Mmmmhi. It's me again.
(oh, like it would be anyone else.)
So I'm heading into my 11th hour of work, and I've decided I'm officially addicted to the Web, because I was trying to think of ways I could update while I was on the road. Uh, duh, Kris, it's a VACATION. Vacations are to get away from everything, including one's own Web site.
That hasn't stopped me from making a kick-ass splash graphic that'll be up while i'm gone. Muah. And, of course, i'll be keeping a travel journal as I generally do, so parts of that may make it up here eventually. And, of course, pictures from the dark heart of the country are always a necessity.
I might even take a picture of everyone who sees me while I'm there. wouldn't that be something?
There's not much more I have to say right now. Work is crazy and I'm getting a ride home in ten minutes.
ohyeah. new poem:
all the airbourne spiders
I was hanging bridgewise
from the spans, over water
grey with sky, the rocking
of my cradle-flesh bloody
and rotten. I was dreaming
of spidersilk thick in the
air. I was remembering
that there were not enough
rocks for all the throwing.
as the bridge falls into
dust, I fulfill my only
oracle, cradle and all.
--ksf, 6/4/98