Thoughts on Andy Warhol posters
So, work is boring today, which is another way of saying that I'm having a hard time giving a shit about doing actual work. Instead, more lists!
1) My Andy Warhol poster -- actually an advertising piece from Corbis Images that just so happens to feature several Warhol photographs compiled in collage form -- is quite popular with my office mates. Everyone attempts to figure out who's who. Dolly Parton, Sylvester Stallone, Ahhhnold Schwarzenegger, Debbie Harry, John Denver, Cheryl Tiegs, and Dolly Parton are easy. But folks have a hard time identifying Ed Kennedy, Bianca Jagger, Warhol himself (in drag!), Basquiat (I don't work with artists, ya dig), Jane Fonda (ya gotta see her to believe it), Dennis Hopper, Al Hitchcock, and Truman Capote. Anyway, if you ever need an ice-breker for your office wall, I suggest going the Warhol route.
2) There are cobwebs all over my windowsill at work, yet I never see the actual culprits. Every week I brush aside the webs, and the next week they reappear.
3) This weekend I'm dragging M to a co-worker's wedding near my sister's home in Michigan City, Indiana. It's a Catholic wedding, which caused me concern. But the groom assures me it will be over in 45 minutes -- and there will be Three Floyd's on tap at the reception. We'll be spending the weekend at my sister's, possibly taking in the Indiana Dunes. I'm sure I'll play some hoops with my nephew, too, who has definitely passed me by in the past couple years. He's now a starter on his sophomore team, so I guess I shouldn't complain about him kicking my old, tired ass in ball. We'll be back in Champaign for the fireworks. Oh fucking boy!!
4) Did you other C-U residents already know about this? Having never lived in a big city, my introduction to Craig's List came a while ago through Amy Blair's hilarious column over at Black Table.
5) The fucking YMCA here sucks. It's either HOT or COLD in the workout room, the basketball court is constantly in use (except in the summer, when I don't need it), and the locker room/fitness room/jacuzzi room are continually overrun by naked elder statesmen. Seriously! I suppose I was just spoiled by the Canton YMCA, which features multiple basketball courts, few naked men working out, and a temperate climate. Not to mention a rock climbing wall, an indoor tennis court, and a track. Still, I have a hard time convincing myself to give my money to another gym. Despite the "M" and "C" in YMCA, it still seems wrong to shun the foundation that provided me with the fine opportunity to play organized basketball games in high school for, say, Gold's Gym. If the Y wasn't two blocks from my apartment, I'd probably have bolted by now, though.
1) My Andy Warhol poster -- actually an advertising piece from Corbis Images that just so happens to feature several Warhol photographs compiled in collage form -- is quite popular with my office mates. Everyone attempts to figure out who's who. Dolly Parton, Sylvester Stallone, Ahhhnold Schwarzenegger, Debbie Harry, John Denver, Cheryl Tiegs, and Dolly Parton are easy. But folks have a hard time identifying Ed Kennedy, Bianca Jagger, Warhol himself (in drag!), Basquiat (I don't work with artists, ya dig), Jane Fonda (ya gotta see her to believe it), Dennis Hopper, Al Hitchcock, and Truman Capote. Anyway, if you ever need an ice-breker for your office wall, I suggest going the Warhol route.
2) There are cobwebs all over my windowsill at work, yet I never see the actual culprits. Every week I brush aside the webs, and the next week they reappear.
3) This weekend I'm dragging M to a co-worker's wedding near my sister's home in Michigan City, Indiana. It's a Catholic wedding, which caused me concern. But the groom assures me it will be over in 45 minutes -- and there will be Three Floyd's on tap at the reception. We'll be spending the weekend at my sister's, possibly taking in the Indiana Dunes. I'm sure I'll play some hoops with my nephew, too, who has definitely passed me by in the past couple years. He's now a starter on his sophomore team, so I guess I shouldn't complain about him kicking my old, tired ass in ball. We'll be back in Champaign for the fireworks. Oh fucking boy!!
4) Did you other C-U residents already know about this? Having never lived in a big city, my introduction to Craig's List came a while ago through Amy Blair's hilarious column over at Black Table.
5) The fucking YMCA here sucks. It's either HOT or COLD in the workout room, the basketball court is constantly in use (except in the summer, when I don't need it), and the locker room/fitness room/jacuzzi room are continually overrun by naked elder statesmen. Seriously! I suppose I was just spoiled by the Canton YMCA, which features multiple basketball courts, few naked men working out, and a temperate climate. Not to mention a rock climbing wall, an indoor tennis court, and a track. Still, I have a hard time convincing myself to give my money to another gym. Despite the "M" and "C" in YMCA, it still seems wrong to shun the foundation that provided me with the fine opportunity to play organized basketball games in high school for, say, Gold's Gym. If the Y wasn't two blocks from my apartment, I'd probably have bolted by now, though.
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