Every year I get in a mood. Every goddamn year, no matter how hard I try not to.

It's been 10 years. Ten years since the impossible was attempted. Ten years since got a taste of true freedom. Since we attempted to take ownership of our lives and alter our world to the better. Since ego was set aside for the greater collective.

Ten fucking years. I anticipated a few hiccups along the way, but 10 years?

Ten years.

Fuck.

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Covid-living is starting to get to me (for like the 3rd or 4th time in the past year probably), so I've taken to fixing myself an elaborate cafe au lait on an almost daily basis now. Not quite bored enough to start messing with foam art, but if things persist I may just get there.

Only halfway through the first month of 2021, and already there are projects. Still more to surface over the next few weeks. Had a great editorial meeting with the Radix crew recently on marketing, production, and some slight restructuring pertaining to THE SOLAR GRID, which I should be able to get back to work on by February.

I have managed to resist all speaking engagements related to the 10th anniversary of the Egyptian uprising of 2011, except this one: FLAP MY WINGS: 10 YEARS SINCE TAHRIR SQUARE because what The Lazours have done with their LIVE IN CAIRO musical and subsequent FLAP MY WINGS album is a truly phenomenal way to carry forth the narrative of the revolution. I can only be so proud to be involved in any way.

Somewhat related is the Freedom Initiative's Ideas Don't Die creative contest, for which I'm happy to serve as judge in 2D Art category.

In other news: Child has unlocked the power of the full roll over. Farewell to the days when we could happily ignore him without worry of him potentially hurting himself.

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