Futility Now

Yoshi combines his two favorite activities: sitting on my keyboard and staring out the window.

This weekend we relocated from S’s old room, in which I’d been camping out for the last couple of months on account of the cold, back into the real bedroom in the attic. Basically the time had come to either move everything down there or come back up here. C was in favor of the former because it has only gotten colder, but that seemed like a bit of a retreat to me, which is no way to start a new year.

So it is very cold, but I feel like it’s the harsh, bracing wind of progress.

In this compelling work, the hydrant represents the edifice of inhumanity upon which man (represented here by a shoe) teeters precariously.

Here are a couple of shots of Yoshi watching his favorite film.

Here is the latest in a series that I like to call “What the Hell is Going On with My Head?”

So we went to a charmingly goofy opening at Monograph. While we were there, availed ourselves of an old typewriter by the door. True to form, Hazel wrote something sweet, and I wrote something standoffish.

(standoff fish?)

Pictures from that cool little park at the end of Skidmore.

Here is Yoshi stepping on my face.

I wore my hat to the Albino Press, and this happened when I took it off.

Also, I love the guy in the background who has basically the same expression as me.

This is Yoshi, watching me hold a bottle cap over his head. It’s like something out of Wegman. Only with a cat. And the cat is a total lunatic.

Life is hard, but I bought myself Jaffa Cakes to make up for it.