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United States, Massachusetts, Boston, Brighton, English, Ron, Male, Photography, Nudity.

Good service from American-Digital for office supplies. They're in Norwalk, Connecticut. You know how everybody says you're supposed to use special alcohol-free markers on your CD-ROMs? It seems almost no one actually does it. But I do. I was surprised how difficult it was to find those pens. When I got my CD burner, the Staples Express downtown didn't have any. Had to go to the big store in Brighton. Now the goddam little pen has gone dry after only half a dozen CDs. Back to Staples. Not only don't they have it, but their dropout flunky employees don't even know what I'm talking about. A search on the web turned it up at American-Digital. The site isn't going to win any awards for pretty, but the price was good. And the service turned out to be pretty amazing. Ordered them Tuesday and they came today, Thursday! Maybe I'll give a few out as door prizes at the Saturday night Sopranos Orgy. Be there!

"Ginger" supposedly to be unveiled Monday, December 3, on Good Morning America.

Chris Floyd. You can read him in either The MoscowTimes.com or The St. Petersburg Times. He has a surprisingly clear view from that great distance.

Even the FBI agrees! Ashcroft's plan to fight terrorism will NOT stop terrorism, even while destroying civil liberties.

A review of The Rise And Fall Of Gay Culture. The review is broken into two parts, each of which is spread over three pages, and because I don't think they've made that or their links very obvious, I break it down for you here:

• Part I, page 1
• Part I, page 2
• Part I, page 3
• Part II, page 1
• Part II, page 2
• Part II, page 3

Here's an interesting interactive map of the hog operations in Iowa. The page could be better designed so that you could see the whole map without scrolling, but it's not. No hog operations in Cinton County!

The first Sopranos DVD arrived today and I took a sneak peek at it. Juicy stuff! See you Saturday.

Testicle Festival in Bloomer, Wisconsin. I gotta do this someday.
Several testicle festivals in Montana.
Home page for the big original in Clinton, Montana.

Here is what may happen to you if you try to puff yourself up when I point my camera at you: you get published.

West coast television critic acclaims: "You'll love the second season. Some great plot twists…I even lust after Tony [Soprano]." And there he strikes at the very heart of it, eh?!

Sopranos Orgy, Saturday, December 1. Can't think of any way to tie this into World AIDS Day. Maybe I'll call it "Take A Break From World AIDS Day" or I'll say it's for my friend Ralph's birthday. But here's the deal: by then I'll have the first half of the second season of The Sopranos on DVD. That should be 8 episodes, if they lay them out like they did the first season. We'll start it up about 6 o'clock PM at my place Saturday. Come by and watch on my small screen (but good sound system). We'll have pizza, beer, wine, whatever. Nice thing is that we get to take a break between each episode. Anyone who arrives late can get quickly caught up by watching the summary of previous episodes. Anyone can leave any time. Totally flex. Should be fun. Drop me a line, give me a call, or just come by. Guests with Italian or New Jersey backgrounds given preferred seating. Mob connections get you the red carpet!


"Sopranoland" fan site
The official HBO site
Wow! There's a Sopranos webring!

This is the 17 year old high school senior in New Bedford involved in the adolescent terror plot there. 17! That hair line has receded back as far as mine already. This boy is running with WAY too much testosterone.

But that isn't all. Go here to check out what his mom showed up in for the court hearing. Man, did she expect to have dinner and drinks with the judge? The boy's father doesn't look like he's aging well either, and trying to get away with what he thinks is more sophisticated than a simple combover.

This past weekend I finally got around to hooking up my new Samsung laser printer. It puts out a sharp odor of ozone when printing. The owner's manual says this is normal and safe when used in that ideal "well-ventilated area" that we have been reading about on warning labels since we were children. In a bit of serendipity that smell answered a nagging question I'd had for a few days. There were a couple of days recently (sunny, lovely autumn days) where the the morning air in my neighborhood had a pronounced acrid odor that I, at first, thought smelled a bit like chlorine, but now I recognize as exactly the same as the ozone this Samsung printer puts out. I thought it was caused by a distant fire or a small chemical spill somewhere. I was really surprised when I got downtown an hour later and smelled it there just as strong. I smelled it again the next day, but not so strong. I'm wondering what could produce this sudden, unprecedented smell all across the city. Naturally, my mind runs across various terrorist or defense theories, but I can't really come up with anything reasonable.

But never mind. The Samsung replaces my old Canon inkjet, which I got back when AOL was still somebody's laughable wet dream. It cost me $75 slightly used, which was a great price for then. It has been very reliable…that is, reliably mediocre. Could never put more than one or two sheets in the paper feed. Pages would frequently feed crooked. There was, of course, absolutely no warning on when the ink would run out. But its real problem was that the ink cartridges cost $25 to $30. I used to be able to get them for substantially less at Costco, but they stopped carrying them last year. A cartridge might be good for 100 pages, if all you did was text. I've been through more than 10 (less than 20) cartridges since I bought it…but at the same time I've gone through less than 2 reams of paper. Anybody got any ideas of what to do with the Canon printer? It still works. I've got one or two spare cartridges. If anybody wants it or has a good use for it, just speak. Otherwise, it's going into the trash. I don't know anyone who is printerless, do I? It's not worth shipping. If you convince me you need it and it should be shipped to you, I'll probably just order you a new cheap inkjet from some place on the web and save myself the bother.

On the home page of Wired today:
Critical Mass
When they took control of Afghanistan in 1996, the Taliban (who are no fun at all) banned everything from movies and music to sporting events. That made it tough on the country's cycling enthusiasts, who were not allowed to race no matter how long their beards were. Now, with the only Taliban to be seen mostly corpses in the street, cyclists staged a race from Kabul to the town of Charikar on Sunday. In a final snub of their former tormentors, organizers staged the race in memory of Ahmed Shah Masood, the Northern Alliance's legendary commander who was killed by Taliban assassins in September.

Here is a link to a slightly more complete story on VeloNews.

Intel insures Moore's Law continues. New technology will allow a chip running 10 times as fast with 25 times as many transistors while consuming the same amount of power as current chips.

Run up an escalator the wrong way and the whole airport shuts down, but fire a hunting rifle inside the airport and everything's okay; just go about your business.

What happened to the brouhaha about pursuing the war during Ramadan? Why aren't Indonesians slaughtering American infidels in the streets? Why aren't the Pakistanis rising in rebellion? Could it be because now the the Northern Alliance is doing some of the fighting? Is it because the Taliban are losing? Or is it because there are a helluva lot of Moslems who are all bluster?

Easily qualifies as sacrilege.

My dentist started work today for the long-awaited crown for my implant. He shaved down my little black pillar and took impressions. Three weeks from now we should see results!

Also got my eye doctor to revise my prescription last week. Even though things are nicely magnified, I've been having trouble reading. Didn't get around to taking the revised prescription into the optician until tonight.

Fraud, theft, deceit, and suicide in the Kansas City gay community. This is juicy!

A view on the history of Pallotta in the Bay Area Reporter. The whole collection of articles starts here. Ride FAR gets a mention here. And the connections between est and the AIDS Rides here.

The Pallotta California AIDS Ride is going to benefit AIDS Project Los Angeles.

I got ahold of some bad chicken salad yesterday…or at least I think that's the problem. Not much sleep last night. Sleeping all day today. But slugging this out nonetheless. Sat up last night watching the latest DVD: Before Night Falls which is very, very good…but probably not the film to be watching when you're feeling sick.

Be paranoid, be very paranoid.

Now that you're tired of the taste of good home cooking, here are some tasty SPAM recipes to try, including:

• TURKEY SPAM CHOWDER
• ITALIAN SPAM CHEESE BALL
• FIESTA TURKEY BREAKFAST CASSEROLE
• HAWAIIAN SPAM CASSEROLE
• Spam M'am Burgers
• Southwestern SPAM Stroganoff
• Mexican SPAM Rollup
• SPAM MAN CASSEROLE
• Italian SPAM Spread
• SPAM Power Balls
• Bob's SPAM Omeleta
• SPAM AND CRANBERRIES & PINEAPPLE
• SPAM with MAC & CHEESE, which is simply this: "Make the MAC & CHEESE ACCORDING TO DIRECTIONS; Open a can of SPAM and cut into bite size pieces; Stir in the SPAM into the MAC & CHEESE"

What's this? There is still the rule of law in Portland, Oregon?! The Attorney General will have to see to this!

Nat Hentoff article on John Ashcroft's plans to surrender our Constitution to the terrorists, thereby immediately losing the war.

Finally, an invention that will allow Peruvians, the Irish, and every lover of plain American food to go toe-to-toe with the Asians and their fiendishly clever rice cookers.

A little more complete info on The Tourist Guy.

It seems that the L.A. Gay & Lesbian Center and the SF AIDS Foundation have both tossed aside Pallotta. Pallotta will still have a California AIDS Ride, but these two organizations (the former beneficiaries of the California AIDS Ride) are organizing their own cycling event, SF to LA, May 13 to May 19, 2002.

"Adopt-A-Sailor program runs out of seamen" Wouldn't a' happened with my special seaman detection kit.

"Not to be upstaged by the recent one night only Jackson Five reunion concert, the Menudo Reunion Concert features 27 of 35 original members including Eduardo, Raoul, Rafael, Sanchez, TJ, Ricky, Johnny, Ruiz, Estobar, Jesus, Jorge, Little DB, Miguel, Hernando, Pasquale, Hector, Chavez, Humberto, and other favorites!"

Click for more funny captions.

Pan of Quincy Market shot with my low quality (but handy!) digital cam today.

Curious George makes 2001 "10 Worst Toys" List Oh, the humanity!

George is sold with a small, soft "mobile phone" attached by a cord to a removable backpack, as well as two small gloves and a bright red button

Christian kettle of hate calls the Muslim pot "wicked, violent." This particular Christian kettle of hate is Billy Graham's son.

Another small, sane voice in the "War On Drugs." If he was in the U.S. he's probably be labeled a terrorist and thrown in an unidentified cell.

Tourist guy found! He's Hungarian and was at the WTC in 1997.

The University of Texas sniper claims his 15th victim 35 years later. David Gunby had only one functioning kidney in 1966 when the sniper shot him, damaging the kidney. He died November 12, 2001, after stopping dialysis.

I happen to be in the midst of slogging through the tediously predictable Four Weddings And a Funeral when it comes to my attention that Charlotte Coleman has died. She plays the only interesting character in the movie, and there's not enough of her. "Massive asthma attack," they say.

A semen detection test kit! Pahh! I've got a semen detection kit right here I'll show you.

You'll see an interesting [to me] thing on that web page if you scroll down. See how the text gradually becomes nonsensical? They've taken all those keywords that some sites cram into their meta-tags (not nice) and put them right out there for you to see (sorta dumb). Feel free to check what my meta-tags say about my own site.

A review of the Photon Micro Light III

Somebody asked me not too long ago about copying music from old LPs and tapes to CD. Here is some stuff I ran across on that subject:

• Advice on how to do it yourself.
• A service that copies LPs for you.
• Another service to copy LPs and tapes.

I try to avoid linking to the ACLU (the "American We-Know-What-Civil-Liberties-Are-Good-For-You Union") but here they have a good page covering the current situation of a deadhead President allowing his totally head-up-ass Attorney General to run roughshod. It does include some good news.

Very appropriate that while I'm in the midst of Cryptonomicon that I should run across this story about Robert Heike who claims to have spent four years devising a secret code so that he could send this note to a friend:

In 4th grade my friends and I learned that this kind of code is totally worthless, and we figured that out ourselves. Of course, the full consequences of weak code were impressed on us when the teacher decoded one of our notes. Give it a go. The hardest part will be to distinguish the characters on the front of the paper from those showing through from the back. I'm sure you can do it, but if you need hints, here:

1. Hint
2. Hint
3. Hint
4. Hint

This is way cool. A virtual keyboard. I assume it would be individually customizable, so that those of us who are just a big clumsy ("dextrously challenged") could program it so that it would behave like a giant keyboard with keys an inch across…or maybe normal size keys separated from their neighbors by half an inch of empty space. No more typos!

State Department's list of terrorist incidents from a 1961 highjacking to Havana, to the 9/11/2001 attack.

WTF is this? Spotted near the Holocaust Memorial. Why would we need a wheelchair assembly area? The sidewalk there isn't any wider than at any other spot. I don't think they mean this is the place to put wheelchairs back together after their disassembly.

Hot stories with which we occupied ourselves prior to 9/11/2001 (just so you don't forget):

1. West Nile virus
2. Ginger
3. Parents leaving kids in cars

Too ugly to serve greasy KFC product?! So they say.

Oh my! Christopher Hitchens has just had his testosterone shot! Fun read. (Mushy-brained disagreements can be read here.)

We who miss the very entertaining police log that used to appear in The South End News can find similar good stuff in the Arcata Eye. For example:

10:39 a.m. His is a life of torment remotely wrought by soulless sirens - telephone harpies who cruelly tantalize with a ringing receiver on entry to his tiny studio apartment with the shared bathroom. But beyond the tinkling piezoelectric ringer lies a mocking vacuum of silence, overturning all rationale for being, hammering heart and soul with a gut-jab of stillborn yearning and a withering blast of broken expectations. The baleful click of a hangup on the other end of the line a mute, grinning death's head beckoning an eternity of sensory deprivation, loneliness and end to hope itself. Other times, alone in the orange-carpeted cubicle, striving to put out of mind the sordid certainty that one's semi-feral kitchenmates are whooping it up under a hail of rap tune artillery, gathered around and guzzling with licentious abandon at the lukewarm 40 you just put in the community fridge to chill, like a coven of bloodthirsty hyenas slavering at the sundered bosom of a slain fawn, probably directly from the bottle. A sudden, unseemly lunge at the laughing $19.95 Radio Shack marketing department decision, hoping against reason that its sine-wave warble presages cheery greetings from a familiar voice - friendship, affirmation, redemption. But no. His next move was to call the phone company.

9:22 p.m. Menfolk shared knuckle sandwiches in the 700 block of Seventh Street.

What's been found?

• Found Magazine, photos, notes, more.
• Spillway found photos.
• Found photos, postcards, notes.
• Found stuff.
• Found letters, photos.
• Found photos, coins, cards, notes, and stuff.

Quite a story here. Probably won't make it to This American Life.

Lifesaving is sexy!

Good ol' Mahir. He's not a terrorist.

Current read: Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson. Here's a paragraph of it.

The room contains a few dozen living human bodies, each one a big sack of guts and fluids so highly compressed that it will squirt for a few yards when pierced. Each one is built around an armature of 205 bones connected to each other by notoriously fault-prone joints that are given to obnoxious creaking, grinding, and popping noises when they are in other than pristine condition. This structure is draped with throbbing steak, inflated with clenching air sacks, and pierced by a Gordian sewer filled with burbling acid and compressed gas and asquirt with vile enzymes and solvents produced by the many dark, gamey nuggets of genetically programmed meat strung along its length. Slugs of dissolving food are forced down this sloppy labyrinth by serialized convulsions, decaying into gas, liquid, and solid matter which must all be regularly vented to the outside world lest the owner go toxic and drop dead. Spherical, gel-packed cameras swivel in mucus-greased ball joints. Infinite phalanxes of cilia beat back invading particles, encapsulate them in goo for later disposal. In each body a centrally located muscle flails away at an eternal, circulating torrent of pressurized gravy. And yet, despite all of this, not one of these bodies makes a single sound at any time during the sultan's speech.

Arriving in Chicago

Flew to Chicago over the weekend. Followed instructions. The lines were long, but even so I ended up with tons of time to just sit and read in the airport. I'd suggest using the curb-side baggage check if it's available. Saved a ton of time.

At Ohare after I set off the metal detector the MWF (minimum wage flunky) asked permission to scan me with his wand. I laughed and asked if I had a choice. At that point I had checked a bag, gotten a boarding pass and tried going through security. If I refused a wanding at that point I'm sure I'd have been in some violation of a federal law. He wanded me well and hand-inspected me pretty thoroughly too. He spent quite a bit of time prodding my boots.

On the Boston end a passenger who had already gone through the metal detector successfully asked one of the MWFs if it was okay if she left her stuff in the boarding lounge while she returned to the unsecured part of the airport. MWF said oh sure. In a flash HMIC (Humpy Man In Camos) spotted the abandoned stuff (1 big overcoat, 1 carry-on bag, and a cat in a travel box) and instructed the MWF to "bring that luggage over here." MWF brought over the carry-on bag only. HMIC repeated his instruction to "bring that luggage over here," whereupon the MWF brought over the cat in its box. HMIC craned his neck to view the big, bulky overcoat that was still sitting there abandoned and repeated his instruction a third time, putting just a bit of edge into it this time. MWF got the coat. By this time the owner had returned and HMIC explained the rules to her and to the MWF. Of course, a hand inspection of all the stuff was conducted, but the cat in the box was a bit of a challenge. I'm wondering why so many of the MWFs still don't get it.

Bologna Bake ¾ pound big Bologna, diced (2 cups) 1 cup celery slices ¼ cup sliced stuff olives 4 hard-cooked eggs, diced ¼ cup chopped onion 1 tablespoon prepared mustard Dash pepper ¾ cup mayonnaise - - - 1 cup crushed potato chips Combine all ingredients except potato chips. Place in 8¼x1¾-inch round ovenware cake dish; sprinkle with crushed potato chips. Bake in hot oven (400°) 20 to 25 minutes. Makes 4 or 5 servings.

Shining deer
I'm sure some of you already know all there is to know about shining deer and you'll be tempted to sit back and gasp "You never heard of shining deer?!" And my answer is yes, but you never did tell me anything about it so I could put it here, did you? So I've had to go out and do the research the hard way…right out there on the cold, dark ground.

Most of you who are like me would think that shining deer would require just a few bits of equipment: deer wax, a stiff brush, and perhaps a buffing cloth. But you'd be wrong!

Here are the steps for successfully shining deer:

• Go to some part of North America where it is dark, woodsy and cold. Wisconsin will do.
• Fire up your he-man pickup truck.
• Locate your one-million candlepower spotlight which is 10 times as bright as airplane landing lights.
• Check the wiring and plug it into your cigarette lighter.
• Hop in the truck and go slowly creeping along empty roads shining the spotlight into those places deer would love to be; e.g., apple orchards, overgrown pastures, edges of woods, corn fields.
• Oh, before you do that, know the law in your area of cold, dark, woodsy North America. In Wisconsin the fun ends promptly at 10 o'clock PM.
• Enjoy the unusual experience of watching deer just stand there. Can't see that anywhere outside a zoo…or a taxidermist's place.

Under current law, with certain exceptions, no person may use, or possess with intent to use, a light for the purpose of shining wild animals while the person is hunting or in possession of a firearm, bow and arrow, or crossbow. A person is shining an animal if the person is casting rays of light on an area for the purpose of illuminating, locating, or attempting to illuminate or locate wild animals. Current law also prohibits a person from using or possessing with intent to use a light for shining wild animals between 10 p.m. and 7 a.m. from September 15 to December 31, regardless of whether they are hunting with a weapon.

No person shall throw or cast the rays of a spotlight, headlight or other artificial light on any highway or roadway, whether public or private, or in any field, woodland or forest for the purpose of spotting, locating or attempting to take or hunt any any game animal, except raccoons or other furbearing animals when treed with the aid of dogs while having in possession or control, either singly or as one (1) of a group of persons, any firearm, bow or other implement whereby game could be killed.

Sights that project a light beam are not legal for hunting. You cannot cast the rays of a spotlight, headlight or other artificial light on a highway or in a field, woodland or forest for the purpose of spotting, locating or taking or attempting to take or hunt a bird or animal, while having in possession or control, either singly or as one of a group of persons, any firearm, bow or other implement or device capable of killing or taking a bird or animal. This does not apply to hunting raccoons or other fur-bearing animals when they are treed with the aid of dogs.

It is illegal to intentionally throw or cast the rays of a spotlight, jack, or other artificial light on any highway, or any field, woodland, or forest, in order to spot, locate, take, or attempt to spot, locate or take any wild animal.

However, a light may be used to take skunks and raccoons in accordance with rules of the Fish & Wildlife Board. A kerosene light may be used to take skunks and raccoons; a flashlight of no more than six cells size D or smaller may be used while locating in and taking from a tree any raccoon treed by a dog.

On Prudence Island, during the period October 1, 2001 through January 13, 2002, inclusive, the casting of rays of artifical lights, including spotlights, headlights, or other artifical light, at any time, on any highway or roadway, whether public or private, or any field, woodland, residential property, or forest, any building or farm animal, for the purpose of spotting, locating, or attempting to spot or locate any wild animal or wild bird is prohibited.

Bin Laden: history should be a witness that we are terrorists. Yes, we kill their innocents. I wonder how the anti-American apologists will obfuscate this open confession. He goes on to say "What we are practising is good terror. We will not stop killing them and whoever supports them."

The Salvation Army, after a brief, weak struggle to free itself, relaxes back into a big snuggly hug with Satan. Whew! Just when I thought I had run across some Christians who had read the New Testament. Now it's back to the normal world: hate-filled Christians and violent Muslims.

Palm Beach hires local drag queen to promote sales of old ballot boxes and voting machines.

The Western Territory of the Salvation Army decides to extend health benefits to "'one legally domiciled adult' in the employee's household, whether spouse or another adult." It's a long, well written rationale from a Christian who is obviously both clear-thinking and charitable. One important paragraph:

In order to be consistent in holding the non-extension position, one would have to show that The Salvation Army does not otherwise offer support of any kind to help people who violate our Salvationist moral convictions. However, the benefits we make available to the spouses of employees "support" many, many relationships characterized by immoral acts that violate most of our position statements. Furthermore, our substantial array of social services often and unavoidably provides support for relationships and behaviors that violate our position statements. We do not ask people to pass our morality litmus test before we give them help. Christian compassion is not conditional. Agape love requires nothing in return which, ironically, is why it has the power to bring about real change in the recipient.

"80 per cent of those taking part [in a British study] have derived more benefit from cannabis than from any other drug, with many describing it as 'miraculous'."

Tales of male masturbation gone terribly, terribly wrong!

Good rant on safe sex.

48 star flag I spotted on Beacon Hill today.

1954 quarter I received in change yesterday!

Click for full size

Wow! The most goliathan Goliath (Microsoft, of course) tries to pick on the tiniest David (Opera). Ha! And double ha! What a buncha small-dicked wonders they have in Redmond.

Some man calls himself "Buzby" writes about how he uses alcohol to deal with his barely restrained homosexuality.

Good comparison between the beginnings of WWII and the current war. If the article isn't available, I have a copy here. (More John Leo here).

New scan of an old pic looking from the Boston Hotel inland.

Desert birds in a cage at the Living Desert.

Oversized Nike ad near Madison Square Garden.

The water intake on the Nevada side of the Hoover dam.

Another new scan, this one of the Frog Pond at dusk.

It was like a summer day at the Haymarket this afternoon, right down to the fresh pierced nipples:

The new Aquarium stop on the Blue Line:

"Next time I get on a plane, it's going to be a whole new ballgame," she said. Flight attendants studying martial arts. I am so impressed that the L.A. Times feels the need to replace either "ass" or "butt" with "[rear]." It's so, like, old N.Y. Times. Hell, even the Prez says "ass" and "butt" in public.

If you're an old videogamer (I'm not) you'll probably like this (and I liked it anyway).

Living alone? Then you don't need Cleaning the Fucking Kitchen for Dummies which teaches you about the fucking detergent and the fucking sponge. It's quite clear!

Medicaid stops abusing new-born boys… as they stop paying for circumcisions. I can only assume that outraged Jewish and Moslem congregations will be organizing charities to provide free circumcisions to those who are needy. I don't see why I should pay for it.

This is really cool! If you link at work, plug in your headphones!

We don't have the time or space to mention all of Microsoft's fuck-ups, but besides the XP fuck-up and the legal fuck-up, there was this satisfying fuck-up at MSN.com, which is such a sucky place I have no idea why anyone would want to access it anyway!

This is me, right?

Courtesy of Stortrooper.

VERY good video from Chef Boyardee. No, really!

Volunteering for the Taliban is not the sweet job you might have imagined.

Dicks of the Insect World - sorry, no pictures.

Why pay $395 (American!) for a "raccoon" hat made of Finnish fox fur? Let's boost the market for those pesky American rabies carriers!

Free speech continued… we're still all for it, but not on high schooler's t-shirts and certainly not when it suggests that war is anything less than wonderfully fun and creative! In this case free speech is "sacred" but … such rights are "tempered by the limitations that they … not disrupt the educational process." Of course, of course. We all are fully cognizant of that other amendment in the Bill of Rights which prohibits the disruption of the educational process. That's the πth amendment, right?

A couple of days ago I picked up an Aiptek Pencam 2. I already had a low-quality digital camera, but the Pencam is much lighter, smaller, and easier to use. And now I'm getting the hang of it, except I have a tendency to put my finger in front of the lens.

This is one of the more tasteful ads taking advantage of the recent popularity of patiotism. Although Budweiser isn't mentioned anywhere near this billboard, most Bostonians know this high profile spot on the Fleet Center is always a Budweiser ad, so we know Anheuser-Busch is paying for this one.

The Tip O' Neill building next door to the Fleet Center. Green Line in the lower foreground.

The phone building (it's probably called the Verizon Building now) and the JFK Building

Massachusetts State House

New building at the New England Aquarium

Students on the Green Line

Leonardo-designed bridge opens in Oslo

Another article
Yet another
Another

Four more photos here.

The Last Supper in Legos. (Home page here).

Want to buy some equipment to get your seedlings going? Go here and buy it cheap from the police themselves. How about this digital scale? (Home page here)

Can straight men accept compliments from gay men?

Did you know you could order your own custom mix of genuine M&Ms, choosing from 21 different colors? Go there and run your mouse across the colors in the banner. The candy runs $8/pound.

Send your complaints to me at RonsLog@rbgilbert.com
Maybe I'll create a "Letters" space.