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.

28 October 2001

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i was doing so well with my cd addiction. but with those new cds yesterday i fell off the wagon. this morning i ordered some compilations online from mole listening pearls, a german label that pieter at remix suggested. and i started reading the issues of incursion music reviews that i missed since leaving for rome and thinking about all the other new experimental music that's out there to buy.

all this of course was done an hour earlier than it needed to be. i knew that the end of daylight savings time was coming up, and had heard that we were in fact on daylight savings time here in italy, but hadn't really given much thought to the particulars.

and the rest of the day was more or less spent using the fact of not having any fancy paper as an excuse not to do any substantial work. i did work in my sketchbook some. and touch up some of the pieces that i had already done. and read and think. so it's not like the day was a complete waste or anything. but i'm slipping behind again in my necessary two pieces a day pace. and what was this about two thousand words?