I was reading a really great article in the current issue of Harper's and I came across this sentence: "Accidental places are the only real places left." It held a certain kind of resonance for me.

I have no idea why they keep delivering Harper's, I think my subscription must have lapsed many times over. Or perhaps I just blot out the memory of writing and mailing checks. Shiver me timbers.

My dreams have been very potent, and a little frightening. My mother keeps showing up in them, I try to ask her for advice but she brushes me off.

Today I got a new digital camera toy thing, an eyemodule2 for my visor. Ultrasneaky!