Wafting Fried Foods at Work

I work at a glass studio in a very busy commercial area of Midtown. The studio is very chill, and we have a great view of the city (MSG is right outside).

So every morning, around 11 a.m., this THING happens where a thick wave of grease drifts into the studio from the street level fast food restaurants. It's this incredibly thick smell that just screams "4 CHICKEN WINGS WITH FRIED RICE, FRIED HARD!!". I think about the cooks at Fay Da Bakery greasing it up for the Chinese food buffet lunch and Wendy's fries getting soggy crisp in their nasty deep fryers. And then I get mad hungry.

I wonder how every one in the studio feels about this...

Montreal +/- Pictures

I wanted to make a slideshow, but Blair (my laptop) is a bit slow. Enjoy! Totally random order.

Conrad and Jesse's apartment.


Would you like more tea?


Montreal triplexes=color.


Caption reads: "Montreal--Wish You Were Here!"
Nothing like a St. Patrick's Day special with cold beers in paper bags.


Waiting for the train.


My birthday dinner--Vegan BLT. Coconut bacon, who knew?


Usine106 Gallery/Artist Space.


YUM CHA!! Tea squirrels.


Brick oven bagels at St. Viateur Bagels.


SNOW STORM.


OLD SCHOOL. This is how you occupy yourself on snow days.


Sarah and I walked across this random and creepy bridge.


Sarah with Conrad's nephew, Angelo.


Ray and me at a New Year's dinner.


Hey, look there!


Sarah's cat, Orangello. He's a very popular outdoor cat on a leash. Super cute.


Atop Mont Royal.


The master Mark Matthews and his careful apprentice. (A reverse chevron marble--it's WAY harder than it looks. You have to use muscles you never thought you had.)


Maple candy! They usually have this up north, but it was a goodies stand for Nuit Blanche (3-day, all-night Winter Festival).


Super. Cute.


Last meal in Montreal--vegetarian Indian food!! YUM!!


The hot shop at Espace Verre.


The coolest low-key hipster lounge/bar ever. Their open mic was the worst one I've ever experienced. But isn't that a good thing?


Beautiful sculpture at Montreal Museum of Fine Art.


Art at Nuit Blanche.


Espace Verre. It's in an old fire station.


Mark Matthew's last marble set. Check out the Duro White!!


De la Commune street.


Jesse (Conrad's roommate) a.k.a. Ultimate 90s Guy.


Conrad's dad showing me a slideshow of his work. (He's a professional traditional Polish dancer and instructor.)

Bad Awakenings

My lastest dreams have been very confusing. More past friends and acquaintances are showing up to play obscure characters in the dreams. When I wake up from them, I feel very shocked and vulnerable. I wish I could remember the dream sequences, but that would just freak me out even more. It feels as if I can't shake off the feelings the dreams give me on a subconscious level.

I feel very lost.