Work sent me to San Diego. I did a lot of puking, hating my skin and presenting research skills half outside my body. My last day there I finally felt limber and walked around the city, eating acai bowls and telling the map lady in my fancy phone, “Library.”
WALK PAST AVIAN SURVEILLANCE.
WIDEN EYES AT POST OFFICE.
ROUND THE CORNER TO GREATNESS.
BYPASS LIFT.
SLIDE LEFT TO STAIRWELL.
SWOON RIGHT.
FLOAT FORWARD.
SWOON LEFT.
LEARN.
THRILL.
FAINT.
I captured a Craigslist coffee table. I love it to bits but it dominates my living room, dances all the time, basically won’t shut up. Yes, those are drawers, and end leaves, too, though at least it has decency not to spread those wings of midcentury insanity, least not when I’m around.
Couch arrives next Friday — a handsome, cheerful but quiet piece that should be able to contain coffee table, at least settle it down.
The posts over the next few days will be a Vancouver backlog photodump. Flickr always felt not right and the longer I leave these shots for words to catch up, the lesser the likely they’ll see the light of pixelglow a’tall. You may have noticed more pictures at deepsicks in general—leastwise ones exposed upfront, not hidden in narrative linky-link work for its. Just trying something new. Honestly I’d like to redesign this whole site but time and sanity will not allow. Onto the images!
