I don’t talk much about where I spend my days beyond that I am somewhere doing something. It will, for the moment at least, remain nameless. I will say however that it has gained a reputation over the past few months on par with the Death Star, minus the planet-busting capabilities but with the same budgetary concerns. I say all of this to prepare you for what I could not have been prepared to see this morning.
Read the full post >>I woke up this morning during a pause in this morning’s snow flurries. Personally, I think it was more than a flurry. More than a flurry but just short of a blizzard. Does the National Weather Service classify snow storms like hurricanes? Could I dub this March Flurry Winston, possibly upgrading to Blizzard Regina as it hurtles down the coast? Category 2! Category 2! Somebody call the borough president, it’s a category 2! Damn it, where’s the army? Where’s Jack Bauer? No matter. It was here and I had to deal with it. By deal I mean take a few pictures as I slog through it on my way to work.
Read the full post >>Since sometime early this week, my hands have felt strange, like they’d gone to sleep and were just waking up, like they were filled with a nervous energy eager to burst out from my fingers. I knew immediately what it was: I wanted to draw.
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