Monday, October 14, 2013
For the life of me, I can't focus on anything right now. I'm just trying to finish one rig, but I keep getting distracted by the thought of veggies going bad in the fridge. Delicious veggies, here I come to cook you!
Then I'll have to take the compost out to the garden, obviously. While I'm out there, I should probably do a little weeding so my neighbor doesn't get irritated and push weeds under the fence again. Oh, and I can do some laundry. And I should sweep the stairs. Maybe I should go on Pinterest. Then I'll take Zoe for a walk. Do yoga. Make some tea. Oh look! It's dinner time! Let's go cook some more veggies. And so it continues.
I finally sit down to rig and now I'm looking at my notes and finding three different ways to make IK/FK switches and I'm totally paralyzed trying to figure out which one I want to use. URG. Clearly that means it's time to write a semi-sane blog post.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
I made it back from Brazil unscathed! Except for losing my camera in a cab and getting the most mosquito bites I've ever had in my life. Those Amazonian bugs aren't kidding around. They bite you THROUGH your clothes. And layers of DEET. The little bastards.
So thanks to my absetmindedness, I now have no pictures of the lightning storms over the Amazon, the piranhas we caught, the tree climb over the Rio Negro, the streets of Salvador, the surfers and the crabs in Itacare or the big Jesus in Rio.
But I did get a pretty sweet pair of neon Havaianas while I was there.
Unfortunately, while I was gone Zoe was staying with my parents and she had some abandonment issues, which led her to start biting her back leg. To get her to leave it alone, we've instituted the cone of shame. But to give her a break from smashing the cone into all the walls, I fashioned her a sumo wrestler diaper out of a t-shirt. So this is currently what my dog looks like:
Now that I'm back, I finally got a chance to go to the drop-in life drawing class at the Mission Cultural Center last night. It was strange, but fun. The "teacher" (maybe she was just the facilitator?) didn't even acknowledge people as they came in and the music she put on was some bluesy song about not eating yellow snow... um... sure. It's only $8 for two hours of drawing a live model. Hopefully I'll start going more often.