Cats on the Windowsill

Habeas corpus would be nice.

Here’s something I forgot to complain about.

One perk of going to the gym is that watching the TVs there always reinvigorates my righteous indigation at the tragic joke called the American “news” media. A few weeks ago I saw a hard-hitting piece on CNN about Condoleeza Rice’s workout routine. (Here’s another version of the story.) As if I want to see that woman in spandex!

They should throw her in prison where she belongs. She could pump up all day.

…about my affection for the word fuck. But I guess I didn’t. So read someone else’s post about fuck, and the almost incomparably awful phrase potty mouth. It makes my skin crawl just to think about it.

What a glorious day.

Here’s a cool thing: Jen Bekman’s 20×200 project. You can sign up for e-mail notifications twice a week of new art prints, available in three sizes: 

8.5″x11″ - Edition of 200 each $20.

17″x22″ - Edition of 20 each $200.

24″x30″ - Edition of 2 each $2000.

So far I’ve ordered two (both cheapo editions, unfortunately–can’t really justify the $2000 copies):

White Ice and Birds of the Pacific Northwest

Hope they arrive soon!

A few photos Doug took this weekend …

Keeping an eye on the quilting.