Other things I can do

In case you forgot that I did things besides making belt buckles and publishing pictures with asinine commentary; I have a new piece in the online music and poetry magazine textsound.

You can listen to my piece titled Pareidolia at www.textsound.org. the piece is 6 minutes and 16 seconds, it was written and produced in 2008 and is track number 22 in this issue of textsound.

Here is the direct link: http://www.textsound.org/index.php?VOL=1&ISSUE=2&TRACK=22nbspPareidolia.mp3

Please feel free to let me know what you think.

Love,

Gabriel Burian-Mohr

I'm with stupid

Megan tried to convince me that this flexible electric keyboard was basically the same thing as a player piano.

Then she tried to convince me that this wouldn't be good.

And instead I should get this.

According to the drug store; pimp-pirate is the official costume this Halloween season.

You can accessorize with a scary dead rat.

Yikes!

The following is a fight I participated in:

I wasn't going to complain

Megan saw this picture and asked if I was going to complain about the weather.

For once the answer is no. I just thought the fog was neat looking.

Somehow I didn't realize that I owned this awesome Dolly Parton poster.

This is a spider that died inside one of the pictures at work.

Suck fest

I injured myself with my own belt buckle.

Then I got mustard on this very small cactus.

I have been waiting for weeks to get this cable. Turns out it is still the wrong cable.

I got $20 for my birthday. I wish I could say that I am too grown up to accept cash presents from family members. But I'm not. I also wish that I could say that I spent it on something fun, like beer. But I didn't, I spent it on cat litter.

This town

So many kinds of awesome.

I hear that they Are admissible in a court of law.

I think I am in the wrong line of work.

I think this one is better without the explanation.

This ice pop was enjoyable much longer than we had expected.

We are presently at the top-middle of this map.

Welcome to Antelope, Oregon.

Antelope was established in the late 1800s'.

Their post office was established in 1871.

This is the towns house of ill repute.

The internet doesn't really tell me what happened in Antelope between then and World War II.

Some stuff I presume.

"After World War II, the community languished until the 1980s"

At which point followers of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh moved in an claimed the town as their own.

I believe the town was renamed for a while to reflect it's dominant population.

I could tell you about the Rajneeshee and their bio-terror plots, however, I assume you have access to the internet and don't need me to misquote Wikipedia for you.

This is an Old Time fire hydrant.

Megan attempts to urinate on a piece of history.

Megan's contempt for history is duly noted.

This is an old time jail.

This is the room inside of an old time jail.

This is the inside of a cell, inside a room, inside an old time jail

This is me inside a cell, inside a room, inside an old time jail.

And the green grass grows all around.

Leaving you hanging

I am presently over one month behind in blog posts.

I keep trying to catch up.

Some days I post more than once a day.

I need a little break.

I am taking a blog-cation.

See you soon.

Love, Gabe

Tube tastic

This is Bend, Oregon, not to be confused with decompression sickness or "the bends" the condition from which Bend Oregon got it's name.

This is the B&B where we are staying in Bend. It's very nice, I would recommend it to you.

There is no point to this picture, well unless documenting how much I like myself counts as a point...

A neat gargoyle.

This is our room at the B&B.

This is the Bends river, so named for all of the divers who perished here.

A moment of silence for the homies/divers who ain't here.

In this exciting magazine "The Week" I learned that Texas school teachers are permitted/promoted to carry concealed weapons.

I also learned that power generating windmills are killing off bats in record numbers.

I think this is a picture of dolphins mating.

Since I know you are all sick of pictures of me; here is a picture of Megan.

Followed by a picture of me.

This is the entrance to a lava tube

The tube was created when molten lava made some holes and then there was an ice age or something.

Maybe some of that information was true.

However, most of it, I made up.

It's pretty scary in the lava tubes.

This is right after I saw the ghost of One Eyed Willy.

This is what lava looks like on the inside.

I don't know what to say.

It was pretty neat.

You should go check them out. Assuming your into that sort of thing.

On the weekends they rent out the space for some sweet parties.

Maybe I should make a joke about how much these parties "rock".

But then I would probably have to punch myself.

Here is Megan either looking scared or cold. I'll let you be the judge.

We took a wrong turn at some point.

Eventually we escaped.

Only to be confronted by an Immense Ice Age Sloth.

All of that spelunking makes you thirsty.

This sushi was definitely not the size of ones head.