That's the new supermarket that Kelly and I went to after Kevin reported that Boisy, who was born in Mexico and who has pretty much always lived among Mexicans and Mexican-Americans, had gone there and said something like, "You've never seen so many Mexicans in your life." It's true, too. Kelly did actual grocery shopping there, coming home with things like sodas, beer, and canned chipotle chiles, but I think I had the better haul: A giant (and I mean sofa-cushion-sized) pink concha (sweet bread) for $1.69 (!) and a tub of tamarind-and-chile candy for Dave. He took one bite of the golf-ball sized candy and spit out a tamarind seed. Turns out that the candy is basically whole, dried tamarind, rolled into balls with sugar and salt and chile. Yum!
This is the car of the new clay studio employee, whose name I can't remember now. (Ethan? Evan? Something like that.) I like the guy (we spoke for all of about four seconds), but pretty much you can tell from his car that he's a college-aged art student. Which is fine. Starving artists make the world go 'round.
As opposed to the charmingly painted car above, this little display pisses me off. Let me explain: This approximately foot-high bit of ugliness was sitting on one of the communal work tables in the studio with a note saying something like, "Please don't touch." Sounds pretty innocuous, right? But no, it's not. This is a communal art studio with a limited work space for many, many artists. That mean that you don't get to leave your shit laying around when you're not working on it because if you do, you potentially inconvenience a lot of people. That is really selfish and unprofessional. And in this case, it's doubly insulting because the work is hideous.
And just to take it down a notch: This is Lola, one of Kelly Workout's new kittens, reclining on my lap. Lola is a little doll who will climb all over you in search of some sweet, sweet loving. She is practically the perfect kitten that way.
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