kenkantor: Mixed messages, always mixed messages.
kenkantor: Emeryville is my kind of place.
kenkantor: The perils of modernization.
kenkantor: My innermost thoughts are no picnic.
kenkantor: Ignoring the protests of the unimportant.
kenkantor: A dazzling flash, brighter than the sun.
kenkantor: Good times follow me wherever I go.
kenkantor: Teaing in Eatneck.
kenkantor: Wondering if art holds the key.
kenkantor: I love when you look at me like that.