I've been "on the road" in my current oxymoronic state of content instability for quite some time. My last real stable moment was around this time.
April 2, 2001: "... but while I'm young, with no roots, I'm going to explore and take risks that I won't be able to take later on in life. I'm going to keep what I'm doing now a secret for now. :)"
And the secret I wasn't going to share? It's still a secret. You know why? Because I have no idea! I like to think of what I do as productive unemployment. I'm not really unemployed, but I often tell people I am, especially if I'm not feeling talkative.
In other breaking news, I spent 20 minutes this morning extracting a 1/2 centimeter-long splinter from my left heel. One shouldn't be able to get splinters from the bedroom floor.
Before splinter extraction, I had wandered over to Arnold and David Katz's studio to drop off a camera, and ended up spending an hour or so hanging out while they shot a bunch of models for an ad. What I learned: life must be strange for models. But it is nice to be around models sometimes. They're like, pretty and stuff.