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I went to Ikea today for a frame. I actually hate Ikea because walking around in there just makes me feel lost and confused. Sort of like a sneak preview of every day of my life in 40 years. But that have nice looking cheap frames, so whatever.
Soon this frame will hold a print of this blog post and will be up at this show.
But it doesn't pay, so I still need a job. And actually this makes finding a job harder because now I'll have to give this up if I find a something that's 9-5. But whatever, I really like being on the other side of the classroom and I'm TA'ing for Stephen Slappe, who is totally rad.
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Kelly, the girl from school who watched Cherbs while I was gone, was an overachieving turtle-sitter. She got some advice from a friend who worked at a zoo. She bought new bedding, taped up the sides of the tank so Cherbs can't see out, bought light, and made a new tent. I had heard about turtles getting stressed about having glass walls, but I just let Cherbs run around the apartment to solve that. I guess the new tank is working, Cherbs seems calmer. Maybe she wasn't a hateful and bitter turtle this whole time, maybe I wasn't taking care of her properly. Oh no, I'm a terrible turtle dad.
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Ok... there's gotta be a job in this town somewhere, right?
Anne and Dave watching the ceiling-projected Pipilotti Rist installation.
Michael Lease showed us around.
About 10 years ago, this sign in Richmond had a sticker of a gun next to the pedestrian icon's hand. Since my group of friends are good citizens, we thought that was not a positive image. So we ripped a 311 sticker off of Lin's car and covered up the gun. It's still there on Three Chopt Road.