Art War - Update

Here is my sister's clarification of her previous "art." I do appreciate the clarity, although I find the subject matter a bit disturbing.
She promises more art to follow. But don't worry, I'll be ready for it....


....by sitting next to a BARF BUCKET!!!

Art War

It seems that after I criticized a recent crappy drawing of my sister's, she took offense at my discerning artist's eye. We now find ourselves in the midst of an art war. It began simply enough:

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Brigit Moore to me May 1 (2 days ago)
whatda got?

In reply, I allowed her to feast her eyes on the drawing as it was meant to look:

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Eric Moore to Brigit May 1 (2 days ago)

Clearly defeated in the realm of canine renderings, she chose a different tack:

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Brigit Moore to me (1 hour ago)

My original interpretation was that this drawing was an attempt to show my admittedly difficuly-to-represent inner strength as I release my pet eagle upon the world to do my bidding. As such, I actually thought it was pretty good, with its bold use of aggressive colors and its delicate shading which defines my rippling physique. However, Brigit claims that it is actually an eagle attacking me. Because art is meant to simply convey a snapshot of a single event with no possible secondary meanings, I think the fact that this crude smear of pixels is subject to such differing interpretations speaks more eloquently to its artistic poverty than any individual less astute than myself could ever hope to.

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Eric Moore to Brigit (6 minutes ago)

I call this work "for i have crossed the many miles." It speaks to the coldness and desolation of the modern world, the frustrations so many of us feel in our hearts, and the coolness of aliens and interstellar travel.

No reply yet from my sister, but I will be sure to post her letter of concession when it arrives.

Check this out:

This map shows where everyone who has ever looked at my blog has been from:

The US makes sense. So does Canada, and I know a couple people in Brazil. But check this out:

Who's looking at my blog from Slovenia, or Belize? Why are there as many people from Germany and Denmark who have seen this blog as there are from Canada? What about China? Russia? Malaysia?

Anyway, I think this is pretty cool, but where are the Kyrgyzstanis and Burundians?

Another shoe picture!!!

I'm gonna be honest with you - these recent pictures have been generating a lot of "clicks." Now, we've done some focus groups, and it turns out that it wasn't the snow that got people to come to my blog, it was the shoe/boot. So my bosses suggested I milk this thing a little longer, since we're struggling with our revenues here at the blog. Our editorial staff is down to bare bones, I don't think we'll be able to hire any paid interns this summer and frankly, I'm not sure how much longer the blog can keep things up the way they're going.

So here you are: thats a shoe and my office carpet (selected, I believe, to match the color scheme of Windows 3.1). You people better click your fingers off.

Also, feel free to start a flame war down in the comments section.

Bike Trip (finally!)

Remember long, long ago when I went on a bike trip in Oregon with my dad, as he finished his ride across the country, but I didn't have any pictures because I smashed my camera on day 1? Well I recently recovered the pictures I had taken that morning, at least, so here they are:

There's my pa, pedaling his way out of Redmond, OR.

Some of the Three Sisters (probably), outside of Sisters, OR.

Me and the old man posing for a picture on just about

the perfect morning for a bike ride.

More of the Cascades, from outside Sisters.

The Three Sisters, again.

Three-Fingered Jack mountain, with what I think are 1,500 year-old

lava flows in the foreground.

Hmmm... this looks more like Three-Fingered Jack to me than the

last one. Maybe there are two mountains with the same name.

My dad, biking past some of the lava flows near the top of the climb.

A pretty barren slot of road near the summit.

Nothing but lava on both sides.

McKenzie Pass: just a bit over a mile high, and almost 4,000

feet above our campsite for the evening!

The biker boys at the pass.

Still at the pass, with the Three Sisters (or at least two of them) in the background.

It was right after this that I tried to use a triangular monument as a tripod for my camera and had the pleasure of watching it bounce 173 times as it fell the 4 feet to the ground. That was the end of the road for my camera, so unfortunately I missed a bunch more great photo opportunities over the next couple of days. But mostly I was just so glad to be there for the trip. I felt totally welcomed by the group and had a great time on the road in camp. And of course it was the best to get to spend a couple days biking with my dad!

It's gone!

Turns out the lack of snow doesn't make a very exciting picture. But the snow in our backyard is gone!!!

Even closer...

Maybe this won't be there anymore by the time I get home. Fingers crossed...