One of the more interesting things I 've seen from Carl Andre

Carl Andre, 8 Blocks and Stones, 1973

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Two and a half months later, my nephew is crawling

The weirdest things have been happening to me since I last updated this blog. If you live in the Pacific Northwest, then you've heard about the "winter blast" so many times you're ready to bury your head in that very snow. Second, I've been flying around, using my arms, not an airplane, and investigating MFA programs (jk about the arms part... I have wings). The fact that I have seen so many new places in the last few weeks still feels surreal. And when I landed back home after a trip to California with Kim, I received a video of my clumsy, yet newly mobile nephew tripping on his clothes as he slowly moved across the floor for the first time. I immediately drove to the house of my best friends and nephew, only to pull the old "carrot on a stick routine." Observe. He likes shiny objects. A baby learning to crawl probably isn't shocking. But the #3 weird thing that has happened to me is if you know me well. I've never expressed an interest in having children of my own. Yet, I would do about anything for this little guy. It is because of this ball of energy that I have more tolerance for a screaming child at the mall, and the kid who inevitably is running around the store with breakable items.