Potentially self-contradictory title, I know. But fitting nonetheless, in that the intent is an exploration of grand concourses through micro-contextual vignettes: both forest and trees, and balance within. I guess.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Apple's default keyboard sports 55 screws and a surprisingly low tolerance to even small amounts of regurgitated formula (which, coming back up out of a 6 month old, would only contain traces of mild acid).
I don't know what to put in place here. I have a long personal history that probably isn't of interest to anyone other than myself; those close enough to have an interest probably already know.
Those who want to know, can ask.