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A street lamp on Elizabeth Street looking southeast towards the river an - eventually - Antarctica. This was taken one morning last week, and yes, that is the Marine Board building peeking its head in again.

Here is a very special Sunday Top Five: top five July 19 babies who've passed on traits to MY July 19 baby!
  • Vitali Klitschko: combining cold Soviet logic with brutal violence, Ez reminds me more of Vitali than Wlad.

  • Ilie Năstase: supremely gifted, if somewhat eccentric. The little bloke has Ilie's great originality and panache without the mental fragility.

  • Herbert Marcuse: One Dimensional Man, Ez is anything but.

  • Edgar Degas: They share a fondness for ballerinas, in both a critical and romantic sense.

  • Vladimir Mayakovsky: committed to the cause and brave enough to ignore form. Ezra won't shoot himself in the head, however.

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Priyanka Khot said…
Happy Birthday Ezra!

Do come to Delhi blog to collect your cake.

http://delhiphotodairy.blogspot.com/
19 July 2009 at 18:09
Carola said…
Happy Birthday Ez!

Kris, I like your Sunday Top Five, a great idea.

Can't follow all the time, because we are walking in Canada and we are often in the bush. Today we stay in Nelson.

My Sunday Top Five:
Iced Latte
Having a rest day and it is hot
Internet
Bruce Springsteen
My Kids splashing with water
20 July 2009 at 04:50
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, thanks!
21 July 2009 at 10:33
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, walking across Canada with kids.

Hmmmm.
21 July 2009 at 10:33
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