An inquisitive old fart with a camera
About 500 meters from our front door, what looks like it can be only one thing: the base of a cell tower. I don’t like cell towers. I rarely use my cell phone. I have used one so little that I can still feel the numbness around my ear that no doubt you have long since gotten used to.
Tex, an amazingly bright guy, and amazingly talented artist, moved into this house mid-2008. Almost everything you see here was in the house then. Even the stack of cassette tapes in the corner.* None of this decor was even remotely to his tastes.
He was one of those people who gets rid of nothing.
* which reminds me of a person who moved here in 2007 from Canada. He brought a collection of 200 cassette tapes. He’s still trying to figure out what he was thinking.
long day, city
public hospital (friend)
finally home
blank screen beckons but
is just that: blank screen
no computer, cables, antennae
just there
blank screen
Since my wife posted one of my color grids over here, I thought I’d share an animated version, which, had I more imagination, might somehow find itself linked to an inspirational message about remaining true to yourself, yet adapting in what will — according to the egg-spurts — promise to be a most interesting year.
The color grid dates back to my college days, when I slaved with Prismacolor pencils, getting a few interesting results, and a lot less so. One poorly-chosen color wrecks the overall effect. 30 years later, I created a template in FreeHand, and was able to go through hundreds of iterations in the time it would take to hand-color one grid. This is from 2006.
For belief-corral detainees, yeah, it’s about the dead tree that could blow over.
For those aware of the broadly- and deeply-documented, proven-beyond-a-shadow-of-a-doubt geoengineering experiments in North America and Europe, the appearance of a non-contrail, non-natural spreading linear cloud is not a welcome sight.*
*Oh wait, but MSNBCBS and the New York Times don’t report on it, and “officials” — so open and honest in every other way — deny its existence, so it can’t be true. I feel so better now.
Granted, not a big thing, but always amazes me to see this in Géant, a French Wal-Mart sort of thing. This is a view from inside. Except for the two shallow ones abandoned in front, you cannot get a shopping cart after going through the security entrance. You have to go back out and pull one out backwards.
In addition to the inefficiency of that, instead of all shopping carts getting equally wear and tear, the same ones get used over and over. Granted, this is only some of their carts, but really, what as someone (not) thinking?
Something orange in the front yard just caught my eye. When I went to investigate, it had found its way into the drainage ditch. Guess I’d better check the back yard.
I have a talkwalker.com alert set for my name, and got curious when it notified me of a pirate site featuring one of my books in a collection. However, it was called How to Draw Perspective, and I have never written a book with that title.
It took several days to download the 1.3 gigabytes of files using free and restricted bandwidth (four files; only one allowed per day).
At the end of which I found this:
a scanned PDF file of the Russian-language edition of Draw 3-D. I think we sold the rights to it 13-14 years ago.
Suddenly this copyright violation doesn’t seem important enough to make a fuss about.