On my blog today I shall make the observations that I did finish two of those books I previously mentioned and that I'm a pisspoor observer of human life.  If I can figure out how to get to two previous drafts, I'll post them, and in the meantime will post this as I finish.

This is my current observation.  Really there are only a few people that are dear to us, even though there are so many of us around.  I guess it's the transformation of that fact that makes life worth living.  

It has become so hard to comment upon one's experience as a human without producing an advertisement, and for this I'm somewhat sad.  Actually very sad because I'm always trying to accurately render what is to me impossible to render.  I keep telling myself that maybe if I keep trying I'll produce something that's not an advertisement, but is in itself lovely.  Oh yeah, it's all quite lovely with the correct lens.

My glasses are tempered in such a way that I very rarely actually see a straight line, yet sort of, so I do keep trying. So it's many tries for everything.  It all seems so easy for everybody else! Maybe it does behoove me to realize that all of these dear folks are just trying, and that everybody's individual glasses make things look funny.

I don't know how much longer I'll keep up this exercise of a blog.  It would be so nice with photos.  Wish me luck, empty space and space aliens!