Are Women Genetically Wired to Dislike Math & Science?If you thought it was sexist to assume that girls aren't good at science, maybe you should think again (though stereotypes are dangerous and there are certainly many, many exceptions ( Read more... )

I am becoming a little frustrated because my studio space is choked with paintings. I've just ordered a batch of frames, which is the first step to getting these damn things out the door, but the glacial slog at which matters proceed is a constant source of irritation ( Read more... )

A friend had been kind enough to have some folks over for dinner. I walked out the door at the end of the evening, hopped in my car, turned the key. Roar. I reached over, turned on the headlights. Nada ( Read more... )

Long hours of work trying to get a study in shape to actually start painting from. I'm doing, as I've lately been prone to do, my study digitally--in photoshop, using my wacom tablet. It's a fantastic tool at the study stage--flipping things, distorting them, chopping them out and moving them elsewhere, and overpainting other things without ( Read more... )

After a great deal of dithering, I send an email that will be read somewhere just east of Tokyo, requesting that I be considered for a position at my old school. It seems likely enough that they will offer me the job, though I'm reluctant to make any firm predictions ( Read more... )

One of those nights wherein you lie in bed, thrashing, terrified of how this long night awake will mess up your schedule. Eventually, at five or so, you say fuck it; it's not as if I'm actually required to conform to anyone's concept of a proper schedule anyway, get up, and get about business.

I've been on the verge of sending in an application for my old job in Japan several times in the past few days. It would be a fine thing to go back, but I think I've been well-ruined for any sort of honest work.

I've been reading Daniel Dafoe's A Journal of the Plague Year written about the plague of 1665 in London. It's a book about which I know nothing, so I was rather surprised to come across a familiar incident within:

It happened one night that this poor fellow, whether somebody had given him too much drink or no-John Hayward said he had not drink ( Read more... )

A touch after eleven at night, I packed my various things--Macbook, Moleskine, drafting pencil--from off my table at Starbucks. I'd been there for several hours, working on a study for a drawing ( Read more... )

If you want something to freeze your heart and turn your bowels to liquid, it might interest you to know that I A) have a car, and B) have been driving it. This has been a surprising amount of fun, unlike the last time I attempted this ( Read more... )