Sunday, 11 January, 2004

Mark Stories. I wasn't completely satisfied with the way the last of the Mark stories turned out. I had even hung on to it a day after I put it in the web log queue before I put it up on the server trying to smack the spelling errors out of it Trying to remember all the details and signifiers which had made that incident stay with me. I don't think it all came together right then. But I will gather all three of the Mark stories together sometime soon and put them up on one page under the "Stories" button At that time (maybe next weekend) I will edit it, sand it round-over router it, stain or rub it with linseed oil, until it says what it needs to say. This week-end was unproductive. consisting mostly of napping, reading, and scribbling some notes towards future posts. During the week I commute back and forth to work on a bike, its about three miles, which is nearly effortless most times of the year. This is not true when the temperature fall below 30 degrees through to the teens (like last week). At such times my destination gains the appearance of being situated beyond an ice bound thin atmosphered mountain pass at either end. A week of that and my thinking leaves written language and reverts back to the protohominid symbol thought known today only by the three-toed moss-backed sloth. 11:38:06 PM    comment [];trackback [];

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