I finally saw Harold and Kumar Go to Whitecastle. It wasn't nearly as good as Dude, Where's My Car?

One year past the peak and I continue that long, downhill slide toward fifty. It's been an incredible birthday weekend, beginning with an apocalyptic Friday, whose weather drove hordes of stir-crazy, electricity-starved morons into the museum. It turned out to be one of those days that starts and continues horribly wrong and then ends on a ( Read more... )

I woke up about 45 minutes ago to the sound of Lawrence tearing around my room and spitting. Turning on the lights, I found him with an arched back in the middle of the room, wide-eyed and foaming at the mouth. Not knowing what to do, I stood there and watched him shake gobs of thick saliva from his mouth, soaking a pair of my socks and my broken ( Read more... )

I have a new Flickr account, onto which I've just dumped my Burningman photos! They're about the quality you'd expect from disposable cameras caked in playa. I'll be throwing some old favorites up there too. Enjoy.

www.flickr.com/photos/j_morgan/

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