Inadvertent Rosa Parks Appreciation Day

It's Sunday, and despite the lovely weather outside I don't want to leave my house. I would leave my house but I most certainly am not taking public transportation. No sir. Every once in a while when a day comes where I have no obligations to anywhere outside of my neighborhood I feel like I must siege to opportunity to take a break, brief as it might be, from the MTA. Time consuming, dark, grimy, fluorescently lit, MTA. Not really all that bad but after 2+ hours a day for 5 days a week it starts to wear on me. Having ignored my innate urge to be out and about in the world I have been pleasantly productive this weekend. Yesterday I did dishes, folded laundry, tried to get my taxes done at a volunteer center in my neighborhood (still a 15 minute walk from my house), and the after being turned away for not having my social security card, returned home, ate some beans and salsa, watched a movie and then went to the lower east side to try again at a different volunteer center. This was a much more pleasant walk, and more pleasant waiting room. After 1:30 hours I emerged, my lawful duties completed. I went grocery shopping at Whole Foods and then schelpped them home on the subway (45 min. journey btw). Today my brain is scattered. I can't explain why. I've been having a hard time holding on to things like dishes. I've been typing in wrong e-mail address and passwords. I wish I could figure out what's distracting me, but until them I'm going to keep trying to read about typography and listening to my roommate listening to npr. And maybe I'll eat some more of these Kettle Chips. I'll leave you with an image because writing is boring without graphical representation. Today's image is of some logo ideas I was thinking about for myself (thus the book about typology).