And now for something different...

A chandelier covered in a black plastic bag. I thought it was pretty.

Good Eats

Down in Atlanta, we went to my mother's favorite all-you-can-eat joint...for her small size, she can really pack it in. I like it because they serve the weirdest things.

Clockwise from the upper left: beef intestine, pig ear, raw crab kimchi, frog leg, chicken foot, some fish that I can't remember, sea snail thing, raw oyster. It was my first chicken foot (semi-euphemistically called a phoenix finger by the restaurant) and it tasted...like chicken. A little disappointing, really.

Last time

I went down to Atlanta a few weeks ago to see my parents and the house they just moved into. We spent the entire week working on it, installing hardwood floors, moving furniture, etc. At one point, we visited the house I grew up in for the final time...


My parent's bedroom with the shadow of a dresser that wasn't moved for 24 years.


I remember always wondering who made these hand prints in the concrete.


Old collectibles, discarded.


My mother walking through the empty house.