Nerves are building as the end of the semester nears. All I can seem to think about is the tiny, pixelated letter grades that I will receive this semester. I sit here surfing the web and editing my blog, when I have 4 papers to write and 2 photography assignments to finish by next Friday. I do this to myself e-v-e-r-y semester. It all will fall(fall) right into place. At least I like telling myself that.
The Books performed this at the Walker Art Center a few years ago. I remember one of the members saying he'd thought it would help his son learn the alphabet, but when he played it for him he just cried.






