Girl with Ice Cream Cone, 1963

I figure it might be right to write again; not right as in right, but write as in neccessary. 10 more days; countdown to the biggest day of my life, one of those big "life milestones" people talk about.

WayneThiebaud

August one, back again, blogging just to blog again. Perhaps its been too long, awhile, not long enough, don't write just anything, don't you have something to say, where are your brains? Why would I start a blog? I've got nothing to say. (As a recent commenter said, "Don't talk about it be about it.") I'm 'being about it.'
The format or style of written broadcast has changed to reflect extreme verbosity and overusage, redundancy and fecundity. i want to go totally unhinged again. i want to write howvvver i wnt tooo. i will do things differently. maybe only when i when i when i when i when waunt to. maybe you will only see the madness for the next ten days to come. then i will leave the country for awhile and hope to come back. a big break from all the is known and routine for me. full meals, beer in the morning, skies all day and open ended silk afternoons with no big decisions or heavy burdens.

oh yeah, and TwoNine was a blast this year, although i do think it's getting a little big for its own means and purpose. Maricel documented it well...
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argh.