This is mostly a thing I’m writing so that it’s clear I’m still alive, just lying around the house like a lion that has just eaten several gazelles and written a lot of things about art history and stuff and doesn’t want to move. Here’s a list: I got a bunch of neat things for Christmas. Maybe I’ll draw some of them so you can see them, and to give myself...
Me: Where did this box of raisins come from? What's it doing here?
My mom: I have no idea.
My dad: Oh, it's just a box of raisins, I don't know who put it theeere...
When I was in France I borrowed a bunch of books from the public library for some project, then went back to return them and discovered that the library was closed for renovations and wouldn’t be open again until I had left. Eventually my host family told me to just leave the books with them and they’d return them once the library was open again, so that’s what I did. Recently I...
really stupid typos from this religion paper
“…a way to reach the goat of nirvana” “the ultimate authority is what remains of the founder’s wok” consistently mistyping “Islam” as “Ilsman” Hmmmmm.
I realize I haven't put anything on here in a...
This is because I am pretty much flailing frantically at all times these days. But here are some updates: My seminar class had our show opening and it was pretty good, there were a lot of people there and it kind of freaked me out and I mostly just lurked around, but my painting was at least reasonably finished and maybe when it’s actually finished I’ll put it up here. I had a dream...
I just had a sudden memory of a drawing I did when I was somewhere between the ages of six and eight. It was a picture of my dad with a computer monitor stuck on his head, with a speech bubble that said “What’s going on?” or something to that effect. This memory is brought to you by five minutes ago, when I noticed a similar monitor sitting in the living room and, proving that...