good morning.

Last night we found the DVD series of the first season of X files.
I forgot how obsessed we were with the paranormal in the nineties. I think watching shows like this might be the root of my insomnia. Anyway, I slept with the light on in the hallway, and now that I'm awake MIA is making me feel a lot better...

Girl on a Motorcyle

When I first moved to Chicago, there always a little Indian four-stroke parked down the street. It was the perfect size and radiated a perfect amount of coolness... I envied the hell out of that bike. When I finally caught a glimpse of its owner (a nondescript middle age man), I got the idea that maybe it is about time to revive the association between hipness and bike culture. Granted the fact that I know absolutely nothing about motorcyles at all, I'm starting to do some research about what might be the best bike for me. I'm thinking something along the lines of Bob Dylan and his Triumph...