Taking a wide-eyed trip to the See Ling Museum this morning. We're greeted by the animated piece featuring a GI standing at attention then morphing into a sad sack sitting on his duffel bag, the work of artist Drew Peacock. Moving along, we see the room with the series dubbed Testosterama with magnificent clashes as imagined by artist Craven Moorhead. After a short break we venture into the room filled with oil paintings laced with gals with open shirts thanks to our guy Barry MacCockner. Nothing like these moments sucking in the appreciation for fine art.

Another open-eyed morning at the Pack diligently trying to avoid mucking up in the past by forcing imagination into the room. Previous postings show how my taste as a life-long Titist skews the graphics in that mammalian-kinda direction, but so what? We've entered into the last quarter and happy just to be where I am.