scraps

Who knew I wasn’t a bored fuckup? As it turns out I’m a “scanner.” This according to Barbara Sher . Who more or less had me the first time ...

The second rough draft of the thesis is now complete at 17,057 words excluding footnotes. Now it goes out to the various readers: The Sister...

Aaah.. those happy days in which my struggle was to create enough output for this thesis thingie. Now the beast rests at slightly over 17,00...

When, last spring, my friends (the three of them and some barfly acquaintances) heard that my mother would be flying me and my BAG to Medite...

I may be turning young again. Or red meat is the drug I’m dreaming of. Or both. I cleaned 1.5 gigs of some stupid pix (the clean ones) off m...

Aaaah.. a lovely evening… a cranky day at work with moronic tasks.. “find the chancellor a lapel pin from Institution A.” Really. I spent ab...

The next day we were crippled. We limped into Yosemite and did very little things. One thing we did was take a small diversion. On both high...

The next day we headed back into Yosemite. The sign for services/stores which had previously said “services open on Friday” now sported a pe...

The next morning we took a quick walk around Jamestown, and I photographed the BAG with every wooden statue I could find. Then it was a quic...

I was scheduled to get out of work at 4:30 and to my complete amazement did. The trip from Big City to the Delta went relatively easily and ...