Check out the girl with the strange fish-like cat toy on her head. That's the way things are done in Kentucky.

I have resisted the urge to blog, being someone who does not have a single, quirky, obsessive passion. Also, I'm not a funky hometown press. I tried to blog once. I even set up my blog on Yahoo! My blog got nixed by central command. Yahoo! was of the impression that I am a machine. I wrote an e-mail to Yahoo! explaining that I am not a machine. Yahoo! did not reply to this e-mail. Ergo, I am a machine -- wait, no. I'm a cyborg without gender (thanks Donna Haraway, matriarch of feminist epistemology) -- or that part of me that is machine is that part which Yahoo! observes as machine and that part flesh and blood is my own imagining and, really, who has a tighter grip on reality: me or Yahoo!? (And how do you punctuate a question with Yahoo! at the end without seeming confused?!?!)

Below please see the image that haunted me through college (from the cover of Donna Haraway's book) Who can type so calmly with floppy skeleton-puma draped across their shoulders and the entire universe spinning fractally behind them?

Here at Mango Haiku we will never use your photo without permission, unless you are 1) married or engaged to me 2) my daughter or 3) Santa Claus.