My Identical Twin Fathers

Everyone has a Father. Believe it or not, I have two Fathers. Both are Identical twins. So, Dad and Dad happy father’s day to both of you.

 OK you got me. This is a special effects video. Everyone has just one precious father, enjoy them while you have them.

I love you Dad.

The Chemistry of Plastics and Monkeys

Everyone has a Dad. Enjoy them while you have them. My Dad is a Scientist. I love you Dad.Happy Father’s day.

Marvel as my Dad talks about the Chemistry of Plastics and Monkeys.

Happy Mother’s Day (400 Million BC) Video

My mom worked the puppet in this special effects video. I did not have any idea how to film it. So look in the background and you can spot her head! That is my fault. I never remember to think before I do things. So I am always walking out the door without pants and the like. Still I think it is fun.  It was my mother’s day present for my Mom. So happy mother’s day Moms.



She is Life, I am Death. Love and Reality.


She is Life.

She is Light, laughter and promise.

I am Death.

I am Midnight, anguish and barrenness.

At the Core

Inside her bosom is a womb that nurtures a loving soul.

Surrounding, my ribcage is a prison that entombs a bitter void.


She is short of sin.

I am not quite criminal.

We are so different



We love one another tenderly, permanently.


We bicker, childishly, repeatedly.


Battles of accusations, blame. We wound with words that cut.



We suffer emotional injuries. We rub at them in self-pity. We condemn the transgression of the other. We hate one another.


Disbelief strikes us numb; the reality that we are capable of saying such evil words. We mourn in guilt, ashamed. We hate ourselves.



We lick each others’ wounds tenderly, as would wolves who mate for life.


We are so alike.

1920’s Silent Movie of 651 year old Dog

I filmed this one minute, vintage silent movie of my dog, with my I pod camera in 1920–that was 93 years ago when my dog was a pup. That now makes him 651 in dog years.

Cindy my wife, a risk-taker, filmed hand-feeding a terrifying border collie cooked bacon, while trying not to have her fingers bitten off.

Are Books and People Alike?

Books are not so different than people are. Both come in many different genres, they see things from different points of view, and they speak in unique voices.

Unfortunately, it is easier for me to judge them by their covers, as they wait patiently on a shelf. If I am not careful, I will walk past a great one and never open it–because I am busy, impatient, and thoughtless.

But when I do take the time to look, I find each one has an exclusive set of contemplations: observations, interpretations, and insights about life.

I do not agree with all of them. Some do not share my curiosities. Some I do not understand. Some irritate me for no good reason. Some of them just plain make me mad.

Still, every time I open a new book or talk to a new person, I learn something about life that I did not know before, and that makes my whole view of the world a little bit wider.