As we sit here in bed, Marcia is reading The DaVinci Code* and I am on the powerbook, reading the blogs on my Bloglines list. I may be hiding out in mexico, the magical enchanted land of agricultural peasant uprisings and the birthplace of “Carne en Su Jugo”, but I still manage to keep semi-current on all things design, tech, photo, code, architecture, music, silliness/seriousness, fashion, macrumors, good/badplasticsurgery, politix, entertainment and wonderful things related.
I’m not sleeping. I’m crouching and hidden.
You can take the boy out of the jungle, but you can’t take the jungle out of the boy. in this case: the concrete jungle.
* for some reason, i refuse to read it - maybe all the hype repels me?
