My mark is getting freer, my line more unabashed.
It is delightful.
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June 13, 2013
From June 12, 2013
I know I have quite a bit of catching up to do -- I don't think I've yet posted the photos from the FIRST figure drawing class -- but I figured while I'm here, I might as well stick up the ones from yesterday.
My mark is getting freer, my line more unabashed.
It is delightful.
My mark is getting freer, my line more unabashed.
It is delightful.
June 1, 2013
In Blended Pursuit
Today I did a very grown up thing.
Today I welcomed myself into the twentieth century.
(Yes, I said twentieth century.)
Really, I welcomed myself into the 1920s.
(Yes, I had to Google the year the blender was invented. 1922, if your curiosity is just burning...)
Today: I bought a blender.
The times I ever do anything "grown up" are typically when my desire to consume something delicious outweighs my ability to deflect the craving any longer. This is the only method by which I learned to cook. Shit dammit frick. I want [insert amazing delectable dish], just like Mom makes...
With The Method, I've become especially proficient at Breakfast: An Adventure in Baconology, and moderately proficient in Sides: Excerpts from Coleslaw, Deviled Eggs, & Salad Dressings.
Anyway, back to the blender. So I went for a four-mile run (jog) tonight and it felt amazing! I'm gradually working up to where I was before the car accident. I'm close, and I'm patient. The process is fairly exhilarating.
When I got home I was completely spent and all I wanted in the world was a fruit smoothie. Nowhere near my house is a place to get a smoothie (plus I already spent way too much money for twelve ounces of smoothie earlier in the afternoon and for whatever reason my mind would not allow a similar purchase twice in one day.
(I know, weirdo.)
I also think the process of making a smoothie also seemed rather desirable on this particular eve, so a purchase of said blender emerged as a logical pursuit.
I came.
I blended.
I conquered.
Today I welcomed myself into the twentieth century.
(Yes, I said twentieth century.)
Really, I welcomed myself into the 1920s.
(Yes, I had to Google the year the blender was invented. 1922, if your curiosity is just burning...)
Today: I bought a blender.
The times I ever do anything "grown up" are typically when my desire to consume something delicious outweighs my ability to deflect the craving any longer. This is the only method by which I learned to cook. Shit dammit frick. I want [insert amazing delectable dish], just like Mom makes...
With The Method, I've become especially proficient at Breakfast: An Adventure in Baconology, and moderately proficient in Sides: Excerpts from Coleslaw, Deviled Eggs, & Salad Dressings.
Anyway, back to the blender. So I went for a four-mile run (jog) tonight and it felt amazing! I'm gradually working up to where I was before the car accident. I'm close, and I'm patient. The process is fairly exhilarating.
When I got home I was completely spent and all I wanted in the world was a fruit smoothie. Nowhere near my house is a place to get a smoothie (plus I already spent way too much money for twelve ounces of smoothie earlier in the afternoon and for whatever reason my mind would not allow a similar purchase twice in one day.
(I know, weirdo.)
I also think the process of making a smoothie also seemed rather desirable on this particular eve, so a purchase of said blender emerged as a logical pursuit.
I came.
I blended.
I conquered.
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