Blech, I’m sick. People were coughing and hacking all last week up in the studio, so I should have seen that shit coming. Smoking 10 metric tons of cigarettes did not help, but what was I supposed to do? There was no better way to commune with my studiomates new and old. So I don’t regret it. I am cramming claratin and vitamins and yerba mate and lots of other healthy shit down my throat, to compensate, and it’s sort of working.

Taught my first “computer class” today. Not only do I get to be the studio-wide tech support monkey, but I also get to teach undergrads how to use adobe CS and whatnot. I got the “advanced” section, too, which actually means about 33% of them are actuallly “advanced”, 33% sort of know some shit, and the remaining portion are, erm, “not advanced”. or thereabouts. We shall see how that goes… 10am monday mornings, fuck yeah.

It sucked, too, cuz I was having all sorts of fantastic dreams, like where I crashed my helicopter in the Venetian canal and then had to break into an airport and sell my highly advanced techno-umbrella for a secret boarding pass, shit like that. Maybe that was just the benadryl fucking with me but hey.

Anyway. As promised, more shit from the past:

Big poster map remix of Italo Calvino’s A Sign In Space.

BABYMAN 2000.

My bookshelf as of last January.

… OK yeah. Now to make a “mind map” for tomorrow, FUN!! Indeeeeeed.

-fish