Monday, May 02, 2005

long hours at the library.

Candace: I smell butter.

Sebastian: I smell popcorn.

Brett: I smell the rampant funk of a generation in decay.

I'm currently writing a paper on avant-garde performance art in post-war Japan, which is much more interesting than it sounds. And I should get back to work.


The Hi Red Center performing "The Ochanomizu Drop", 1964

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