BAM! No airplane can tackle me. I know this has been dominating my thought lately. Foggy vision. Clouded. Storming. Yes, the plane fought me well. However, I am stronger than most (except Schwarzenegger). All of this rests on the successful implementation of one piece. One last piece of structure/circulation/programme. If this thing can pop in the way I think it can, bingo. Mr. Denari seemed relatively content with the progress. As far as I care to analyze it, that makes two votes. That is one more than I need to proceed. Big day at Perloff. Greg Lynn lecture at lunch. Free pizza. Nader Tehrani in the evening. I fell asleep for the first fifteen minutes of the latter. I am sorry, but, what the hell. Cut me some slack. It has been a while. Plastics. That is what awoke me. Which brings me to flower. Back to the flower. No need for rest.
2006OCTOBER30
Music| The Magnetic Fields, 69 Love Songs
Shirt| Same White T-shirt