Goo-ey



I really don't have anything to write about. This weekend was wild. I stole my sister's boyfriend. It was all a whirlwind, heat and flash. Within a week we killed my parents and hit the road.

Back and ready for action.


We spent most of our time in Manhattan.


And riding on the subway.


I only saw a couple of rats though.


I got some cute diesel shoes that are not at all like this.


We went to the biggest Macy's in the world.


Ate many slices of pizza.


Spotted Chloe Sevigny on 5th ave.


Went to the tops of buildings.


Got engaged on a pretty cast iron bridge in Central Park.


Saw beautiful art by Egon Schiele.


Did some shopping.


And more shopping.


Marvelled at lots of architecture.

And we did many other things that I didn't even mention. Then we came home and let Sacramento have us again.

Piles upon piles of paper.



I am too busy
for
you.

Building robots for fun and profit.



Or, thought in three parts.

Next week we'll be in New York, having fun without all of you lames. When I return, I'll be sharing my cube with a stranger. Oh gods of office politics, please don't let it drive me crazy.

This week I'm at peace with Sacramento. The trees and weather have been accomidating, making shade and flittery noises with wayward breezes from the delta.

Eating olives in the kitchen last night while drunk, I decided to dance a little shuffle-dance because they tasted so pleasant. The neighbors accross the street must have been thrilled.