I'm sorry, I am just so enamored of this portrait of moi that eb created for my birthday, I just had to post it. Without her preauthorization. She could probably sue my ass. But she is on vacation right now, so not likely that legal action is on her agenda at the moment. Anyway.

Remember this young man? I found him delightfuly intriquing back in December when my girlfriend, Grace, (yes, Miss Minnesota, ANOTHER ONE!) and I literally stumbled across him as he was sprawled across a sidewalk writing love-sick poetry in colored chalk.

Seems the St. Petersburg Times finds him intriquing as well.

Four months after I noticed him and blogged about his sidewalk prose.

Hmm. Am I being plumbed? Sure seems that way, doesn't it? Especially since the one poem I fell in love with and posted on my blog (with his consent) is the same one the Times used in its story about said young man in yesterday's edition. If one were paranoid, one really could begin to suspect plumbing...Hmm...good thing I'm not. Paranoid.

On another note, because of the nature of one of my jobs, I have an e-mail address that's published. As a result, I recieve anywhere from 25-100 spams per day pitching everything from software to real estate to precious metal investing, vacation packages and the requisite penis enlargers. Some of the faux people who send these e-mails to me are:

Aidan Scott
Efren Harvey
Jakob Adams
Ingrid Galindo
Kristen Solis
Kristopher Franks
Anibal Trotter
Damion Rosado
Efren Barnett
Wilma Wood
Jack Long
Bryan Phillips
Katrina Phelps
Francisco Barber

I am fascinated by these names. Who the hell comes up with them? My fav is Wilma Wood. Sounds like a porn star. Or a drag queen. She and Jack Long would probably really hit it off.