somber and humorless.

I never feel like writing when i use the Internet because it has this heavy draining effect on my curiosity/intellect.
Anyway.
I babysat tonight. Poor fellow, he spent half an hour agonizing.. otherwise know as pooping in his diaper. His face contorted and turned several shades of pink and his body was stiff as a board. I love him a lot.
The title of this entry comes from a description of Rachel Whiteread as an artist in this article http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/17/arts/design/17Whit.html?ref=arts

I really wish i could go see this installation or I just wish I made it.

I applied to be a secretary at the Slow Food office, I anticipate no response as always.

This is just crazy.. http://www.56leonardtribeca.com/#/intro