Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady’s chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.

A recent post on ifblog somehow got me thinking about Jasper Johns and my own hand made drawings and the nature of real things and pictues of things and digital pictures of things, etc. I did yesterday’s cross hatch image while thinking about his cross hatch paintings.

This morning I found an ancient Ballentine Ale can by a dumpster in front of a building under demolition. It must have been plastered into a wall fifty years ago and yesterday, miraculously set free. This coincidence has me thinking about the difference between paper scrolls and Greecian urns. The urn is like a scroll, but it can carry water, wine, or oil. You get your narrative and some sustenance. I’d like to think that this electronic scroll has something of the urn to it, or that it will soon.