Peer Pressure, Post Cold War

I've been pestering my artist friends Sean and Daria to take my double-decker flat file out of my place.  I missed my opportunity last weekend to show it to both of them in person, when they and several other fine individuals were in my house watching Eating Raoul.  Once it's out of my hands it's going to hold some first-rate prints and original art once more, you can take that to the bank.  I hope I'll be able to move it out this week, we'll see. 

I still have to store the stuff that's in the file drawers right now.  I will never have to buy new Bristol board again, for example.  My friend Kerri has returned from being overseas this past year, and she offered to help me get new plywood for shelves in that room.  She and I have plenty of vintage home decor field trips planned, as well as a day trip to the gorge pencilled in while she's here in town for the next month.  Kerri gave me the phenomenal bookcase that stands in my living room, when she moved out of the country.

It took me over an hour to write those little paragraphs, I've been conversing with some of the people I mentioned and copying some Pelican and MC Lyte cds.  I don't normally work this way.  I'm kind of zonked so I think I'll go home and do some housework.  It sounds like another movie night is in store.  If it was my turn to choose I might want to see this one: