October 14, 2009

Two items from the ridiculous overpriced antique store here in Edgartown. An  Underwood typewriter that I want and some sheet music with a fun title.

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October 9, 2009
The story of my life, brought to us by graphjam.com

The story of my life, brought to us by graphjam.com

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October 8, 2009
Clouds and the ocean as seen from the Edgartown Wharf, down by the Chappy Ferry. One of my favorite spots to sit and read and smoke the occasional cig.

Clouds and the ocean as seen from the Edgartown Wharf, down by the Chappy Ferry. One of my favorite spots to sit and read and smoke the occasional cig.

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October 3, 2009

It’s definitely fall. Pumpkins, gourds and all sorts of squash are pouring into the farmstand now, and pumpkin pies and butternut squash soup are being made in the kitchen and bakery here. As I was out picking the last of the green beans and zucchini i took time to get lost in the cornfield, watching geese fly south overhead.

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September 25, 2009
My new pet. A hermit crab found in the woods by one of my roommates. He has a shell painted bright red with Horton from, Dr. Seuss’ “Horton Hears a Who” painted on it. Hence, his name is Horton. He lives in a cardboard box in the corner of my closet. Not a very exciting pet, but better then nothing.

My new pet. A hermit crab found in the woods by one of my roommates. He has a shell painted bright red with Horton from, Dr. Seuss’ “Horton Hears a Who” painted on it. Hence, his name is Horton. He lives in a cardboard box in the corner of my closet. Not a very exciting pet, but better then nothing.

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September 23, 2009
The view out my window. The farm’s herb garden and beyond.

The view out my window. The farm’s herb garden and beyond.

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September 19, 2009
not star trek, but almost as good

not star trek, but almost as good

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Sunny Day at South Beach

“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”

from Moby Dick, by Herman Melville

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September 18, 2009
Dusk at the farm

Dusk at the farm

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September 16, 2009
Excuse me for being mawkish, but this is a photo of one of my family’s pets, who died earlier today. We called him, in a wild burst of creativity, Big Cat, because he was the largest cat we owned. His passing really wasn’t much of surprise, he was at least 17 years old. He was amazingly sweet, purring all the time, following one from room to room and sleeping at our feet. We’ll miss him for sure.

Excuse me for being mawkish, but this is a photo of one of my family’s pets, who died earlier today. We called him, in a wild burst of creativity, Big Cat, because he was the largest cat we owned. His passing really wasn’t much of surprise, he was at least 17 years old. He was amazingly sweet, purring all the time, following one from room to room and sleeping at our feet. We’ll miss him for sure.

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