I was working through some material the other night for a gig in the city. Being a working musician is difficult but rewarding; one day I hope to rock the White House.

Yo Ho and a Bottle of Yum! (please)

As Big as a Housecat

Here I am with Obi the cat. This tableau is set against a multi-hued background and is meant to show the duality of man/beast existence. The drama, and the unanswered questions, are what make this piece particularly moving, I think.
Anthropomorphism is a human tradition. "He is as fierce as a tiger" or "He has a face like a mackerel" or, as in my case, "He is as big as a housecat"; these are all common phrases we use every day, and indicate a strong underlying need to be fierce, or whatever.
And here I am with my tree, a Bigleaf Maple.
This photo was taken at my Blessing Way last week. After the tree was planted amidst great Pampering and Circumstance, Dad recited a poem of inspiration, and hopefully one day I too will become a Great Warrior.
"Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe"...
It still gives me shivers.

My First Giants Game

So there I was, behind home plate. Bonds was up to bat. We are in a penant race here! And Dad turns me around just as 4 runs score. Thanks Dad! Then he was yelling in my ear and shouting, "Yes!" and "Woohoo!" and some such. Next thing I knew there was a plate of garlic fries as big as my head, next to my head. Great Gruntsby! Can't a fellow watch a game in peace?

Mahatma Belly

"Another bite?" the waiter asked. "Thanks but I'm full" I replied. "Just this mint" he said. "It's wafer thin". So I ate it. I nearly exploded, really it's just a matter of time.
A great philosopher once said, "To have baby fat is normal, to have knowledge of wafers at 2 months plus is not". I hold these words dear, as I know it sets me apart from the rabble, apart from all the normal 2-month-olds. I am as big as those twice my age. I am fitting into clothes for 6-12 mos. I am the Belly. I am the Peaceful One. I am the Walrus.

Eyes

My eyes came in a couple of days ago. There is so much to see. Because these legs don't quite work yet I have to have Mom and Dad carry me around to look at things. If I am awake of course. Since the Folks got a new bed, we have all been sleeping like logs. Speaking of logs, yesterday Dad took me on a walk to show me the redwood trees in Armstrong. I noticed that the Sequoia sempevirens, although grand and beautiful, are not as eloquent as their lesser-known cousin, the Metasequoia glyptostroboides of the the Cupressaceae family found in the Sichuan-Hubei region of China. What do you think?