(Jun 10) This month has been difficult and frustrating, and for all that, so little has changed.
The proprietor of this establishment, glimpsed.
Rumors of Junior always looking unhappy disproved
The heterochromia of the illuminations
(Apr 2) Starting over again. New location. Same boxes since Brooklyn. The boxes and I are both worn out.
Perhaps people wouldn’t dump if the town ever picked up yard waste.
This didn’t turn out like I’d expected
The moon moves a lot too, I guess.
No Dorkbot for me this month. Larry invited me to tag along at an art exhibition.
On the way to the Armory, I passed this collection of dismembered cattle.
Apparently you could go inside, but there wasn’t time.
(click on this one to see it in action)
There were anatomically correct sleeping figures.