Rites of Spring

No, not the seminal melodic hardcore-punk band of the early 80's, the lead singer of which went on to form one of the most influential punk bands of the last 20+ years (see Fugazi). I'm talking about spring in the South, Athens in particular, and its maddening insistence on spreading about the earth a fine layer of greenish-yellow pollen. It's everywhere. It's like the Blob, and I've never even seen that movie -- I just know that's what it's like.

Problem is, I've tried to make peace with Nature. I saw her coming a few weeks back and opened up my home to her. I kept the windows open, to allow her cool breath in to kiss my apartment. And what does she do? She spits out that nasty yellow dust at me, coating shelves and window sill with the stuff. Fine, Nature, be that way. But don't say I didn't try.

Here's a few more pictures for your wasting-time-at-work needs...

At the end of the rainbow, you find not a pot of gold, but a swimsuit-wearing Josh.

As previously mentioned, we had a feast for the ages. Phil shows off our creations here.

The family that stays together is the one that chops vegetables together.

Welcome to the 'hood.