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The Lanes Take NYC

2011-12-25T05:48:00.000-08:00

People Occupying Wall Street

2011-10-02T12:44:00.001-07:00

The Paris Trip (5)

2011-09-15T09:24:00.000-07:00

New York: Chapter 25 from Tim Lane on Vimeo.

The Paris Trip (4)

2011-09-14T09:10:00.000-07:00

The Paris Trip (3)

2011-09-13T09:01:00.000-07:00

The Paris Trip (2)

2011-09-12T08:43:00.000-07:00

The Paris Trip (1)

2011-09-11T08:31:00.000-07:00

Manhattan v. Brooklyn

2011-09-05T09:39:00.000-07:00

Nothing Sends Out Summer Quite Like US Open

2011-09-03T22:52:00.000-07:00

Caption Needed: Union Organizers Deflate Rat

2011-08-25T19:47:00.000-07:00

On the Highline

2011-08-23T05:37:00.000-07:00

What's that, Gatsby?

2011-08-22T19:30:00.000-07:00

New York: Chapter 24

2011-08-21T15:21:00.001-07:00

http://vimeo.com/27969433

1920's Lawn Party

2011-08-20T09:43:00.000-07:00

Ready to go!

Great Visit From Gina

2011-08-15T04:21:00.001-07:00

All of us outside Yankee Stadium.

Portland Trip 2

2011-07-09T12:52:00.001-07:00

Summer and Brian video conference.

Portland Trip

2011-07-09T12:50:00.001-07:00

Back to the coast for some fireworks...

Tortilla Flat

2011-06-17T08:42:00.001-07:00

One of my favorite books, read aloud:

New York Chapter 23

2011-05-22T13:20:00.000-07:00

http://vimeo.com/24081839

Missing Paris...

2011-05-09T09:16:00.000-07:00

Nice comeback from the Mets

2011-05-06T19:24:00.000-07:00

People want their burgers

2011-05-06T15:22:00.000-07:00

Shake Shack a hit at Citi Field

NYC 22

2011-05-01T18:59:00.000-07:00

New York Chapter 22: http://vimeo.com/23127136

I Wish

2011-04-28T12:40:00.000-07:00

Baseball Season

2011-04-03T12:00:00.000-07:00

But not yet baseball weather...

Pretty good day to take lunch outside

2011-02-18T11:01:00.001-08:00

Catching Winter Sun

2011-02-06T13:19:00.000-08:00

Got to get that vitamin D

In Our Nation's Capital -- 3

2011-02-05T15:05:00.000-08:00

They are stronger than they look.

True Blue Washington

If you ever need a sweaty warm-up, head into the greenhouse!

Love the architecture.

In Our Nation's Capital -- 2

2011-02-03T14:53:00.000-08:00

Of course, Robbye wanted to show us her farmer's market.

It was adorable.

More Capital Building fun.

In Our Nation's Capital -- 1

2011-02-01T14:46:00.000-08:00

We sure had fun playing around DC.

Syd's Visit--3

2011-01-30T08:18:00.000-08:00

Syd got the strut down quick

He had some fun with it, too.

Long subway ride home.

Syd's Visit--2

2011-01-28T08:04:00.000-08:00

We had a pre-opera hamburger.

Photos inside The Met are prohibited, so I had to sneak this.

Out about town.

In fancy cowboy boots no less.

View From My Window

2011-01-26T20:12:00.000-08:00

Tiffany's hoping for a snow day.

Franklin Wunder trailer full

2011-01-26T19:21:00.001-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VOluKOxQGs&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Syd's Visit--1

2011-01-26T07:51:00.000-08:00

Syd came, so we went to the opera.

Showed some brotherly love.

He loved the vibe of the city.

Holidays -- Christmas 7

2011-01-24T07:42:00.000-08:00

Grandma liked her light-up necklace. I told her it brought out her eyes...

That made her laugh...

Some green beans from the market.

Cold

2011-01-24T05:18:00.000-08:00

Very cold in NYC.

Holidays -- Christmas 6

2011-01-22T07:34:00.000-08:00

Mother and daughter are very goofy.

I guess that's where the son gets it.

Fame.

We felt very cool. Joe took us up a secret, winding way, to the Hollywood sign.

Holidays -- Christmas 5

2011-01-20T07:24:00.000-08:00

From the top of Hollywood hills, the future looks clear, the future looks bright.

Fresh produce is fun to hold

At Christmas, we didn't just watch football. I also lost at pool.

Ah, what a sweet mother-daughter combo. (Just wait till the next post.)

Holidays -- Christmas 4

2011-01-18T07:09:00.000-08:00

Opening presents never gets old--no mater how old you get.

Watching football is a basic necessity of Christmas... We should we talk?

Sister-Brother love.

L.A. or Mexico?

Escalator

2011-01-16T09:26:00.000-08:00

Crazy long in DC.

Holidays -- Christmas 3

2011-01-16T06:58:00.000-08:00

China Town has its own sort of gritty charm. Like this elevator door.

Along with colorful fish to watch.

And toads to eat. (Rather disturbing to see)

And tea to drink.

Ska

2011-01-15T16:06:00.001-08:00

At the Kennedy Center had us all bobbing our heads.

Eating Out

2011-01-14T21:17:00.000-08:00

Ben's Chile Bowl. Obama and Crosby eat here.

Holidays -- Christmas 2

2011-01-14T06:49:00.000-08:00

We took the day to go into China Town.

This store had all the best candy.

Later, Tiffany played cards with Grandma.

And Joe took a break.

Holidays -- Christmas 1

2011-01-12T06:40:00.000-08:00

Christmas in California is surreal. It was right around 65 the entire time. While in Laguna Beach we saw dolphins jump. We also ate at the best ramen place I've ever been.

Taking pictures of Joe when he was rebelting his pants. Oops.

When Tiffany and Joe are together, you can tell they are siblings. They like to goof around.

Snow!!!

2011-01-11T19:06:00.000-08:00

I think it only fair that we get this snow storm as Tiff and I missed the first.

14 Inches of Snow On the Way

2011-01-11T16:08:00.000-08:00

Means even the trees need to bundle up.

Hmmm

2011-01-11T12:06:00.000-08:00

Just for the fellas...

Holidays -- Thanksgiving 5

2011-01-10T14:54:00.000-08:00

Lobster is a must have in Maine. Although, by the end of these two beasts, Tiff was a little grossed out.

A couple of wonderful ladies.

Nana has a spark for performance.

Meat slice? Seriously? This is what passes for graffiti in Maine?

Holidays -- Thanksgiving 4

2011-01-08T14:40:00.000-08:00

This was pretty. I like profile shots.Man divides up the sky. 27 pieces in this picture alone. Not trying to wax poetic. Just saying we like to chunk things off to fit.

Tiffany didn't know that Nana's car had hyperdrive. Then she pressed it and ZOOM!

Walking through the fashion district in Maine (about a block long) Tiff and Nana decided to strike some poses.

This one's a good one.

Holidays -- Thanksgiving 3

2011-01-06T14:25:00.000-08:00

We took a drive up to Portland, Maine. It has a lot in common with the Oregon version. Good food, friendly atmosphere, wet, cold weather. Many boats.

On the car ride there, I saw this beautiful scene.

Then there was this door. I love it. Keep this pic in mind. It will come up again in the next posting!

On the car ride home, Tiff needed shades. Dang, her future is bright.

Holidays -- Thanksgiving 2

2011-01-04T12:07:00.000-08:00

Ken could really jam...

Water was cold, wouldn't want to swim in it anyway...

Some dog days...

Three generations....

Holidays -- Thanksgiving 1

2011-01-02T13:55:00.000-08:00

It's been too long since I've posted. I'm going to do a few posts regarding my recent holiday travels. For Thanksgiving, we visited Nana up in New Hampshire.

Here is the pup. I love this photo even though it is blurry. Maybe because it is...

Here is Aunt Nancy's house. It's a great little place right on a lake.

A Subway Memory

2010-12-11T08:00:00.000-08:00

The only thing that separates this and that, is time. Which is strange because we usually measure time in feelings. Which do not function logically.

I had an amazing time. Time flies when you're having fun. It was a depressing time in my life.

So strongly are we tied up in time as feeling that when something is going well, we assume it won't stop. And likewise, when something is going poorly, we think it will never end.

Last night I took my brother Syd up to Harlem to listen to some jazz. We passed by the subway station I used to wait at every morning to go to a job I hated. I had a feeling then that a day passed like it was a year. It honestly felt like this terrible job would never end.

Then it did.

This year I have changed where I work and suddenly I love my new job and that never-ending one I hated is just a brief memory I rumbled passed on the train. Time is the constant. It always moves.

This too will pass.

Honeymoon: Tourists

2010-10-09T07:41:00.000-07:00

While the beach was mostly empty, a few people were still out and about.

Some men dug this river out.

It was all backed up, which I think lets mosquitos breed, which is very bad for tourism, I would guess.

Honeymoon: Magic

2010-10-03T06:53:00.000-07:00

On our last night in Tamarindo, we discovered magic.

It was exciting. For me at least.

We jumped for joy.

Honeymoon: Fireflies

2010-09-30T05:45:00.000-07:00

On our way home from the beach at sunset we saw the most amazing spread of fireflies.

They zipped all over the place and held our attention until the mosquitos took it away.

The photos don't capture how peaceful their light was.

Honeymoon: Driftwood

2010-09-26T05:44:00.000-07:00

This washed up in interesting shapes.

Very cool looking.

I wish I had carryon room to take them home with me and try to make something crafty out of it.

Honeymoon: In the Cloud Forest

2010-09-18T08:37:00.000-07:00

There are also some very tiny avocados.

Hummingbirds are a little bit of magic.

The canopy holds an entirely unique and diverse world of life.

In the Cloud Forest, motorcycle is the preferred means of transport.

Honeymoon: The Drive 2

2010-09-14T16:59:00.000-07:00

Here's the little car that finally got us to the top. (At one point, Tiff thought she was going to die.)

I was proud of my driving skills.

The cows were less impressed.

Honeymoon: The Drive

2010-09-07T05:08:00.000-07:00

The drive up was beautiful, but harrowing.

We finally found our way.

Tiff didn't want to leave the car the whole time.

Honeymoon Monkeys

2010-08-30T11:13:00.000-07:00

Here's our monkey friend. He liked Tiff OK, but when I came upstairs, he started freaking out...

Jumping all over the place and ripping off tree branches...

Even licking the skylights. Turns out he was an adolescent monkey and he was just showing me that this was his turf, and I best be careful...

Bees and Hornets and Me

2010-08-25T09:53:00.000-07:00

I decided I would take the train up to the Cloisters – a museum made from an old European monastery someone a long time ago in a brash display of wealth shipped in piece by piece – and do some writing in the peaceful stone courtyards within. When I got there, though, it was closed (every Monday, in fact).

So I turned and headed back.

A normal scene. A city park. People out for strolls. A storm threatening the edges of it all with dark rain.

Then I looked closer at a bush bursting with purple flowers. All among the flowers were plump bees, gorging themselves on nectar. So into their feeding that they were oblivious to everything else.

This included the giant wasps that buzzed silent and deadly as military helicopters among the flowers, pouncing on bees and devouring them in a startling display of vicious hunger. Seriously, these things strip the bees without regard to the poor bee’s life or his solemn nine-to-five, and with no table manners at all. They spit out the legs and antenna, eat the plump middle, and finish by cutting off the head and buzzing off with the what’s left of the carcass. So uncouth.

I watched this happen three times – my interest completely peaked.

The bees were so into eating nectar that they didn’t notice the wasps. The wasps were so into eating the bees and they didn’t notice me. Suddenly I wondered what the hell was watching me because I was so into watching the bees and wasps.

I looked around and sure enough, there on a bench smoking a cigarette was an older man with hungry eyes.

Damn, I thought, I wish I wasn’t wearing my skinny jeans.

I decided to not look at him, hoping this would convey the message of noninterest. But, of course, when one decides to not look at something, it is often the thing one looks at. So. I ended up looking three or four more times in the next ten minutes – over my shoulder no less – and there he was, smiling the whole time.

Now, I don’t know what the old man was looking for, but the thing with the bees and wasps got my mind spinning.

Finally, I got so exasperated I ran away.

Honeymoon Rings and Views

2010-08-24T12:00:00.000-07:00

We both kept noticing our rings the whole trip.

Tiffany set up a few poses.

Here was a deck.

Us in front of our view.

Honeymoon First Day in the Cloud Forest

2010-08-23T06:31:00.000-07:00

This was the name of our room.

Here's the name of our hotel.

I just loved the color of the earth.

The complexity of the jungle.

The companionship of the dog.

Honeymoon While the Wife Naps

2010-08-20T07:14:00.000-07:00

While Tiff was sleeping, I climbed a tree and found this little guy.

And this map sort of pattern in the rocks.

As I went, I noticed how man was everywhere, even in the jungle.

For some reason it captivated me.

Then I kept exploring and found these water drops on a leaf.

Honeymoon Horses

2010-08-19T06:51:00.000-07:00

We sure had fun on the horses.

I think that I was actually taller than mine...

Honeymoon Macro 2

2010-08-18T12:15:00.000-07:00

Things are most interesting sometimes from up close. Like:

View from below.

A tree from below.

Seaweed.

A fallen leaf.

Cactus.

Honeymoon Monkey Walk

2010-08-17T11:47:00.000-07:00

In the mornings we would walk and look for monkeys in the trees.

Big Beautiful trees.

Often times the dog would come on our walks.

Honeymoon More Afternoons

2010-08-16T11:17:00.000-07:00

In the afternoons it rained.

When it rained it was time for the hammock.

Lot's of reflection.

Honeymoon Afternoons

2010-08-15T10:54:00.000-07:00

After breakfast, I'd take a shower, sometimes with company.

Maybe head down to the river to explore.

Then maybe a little deck time.

Later in the day we would do something like go for a horseback ride...

The kids came out to watch...

And we made quite a commotion.

Honeymoon Breakfast

2010-08-14T10:53:00.000-07:00

For breakfast, Tiff liked the pancakes.

There's a course of fruit.

Including this strange fruit.

Here's the shell.

Over all, quite good!

Honeymoon Typical Day

2010-08-11T07:27:00.000-07:00

Usually it was sunny in the mornings.

With time enough to play with hermit crabs...

And stormy at night...

Honeymoon Black and White

2010-08-10T06:01:00.000-07:00

My Beach Baby.

We found a beach heart for her.

And a strange beach mushroom.

Honeymoon Macro

2010-08-08T20:56:00.001-07:00

These little sand pebbles on the beach in Costa Rica were fascinating. I think some sort of crab made them...

Well, it wasn't the dead crab.

Maybe this crab made them...

4th of July

2010-07-09T17:59:00.000-07:00

New York: Chapter 21

2010-06-25T09:05:00.001-07:00

New York: Chapter 21 from Tim Lane on Vimeo.

New York Chapter Twenty

2010-06-20T14:15:00.001-07:00

New York Chapter 20 from Tim Lane on Vimeo.

Photo Update 5/30/10

2010-05-30T19:39:00.000-07:00

Photo Update 5/22/10

2010-05-22T15:46:00.000-07:00

More people...

Photo Update 5/16/10

2010-05-16T18:28:00.000-07:00

People...

Photo Update 5/13/10

2010-05-13T17:43:00.000-07:00

A tree and sunsets...

Photo Update 5/11/10

2010-05-11T19:05:00.000-07:00

We took a trip to Brooklyn...

We met a very nice, little pup.

It was raining on the train ride over.

But people were still cozy when the sun went down.

New York: Chapter Nineteen

2010-04-28T11:46:00.001-07:00

New York Chapter Nineteen from Tim Lane on Vimeo.

When I Buy a House

2010-04-20T05:28:00.000-07:00

THIS advice sounds sound.

Parade

2010-04-13T19:59:00.000-07:00

Easter Sunday

2010-04-07T16:41:00.000-07:00

Wishing I Had a Bike in NY...

2010-04-05T16:28:00.000-07:00

Early Morning Shoot

2010-04-04T11:07:00.000-07:00

Helping the Helpless

2010-03-30T18:12:00.000-07:00

Recycling in New York City is a pain.

Nobody does it.

Not only do they not do it, they rely on arcane practices that I last remember seeing in grade-school. It almost seems like they go out of their way to be environmentally irresponsible. They constantly drink coffee out of Styrofoam cups and throw away newspapers.

This is why it was interesting for me to see pasted on the trash cans in the subway the proclamation that all trash in the subway cans was sorted and recycled. New Yorkers, despite their best efforts, are doing the right, "green" thing.

Vinyl Lives

2010-03-28T11:08:00.000-07:00

The evolution of how we listen to music goes something like this: from the primordial ooze of the phonograph, we came to 8-tracks, cassette tapes, vinyl records then CD’s and finally, MP3’s. Lately, however, we’ve been hesitating on the last step, jumped back over those scratch-prone CD's and landed squarely on the sexy black of vinyl -- and record sales are up big.

There are many reasons for this surge in vinyl ranging from the inane (it is in vogue) to the genuine (there is a distinct sound quality that comes with vinyl that many people prefer) but for me, the thing that has really set it off is with new technologies companies have taken the risk out of vinyl.

It isn't a question of listening at home or on your ipod anymore, we can have it all.

Take for example one of my most favorite recent purchases, the new record by the band She and Him. This record, titled "Volume Two," comes in a beautiful, art-laden sleeve with vinyl inside, but more importantly, with a code. With this code you can click over to Merge and also download the MP3 version for free. This seems like a simple concept but for years this kind of thing was not offered and you had unappealing choices on your hands (pay for the vinyl and the MP3, just buy one or the other and be tethered to your choice or pay for the vinyl and illegally download the electronic version).

Hardware has also changed to take away the choice between vinyl and electronic. Most companies have begun to produce turntables that can transfer any record onto your computer through a USB cable. This has not only taken the risk out of buying new records that may not have that magical electronic code in the sleeve, it has bumped the value of those three-for-five used vinyl deals you see at thrift stores and in in sidewalk milk crates. You can buy that sweet, old Smoky Robinson record you found at the church sidewalk sale and listen to it on your way to work.

And this, my friends, is how vinyl is still relevant.

Rabbit, Run by John Updike

2010-03-07T15:37:00.000-08:00

I just finished reading Run, Rabbit by John Updike. It instantly elbowed its way into my top ten books read of all time. One of the most interesting issues raised in it is appropriate reactions to feeling trapped.

Without giving too much away for those of you who have yet to read it (and believe me, you really should) the biggest issue in Rabbit's life is a sinking feeling of being hemmed in. He has a young wife and a young son with a another child on the way. His life, he feels, is one of work, TV, sleep and routine.

One day, while coming home from work, he plays basketball with a group of neighborhood boys. Rabbit, having once been a standout basketball player in high school, runs the boys ragged. He finds himself to still be great. To still have something come to him easy and natural.

Later when he runs (I assume this is not giving away too much given the title is Run, Rabbit) he longs to reclaim that young, free spirit he once had and tasted ever so briefly in his basketball game.

For him everything is a sign. From the old man who sells him a map to how easily his car starts. In his head he noses constantly towards a rightness he has trouble defining. And since he has this trouble defining it, the process of arriving to it changes as easily as the circumstances. First his salvation lies in the far off waves of warm beaches, then it is in the arms of another woman, then it is back in the arms of his wife (OK, there is basically the whole story, sorry). It is always something different for him. And he never realizes that for him it isn't anything, it is everything. It is the actual act of running, of moving, of never putting roots far enough to handle a windy day.

Throughout he thinks excuses in his head. How if his wife had just done this, he would have stayed, how if the roads had been kinder he would have made it to the beach, how if his new woman had answered him in the night he would have stayed with her till he grew old. It is never an issue of him and always an issue of others.

It's a shockingly honest and surprisingly still fresh look (despite the fact that he describes shooting the basketball underhand) at what it means to really shed the skin of adolescence and take on the heavier hide of responsibility. I think it is especially poignant for the people of my generation who are used to instant Twitter feeds and iPhone updates. If something is wrong today, we think of sweeping, grand changes to make it better for tomorrow.

I see this in myself.

And yet...

To read of Rabbit struggling, failing, succeeding and failing again is to look upon myself and my generation from a wider angle and wonder.

It also has one of the most gripping scenes I've ever read in my entire life involving a baby, whiskey and a bathtub. I cried from the written word for the first time in a very long time.

To update my top ten list (rough draft):

1. East of Eden

2. Cannery Row

3. The History of Love

4. Run, Rabbit

5. The Brothers K

6. Let the Great World Spin

7. The House on Mango Street

8. Everything is Illuminated

9. Sweet Thursday

10. The Road

Hey DJ, Put That Record On

2010-03-03T19:00:00.000-08:00

Yo, I got a record player for Christmas.

There were troubles, sure.

Me, being strictly an MP3 computer speaker type of listener, didn't know that to get a record player wasn't enough. I needed record player + speakers + a stereo receiver + records (had some, needed more). So there went January and February, fallow without the fat tones of vinyl.

But...

I persisted. I got speakers first. Then a receiver. Then I put it all together and on Monday afternoon, I placed my Horse Feathers album (bought on a whim about 10 months ago and signed by two of the three band members through the persistence of Dan) on the turn table.

I sat on my couch. I listened to a pop, and a soft curtain of fuzz. And then. The first track filled my small apartment. I leaned my head back and listened.

And listened.

And listened some more.

Until it was over and the record stopped spinning and the arm calmly went back to its cradle. And I thought to myself, what had I just done for the last 20 minutes? I'd listened to music.

In our lives today music is what we get from the mouths of tiny, white earbuds on our way to work, going for a run or cleaning up the kitchen. It is what we do while driving the car, it's what we hear in movies and bars, it's what we listen to while holding on a phone call.

It's never just by itself.

But there it was for me. Just music. In the arrangement the band intended. And I was a captive listener.

It was completely different. Wonderful even.

My friend Ben used to spend hours in his room listening to music on his oversized headphones. He said, "we never just listen anymore."

I thought him crazy.

Not anymore.

I need to find a vinyl shop.

New York Chapter Eighteen

2010-02-18T15:57:00.000-08:00

New York Chapter Eighteen from Tim Lane on Vimeo.

New York: Chapter Seventeen

2010-02-17T07:19:00.000-08:00

New York Chapter Seventeen from Tim Lane on Vimeo.

SNOW

2010-02-09T17:00:00.000-08:00

The rumors were there by 7:30.

Snow. Did you hear? Snow.

Soon they spilt from the main office, ran in leaping bounds along the second-floor hallway, making stops in each and every classroom along the way.

Snow. Could it be? Snow.

Keyboards clacked away as everyone tried to concentrate on work but kept being pulled away time and again to refresh weather.com and see if a new update had come from the Internet gods. Then. Amazing. The DOE site posted an affirmative. There would be no school for public schools tomorrow.

Snow. Lots and lots of it. Snow.

But, we weren’t home free yet. Biting fingernails, more checking. This time for emails from our director. How could they? They wouldn’t really. Are we going to have school when the rest of the city is joyfully making snowballs and going out for sledding.

Snow. Seen only from the windows of another regular workday? Snow.

And now… We wait… Click-click… Tap-tap…

Manuary

2010-01-28T16:35:00.000-08:00

Hey, I wasn't looking to get into this. It just sort of fell in my lap. I came back from Christmas Break and I hadn't shaved in a couple of days. There was a little stubble peppering my jaw, but nothing too spicy. Then in came my boss.

"Tim," he said, his face lighting up in utter joy, "I didn't think you had it in you."

"In me what?" I said.

"In you to do Manuary."

Manuary, you see, is an event held for back office employees during the month of January. The way to win said event is a little unclear. I'm not sure if it relies on length, thickness or the overall gnarl factor. But, because he was so excited, I had to commit.

So now, as it is the 28th, I have gone almost a whole month without shaving. It's gross. My mustache is a magnet for food, my beard constantly itches and when I'm wearing my wool cap, I resemble a homeless man.

If I don't win this, I'll be very disappointed.

Life Just Got Better...

2010-01-18T09:50:00.000-08:00

Life just got better by about 5,000,000,000,000,000 percent.

And here's why:

1. They just opened a super chill coffee shop.

a. It serves my hometown favorite, Stumptown

b. It is in the bottom floor of my gym!

I am shivering with anticipation. Amazing.

With all of this in place, it's going to be harder then ever to leave this place.... I heart NY.

There is a Mish-Mash in My Brain

2010-01-15T18:01:00.000-08:00

Being home sick all day I've been watching a lot of Hulu.com.

There's one ad that keeps coming up again and again. It has Ms. Piggy, Kermet and the whole gang volunteering for a free ticket to Disney Land and then subsequent scenes of them in the Magic Kingdom, spinning on tea-cups and having a wonderful time.

Isn't it weird that Jim Henson is mixing with Walt?

This is like the Red Sox haning up a Yankee's logo in Fenway. Like a dolphin dating a shark. Like putting diesel in your engine.

Blasphemy.