An actual conversation in the car. Liz: Your parents are going to see the, uh… Yngwie Malmsteen… Alaskan Orchestra. Me: They’re called the, uh… Siberian… Huskie… um, Train Wreck Liz: Sure. Both: (Uncontrollable laughter.) Me: I have to remember that for my blog.
Just a sampling of some figure drawings I’ve been doing in a recent studio—some five minute gestures, charcoal tonals, and quick ink washes.
I had the intense pleasure of seeing comedian Brian Regan perform live last night at the Forum in Harrisburg, PA. It was a well-timed birthday present from my wife. I’ve been a big fan of his self-deprecating style of humor for a long time now. He came out in a blue Hawaiian shirt and did […]
A gaggle of movie mixups, written down and straightened out right here for my own posterity. This started out as a Friday conversation gone horribly awry between a co-worker and myself. Midnight Cowboy is the movie starring Jon Voight and Dustin Hoffman. It’s the one with the famous scene of Hoffman’s character slapping a car […]
A big blue shiner on his cheek from one of many missteps in the mastery of walking, a lasting fever with clear signs of roseola, and an unrelenting cycle of nag/cry/scream that says simply “hold me in your arms for about 87 hours straight, please” and it is clear that our role into this parenting […]