Took Some Hoes to Get Some Burritos
Today I joined the minivan-driving legion of fools. Big, purple Plymouth Grand Voyager, with a futon in the back. It kinda handles worse than my current piece-of-shit car, but it has cupholders and doesn't burn a quart of oil a day. Plus, you know, room for half the soccer team and their damn orange slices.
We have visiting artists for the next three days, so I'm chained to the studio. We're really excited about these guys, though, it will be worth every minute. It was announced today in department meeting I would be left in charge of the studio for a weekend soon (news to me). My professor is lecturing in Italy, and Ethan has a piece in the Pilchuck auction, so somehow I'm Speaker of the House. I feel very weird about this.
And that is a terrible picture of Ethan's wonderful piece. I feel I should mention Sean and Paulie while I'm at it, also not great pictures.
I'm going nowhere with this post, so I'm putting it out of it's misery here.