So today I was at the gym and I noticed that there was a door near the top of the building. It has hinges and everything, although I can’t imagine how you would get up there. One of the mysteries of life I guess.
Lately almost all of my dreams have been about moving and the houses that I find are ridiculous. In one, I moved into a renovated library full of cubicle-like lofts. Last night I had a dream about a house that’s roof dipped down to create a spot to sit in a hot tub and wave at people on the street. Maybe I should have been an architect like my dad, sister and grandpa.
altered esthetics gallery (one of my favorite in the twin cities, the other being the soap factory) has a vending machine that sells cigarette pack-sized art for $5. I made twelve portraits of the most googled individuals. i am going to turn them in and get more tiny blocks ASAP. tiny paintings forever and ever.
UPDATE: After I showed them to my mom and she thought Rihanna was Adam Lambert, I decided to ditch that one.
The running list is:
Angelina and Brad
For the next one I want to do athletes, but I need to think of some kind of theme. My brother-in-law said I should do fat people on tiny blocks, which is also fabulous, but also a bit mean spirited.
Anyway, why do websites always have huge, exciting graphics saying “sign up!” and then their log in is just this tiny-ass link all hidden up sullenly in the corner? can’t they court us for awhile after we sign up?