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.

14 July 2004

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Riding the train during the morning commute, a fresh jolt of caffeine running through my veins, I am truly dumbfounded that New York is not the target of constant terrorist attacks. Sure the conductor warns us to be aware of suspicious or unattended packages, but in the six months that I've been here I've never even heard of anyone attempting anything. And I'm not even specifically talking about Islamic extremists. Just anyone even slightly disenfranchised or unstable. It's amazing to me that there aren't bombs going off on the subway every day, that life here is any safer than it is somewhere like Tel Aviv.

Maybe on a personal level people are genuinely more ethical than it seems like the human race is on the whole.


More work on the model of Rockefeller Plaza. It looks like I've been appointed as the official production assistant to see this project all the way through. Which bodes well for the future of having regular work at PDG.