Hippie? Or...Hawaiian?

We're not sure. Perhaps Masa here isn't sure, either.

Why not YOU be the judge.

Accepting votes between now and November 4!

Peace out, my friends.

Red alert...

Note to self: No one ever should wear red pants after the age of 6.

It's just not a good look. On anyone.

Especially with white sneakers.

I have to look away now.

Another Message from the Closet...

So apparently now, not only do I have to assess the average contents of my shoeboxes, I also need to take heed of advice from my clothing.

I recently purchased and wore a new pair of jeans from White House/Black Market. When I took them off at the end of the day, I noticed they came with some seemingly heartfelt advice.

I'm not sure I'm too comfortable with having my jeans usurp the role of a fortune cookie. It just seems a little "off."

Things that Make You Go Hmmmm...

I just noticed something on my Puma athletic shoe box, which has been in my closet for the better part of a year.

The box offers information on the "average contents," which as one would hope is "2."

What else would it be? Why is it "average?" Are there boxes with contents that are above or below average, say with three shoes. Or even one?

Peculiar.

I'm Back....

And better than ever...or so I hope!

I got a new cameraphone and have been trying to get used to it. It's a bit different than my old crappy Katana...it might even be crappier. I can't decide. Now that I've got the hang of it, we'll see if I can revive the blog. It's not dead. I just took a sabbatical.

During that sabbatical, I toured a pricey ($460K) lakefront home that's for sale. A $460K fixer upper that's uninhabited. The place is empty save for a few "homey" touches to make it all the more appealing on the market...including this lovely staging in the dining room.

Ummmm...what's up with the swan? It's as if the light fixture, which completely does not go with the tudor style of the home, or any home for that matter, isn't bad enough. A complete non-sequitar.

It simply does not compute.

And, I'm sure it's really enhancing sales.

I'm Melllllllting....

I have to say how much this Mother Jones cover tickled my fancy. Obviously -- or I wouldn't be writing about it. I was browsing a shelf of magazines at the local bookstore, looking for nothing in particular, and noticed it right away.

Typically, I'm quietly political, but the past 8 years have made me far more vocal and open about my views -- particularly those of the current administration.

Outstanding. 'Nuff said.

Watch out for Witchiepoo...

For some reason this chopped off tree reminds me of the grabby, scary trees from the psychedelic Saturday a.m. 70's kids' show, H.R. Pufnstuf (first aired in 1969).

It makes me feel like I'm on Living Island, trying to keep my trusty golden flute, Freddie from being stolen, when in reality it's just on St. Charles Avenue in Lakewood.

Still, it was enough to conjure up a trippy little flashback.