My message is largely directed toward the supermodels on this poster, which is immediately next door to the cupcake shop on North Fillmore. (In other news, tonight I bought the last cupcakes. Models, I’m sorry.)
The slowest-walking men on the street, and I learned from them.
If you photograph a steamroller not working, you also aren’t working.
I looked as I walked through the park. You keep an eye out too.
The best part of not being a groundhog — shadow means spring.
Great sleep last night, hours today again picking up On Writing, plans tonight (inspired by a story about old movie tech) to watch Wall Street. The movie is no spring movie, but you tell that to this glass of wine.
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