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17 February 2013 @ 09:20 am
Yesterday I biked to figure studio and was somewhat disappointed.  The model was a ghastly skinny boy I've encountered a couple of times before.  His body is grotesquely thin, like an Auschwitz victim, and drawing him is vaguely repellent.  Gay was going to pick up me and my bike at 12:30, but I called and talked her into coming an hour early.


We went out to Tioga for lunch.  It's an interesting neighborhood, built all at once, perhaps to provide a kind of upper-middle-class environment a comfortable distance from Gainesville's complicated social mix.  I googled it and found this –

Michael Diaz and his son Luis dreamed of a neighborhood that gives people open space, gathering places including parks, a town square and a group of community shops.They envisioned homes whose architecture are as individual as the people who live in them.
Town of Tioga is a 21st Century community inspired by human needs and desires with the style of an old southern town. Their dream was to create a neighborhood where people have a chance to be friendly neighbors and foster a sense of trust throughout the community.

-- which is fair enough.  The place does have a lot of architectural variety.  The houses are a little close together for my taste, but that's the price of land nowadays.

(It may look like de facto segregation, but I don't think so; the people in the town center, at least, seem to comprise a normal mix of races for suburban northern Florida.)

They had a kind of street fair going on, a winter festival.  We wandered through looking at paintings and sculpture and various kinds of fair food.  I succumbed to my addiction and bought a hand-made fountain pen, a lovely thing with a barrel of turned koa wood (picture on LiveJournal).  It has a good German iridium nib.

We went to a tapas-style restaurant there I've been wanting to try.  High points for weirdness; it's a fusion of Mediterranean, Asian, and South American styles, called Saboré.  I had duck breast chunked in a molé sauce with a stack of little tortillas, spicy and good; Gay went for raw tuna stacked on oriental vegetables, also good but a little too spicy for her.  Pretty good lunch wine list; a generous glass of French ordinary red for eight bucks.

Curious for Florida, the temperature nose-dived during the hour we were in the restaurant.  We've been enjoying the seventies and even eighties for a couple of weeks, but that's over.  This morning we even had frost.  It's 32 degrees at 8:00, and will only get up into the fifties.  (Temporary aberration, though; tomorrow they forecast a high of 61, and 77 the next day, and up in the eighties again by Thursday.)

Back to work.  Happy Sunday.

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