So many boats in my dreams, this last while. Boats and boats and then again boats. I like boats, always have (particularly those powered by muscle not motor), maybe as the result of having for a father a man who in his youth was a sailor or maybe as the result of my Piscean nature.
I love Milton Glaser.
Butcher’s charts take it all apart.
Sewing patterns put it all together.
The sundering and the reconciling … they interest me, both. I maybe love taxidermy because it requires both; I should maybe love the jigsaw puzzle more than I do, for the same reason.
Gah. Some words are nasty. Nasty with nastyburgers and a side of nasty.
How to catch an octopus
by Patrick Widdess
Leo Tolstory rocks my world, man.
The backbone of the backbone.