Those lazy serial projects. I'm bought in now baby. This is Jake's kitchen. He invited me to a party for his roommates birthday. Happy Birthday Louis!
Also this is where the blog comes a little bit full circle-- Jake lent me an Olympus camera that's the same model as took the first photos on here, way back in 2007. They don't make em like they used to.
There was a beaver behind that kid. I was at the zoo and the beaver was way more exciting than the elephants. The zoo wasn't as big a bummer as I remember as a kid. It was troubling as a kid. The poor monkeys (sorry, primates) are such sad prisoners.
This guy was in this thicket playing a didgeridoo and this girl was laying there getting body paint applied. Other people were enjoying the partial shade and having a seat, mostly on the dirt. I poked my head in, and thought "it'd be cool to get a didgeridoo cd for the house." Then I wondered if maybe the place wasn't getting to me. Later, wearing the baby on my back, I briefly worried that someone had dosed me with something-- all these weird boobs hanging out, faint drug smells, the power of like 5 iced teas, costumes, and then light coming through the trees and people doing their best burning man in the woods impression, just when you think "did I get dosed" you see a guy walking by with a badly deformed arm and your worry compounds. The Oregon Country fair is a trip.