I had an essay on NPR's Bay Area affiliate, KQED, this morning, and although it's about forging a wild pioneer life in the heart of a bustling city, I think you'll enjoy most the picture that accompanies it.
Is that not the definition of CRAZY FACE?
Confession: I've never, ever, in a million years, liked having my picture taken -- I'm always ducking out of them, dropping my head, covering myself with small children or simply closing my eyes and hoping for a freak electro-magnetic monsoon that will knock out power across the world and take all digital cameras with it. This never seems to happen. But I think this picture (see crazy left eye in particular) pretty much explains why I wish it would.
My apologies. This was supposed to be a fun story about whether over the course of a few generations we have lost something wild within us, whether technology and city life has made us soft and forgetful of the pioneer within. Griping about poor lighting and ill-frozen smiles pretty much answers the question, I believe. Enjoy.