rivulet
fonetik

the songs will write the words
The songs will write the words. A rivulet of unconventional aesthetics.


Live Painting!

Live Painting!

Tiny Railroads

Tiny Railroads

And if medicine is for profit, and war, and the news, and the penal system, my question is: what’s wrong with firemen? Why don’t they charge? They must be commies. Oh my God! That explains the red trucks!
Bill Maher, in an article entitled New Rule: Not Everything in America Has to Make a Profit.
We don’t want to make the best the enemy of the good.
Barack Obama, adapting Voltaire to explain his position on the recent climate change bill. I think it probably a good viewpoint to take on most any issue of progress.

Very tired. Little sleep since being woken at 1:40 AM by a nefarious male and female duo trying to gain entrance through the front door. Luckily I remembered to lock the door, but that didn’t make the minutes of watching the door knob twist while the door creaked any less nerve wracking. I think it may be time to move…

Once again, to the jerk who ripped off my car stereo: fixing the window you broke will cost $220; yes that is twice as much as the stereo cost when it was new. Brilliant. :(

Dear jerk who broke into my car: that CD player cost $100 in 2002; I’m sure it’s worth all of $20 now. Hope it was worth your while…

At Work

At Work