So I suppose now is prime time to enlighten everyone that my brother Steven's going to Iraq. Woo, the drama. Not. He's going to be working with Chemical studies and inspections, as he previously had been in Texas, but to quote my dad "You never know with the army."
Now I'm off to Sonoma with Kata to see that exhibit with the 1000(+?) soldiers who died in the Iraq war. I found out about Steven last night. He's going to miss a year of his new daughter's life, man. If it weren't disprespectful and childish, I would laugh at this situation... the coincidence seems potentialy absurd?
I'm doing a webphoto collage of a Rube Goldberg Machine for a contest poster. It'll be releasing those pidgeons.
My dad is a cullinary genius. He has brought into this world the marvel of the "Cheese Chip"; a chip of fried cheese. Go dad. :/