Few things in life make me happier than Asian babies.

Dahlia, Adam, and I are renting a Zipcar and heading down to Duke to see our favorite Dukies for MLK weekend.

I miss dragon-eyed fruit.

And baozi. Samanfar told me she'd teach Connie and I. YESSS.

Oh, and I feel like El Greco today.

I've started a wall of polaroids in my room. Alexia and Dahlia marveling here at their portraits.

Snig and I hung some new paintings in my room above my bed. Max watched while we hammered and leveled.


In other news I'm copiously reading Paradise Lost. Love it. The Prof let me into the class because I of my ballsyness. For sure taking Stats and Human Emotion. Maybe Micro. Maybe East Asian Lit and Film. Maybe Poetry since 1950. Not Figure Drawing. Or any Art courses. I tried to walk to the art school today and turned around. I'm taking a semester off to remember what I like about making things. I need to recover after Reed. I'm extemely jetlagged and cookied. Mom sent Neiman Marcus secret-recipe cookies. When I eat them I feel enveloped by her love.