Series of surreal moments have been drifting about like bad Karma around the Bush Family dinner table - or snow molecules whirling through the Middling City.
Just did Pilates for some healthy procrastination against making miniature people out of fresh flower petals for a fab art project (this right now seems fabbish but I began thinking as I was rushing out to Mr. FedEx's joint to get the stellar DVD off to JR and it had to kerplunk to the bottom of the cold metal box as I'd missed them by 20 minutes and the plane was sitting there but oh velcro JR will see them - exported into QT - day after now, how, as a child I thought it'd be feasible to make a kite out of one sheet of rectangular paper, some string and a piece of tape and the mentally challenged older kid down the street shouted at me That's NOT a kite. But I gave it the burgeoning rock star try.) and then noted I had missed a call from Beth. So it's well into tomorrow. Doesn't everyone sip vintage coffee, working past the midnight dip of energy to blaze new trails of art and concentration. Got her voicemail... Hi, I'm doing a survey to see how many grad students I know are still awake.
Driving mid-day to Rochester, Silver Halide City, to do an interview for the shiny-happy mag and, time permitting, rush into Light Impressions and photo points beyond.
Photo Lovo.