oh....

that explains the whole not-having-relationships thing. well, there are other factors, but this one has a better graphic.
whew, what a relief.

San Antonio on a Rainy Day

I found another drawing tucked away in my great-grand-uncle's 1918 Proverbs calendar (which by the way is really sour grapes. ie, "Set not too high the value of your own abilities," "Two of a trade seldom agree," "Poverty is the mother of all arts," "The rotten apple injures its companion," and so many more.). This is also by Cressley (photo: left), a man I could have met, as I met his sister, my great-grandmother Manna (Lucille; curiously, my other great-grandmother on that side was Lulu) before she passed. Cressley was lost before his 20th year in World War I, and I like to think he was sketching over there, and somewhere (maybe France) someone else has more of his delightful little sketches. My two younger brothers (born 3 years apart the same day) celebrate their birthday tomorrow, and I cannot imagine life without them. And they can both draw (they share a birthday with da Vinci as well)! One of these days I will post their childhood drawings. :)

syncro-vox and cartoon history

I didn't think that Clutch Cargo was the cartoon with the Eskimo that I remembered from my childhood. It was also in Pulp Fiction, briefly. But it is Clutch Cargo. I think "they" are trying to submerge the part of the series that involves this character, as it is not politically correct. But it is so silly. I think in all fairness that the white people are silly too. Anyway I am very happy to find this and share it. I know it will not fail to enchant all who clap eyes on it.

Clutch Cargo - Arctic Bird Giant Part 1
Uploaded by DwightFrye

pea soup*

ok, so stuffwhitepeoplelike is funny to a certain extent but it is mean spirited and unreasonable. it would seem to be saying the old high school thing- 'nothing is cool.' okay, good. but if these whitepeople are trying to change the world, be it supporting independent movies, 'consciousness' rap, wondering how to help poor people, getting healthcare for everyone, encouraging cultural exchange, removing poisons from the soil, etc.; by the way they spend their money or vote or otherwise, what is your problem with them? why deride them? why should they care, anyway? because you are going to make them self-conscious and they won't feel clever or unique etc. etc.? you will foil their plans!? and what is the racial identity of the blogger anyway, and why the conspiracy to 'get white people to like you'? why would you want that? 

(ps: whitepeoplestufflike, you forgot BLOGS. white people love blogging, they think everyone wants to spend all of their free time hearing every clever, ironic, sarcastic, snarky thought every other white person thinks, especially if it has been cannibalized from another media outlet like The New York Times. Respond, whitepeople, respond! Oh, you amuse me! How clever! I am being sarcastic too! HEE HEE WHAT FUN!!!)

now, a brilliant idea! Brought to you by the Necronomicon.

THE CONJURATION OF THE MOUNTAINS OF MASHU

(A spell to cause consternation in the Enemy (annoying blogger), and confuse his thoughts. It is also a binding, that the evil sorcerer may not see his spells work their desired ends, but melt away like honey or wax. These mountains are called SHADU, and are the hiding places of the Serpents of KUR. A spell to cause ultimate destruction.)

SHADU YU LIKTUMKUNUSHI

SHADU YU LIKLAKUNUSHI

SHADU YU LINI YIX KUNUSHI

SHADU YU KI YIXSI KUNUSHI

SHADU YU LITE KUNUSHI

SHADU YU LINI KUNUSHI

SHADU YU LINIR KUNUSHI

SHADU YU LIKATTIN KUNUSHI

SHADU YU DANNU ELIKUNU LIMQUT

INA ZUMRI YA LU YU TAPPARRASAMA!

Let's see if this works! It won't. But eventually people will simply lose interest. People don't look at my blog. At all. I don't care. Good night.

*pea soup is slang for absinthe. white people looooove absinthe.

conditions

I don't mind if my secretary has a dinosaur for a head on her head, but that is not how we use the tape dispenser. Totally inappropriate and unprofessional. And I overheard that dinosaur using the phone to make a personal call.

something

say something

wrapped

the sign project has ended, and i feel a sense of emptiness. so on to the next thing.

still working on that letterform sculpture. here is my statement on that one:

"this project was inspired by Frederick Goudy's engravings of the letter G, from 7th century uncial to Goudy's own 20th century type design. that is the form the project takes, but the overarching concept is that of a blob defined by OED as 'an indeterminate mass or shape.' a blob is also 'a drop of a thick liquid or viscous substance,' which brings to mind the concept of evolution, of mankind's origins as primordial soup, and the painful climb of civilization, which language has brought us the history of, both in written and oral tradition. letters evolved from brushstrokes, and from one language to another, their unfamiliarity can make them resemble nothing more than a blob on a page, an arbitrary mark. words and the symbols that compose them- signifiers- are arbitrary, and can never take the shape of the signified. so blobs they will always be, regardless of their seeming evolution. is the refinement of letterforms lateral movement, is it pointless? why haven't they changed again yet? is this a symbol of mankind's current developmental inertia?"

and i still have to find the right way to connect the pieces. so more to come on that one. it's just that i savor the satisfaction of completing each piece, and the individual flavor of each one. and yes, i like resting on my laurels before i leave the plateau.