The Cat That Ate Greater Atlanta

This morning at 4 AM I woke to the sickening sounds of my cat, Cricket, eating a factory wrapped copy of Mark Steinmetz's book, Greater Atlanta, which was sitting innocently on the nightstand, bothering neither man nor beast. I love Mark's work, and his books sell out right away, so I bought a copy that I planned  to keep pristine in its wrapper. Now Cricket has shattered all those cherished plans with his dagger like teeth.  Why couldn't he have chowed down on a Photoshop text book? Or some God awful tome on theory that promised but failed to deliver enlightenment. Maybe he was still hungary after eating a bit of Timothy O'Sullivan and a dab of Hanna Hoch.  Cricket is now an outdoor cat. But one with good taste.

From the Vault

Purple

Hearth

4/21/11 The Sound of Music

4/20/11 Misdemeanors

4/19/11 Red Bird Reach

4/18/11 Killing Time

4/16/11 Primary Colors

4/14/11 From the Vault II

4/12/11 From the Vault

4/11/11 Insomnia III

4/10/12

4/9/11

Back to blue.

4/8/11

Trying to move from blue to orange.

4/6/11

4/5/11

4/4/11

I'm constantly oppressed by the small stuff -- the tyranny of the to do list.  Checking off errands is oddly satisfying until I realize that all I am doing is maintaining the status quo - keeping the house stocked with toothpaste and paying bills so the electricity doesn't get cut off.  A vicious circle of filling the car with gas and letting the dog out.  I'm trying to find some sort of beauty in the minutia. 

4/3/11

4/2/11

4/1/11

Opening Day, Little League