and that is satan at play

that's a snatch of dialogue i heard at christ's cafe the other morning. my colleague the marxist i adore asked me to coffee there to have a chat about a plan that he's hatching. so i crossed the threshold of the christian coffee shop again.


i am hoping that satan is not at play right now on this outbound flight to portland maine. i was summoned to maine to collect a prize. (thanks d. brad and diss prize committee of SACRPH). and guess who just toddled into the air tran hold room...my nemesis, the architectural historian whose name i will not type...but we know whom i am referring to...the one who plagiarize my words for a text panel at the national building museum.

suck it jesus. this award is my god now.

thank goodness i colored my hair last night. and thank goodness i am wearing very pointy very spiky heels.