Not much to say
The only remotely noteworthy thing I did today was to get my entry in the eraser carvers' mailing list autobiography swap ready. Mostly I took the text from last year, moved it around a tiny bit, and filled in the spaces with a few stamps. I got it copied at Newton Copy Shop, near work, on my way in. This evening I hand stamped a couple more images on each of the 80 copies, and now it's ready to go.
Speaking of which, I should tell you about my barbed wire postcard swap. The easiest way to cover it is to send you to it with that link.
The idea is, in addition to electronic communications, to exchange some hardcopy once in a while. About a third of the people on the mailing list are participating in the paper bio swap. We did the same kind of swap about a year ago. Some people hand stamped on their pages, some just sent in xerox copies of one stamped page.
Did I mention that we saw Sixth Sense over at Anne's apartment about a week ago? One of her roommates had rented the video and it wasn't due back until the next morning. Arlene & I bought an assortment of salads and other take-out items at Bread & Circus (& that sentence gets the ampersand award) and we had supper while we watched the video. We all liked it a lot. The thing I liked best about it was the internal consistency. Everything the kid said about ghosts was borne out. I think it took me two days later to remember that when Bruce Willis' character was telling the kid a bedtime story the kid said, “it needs to have a twist,” and the movie writers remembered that for their own work.
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