magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

As if all of the Bank of America red (PMS 186) that I'm surrounded by at work wasn't bad enough, I got a phone call when I got home asking me if I had received the Bank of America loan consolidation information that I had been sent. 'No,' I said, 'but my loans are already in the process of being consolidated by my original lender.'

I did however also get another phone call. Marisa. Asking if I would like to come over and 'make stuff' some time. One of the things we talked about the other day was the motivational power of being around other creative people. For me, it was manifested most significantly during my year in Rome, sharing a studio with Laura, Sarah.B, and (occasionally) Ryan. For her it was with two friends in Philadelphia during college.

'I do live way uptown, which might be inconvenient,' she said. 'Although I'm presuming.'

'I usually don't feel terribly inconvenienced when taking the subway,' I said. 'And if it was a weekday evening, after work, I'm already in midtown.'

We made tentative plans for tomorrow. Which sounds like it will be nice after what will likely be another day of compromising my ethics by turning what was supposed to be an educational exhibit about democracy and citizenship into one big advertisement for capitalism, Bank of America style.