Sunday, August 10, 2008

Andy Warhol's Not Dead

Monday, May 19, 2008

Louie, Louie, oh babe

Tuesday, May 13, 2008


Monday, April 07, 2008

Little Bitty Pretty Claire

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

When The Saints come Marching In

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Super Bowl Ticker-Tape Parade

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Rest In Peace

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
(Elizabeth Bishop)