I can't read hypertext. I should just admit it. I end up on some add-addled journey across the internet when all I meant was to, say, read
an interview with Sarah Manguso (from Here Comes Everybody). She mentions she likes
Vice magazine. I end up on their site. I poke around. And now I'm going to have this image burned into my mind for the rest of eternity.
My Safari history is a portrait of best plans laid to waste.
At least
Aaron thinks I'm sexy and on my birthday (12 Aug) no less!
Eduardo has a new blog, too, and for the three of you who read mine, and notice that I never post, you will find a happy place there, Asleep Inside an Old Guitar, where the posting has been going like mad. The best toy is a new toy, says my friend Edwin.
I wore flip-flops only in the summertime. Now I wear em year-round.
Now back to
Sources of the Self.