Sunflowers now, field-wise, by the field, field after field of heavy yellow noggins turned toward the sun or, at sunset, turning back to where it will come back up in the morning; enough to make you want to go on an absinthe binge, box your ear and send it to a hooker, shoot yourself in the heart with a crow gun.
Whoah- nice. I wish I had a field… all I got is concrete.
I don’t know if I understand your blog entry!
Vincent van Gogh, right? What’s the crow gun reference, though? And what is a crow gun? (I’m not big on weapons.)
utterly offtopic but can’t remember your email to save my sanity. not that there was ever a chance. but hey.
http://superfastcomputer.com/2003_07_13_previous.html#105833830177670353
and he seems to be bitching about people ripping him off, oh the irony. oh. the irony.
Crow gun, you know. I just invented it.
Personally, I’m not happy with the word “noggin” – the word itself and the anthropometamorphosism it contains. Also I use the word “back” twice too close together.
Oh, you’ve edited your “crow gun” comment, Mig, which is a pity as I quite liked the first approach: it’s a gun for shooting crows! Yes, my question was a bit daft, come to think of it, and it was fully deserving of the initial, down-to-earth response! ;-)
I was afraid it would come across as snarky. I wasn’t trying to be pedantic. Vince borrowed the gun, saying he wanted to shoot some crows.
PS liz – I contacted the guy about using the picture of my kid on his site and he took it down immediately and was very nice about it. It still shows up in google image searches even though the site listed in the search took it down ages ago – it seems to exist only in google’s cache or something.