oh what to do?

Pamela, my roommate, and I made a pre-thanksgiving meal which consisted of these guys, garlic cheesy mashed potatoes and broccoli. I thought that these Cornish hens looked like creepy little dolls that I really wanted to play with. When it was time to eat these delicious little birds, I came to realize that I have no idea how to carve/eat things that don't come ready to consume. Something I need to work on.
On a different topic, I have been getting lots of ideas on things I want to work on. There are two directions that I am very interested in perusing. I am fine with two, but my free time isn't really isn't. I think I am going to stick with both for the time being, and see which one to stick with later on. The first one involves my take on fate and hard determination and the other, cakes coupled with my work. I really need to start taking my camera to the studio to document all the junk I am working on, so maybe I can get some feedback. I really miss, and I know other people are going through this too, being able to bounce ideas off people who know my work and have opinions I respect. That will just come with time I guess (I hope).

museum overload

In the past two weeks I have visited 7 museums on various family visits. These are just a few of the 300 pictures I took. I don't feel like typing all the image's info, so if something strikes your fancy and want to learn more, please don't hesitate to ask.

I will say that the room of furniture was made by a guy (they found it all after he died) that got all the furniture out of the trash and thrift stores and decorated them with aluminum foil and construction paper. It's his alter to Jesus when the second coming happens. the row of rocks are what rutile looks like ( I saw lots of other natural forms of ceramic fixin's like feldspar and magnesium and cobalt, oh my!) The celling is from the peacock room which was partcially designed and built by Whistler, the cabinet has a miniature room in the center of it and the mink, gross and fantastic!

So I work with a delightfully urban fellow, Dante. I have an extremely hard time deciphering what he is saying most of the time due to his slang (which not understanding makes me feeling incredibly old and out of place) and mumbling. He gets as frustrated as I do, not being able to understand him. He threatens to "break my car window if I don't stop that 'what' stuff," all joking I hope. Today he was asking me a bumch of dumb questions, bugging the crap out of me as usual, and the question of what I normally wear came up. I said your looking at it, and I got a jaw dropped, bug-eyed, horrified look, followed by "for REEEALL?!" Am I really that bad?...