i think this is what i've been thinking about, aroundabouts, not as aroundabouts as the writing about the idea explained by the people writing about the idea, but aroundabouts the idea of what i'm playing. hugely funny that the title i decided upon for last semester's gallery exhibit was "no origin," which seems to be a part of these theories. the thought of no point of origin, no beginning and thus no narrative, but overlap--strange slides, dimensions, lack of patterns, time in different dresses. anyhow, this weekend has been a synergy of wine, supplement, Cartesian Duality, form/content, nebulousness. oh, and Frankenstein (can't really seem to wedge that one in neatly). i'm off now, but i think i'll be chewing on this for awhile and working to explain to myself.

the picture up above includes the pot of homemade chicken noodle soup i made in a fit of procrastination this weekend. mmmmmmmm.

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