IMNOTQUITEJACK
I love this painting. Walton Ford does some really fascinating work.
Walton Ford, ‘Sensations of an Infant Heart’ 1999 (detail)
“When John James Audubon was a young boy, his stepmother’s pet monkey strangled Audubon’s favorite pet parrot. The monkey was kept chained after the incident. Later Audubon would write that the “sensations of my infant heart at this cruel sight were agony to me” and that the painful memory may have been one of the reasons he painted birds.”
My Mysterious Motivation
I ran 25 miles in the last 6 days. I haven’t done that since I was a teenager. As a thirty-something computer geek who is easily distracted, I’m grateful that there are always opportunities to re-invent yourself.
I love this:
“The more I focus on living, the less it seems I need.”

I’ve got a brand new apartment, and no significant furniture to speak of. I’m considering keeping it that way.
I don’t have cable TV anymore, and I don’t plan to invite groups of friends over just to watch television. I’m going to keep a dining table and chairs in the basement, and drag them up only for dinner parties. A two-person couch for reading or watching the occasional movie is plenty. No end tables, no coffee tables, no stand up lamps.
My new space is fantastic, but I want to live my life outside of it.
