sleep, interrupted

The other day, I grabbed what I thought was a tupperware container of leftover soup, only to pull it out of the work refrigerator at lunch and find that it was actually Swedish pancake batter.

i want to go everywhere

I was just looking at a Google map of Anacortes, and then I zoomed out and out and out, and realized that if you hop on the interstate and just keep going, you can see the whole United States after a while.  It makes me want to pull a John Steinbeck, get a motor home and a dog, a pencil and a tablet, and just go.

cat’s in the closet

a wayne campbell moment

It’s a ring that looks like Gustav Klimt painting.  My sister thinks it’s ugly, but I think it’s wonderful.

Alexis Bittar, $175.  Someday, you will be mine.

work party

“We have a good time here.”  – one of the owners of my company

building blocks

watercolor, micron pen on aquarelle arches

painting manufacture unit

PMU #24, Roxy Paine.

kindness of strangers

I know I’m hypersensitive, but this kind of thing really gets me:

connected

As our shared wound ebbs and flows, I put myself in all sorts of shoes. There is a measure of comfort in knowing that those I admire have also waded through the raw material of life, and that they did it with moxie, able to see the humor in dirty sleeves and skinned knees.

oh, narcissus