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Currently established plan is to leave Monday afternoon. I can't get in touch with Reggie in order to tell him so, but I'll keep trying. Mama has an appointment in the morning, but after that we can all gallivant off into the sunset. I finally finished washing the clothes I brought back from the NE trip, so now I can pack for that.
I went to see Susan this morning, but then was informed the Glasers were leaving directly from the wedding, which they had to go to around 4, so I came back to hang out with them today. I'll hang out with Susan on Sunday, and admire Dead Fred some more. He's so cool. I need small carnivore skeletons. We'll watch amazing TV shows on the computer and play Heroes and talk about narcolepsy and maybe make some wire stuff.
This afternoon we took the Glasers and Joy to Goode Co. for lunch. Josie seems to be mostly a very happy baby. She waves her arms around a lot, and doesn't stand up; she looks very patiently at the food from neary below eye-level in Rebecca's lap. She has quite an attention span, and will smile or laugh at almost anyone. It was a pleasant lunch. I hadn't seen Paul and Rebecca in awhile, and they're cool. So is Carl. After lunch, Joy took me and mama and Carl to the Colquitt series of art galleries. I had no idea they were there, and some of the stuff in them is actually quite cool. I'll have to take Stephan when he gets back. There were wire crocheted blankets hanging from the ceiling, and bronze acrylic on acrylic plates, and this one guy who brushed copper and steel to look like holograms somehow... very cool. I want to show them to you, but the photographs are worthless because you can't see the mind-bending movement when the light shines across.
Carl's thinking about majoring in art, so he showed me his sketchbook (for school; he doesn't sketch much by himself) and I showed him mine (exactly the opposite). He's impressive at reproducing photographs in acrylic and graphite, but doesn't do anything from imagination. Again, just the opposite of me. I drew something from a photograph once, and something from life maybe three times. Aside from anatomy, which is supposedly the point of my most recent sketchbook, but dragons keep creeping in there.
Right, so now I want to play with my prismas. I'll go do that.
I went to see Susan this morning, but then was informed the Glasers were leaving directly from the wedding, which they had to go to around 4, so I came back to hang out with them today. I'll hang out with Susan on Sunday, and admire Dead Fred some more. He's so cool. I need small carnivore skeletons. We'll watch amazing TV shows on the computer and play Heroes and talk about narcolepsy and maybe make some wire stuff.
This afternoon we took the Glasers and Joy to Goode Co. for lunch. Josie seems to be mostly a very happy baby. She waves her arms around a lot, and doesn't stand up; she looks very patiently at the food from neary below eye-level in Rebecca's lap. She has quite an attention span, and will smile or laugh at almost anyone. It was a pleasant lunch. I hadn't seen Paul and Rebecca in awhile, and they're cool. So is Carl. After lunch, Joy took me and mama and Carl to the Colquitt series of art galleries. I had no idea they were there, and some of the stuff in them is actually quite cool. I'll have to take Stephan when he gets back. There were wire crocheted blankets hanging from the ceiling, and bronze acrylic on acrylic plates, and this one guy who brushed copper and steel to look like holograms somehow... very cool. I want to show them to you, but the photographs are worthless because you can't see the mind-bending movement when the light shines across.
Carl's thinking about majoring in art, so he showed me his sketchbook (for school; he doesn't sketch much by himself) and I showed him mine (exactly the opposite). He's impressive at reproducing photographs in acrylic and graphite, but doesn't do anything from imagination. Again, just the opposite of me. I drew something from a photograph once, and something from life maybe three times. Aside from anatomy, which is supposedly the point of my most recent sketchbook, but dragons keep creeping in there.
Right, so now I want to play with my prismas. I'll go do that.