my anti-semitic son

it's probably best if i don't teach my one and only son english. i'll probably ask one of you kids for a favor. unless he makes me famous. then we shoot for youtube until he's 14.

Memorandum:

In addition, I'm glad you're actually considering your Kathryn-instated obligation to procreate. I hope Ed and Steph realize this dictates their futures as well.

(Apparently, I'm reproducing with a redhead?)

Play date.

So, I guess our kids can still hang out.

In other news, I just googled "babies in headphones" instead of completing my Art History assignment.

Building from the bottom up.

Kathryn, when I fulfill my obligation to procreate, I have a feeling you will receive a picture from me and baby's daddy looking something like this:




I would probably do that to my lovely little thing.

HAIKU:

In Humanities,
the sun's obscured by concrete.
Paint until you cry.

haiku your face

days so humid that

the bathroom door will not shut

are not good for guests

and i also was not particularly impressed by the batobike C.E.  ... except for its emergence from the destroyed batmobile.  you have to admit, that was a nice trick.

Untying my shoelaces.

Oh Kathryn. Don't you remember Christian Bale a la Batman on his Batbike? Saving the WORLD?



I'm sure you hoped for some excellently crafted, beautifully convoluted tale bringing one icon to another. There that internet goes back in its righteous place of hindrance in the ease of simply searching 'Christine Bale + motorcycle.'

I don't much care for the Batbike.

The Batorcycle.

The Botorcycle.

Although didn't he fold into the front of it or something? You could sleep in your cycle. That would be handy, no?

So now we need to get together a crew of these industrial bikes and start out west. Out to Kilmer's place. Let's hang out with all the Batmen. George Clooney has to own some property the size of Manhattan and make more money than all of NM, right? But, you know, for real.

Where were you on August 30th?

May I just preface this with: I love the internet.

Here's one more thing we can all be devastated about missing:

"The date: August 30. The you-don’t-want-to-miss-this event: Evel Knievel’s former bodyguard jumping the World’s Largest Horseshoe Crab on a motorcycle, then crashing through the burning Gates of Hell! "

Hmmm...Motorcycle Fanaticism collides with Cyberspace in an equally explosive spectacle.
But seriously guys, I can't stop thinking about motorcycles. I think we should hold a three-day forum.

Additional 5-point challenge: If you can link motorcycles to Christian Bale or the current political climate, I owe you a drink.

"Fiberglass Humanoids Menace Nation's Highways"

A Gem for Harley-girls and Road Warriors everywhere:

http://www.roadsideamerica.com/muffler/types.html

So, I stumbled across this website while researching imagery for a few new drawings, and I've found myself entirely captivated by these stoic sentinels of transience. Ahhh, the oversized heads and blank stares of hollow truck-stop-watchmen illuminated by the plastic glow of Amoco...

Love at First Sight:

Shut the hell up, McCain.

Ed, I am just salivating at what kind of fire you will spit after this McCain speech. Because this fool has the slightest idea what the cost of flour going up, what, five-fold? means to people already trying to get by on bread? Because he has any idea what is really being lost in this 'war'? I have to turn it off before he starts talking about health care and I just start running to St. Paul so I can punch him in the throat.

What I actually want to write about is how I think I should be a biker chick when I grow up. When I was with my parents over Labor Day, in classic Holm fashion, we were watching FOX's 9 o'clock news which was heavily highlighting the Harley anniversary in Milwaukee. And the whole Harley culture is something I find admirable. Unlike the hipsters that brush past my shoulders these days, bike life is rooted in inclusion rather than based upon the principles of exclusion and elite. What? Wow.



That's all. Those bikers and their camaraderie based around two wheels and an engine, they just left me with that dumb smile for the TV that almost embarrasses me. Like when I'm watching the Olympics. Ah the human spirit.

So I need to get some more tats, I've got two trumpets and the asterisks planned. I should probably get a huge John Deere on my back for Dad and a Delicate Arch over it for friendship. Oh, and a bike. I need a sweet rock 'n roll ride. And some leather. You can see it right?