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And, now, three photos of a dog that exhibits none of the personality traits of his owners:
We went to the next town over for a bit of adventuring this weekend. On the way back we stopped for a quick snack. I saw this flier. Some people should just try harder:
Also, the gentleman in front of me had this shirt on:
It seems the least they could do, but be glad for it, I suppose.
We have a nice big flowerbed in the front yard. One side of the house is lined with bushes and flowers. And there’s a little herb garden off the back. So far we’ve just sat back and watched it all grow:
Maybe we’ll do something of our own with it one day.
I’m not sold on the food. But we went to a burger and wing place near the office. One of my new colleagues said it was better before they changed the bread. This probably should say more about the deep respect in which I should hold my co-worker’s food opinions than anything about the restaurant. Different, and thus, apparently, inferior bread or not, they sear the buns:
Chicken mushroom swiss, with bacon.
I do not always understand art. Seldom, do I understand art, more probably. I’ve come to enjoy one explanation of art, even as I now only paraphrase it and can’t properly attribute it. Art, said the forgotten-by-me sage, is intended to be transportive, to take you away from your world and into another.
Or some such thing like that. It is a nice idea. And so, when I see this on the IU campus I think I have been placed inside a giant Hot Wheels track:
Here’s the door and sign of the old building. The Media School will be moving out of there in a few days:
And here’s Franklin Hall, the new building. It was built in 1907, has been a library and an administrative building, and is now coming out of a three-year, $21 million renovation. That’s where the Media School is moving to:
My office is around back from there. But much more impressive, inside, is the main atrium, which is dominated by a 26-foot by 12-foot by 4-inches thick screen with six Directv tuners. You can do presentations via computers and play video games on this guy, too:
Opposite that main entrance above is the Jordan River. (They really should call it a creek, but when in Rome … )
This little creek runs around my office, which sits on one of the building’s back corners:
