A shot from Lindsay, our now former researcher’s, going away party. If you didn’t know her you might think this is her looking sad and reflecting on good times at the Business Journal. But we know this is the face Lindsay makes when the person talking to her is full of shit.
This adorable statue in front of the Defenders of Wildlife building on 17th St. isn’t fooling me. I’ve seen movies — these things follow poor lost humans around the countryside until they’re is exhausted and then the wolves attack!
This is less than half of Alexander Calder’s mammoth mobile in the National Gallery of Art’s East Building. The thing is just breath-taking. Now the architecture of the East Building mostly ticks me off. The layouts of the galleries are often awkward, and finding the entrance to those galleries is about as easy as navigating a MC Esher painting come to life. But the atrium is another story; it is simply an astounding piece of work. One of the reasons why is the kaleidoscope patterns of light and shadows the faceted skylights create. Ever hour and every day the place becomes a whole new piece of art.
Down in our building’s laundry room there’s these two book shelves — a graveyard for books people don’t want but can’t bare to throw away. Often the books should just be put out of their misery, but occasionally you’ll find a gem. Like the 1972 “Bullwinkle” Little Golden Book which cost only 39 cents. And look up on the end of the top shelf — that’s a 1933 printing of “The Arabian Nights”. I’ll be rescuing both if they’re still there in a week.
We passed by this building on the way to lunch at Tip Top in downtown Columbus, and the brass work was so amazing that I had to stop and snap a photo. It makes me so happy to see old buildings that are properly looked after, though it’s too bad they haven’t restored that cute little clock.
Also found downtown: This awesome Mr. Peanut neon sign.
This sign in the Jimmy Johns window in Syracuse made me smile and remember the good ol’ days … of smelling. I haven’t had a sense of smell in over a year and have spent gobs of money at the ENT trying to fix that (and other probably more important things.) Perhaps one day the smells will be free again.
A nasty non-flu virus wiped out a third of our office, and in typical Michael fashion, I seemed to have it worse than most. I love that this new thermometer lights up red when you have a fever (green if you don’t.)
I make exactly one cassoulet a year using a modified version of Julia Child’s recipe. It’s amazing delicious, but it takes at least two days to make and you can really only stomach to eat it for at most three meals. Basic recipe here.