Don't throw this away.
Posted April 28, 2011 at 7:25pm
So the other day there was a giant heap of a cardboard lying in one of the hallways of my uni’s art building. Just... a pile of cardboard. There were a couple janitors standing around the heap, scratching their heads about what to do with the...thing. They started talking to one of my art professors to figure out what was going on with the heap.
I came up to him after he finished talking to the janitors and asked what was up with the cardboard thingy. Apparently, it was some art students “project” and was labeled “Don’t throw this away, it’s art.” The student never came to pick up his “project” and the janitors were getting sick of looking at it. My professor was just giving them the O.K. to remove the eyesore.
I joked around with my professor for a while about labeling random things as art and instructing not to throw it away. Now I actually want to do it. Leave a little pile of leaves in the middle of a hallway and stick a label on it saying “Don’t throw this away, it’s art.” Of course, I encourage everyone reading this to the same. Spread the joy of art, and labels.
Posted April 21, 2011 at 3:25pm
April showers bring May flowers. I don’t know what April snow showers bring, but that’s what we got. Too much snow. In fact, any snow in April is too much snow. This past Monday, it was starting to look a little like Spring around here. Then Tuesday came and with it was inches and inches of snow, blanketing us once more.
In light of this, I will be issuing an official Mr. Lovenstein contest!
Here’s how to enter. All you have to do is pay for a plane ticket to fly me to your house, and then let me live there for free until June. If selected you’ll win the chance to get to live with the creator of Mr. Lovenstein, J. L. Westover! He smells like peaches! Fuzzy peaches!!
This contest will go until June 1st, 2011. Don’t let this opportunity pass you by, enter today!
Soap Foam Master.
Posted April 18, 2011 at 8:13am
This morning got me thinking about age. I kinda slipped a bit in the shower and while I didn't fall, I comically flapped my limbs around to find balance. But if I was 85, that could have been it man. My life would have been flashing before my eyes. The one pleasant thought would be knowing I died completely naked with maybe a soap foam beard or something.