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Have you ever had someone say something to you and you weren’t sure if it was a harmless comment or if they were being a dick? Yesterday afternoon the old guy in the office next to mine was leaving for the weekend and asked if I had any plans for New Year’s Eve, and told me that whatever I did, try to stay a little sober. “Ha, I’ll do my best,” is pretty much how I replied, and I didn’t think anything of it until this morning. We had our office Christmas party a couple weeks ago, and my boss told me Monday morning that he’d heard I had been a little “disoriented” by the time I left. Now I had had three beers, but I was there for like four hours and had had a huge meal, so I was perfectly okay to drive. So I find myself wondering if Old Man River was just assuming that because I’m in my mid-twenties that I would be out drinking, or if he had also heard I was a little tipsy from the party and was making a crack. I guess I’d have to ask him to find out, and I might have to jump his shit if his response was unsatisfactory, so I’ll just let it go this time.

I was reading my latest issue of Smithsonian Magazine earlier today, and they had an article in there about Columbus, IN, which is about 45 min to an hour away from me. Apparently, according to the American Institute of Architects, Columbus is the sixth most architecturally significant city in the US (behind Chicago, New York, San Francisco, Boston, and Washington, D.C.) despite having a population of only 39,000. Now I feel like a bastard for having never been down there to visit; maybe I’ll do that when it warms up.

I just found an awesome collection of Depression-era photographs that are in full color. It’s very strange seeing things in color that, to this point, I’ve only seen in black and white. I put a couple samples below, and you can find the entire gallery here. Incredibly interesting if you ask me.