Friday, April 18, 2003

When I need a self-portrait, I go to the bathroom mirror. Like today, when I got my hair cut.

Thursday, April 17, 2003

The guts and the output of my machine: an caseless case and the fifteen inch LCD monitor it outputs to.

We installed new windows in our living room and they look very nice with the sun streaming through in the afternoon.

Garret whips out some wicked Spanish tutoring.

A lowly freshman pounds away at the precal.

Some girls at tutoring crack up.

A pickup truck sits at the red light at the corner of Lambert and Associated, taken through my passenger window.

Who's the man in the Volvo's side mirror? It's me, Micah!