I have no room on my bookshelves.

Yesterday, I went used-bookstoring with Jacquelyn; picked up a new Eggers ( What is the What), a new Crowley biography (supposedly the most even-handed from an "outsider"), Ken Wilber's first book (which he wrote at age 23 while washing dishes and subsequently revolutionized transpersonal psychology), and a couple Robert Anton Wilson trilogies, including Masks of the Illuminati in which James Joyce and Albert Einstein are time/space detectives).



Today, is a domestic and graphic day. I'm focusing on the fine art of litter-box sanitation and the arduous chore of making a postcard-sized flyer for a rave in Minneapolis in the theme of psychedelic 60's concert posters.

Work work work,

Here's what I ended up with and the promoter loves it. Yay!



I'll probably tweak it a bit, maybe change the top & bottom fonts, but yeah. Now I just wait for them to get all the info together.