I knew it wouldn't take long before I missed the slippers I thrifted when there was no more room to pack them

or to put it more succinctly: in the market for new slippers.

There's not much to say about my week on the www other than it's ridiculous that I didn't remember to pull out my dad's vinyl of The Kinks' Lola vs. Powerman and the Moneygoround. There's not much better than putting that in the record player and turning it up as loud as I please.

And while I keep pondering over seven year old boys who are a strange mixture of sensitivity and absolute terrorists; and chubby two year old boys who cuddle into your lap and pretend to be growling polar bears–I am incredibly happy to be alone in my bedroom thinking about the evils of the socialism of time.

While ordinarily I am sympathetic (though not exclusively) to socialist ideologies, Time seems to be enjoying a good joke by doling out its hours equally to all creation. Children noticeably reach the end of the line by five in the p.m. and adults are constantly banging their heads against the wall trying to get everything done in a day. The obvious solution is to liberate the earth from the bondage of the Law of the Ubiquitous Twentyfour Hour Clock and to measure out allotments of time more justly.

But perhaps Willy-Nilly Time thinks it has something to teach us. Hmph.

Here's something I made this week with a few hours I could wrinkle out of Time:


the mustachio from Marge Bjork on Vimeo.






And Dr. Seuss is still the most enjoyable author to read out loud.