Two Years

Exhausted but well. Downton Abbey marathons, ceramics legend's receptions and seeing a beloved pal one last time. Working hard and playing hard, compared to infinite flu fatigue weeks. Today working ridiculous hours but leaving work in time for a "Do you need a drink? I need a drink" outing with lovely coworker where we commiserated about stressful lives. In an art gallery. Who knew two years ago that the federal government was a lovely holiday compared to a non-profit arts organization? No regrets, though. No regrets as long as the day is capped by kir royales, mussels and pizza with rioting laughter and pride in the cause of the job.

Art Matters. Mussels are Wonderful. Stay Away From Musicians and Sound Artists. Gallery Gals and Library Ladies Make the Best Pals. Maybe You are Drunk. Art Matters.

Drawings from the Hive

Aganetha Dyck Drawing of a Bee After Dr. E. Assmuss (from the series Drawings from the Hive) 2002 Courtesy Michael Gibson Gallery

Believer/Apocryphia

27. If you are critical, all the better to see and to miss it, to misunderstand, to fail at empathy and love, to not understand love and to love, to be diseverything and to love, whatever.

28. To mercy I leave whatever.

On repeat: the new(ish) John Maus. Infinite reread: Peter Gizzi's "Apocryphia" from the newest issue of Poetry. Never ending: exhaustion sore bones mild flu.