It�s like those wordless jokes on the dance-floor we used to tell.
We were a circleish group of friends dancing our asses off at the O.P. in El Paso.
Giggling as we each tried to one up each other�s moves.

I think my hard drive has bitten the dust.
This go around I have the whole external hard drive archive, yada, yada and it�s pretty current, well as current as my last update so most of the documents and music and pictures are safe. But, my most recent writings, a collection of writings about painting and about certain ancestors and memory, they are so recent as to not yet be backed up.

I must have them back. They link my paintings to my words like I�ve never done before. I�m also experimenting with silent stop motion movies.