Showing posts with label Where the Wild Things Are. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Where the Wild Things Are. Show all posts

April 14, 2009

Early Christmas

Today I went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts to do research for a paper that I just started writing but now have been sidetracked because I have to share this first.

I walked in, checked my backpack into the coat check and went in the restroom. And as soon as I walked in, I was flashed, by a very large old man in a Twins jersey who looked like Santa Claus.

What is the appropriate response in this situation? Is it to laugh, go to the urinal, wash your hands and leave? Because that's what I did. The most awkward part of the whole experience was that he didn't flash me then leave. He flashed me, washed his hands, dried them, went into the stall, then came out and stared at the mirror.

My boss just called me and wants me to present with him at a big arts education convention on Friday. Can I retroactively update my resume on things I already applied for?

March 25, 2009

Wild Things



Seeing as I'm pursuing illustration I think it's only fair that I give a shout out to somebody who's illustrations will forever be burned in my mind, Maurice Bernard Sendak.

Homie keeps it real. Hopefully this movie will too.