Wow. I want to be Oreon Trickey when I grow up. She's 6'5", she's almost fifty, she's never been married, and she's happy with her life the way it is. I cannot impress upon you, my faithful readers, how amazing this woman is. You few blessed LeTourneau-goers get to see her in chapel tomorrow; it's one you def do not want to miss.

In other news, over the summer, I had a vision of sorts. I realized how overwhelmingly censored I feel most of the time, and decided that I eventually want to start a magazine devoted entirely to the art of freedom through the freedom that is art. No editing. No censoring. No topic that is too taboo. All real. All amateur. All the time, or maybe just once a month.
Anyhow, I ran across a few books at a great book store in Tyler last night that were all published by PUSH. It was, like, surreal to think that someone else was thinking along the same lines I was; I nearly drooled. See, all the books this company publishes are by amatuers who are doing the whole art thing for the first time professionally. I picked up "Cut," "Pure Sunshine," and an anthology. If you are at all interested in art of any kind, check out the website. Please. You'll be glad you did.