Sunday, 21 March 2004 | Bouncy mattress

In a warehouse somewhere in Brooklyn, someone had scooted twelve mattresses together—three mattresses by two mattresses, stacked two mattresses high—and had draped a thin piece of silky red cloth over top of them. People were jumping on the mattresses like a large (and inferior) trampoline. Generally I'm not much of a joiner, I don't like unnecessary pain (including pillow fights, even), it was 3:30 a.m., and I barely knew anyone there, but: I bounced around and did modest forward flips and fell onto the floor and into the wall and I got back on again and bounced some more. It was fun.

Also this weekend: I walked in (and took pictures of) a giant peace march in Manhattan, I helped my friend Scott make a short Super 8 film, and I posted my Austin/SXSW pictures. I did not, however, unpack, nor did I get nearly enough sleep. I think that reveals something about my priorities; apparently jumping on a pile of mattresses in the middle of the night trumps sleep. Hmm.