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Monthly Archives: September 2007
My past just ate my present…
It all started innocently enough. But when I paused for a second and looked at the clock, I suddenly realized that I had been sorting through my paper files for eight solid hours. And there still is so much more to do. I’m floored. These are files that I thought I had pretty much gone… Continue Reading
The first of many….
…preliminary announcements: As of today I will be having my next New York show in April of 2008. It will be a small affair that will definitely be taking place at one space on 21st street, but may have another simultaneous component on 22nd. More details as they become firm. This is one of the… Continue Reading
Test product
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Sweaty and prodded…
Who knew that the solution to a day of intense teaching and assorted stresses was to be the demo bottom for a TES mummification lesson and receiving a punch in the gut? It’s sure not how I thought the day would end up. No tags for this post.
Words do not express…
I guess that the words “water” and “soda” are more easily comprehended than “hot dog”. Just point if you see something you like. No tags for this post.
Back in the office: race race race…
Some comforting dream last night but it evaporated on waking. Made some progress on some new pieces. Fished two and got three started yesterday. Friday I figure out when my next New York show will be. Midtown hustles and bustles as the phrase goes. It’s nice when I can sit in a meeting with my… Continue Reading
Farmer’s market…
One of the many stops in my perignations over the past few days was the farmer’s market on Union Square. There I found these demure carrots. Today they went into the crock pot along with a bunch of other stuff to make a big batch of lentil stew. I also got some very pert little… Continue Reading
Today was about the clothes. I went through them, culled the excess and rearranged the remains. Much was donated. I have a shocking number of shoulder bags and other assorted totes. The paper files remain untouched. No tags for this post.
For champdaddy
Herakles’ ass from the Metropolitan. Don’t break your hand now! No tags for this post.