Thursday
The great thing about public journals, sketchbooks and back-pocket notepads is they become a repository for all sorts of the random thoughts, notes and doodles that fill up daily life. The text on this page doesn't really have any rhyme or reason, and the sketching isn't planned or considered. It's clearly a day of unfinished thoughts. And that's OK, they're useful, too.
"Salut copins!" means "Hello, friends!" by the way.
Friday
Ah, more REM quotes, this time written by a friend -- Daneka, I believe.
Automatic for the People sold 10 million copies, don't forget. I bought the deluxe limited edition, which came in a balsa wood box containing photos and lyrics on translucent vellum, and an all-yellow CD (that was pretty much the exact color of kottke.org's header when I first discovered it).
Judging from the shape of the label on that bottle drawing, I'm going to guess it was a Smirnoff Ice -- in which case it certainly wasn't mine.
The hand outline here is mine; note the knobby knuckles.
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