Margaret pushed off yesterday afternoon on a train bound for Santa Cruz, leaving me without house-guests for the first time in three weeks. It has been a wonderful three weeks, mind you, but I must say, there is something to be said for occasionally basking in the silence of a solitary Saturday afternoon. My internal [...]
Monday. 4:50pm. 3 Friends Coffeehouse. The room has gone from average to empty in no more than four or five minutes. All that’s left is the BPB (Black Plastic Barista. So-named due to the thick black frames on his glasses) and a ginger-haired twentysomething woman who needs to get to Boston by Thursday. BPB suggested [...]
Andrea just left and Margaret is about to arrive, so it won’t be a while until I post something new here. However, if you’re having difficulty filling the hours until that next post, you could: 1. count sheep. 2. Check out James Jean’s recent foray in to chalk drawings, or 3. Be faintly creeped out [...]
Work-wise, I achieved astonishingly little this weekend. Some portion of my brain was aggressively useless; hellbent on taking afternoon naps and staring in to space. The only marginally worthwhile thing to emerge from the last 48 hours is the little movie below; cobbled together over the space of 45 minutes on Sunday night. It’s very [...]
I put up new photos, but the three shots of yours truly were quickly zapped when it was discovered that due to the position of this coffee shop’s only free table, I would not be able to work on them without my screen facing The Public. For some reason, tweaking photos of one’s self in [...]