I won't even acknowledge the time that's lapsed since my last post (it's been much too much), but I needed some time to process and love and revel in my Paris time. And time to juice the Jamba and embroider and watch a bit of tv. Oh the tv. Here's the truth of the matter: there are some crap shows on the tube . . .but then again there are good ones . . .really, really good ones. I am of the Project Runway (PR, which started again last Thursday, I don't even think I need to say anything about how excited I've been about that), So You Think You Can Dance school of thought. You know, the idea that the show ought to have some kind of contest element but really features the creative process of brilliant, sometimes neurotic but always interesting characters who beg for me to become invested . . . and I get invested. Boy howdy, do I ever get invested.Well, a new show has come into my life. A new vice as it were and a new set of people who have no idea of who I am but who I love and whose future I really care about. Bravo TV has done it again and this time it's called Work of Art (or affectionately known as Our Art Show, here on Alexander's Tr.). [There's the whole art-making crew, along with the judges, host and Tim Gunn-esque figure. Don't you just want to watch them make art all day? I sure do.] Think PR but only with visual art. Squeal!! I lalalove it! And I'm basically in love as well. (as I write this, I shake my head at myself for putting so much of my emotional self into a tv program. But c'est la vie). Who/what am I in love with? Well I'm in love with the creative process, the art and the idea that the winner will have a show in the Brooklyn Museum of Art (what a great prize) but I'm mostly in love with a few people . . .or rather person. I suppose it's rather embarrassing to admit, but with so much neurotic adorableness about, who can blame me? There he is. Miles. Miles the adorable, obsessive compulsive artist just oozing with talent and funny sayings and just . . .well . . .look at him. He wears plaid and this grandpa cardigan. And. And. Well. Just look.

I know what you're thinking: Fat sack of aproned preciousness. Right? And don't I know it.

Sure he crazy, but the guy can take a nap because he feels overwhelmed and then wake up with a stroke of genius idea that he inevitably executes in the most meaningful way. Basically, he could be my best friend. Do they have one like him at BYU? But don't take my word for it. Watch it, love it. And I'll even let you love Miles . . .