First harvest! Not the tomato on the left–the two pea-sized ones on the right. I’m taking the big one out to the garden to show them what they could look like if they worked out in the tomato gym.
“My books are water . . . Everybody drinks water.”–Mark Twain
Last weekend, I went to the Museum of Fine Arts Houston to see the Age of Impressionism exhibit. Naturally, I had to stop by the museum gift shop because they always have a coffee table book featuring the paintings in the exhibit, along with the most elegant, er, stuff imprinted with some of the pictures. You know, mugs, ties, umbrellas, magnets, pens, note cards, trays, clocks, prints, jewelry . . . which would normally look like junk but doesn’t because it’s in a museum gift shop. But look what I found! This! In a museum gift shop! It’s a pad of Voodoo paper–for “The Voodoo That You Do”– complete with instructions. I was struck by the enormous possibilities and wondered if I should buy two pads.
Just look at it. You draw either white or black pins, but I think it would be more fun to use real ones and a bulletin board. The instructions say to personalize the features or even paste a photo of the person’s face, and if you want to draw a lot of pins, have at it. I was all set to get started until I read the warning: If you’re casting a hex, beware of karmic backlash, which will come back to you threefold. Oh. I knew there had to be a catch. Well, what about the good stuff? Does that come back threefold, too? Wouldn’t that be great? Except I have a feeling there’s another catch, so I’ve done nothing.
