ah, the ink polaroid spirit has filled me, and just won't go away. so here we go again: * I'm in washington square park, in the foreground, the girl with purple flipflops, flares, and silly sunglasses. I'm reading my psychology book and for the most part i'm paying alot of attention. but sometimes i get distracted by feeling the breeze ruffle past and look around at my fellow layabouts. On my headphones, I'm listening to "the lonliness of a middle distance runner," that's why i look frozen. Around me are a great many people, lying on the grass. in front of me, a woman is drawing a picture of us. shes trying to be subtle, but it isn't working too well. if you look in the right corner, you can just see the arch. i don't think i have anything else to write about really, oh, except the ever elusive picnic idea. how about next weekend? if it's anything like this one, a saturday afternoon in central park sounds very nice. but does anyone know what the weather is supposed to be like? we should probably know that first. xox megan mkl206@is8.nyu.edu visit the magnetic fields web page at: http://www.dissemination.com/megan/magneticfields/ ----------------------------------------------------------------------- . This message was brought to you by the Sinister mailing list. . To send to the list please mail "sinister@majordomo.net". . For subscribing, unsubscribing and other list information please see . http://www.majordomo.net/sinister . For questions about how the list works mail owner-sinister@majordomo.net . Listen, this is pish, I think I'll leave -----------------------------------------------------------------------