Work and sleep. It's my new life and mantra! I do squeeze some other stuff in there sometimes, though. Even better than sleep, though, is napping. I do that a lot too. Last night I got a lot of sleep, for the sake of catching up on it and attempting to be rested for my day at the Museum of Modern Art with Skye. I got down there around 10:40, and, while waiting for her, I hung out at the St. Thomas cathedral. Really quite beautiful and peaceful. I read a bit of the Bible they had there, which was quite pleasant familiar reading, not to mention a good use of time. I migrated to the St. Patrick's cathedral for a moment, but it was crowded and really bright. The St. Thomas cathedral is more my ambience, since it's dimly lit and nicely quiet. Skye didn't arrive until about one o'clock. Apparently she convinced herself that one o'clock was a better time than eleven o'clock, and that she should wake up at eleven instead of arriving at eleven. I felt pretty stupid for wasting my time and being half-way stood up.

Hanging out the museum was nice. For some reason I was in a somewhat dour mood, however. I have a tendency to make fun of modern art, generally. Some of it, admittedly, is really ugly. Skye and I both agree that painted quasi canvas sculture is just ugly. And it's just ugly for the sake of being ugly, too. Modern art seems to be a bit of a crap shoot, at times. To me, either it's beautiful and genius, or it isn't. If you're not a genius, copy a genius, and you'll get by. I think I'm not modern enough for Modern. Anyway, modern consists of juxtaposition for the sake of satire. I then determined that Post-Modern is Modern times two while taking a shit on Modern. Excriment on Modern was derived from the threat of urinating on the elevator. I think I had a better time sitting in the Cathedral reading the Bible. I skipped the chapters that had to do with genealogy, because that's just too esoteric. Being at the Cathedral during the mini-service with a whole of six people attending was really boring, though. Plus, it killed the silence.

After a good romp about the museum Skye and I parted and I walked uptown for a while. I walked all the way from 53rd to 86th street. 86th street is my usual bus stop from work. Sweet, sweet familiarity.

So start replacing the word "Christmas" with "Consumption." I think it's time for some swashbuckling right now. Time to swashbuckle. I came up with a cool Modern idea for an art series: Non-Functional Functional Objects. For instance, a chair made of oven or stove coils that is constantly red hot. The chair refuses to let you sit! Also, chairs that are way out of reach, oversized toothbrushes with metal needles and knives for brisels. There are so many possibilities.

Edit: Because I don't mind shitting on my own update, I'll add some stuff that happened today. Today I woke up early and made good use of the morning by doing nothing and getting that out of the way. I then went out with Craig and Ben to a little place on the corner and had a lunch with them. After that, I went to Central Park where I drew for a while. I really found my niche, after a failed attempted at a drawing, when drawing a tree with brown pencils. It is coming along well, and I'm thinking about giving it some more work. After that, I came home and drew some more with the brown pencils. I did a couple of sketches of Craigy's skull that he has for medical school, a portrait of Ben, and a final drawing of the skull that took about an hour and a half. Finally, I've had a good art day! It's been a while.

Clark just arrived from Chicago, he's here for a little while to audition and then go back. He's doing well, which is good. I need to show him my stack of art that I've been working on since he's been gone.

To all the fine folks at BYU:

JESUS SAVES.
JESUS SHAVES.