I decided it was probably time to move the "Shitty" header down, as much as it's been making me laugh. And it seemed a good time to highlight some more of my pictures from some recent travels and other random fun and games. If you're a flickr contact, pardon the repetition...but I know you don't get much of the backstory on there, and you have to be dying for it. Right? ; )
First, there's my dog and the latest installment in his ongoing showdown with the fiercest rubber monster in all the land. This thing could kick some serious ass.
If it were REAL. I don't know what exactly he thinks it is, but he goes ballistic in his old, demented doggie way whenever I - of course- antagonize him by bringing it cloooooooooosssssssseeeeeeeee to his face,
and then faaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr away.
Relax. Eventually I let him win. He always wins. This thing makes him nuts, so I don't make him wait as long to chase it and (I'm sure he thinks...) kill its already inanimate self. I guess it would freak me out from that angle too, though...with this coming at me and whatnot:
My friend Andrew is not
a monster, but he's crazy for Greek food, and I like to feed people, so I bought him some. He smiled like this.
Let's see, what's next? Oh, yes. Before I bought him food, I took this picture. Home is pretty. Pretty, pretty home. : )
Last week I went to Indiana. Marcus, my colleague and adopted little brother, was the best co-pilot ever, and I don't just say that because he makes up new lyrics to "Chain Hang Low" that make me laugh and laugh. I mostly say it because of that, but not entirely. He also has a perfect sense of direction, and this is essential when serving as my co-pilot. We went to Bloomington,
and also took a sidetrip to Dayton, where I saw Steven's new house.
And then we went to the Dayton Friday's and caught up for a very short time, but it was good. He votes for happy hour, by the way.
Indianapolis was an okay city to hang out in. I went to my first NBA game, got to go to Steak & Shake for the first time since I left Dayton (thank God they don't have them here. Too much of a good thing), visited the IU campus, which is gorgeous, and showed Marcus the UD campus. I didn't have any good Dayton propaganda, so I bought an overpriced hoodie that I swear I never want to take off. It's going to be an integral part of my schlumpy winter uniform.
My friend Annett was in town for business for just that day, too, and happened to call from the airport
to see what I was up to, having no idea I was there. She lives in Virginia now, but I met her in Ohio, so it was funny that she was there, and we all got to meet up and have dinner. We were joking that it figures that I come to town for one day after being gone for seven years and I can still compose a dinner party faster than I can in Maryland some days. It's a homey place like that.
This is her with some of Marcus's dessert at Bravo, where I must have eaten once a week when I lived there. He's still talking about that dessert, in fact, as evidenced by this photograph that seems to say, "Is that a foreign spoon heading towards my apple loveliness?"
All I can say is that I will not steer you wrong in the culinary landscape, my friend.
I also went to the Eiteljorg, a cool museum of Native American art in Indy, and saw this excellent machine, the Art-o-mat. It's an old cigarette machine that dispenses works of art on blocks about the size of...a pack of cigarettes. It's part of the museum exhibit and also works, so it ate five bucks of my money and gave me a painting of a sheep on a block of wood. The pinhole photo one was out, so I just pulled at random and got this woman's work. Awesome idea. If you care about art - particularly innovative work - you need to click on that link, honest, or this one, where you can find out where all the machines are. And if you're a working artist, they take submissions. I bet it's not a big moneymaker, but how cool. Maybe I'll send some photos. Don't know. But click. Go ahead. You want to.
The museum has three Georgia O'Keeffe paintings, and I loved this one. I wanted it. Even a print would have done, but there were none to be had.
This photo was taken at Luna Music, a store in Indianapolis that Brittany recommended to me. If you can see the handwritten sign between Johnny Cash and Miles Davis, it says, "I am not afraid of you and I will beat your ass," which I found most fitting.
Also in Indiana, we saw Sandy Allen, the lady who happens to be the second tallest woman in the world at a Pacer's game. (And in further proof that Wikipedia is a goldmine of somewhat unreliable weirdness, check out that Split Enz wrote a song about her, called "Hello Sandy Allen". Bizarre.) People were talking to her and getting her autograph, and she seemed chill about the whole thing - motoring around outside in the rain after the game with her hood up, smoking a cigarette.
We saw a blues band who were a combo of Christopher Lloyd in Back to the Future, a slightly less shaggy Garth from Wayne's World, and maybe the guy from Sixteen Candles? They were good, in any case.
These signs were key to the downtown Indianapolis experience.
They're animated, and are designed by Julian Opie as part of the downtown public art project. It was weird to see the street sign slinking towards you seductively, but I dig the concept.
I came home and immediately headed to Susan and Ray's wedding. It was such a great day. She was so serenely happy, it radiated from her out into the air and standing next to her you just kind of sighed. For instance, this was the most serenely happy version of YMCA that I've ever seen.
I've never seen so many smiles in one day. They just couldn't stop smiling. They are so sweet, and so happy. I love that in people.
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