A tug at the heart strings.

There is this blind couple. They walk. Everyday. With their sticks and their windbreakers they walk. They've memorized their path. They walk it together. Everyday. I wonder if there was ever a time when one could physically see the other. I wonder what they imagine the other looks like in their mind. I want to talk to them but I don't want them to know I watch them walk. Everyday.

studio image

today a very large man sat on the bench next to the front door of the studio. this man was pounding a 2 liter of Faygo and eating little sausages out of a jar. it's been decided he is the new face of Invoke.

warm melty goodness

sometimes i worry that i'm having a seizure. sometimes my eyes and brain get stuck on things. just now i watched the American, Indiana, and Red Cross flags flying against the grey sky for 4 minutes straight without movement or interruption. maybe i should blame it on the music i'm listening to: Bassnectar. hey, it's new to me too. sitting here at work i feel like a lonely cat in a window. the front of the studio is a bit of a fishbowl.

i want my bike. the tires are flat and i can't find my pump. foooey. spring fever is pumping through my veins. that devilish feeling. blast.