Let's talk about something, anything. It is 3am, Jason and Sol are coming up from Long Beach, were suppose to be here by now but won't get in till 5am, so I have to stay up. What a strange time to visit, but there is work and school and time has to be managed in between. I spend six hours in the dark room today, not getting what I set out to do, but instead playing around, trying to imagine Francis Bacon painting portraits with light and negatives over light sensitive paper. Some of it came out well, real creepy. I'll post once they are dry and scanned.
I am running out of groceries, so pulling together what I have I made something I am calling limed almond milk curry fried rice with flax seeds. It's okay.
The Love Parade is this weekend right outside my apartment. I might try to film it with super 8. At least take some photos. I think I am sick of writing right now. Good night.
