Hard Times for a Prophet

Prophecy seems to be the ability to wander out into the desert and justify it afterwards. Don't get me wrong. There's a certain insensible romance to aimless ambulation that inspires deeper, less perishable thought. If you can put up with the vultures, then the desert may be the brute naive's paradise.

This title isn't.

Week 1: I did some math and I am a liar.

Turns out there are more days in 9 days than there are days in 7 days, therefore I am an outright fabricator, scoundrel, and general ne'er-do-well. Math is a pitiless master with a heart of quadratic loathing.

Commitment Issues

I take New Year's Resolutions really, really seriously. Enough so that they dictate much of my behavior for the rest of the year--I can't break them unless they are proven to be impracticable or incongrous with their intent. I have to be really, really careful about the ones I make, because I will tether myself to them like Ahab's whale. This is why it has taken me until eleven days _after_ the New Year to write the following:

I will update this blog once a week with a complete painting.

Godspeed, me. Other stuff coming down the pipeline: a new CSS website that will absorb and incorporate this material, and actual Archetype pages, thus far the Skunkape of my blog.

Edit: Also, I'll grammar and spell check these posts.

Liminal Messages

If you duct tape my mouth, squiggles come out of my ears.