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I couldn't think of a title. So officially this blog is titled Title-less. See? Its ironic because it has a title that implies that it does not have a title. Since no one reads my blogs anyway I shall not worry about wondering if my joke is lost, because I know it will be. Don't worry I am not sad or depressed that no one reads my blog for I have not told anyone about this blog. My point. I am aware of my audience. Me. For now.

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Attached to this blog is a photograph I took. I am not a photographer. I will say it again. I am NOT A PHOTOGRAPHER. Infact I think the invention of the camera phone has bastardized that art of photography. However. I love being the child of a bastard. So here for all to enjoy is a picture of a tree. In the style of Ansel Adams taken on my Verizon Wireless LG Picture phone.

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While in Scotland this summer I saw an exhibit of some of Andy Warhol's work spanning his entire life. It was really incredible and although there were many aspects I fully enjoyed about the exhibit the thing that stuck with me were these so called "Time Capsules". Apparantly Andy Warhol would box up the crap in his house and put a date on it and months, years later he would open them and display them as art. I imagine one could get into an argument as to whether or not that is really art. But I say yes. I am all about art for arts sake and all that jazz. So yestarday as I was admiring the incredible mess that has collected in my car I thought about the "timecapsule" it would create if I were to put it on display.

Here is a list of the items in my January 14th Honda Civic Timecapsule:

Slimfast cans (2), Empty Starbucks cup, yellow stretched out tank top, Madeline Posters (I forgot to hang), Sweat Pea perfume, bobby pins (4), Countless pennies, trash, multicultural Christmas Cards, Sheet Music (song: Jolene), Burned cd's of The Shins, The Bird and the Bee, & David Bowie. Cell phone cord, wedding dress (costume for a show I just did), red rope, programs from my time at the Edinburgh festival, An entire bag of Germantown Community Theatre brochures and underwear (don't ask, because I don't know!)