Just kidding.
Hey all, sorry for the lack of posts. Fall term is coming to a close, and business abounds. I'm also getting over a cold now. But enough excuses, let's talk about stuff. I must admit, it's easy to start blogging, less easy to continue. It's irking me that I can't remember where I heard this, but supposedly some 60% or so blogs stop being updated after a few months (also, 95% of statistics are made up on the spot). Yeah, okay I totally made those numbers up and I think they're wrong, but the point is, blogging gets more and more difficult as you progress. It's like a video game! It was easy at the beginning when everything was new; I could talk about anything that happened. Now that life is a bit more busy and a bit more routine, content doesn't pop out as easily as it did before (all the more respect for the returning bloggers!). Anyhow, I'll just have to be more creative.
So, random thought: why is Seinfeld called "a show about nothing"? It's not really about nothing. Nothing is about nothing. This post isn't about nothing. But I guess my post last week was about nothing... (more correctly: it was nothing). By the way, nothing is an interesting word. Check out this funny syllogism I found on wikipedia:
- A ham sandwich is better than nothing
- Nothing is better than eternal happiness
- Therefore, a ham sandwich is better than eternal happiness
Words to live by.
Adventure 25: Frosty
So on my way to work this morning, I noticed the frost that has been covering the grass for the past few days. It's kind of nice. Here's some more shiny pictures:
Some nice atmospheric perspective going on
Close-up of the frosty blades
Here's my bike, which is frosty, too.
It's almost like snow!
Adventure 26: Dark again
And what better way to follow up sunny pics than with some dark ones?
Sayles and that other building... and Lockerby the crane!
Lockerby the crane working at Willis
This looks kind of like a bicycle... and three tomatoes?
Exposure ghosts in front of Sayles
Adventure 27: Dying in the CMC
Usually I die of math homework at the CMC, but yesterday, I died of poisonous gases. I was in the CMC all alone, wondering why no one was there. Then all of a sudden, these little units on the walls started making a "pshhhhhhhhhh" sort of noise, and I became aware that they must be poisonous gas emitting units. So I had to fall out of my chair and die.
The unsuspecting victim...
Ahhhh!! Poison!!
Everything... going... white...
The end.
Adventure 28: Final Drawing
I've been working on my final drawing for Obs Draw over the last few days. It's a pen-hatched drawing. I set up the still-life with stuffed animals of various people on my floor (Jimmy, Terry, and Mara). There it is with the still life at a pretty much done phase.
Busy, busy, busy. There's probably other things I could talk about but I don't remember them now Well, time to go. See ya
Peace,
-Jon
Comments
I love your drawing! It could go right in the middle of a cute picture book about teddy bears or something.
Hi Jon! Have you heard of the author Augusten Burroughs? He wrote Running with Scissors which was made into a movie. He has written a number of books - all basically memoirs - and the one titled Dry is about his rehab and recovery from alcoholism. (I do have a point here- ha). Well, your dying in the CMC reminded me of a conversation a friend of mine had with Augusten during a book signing. She asked him to sign the book to her father who was now deceased but had become sober at the end of his life. Augusten signed it, "I am sorry you are dead, but I am glad you are sober."
So, I am sorry you died, but I am glad you are alive.
Hey Jon,
I heard somewhere that the hissing thing in the CMC comes from the building repressurizing itself; Apparently they keep the air in the CMC at a slightly higher/lower (I can't recall which) pressure than outside so dust doesn't settle on the spiffy computers. Just thought I'd let any prospies know this awesome fact :). Of course, it could just be a Carleton legend... there seem to be many...
So I don't know what the CMC is, but that first picture certainly reminds me of NCP's library.
Sorry for seeming like a creeper, but I was told to check out your blog (:
"supposedly some 60% or so blogs stop being updated after a few months (also, 95% of statistics are made up on the spot)."
And the typical blog has two readers: the blogger and her/his mother.
Hampesis! coming home for the holidays!!!
Yipeee! See you soon, Lord willing!
Whoah, I never responded to any of these. Sorry, you may never read my responses, but I hope you do.
@Kaitlin:
Thanks! making picture books is totally one of my life goals.
@Linda:
Hm. I've never heard of him, but he seems like quite a witty fellow.
@Andrew:
That's interesting. I'm guessing the pressure inside would be higher than outside so that when a door is opened air (and dust) are sucked out instead of in. Alternatively, they could be injecting pure oxygen into the air until it reaches toxic proportions... yeah
@Lynnette:
Hmm... yeah it's a lot smaller than the NCP library but I can see the resemblance.
@Ken:
Hahaha well then... thanks for making my blog atypical. Unless you're secretly my mother?
@Shari:
Oh hey, my real mother. I'm home now! Sooo... I don't really know what to say. yay!