RAGBRAI passed right through Iowa City this year. I joined in early this morning from home.
Our two inflatable prizes from the Johnson County Fair nuzzle each other on the couch.
You might say that the county fair is a place to see, smell, and step in different kinds of shit.
Livestock, food, and rides at the county fair.
I did not steal from or hurt anyone today.
Our little Saturday afternoon jaunt took us through three little towns: River Junction, Riverside, and Kalona.
River Junction, Riverside, and Kalona through a dirty camera lens.
Is Superman good at drawing? If so, is he superhumanly good?
What a great day to wear wool pants.
A photo of flowers is kind of a cheap thrill but here it is anyway.
101° F right now and climbing. Heat index of 124° F.
Cool stuff in “The Fast Runner”, an Inuktitut-language Canadian film about an Eskimo legend, includes igloos, sealskin clothing, dog sleds, and the complete absence of anything green.
I’ve upgraded and made a few changes to the new default them but I think I’m finally giving up control over all the little functional details.
He ate them roasted, grilled, and frito! Oh what a horror was Pepito! – Ludwig Bemelmans, Madeline and the Bad Hat
At the farmers market I ate a tasty sesame ball made with rice flour and sweet mung bean paste.
Hanging upside-down in an ice cave must be a metaphor for something but I don’t know what.
I feel derelict if I don’t share this video with people at least once a year.
I could go for a tall, cold glass of chocolate milk right now. Whole milk, not two percent.
A new Italian restaurant downtown serves a homemade seafood fettucine in black squid ink sauce. It looks like a plate of gagh.
Cukes or zukes? Madonna or The Madonna? Ice cream or mice cream? You decide.