well, i keep fucking up. skating home from matt & beth's, wheels slipped
on slick street, camera in pocket hit the pavement, batteries popped out,
pix erased, so let me continue the theme of alternative modes of recording,
in this case a pocket notebook sketch after multiple glasses of wine. it
got a laugh then, but what do you think now?
the picture i had planned for this page was of my uncasted hand holding a
wine goblet against a sunset sky. i was going to say how thankful i am for
this body which i tend to take for granted, text like a tattoo along my arm.
ok, enough of that shit.
gee, doing this everyday is kind of a pain. what the hell was i thinking?
especially when this thought keeps going through my head: whoever finds a
way to decrease the amount of information in the world is going to make a
fortune. oh, what the hell do i know, anyway.