Insomniac !

Insomniac -- not just an echobelly song. I was up half the night, thinking those late night thoughts, and recalling things I haven't thought of in years, and brought myself to laughter at 4 am remembering the short film I was once going to make. It was meant to run for about 20 seconds and was called Relationships, Claymationships. Basically it was a claymation film of couples that merge, swirl, and melt down into clay and reform into boats and sail away. 20 seconds of poorly crafted claymation complete with inherent ships-passing-in-the-night cliches. It never happened. It was one of those concepts where the idea was more important than the reality.

(Speaking of those excellent-ideas-never-realized -- Shiloh, I'm still waiting for the first issue of Serepolyzine to arrive in my mailbox... another memory that recurred last night and had me smiling at 4 am.)

So I sat up reading Jen Trynin's memoir "Everything I'm Cracked Up To Be" instead. It's sooo good for folks who recall the mid-90s music scene - those strange years between grunge and trip hop. You might remember her song Better Than Nothing.

Now that my camera is recharged, here's some hot cacti pics for your enjoyment.


The first pic is one of the costly cacti filled with illicit substance. The second pic are some other faves, which also support Mark's theory that I like these plants for their suggestive shapes... and perhaps I do.