There’s a new art installation at work. It’s called “Heavy Metal” and features the work of several artists who use “found objects” in their work, particularly metal objects. This piece, called “magic hat” is among my favorites. I suspect that many people will not recognize these bottlecaps, and thus will not get the pun.
a close-up of the bottlecaps:
Fish aren’t like real pets. They’re more like living decorations. But it is also very soothing to watch them, though I’m not sure quite why that is.
People who work in education and/or exhibits are familiar with fake food and the wide variety of it that you can purchase. But really, taking this picture was just an excuse for me to post a link to this awesome song about toy food.
or Granite, for short, joined us at Bob and Kat’s Labor Day BBQ. For the record, it’s really hard to get a face shot of a really excitable dog.
I have a small carry on suitcase, and Doug has a gianormous suitcase, but neither of us has a decent mid-size bag. We knew we’d need them for Costa Rica, so we bought a couple today, along with a few other things for that trip.
My friend and coworker Bridget has covered one of the windows with kirigami that she created. It wasn’t really my plan to take this picture; I was actually trying to take another one, but the shadows were “ruining” it. Then I realized this would make a much more interesting shot.
Today was Hellen’s last day at work. She spent the day alternately smiling and crying… she even had to wipe away the tears before having her cake.She is a spectacular person and I will miss her terribly.
The lobby of the Boston Opera House looks how theaters are supposed to look. Grand and a bit imposing and telling you that you are entering someplace special. I always get a bit peeved when I see people dressed all tatty at the theater; I just want to grab them and say “look around you! look at this beautiful place! you could have at least worn something clean!”
Being blind does not stop Parker from being like most cats, getting into places he’s really not supposed to be. I can’t imagine there’s a thing in that cabinet that would appeal to him, given his reaction any time Doug sticks a drink under his sensitive nose.
so, you know, it’s another day at work and you go into the lunch room and there’s Clifford’s head in a box.
what, this never happens to you? Geez…