Before I began my first real post from Italy, I had to wait for two unique sets of circumstances to coincide - the first, that I would have some good Italy stories, and the second, that I would actually be able to recall enough English to form coherent sentences ( Read more... )

Our first week has been a slice of bliss.  With little set work to do, I've been working mostly in an administrative and technical capacity, configuring computers and printers and cross-checking schedules.

I'm living in a former convent called La Gagliarde, where last night I took this:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/viatrixmedia/3597323429/

It's a ( Read more... )

Hello from Harvard Square, where I retreat briefly from the Illustrator mines to post the following:

I have (see above) a camera.  In preparation for what I am beginning to call my "European Tour," I have finally caved to my deep inner desires and purchased a digital SLR.

For those of you who care (and, hey, for those of you who don't) - my new ( Read more... )

I am sitting at my desk, and I just opened a soda.  I love that sound - that soda sound, when the can first opens.  Craack.  Hiissss... Bubbles of sparkling carbonation fizzle up out of the cold silver mouth, the smooth metal of the can slick and chilly under my fingers.

The sound of productivity.  The sound of refreshment.  The process of slowly ( Read more... )

I just left my office at 3:00 PM and got a haircut.

Yes!  Now I no longer look like Morticia Addams. 

So recently I heard from my Mom.  I know, I know, big surprise, say those of you who know that my Mom and I do more communicating than Goldie Hawn and Kate Hudson.  But this is different, readers!  This is was a call about my LiveJournal.

ME: Hey, Mom.  
MOM (Without preamble):  I was reading your LiveJournal last night.
ME (Mentally finishing the ( Read more... )

You're Not Neurotic, You're Just in New England.

Today's existential crisis takes the form of a free poetic rant. Please ignore at will.

Outside the sky is a brilliant blue - that strange, wet, saturate blue of late winter and early spring.  Sunlight strikes the white granite surfaces of buildings across the street from me and paints them in ( Read more... )

So here's an interesting little conversation I never want to have with myself again:

Me: So about how far have you been running this afternoon?
Me: Er, about half a mile.
Me: I'm trying to think what we ate today.
Me: Cheese!
Me: Yes.  We did have half a piece of cheese.
Me: Cereal?
Me: Yes, we did indeed have some cereal.  When was that?
Me: Um, nine?
Me:  ( Read more... )

An uncharacteristically productive Sunday - rose early, made a pot of coffee and got my laundry dry and folded. I think that's the first time in years that a load of laundry I've done has had a twelve-hour half-life.

Outside it's snowing - thick, white, and wet. My balcony rail and the telephone wire outside my window are wearing 3" peaked roofs ( Read more... )

Favorite work quotes of the week.  Now even better when out of context ( Read more... )