Don't Move Here: March Radness.

Not really. Although, there have been some great things happening in the month of March. Like when a girl I work with forces out this guttural cough on Monday mornings between 9:15 a.m. and 11:30 a.m.. In all honesty it only occurs between that 2 hour and 15 minute stretch on Mondays. Yuck. Working in an office cracks me up. There are a lot of things funnier than two people that share offices side-by-side and call each other on their lines to chat about the weekend, but that one is pretty damn funny. My favorite office related quote thus far has been, "I think I'm going to stay later this week. I stayed late last week and got, like, SO much work done." Which came immediately after three hours. Yes, three hours, chatting about various weekend goings on. Incredible. Needless to say, and rather obvious, office work, is not like The Office, what-so-ever. Yet, I do enjoy each aspect of office life. Especially wearing them fancy clothes.

Back, oh I don't know, three weeks ago now? Yeah, that sounds about right. I mailed in my Peace Corps Medical Package. That was a weight carried away. Like Xzibit carries the weight, hard.

Ready Freddy.

Mailing this out, rocked.

Boston continues to occupy the better half of my weeks. In all sense of the term. Friday, March 19th was a killer night in particular. We biked across town towards South Station to hit up a gallery opening for my buddy Sherman. Wedged between a serious dive bar and across the street its polar opposite, the Lot F Gallery on 145 Pearl St. Apt 4 winds itself up a wide, yet narrow and steep staircase to an apartment gallery. Run by Felipe Ortiz? I think. Maybe. Or not, a dude that lives there. There might be a bedroom there somewhere. Either way. Showing from 7:00p.m. to 11:00p.m. the 4D show featured Glass pieces, paintings, robotic action figures, and poorly painted skateboards. Free beer was provided for anyone with I.D., which was killer, and an ill turn out. Anyway. Here are the pictures of Sherman's work I snipped from my buddy Austin M. Steele's spacebook.