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Somehow, today was a far worse day than the awful day that was yesterday.
I suppose it was mostly sunny. I pretty much never look outside, much less go outside. Our high was - oh, look, we have a heat advisory. I had no idea. Our high was 92˚F, with a heat index of 102˚F. It's going to stay very hot for a few days.
I will miss it, when I am back in New England, when I am settling in to pass what little remains of my life in the ice and snow and grey skies and chilly summers. I have never hated what I am more than I do at this moment.
It does not matter it this stuff makes sense to no one but me.
Something I said today on Facebook: I wish I could say this is the stupidest headline I will see today: "Climate protesters glue themselves to 200-year-old masterpiece." Because, you know, that's gonna help.
I was up at 6 a.m. and, over the course of the day, did a good bit of work on MP 1.2 (which is really back to being MP 2, but who cares). I'm going into McWane on Thursday to finish some stuff for my character coding on the Yale specimen and to look at its neurocranium again.
I did do a tiny bit of writing work. I talked with Bill Schafer about an artist for the Living a Boy's Adventure Story chapbook. And I sent a bio to the gallery doing the Nan Goldin show (and using the text I wrote).
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:31 p.m.
I suppose it was mostly sunny. I pretty much never look outside, much less go outside. Our high was - oh, look, we have a heat advisory. I had no idea. Our high was 92˚F, with a heat index of 102˚F. It's going to stay very hot for a few days.
I will miss it, when I am back in New England, when I am settling in to pass what little remains of my life in the ice and snow and grey skies and chilly summers. I have never hated what I am more than I do at this moment.
It does not matter it this stuff makes sense to no one but me.
Something I said today on Facebook: I wish I could say this is the stupidest headline I will see today: "Climate protesters glue themselves to 200-year-old masterpiece." Because, you know, that's gonna help.
I was up at 6 a.m. and, over the course of the day, did a good bit of work on MP 1.2 (which is really back to being MP 2, but who cares). I'm going into McWane on Thursday to finish some stuff for my character coding on the Yale specimen and to look at its neurocranium again.
I did do a tiny bit of writing work. I talked with Bill Schafer about an artist for the Living a Boy's Adventure Story chapbook. And I sent a bio to the gallery doing the Nan Goldin show (and using the text I wrote).
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Thank you.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:31 p.m.