Mission Accomplished

This may be the last blog. 

I can't think of a better ending.

punched

i can't believe i'm still alive after visiting Hannah in Philly again. I'll probably move there if the economy takes my job.

wine, beer, rum, jägermeister, brandy. one punch to the face but I probably deserved it.

Photo: the morning after in Hannah's superman bed watching TV.

let's go

ready. set. yes.

Strange Magic

Kevin and Anna. Anna and Kevin. Kevin loves Anna loves Kevin!

We are trying to find a domain that we can buy to commemorate our friendship. This girl and I are meant to be together forever.

Anna and I met when I was a sophomore, she a freshmen, and we were models in a local fashion show because we were small enough to fit the clothes. a year later we were living together. We only lived together for a semester because I went to France, but it was the best time of my life. Everything was so good! We had biscuits and tea all the time. We always had good sessions in the kitchen and even had a couple of little dance parties. The apartment was amazing but not as amazing as our powers combined.

If she moves to Costa Rica to help underprivileged people, I'd go with her just to we could be coconut-hut-mates. 

*Photo is from September 2006. We've looked this cool since that long.

Something in the water

So, I made these paintings last night. I never really painted before but I have been trying to recently. I saw these spreads in HE magazine and kind of went from there but had to change some thing to make it easier for me.

Well, then today Tim was asked by WWD to submit sketches. So we did. The replied and said they need to be in color. Tim is going out of town and interns can't be trusted...

...so I am going to watercolor his sketches and cross my fingers that they get published. I don't know how this all happened, but things like this have been happening recently. It must be the daily chocolate I get from the advent calendar.

kites.

I knew living with Rizzo would be fun. Every night. 

Tickets, please.

Plane tickets to be precise. I really want to go somewhere!

So, with American Express I have $200 of any plane ticket I buy. At Northwest Airlines, I have almost 30,000 points. That's about $300. So, if I can get at least a discounted plane ticket from Northwest and use American Express to pay for part/all of the rest, where should I go?

Well, I'll tell you right now I really want to go to Aruba. I'm just waiting for a good travel buddy to come along...or to double my rewards points (spend a lot more money) so I can bring a friend.

"Kevin," I say to myself, "you're going to Paris in January and March. Just cool it." But then I tell that little voice to bite me because I want to go somewhere warm...

Loser

I wish keys were still this big because they would be a lot harder to lose.

Last night, I left work only to realize it was raining. So I went back to my office and used my key to get through the gate onto our floor. Then I got my umbrella and went home.

This morning, I can't find my keys. I look high, low, left and right without luck. "Maybe I left them on my desk and walked out." But I arrived at work and didn't see them.

What is really important are the details between coming home from work and then waking up this morning. I had friends over for chili dogs and we got stoned and had wine. I don't remember anything much except moving things around to make room.

So, here I am on a Friday night restless until I find those keys. I won't go out (tonight) until I find them. I will go out tomorrow if I can't, though, because at least I can say I tried. Also, how awful do I look in this picture! I look like I have a belly...(The picture is from Summer 2006 when i studied in London. We're in some medieval hospital that had a church. The lock went to the cloisters.) 

Project

When I was last home, my mother and I found tons of old pictures from my childhood. I can wait to scan them in, probably this weekend if I have a chunk of time to use the scanner at work.

There will be horses, school functions, indiana amazingness, apple orchards and a general smattering of the 1990s.

We all have something to look forward to, now. x 

Ask me anything...

About this painting, and I can tell you anything. This is Jean Fautrier's "Tête d'otage" or head of Hostage no. 21 from 1944 or 1945...the date has been changed a few times. This was my big project for Modern Art History in France. My partner and I studied everything. I even went to the Pompidou in Paris to look at the dossier and files of it. Hey, how do you do that thing in a post where you say "click here for more pictures"? I wish I could do that. I'll look into it...

Anyway, I was just thinking about this because I really want to do a group exhibition, but I know so few artists and many of them are outside of New York. Plus I want it to be a group show by non-artists who just do what they think. I have mine all thought out, but I can't put it here, legal reasons. Theft, you understand. But where to show? The other down side is that I only know 11 people, so I need to know people who know people...

If I sold paintings, too, I don't think I would charge that much. I would add up the cost of everything and divide so that I don't lose money and would only make a little bit. I think I am going to start making a mood-board about my collection...

High Roller

Karen's grandpa sent her lottery tickets last year (for some reason...) and we (well, "she" technically) won $3. I suggested we trade them towards more lottery tickets. Then, we won $10! We took half our winnings to a sub shop next to the gas station in this picture and split a delicious footlong submarine (thank god she was no longer a vegetarian). With the remaining $5, I pressured Karen to keep going, keep getting tickets. So we got $5 in tickets and that only turned up a $1. So we got one more $1 ticket and it was a dud. Within 3 weeks I was living on the streets and attending meetings for gambling and sex addictions. 

I like to take little risks: crossing the road when there's oncoming traffic, going on dates with people I meet on the street or getting high in Egypt (you can get hanged for that, you know...) but I think I'm ready for something big: skydiving. In Aruba.

Goofy

I miss hanging out with these two ladies...well, one is a lady and one is just kind of a being who takes up space. (I'll let you decide which is which.) Almost every time we would hang out we'd cry because we'd laugh so hard. Audrey, the bottom-most of us, would slap the wall and yell when she'd laugh. And Ashleigh would laugh all the time a little "hehehe" but you'd know something was really funny when she slapped her knee, and that just made her laugh harder.

And when I would laugh I would just drool. 

They are both "sorority girls" at the University of Michigan. Out of all the people who studied abroad these people were my best friends, and everyone would agree that it seems like an unlikely pairing, obviously, because I am a racist who hates blondes. They were great dance partners and good card-playing buddies, too. I wonder where we will meet up next...