OCA is nineteen today—entering its last year of teenhood…
I think of it as a sort of older cousin blog to l’astronave, who will turn sixteen on October 7.
We met in 2013, through nail clippers of all things, when this blog (b. 2007) was six.
Michael is the only blogger I know from the (g)old days of blogging who still posts regularly—and interestingly too. OCA is a place to start… and a place to keep coming back to.
This morning before I read OCA, walking Astro, the dog I’m house sitting, I happened to pick up a couple orange crates in the alley, with some tattered art still holding on. A happy coincidence? Or subliminal programming?
“Why are you lugging those?”
