Post(cards)

Yup. I found this when I was rifling through some boxes. It's a one of many little drawings I did when I worked in retail. Funny how most of them either make no sense to me anymore or render me completely insane.

Mark's show at Redhead opens tomorrow, caw, caw!



And...Sarah is off to San Francisco for a conference. Sarah, be sure to wear flowers in your hair. You're going to meet some gentle people there. That song and others propelled me to temporary fifth grade stardom, as I lead a few music classes into crazy spontaneous dance parties. The girl had guts.

When I think of SanFran, I dream about shoving large quantities of dim sum down my throat. I imagine myself playing checkers with old men in a Chinatown park. Then I recall a photo of my sister -the little squirt- looking princessy with my parents. They were having a continental breakfast by some wharf and she had orange juice (freshly squeezed?).