San Fran Love, Part 11: the SFMOMA
But Eddie, is it Art? The Boy and I went to the SFMOMA our last full day in San Francisco,
But Eddie, is it Art? The Boy and I went to the SFMOMA our last full day in San Francisco,
Hey thurrrr. “It’s Friday…you ain’t got no job, and you ain’t got shit to do!” Here we is at the
Here’s a silhouette of Maggie that I pulled out of my butt painted the other day. I had planned on
Here I am discussing the backstory of the Corinne portrait (in the back of my car–which Corinne’s roommate’s dog later
Dressed up to go out to dinner Saturday night for the Boy’s birthday. He had a coupon for Black Angus,
Occasionally I get bit by the consumerism bug (I’m only human! And…Amurican!). This time it happened at “Cost Plus”, which
Welp, here it is: that pesky Raynaud’s I’m always blathering about. Note the bone-white center finger. “Gross,” remarked the Boy