They deliver eggs at Easter, they figure prominently in myths and faerie tales, and they’re often portrayed as the ultimate victims, prey to carnivores everywhere, every bunny a non-murderous vegan.
Most of us have been enticed by rabbits, fuzzy, cute and gentle on the surface. Most of us also are unaware of the arcane perils of a rabbit’s teeth and of its hypnotic stare…
Photo by Becca Weinstein
If you had a time machine, would you travel about? Where would you go, if you had a choice?
Here’s a fresh song inspired by breakfast. After a long night of surreal adventures, blackout time and nightmares, there’s nothing quite so comforting as a plate of hot, fresh eggs on toast. Except, perhaps, a pot of delicious, hot gourmet coffee.
Sitting around waiting for stuff to happen is a dreary drag. This tune arose from my feelings about some of the things I’ve passively been waiting for: a revamped career, age-old personal issues to evaporate, healthier fitness habits, blah blah blah.
The antique stores in Bisbee possess a remarkable collection of wretched old dolls and toys. These photos are from my December, 2009 visit.
I’ve always loved Bisbee, with all its surreal energy and creative folk. I’m not surprised that these particular dolls have chosen to gather there.