The Reasons

Throw another blog on the pile, I'm aware this is ludicrous, but I've been writing more lately, life's changed, things are flowing around some rocks, hung up on others, so the other blogs/journals/bullshit doesn't seem right, so I'm starting fresh with this hunk of unmoldy cheese.

Thanks to Wiley Wiggins, who made everything okay again.

It's a cold-ass summer morning, and I think I'm finally realizing two things: I like having the NY Times (even though I don't have it right now), and Portland is just a cold town, doesn't matter what time of the year it is. It can drop into the 50's in the middle of summer, so keep your scarf close to your vest.

In personal news, I feel from the hammock, onto a poorly placed log and gummed up my shoulders and necks. And experiments show that sitting in front of a computer is not really the fastest way to get sore nex back to normal.

Here's the obligatory children photo:



Completely torn between film and digital. Film just feels right, but the hassle factor is high. So also is the art factor. Digital... easy peasey, but the look is never quite right, unless I can get a hold of a super fancy digi-camera. Torn torn torn, maybe I should just strike it rich and get both.

Keep an eye on this spot, I promise to update often with tales of broken shoulders and pictures of beautiful girls.