i think i may have mentioned that i live on the eastside of austin now, which is the BAD side of town. i was biking around, exploring, and i found this branching intersection . . .
. . . which emptied out into an aquaduct. outside of the ghetto, people don’t stand for their roads dead-ending in small streams.
my dad had a birthday recently, so as is my habit, i carved him a small present. i’ve been into the local "cedar" for a while now. it usually has a good grain, and takes a polish without the application of polyurethane or other chemicals. the piece of wood i used unfortunately had weird gray discolorations which ended up across the face of this little bust.
i can’t really justify making a bust of shatner. neither my father nor myself are particularly enthusiastic about the man, but it seemed appropriate at the time.
late at night, my GF and i did a raid on the local fiesta supermarket, a store that mainly specializes in mexican food, but there are several aisles dedicated to non-perishables from a gamut of cultures.
el salvador for instance produces a drink mix called super cebada that bears a more than passing resemblance to pepto bismal:
it tastes exactly how you would expect pink powdered barley to taste.
for those of you who are connoisseurs of fine "extruded snack product" then you should check out cheesteens, which in my opinion are actually superior to cheetos due to the marginally cheaper price and the significantly more pronounced cheese taste.
since it was the birthday of our friend toto, i also picked up some gifts for him in the multi-cultural section.
the red tooth powder is indian, and i suspect, but cannot prove, that it’s used as a toothpaste and does not literally turn your teeth red. the bagged columbian mayo turned out to be a hit at toto’s b-day party in the way that only a bag of columbian mayo can be.
