couple of hands

hey look, it's my right hand. oh the fun to be had with scanners. actually it's terrible how few ideas for fun stuff to do with the scanner i've had. i would like to create something as beautiful as this (which my dad created, and then blew up as a print for kara and me as an xmas gift), but we'll see. i need to know a lot more about the machine, but there was a curious dearth of instructions included in the box. i guess i need to find me a pretty, dead thing.

not max, though. max is still alive. and his prettiness these days is questionable. (should we have scanned rumble postmortem? no! what a terrible thought; i apologize. plus i didn't have the scanner then.)

curious, perhaps, or perhaps not, the similarites between my self-scan of this morning and the cover of this novel that i started reading yesterday. it's a reaction to the towers' falling from the point of view of a 9-year-old boy, who lost his father in that attack. i'm only a few pages in but the writing is fantastic. i feel like i just read a book from the point of view of a precocious youngster, and i did - the curious incident of the dog in the night-time by mark haddon. that was a fun book, let me tell you.

anyway. for whatever it's worth, it was one year ago today that i initiated this blog with this revealing post frought with portent. is it worthwhile, this blog? or just a waste of time and energy? has anything been accomplished by it? i don't know. it's been fun for me, sometimes, so perhaps the answers are yes, no, and yes.