Suffering Succotash, I Can’t Think!

I don’t know, I felt like writing, but now I can’t think. What was I going to say? Fuck if I know!

…This is the kind of thing that keeps happening. I just started going to speech therapy. Speech therapy is more like cognitive therapy, but “cognitive therapy” is a type of talk therapy in psychology. So, don’t be confused. Since my brain surgery, I can’t remember stuff, I get confused, and I can’t process things like I normally would. Or like I could before the surgery. I don’t know what the new “normal” is!

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Virtually Nothing

This morning, I was shopping for audiobooks on Amazon, looking for a compelling memoir. I have been thinking about my own memoir—not the one I published, but the one I’ve been working on (on and off) for years now. It’s basically, hopefully, a better version of the first one, but I don’t think I will be calling it a memoir. I’m not sure yet.

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Metrics

Since 2025 is almost over, I’ve been swimming in a sea of administrative and logistical tasks. I actually find this stuff enjoyable, mostly because I’m a bit organizational crazy. Over the last couple of days, I’ve been trying to take a detailed inventory. It’s more than just how many paintings or Artist’s books I have on hand. It’s an inventory of the many facets of my practice. It’s just time-consuming to gather up all the numbers for the whole year, especially because I haven’t done an inventory like this in many years, if at all, really.

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