Life Is A Slow Harold
Less than 24 hours in Bamako, Mali. Things got amazing after I said “yes” to MC Touareg after he pulled up on his motorcycle and asked us to come over and listen to his music.
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My dad and sister cutting down a Christmas tree outside of Frisco, CO. We got a little carried away and chopped down a huge tree that now dominates their living room even after much pruning.
This Thursday night’s episode of Community (8 p.m./National Broadcasting Company) was written by noted redhead, chili-enthusiast, and Detroit-adjacent native Mr. Sussy Buckets! a/k/a Chris Kula. I am giving you over 48 hours notice to either:
1. Watch the show live!!!! Remember when people did that? Those were simpler times.
2. Go over to your friend Jim’s house and watch. You guys haven’t spoken in a while, wouldn’t it be nice to catch up? You can get all the awkwardness out of the way before the show starts and then let your shared laughter during those 30 minutes of Community Episode # 309 erase the awful memory of what he and your ex-wife did in the backseat of his Impala the night of your high school reunion.
3. DVR it and watch it at 10, after you jerk off to Whitney, like you do every other week.
4. Rent out the Screening Room at the Beverly Connection for a private viewing party.
5. Stream it on your computer the next day like a total freak.
These are just five options! Whatever you do, just make sure you watch. Reblog and tell everyone you know to watch! If we can get just a dozen extra people to watch, it’ll be the highest-rated episode of Community ever!!!
Everyone better be watching Community in the first place, but now extra watch it!
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My sister and her husband try to wrangle their dog, Ullr, for a family portrait.
We rushed to get to the waterfall before the sun completely set. We had intended to get there much earlier, but our day in the rural Midi-Pyrénées region of France had been more enjoyable than efficient. The last few minutes of dusk and the dense forest around the little village of La Terrisse already made it hard to see. I stumbled on wet stones as the trail and the creek occasionally converged on each other.
The trail passed through a small hut partly hanging over the creek, where I stopped for a second to admire the carvings in the untreated wood and benches above the water. It looked like a nice place to spend some time, but the dog and two kittens that joined us on our hike played in the creek upstream as they waited for us to catch up. The little patches of sky visible through the trees grew darker.
The pets lived with my host’s friends, Gwladys and Fred, a name combination I sometimes feel I made up, and their two young daughters, Tchenrezie and Isis, 4 and 2 years old, respectively. This whole family lives in a mud structure they built themselves in a clearing on a nearby hillside.
I’ve been toying around with these night photos of my friends recently, trying to get it right in lightroom. This is my latest attempt.
Lina and Frenchman dancing at the traditional community dance in La Terrisse. This man danced to every song. He would not stop dancing. He danced with his wife until she got tired. From then on he danced with every woman who would have him. Every dance was a traditional dance from the countryside of France.
