Wednesday, June 30, 2010

kibble shoots

the highlight of nacho's day is when eli gets fed and nacho gets a dozen of eli's kibbles thrown into his face.

the highlight of my day during the first 8 years of my life was when i would go to bed and then get 'shoots' which involved one of my parents bringing in a dixie cup of water for me to drink and then they threw the leftover drops in my face.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

reflected recycling

especially when i lived in a neighborhood subdivision for a few months, i noticed that the number of women's morning walking groups increases on recycling day, and i think it's so they can snoop around at what their neighbors are consuming.

Monday, June 28, 2010

jesus christ hair

across from mission hospital

Jesus Christ & Company Hair Studio

(sign in the window says "MASSAGE CHAIR")

i thought JC was a carpenter not a barber

Dear Solid Gold,

Dear Solid Gold,
We want to have a rock group we already made up 3 songs, The name of our group is Heather + Carin and the rock + roll fevers. We have eight people. Carin and I are 7 three of them are nine 1 is 8 and one is eleven. We desided to start early and our teacher said our songs were EXCELLENT! Our costumes are jeans and sweaters but if you can please send us something more fancy our sizes our three sevens three 10's and one eleven. If some are to big or to small can we send them back?
Are addresses for the costumes are- 316 Crestwood Rd. and 132 Windermere Way Warwick, R.I.
Yours truly,
Heather McTammany & Carin STEGER & the rocketts

P.S. Were sending some extra for Marilen McCoo

[Koala bear sticker that says Heather + Carin]

[band aid stuck to the other side]

i can't believe i never mailed this, i feel sure they would have sent us some costumes that were more fancy.

solid gold california envelope

Sunday, June 27, 2010

world cup static

we have been having major trouble with charter communications since a lightning storm last monday night fried the cable.

a tech guy finally came out thursday for over 2 hours and replaced the whole cable from the street, but it only made it worse. the internet cuts in and out for no apparent reason. the phone stops working. the cable stops working.

it was like stepping back in time 30 years watching the world cup yesterday. the static fuzz on the TV was kind of charming after all the HD lets me see every stitch in every shirt.

but i just can't bear this life without reliable internet so they're coming out again this afternoon to try to fix it for good.

Friday, June 25, 2010

long legged eli

eli is mostly a chocolate lab, but he's got some other stuff mixed in there, as evidenced by the bright white star on his chest that is hard to see unless he is on his back, which is very rare because he is extremely alert and dominant and doesn't like to be flipped over.

he misses out on belly rubs but he catches more bugs this way.

his back legs seem just a little bit too long, i think he might have some german shepherd in him.

if there is ever a flying stinging insect in a room that i would like removed, eli is happy to help.

he is an excellent swimmer and ball chaser.

he wears a bra when he goes for a walk and it has cut down the pulling by 99%.


Thursday, June 24, 2010

marco's pizza spinach slice

this pizza rules.
the crust is not too thick and not too thin, and perfectly salty and crunchy and soft and fresh out the oven. the sauce is tangy and not too sweet and full of chunks of tomatoes.
the service is great.
they have good specials too - wednesdays and saturdays are half price bottle of wine day. tuesday is 3$ pint day.
highly recommend!

pig dog

nacho is now on twitter! he has a lot to share.


Tuesday, June 22, 2010

hopping nacho solstice

went for a solstice hike yesterday in pisgah national forest. nacho likes this kind of activity. we all like this kind of activity.

had a tough time finding a way to a good swimming hole after scrambling through rhododendrons for a couple hours, licking a centipede, and nacho almost falling over a waterfall, so we got back in the car and went to courthouse falls and jumped in the deep pool under the freezing waterfall there.

Monday, June 21, 2010

please let me down

he must have been very hungry little wise guy.

"Dear Mom,
It smells great from here. can I come down. I know I am a wise gue but please let me down.


the worst place to have a mosquito

Sunday, June 20, 2010

happy father's day

i hope all the dads are having a great day. thank you for sharing all your time and your potato chips!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

honeydew y square circle

Thursday, June 17, 2010

the sky's on fire, deliver us

link for Middle Son MP3 via

Trevor Garrod 1-12-2004: "These next two songs come from the I Ching. I don't know if that's gonna help you guys at all. It's called the Middle Son."


The middle son’s a dangerous one
By moon and sun his wagon wheels are turning
And he often sees foxes in the forest
Watching for thieves he travels in the night

He’s got a strong horse with a gently curving spine
Following the course of water down the line
And his ears are aching from a pounding in the village
He knew the danger passed when the lightning had come

Yes that middle son is racing cross the valley
His morning work is done, yes it’s gone into dust
And his wagon wheels are rolling by the moonlight
the sky is on fire deliver us, yes the sky is on fire, deliver us

The bottle’s restless beating on that wagon-table tells me
How the wheel ruts beneath us shimmy widely across the trail
And the strength of any prophecy is sure at times eternal and
There will be a thunderstorm and it will clear the air

Yes that middle son is racing across the valley, his morning work is done, it’s gone into dust
His wagon wheels are rolling by moonlight the sky is on fire, deliver us
Yes the sky is on fire deliver us
Yes the sky’s on fire deliver us


now i lay me down to sleep
i pray the lord my soul to keep
and if i die before i wake
i pray the lord my soul to take

screenless windows are good for letting in fresh air, but bad for keeping out spiders.

if the urban legend is believable and the average person swallows 8 spiders a year while sleeping, i will swallow 80.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

walmart parking lot

these folks were squealing around the walmart in sylva, NC yesterday.
i thought it was illegal, but it isn't. here's a list of state laws about riding in the back of pickup trucks:

also spotted yesterday - a hissing hawk protecting its dead squirrel after pecking its eyes out

Monday, June 14, 2010

drooling rosie

i had the pleasure of spending this past hot weekend with a sweet, sweet bitch (and her parents!) from tallahassee named rose. she is 12 and doesn't get around like she used to, but she stil points her tail down at the ground and wags it as fast as a hummingbird. she would have been a perfect match for holden.

my thoughts go out to kid D who has to put her faithful pup yoshi to sleep today. it sucks to lose a pet, especially one that knows how to smile.

Friday, June 11, 2010

i think i found a boyfriend for Drezza

he's 86, he eats salad, he's a doctor...and he's cute!

Scenes from a vegetarian restaurant


this weekend's gonna be a scorcher. that means sitting in a kiddie pool and eating ice cream. going to movies. turning on the fans. drinking lemonade. maybe spiked. a refreshing drink is:
a shot of citroen vodka
a dribble of blueberry pomegranate juice

i spent the first half hour of today assassinating ants and eating pistachios.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

conversation on a plane

flight attendant: peanuts or pretzels?

flyer: penis.

flight attendant: peanuts?

flyer: yes, penis.

flight attendant hands over tiny pouch of peanuts.


Wednesday, June 09, 2010

nacho's birthday ice cream

nacho had some peanut butter doggie ice cream from
the hop for his birthday. he enjoyed it thoroughly.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

max patch lightning strike

WARNING: the following is probably the saddest story known to man. i cried when i read it. you'll probably cry if you read it. don't read it if you don't want to cry. holy shit.

Woman killed by lightning at Max Patch minutes from engagement

Richard Butler and Bethany Lott had made it through the rain as they wound their way up the curves of Max Patch Road.

Most would have turned around and returned home, but not Butler. Though he told Lott they were going on a summer hike, he had other plans.

So with a pause in the rain, the young couple from Knoxville got out of their car, crossed the road and began the ascent to Max Patch Bald, Lott ready to show her boyfriend a favorite trail, Butler with an engagement ring in his pocket and the sky not yet warning of the danger to come.

Thunderstorms had rumbled across the region Friday, and some were severe. But the one that struck as Lott and Butler were on their way to the top of Max Patch Bald in Madison County rolled in suddenly.

Butler, 30, said Monday that he remembers three bursts of lightning, and he thinks the third struck Lott, 25.

“She was probably five feet in front of me, so given the incline, she was a good bit higher than me, but it jumped to me.”

Butler suffered second-degree burns, but said he didn't initially realize he had been hit.

“I was spun 180 degrees and thrown several feet back,” he said. “My legs turned to Jell-O, my shoes were smoking and the bottom of my feet felt like they were on fire.”

About 30 seconds before the lightning struck, Butler said Lott had turned around to speak to him.

“She said, ‘God, baby, look how beautiful it is,'” Butler said.

After the strike, Butler turned around to see his girlfriend lying on the hill.

“She didn't say anything, and I turned around and she was laying a few feet away, and I crawled to her,” he said. “I did CPR for probably 15 minutes and the whole time was trying her cell phone, but I couldn't get anything out.”

Butler tried to pull Lott down the hill, but was unable to continue because the lightning had weakened his legs, so he took off in his vehicle, spinning down curvy roads as fast as he could.

He pulled into the first private driveway he saw and pounded on the door of the house for help.

A couple and their son, who was home on leave from the Navy, answered the door. The father, Dean Farmer I, and his son, Dean Farmer II, both from Knoxville, jumped in a truck with Butler and raced back to the scene.

The elder Farmer said his son is a Navy helicopter pilot who has extensive emergency training.

“When we got back, he was the first one up there, and I was a couple hundred yards behind him,” he said. “He said there was no pulse, no breathing activity at the time he arrived.”

Butler said he is very grateful for the Farmers' help.

“They were absolute heroes,” Butler said. “By that time, the storm had gotten worse. They stood on the top of the hill doing what they could for probably 20 minutes until the rescuers got there.”

As they ascended the hill together, Butler and Lott were vulnerable out in the open, and the burst of lightning caught them off guard, said Tina Tilley, a district ranger with the U.S. Forest Service.

“If you're in a situation like that, especially on a bald, you're naturally going to be the highest point,” Tilley said. “You need to get down and off of the higher elevations. Get back into your vehicle.”

Butler, who works at a grocery store and wants to counsel veterans, said Lott had wanted to take him to Max Patch since the first week they started dating last year and had even mentioned wanting to marry there someday.

Family was important for Lott, he said. She was very close to her mother, father, three brothers and three nieces.

Lott had just returned to school at Pellissippi State Community College in Knoxville in the hopes of becoming a park ranger, Butler said.

When the rescuers did arrive to take over for Dean Farmer and his son, an hour had already passed since the first lightning strike about 4:30 p.m.

As rescuers tried in vain to bring Lott back to life, Butler said he crouched near her body.

“I put the ring on her finger while the EMTs were working on her,” he said. “They are listing me as her fiancĂ© in the obituaries.”

give it one more day - the wood brothers

Well I seen you in a sadness
I seen you when you'd hope to die
I heard you say, well it's raining all over the world
What did I tell you
What did I say
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day

I seen you when your head is long
Face down on the ground
I heard you say, well you're lost and you couldn't be found
What did I tell you
What did I say
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day

And next thang you're smiling back at the sun
Blowing right back at the wind
Rolling right back at the ocean
But nothing's gonna do you in

Give it one more day
One more day
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day

I seen when your soul shines
I seen you when you heart sings
I heard you say well the world don't owe you a thing
Hay and what did you tell me
What did you say
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day
Just when your faith is gone
Give it one more day

The Wood Brothers website

Sunday, June 06, 2010

happy birthday nacho!

today is nacho's 7th birthday. he got a baby pool to swim in, he is going for a walk to the pond, and later he will get peanut butter flavored doggie ice cream from the hop.

he is a clown dog, he always makes me laugh, and he is soft like a bunny with bucked teeth and an oversized gullet.

his latest nickname is fluffycups.

Friday, June 04, 2010

dog fur birds nest

some extremely smart bird used labrador fur to insulate its nest. then the nest fell on the ground. then i brought it home.

Palm Beach resident (AKA Grandpa Wallace) to see Memorial Day through his brother's eyes

I don't know if my Grandpa Wallace got a new PR agent or what, but he's been in the Palm Beach news three times in the past year. The most recent was on Memorial Day, with the following article about his brother Robert McTammany who died during World War II:

Palm Beach Resident to see Memorial Day through his Brother's Eyes
(via Palm Beach Daily News)
By John Nelander

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Robert McTammany was one of 12,000 American soldiers forced by the Japanese during World War II to march under brutal conditions to a prisoner of war camp in the Philippines. Miraculously, he survived 61 miles of starvation, beatings and random executions only to die of malaria after he reached his destination.

His four brothers — including Wallace McTammany of Palm Beach — didn’t learn of Robert’s death until years later in 1945. But the family, originally from Providence, R.I., never forgot, and Wallace doggedly pursued official recognition of his brother’s heroic deeds.

His efforts were rewarded earlier this year when an array of medals honoring Robert were delivered to Wallace’s home. They include a Purple Heart, a World War II Victory Medal, the Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal, a bronze Prisoner of War Medal and an Honorable Service Lapel Button.

It will make this Memorial Day — almost exactly 70 years since Robert enlisted in the Army — a little more special.

Robert joined the Army in September 1940, and left for the Philippines as a sergeant on Oct. 6, 1941, two months before the attack on Pearl Harbor. He became embroiled in the historic Battle of the Philippines after the Japanese invaded the island chain just before Christmas.

Fighting raged in January through April 1942, with the American troops under the command of Gen. Douglas MacArthur defending the strategic island of Corregidor and the Bataan Peninsula.

It ended with the surrender of American and Filipino troops on April 9. Ten thousand Allied troops died and 20,000 were wounded — and 75,000 (including 12,000 Americans) were taken prisoner. They were forced to walk the 61 miles to a prisoner of war camp, a journey that became known as the Bataan Death March.

It was marked by beatings, casual shootings, starvation and even beheadings. Still, Robert somehow made it to Camp O’Donnell, a temporary holding facility for American soldiers before they were sent on to other Japanese-held camps.

Wallace keeps a copy of a newspaper clipping from 1945 that announced Robert’s death at the age of 30 — he was counted as missing for three years. He also keeps an unnamed and unmarked copy of a book describing the camp in which his brother spent his final month.

“The sanitation was so appallingly bad, the stench so overwhelming, that the few Japanese who ventured inside the camp almost invariably wore surgical masks,” the author says.

There was one place in camp to house the critically ill, which the soldiers came to call St. Peter’s Ward because they believed there was no chance of survival. Patients died of malaria, dysentery, acute dehydration and starvation.

Wallace says simply: “It was a horror show.”

Robert was buried in Manila, in a cemetery for American soldiers. The McTammany family chose not to have his remains moved back to the United States.

Fast forward to 2009. Wallace had been taking morning walks with another World War II veteran, Martin Davidson, a retired Marine major who fought in Iwo Jima. They began chatting about McTammany’s brother Robert.

“I’d been reading in a military magazine that the government had opened up new opportunities for getting Purple Hearts,” Davidson recalls. “So I told him about it. It’s a good thing, no matter when and how it was received. It puts the government in a good light, which doesn’t happen very often.”

Of the Bataan Death March, Davidson adds: “It’s hard to imagine what these guys went through.”

Four of five McTammany brothers, including Wallace, entered the military. They served in various capacities and locations — Wallace in the Bahamas, the Caribbean and West Palm Beach. “I just lucked out,” he says.

Wallace went on to a career doing architectural renderings. Robert never had the chance to pursue his career as a classical musician. Before enlisting, he had played string bass in the Providence and Boston symphony orchestras.

“All five of us boys were industrious,” Wallace says. “Bob had a lot of different jobs, but he loved music. He was different from the rest of us.

“He would sit in a corner in a rocking chair when he was home, and listen to this huge Stromberg-Carlson radio. He’d just be carried away.”

And now his memory lives on in the hearts and minds of his family, the collection of medals and honors Wallace proudly displays in his home office, and within the flag he flies each Memorial Day on the balcony of his condo on South Ocean Boulevard.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

savory crepes

now for a positive local food review.

every saturday morning from april to october there is a farmer's market in a shady parking lot at UNCA.

the first tent sells the most amazing savory crepes, which they make while you wait. they are usually backed up, so you order and then browse the market (read: push through a sea of strollers and puppies) for 15 minutes and by the time you're back your crepe is piping hot and ready.

she pours buckwheat crepe batter on the hot plate and adds eggs, goat cheese, pesto, spinach, onions, and potatoes. these form a gooey filling to a hot, semi-sweet, crispy buckwheat wrap.

it is more than enough food for two people and super delicious, and a highly reasonable $8.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010


i feel very lucky that there are dozens of excellent, worthy restaurants in asheville that i am thrilled to patronize.

for instance, i love 9 mile, salsa's, the early girl, laughing seed, limones, marco's pizza, sunny point, and 12 bones. i would recommend any of these restaurants at any time to anybody.

i can not say the same about havana, the bright pastel cuban place downtown. we went off a recommendation from a friend, and it looked interesting from the outside, but we were sadly disappointed.

this is going against thumper's rule if you can't say something nice don't say nothing at all, but it was too bad and too expensive to let it go.

it would be one thing if the prices were low, or even reasonable, but for $14 a plate, at a place that clearly did not spend money on decor, i expect a heaping plate of good food.

we started off with weak mojitos in small glasses full of ice. ($7)

i ordered arroz con pollo ($14). first came out a 'dinner salad' which consisted of shredded iceberg lettuce with shredded carrot sticks swimming in canola oil and salt and pepper. it was...not good....

then the waitress came out and said the arroz con pollo wouldn't be ready for a few hours so could i order something else? i ordered the garlic calamari appetizer for my dinner. it was billed as 'lightly fried and tossed in a special mix.' what came out was a plate of thick rings only, wet with dark grease, seemingly from a bag in the freezer. ($9)

my friend ordered the first thing on the menu - columbia lechon - and the waitress recommended it saying "he is known for his pork." the pork was good - tender and spicy and fresh. the mango on top of it was tangy and a good complement. the rest of the plate was extremely blah. black beans from a can, clumpy white rice, dry yucca fries, and soggy plantains. ($14).

we spent $60 and left hungry and sad. maybe we misordered, or went at a bad time, but with all the great restaurants downtown i'm not sure how this place will stay afloat.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

under construction

i changed the template for this blog around this weekend, the first update since finding some crap template on the internet when i started in 2006.

dealing with html and technicalities and change is always frustrating and infuriating, but after some hyperventilating i think it looks pretty much the same with the shiny new corporate blogger template, but now there's a link at the bottom to go to older posts, and the comments should be easier to work.

baby steps...