OVER TO TUMBLR CLICK STILL TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THINGS AND MAKE IT SMOOTHE AND SPECIAL. I LOVE TAGGING THAT 'E' ON THE END OF 'SMOOTH.' I HATE DROPPING A 'U' IN 'COLOUR.'

i'm scared. and pixelated. going with it. this enlargement took one small 10 min meltdown
and then an hour of pulsing youtube techno deiscovery. this font is bad. the bottom's murky and terrible.
and im suffering through the still from the following video:

scorched earth policy in effect. apartment all by myself. Little touch points of kisses, $,
inspiration, sports, this, jokes and viscious hang-outs with my friends.

new playlist for me: "MF Doom I Like"

Dave's a constant killer....TONS OF SONS....
Thick-cut, crisp, true asthetic. Also goes along with my crush on tumblr. You can't keep up with the
internet's images. I only did a ten/twenty minute dig and had to stop. Break it down:

Kindergarten with Jeff yesterday. Top three cutest: Felix, Frances and Jefferson. I love thinking about how german the word
kinder-garten is. A ton of energy from those kids. But was super bored after an hour of their guff. Did encourage a 'poo-poo, pee-pee' joke on the way down the steps to recess..
then i got productively baked
snows of manhattan:



other enjoyments: Rauchenberg Gagosian show (more on that later) (he's the real killer)
let water from icicles hanging off a Gristede's awning drip on my hood for the echo effect of my waxed hood.
Flower district: serious discussions about the acquistion of a big palm tree.

space station; big, strong well-earned yards in the playoffs and downable 1972 Bonnie Raitt:

BONNIE RAITT

Cute, wet father-son walk to Armata's grocery on the less-grossing side of town. Its not so subtedly Ohio in Central Western Mass. And weirdly eastern block (butcher reaked of ammonia, empty shelves in the dry goods)
Drunk and red after pushing it in Downtown Springfield on two occasions:


todays missions:
real estate
new finer cottons
sweat/cleanse
coloring in some soon to be posted drawings
downloading more wounded minimalist warm techno

DJ Koze album and work space:


click: DJ KOZE

This's dad in Soviet Union early '85. Secret Bar Mitzvahs. Blinds drawn.
The gray bearded man was a particularly famous Jew dissident and had just returned from Siberia.
I came around ~9 months after this trip. Empty suburban home right now watching heavy winds crisp up
all the freshly fallen snow.

we've been hanging out every sunday night with football