Currently Reading: Room Full of Mirrors: A Biography of Jimi Hendrix by Charles R. Cross

On Deck: Eating Stone: Imagination and the Loss of the Wild by Ellen Meloy, and Concerning the Spiritual in Art by Wassily Kandinsky

Yes, I deleted my last post. I was sick of it hanging out there. It was a lovely little journal entry, but to be fully understood in all it's depth, you really needed to be me at the moment I wrote it. Since that's impossible, I felt like it could be viewed more as a piece of Pharisean proselytizing sullying my xanga real estate. Thank you much to xanga for the ease at which one can delete a niggling post.

What have I been doing with my personal life? Read the poem in the previous entry for your answer.

Too distracted to write more at the moment....