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Saturday, December 30, 2006

Marshall Fields

Friday, December 8, 2006

Bayer Goes to Baghdad

My Greek Tutor left for Baghdad yesterday. He's going to select Fulbright Scholars there. I made him this card. We have Greek at 9AM on friday so Mr. Bayer would always bring us donuts sort of as an incentive to come to class. Unfortunatley we'll have a new tutor next semester who in all do likelyhood will not be so generous.

I can't decide whether or not I should make it a series. I think it would go really well in the Moon (our student magazine), but it would also probably get really offensive really fast because I know absolutly nothing about Iraq.


Thursday, December 7, 2006


I drew this elephant for Aaron This past weekend. That was when he was still planning to go home next friday. Its strange how quickly a persons life can change. By Monday he was going home this coming Sunday, to see her before she died. She couldn't talk but his Father believed she could still hear what they were saying. She died. Yesterday morning. I skipped my 1:00 to be with him. He went to the registrar to tell them he would have to miss the rest of his classes while I packed his bag. He bought me 12 packs of juice squeeze. We went out for indian food to celebrate our anniversery. After some heavy drug and alcohol abuse we fell asleep next to each other. I drove him to the airport as the sun came up. We didn't say much. Elliott Smith was playing. The wind in Albuqurque made it hard to say goodbye. I wished him luck and somehow ended up back here.

I can't be here.

Friday, December 1, 2006

Illustration Friday: Might