Trees Grow Leaves

It has been seven years since my last post about—and nearly ten years since I began this blog? Since I started it I have a phone on which I can type—this was not a part of my old blogging life. I honestly wasn’t even sure if this thing still existed, but like Twitter I am glad it does, it serves as the longest term diary of my life. What a weird thing. Maybe I will take all of the posts, and bind them into a book. Or a zine. Transferring a weblog into a zine seems comically absurd to me.

I am writing from the 720, a bus in Los Angeles. I have hacker gloves on, which is a joke—they are sonply Jersey fingerless gloves that I bought for five euro in Paris two years ago, and they remind me of the gloves that every 90s depiction of a hacker wore. Except. In Jurassic Park—I don’t think that little girl wore gloves.

Hi world? Can anybody hear this? Do my followers still get notifications? This might be a new outlet, or I suppose a renewed outlet.  For now it’s a placeholder.

The funniest thing is that google has not bothered to make this website mobile compatible, so I have to move the screen around to see what I am typing, which I am choosing not to do. This may be tittles with spelling errors.