[personal] Postcards from the subconscious

Woke up in San Francisco this morning with these words on my mind:

“Youth is primal, nay, protean.”

Interpretation is left as an exercise for the reader.

In other news, and I are madly preparing to head for Montreal tomorrow. We’re both at our respective Day Jobbes today, which will make for a crowded evening. See some, all or none of you there starting late tomorrow afternoon.