Monday, February 23, 2009

Chim chiminey

Me. Tonight. After I go home from class.

It brought back memories of my years at The Evening Post Library where we'd head out to lunch with faces smudged with newsprint from the cuttings we were indexing: in the days when indexing the paper required 14 copies of that day's papers, a cutty knife, a large container of paste and a wallpaper brush...