The Home Stretch.

A single black spot of india ink on a crisp white page could be seen as many things: sometimes I see a slightly anachronistic test developed by a guy who thought spots looked like stuff and so should you, it might also be a deep portal to somewhere else but too small for you to fit through, and sometimes a spot of the darkest black ink on a crisp white page can really only be appreciated if you are very very small.

I have learned that if there are too many black spots, it's just a mess. That's what I've been doing for the last 45 days in a row usually between 1 - 5 PM PST for 48 minutes at a time; making a big big mess. I haven't been posting any links, no politics or topical missives, and trying my best to stay away from controversy. I've clicked the 'like' button over 1200 times now (you can find out if you want) and found out a little more about some of the people who are posting things that I have known/know/virtually stalk. 

I made a foolish proclamation on August 16th, a sort of dare to myself, that I would post for 48 straight days in a row, each day remaining on FB for no more or less than 48 minutes. Thoughtlessly I started dropping black ink spots all over the internets, at first is was kind of neat, they looked all interesting and arty when there was just a few. Now looking back it's a big mess of black dots all over a virtual page. Lucky for me I have the attention span and memory capacity of a hummingbird. Every day is a new beginning, and I feel blessed by my....., um,... oh well.
Cheers!