Dig Out Those Thermals

Dig Out Those Thermals

Munching on some Quakers rice snacks and hummus, sporting some sweet thermals whilst getting my Friday on. No more sundresses- goodbye open toe sandals, move over cute little shorts, make room for the warm. Evening daylight is waning, leaves are beginning to clamor for a wardrobe change. My all time favorite season arrives in two short weeks. Many trips to Letchworth and Stonybrook will be had.

Sent out three more cards today – my goal is to have twenty cards out by Monday. Working on artwork for the upcoming 1975 show as well – I have sketched out all my characters – now for the finals. Watercolor illustrations of children in halloween masks and costumes – framed. Shweeeeet.

On tonights menu – sweet Italian sausage topped with sautéed sweet banana peppers, onions and jalapenos  served with a white sweet corn succotash (all veggies local and fresh from the farmers market). MMmmmmmmm. What a most excellent day this has been / will be.

Started reading a new book today- Proust Was a Neuroscientist (after most recently finishing Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter). Loved ALVH, loving PWAN thus far.

A snippet from the Prelude:

Of course, this isn’t the way knowledge is supposed to advance. Artists weave us pretty tales, while scientists objectively describe the universe. In the impenetrable prose of the scientific paper, we imagine a perfect reflection of reality. One day, we assume, science will solve everything.

In this book, I try to tell a different story. Although these artist witnessed the birth of modern science – Whitman and Eliot contemplated Darwin, Proust and Woolf admired Einstein – they never stopped believing in the necessity of art. As scientists were beginning to separate thoughts into the anatomical parts, these artists wanted to understand consciousness from the inside. Our truth, they said, must begin with us, with what reality feels like.

Rad.

Thermal Time

Thermal Time

Proust Was a Neuroscientist