magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

red art thing
third place

flooded gallery
elevator -> helicopter
power lines

lousy band that
got paid millions

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we went shopping early today. then studio. then chris.k said he'd be home by six-thirty to start cooking for another potluck at jen and shannon's. shannon is leaving risd (for while? i don't know her all that well, and don't know the whole story).

but of course chris wasn't home at six-thirty. or at seven, when i started cooking. he finally showed up closer to seven-thirty. i was a bit upset at the time. when you say yr going to be somewhere, at a certain time.. but i never really stay upset at people about anything for very long.

as it turns out, we were the only people who actually brought a cooked dish. we were the only men there, among a dozen or so women, and we were the only ones who cooked. doing our best to break down gender stereotypes. or something.

and back to the studio afterwards. no real surprise there.