By the time I realize where I am, I’ve gone too far to turn back. Most of my process for calling something new into existence involves looking the other way so as not to observe myself in action. I don’t want to give myself performance anxiety, or violate any ancient embedded rules of conduct, so [...]

Thus the red line in each of these crappy cellphone pictures. Just kidding. I have no idea about the red line. Except maybe that I’m about to cross it? One of the many, many cats kept by the cat lady on our street: Saturday afternoon inside Cafe Pergolesi: My cousin Anthony, in Santa Cruz for a visit: Beautifully spilled [...]

Patrick gave me his old phone. I always wanted to take crappy cameraphone pictures. Nothing can stop me now. Lights on the fence in my front yard: Ocean Street on a bleak morning: The office, same bleak morning: My desk, and a glimpse of freedom through the window: Very definitely not yet awake: A rhinoceros on the moon: Red swivel stool at [...]