Friday, August 19, 2005

July in Santa Fe. Adobe style is the city mandate.

At the end of July, I flew to Seattle for Jeff Schell and Jen Vlasman's wedding. Don't they look beautiful. Little did they know that the evening would destroy the brain of one young man, ruin the career of another, and take the life of one poor dumb bird. (Check Ryan Dobosh's account of the evening for further yuks)

Check out the old boys from The Habit comedy troupe. On the left is my best friend Ryan who would later betray and expose me on the web-o-tron. Next is Luke "$30,000 KFC spokesman" Thayer. And gently touching my ear is the zesty David Swidler, whose drunken wedding antics would force me into an early ill-advised surgery. Then there's me, Dr. Siano at your service.

I have good news, and bad news. The good news is this is my first beard, the bad news is this will be my last cigar as a successful Doc-o-ter. (What do you think of my first beard? REVIEW MY BEARD just click on the purple comments below {I stole this idea from McSweeney's})

Further proof that, when it comes to scenic beauty, Seattle rules.

This is the photo that ruined my career as a dockter. Once this baby got out on the Web-A-Tron I knew I was through. Kaiser Permanente Medical immediately fired my ass when they caught sight of me operating on David Swidler, with John Kerry laughing at my homemade head tourniquet. Damn you Swidler!

After removing David Swidler's brain in a botched mid-wedding emergency surgery, Dave attacked my crocth with a lemon wedge, saying my groin wasn't zesty enough.

New Friends Left to Right. Jen Roseman from Philly, Raphael Gallegos from Texas, Santa Fe's own Clint Singley, me, and straight out of Albuquerque is Somebody's Ass.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

That's my sister Lieta, or Beene Dog as they call her on the street. Check the ladies playing Bocce Ball in the back, that's my kinda party.

We threw a lil party/BBQ at my sister's place in the sticks with a bunch of Opera pals I made this summer in Santa Fe. On the far left is Erin Van Horn who will be joining Erika Kuever (See April below) this fall at the U of Indiana. In the middle is the super gosh wow Dolores, and on the right is her totally radical roomate Laura. They both have blogs, scroll WAY down on the right to find 'em. They are also the coolest kids in school 'cause they have a pool.

Before I became a successful Doctor/Neuro-Surgeon guy, I used to fight crime, but only on large geological anomalies. They called me "Rock Dude 2" after the famous Rachmaninoff concerto. Here I am rocking Southern Utah, Arches National Park.

White Sands National Monument, in New Mexico. Notice the footprints. It looks like the work of my arch nemesis "Man Made Erosion Man."

I used to hate dogs. That is until I lost my sense of smell in a freak Hibachi accident. Shit, if it weren't for Smudge (in white) the Italian Greyhound and Angel the non-retrieving Retriever, I may have put some lavender in my Rosemary Chicken dish and lost Joanna forever, and I would have ruined a perfectly good chicken. Thanks dogs. [Side note: Their is now a drink called the Italian Greyhound or the "Smudge", you combine Grapefruit Juice, Vodka, sugar and Basil, that's right people Basil, it's hella good]

I'd like to take this opportunity to point out that my girlfriend Joanna is hella fine, and look at those rocks. Yeah, I said "hella", it's coming back. I've already said "hella" hella times today.

Before I became a travelling vagabond, I used to fight crime, but only on sand dunes. They called me "Dune Boy." This is me on my 29th Birthday at the gigantic Colorado Great Sand Dunes National Park, (1,700 feet of sand) reliving the golden days. There was no crime to fight that afternoon, but the struggle continues. "In the battle between Man and Sand, Sand will always win . . . until Man and his machines come and move Sand again." That's an actual quote from a 8th grade educational video, I knew from that day forward that I would be a sandy super hero. I'll get you one day "Man Made Erosion Man." One day!