The History of Something Which is Parallel

There was a point this morning when I snapped my fingers and had another cup of cofffee...not the snapping of the fingers and magically a coffee appears, but the way a pre-coffee flash or bolt of electicity jammed me and the boost was good. A constant reminder that everything will be alright. It was beneficial, especially today.
Click, boom.
The damned record cover. Its one of the last steps. Perhaps its in me that when I finish the thing, then everything else I do will be of no importance; that saving the completion is a kind of prolonging of a certain way of life.
Do I fear completing the record cover? I think I do.
I hold it as one of the most important artworks I will ever do. Why?
There are numbers of reasons.
1. Its the first record.
2. It is an edition of 500. Once the graphic is sent in, there's no turning back.
3. Single-chair lift in Vermont.
4. Cheeseburger with teriyaki rice.
5. Big pile of tax free cash.
6. I've lost track.
etc.

This will not be the record cover, but I like it. (Note that the title of the record and the name of the
band are in vise-versa positions).

Not the Record Cover.

locals prefer vests and 3/4 length trow!?

total excitment!
have moved to sleepytowne and noticed that the trend here is to wear vests and 'Dreiviertler' (local dialect, spoken with a hard boston accent). both seem practical, not only affordable, but physically practical as well...plenty of pockets for stuff like keys, coupons, club-membership cards, breathmints, cigarettes, lighters, portable phones, toothpicks, skin cream, beerbottle opener, etc. none of this really matters though.

ok, moving on...there are 3 baby falcons standing on the ledge of the tower, all watching and waiting for the mother-falcon to bring a mouse back to the ledge. this is amazing! truly a moment to remember. a fuji-moment. finally, after all these years there is a reason to sit on a garden table and study the ledge of the tower...listening to the falcon jabber and wait for the mother-falcon to bring back a mouse.

beautiful small meat eating hunting birds...its quite moving actually.

i am high on life

...and its just about time to fire up the grill and get a couple burgers rolling...