the worms in my novel are about to meet the ants on a mobius…

the worms in my novel are about to meet the ants on a mobius…


formal exercise
really liked the Jo Ann Callis show at the Getty,

really liked the garden (as usual),

and really liked star-sighting Thomas Adès going for thirdsies and fourthsies at the free marcona almonds, baby carrots and humboldt fog cheese… though i have to admit if i worked up there the constant view of the 405 would stress me out: “oh no! i’m going to hit traffic when i go home!”
when you really want to get someplace fast…

the chinese comet language. this says: “we discovered astronomy.”


faster than ethernet.

pretty self-explanatory.

nothing more amazing than Forsythe.

addiction needs a community…
courtesy of allan wexler studio.