After finding this (phenomenal) editorial last night i had a dream that i woke up from a bike accident only to discover that the doctors had to shave my head like this to stitch me up. i was psyched because i never would have had the guts for a cut like that otherwise!
a few months back karl bought an old farmhouse on lake champlain in vermont. i was really hoping i'd have run into him by now. what i would say to him is another problem all together. "can i be your intern? your best friend? your muse?"