Tim Harmston: The Whim Of Tim

Tim Harmston can't meditate. Legs painstakingly folded into the lotus position, beer belly stubbornly imposing its Wisconsin physics, Harmston's mind flits from whim to whim. Pizza Rolls! Ash Scattering! Pelicans! Donated Underwear! It may not be nirvana, but you'll never look at toast, or the American medical system, the same way again.