So in this spirit, I am bringing Bustories back from the dead. To get in the spirit, you should probably watch Night of the Living Dead (the original, duh), filmed entirely in Pittsburgh and partly in a cemetery that i've been to.
The reason for the resurrection has little to do with buses or stories, or even zombies, for that matter. Call it pragmatism but i figured it would be easier to keep people up to date on my upcoming 6-week long adventure in New York as i begin my MFA in Art Practice at the School of Visual Arts if i just keep all the information, random thoughts, elaborate dreams, observations and reflections on various city smells to one location: this blog. Bustories has served this purpose before while i was a resident artist at Taliesin in Wisconsin.
So if this sounds like it's your sort of thing, follow the blog and i promise to keep you up to date on all the useless information i normally share with you in person. It's like i'll be right there in front of you, being self-depracating and neurotic as usual. I'll try to keep the posts brief but, as you know, i have that damn propensity for verbosity.
