While my bread was nothing like I hoped it would be ( it expanded ridiculously, tasted acidic, and was simply wierd) I am over it now. I have a head full of pictures and ideas (about why we make art, what artists can learn from other working folks, and why it matters that non-profits, educational institutions, and museums in this country pay their employees such itty-bitty wages). But I also beg time to sort this stuff out before I write. To write about these things, not just blog 'em. That's me putting some thinking off, sure, but also being honest.

Honestly wondering if I messed up the comments function while trying to avoid some smarmy spammity stepping spam....spam's about what my banana bread looked like, 'cept the bread was brown and spam is...