this is all i know
so why do i choose now for my first non-link update in a few weeks? oh, i guess because i must have something due tomorrow. hopefully this'll be quick, so the raison d'etre of this post will be scatterbrained disunity:
huevos rancheros and coffee: what veitron and i both ordered at sneaky dee's for breakfast this morning. holy shit, i like! not just a mid-nineties surf-craze era band. no no. (sez james rocchi: 'tonight at the embathy -- huevothe rancherothe with opening act coffeeee')
then i had veitron for dessert. ay-oh!
i smelled sheppard subway station today, which made me have some redintegrative memories about working for the a&r at the tcdsb (figure out those acronyms, i dare ya). it smelled like subway sweat, cinnibon, and cigarette waft from outdoors. how...odorous. like my job this summer.
i've recovered the records i left in chris' car about two months ago. before i could start any work at york today i had to inspect each record, read the liner notes, and carefully take off the price tags. do i have some rare form of autism?
the space of flows. the space of place. architecture at the end of history. the managerial elites. three layers to the space of flows. Belleville, Paris. Tokyo World Fair, 1997.
that's all i know.
huevos rancheros and coffee: what veitron and i both ordered at sneaky dee's for breakfast this morning. holy shit, i like! not just a mid-nineties surf-craze era band. no no. (sez james rocchi: 'tonight at the embathy -- huevothe rancherothe with opening act coffeeee')
then i had veitron for dessert. ay-oh!
i smelled sheppard subway station today, which made me have some redintegrative memories about working for the a&r at the tcdsb (figure out those acronyms, i dare ya). it smelled like subway sweat, cinnibon, and cigarette waft from outdoors. how...odorous. like my job this summer.
i've recovered the records i left in chris' car about two months ago. before i could start any work at york today i had to inspect each record, read the liner notes, and carefully take off the price tags. do i have some rare form of autism?
the space of flows. the space of place. architecture at the end of history. the managerial elites. three layers to the space of flows. Belleville, Paris. Tokyo World Fair, 1997.
that's all i know.