I have a job interview tomorrow.

I cannot wait to get a job. Free time is more constricting than I had remembered, however that may be because I am coupling it with near-poverty. My interview is in the Philadelphia Museum of Art's Marketing Department. It sounds like a pretty sweet deal. I'm working on a new mailing at the moment and am up to 5 pages, but would really like 8. With the price of postage though... eh, I guess I'll just have to make it work. All else is well in Philadelphia. I crashed at my old man's house last night and my stepmom hooked me up with groceries, which was awesome of her. Anyway...


This is a work in progress. I'm really interested by the idea of the first person (I'm guessing Neanderthal) who defined a space of land as private property, and therefore acted as the harbinger for all sequestering of land for the future. What an ingenious concept it must have been when this was first realized. I'm sure the future implications could not have been conceived of. In the current housing market slump, suburban McMansions ending up in ruin and disrepair, what an interesting juxtaposition of property and how people define the extensions of themselves upon the Earth, with this initial moment. P.S. I'm coming to not despise the color of my "working wall" as much. If I had the guts, I'd just repaint it.


Chevy, the good ol'dog, posing for the camera.


I got these two great Ikea chairs for free on Craigslist today. The woman who had them was a English PHD student at UPenn and lived in a third floor walk-up in South Philly. She told me that were purchased by a friend's parents who happened to be in the diplomatic core in Norway in the 1970s. I had to wash the cushion covers because they were covered in cat hair. This new addition to my room made me take the table that Mercy&Lindsay gave me outside, and spray paint it powder blue. I left the original brown on the insides of all the legs for a two-tone feel. Now I just need to find a real funky rug on Craigslist and I'll be on my way to HIPville.