READING “BUNKER 13” BY ANIRUDDHA BAHAL
Joshua J messing around on the couch. I finally meet the editor for Love My City tomorrow to discuss details.
LISTENING TO “GHOST OF LOVE” BY MARIE FISKER
Some friends and I are very close to a product launch. We all bring a very specific skill set to the process. Just a little warning that I’ll be marketing the hell out of this thing once we’re up. We have declared June 01 as THE day, hell or high water. It may get a little annoying after a while.
Some random photos from Vancouver below. The first one is a little creepy. I’ve really been in the zone for photography a few times lately, where I look at some of the shots and go, ‘Expletive – nice shot,’ as I’m walking along with the camera viewing the photos afterwards. I’ll post them all on here eventually.
I‘ve mentioned in previous posts how I’m terrified to fly. If you’re not nervous flying you’re not processing your circumstances properly. I recently became aware of a documentary, found here, about sole survivors of plane crashes. They point out how the sole survivors still fly as the odds of them being in another plane crash are astronomical. Then an idea hit me. If you were wealthy enough and afraid to fly, you could track down one of these sole survivors and pay them whatever they regarded as a lot of money to sit in the seat beside you on your flights, knowing the thing would never go down.