I try to sit for minimum amounts of time, but occasionally I actually stay in one place, looking at blogs I know and looking at blogs I find...I just saw Neil's drawing. He is only nineteen and had endless sketches that he must have done in high school and during this year afterwards. And I read the Dishwasher (can't remember the exact title, but I found him on Miriam Levine's blogspot) who writes in this semi-comic, deadly-serious, dire-heavy-romantic way about death and showers and his wife and father and step-mother (not wicked) with white print on black, leaving lots of space, and also includes recipes of the fantastic meals he makes and I argued with Mim about one of her posts and checked in to Rock/Scissors/Paper but there were no listings and looked at a hot yoga site that lists where he's going to give classes. I once found a fantastic site that must have been put on by a Bolivian man who photographs the most fantastic steer (not bulls, but larger, more curious) that must be shown at exhibitions around his country. I should have flagged it.