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Here's a delicious jam.

Otherwise, I've been jamming out to the nuances of the evergreen channel at work, where there are nuns, trees, and myself, most hours.

On the bus this morning I made a list working out what separates experiential from immersive art. I'm reading a book called Participation that I thought would hand it to me a little better, but alas I must think for m y s e l f .

Lots of fair-isle knitting in the house. About to take on some overly ambitious garment creation. I moved to the delightful Mississippi neighborhood, with the sunsetting bluffs and everything else.

the only upside-down smile is my smashed himmeli.