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The gaudy red Jordan coat of arms is one they sell in souvenir shops in Ireland. The right-hand Jordan coat of arms, also from Ireland, is one I found on the Internet. The horse-whip tail on the lion is pretty good, but I like the top half best. It's like a blank coloring book. I can't figure what's with all the lions. They don't even have lions in Ireland. The Maya Stela further down the page translates into my birthday. |
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Travel, archaeology, museums, religion, languages (esp. Esperanto, Chinese, Nahuatl)
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Good Things: Hikes, short whodunits, farcical films, really clever computer programs, having a captive audience, pop-up books, beaches, music written before the XXth century, museums, July, theatres, vanilla, literacy, nifty places, rocking chairs, artists, mail that requires no answer, beer, alphabetical order, Gothic architecture, sherry, cartoons, maps, web pages with actual content, funny food (within reason), bug-free woods, ingenuity, being met at the station, Google, Arab salads, heaven, flowers that grow though neglected, HTML, pipe organs, sunset, tamales, straight teeth, friends, spumoni ice cream, decorative tile, smiles, seashores, corduroy jackets, health, skepticism, indoor plumbing, Hawaiian shirts, history majors, pork chops, PDAs, books with peanut-butter-proof bindings, traveling to new places, pop-up books, opera, freshmen, Wikipedia, universal single-payer health care, lessons one & two, pleasant weather, pockets, reliable machines, naps, the Upper Paleolithic, red wine, the pyramid of Unis, espresso, national parks, free trade, printed instruction manuals, maternal advice, curiosity, hot baths, tea, human rights, smoked salmon, Chinese temples, Esperanto, Harry Potter books, a seat in the front, encyclopedias, foods that start with A. |
Bad Things: Talk radio, flu, poems that don't rhyme, being a captive audience, things that don't work right, cilantro, idiots with power, flat tires, science fiction, baseball, the word "like" used as spoken punctuation, gurus and their followers, spam and junk mail, mosquitoes and/or flies, careless writing, floods & fires, garden snails, spin doctors, dust & spider webs, budget deficits, PowerPoint, fundamentalists, music written after the XIXth century, handguns, clattering skateboards, termites, supreme leaders, exams, DJs, oversold flights, the Bush Depression, illegible labels on electronic devices, art that fails to lift the spirit, robber barons & labor bosses, bottled water, electioneering, murder & mayhem, karaoke, preachers who go by nicknames, call-in shows, voice mail, madding crowds, feminists, antifeminists, acne, protectionism, motivational speakers, traffic congestion, the Lower Paleolithic, public broadcasting "membership" drives, human sacrifice, bandwagons, graffitti, terrorism, automated telephone routing systems, vacuous gibberish, game shows, arthritis, compulsory support of labor unions, weeds, self-locking car doors, invasions and "legal actions," programmers who want my whole hard disk, museum labels far from what they label, famine & plague, reality TV, rabble rousers & roused rabble, silk ties, forgetfulness, isms, horseradish, wet dogs, viruses, "people who." |
Off hand I can't think of any reason why you would want to look at a picture of me. Even I don't have much interest in pictures of me. However if you click on the guy in the pot it will lead to a my favorite picture of me, which, in turn, is but a mouse-click away from a huge, appallingly narcissistic collection of photos of me that will amaze and disgust you and take longer than Lent to download into the bargain. (It isn't my fault. Somebody sent me a picture of myself to put on my web page and things just kind of got out of hand.)
You don't want to know intimate stuff.