Our design project was a success. I only wish that I could take a little more credit for it's modularity. I bought some red pencils just like the ones my prof uses, hopefully he'll think it's weird and switch to a new color. The local art store made me realize today that there is a fine line between good customer service and something that is just awkward as hell. I only want these people to escort me quickly to what it is that i am after, answer any questions i may have, etc. then WALK AWAY. I don't want some hippie grandma standing there ogling me hopefully me as i try to come up with a more dramatic reaction to finding what i came for. I have to write a paper for survey tonight.
Dad called just now with the Toronto plans, and I wish Sherrill's family were a little more country and a little more Texas; I would LOVE to shoot something out on the snow.
My brother's wedding was nice; the only serious comment i made to him all night was that he had better never wear a tie with a polo shirt again.
My sister-in-law's family is delightful?
I found out last week that the dean of the SoA has two offices, one in the 2nd floor suite of offices usually referred to as the "dean's office," and one much grander office on the fifth floor with it's own balcony overlooking the west mall. That's the office I want.

A photograph of the model Paul made superimposed on a photo of the site from below.

Somewhere near the site:









The deception with tact, just what are you trying to say?
You've got a blank face, which irritates
Communicate, pull out your party piece
You see dimensions in two
State your case with black or white
But when one little cross leads to shots, grit your teeth
You run for cover so discreet, why don't they:

Do what they say, say what you mean
One thing leads to another
You told me something wrong, I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another.

The impression that you sell
Passes in and out like a scent
But the long face that you see comes from living close
To your fears
If this is up then I'm up but you're running out of sight
You've seen your name on the walls
And when one little bump leads to shock miss a beat
You run for cover and there's heat, why don't they:

Do what they say, say what they mean
One thing leads to another
You told me something wrong, I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another
One thing leads to another

Then it's easy to believe
Somebody's been lying to me
But when the wrong word goes in the right ear
I know you've been lying to me
It's getting rough, off the cuff I've got to say enough's enough

Bigger the harder he falls
But when the wrong antidote is like a bulge on the throat
You runs for cover in the heat why don't they

Do what they say, say what they mean
One thing leads to another
You tell me something wrong, I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another
One thing leads to another
One thing leads to another