Slept in late enough not to feel like going to the gym, and then sat down to do something, I don't quite remember what. Called my mom. Stacked all eighty of the cds I printed yesterday up and looked at how nice they all are. Made a pie. Made two pies, actually. Banana coconut custard, I'd suppose you'd call them. Pecans on top, peanut butter cookie ( Read more... )

    After the several hours this morning I spent entering in craft books, I have come to the conclusion that the world of do-it-yourself home decor is largely populated by philistines, but not even good sorts of deliberately oblivious philistines who eschew fripperies in favor of a stick and several stones perched around a board...instead the kind ( Read more... )

    I used to think that printmaking was in some way the be-all-end-all art and creation and self-realization. I thought that teaching children the basics of what it means to be able to produce multiple copies of a particular idea would then enable them to not only spot mass media, but also to create their own, and thus, learn how easy it is to ( Read more... )

   Here is how it will be ( Read more... )

It may be just me but Trivia Night seems like a dangerous occupation, me beating the tiny wings of my brain against the plate glass window of the world's knowledge. I get all tense, all wound up in the big bass boom of the announcer's voice rattling out the questions, I grip the pen and wish like hell that good penmanship meant smarts about all ( Read more... )

I can't even begin to express the simple small levels of happiness that rise in me whenever I go to work. It's actually sort of disturbing. No matter what sort of job they give me, I'm just glad to be here, to be back. The smells are good, even. All of the different areas have little scents that I swear, are just great ( Read more... )