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Eighteen years ago today my father passed. I was eleven years old. Now that my first child is on the way, I think about what kind of father I’m going to be. I’ve learned from the mistakes he made. I’m ready.
I ordered a slice of white pizza for lunch. Apparently, the slice felt it necessary to break apart. Points off for presentation. I drew the pizza man because he had this huge mustache.
My wife and I had a bunch of people over Friday night. I made rum punch. It was hailed as ‘awesome’ by many guests. I had a little too much (photos not available.)
Recipe available upon request.
In town for ActionScript training.
Eating breakfast at this little coffee shop. I started drawing some of the customers. The waitress asked about them and we had a small chat about art. When she gave me my check, she said “keep up the drawin’ hon.”
I tipped her well.
A freak storm uprooted trees and knocked out power throughout the neighborhood. My school does not accept ‘power outage’ as an excuse to miss assignments. So, I worked by candlelight. It was actually fun. No fridge hum. No TV. No internet. Just me and the Moleskine.
My current assignment is to communicate a political, social, enviormental, or economic fact using ONLY type. I chose domestic abuse. It was fun to stamp on the paper against the sidewalk. It messed up the ink on the paper, and gave me a nice roughed up texture on the paper. I scanned in some torn edges, but took them out, for fear of points deducted. The assignment only said type.
Sidenote: I’ve drawn every day now since I started. I feel a sense of personal accomplishment.
I read in an article that Imperial Beach, CA has been labeled as a death beach. What that means is, sewage from neighboring Tijuana flows into the IB waters. Basically, if you swim the waters, you may get some sort of illness. It’s sad to think of my childhood town as a death beach.
These are strange days we’re living. I sure could use a vaction from this three-ring circus. We talk about things going from bad to worse. Was there ever a time when everything was fine? What kind of world will our new child grow up in?
Painting by Alex Grey
I try not to let my circumstance rule me, but I guess I don’t have a choice. It sounds like I’m playing the victim, but am I really a victim if I CHOOSE to be in that circumstance?
PS: I’ve drawn for five days strait. This is a new record.
See that in the pan? My wife made that. Large scallops with arugula pasta. It was resturant quality. Who knew I married a culinary artist. Yes, I’m bragging. But, I have every right to. She’s adventurous in the kitchen. I should be so lucky.
I also drew again today. My fourth consecutive day. I should get some sort of medal.
He was reading the stocks.
