Saturday, December 29, 2007

Winter Vacation 2007



I can't believe the Valentines section is out on the floor in the supermarket already, it's not even New Years yet...America's so commercial.

Friday, December 21, 2007

My 2007 Christmas Card

Illustration Friday: The table's horizon (second period)

The Table's Horizon (second period)

They both sat focused intensely on their drawings as the clock winded its way down to another winter vacation. Second period was the quietest drawing class in years and reminded me of a summer school math class I was in where no one spoke for the full two months. This was different, this is an art class. I'm sure that the large grouping of tables didn't help and neither did the hour or the particular lesson; but the music and passion alone should've made it work. They were talented. They were passionate. They even seemed to really enjoy the class, they were just silent.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Monday, December 3, 2007

My afternoon with Bill Clinton, Santa and Mick Foley

I had an opportunity to meet Bill Clinton weekend. It was a super brief hello but it was cool meeting him. I was stuck in line for a while waiting in the cold but Santa was there with some elves and Mick Foley (a former WWE wrestler) so I didn't mind. I also had scrabble on my cell phone. What beats scrabble in the snow?...Exactly

The experience made me think of the worst line waiting I've been part of. Here's my top five:

5. Bill Clinton- Great to meet him but next time I'll bring soup if it's snowing so I don't freeze.

4. Disney World- I don't even remember why the lines were so long because I was so young but man did they suck.

3. The Scream Machine- the line for this roller coaster at Great Adventure was endless and the ride was about a minute (it was my first real roller coaster so it was worth it once but never again)

2. Big Red's Lobster Shack in Maine- it legendary but waiting an hour for some fried fish is tough, especially in the middle of a hot summer day.

1. Waiting for a modeling shoot when I was 6- it was a never-ending line in a nasty part of the city that ended with a 2 second Polaroid in a garage.

(this is why people hate blogs- who cares about me waiting on line?)

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