I fear I have disappointed the people of the Seychelles.
I still have nothing to say.
It’s a blah time: school is in session, which means a harried workpace. I had flu and then bronchitis-or-something, so did not get enough research done in the intersession. The congestion is almost gone, except when I go outside in the cold, or move around, which means cabin fever and no exercise. And my usual way of dealing with stress and the doldrums is walking out and about, and going to the YMCA.
I know, I keep saying I have nothing to say, and then I say something. But you know what I mean: it isn’t very exciting. So to amuse you, or try to do so, I will add a nice phot-ey here:
There’s just so much in this photo, and yet, it renders me speechless.
If the Green Giant does not put things in perspective, what will?
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Is the green giant mexican? Or is he a happy tourist trying to blend amid the locals with the usual over-eagerness that accompanies many such acts? But the girls don’t seem mexican either.
He’s a pretty scary tourist, no? Big and green and — oh! — grating corn from on high…
He’s like a giant, green metaphor for NAFTA or something!
That reminds me of California Orange Crate art…..juicy and wholesome, also vaguely sinister.
Sorry I’ve taken so long, but I didn’t have your email. I’ve been meaning to send you this-
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