1. vacay confirmed by boss. number of days, not an issue. indiana here i come. longest. month. ever. april please end NOW. i need to see my girlfriends, i need to see my boyfriends, i need to be there. and i'm bringing vegan cupcakes. really really good ones.
2. my cousin's wife had their second baby boy today. so. awesome. sorry all, but i'm home now. i'm surrounded by family and baby's, which means i like kids and i like babies. BUT i do notice that all my cousins who stay here for long periods of time end up getting engaged etc etc etc doing that whole thing which is terrifying. i just like seeing the babies.
3. 4 Ohio Print Co-op's show at Zygote on saturday. 4 print shops, shit tons of prints, lots of good people, food, beer, portfolios and conversations about prints.
ALSO: coming late summer into early fall, working on a huge archival/collections of prints with AWESOME master printer from Tamarind at CIA (in non-print lingo: tamarind=only school for Lithography in the country, Lithography=my print forte, master printer=badass) God is good.
4. my dog is awesome. why? because, within loads of other reasons, she's always happy to see me and thats really nice when you come home, having not seen your family for days because of work and everyone is in a shit ass mood. thanks hero. you're swell and i love you.
5. as some of you know, trish is now vegan. its great because i mostly eat a lot of veggie stuff anyway, not really a HUGE meat eater to begin with but dear sweet lord in heaven if i eat one more piece of tofu/veggie protein thats supposed to be steak or chicken or, for the love of God, a burger...well i just don't know what i would do. i can eat veggies all day, its when you try to make a lot of veggie's meat that it gets a little overkill for me. grilled eggplant on the other hand, right now sounds amazing. does that make any sense? eliza should come back and make me enchiladas. AND ICE CREAM!
6. i was driving today, through the park on my way home like i always do. come around a corner, there are 5 deer grazing on the edge of the woods, near the road: one mama and her baby, one mama and her two baby's. i stopped my car because i grew up in the 'burbs, i grew up not seeing deer and pretty much thinking they were a myth and even though we basically moved to the country when i was in high school, i still find them incredibly beautiful and fascinating. so i stopped to watch them for a bit because no one was coming on either side. i rolled down my window all the way, i was listening to I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend by the Ramones, it was up pretty loud. the closest mama and her baby stopped to look at me, kept grazing a little, tilting their heads at the music and looking over at me. and then they started to come towards my car, baby steps as we just kept looking at each other. first the mama steps out into the road and then the baby a few steps behind, just looking and very curious because before i know it, the mama is standing less than a foot away from my back left window and just looking at me while her baby follows slowly behind. they both just stand there for a few seconds and look at me, before walking behind my car to graze on the other side of the road. all of this happened in the span of this song.
it was pretty rad.
i can't wait to go to mercy house. i can't wait to drink beers with my friends. i can't wait to drive backroads. i can't wait until wafflehouse and southside. i can't wait to slumber party. i can't wait to sit at my kitchen table and talk for hours. i can't wait to waste time. i can't wait to belt out songs in my car between hot boxed cigarettes. i can't wait to go to paynes and get vanilla custard with raspberries and half a pump of coffee. i can't wait until stargazing. i can't wait until roadtripping. i can't wait until dance parties. i can't wait until hugs and hellos and i missed you. i can't wait to sit outside in the yard. i can't wait until laughing and waking up and seeing the family who are my best friends.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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