these few beginning entries are nothing more than an exercise in discipline. making the time to refine, reflect and compose. sometimes years will go by with the blink of an eye. cliche yes, but nonetheless true.

take some time.

i wonder how many other people sit, waiting... wondering what comes next? how many hours are wasted on the corporate clock of inefficency? sometimes i wonder if i should just become a corporation? incorporate myself and become one of those legal entities, where myself the "company" is responisble for my actions or lack thereof and not me the person. i'm just the chair. rocking back and forth.... you want action? talk to the janitor. he'll clean up the mess, cheap.

aahhhhh, my eyes kill. it's amazing how much time can be swallowed in one sitting. if you stare at this screen long enough, will your eyes bleed? mine have gone into convulsions and hit the floor. i am out of shape, out of touch and am wondering what the hell i am doing here, yet again, years later?

first frame

i can't remember if this is loaded right? it has been so long. my eyes need to adjust to light. i've been working in the dark for way too long.