Above, Mathieu explains the distance, in time, between my actual birthday and the day we celebrated.
Friday night, three days after my birthday, I threw a small party in my apartment to celebrate. From Tuesday through Friday, we had another busy workshop with Gerard Unger, and by the time it was over, I think we all needed a drink! By my imperfect count, about 15 people came by, from 10 different countries…
That thing with the four people sitting on it? That’s my bed; its a futon, really, folded up in a couch. This photo manages to capture almost all of my apartment; it really is that small.
I’m 28 now, and several thousand dollars more in debt than when I turned 27. At 29? We’ll see!