My brother the misunderstood artist

My brother has a photo that's a finalist in the Washingtonian's August sports-themed photo contest. His photo is the one of the mascot. Go vote.

Like many artists, he is not without his brushes with the seamier side of life. Go read his account.

To answer the first question I had: he didn't use the bathroom in the apartment because a roommate was in the shower.

What did I do today? I got a fridge, I paid tuition for two of my three kids, and I spent far too long in traffic doing so. I also applied for three more jobs that I won't get, either. No pages done.

Bonus Jewish joke of the day:

"I had the strangest dream last night," a young Jewish man was telling his Jewish psychiatrist. "I saw my mother but, when she turned around to look at me, I noticed that she had your face. And you can imagine, I found this very disturbing. In fact, I woke up immediately and couldn't get back to sleep. I just lay there in bed waiting for morning to come."

He took a deep breath. "Then I got up, had a piece of toast, and came right over here for my appointment. I thought you could help me explain the meaning of this strange dream."

The psychiatrist was silent for a moment before responding in an annoyed tone: "A piece of toast!? You call that a breakfast!?"