On the Way Home
"When the dream came, I held my breath with my eyes closed."

I don't really know what I've been doing with myself, but I guess it involves biking and hanging out with people I generally enjoy. A few parties, a trip to LA, a lot of pictures taken that are not digital and I don't have a scanner. Lots of board games, cards, keeping score of life, random visits, overdrawing my bank account buying vinyl, missing and wanting a little bit of things I don't have but that's just the usual ain't it?

If you like music and criticism thereof, read some Robert Christgau reviews. It's interesting to read the work of a brilliant person who isn't afraid of acting like it.

Today I was going to photograph Britta hop the tourist train from our houses to the beach, but it didn't come. This is not a metaphor for anything.