Hulk & Baby met one year ago, today.
Baby was dressed up as a teacher. Hulk was dressed up as a coffee-swillin' student.
At the end of class, Hulk tried to talk to Baby. She looked at her shoes.
Today, Hulk&Baby got up early. Hulk picked up Baby in the Big Blue Box (TM), and they went back to school. Together.
They even went to the room they met in. The room hasn't changed. Hulk&Baby haven't changed. Only now, they're in love.
So today we encourage you to return to important meeting places; places of chance encounters, places where you have met people you felt a zing in your heart about, but didn't respond to at the time. You never know: a non-descript classroom with brown chalkboards and fluorescent lighting just might turn out to be the birthplace of your favorite memories, and the finding-spot of your favorite person.
-n&c-
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
These Days: Images
Probably the coolest and most quintessential Hulk&Baby moment of recent history was this past Sunday night when, dressed to kill, both of them in black from head to toe, they unloaded their bikes from The Big Blue Box and rode around town at midnight, ending up pedaling right into the grocery store for ice cream.
Other than that they have been digging and laughing in the dirt a lot. They built a boat in their garden and stuffed it with flowers. Floatin' flowers.
Here are some shots of what they have been looking like in Edmonton and since:
Hulk&Baby charge the bison on their bicycles. Look out!
Other than that they have been digging and laughing in the dirt a lot. They built a boat in their garden and stuffed it with flowers. Floatin' flowers.
Here are some shots of what they have been looking like in Edmonton and since:
Hulk&Baby charge the bison on their bicycles. Look out!Aww. Just...Aww. Hulk&Baby in their dorm room.
Garden of Weedin', before.
Garden of seedin', after. Note boat. (Unfinished boat, final version to follow)
Happy Gardeners.
Garden of Weedin', before.
Garden of seedin', after. Note boat. (Unfinished boat, final version to follow)
Happy Gardeners.Monday, June 18, 2007
Critters On Wheels: A bi-National update (AKA Buffalo, Bunnies and Bike Rides)
Phew!! Hulk & Baby are tired. Today was an ice-cream-for-breakfast sort of day that also included some quality gardening and a loooong nap.
Since they have been a little off the map for the last couple of weeks, Hulk & Baby thought it would be a nice idea to catch y'all up on Baby's return from Poet Camp (TM), Hulk's introduction to Tim Horton's, Baby's detention by the Mean Ol' Dumbhead U.S. Border Guard (TM), recent progress in--and pictures of--the Hulk & Baby garden, and some bike pedaling news, to boot.
Ready? Good.
On 6/5, Hulk arrived in Ed-mon-ton an hour earlier than expected. The nice folks at Westjet were so on the ball that the flight was early and all was well. But, sadly, Baby did not know this. Sadderly (TM) and more funnily, too, Baby encountered a string of logistical oopsies, surly airport shuttle drivers and general skulduggery and was thusly a bit late to her Hulk.
No matter, though, as Hulk had some Tim Horton's jo, a donut, and his giant-and-apparently very-interesting-to-passersby-suitcase (aka bike bag) with him. And more to the point, when Baby did show up she was a sight for sore eyes. Yowzah. Hulk swoons...
So back on the shuttle and of to the rented dorm room in the conference center of the University of Alberta at Edmonton. Pretty basic digs but more than enough for a couple of dreamy, poet-souled low maintenance kids like Hulk & Baby.
Thus began a week that included eating, walking, more eating, more walking, more eating, Coire's Crazy Cool Canadian Convocation (TM), a groovy visit to a nature park full of Buffalo, a couple of bike rides (with Buffalo), magpies, jackrabbits, and smores. S'mores.
And then it was time to head home. A not so bad flight and a long, slow doofy border crossing. Nothing could disturb the bliss of Hulk&Baby re-entering Albany, though. The drive down through the Adirondacks was beautiful and interrupted by a gas and ice cream stop on the shores of Schroon Lake where Hulk&Baby were chased away by mosquitoes. Ouch.
And now Hulk&Baby have been home for two weeks, planting their garden, riding bikes, managing a not always well-behaved (but always loveable and good-natured) Piggy, and then planting their garden some more.
All is well.
-n&c-
Since they have been a little off the map for the last couple of weeks, Hulk & Baby thought it would be a nice idea to catch y'all up on Baby's return from Poet Camp (TM), Hulk's introduction to Tim Horton's, Baby's detention by the Mean Ol' Dumbhead U.S. Border Guard (TM), recent progress in--and pictures of--the Hulk & Baby garden, and some bike pedaling news, to boot.
Ready? Good.
On 6/5, Hulk arrived in Ed-mon-ton an hour earlier than expected. The nice folks at Westjet were so on the ball that the flight was early and all was well. But, sadly, Baby did not know this. Sadderly (TM) and more funnily, too, Baby encountered a string of logistical oopsies, surly airport shuttle drivers and general skulduggery and was thusly a bit late to her Hulk.
No matter, though, as Hulk had some Tim Horton's jo, a donut, and his giant-and-apparently very-interesting-to-passersby-suitcase (aka bike bag) with him. And more to the point, when Baby did show up she was a sight for sore eyes. Yowzah. Hulk swoons...
So back on the shuttle and of to the rented dorm room in the conference center of the University of Alberta at Edmonton. Pretty basic digs but more than enough for a couple of dreamy, poet-souled low maintenance kids like Hulk & Baby.
Thus began a week that included eating, walking, more eating, more walking, more eating, Coire's Crazy Cool Canadian Convocation (TM), a groovy visit to a nature park full of Buffalo, a couple of bike rides (with Buffalo), magpies, jackrabbits, and smores. S'mores.
And then it was time to head home. A not so bad flight and a long, slow doofy border crossing. Nothing could disturb the bliss of Hulk&Baby re-entering Albany, though. The drive down through the Adirondacks was beautiful and interrupted by a gas and ice cream stop on the shores of Schroon Lake where Hulk&Baby were chased away by mosquitoes. Ouch.
And now Hulk&Baby have been home for two weeks, planting their garden, riding bikes, managing a not always well-behaved (but always loveable and good-natured) Piggy, and then planting their garden some more.
All is well.
-n&c-
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
The Magpie (Ed-Mon-Ton)
Hulk & Baby are back from Ed-mon-ton and a lovely week of visiting with Baby's family, chasing Jackrabbits and Buffalo around the Big Ol' Oil City.
With thanks to Edgar Allen Poe, Hulk & Baby offer this brief recount, to be followed by a more detailed one, after Hulk has had a chance to brush up on Poe's "Philosophy Of Composition".
Ahem:
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Once upon a midday, skeery
Baby wandered, weak and weary,
Past the bust of Milosz, to the airport she did run.
Hulk is coming, Shuttles late,
Drivers surly, Baby runs
Runs shadowed by the Magpie circling, hopping, to and fro.
Phone box, done. Clock ticks,
Second shuttle, come and gone,
Baby tenses, sees the bird. Quoth the Magpie: Ed-mon-ton.
-n&c-
With thanks to Edgar Allen Poe, Hulk & Baby offer this brief recount, to be followed by a more detailed one, after Hulk has had a chance to brush up on Poe's "Philosophy Of Composition".
Ahem:
____________________________________________________________________
Once upon a midday, skeery
Baby wandered, weak and weary,
Past the bust of Milosz, to the airport she did run.
Hulk is coming, Shuttles late,
Drivers surly, Baby runs
Runs shadowed by the Magpie circling, hopping, to and fro.
Phone box, done. Clock ticks,
Second shuttle, come and gone,
Baby tenses, sees the bird. Quoth the Magpie: Ed-mon-ton.
-n&c-
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
All the time in the world
Hulk is not famous for being early. It is perhaps fair to say that Hulk's reputation for tardiness is not quite on par with that of his beloved Pop, Cap'n, but Hulk tends to experience time as a fluid sort of a thing; difficult to tie-down and best left to its own devices.
That said, it also bears mentioning that Hulk is, you might say, wrapped a little tight. Yes it's true, he tends toward hyper-vigilance and worries over things. Things like Baby getting eaten by bears on her Very Yellow Velo (TM), or squished by Elks, or lost and disappeared into the Spooky Town Of No Telephones. Yes, Hulk worries.
So on this particular day, as Hulk planned to head north to Canada, Baby's native land, he wanted to make belt-and-suspenders sure that we was not late. Not even a little. Not even if the Quebecois border guards decided to strip the carpets and seats out of the Big Blue Box car, no, not even then would Hulk miss his plane to get to Baby. So Hulk left Albany at 6:30 am to catch a 3:30 flight from Montreal.
Hulk made his flight on time.
Actually, Hulk made it from home to parking garage at the airport in exactly four hours, including a gas stop and a 30 second chat with a very friendly Quebecois border guard.
So having parked the car--twice, because the first time the automated parking lot machines outsmarted him--Hulk has been exploring the airport for hours now, and has a few more to go. He is well fed, crrrfeed, Oon-ter-webbed, has a stack of books to make towers out of for ant&mouse hide& seek, and even got a phone call from Baby.
Hulk is certain that there are elves in the airport who keep things running smoothly. He has not seen them yet but intends to keep a weather eye out and will report back later.
But mostly, Hulk is delighted and ecstatic to be seeing Baby in just a few hours. It has been weeks and weeks and Hulk figures that, sleepy ol' oil town or no, Edmonton might just get to be one of his favorite places if only by virtue of the fact that it is the city that will give him back his baby. Hulk is also really looking forward to meeting Baby's family for the first time.
Tales of the wild, wild, West to follow.
-n&c-
That said, it also bears mentioning that Hulk is, you might say, wrapped a little tight. Yes it's true, he tends toward hyper-vigilance and worries over things. Things like Baby getting eaten by bears on her Very Yellow Velo (TM), or squished by Elks, or lost and disappeared into the Spooky Town Of No Telephones. Yes, Hulk worries.
So on this particular day, as Hulk planned to head north to Canada, Baby's native land, he wanted to make belt-and-suspenders sure that we was not late. Not even a little. Not even if the Quebecois border guards decided to strip the carpets and seats out of the Big Blue Box car, no, not even then would Hulk miss his plane to get to Baby. So Hulk left Albany at 6:30 am to catch a 3:30 flight from Montreal.
Hulk made his flight on time.
Actually, Hulk made it from home to parking garage at the airport in exactly four hours, including a gas stop and a 30 second chat with a very friendly Quebecois border guard.
So having parked the car--twice, because the first time the automated parking lot machines outsmarted him--Hulk has been exploring the airport for hours now, and has a few more to go. He is well fed, crrrfeed, Oon-ter-webbed, has a stack of books to make towers out of for ant&mouse hide& seek, and even got a phone call from Baby.
Hulk is certain that there are elves in the airport who keep things running smoothly. He has not seen them yet but intends to keep a weather eye out and will report back later.
But mostly, Hulk is delighted and ecstatic to be seeing Baby in just a few hours. It has been weeks and weeks and Hulk figures that, sleepy ol' oil town or no, Edmonton might just get to be one of his favorite places if only by virtue of the fact that it is the city that will give him back his baby. Hulk is also really looking forward to meeting Baby's family for the first time.
Tales of the wild, wild, West to follow.
-n&c-
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