...until next time...

my computer went kapoop, so unless something miraculous happens there will not be pictures for a while.

to those of you who have been checking, thanks and I'll let you know when we're back in business.

flee the country!

I'm ready for some serious adventure... on my list of top places to go outside of the US are Micronesia, Chile, Norway, Holland, Japan, Hungary (more specifically, medieval Transylvania), and Iceland.

I wonder if I'll have to get a new Passport if I actually get to go somewhere before my current one expires because Jose-Chinchilla snacked on mine.

fit as a fiddle...

...or at least my eyes and brain will be...

crisp Tuesday morning

easter in the anglosphere:

cremation of chief kowee

In 1880, Chief Kowee led prospectors Joe Juneau and Dick Harris to gold deposits in what is now known as Silver Bow Basin along Gold Creek, the stream that runs through town. The deposits turned out to be one of the largest ore loads in the world. Tradition has it that Chief Kowee was cremated 12 years after he took the two gold-seekers to their fortune-- this is the shrine to commemorate his death. It is about twenty feet from the apartment my parents and I are living in and I can see it from the livingroom window...

on my walk home...

this was the first pretty morning in a while.

pieces of heaven

oh my -- abby and courtney made Guinness cupcakes for St.Patrick's Day--
AMAZING!

spring has sprung... well almost

It was looking as though Spring was finally on the way-- sun, melted snow, warming temperatures-- but I think we've been fooled. Today I woke up to the wind and snow, which, to say the least, was an unwelcome surprise. On a spring-y note, my mom put daffodils in my room the other day and they have finally all opened.

They remind me of the poem "Daffodils" written in 1804 by William Wordsworth:

I wander'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

plush carnage

three 'babies' lost their squeakers today...

not much to say.

i need new pants

"i'd lose my head if it weren't attached..."

so, the truth of the matter is I had misplaced my camera since my last picture post. since I managed to lose my phone at the same time (give or take a day) I had feared the worst-- that they were both long gone, snatched up by some exceptionally lucky person. Out of desperation I decided to tear apart my room and there it was-- in all it's shiny glory under a pile of dirty clothes and strewn books. My treasure couldn't have been found at a more perfect time because I was lucky enough to score a place on an Alaskan Brewing Company VIP tour today. My friend, Abby won the trip for her and 7 others, and the following are the remnants of one fantastic journey.

Coming to a bar near you...

The belly of the Beast

Abby, me, Courtney, Margarete, Jessica O.

And that wasn't the end of post worthy picture taking!! On my way home I had to stop by the store to pick up some groceries and in the parking lot I stumbled across a birder's dream:



I think that they had found a frozen fish-- the coolest part of the whole thing was that they allowed each other to take turns chipping away at it. No fighting or eagle screeching or extreme impatience. It was obvious, however, that none of them were leaving without getting a turn.

wise old owl

My friend, Corin showed up downtown the night before last donning what I think was a cheap version of an Akubra, old man glasses, and a mustache. I managed to somehow weasel away the mustache and glasses from him and at some point in the evening my little owl money bag (that Will sneakily bought me in SanFransisco while we were in Chinatown after I said how much I liked them) took the facial hair from me.

"not too toot my own horn or anything..."

Tourists to Juneau are ushered in to town by at least a handful of interesting, dramatic, and often confusing public works; "Raven Discovering Mankind in a Clamshell," painted by Bill Ray in 1988, is a fine example of this colorful little city's culture and warm welcomes. The mural depicts the legend describing how Raven discovered man and is responsible for the present order of our universe. Unfortunately, the mural has become a blank canvas to be marred-- the graffiti has included bad words, moustaches, and most recently- passed gas.

ps>> good work abby for spotting this little gem!

Playground Tyrant

My parents sold the house Jillian and I grew up in and are planning on moving out of town this summer. Until they leave, mom, dad, and I are living in a nice apartment downtown which is across the street from an elementary school. T-Rex lives here-- in the confines of the playground.

i [heart] Guinness

.mmmm.
thank you, andy!

ps> meanhappyguy, bottoms up. ;)

desea vivo el pollo sin cabeza

This is the key I have been using for my work computer card-- but in a sad twist of fate and irony it lost its head yesterday.

playing catch-up

so, here's the deal...
i have officially decided to christen this blog my photo diary, but because i didn't just start taking pictures just yesterday, we have to catch-up on the going-ons of my life, family, friends, and places. Between the link to my flickr account and the photographs here, you should feel a little less like a stranger.

.welcome.

sister. juneau, alaska

Peace Vigil. Davis, CA

work. juneau, alaska

The Alaskan. juneau, alaska

friends. juneau, Alaska