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.

My drum beat drums
You have accelerated my drum
You have pum pum pum
You have killed my drum

I'm having a minor

Never mind, I don't want to share this with the internet...

I have to write a paper and make a movie for my finals, but I just found the bound collection of Mexican archeology in the library. So goodbye homework.