return of the machete kite bag!
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2001.09.05
Great news! I got my lost bag back from the movers. It's no wonder I had no idea what it was. Simply listed as 'small bag', the missing item was driving me nuts. It turns out they'd stuffed my grandfather's machete into the packaging for my kite, and bundled that. Kooky movers. Now I can try to figure out a way of doing some kite-bourne photography. The word solonoid keeps floating through my head....