Cripes. I want to get primitive. Tired of being so self-conscious, so screw it. Back to basics. "Lower your standards," said William Stafford. Raise the Titanic said some 70's fucker. Back to the clunky awkward thrills of drawing.
Standards dropped to a laundry list. Who makes lists for laundry? Laundry, as we know well, leads to Landry. I've a Tom Landry hat, now that I'm over 40. I do. Shall I now espouse a Texas-based Christianity? Perhaps one day, it will come to that. But what about now? What about now? A new site built up to withstand the rigors and demands of 2010? All sites in one? An inn'er net rapture? Certainly. It's for certain, as I phase out the phrase, "blog" and replace it with the older, but more incisive, "site."