Come into the Light, Carol Ann
Woke up early this morning to go running. This is the first time I've done the pre-work workout ever. I like it, a bunch. The sun was just barely coming up when I left. I ran down to the creek, marched along it for a while, then came back up to street-level and ran another mile or so. I was feeling pretty awful by the time I was done---the hamburger I downed at 9 last night was revolting. Aside from my stomach, though, I feel amazing. It's such a better way to start a long day of work than listening to Howard Stern in bed, smoke a cigarette, stumbling into the shower, etc. And here I am, at work 30 minutes early.
Someone give me a fucking ribbon please.
Didn't see "Charlie..." last night, thanks to my debauchery at the slam on Wednesday.
Also, I finally picked up the pictures I took on my trip to D.C. with KriKri (over Christmas). Mostly, they're good. One in partciular is amazing, and I wonder: "Why don't I get into photography?" And then I remember that I don't own a camera and I forget all about it. The great picture in question is of Ms. R hereself in front of one of the installations at the Dan Flavin retrospective at the National Gallery.
Flavin does work with light, fluorescent mostly. And it was one of the greater gallery experiences of my life, second only (maybe) to the Warhol show at the Art Institute in Chicago.
Like this:
Someone give me a fucking ribbon please.
Didn't see "Charlie..." last night, thanks to my debauchery at the slam on Wednesday.
Also, I finally picked up the pictures I took on my trip to D.C. with KriKri (over Christmas). Mostly, they're good. One in partciular is amazing, and I wonder: "Why don't I get into photography?" And then I remember that I don't own a camera and I forget all about it. The great picture in question is of Ms. R hereself in front of one of the installations at the Dan Flavin retrospective at the National Gallery.
Flavin does work with light, fluorescent mostly. And it was one of the greater gallery experiences of my life, second only (maybe) to the Warhol show at the Art Institute in Chicago.
Like this: