Oh gosh. I’m realizing that I’ve said things, told you things that might make you think you have to change. But you don’t, you don’t. You’ve done everything right so far and it’s wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. So please do not think you have to be more “manly” or domineering or anything else I’ve said because you are good and if I didn’t think so I wouldn’t have stuck around for even this long.
Dinner and drinks and orange juice when we get to your lovely apartment. Those looks I’m so used to before our lips collide and then the question, “Would you like to leave the kitchen?” And so we do and stop in the hallway and my back on the wall and here is your bedroom. My legs, your arms, your height, my hair (always too much hair). How you can pick me up and when you kiss my forehead I don’t get mad and you laugh at the stupid things I say and are appropriately nerdy. And how I can read aloud to you in the morning and that is OK and lying together is just swell.
I shouldn’t count so much so soon but it’s just so nice.
Looking for an unusual present? How about giving someone a bolt of lightning? Bert Hickman creates stunning sculptures by blasting an acrylic block with a 2.5 million volt particle accelerator.
I would actually love this as a gift. Or, you know that strip (episode?) of XKCD where the Guy makes a necklace by putting sand in a fuse and stringing it up on a kite during a lightning storm to make glass? I would totally swoon for something as insane as that.
All but one piece is framed and ready to go. I had a little framing accident today, so now I have to rush out early in the morning to buy a new one, frame the last piece as quickly as possible, and run to the gallery to drop it all off. Dear art galleries of the world: I’m sorry that I always do things at the last minute.
Yo, as I’ve said before, Cassy draws the best birds. Also you can buy this here
Simone Häckel, Schwäne, 2008, 1-Kanal-Videoinstallation, 3.30 min. loop
Swans in a boat. That is all.
R.I.P
Of all the JDS stuff that’s been on my dashboard (and email, go dad) today this is almost definitely my favorite.
It’s been a different but wonderful evening. I made my own dinner and it was healthy and homey and I did the dishes and wondered if the third date was too soon to suggest that I cook for him because I’m really good at talking myself into things and looking way too far into the future. But it would be nice to have someone to share these things with (you know, you know) other than my roommate, my friends. I love you but it just isn’t the same.
I hope things don’t go so horribly.
