I saw Miranda July at a photography show. At first she startled me...then, I think I scared her. I saw her film, The Future at the I. F. C. (Which was playing simultaneous to Black Power Mix Tape.)
Mostly automatic stream of consciousness...the kind of writing I learned from an excercise in my 8th grade english class in which we kept our pens moving for five minutes with out pausing...examining life...the state of the world...getting by on a tight budget...persuing interests in architecture, art, economics and trying to cobble out a life worth living.