Showing posts with label heatwave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heatwave. Show all posts

3/22/13

Buns

Right now I am going to bake a 90th birthday cake for Adam's Grandma. Also, it's nearly Easter, and I'm thinking about making some of these guys for the weekend. Hot and cross was pretty much me during the heatwave, I'm only here because it's over. I haven't been around the computer much except for necessary grant applications and trying to vaguely keep up with email. This office/house/city of ours was just too hot, and I had 3 months of nausea to contend with. Yes. It's over now, and I feel better, though none of my clothes fit me, and I am freaking out about how little I am freaking out about all the work I have to do this year. Some mega deadlines coming up, and I seem to mostly be concerned about one. Oh well.

I missed posting about this, "Thank You Very Much" a group show to launch the shiny new Bus Projects, they have an exciting line up for the first few months, and are accepting proposals for the rest of the year. Other upcoming things are animation workshops at Signal in June, a Linden Innovators show in July, and a baby in August. I'm not going to mention anything beyond that...





1/14/10

thirsty

From my birthday BBQ on friday. Where thirsty people were drinking watermelon punch and sucking on ice cubes, and later drinking ice-ey fruity concoctions on the dancefloor.








It was a slightly regrettable scene the next day as the heatwave continued and the bottles and glasses were piled up on every sticky surface. It didn't help that I didn't get into bed until 7am after watching the hot air balloons drift over the backyard, glowing in the sunrise. Anyway, we had fun. But possibly the worst post party conditions ever.

1/29/09

fark!

I just had to ride up the hill from Richmond in 43 degree heat and it truly felt like I might die. Like my body and or organs might refuse to keep working. Such a relief to get inside though now that I have acclimatized it feels like a revolting soup in here too. Say hello to hanging out at IKEA, which is what it has come to. For reals. If you know me you know I hate the place. Desperate times, desperate measures.