Thanks, BOASAS…
So, I decided yesterday to paint. Since it is frigid outside, I also decided to make a nice cup of espresso for myself…which turned into two. As did my painting. 😛
I originally intended to only paint this one since I’ve been carrying its theme in my head for a few weeks:
However, while working on it, I realized that there were a lot of abstract shapes and forms in my head that needed their own space to play, so I made this, too:
I’ll leave you to decide if my caffeine intake produced anything other than a full scale crash later.
That’s all for me. Do you have any?
Though it might not be the most normal weekend in the world, my Thursday night through Saturday night visit home went really well. I spent the majority of the time with my family: Craft Day with the ladies on Friday (mostly to get coffee with my sister…the things I’ll do for you, espresso), lunch out with Flora on Saturday, Everything is Illuminated with the immediate genetic pool (and Kelly) in between. On Saturday, after washing her car and moving her storm windows, I said goodbye to Barbara and went to the Forest o’ Cook with Dusty and Hoovah. We climbed! to the top of the death-defying firetower and thrilled! on the edge of Seneca Point. Mostly, though, we walked. And walked. And walked to and from the Hoovermobile at the entrance. Good opportunity for unabated conversation it was.
And now I’m back, having finished another astounding Sunday at the office. I did, however, get paid by the fabulous Elaine Richardson for my videotaping job after work, which took the edge off of my Wegman’s trip. And I have food…that helps, too.
…this time brought to you by the world of booze. After a rousing weekend of destroying our livers and EXPANDING OUR MINDS, Dusty, Lindsie and myself would like to present to you our favourite drink. Apparently there was some sort of joke about priests (?) when I named it. It was there to christen drunken Jenga, too, so we went through a lot together. 🙂
I love watching the dried leaves in the fall.
The wind blows them to and fro, all across the pavement of my office terrace, occasionally spinning them in a vortex. The leaves clatter and scuffle, violently lifted, rising up above where they were. They twist and turn and fall back down, not too far from where they started.
But, every once in awhile a leaf catches just the right eddy. It is positioned just so and rides a gust of wind out over the gardened walls and ends up somewhere it’s never been before. It’s free from the chaos of its original pile.
I watch this lucky one drifting slowly, blissfully through the autumn air.
And I want to be this leaf.
While helping Lauren sort out connecting to PASS space, I just had this very creepy notion that the Finder icon has been watching me from the lower left of my dock for years. :/
I don’t usually name these, so that’s a rarity right there. I think it kinda speaks for itself, though the style is unusual. I’d say most of my inspiration came from a show about Pompei, if that makes any sense.
I had very high hopes for Woody Allen’s most recent film, Match Point since it stars two of my favourite actors, Scarlett Johansson and Jonathan Rhys-Meyer. However, for the first time ever, I stopped the disc after just an hour and forty minutes. I’ve never NOT finished a movie on purpose (at least in recent memory.) Basically, you’d like this picture if you want a two hour ode to one dimensional, cheating social climbers. Otherwise, prepare to be disgusted thoroughly. The beautiful English settings were a saving feature but there is only so much you can do when you realize you’ve spent your evening watching Chris (Rhys-Meyer) think solely with his genitals.
One star for shooting in the Tate Modern as I’m sure this was not easy.
In other news: watch Brick now! If you are Hoover, watch the rest of it now. That is, if you can stay awake. 😛