Number Twelve, Number Twelve, Number Twelve.
Some numbers recur throughout my life. Some by my choice, some by coincidence (and bias confirmation from the former).
I am deliberate and meticulous in my application of these numbers. In syllables, in letter counts, in shapes, in iterations, in the positioning of broken clock's hands, in the times I make my posts on Livejournal. The particular numbers I use are mostly obvious and generally everywhere in almost everything I do but are hard to summarize meaningfully.
( So I won't try. )
Incidentally, today is the sixth; In twelve days it shall be time for the sixth annual Stumptown Comics Fest, which I've been helping organize since its humble 2004 beginnings in the Old Church here in Portland. Those that can, please: do attend!
I am deliberate and meticulous in my application of these numbers. In syllables, in letter counts, in shapes, in iterations, in the positioning of broken clock's hands, in the times I make my posts on Livejournal. The particular numbers I use are mostly obvious and generally everywhere in almost everything I do but are hard to summarize meaningfully.
( So I won't try. )
Incidentally, today is the sixth; In twelve days it shall be time for the sixth annual Stumptown Comics Fest, which I've been helping organize since its humble 2004 beginnings in the Old Church here in Portland. Those that can, please: do attend!












