magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

16 April 2000

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slept until noon. it was nice.

leisurely lunch. conversation about photocopy art. got to the studio about [two?].

things were kinda downhill from there. somehow it fell to me to organize the work on the site model. not that i really mind the responsibility, but on top of my own work it was a pain.

molly was headed out to the site. asked if i wanted to come along. leaving the building was good. and it was nice out: overcast, drizzly. a little less humidity and a little more wind and it would have been perfect.

was s'posed to meet alex.h at 530 to use his cd burner and maybe get some dinner. upon returning to the studio it was once again my task to make sure work on the site model was going okay and i didn't make it back to campus until seven, at which point we had a house meeting.

census forms. i was looking forward to writing "elfin" in the other race box. briefly stopped by my room to do laundry, and dad called. it is amazing that people ever catch me in. the last couple of calls that i've been here for were just before eight, so maybe that's the time to call.

back to the studio. there's this idea starting to form in the back of my head. something to do with not-quite-parallel lines. layering, mass linearity. something. i haven't quite gotten ahold of it yet.