After a brief hiatus due to holidays and technical problems, I have a piece up at See South Bay wherein which someone allows me to go to a gigantic antiques mall and enter the stream of consciousness. We'll see if that was wise.
These are the things I enjoy doing. No game plan other than to explore until I feel something and then overanalyze that feeling. It's probably not journalism, and not always even great press -- but it ought to be okay to read if you're fascinated by old kitsch like I am.
Whatever. Write for yourself first, right?