It has been one of those weekends: rain most of the time, and when not raining, windy, chilly and overcast. Something about these weekends makes me slip into a comfortable melancholy. I got out the deck of funk flashcards and drilled myself: What am I doing? What have I done? Even worse, what haven’t I …
…we kindly go to it. The daughter and I are headed to L.A. today to visit the Museum of Death. It used to live in San Diego, but has since moved about a bit, and has found (hopefully) a final resting place. I wanted to close a few tabs before we leave. From Wikipedia: However, there …
I have started more notebooks than I can remember. I still find them mixed in with the books, ten or so pages filled and the rest blank, doomed to a life — my lifetime — of serving as transoms thru which, if you stand on a chair, an animated gif’s worth of my life can …
