Lefty Did It or Why I Love Costco
I think the title of this blaugh might indicate where I am at—fractured and a little happy.
I think the title of this blaugh might indicate where I am at—fractured and a little happy.
I only have a few minutes to sum up the day, but things are pressured and hectic and part of me loves it. I have pressing deadlines and big personal and professional decisions to make, and while I am breathing a little shallowly I am invigorated by the challenges of the upcoming week.
I don’t think I meet his criteria, but I like them…
I’m doing it; I’m putting on a show.
I’m so busy getting ready for the show that all I am going to do is post the announcement about the show here-come if you’re in town.
I am fragmented and swamped at the same time. Lots of different directions while trudging through a few murky places.
After my hasty post last night Laurie, Ron and I met up at the aging hipster event where things were blowing up in a real, not fake, SF artist live workspace.
I’m about to go out to a Kal Spelletick show and it’s 9:27 and I think I am going to blog tonight—not likely.
