Many, many years ago, in a land far, far away, there was a young art student named Christina.
The world was brand new back then and the possibilities, endless. And everyday, lugging an enormous black portfolio almost as big as she, young Christina would head to day-long art classes to paint dead fish.
And although, after many, long, balmy hours left unrefrigerated, the fish would inevitably spill their guts (literally) — and give her the driest of heaves — it was still something to see. Continue reading →
I have a terrible habit of waiting too long to eat. Usually by the time I do, I’m pouring ketchup on my shoe.
When I do that, things tend to go down like this:
I notice I’m hungry, but too engrossed (okay, obsessed) in whatever it is I’m doing and forget. Yup. Forget.
I notice that I’m really hungry and think for a moment this time that I should do something about it but — much like a squirrel — I get distracted and then forget. Some more. But — unlike a squirrel — I don’t go get me some nuts. Continue reading →