In My Head

Man, these weeks are going by so fast. Yikes.

I have not much to say today, I am massively residing in my head, swimming in myriad details of Montgomery Ward, railroads, hog butchers and grain elevators.

I am selfish today, this weekend, thinking only of what I need to do and how to get it done. I don’t mind this so much, but other people might. It’s a resolution to get it right, to do it thoroughly, to not cheat, and eek by by the skin of my teeth as I usually do. There is nothing quite as important to me at this moment than passing this test, not just to get it “done” but to get it done right, and to keep perfecting it, making it exactly what I want it to be.

I’ve always felt sorry for true artists, that they must stare at a painting for hours…fiddling with it until the end of time, never sure if its right, always knowing it could be “better”. It may be presumptuous of me to say I now understand a bit what that’s like; certainly a boat tour isn’t a work of art.

But I’m trying to make it one.

So on Monday there will be all sorts of stories to tell, stories of pride parades and movies I’ve seen, stories of what happens next and what happens now…but for today, the only thing I can think of is the difference between postmodernism and contextualism and just how flustered poor Mr. Burnham must have felt when his extremely creative design partner died right when Burnham got the worlds fair.

So…I fall back on a “go to”. Here’s a cutie pic of my dog.




Happy Friday everyone!