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Wednesday, November 29, 2006


It snowed for the first time in Santa Fe today.

Sunday, November 19, 2006


I attracted three children to my side while drawing this. I guess I probably should have expected that when I chose to sit on the edge of a park. They had a dog named Asia. The youngest boy came up to me and watched me for a while. He exclaimed to his siblings that I was drawing the bridge and the rocks and the trees. Then he jumped down onto the bank of the raging santa fe river and asked his sister to come along and to bring "aeigh" (the dog). I asked him where he was off to and he told me he had important business at the pond. He walked 30 yards down the way just past this bridge. Then he stopped and started to build some kind of dam. It didn't take him very long because there were only four inches of water in the river.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Mr. Donahue's Library

My boss built his entire house himself, from the dirt it was sitting on. He has a climbing wall, a kiva fire circle, and a courtyard that is open to the outside in the summer and enclosed by windows in the winter. Not to mention an amazing library. This library is built with aspens and dirt, it has a giant window facing west with a window seat you can climb up into. Since I was little I've wanted a library like this one.

The way he talked about his house, it was as if he just decides to add another room, on a whim, and then does it. On top of all of this he runs a publishing company out of his office and has translated all of Kepler's Astronomia Nova.

He had the Lab Assistents over for Lasagna the other night. We walked out to his house, He lives in the mountains just past all of the rich people. He bought the land in the 70s when nothing else was there: six acres of land that would go for ten times as much now. I admire his lifestyle. When he wants to do something he just does it. If he needs another room on his house, he'll build it. If he can't find a publisher that will publish his translation the way he wants it, he'll start his own company.

And the stars. You can see them on campus, but on this man's property it is so dark that you can't see four inches in front of your face. I kept tripping because I was looking at the sky. The stars were overwhelming.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Greek & Scarves

This is a doodle from Greek class. The closer we get to winter break the harder it is for me to concentrate. I can't wait to go home. I really shouldn't have stayed in Santa Fe all summer. All I can think about (when I'm not weighed down by Aristotle) is how nice it would be to transfer to some normal college. It would be nice to get credit to travel abroad. It would be nice to take art classes. But alas. I can't leave St. John's. I just don't have it in me.

The Lotus-Eaters

I actually translated all of the text in this comic from the Greek.
Sorry if it's a bit blurry.

Slither no. 1