Hmm. …. What?
I’ve spent this weekend in randomness doing guerilla theater-ish stuff with the Neofuturists and teaching improv to squirmy squealy third- and fourth-graders, wondering about my future career possibilities. I think I want to print things. I want to be a printer of things. Ink and paper and fast printing presses that could snap off your arm if you got it caught. Is that possible? Also been spending good good time with Jeff, getting my head on straight, etc. School is winding down in super-slow motion. Every day is like a new torture game. Joy to the world.