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.

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13 June 2000

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so for the last few days (or work days anyway), i've had my stereo ready to turn on and play peter gabriel's passion when i wake up. i was thinking that it's much more pleasant to wake up to music than an alarm clock, and that is probably one of the best cds that i have for it. and so i still have my alarm clock set, but the plan is that once it goes off, i'll turn the music on and the alarm clock off.

and so i've even been waking up just before the alarm is set to go off. but, i don't turn the cd on. i just lie there, waiting for the alarm to go off. if you recall, this is that fancy zen alarm clock that is supposed to wake you up gradually over ten or fifteen minutes, and seemed like the greatest idea in the world, but even it jars me awake on the first chime. and then i drift back off as much as i can and it jars me awake again on the second chime. and then the third.

and there abouts i finally drag myself out of bed. or off the floor, in any case.


more of the same at work. continued with the gouache on museum board this evening. this time in a connected triptych format of three one inch squares.