Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

MIT's Scientists Need Your Help

Open photo to see that although there is no unifying language, there is one unifying demand.

The Scientists' Pleas

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Kleiner Alex

Alex' first school day with his box of gummibaerle and kinder schokolade!

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Restoration of Mommy

Mommy Makes a Comeback (my Mommy that is)

Not Fast and Not Sighted

A driver you probably don't want to meet

Friday, August 12, 2005

Thursday, August 11, 2005

6 Feet Above

When I was alive, I looked more lively. Monument-to-Self, Forest Hills Cemetery.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Monday, August 01, 2005

Getting Friendly with the Funereal

I've been called morbid, dark and even troubled because of my periodic/chronic/episodic obsession with death and dying--Worry not, I'm far from suicidal. Death just seems so....well...final. Given I can’t control the fact that one day I won’t be here, it seems like I should at least accept that truth.

If you want to face what awaits you, I suggest you follow this recipe:
1. Start with season one of
Six Feet Under and work your way up to the final season;
2. Read Mary Roach's book Stiff;
3. Picnic, walk, and bike ride in your neighborhood cemetery, or come out to Jamaica Plain and head to my local haunt, Forest Hills Cemetery .

Note: If you haven't seen Six Feet Under or read Stiff, I highly recommend you do while you're still alive. As for Forest Hills, you should check it out also; it's one of the more redeeming sights of Boston.

Forest Hills is unique in that the usual piles of Boston trash are absent, it's quiet and it's beautiful—the only other place that fits that description is my living room.

You need not be a grave robber to know that its residents thought themselves important--they clearly had wallets as big as their egos (think Monument-to-self and Mausoleum).

There aint no paupers' but there are a few poets-- e.e. cummings and Anne Sexton are here.

Of course not all tombstones are lovely, but that doesn't mean they're not memorable.

Take One: Unhappy Husband

Take Two: Alex Acquiesces