Maundy Thursday

I'm going to Cleveland again on Thursday, and even though I haven't exactly been stopping by regularly, maybe you have?

I just thought I'd mention it. Also: how I'm totally not going to the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame no matter how much my mother begs and pleads. The CMA is lovely and free and has a ton of Gauguin, amen.

SURPRISE

Maybe you've noticed that I don't feel as compelled to write extensive, personal posts here. Maybe it's twitter (probably not). Maybe I've been looking at too many photo-blogs. Maybe I'm just unmotivated. I stopped making ladybugs, you know.

I guess I never mentioned those.

Pictured: Brookside Gardens in Wheaton, Maryland

Typical Northern Cities

You know, Cleveland was so much prettier and filled with so many more domes than you'd imagine.

My sister, Kylie, outside the the Cleveland Museum of Art

Mo' Kittens, Mo' Problems: On Getting What You Want

Photographs from a long-ago outing to the Hirshorn, where for a moment I thought my mother was having a nice time, when she said "You know, this is interesting". This inspired a little spiel on the merits of modern and contemporary art for the museum-averse, and its ability to provoke reaction, and thus conversation, versus the old-guard institution and its halls of hallowed oil paintings. Her reaction is visible below.