Immigrant Song

Sorry if the scar is shocking. I’m used to seeing it by now.

Mr. Tacos has this way of choosing the most unpicturesque places to stare at. His favorites tend to be empty corners, blank walls, extension cords and abutting furniture.

Here he is, at it again:

Thanks so much for the kind words and thoughts regarding Mr. Tacos. He wasn’t looking so well yesterday so I took him back to the vet, but she said he’s just fine and his wound is clean and healing nicely. I’m especially grateful for the advice a few of you gave me about the ergonomic [...]

…Well, me playing Tom Waits, which isn’t nearly as good, pero bueno.

I don’t like having days go by without writing anything here, but I realized that most of my energy was going into this blog. Not through the fault of the blog itself, but because of my own obsessive-compulsive [...]

At this rate, NO recording’s gonna get done.

Slacker.

Una vergüenza.

Is today Sant Jordi? I haven’t left my house yet and wouldn’t know. Might as well be living in Oklahoma.

I had a nice video that I took last year of St. Jordi in Barcelona: the flower-sellers, the buen rollo, etc. but I of course I can’t find it.

So whether it is Sant Jordi or it [...]

You’ve seen those movies where drunken people at parties put lampshades on their heads.

Well, Mr. Tacos does the same thing. Only he’s not drunk and he’s not at a party. He’s Mr. Tacos and he’s insane.

I did not orchestrate this scene. This is how I found him! See how annoyed he gets when I take [...]