I hung 31 of the 32 prints tonight. Seems I forgot to print the 32nd... somehow. The other five artists have some amazing work up, I'm looking forward to seeing the finished gallery. Five of use went out for lunch yesterday after the preliminary install work, and it was excellent to get to know them; since we usually work in different buildings I hadn't really spoken with any of them until the show. I still feel odd about being the only photographer/2D-artist... I really wish there was a paintist or drawist in the show! Anyway, I'm tired and rambly. I should be able to put the final touches on the show tomorrow. P.S. As of today, I own two pairs of jeans!


One More Night

I've decided that this will be my last night to relax and enjoy myself until the senior show opens on Thursday. I have a lot to do, but I'm more worried about what I'm going to wear and all of the small talk I'll need to make. I really don't want to talk about my work... My statement is now in its fifth or sixth iteration, and I still don't love it, so I think I'll pare it down; it's hard to write "the series is about such and such" when the series isn't finished. I'm tempted to write

Human Nature is an ongoing series of photographs of places I've been.

and leave it at that. Time to drink some tea.



Over the past several weeks, I've become aware of a strong and inexplicable impulse churning beneath the surface of my psyche. Every time I get on Craigslist.org, the first place I go is to the "free" section to look for pianos. There is always a piano.

I do not need a piano, I do not particularly like pianos, I have nowhere to put a piano. And yet every time I think about free pianos, my mind salivates. What will happen when I have my own place? I am terrified that I will fill it with dozens of partially operational spinets, and studios, and consoles, and uprights,  and players, each with a unique scale and timbre suited to a particular crazy-man composition. I'll probably also have cats.


Holy Sonnet XII

Why are we by all creatures waited on?
Why do the prodigal elements supply
Life and food to me, being more pure than I,
Simple, and further from corruption?
Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection?
Why dost thou, bull and bear, so sillily
Dissemble weakness, and by one man's stroke die,
Whose whole kind you might swallow and feed upon?
Weaker I am, woe is me, and worse than you,
You have not sinned, nor need be timorous.
But wonder at a greater wonder, for to us
Created nature doth these things subdue,
But their Creator, whom sin nor nature tied,
For us, His creatures, and his foes, hath died.

––John Donne


It Was A Good Night For Listening To The Radio.

Home Cookin' by Lambert, Hendricks & Ross                                              I Get The Neck Of The Chicken by Bob Dorough


Jaan Pahechaan Ho

I don't want to say this is the best thing we've watched in my Music of World Cultures class, but it's by far the most fun. Ted Lyons and His Cubs are the band, Mohammed Rafi is the singer, and apparently Herman Benjamin is the actor portraying the singer. Anywho, it's from the 1965 bollywood film Gumnaam, and it's fantastical.


Space Dominion

"Once we dreamed of flying saucers from Mars; 
   now perhaps Mars dreams of visits from us."

Does the fact that God grants us dominion over all the earth imply by omission that we do not have dominion over (or even the right to visit) the rest of the universe? What does that mean for space exploration? The moon landings?


100 Cent Coffee

I should have known by the pixelated mold (AKA photoshopped bubbles) growing on the coffee in the photo. I should have seen the grotesque packaging, and smelled the weird non-coffee scent. I should never have picked it up off the Dollar General shelf. Why didn't I think it through, and how did they get coffee to taste so bad? I've choked down two cups so far. Forty-eight more! I need to break my own rules and add some sugar or milk, although that would be a perfect waste of sugar or milk. Slainte!


Soyuzmultfilm's Winnie the Pooh

Soyuzmultfilm, the company responsible for this version of Winnie the Pooh, Hedgehog in the Fog, and many other fantastic films, has done some of my favorite mid-20th century Russian animations for children, hands down.

Eeyore here seems far more authentic and intellectual than in the Disney version. Owl is just as obnoxious but far more female.