blog party

I'm constantly getting new ideas of topics to blog about, but there's just not enough time to organize all the sentences I construct in my mind into the eloquent brain candy I want my blog to be. You know?

I recently had the chance to talk with some people who read my blog (!) and got their feedback. I was really happy to learn that at least a few of you are coming here to learn about sports. I'm sorry my focus has lately diverted to cats. Also, there has been some curiosity expressed about what it is I do at work. I will tackle that next time.

Here's a picture of Jack!


Sunday morning Biff escaped and got in a fight with the neighbor's boxer.

(not actual dog)
now Biff runs under my bed when he hears the dog bark. sad panda.

Every so often my sister, Emily, likes to remind me of how I taped over the last episode of Full House with a baseball game (this happened about 10 years ago). I feel bad about it (in part) because I can't even remember what game it was... probably a Fox Saturday baseball game with This Week in Baseball before it. In the mid-late 90s I was really into taping sports onto VHS.

Do you ever have one of those small epiphanies when you're looking up directions or something online and think 'how did people do this without the internet?!' When you wonder that whilst looking at sports videos on Youtube, the answer is: VHS.

I know I have a tape somewhere with highlights of the '96 Olympics (it's probably with my '96 Olympics t-shirt). As I watched some women's gymnastics on Sunday night I noticed something that has appeared to withstand the test of time and transcend cultural boundaries.

Almost all gymnasts wear scrunchies.

1996



so interesting.

I miss Manny.

I forgot to watch Alex on Sox Appeal. I'm going to look it up on Youtube.

a symphony of mark making

no that is not a product description in Sky Mall. my Drawing in the Landscape teacher used that phrase to describe Van Gogh's style.
I would like to be described in some capacity as a symphony.

my apartment is a symphony of cats and old treasures


today we drew in a cemetery near Harvard Square.


I'm more comfortable drawing gravestones than trees.

I recently changed Moses' name to Chip. here he is checking out my art supplies.


when I was walking through Cambridge with that sketch pad I got the same uneasy pangs that I did when I was in middle school and I had to carry my violin through the high school to the practice room... not embarrassed but standing out in a way that I didn't want to... (I pondered that for a minute and determined that is not the definition of 'embarrassed.')
the streets were crowded and I had an 18"x24" object under my arm. in school, when I was going to orchestra practice, I remember trying to be quick and stealth and unseen. in retrospect that was impossible because 3 or 4 of us would all race through the hallways with our instruments. and because I was as clumsy then as I am now.

for a couple years of school I shared a music stand with my friend, Brittany.

Saturday was the first time I've seen her in a year, and actually the only time for at least another year because in a couple weeks she's moving to Xi'an (Shaanxi province in China.) Brittany gave me a recap of the opening ceremonies. she's practically native to China by now.

I drew those rings.

I just saw a guy from my office building on a commercial for Sox Appeal, he's the bachelor in the new episode on Sunday. I always thought he'd be good for Elise. I think that about a lot of single guys though.

macaroni & cheese