Roseburg gives me the blues

This was the final performance at Music on the Half Shell.

We found our posse with some difficulty.

The park was quite crowded with people wanting to see Keb Mo and Robert Cray.

I hear they are very popular blues musicians.

Shows what I know.

I guess the concert was fine. I wasn't paying that much attention.

We discussed how our fathers would be proud of us for going out to see blues musicians.

I guess I can only appreciate music that's made by machines.

The art of gardenig

We accompanied Lupita to Charlie's thesis show in Eugene. Apparently she wasn't that appreciative.

I think this piece may be some sort of commentary on the white-mans-greed

Charlie's piece involved a modified dance-dance-revolution pad, making it not dis-similar from my thesis project.

There was some sort of video tracking going on. According to Charlie it wasn't working. It was doing something...I guess it all depends on your definition of "work".

This is Regina inside an installation/gift shop. It may have been some sort of commentary on art-as-commodity or in other words the white-mans-greed.

Surprisingly; art school students don't look that much different from state to state. I saw several people who looked vaguely familiar.

This is my cilantro plant. I'm not sure if this is the picture of it after I killed it or when it was sprouting.

I bought this shovel for $1. The shovel broke shortly after I started shoveling.

I have one very sad pumpkin plant, that should have been planted about a month ago, waiting for this whole to be dug. It's a little bit like Habitat for Humanity in my backyard, I even do my watering with FEMA water.

My fishing hat doubles as a disgruntled-farmer hat.