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September 27

My head is floating above my body

Remember the show, Ally McBeal? Toward the end, there was an episode in which she was "walking on air" next to her love interest. That's me, but not over a love interest, and really it's only my head. Picture it. My head floating like a little balloon over my body.

It isn't just I feel disconnected and over-caffeinated, but I just placed my photographic order for my exhibition. The price will be something like three thousand dollars, and I get a little tight chested at the investment!

My first museum group show is opening this weekend (reception next) in San Bernardino. I am sad I won't get to see it.

September 26

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September 24

Really, I am going to make it

I miss my blog. It's so pretty. And nice. Green, and friendly. Right now, it is riddled with days and days of tombstones. That's depressing! I miss carefully plotting the content of these entries. Will I dance for a camera? Record time delayed videos of my hours of working? Will I make drawings based on crazy conversations I over hear? Those were the days, weren't they?

Now I am lucky to plan text. Plain. Boring. Text. And not even interesting narrative text. Just text. Ramblings of a mad man. Most of the text I plan is in my head as I am walking from point A to point B. It never makes it to the computer. (Forget all those times I have used the physical page... the days of the sketchbook diary are far behind me.)

I haven't even called family in a while. They are likely to think I am dead. Again.

At least there is this. My tiny rock thrown up at the tsunami of the fall.

September 23

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September 21

Futility and angst

I have been rendering video for hours. Apparently videos that look beautiful on the computer screen and on the Internet seek revenge by looking terrible on televisions. Damn you, old techology! Why must I lower my standards to make my work available to the masses!

September 20

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Mid-September

J: It's getting cold out. It's starting to feel like winter.

K: No. It's September. This is what they call "fall." It gets colder later.

They will harvest the corn in November to make all the candy bars and cola we can eat. I had no idea it was harvested so late.

September 15