See..

Rummagin' through my mother's belongings I found this. It's my dad when he was about my age. He did not change that much. I wonder when he last did not have a beard?
In my parents house there are millions of pictures. Everybody always took pictures. Now you know wehere I got my little obsession from. My mom kept boxes and boxes with all kinds of photogtaphs, some really old. Of when she was young, which is a while. And even tons of pictures of my grandmother as a young girl. For whatever reason everybody in these pictures is always smiling in some strange rather wicked way. I saw a groupshot with about thirty or forty people, all done up for church or some kind of greater entertainment. And they all grin as if they were ready for some kind of hilarious mayhem. In something like 1920.. (Yes, my granny was old. So was my mother. Women in my family seem to go for some fun and - maybe - mayhem before they start their own families...)
Now I have this picture. I stole it from my father's and pinned it up right above my record player. I like the look. Could be one of my friends sporting the indie-rock beard that's so fashionable around here...

I'm reading "Heart of Darkness". Can you believe that I actually never watched Apocalypse Now? I didn't. Shame on me, since I'm always buggin everybody with my movie fetish. Now I have to finish the story first, which might happen tonight. It's short, could work. And then I have to find the patience to watch the whole three hours of the movie. I'm pretty excited about it.