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so its snowing like crazy and i'm wrapped up in this little bliss bubble, listening to my most recent tunes before my keyboard gave up the ghost. i feel all warm and staticky. finished reading 2 great books yesterday- neil gaiman's fragile things which i only had 3 or 4 stories left to read, and david lynch's catching the big fish, which i sat down and read in one setting. the latter gave me about as much insight into the creative process as i could ever hope to expect from one source. even though his take on the unified field nullifies even the idea that lynch's ideas come from anywhere other than anything/everything else. a billion tiny universes in that book. it was perfect.