About
Going to buy an envelope.
This site exists because of a passage from Kurt Vonnegut's A Man Without a Country, where he describes a small expedition to mail a single sheet of paper. The whole thing takes the better part of an afternoon and involves chitchat with strangers, a woman with a jewel between her eyes, and an unrequited crush at the post office.
I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you any different.
So this is the logbook for my own farting around. Trips taken on purpose, detours taken by accident, projects that didn't fit anywhere else, and the occasional stray thought that wanted a permanent address.
It's deliberately small and slow. Photos and a little prose, mostly.