Can someone explain to me how it can be that NONE of the art history reference texts I'm looking up periods and styles in makes mention of Diego Rivera? I mean, not one of those obscure artists who worked in anonymity...

That's bizarre. I don't know about other parts of the US, but in California reproduction of his work are everywhere and a lot of the murals in public spaces are not only influenced by him but make deliberate references to specific paintings.

OMG! The new person on ER, maybe, Rosalez? Looks so freaking much like a good friend from high school from certain angles. To the point where out of the corner of my eye, the idea flashed that he had quit being a lawyer to act? He never acted! popped into my head.

But I can do this. Really. She's a good and determined (necessary with me) friend.

Are you going to need a wakeup call? I have free weekends.

Hehe. If I can go back to sleep with my cats and alarm blaring, no wakeup call will help. But thank you!

I figure guilt will get me. And then I'll get used to the trip so I can see her new house.

edit: I get up every morning at 7 to shoot the cat. It's the going back to bed that nails me.

I have a bunch of boxes at work, I'll grab them on Friday if you need them.

Oh, that'd be excellent.

We still need to tour facilities, don't we? I'm sorry I flaked last weekend.

I am totally willing to tell you where to put things

I'm of a mind to show people the new apartment and the old apartment, and poll for organisation ideas.

The new person on ER, maybe, Rosalez?

Is he the one macking on Abby? I like him.

Hey, I've gotten people up over the phone before. "ARE YOU UP? ARE YOU STANDING UP? ARE YOU OUT OF BED? STAND UP NOW. GO INTO THE OTHER ROOM. ARE YOU UP YET??"

Nope. Totally new guy, I think, ita. He's even short like my friend was. I still think of him as a good few inches shorter than me, though he has a couple on me now.

So, I watched Frontline's Company of Soldiers the other night. At this ER is an interesting comparison. Fiction vs reality.

. "ARE YOU UP? ARE YOU STANDING UP? ARE YOU OUT OF BED? STAND UP NOW. GO INTO THE OTHER ROOM. ARE YOU UP YET??"

I slept through banging pots and room invasion and screaming in college. Sure, I dreamed I was under attack and was terrified, but I slept through it.

Scared the shit out of my suitemates. At one point, they checked for a pulse. I don't recall that point.

He's even short like my friend was.

They're all short! Teeny tiny pocket people! Tiny!

Also GET OUT OF BED!!!!

They're all short! Teeny tiny pocket people! Tiny!

K is 5'8". Not tall, but slight. Or he was. But in school together, he was barely 5'2" for so long I got used to that.