Let's all welcome someone new

7 lbs. 9 oz. = the size of Stacy's new nephew, who was delivered after what seemed to me to be an epically long labor.

I cannot wait to munch on the little adorable thing see him. Congratulations!

Just one of the perks

Working at the Art Institute, occasionally you come across stuff like this when you're reading through the archives:

Friday morning some vandal knocked the nipples off the breast of your nude,
Americana, and slashed the belly with a knife.
Fortunately the nipples were found in the trash in the floor and can easily
be put back in place.

Sometimes, there just isn't a delicate way to phrase things.

Let's just call this untitled, shall we?

This week I had to write blurbs about Jasper Johns. The artist. I didn't really know too much about him until about the first week when I got here, when the following occurred:

Mark Pascale, Mr. Modern Prints Man: (while sprinting up to the second floor, clearly super excited about something) Anyone want to see the new Johns?
Me: We got new bathrooms upstairs?

In any other context, this could have been slightly less embarrassing. However, in a room full of people with phds in Art History and where they regularly say things like: "...and in this print here you can tell that the artist used tusche wash to smudge, and then used a tusche-dipped cheesecloth to stamp the linen, and with this it's clear that the artist is exploring the dark side of human nature," you learn real fast.

I finally ordered internet for the new apartment, which means that internet life might return to something that it was before. I make no promises, however. I promised myself about 5 months ago that I'd get a real mattress, yet I still find myself getting read to plop down on my air mattress every night. So promises? I can promise you that I will continue to make myself look like an ass.

I am, in fact, still hanging in there

Considering my present state of health and mentality (very poor and overwhelmingly disillusioned, in that order, and, in fact, interchangeable), I probably shouldn't update. What I should do is sit back and let this page remain blissfully blank, but the two people who read this were worried about the great big silence that has overtaken this very small corner of the web.

I'm busy. I feel incredibly uncreative. The last opportunity I had to be creative was Tuesday when I was faced with the following conundrum: how to squeeze a full sized mattress into the narrow opening of a car. The answer is to fold it.

So, for now: work. This weekend: stay tuned for the creativity to unfold.