I, Muehlenhaus. U, Riedermaus.

Today, in the middle of creating my syllabus and making sure the dog's eye isn't glued shut, I am also into scanning my real journal, which has far more texture to it. That is, I prefer messes, and the Internet, particularly blogs, do not allow for the proper amount of messy journaling that I prefer. My personal site does, but that is kind of a pain to update on a regular basis, because it has become so big and unwieldy. I've always loved the scratch'n'mash texture and permanence of scanned text and objects on the Internet. It reminds me of a religious archive. My uncle Flip was the first to show how this could be done, back in 1998. He used to scan bugs and larvae and birch bark and everything that shouldn't be scanned, to put on his website. It looked like a botanical garden -- an interactive usable one.

I guess what I'm getting at, and I should quickly, as I hear my dog attempting to break down the last barrier between our plants and its teeth, is that I'm going to start posting scraps from my handwritten journal. It started with the "Lost" portrait I did below and hope to make into a real "Wanted" poster someday. And I continue with another caricature shot... from the front of my journal. I guess I'm feeling vain today.