I am lost.

Adrift, suspended in a primordial soup of stylistic globules. Forced by my own ambition to strain away what disappoints and unwaveringly accept what remains. Running dangerously low on coffee.

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Now playing: Mogwai - Kids Will Be Skeletons

Parisian Coffee

I was about to ask for the check when suddenly my coffee exploded!!! Whoa!

Otherwise it was a pleasant meal.

Everything is pleasant in the fall. I even love the warm days, when they have that undertone of the coming coolness. I love doing laundry on Sundays in front of a non-stop barrage of football. Soon it will all be falling leaves and pumpkin pie and fires in the fireplace. Summer can suck it.

Yesterday

Yesterday was slow at work so I took a couple hours to do some book design research at Borders. It made me feel smug and superior to see all the horrible design mistakes. (To be fair, I was in the self-help business section.) It really also helped to get the yeasty artistic secretions going. Good stuff all the way around.


Around here we (I) call it bloodfire.

Desk on Thursday

How I wish it were dreary. Coffee and oatmeal work best with the doldrums.

Sorry for the lack of productivity this week. There was my birthday, and a seminar, and a boatload of laziness. More to come Monday for sure.

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Now playing: The White Stripes - Fell In Love With A Girl

I wish I knew how to quit you.

My lenten vow, somewhat explained.

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Now playing: The Velvet Underground - What Goes On

Beverage station.