I AM MY OWN GNOME.
SOMEWHERE IN THOSE OKLAHOMA HILLS WHERE I WAS BORN
Those of you who are familar with the film Amelie will recall that she kidnapped her father's garden gnome, and sent it around the world with a friend working as a stewardess for Air France. On her travels, the friend took polaroid pictures of the gnome posed in front of various world famous landmarks, and mailed them to Amelie's bemused father. I don't have a gnome, so I use the ten second shutter delay on my digital camera, and pose as my own gnome.
NOTE TO ALL PILGRIMS AND SEEKERS:
DR. OMED GOES TO WASHINGTON
Tomorrow my wife Elspeth and I will fly to our nation's capital; my wife to do business with some gov'ment suits, and I to test my new line of origami tinfoil hats. You think I'm kidding. I've been a bit busy lately, and I haven't had time to do alot on my blog. Real life strikes again. I am working on several things: a part two to WHAT'S YOUR TRIBE; a little treatise on the signifigance of the Virgin of Guadalupe aka the Aztec goddess Tonantzin to the atheology of Seventh Day Atheist Aztec Baptist Synod (just for Fiona); a couple of scissor dances; and a large backlog of photo-essays for Roadside Attractions and Okie Arcana. That'll do to go on. However, we will be in D.C. til Thursday, and the weekend is devoted to the Conestoga 8 SF Con (Be blessed by His Loveliness the Pope in person!), so y'all don't hold your breath, ok?
Meanwhile, I hope to keep the faithful posted with bulletins from D.C., but I will be using my wife's laptop and I will be posting said bulletins to the comments box of this post until I return. So you know were to look, if you're interested.
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