Where is my left foot?

A panel of judges at the Copyright Royalty Board has denied a request from the NPR and a number of other webcasters to reconsider a March ruling that would force Internet radio services to pay crippling royalties.

When inquiring with a clerk why he was on the list, Murphy was asked if he had participated in any peace marches.

“We ban a lot of people from flying because of that,” a clerk said.

Dessert time. Flourless chocolate cake, ice cream, strawberries.

A little closer, please.

Granny with two of her great-grandchildren, Brianna and Henry.

Granny loves angels. This model — a gift from my sister — will make a nice window ornament.

Brianna and Henry.

Sierra and chocolate.

Find the eggs! They’re not really eggs!

The hostess, Susan.

Today’s menu: spiral-sliced ham, collard greens, potato salad and deviled eggs.

Today’s combo Easter and 87th birthday caps, completes, ends, and finishes, an exhausting round of social and work activity, which included a visit from Susan’s New Jersey cousins, and catalog birth. I am mentally and physically fried, and am planning on taking tomorrow as a recovery day. I have unintentionally but necessarily achieved the result of being unable to concentrate on any intentional task with any sort of intensity, like reading a book and following the words and caring what they say. Apparently I am able to compose a diary entry, as it must use a different part of the brain from which the energy has not been wrung out. Perhaps it is therapeutic.

Two pieces of molten lava from the early 1980s:

Lou Reed, Robert Quine, Fred Maher and Fernando Saunders hit “Sister Ray” in 1983. (Much thanks to CG for this one.)

Dave, Eddie, Michael and Alex, “Unchained”, 1981

Right now: a 172-pg. catalog gets it’s shoulders stuck in the birth canal, as it always seems to do, the result of a uterus with completion issues:

NURSE: “Adrenalin, doctor?”

DR. BENWAY: “The night porter shot it all up for kicks.” He looks around and picks up one of those rubber vacuum cups at the end of a stick they use to unstop toilets…. He advances on the patient…. “Make an incision, Doctor Limpf,” he says to his appalled assistant…. “I’m going to massage the heart.”

Dr. Limpf shrugs and begins the incision. Dr. Benway washes the suction cup by swishing it around in the toilet-bowl…”

Neighborhood friend and mom Alissa has a fledgling clothing business going:

We saw some of the clothes on display at a birthday party on Sunday. Sadly for me, fortunately for the world at large, none of them fit me. However, the chillins upon which they were strapped looked mighty fine.