geesh, a lot has breathed through my daily ocean of existence since the 5th… it’s funny how to anyone reading this that doesn’t have any other sort of interaction with me, might be tempted to believe that nothing happens between these moments, which i attempt to be so candid about, or better yet they are invited to draw black and white single line sketches connecting the dots. this is me believing that my temporally random interjections are somehow akin to a the colourful painting of the dot. however the end of schooled life as i know it is quickly approaching. i am currently taking a (preemptive) break from working on my last large paper, which i’m thinking will be worthy enough when finished to post here. today marks a special day for me, for today is the day i have gone to and returned from burlington to pick up the newest addition to my arsenal of musical weaponry. the seagull s12+ will earn a name soon enough, although right now my fingers are too tender to be typing, let alone let alone trying to name it. some subjects to possibly come back to at a later point whence i feel more academically productive:
touch on above events (Ryan’s reading)
interesting encounter(s) with jeffrey grabelski
women of late
goodnight stranger… maybe sometime you’ll be inspired to tell me what your sketched-lines-between-the-dots look like. i’m curious.