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.

March is the month.

1 March 2005

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March is going to be the month where I try to get back on top of things. The month where I get back to writing every day. Back to playing guitar, making art, catching up on old correspondences. March is going to be the month where I finally, after two and a half months, make my new apartment a home, not just somewhere that I sleep and watch TV on my computer. Where I get or find or make more furniture than just a futon mattress on the floor that has served as bed, couch, chair, desk, table, living room, dining room, and everything else. Where I paint the walls and put up art. Where I start really using my kitchen and stock my fridge with more than condiments and invite people over for dinner and have plates and utensils and glasses to serve them with. The month where I get up the nerve to march into Lori's office at work and ask to be paid something more closely approaching what I'm worth. Where, with that extra money, I start making a dent in the principal balance of my debts, my credit cards, my student loans. March is going to be the month where, weather cooperating, I start exploring my neighbourhood. Walks in the park. Photos and sketchbooks and maybe the long awaited start of Kilodot NYC.

March is the month in which spring starts. The equinox had been my nebulous deadline for having a housewarming party. For having made artworks to trade with my family, with Chris, with anyone else who I've promised work to over the years. The equinox is sneaking up on us.

This week is my kitchen. Next week is my bedroom. Then my studio.

I'm thinking that maybe the equinox party will be on April Fool's Day. About two weeks late, but a Friday, and a fine party day in its own right. And that means that the month of March is it. Friday, April 1st is a new deal. Mark your calendars. Hold me to it.

I stopped by Home Depot tonight. Bought a garbage can and recycling bin. Broom and dustpan. Extension cords. Picked up a about a million paint swatches. Not the most profound start. But it's a start.