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My car’s a ‘GT’ edition with a 4-cylinder engine. Now I’m no mechanic, but isn’t that kind of like putting a spoiler on a lawn mower?

My Girlfriend's Super Crafty

grown-uplessons:

Ever since I rescued it from a yard sale last September, I’ve had what I’ve fondly referred to as “the ugliest painting in the world” hanging in my bedroom. Fear of breaking my camera lens kept me from photographing it, but trust me: It was bad. Greens, browns and pinks swirled together in an impressionistic interpretation of, well, something ugly, probably, and some sort of liquid had dripped down one side, making the paint run. It was probably the tears of the artist when she realized what a monstrosity she had parented.

My intention ever since has been to make use of the rather large canvas and to paint something of my own. Everyone knows that real grown-ups have original art hanging in their homes, and the only original art I can afford is my own.

I opted for something geometric and cheery, wanting to create the exact opposite of the indiscernible and gloomy mess that still hides behind a thick layer of gesso.

I used a compass to create a sort of modern flower pattern and had to use several coats using very teensy, tiny brushes. It was tedious, but totally worth it when I’d finally finished painting the frame, which was cheap-looking before, a nice sleek black. Voilà!

Dad Goes To Washington

This morning, my dad got up around 4:45 to catch a flight from the Akron-Canton Airport. He was on his way to Washington, D.C., where he’s meeting with Senator Sherrod Brown (D-OH) to present some ideas on health care reform, specifically as it pertains to his insurance.

This is my dad’s most indisputable area of expertise, and he’s been quietly and soberly shaping his ideas for health care reform since long before it was a buzzword. Or at least since the last time it was a buzzword.

I don’t know much about his proposal; I copyedited a version of it years ago, but I was too young to understand the big picture stuff. But I couldn’t be more proud of him. Instead of listening to cheap talk radio and yelling at people on TV or tweeting nonsense 140 characters at a time (like I do), he’s thinking constructively about a critical issue and talking to an elected representative.

Even if his ideas about health care are dead wrong, he is an exemplary American.