This is my last week of working at my current job. I have a few things to wrap up, so, naturally, I am procrastinating.
Next week is the teh fun vacation (see #7), and I am looking forward to that. But you'd think I would move faster to wrap up stuff at work. And you would be, what's the word?.. oh, yes-- wrong.
And just so this post isn't entirely content-free, here's another painting from that trip to the museum a couple of weeks back. I even believe that I got the colors pretty right on this one. It is by Renoir, and is called Onions, although there is also garlic. But I have to admit that I would've missed the garlic if not for the plaque next to the painting. No deep message, I think, just inspired skill that takes my breath away.
And, what the hell, from the same trip, evidence that stupid prep boys have existed for some time now:
Yes, this is 19th century graffiti on the wall of an ancient Egyptian temple. I would just bet that Mr. Livingston, on Christmas break from his prep school in England, had himself a rollicking good time at a wild New Year party the night before. It is even possible that his girlfriend participated in the "Prep School Girls Gone Wild" pencil drawing contest.
Ok, Julia, back to work.
*If you speak The Old Country language, yes, it is the reference you think it is.