Things are happening! Pretty, silly things!

My grandma is much better.

In celebration, some fun with gender roles:
Oh! Also! I am in the Bizarre Market Handmade Holiday show, which opens on December 1st from 6-9 at Chop Suey books! You should come! I am selling jewelery in pretty little boxes, I'm really proud of them! I'll post more about them later, right now I am busy with these post-it moustaches, I don't want to take on too much at once.

Yesterday at work, Michael peed in his pants a little, true or false?

Check it out: http://prettysillythings.etsy.com

Yucko.

I just don't have anything to say. I've been sitting here trying.

I'm going home tonight, my grandma is sick. I'll be in NY for a week, through thanksgiving.

Mostly I'm just trying not to start sobbing while sitting at my fucking desk.

Soldering on.

Yesterday during work I snuck into the glass studio and Mary taught me how to solder copper foil onto glass nuggets, and I figured out the step by step process of how to make the pendants I want to make.

I am so stoked, and feel like now I have been saving all of these tiny bits of old paper for a reason...

This one was just a demo, so we didn't smooth it out, but check out the image that I sealed inside of the glass, and imagine that the metal around it was smoothed out, as it will be, and that there's a little hook to hang it from a ribbon:

I can feel it in my fingers and feet!

Cowboy kick.

Sometimes I feel like an alien who doesn't really belong, even now at 24 years old with supposed "wisdom" and maybe even a little bit of "real world experience."

However sometimes, sometimes I am proud of just how ridiculous I have become, preparing to go to work on a scooter in cowboy boots and bright blue tights.



Sometimes theres not a bit of shame, and in those moments, I miss Mary and the saturated grandeur of Hunter Street and our third floor studio.



Ink in our mouths, grinning.

Call em creepy, I think they're endearing.

She's like the wind

I am working from home today, and I'm supposed to be designing an invitation for the Craft and Design show, but I hit a little road block, got distracted, and ended up drawing this:

My drawing tablet finally works!

Hookulele.

Chippy chippy.

What I look like with too many corn chips in my mouth:

What I look like when I look at pictures of myself with too many corn chips in my mouth:

I smell an adventure on the horizon, don't you?

kind old things.

As fragile and inconstant humans, as soon as we find fault in things that we loved, we classify them as "not as good as they used to be." Bands, restaurants, people...They all avalanche down around us as we grow, and nothing stays as good as it used to be.

I defy, I defy.

Maybe it's us that grow to be less? Let's not, okay?

So don't you worry about the atmosphere.

Wanna hear about my weekend?

The State Fair was out of control. SO many fried things. This entire ride was encased in fried dough.

This is embarrassed me waiting on line for a fried Oreo.

Pretty.

Silly.

...Things...?

Andrew Bird was fantastic, alive and dizzying.

Oh life.

And the tree was happy.

Every day, the things I do get harder and harder to explain to my mother.

Last known photo

Hope you're not too attached to this bare bicep...the times they are a changing this afternoon at 5pm at Salvation Tattoo Gallery.

Pete Cartwright, the genius illustrator's doodles:

Oh, coma girl and the excitement gang. Oh, Mona Lisa, on a motorcycle gang.

People must think I'm on qualudes.

Sometimes I will realize that I have been staring, open mouthed for 10 minutes, elaborately daydreaming. I will look down and see that the piece of paper that I wanted to photocopy is now COVERED in drawings of tiny eyeballs with skinny little legs and tubesocks, running around the page.

Did i forget to mention...

I work best on a rewards system.

Lungs like La Brea

I have been cowering on the couch with diet coke and a bad stomach ache, I have been short-tempered, moody and sluggish, I have felt awkward at social gatherings, I have been a little dizzy, had a huge headache and I have missed it so much that I get misty eyed and nostalgic but at 4:30 today it has been 5 days since i had a cigarette.

I have been breathing deep.

Send word, by cat or bird.

On Tuesday night I attended my first ever Richmond Braves baseball game, and while I spent most of the time trying to convince the group I was with that the birds flying overhead were actually vampire bats (Michael later confirmed that they are in fact Nighthawks ) with each peanut shell I ground into the concrete below me this town felt a little bit more like home.

Ya'll?

It is some unwritten rule that, when I get a new job I will inevitably come down with some sort of illness before one month of working is completed. And since I have been working for such a short period of time, I will feel too insecure to take off for a day, and will drag my ass to work and look like a dump all day.

Excellent.

In other news, my best friend Eliot is at American Idol auditions right now, which is...wow.

I've got the grog.

Last night I went to "Silent Music Revival," a monthly event organized by my friend Jameson, where a silent movie from the 1920's is played, and a DJ who has never seen it improvizes a score. Pretty neat, and the movie was nuts:

The past is like a weirdo mystery that I don't want to solve.