Friday

New bird on the desktop. Really enjoying this one. Turkey still awaits. Good working at the House of Health. Overcast skies, but the water was beautiful and inspiring that I am interested in a water picture or two just of dive into it a bit more. Cornell skullers were going full bore.

Was messing around with Vertical Response, a resource Carol Tinkelman is using for emailers. It seems pretty sweet...as they have nice, workable templates to make good looking (easy to do) formats that can be launched broadly. Now, all I need to do is to gather up a little list and get going. Price is $15. per 1000 names. I think I would be lucky to have more than 500 names. Pushing it to get to 500. Seems easy to do, and once the list is done, really only time is setting up the template and message.

Fun time last night at the Pourhouse. Had a nice chat with Bill Chaisson on what differentiates Old Time music from Bluegrass and Country. Old Time is the root of Country and Bluegrass. Old Time music is performed in a more intimate environment. Bluegrass and Country are the rhinestone, large scale venue versions. Bluegrass is derivative of the musical side of Old Time. Country is more about the words--stories--derived from Old Time. Long John and the Tights were up and rolling--the music was very good and the musicians, animated. It was fun to watch their faces, how they all speak to each other with the music and gesture--and how there are flickers of the children they were that dance across their visages as they go through the songs, music and the physicality of playing. We visited with all sorts of the wonderful local friends--our club on Main Street.

Got some of the Jim Carson reading that I plan to dig into this weekend. Looks pretty good and interesting. It will be good to chip away at these books (maybe even reading the full thing!) before the world starts spinning quicker on it's axis.

We have all sorts of magnificent things to do this weekend:
--cow plop bingo
--Methodist Church chicken barbeque and pie sale
--Episcopal Church rummage sale, chicken barbeque
--and random yard sales and fun
--Track meet with A in Syracuse
--party planning for K for 05/17

Then, we also have to celebrate Motherliness. Whoa. Too much baggage there.

meandering


Mei Mei is knocking on the door--insisting I let her in for a scrumptious breakfast of cat cookies and the requisite snore on the working mans' bed we have under our window here in the kitchen. Shady Grove has been denuded of her pink birthday finery and seems a bit droopy with the lack of flair. I ordered a new collar for her from Sierra Trading Post with reflective tape..so from pinkery to functional fashion I know she will love. We have been very cautious about the night time walk with our black dog since a local woman was killed due to a blind corner, bad visibility and her jogging with her ipod and earphones in each ear. No more of that for us or the kinder. Flashlights for everyone...and I am pondering even the idea of those crosswalk pinnies to make us be even more visible. See Me Fashion. And, I am not talking the little matchgirl grunge...but the bright orange Hunter style fashion.

It is very wet and cool--wonderful grass growing weather. We have done the preliminary broadcast of seed--the first, skimpier shot. Then, the lavish top off...and we then will have a lovely green span that fuses with the old grass. The pine trees are dumping pollen forever--coating the cars, and in the raindrops there are little loci of the pollen looking like bright green fried eggs. These pines also have lovely little raspberry, baby pinecones. The beginning of the new cone season. The trillium are blooming in Smith Woods as is the carpet of young mayapple umbrellas. Smith Woods is a forest on the edge of town which was given to the town with the requirement that nothing be done to the property...no change to the woods, no paths, no planting etc. It is a very interesting and beautiful welcome to Tburg and some say, there are chanterelles that grow there. I think maybe a bit later if this damp weather continues--Shady and I will need to go and see if we can find our own mushrooms. We have these big (6" in diameter) chinese medicinal mushrooms (to admire) on Camp Street. We also grow tons of Shaggy Mane mushrooms here (to admire, though I have been told they are edible).Time to pull out the guidebook to mushrooms to begin to try and imprint them on this feeble brain.

Saturday is another big day here in Tburg. The Episcopal Church has their great rummage sale (8-11) with chicken barbeque and all sorts of all other fun. There are yardsales by the handful. And my favorite, Cow Plop Bingo at the Fair Grounds as a fundraiser for some team or another at the High School. We are hopefully going to his the Episcopal Church (we got a complete set of golf clubs, bag etc. for A last year for $35.--with a ton of other stuff that we passed up...and maybe shouldn't). And then off to the big track Invitational A. has been put in. A won (WON) all 3 of his events last night...despite a rather frightening discovery that he has a reaction to freshly mown grass. Need to call the Dr. about that this morning.

sketch above is one going to CE Jones for her new album.

tidbits


The pinkified birthday went off without a hitch. The knee high, pink wellington boots (from Zappos) are on the feet today. The rhinestone encrusted pink watch adorns her wrist and pink perfume wafts over her. She was delighted with her small party filled with rosy presents--so we all had lots of laughs, jokes and pleasant talk. Sixteen is an amazing age.

Nice meeting with my pal at the Baker. We are moving on the book--making some photo/shot lists, reviewing copy, reviewing the design approach we are doing. All good. Using the raven from my work to plug into a layout for Carol Elizabeth Jones possible CD.More interesting moves with branding issues at the big green company.

Started using the elliptical equipment at the House of Health. I am going to startslow, but it wasn't as bad as I expected--the only trick is (1)staying on, (2) and getting off the right way versus backing off it trying not to fall over the wheel connections. I am queen of two left feet, and being short, gravity always is present in my existance. I gotta learn how to be cool with this because a face plant at the House of Health would be so humiliating and hinder my less than positive self image. Have an early morning phone call--so plan to do the elliptical a bit later in the a.m. tomorrow versus running late for the call. Slow but sure...and try not to be over stressed or over bored--cause this baby is Dr. Frankenstein's modification machine. If I can be coordinated with this, there could be some tremendous fitness gains.

Just got the reading list for the Business of illustrations course taught by the wonderful Jim Carson. We need to read this by mid July. Doable? Right?:

"Inside the Business of Illustration" by Steven Heller and Marshall Arisman, pages 1-122(read the rest if you have time)

"The Education of an Illustrator" (same), introduction and essays on pages 23, 29, 32, 36, 51, 53 (and any others)

Optional- "The Brand You 50" by Tom Peters

Just ordered the second hand versions from Amazon. Also just ordered a dozen bright warm red Oriental Poppies to stick in the deer's throats. I am feeling very positive about these poppies as they grow like weeds (good here)--and they are big and make a very powerful statement (which in a postage stamp lot is a problem--here...big works). Also ordered some Penstemion (Goats Beard) and some rather nice grasses to plant with them. I have this fantasy corner I want to plant with goodies those big vermin hate...but that takes if off of a beautiful,sunny weedbed. Why should weeds get all the good spaces? My tree peonies are going! I thought they were done for--but several of them are establishing and my oldest one has 4 big, plump buds that promise we might have a flower or two. Lilacs are coming. I saw a single wisteria in bloom today! It is all coming on! Mandy and I are focusing on that awful Garlic Mustard and pulling it out before it flowers. We have been at it now for a few years...and the population is definitely less. Pulling versus poisoning adds up.

More later

teaching and learning

I am musing over the education--my education to be specific. I don't understand why this seems to be important, but this random thinking floats in, settles, irritates me and moves on, occasionally but in an unresolved way. Maybe its just that I have been so pleased and refocused with this new world of illustration, this mid-careeer foible. Or is it? The first four years of design training got me into the game--despite the really rough and ineffectual curriculum and the approach to students being more destructive and dictatorial versus what I have experienced with Mentor Murray and to a much lesser degree, at Syracuse. Versus telling students what they cannot do, the approach is more encouraging but pushing the student back to his/her own devices, pushing the good stuff and leaving the bad stuff sit and steam. It is more about learning, self learning and giving the student an empowerment to take hold of what they have, (their talent, their salesmanship, their ability to put art with opportunity) and shine it up to get the best thing to happen to reflect well on the student, moments to build a career, moments to build job upon job to gain recognition.

Maybe this is because what motivates my Mentor is different than the rest. Murray loves to teach. He loves illustration and art. He loves the camaraderie of students and teachers. He loves to put people together who will bounce off each other to teach or inspire each other. He loves making connections through his actual teaching, or his life and living...He is a great matchmaker that creates new things. He is extrordinary at this.Murray loves to motivate and promote change--sometimes its uncomfortable with the learning or the self revelation but because he knows and wants to share that...comes, at least for me, a phenomenal amount of trust that when all is said and done, I would have moved ahead at least one. At Carnegie, what drove the teachers was their personal reputations they were building or had built--teaching was a way to extend their personal reach or validating the writing or involvement in professional institutions. This is the same at Syracuse. The professors instead of focusing on the growth and development of their charges--thinking, promoting and focusing on how best to move the development of the student's thinking and skill--they communicated their impatience with teaching, time in the studio the WORK around their jobs as professors keeping them AWAY from their own personal work, personal careers. It is/was teaching which was paying the bills that was keeping them from their chosen work, illustration. I think they may have gotten it backwards. Or at least I know they have gotten it backwards. The professor who told me NEVER, ever, to consider illustration probably spat that little gem out without thinking, without intuiting the impact it could have and did have on me. Good teachers push, are sympathetic but even more so, empathetic in their chosen job and love of teaching--of extending boundries for students--empowering them to be the best and to constantly challenge themselves to grow and change. To pursue this love with joy and hope--not stopping education with a No or Never. But a hey, why not..do it...do it...see what happens inspiration. Isn't that a better philosophy for learning? for Living? for your life?

more later

Monday monday

Lawn is mowed. Poor Chet, the lawnmower man. He was not feeling 100% as he shot a turkey and the gun hit him in the collarbone which he thinks he fractured. His mother was in the hospital after a rather frightening blood sugar incident...and his clients (some) are misbehaving. I am just thankful he comes to us regularly and makes this whole operation at least look legitimate-- and not the screwy, hippy scene that others see. My Roses are happy in the cool dampness. Mandy has a paintbrush in her hand. We are sending out computer back for IT support. Erich is busy making a perfect box to send the computer back (his training at Mailboxes Etc. is always invaluable). So, we are rolling on making this work. It's a techno bore...but I know we will get this all turned around.

R. got home--exhausted and happy to be home. We are rolling on K's bday. Need to wrap and make nice tonight for our princess' party. Pinkulation. Been churning away on the Baker Annual Report--finding some good stuff on Shutterstock...for the back section. Lots of happy dogs, cats, horses, foxhunts etc. Leaping, jumping, sitting, licking, smiling animals. This pub is a smaller book than last year...(phew!) and it needs to be the same, but different. How different is the question. But different, none the less.

Dinner was spent talking about the mental aspects of training and sports. it seemed to open up a new horizon for A. as he has strictly been focusing on his training and his personal times and presentation. Somehow, the aspect of intimidation (which for a 6'1" eighth grader) and his personal style and expectation as a part of the whole program was intriguing. A. is a gentleman who remembers people from former events, music events, other events and reaches out to say hi, shake hands, mix it up a bit. This gentlemanly thing combined with competition was until tonight, a bit beyond his ken. Interesting that our job is to open the door a bit to let him see the next step. He has been included in an invitational--which should be interesting as he can use this new awareness to see if it can help him.

Preparations

Took care of the prep for the en Famille PINK bday for K. There will be all sorts of Pink presents which I cannot dilvulge as yet--but a wide range of pinkery. K loved the beauty program at Rasa--which was nice...and she glows a bit from the experience. We had lots of yucks at the grocery store inbetween buying shampoo and pepto bismol pills for her. The day turned out to be beautiful and a bit cool. I bought pink ribbon and pink paper.Pink Fairies to suspend from the chandelier. Pink shopping bags and pink floral napkins. It is all too good...and having a mini theme makes it more fun--certainly edits the program. We talked about the friend party which will be on the 17th with "real" food (not pizza), and piniatas, and pin the jewelry on Kitty games. We will have relay races (she thinks that would be fun) and I am going to see if the Hot Truck will come as the dinner (wouldnt that be cool?). I used to have the ice cream truck come when they were little (this was an amazing thing...the truck would come and serve all the ice cream you would want or need--ANYTHING--even the fancy sundaes for all of $25.--and the truck would amble down our little alley ringing its bell). It had the same effect on the kids as it did their parents--they all looked at each other, unbelieving, and run...RUN up the hill. I don't think the first blush with the Hot Truck would do it for this group...but the next time!! I need to get cracking on this. More later. I have to cut out the invites.

a bit

Overcast and cool here. Wet. Must have gotten some rain last night. My drugstore roses are in English Garden Heaven with this weather, and I hope that we can continue on this path until those mean and unfortunate, indiscriminating deer decide to lop off their blossoms or devour their young leaves. My goodness, they are hateful beasts.

Today, K has a facial and a birthday massage. We are doing facials in place of dermatologists or drugs--K's decision which I can support. It gives her pleasure, and focuses regularly on her skin--so I do not take the place of honor as Chief Nag and Irritant...which can be an easy role for me to fill. A. is going to see Ironman with his pal at the Mall with a bus ride home by himself which is great. A. is way into getting a turntable, recievers and speakers to begin to collecct "old style" vinyl. He is too cool for school. I know when R gets home, this will be a great little thing for them to do. First old school golf clubs. Now old school stereo systems. When is this going to end. I am doing some groceries and thinking out K's party/bday events. I need to get on top of this.

R gets home around 7 to our pleasure. He will be exhausted--but I am sure with that, happy to be home to his sock drawer, his comfy clothes and his chatty family. Gotta go. More later.

little bit of Spring


Got A off to his track meet early this a.m. Today seems to be an undeclared holiday here in Tburg. It is yard sale central--particularly on Seneca St. with everyone randomly parking and all sorts of buzz. The high school is having a chicken barbeque and car wash alongside the NYSSMA (New York State Music Association) event at the school. The Ulysses Historical Society is having a bake sale/white elephant from 11 to 2. So, its easy to part with your money. Our new store on Main Street, Gorges Kids, a gently worn children's clothing store, is open and is very cute and looks like worth the trip if you live in Ithaca. Worked a bit on my turkey, did some car errands (post office, hardware store, drug store)) getting stuff done and looking for a key chain to put my random keys together as the fear is mounting that I am going to lose my keys. No key rings--but the rose plants were knocked down pricewise--to $4.95--so 2 more are in a waiting pattern. The earlier ones are really coming on...with nice new leaves, big leaves and new shoots.

Here's A. He's back with a first place in the 400 to his delight. He is thrilled and detailing every step and every thought. Man, does he love this stuff.

Here's K. ready to go. Lets see...Cinemopolis is having a special matinee of a movie" Jodhaa Akbar"--a bollywood style historical movie which we thought would be regular time...a feel good, sing along, jump out of your seat and dance movie. After the Intermission at the 3 hr. mark...A had to leave. K and I were enchanted for another hour--and it still was not done. Warring elephants. Taming elephants, Great Headgear. PMS 123, Warm Red and Brown for days. And unimaginably amazing jewels. Love it. We stopped by Alphabet Soup with K and A and were delighted by browsing the children's books--Jan Brett, Betsy Lewin, Paul Zelinski, and many of our old favorites. This nostalgic time with the littles is alway amusing and quite heart warming too. We got some cool Faber Castell pencil sharpeners there--which is always something I love to do at the gourmet children's stores as the european art supplies for kids ae often great, more pigment than US stuff for kids...wonderful. We had wings at Wings Over Ithaca to A's pleasure...and now we are back to settle down and catch up. I am going to jump on the CD for Carol Elizabeth..as things are going to get focused pretty quickly.

Jim stopped by to show me the new Choker's package. Looks good--but I prefer the first version in it's simplicity and its environmental quality. However, Jim says that the record stores are beyond delighted with the new presentation. Tonight, the Highwoods String Band, the granddaddy of the local oldtimers here in Tburg are playing at the Rongovian Embassy. You can listen or buy cuts here>> Per the historical piece on Old Time music in the New Yorker, here is a snippet on the context and what the Highwood String Band represented in it's time and to this area (from Amazon):
Any time the word "revival" pops up in connection with a given style of music, it often seems to be the case that a certain tension develops between those who take an academic, preservationist approach, with recital-style performances, and those who seek to recapture the original spirit of the music as something that was done for the sheer joy of it. In the case of the resurgence of interest in the old-time string band music of the Appalachians that took place in the '70s, it would be unfair to say that even the most serious and academic of the folklorists and collectors weren't also having a good time playing the music, but when it came to making sure everyone was having a good time, there was nothing quite like seeing the Highwoods String Band. As banjo player Mac Benford liked to say, it was, "all about fun -- fun for us and fun for our audiences."

Any discussion of the music scene in San Francisco during the late '60s certainly brings to mind images of the Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane, Santana, and many others, but a vibrant mix of many varieties of street music was also an integral part of that era in the Bay Area. Among the bands that eked out a living busking on the streets were All-Skate, a band that performed on stilts and that included fiddler Bob Potts; Dr. Humbead's New Tranquility String Band, whose banjo player was New Jersey native Benford; and the Busted Toe Mudthumpers, featuring fiddle and banjo ace Walt Koken, a New York native. When their respective bands dissolved at about the same time, the three of them came together as Fat City, specializing in driving fiddle-and-banjo tunes from the repertoires of such early country recording artists as the Skillet Lickers and the Georgia Yellow Hammers. Having two fiddles in the band was unusual enough, but the ability of Potts and Koken to play differing yet complementary styles made Fat City one of the more distinctive outfits in the Bay Area, and all three of them had wry, wisecracking stage personas that added much to the entertainment quotient.

Their profile outside California began to grow when they appeared at the Smithsonian Folk Life Festival in Washington, D.C., in 1971. When Koken returned to his Ithaca, NY, stomping grounds in 1972, Potts and Benford followed a short time later. The metamorphosis from Fat City to Highwoods String Band took place when they added a driving rhythm section to the band in the persons of guitarist Doug Dorschug and bassist Jenny Cleland. The guitar as rhythm backup had been a part of old-time music for decades, but as John Cohen of the New Lost City Ramblers would later note, Dorschug's playing often contained an element of ragtime that lent even more character to an already potent musical sound. Cleland's pulsing bass, on the other hand, was an almost radical departure from tradition after all. Bass fiddles weren't exactly something every Appalachian family regarded as a necessary part of their household décor. It all added up to a mix of attitude, showmanship, musicianship, and entertainment bang-for-the-buck that appealed strongly to the remnants of the '60s counterculture who had become jaded with rock and heavy metal.

As festivals like the Brandywine Mountain Music Convention began to spring up around the country, the Highwoods String Band became the marquee act for these events (or, they would have been if these events were the type that had marquees) for most of the '70s until road weariness and family responsibilities caused them to disband at the end of that decade. Benford formed the Backwoods Band and cut an album for Rounder Records before that band broke up in 1981. After heading up Mac Benford's Old Time Band for a few years, he formed the Woodshed All-Stars in 1990 and toured with them for most of the '90s. Walt Koken released a couple of solo banjo albums on Rounder in the early '90s before forming Mudthumper Music with Benford and releasing another solo album, Finger Lakes Ramble, in 1998. As of 1999, all five members of the Highwoods were still living in the Ithaca region and still playing together occasionally on an informal basis. Their legacy is that, more than any other band of their time, they were responsible for drawing a legion of new, young fans into old-time music by the force of their musicianship and the fact that they were having such a damn good time at it. Looking back at their '70s heyday, Walt Koken summed it up by saying, "Ironically, the more well-known we became, the less necessary we were to the growing old-time music scene, since one of the messages is to do it yourself -- unplug it, and take it home!" ~ John Lupton, All Music Guide

More later>>

WIP


At Steuben, when a piece is in production, the "ware" is in WIP (work in progress). This is WIP...just to show you a bit of how this back and forth thing happens. Cutting out, applying on top...etc. My friend Hilary saw this and proclaimed that she was surprised that turkeys had a vulture quality...and they do. Gotta go.

bird


We had a nice dinner party last night with K and A and friends (triplets)--so there was lots of talk and laughter. High School folks are so much fun. One of the sisters is practicing on our piano--playing Debussey. Everyone else is devouring strawberries and tallking school gossip and prom talk. The sisters were all full of laughs and teasing, SATs and music competitions, boys and what to wear, who to ask...it was a page out of Jane Austen 2008 style. Charming. Quite charming. Really.

I started with a turkey to commemorate our tribe of them (or are they a flock?) in the back yard. The head (above) is from the blackwork I am doing. This is an interesting process to work in black--blocking out broad shapes, working back in with detail--so that the entire bird is one shape, one vector object as we go. The feathers and their black shadows are really fun to do...and hope to have this done by the end of the weekend. I need to start worrying about my christmas cards before the clients start worrying about them for me.


Cool and sunny here. K and A back from their respective track meets with no one coming in last--but late (around 9 p.m.) so they were dog tired, ate a ton and fell in a heap. Lots of amusing talk about the races, the strategies and thinking around these events and of course, when relevant, the bus trip home. A has a meet on Saturday but no K. So, I am thinking K and I will go up to Montezuma National Bird Sanctuary for a walk and photo party. I think this is perfect for us--and A has little to no interest in this sort of fruity stuff. Golf, girls and grub. That's the program for him.

The wine labels progress. I think we will have them wrapped up today. This whole color thing arose yesterday with my client--the fact that monitors and printers do not render the colors accurately (particularly when using PMS (Pantone Matching System) --Pantone colors which are custom mixed and not a blend of CMYK resulting in pure color. CMYK tends to go greyer (which in some cases is great) and is a lot less predictable than PMS colors). But the communication of color hovers as a trouble zone with this digital media--and I think this is why this European group we are working with insists of lab color albeit this is a zone of abstraction independent of monitors or any method of output. It is pure in the numbers--but you still get into this same some of what is right and correct. This problem is not just mine--and I would hope that the big Adobe Machine will get their arms around this as it is a continual bother for us. We have UPC codes, correct copy and have done the back and forth on color and crop. Looks pretty good.

House of Health was great again. The steam engine people were there, blowing steam and huffing and puffing--and all the rest of us were zombie like on our treadmills waiting for the kernel of corn to drop down when we are done. The inlet was beautiful. It is fun to be higher than the ducks when they fly and watch them drop down, down, down, legs down, down and land expectedly into the water. Fish were jumping. Magnolias are opening. Cherry trees in their odd, unnatural pinky purple moment and the glorious white blossomed trees. It is spring albeit we had frost on the grass.

More off the list. Have some touchy emails to write, so gotta go. This little post got my writing heart rate into the training zone, so I can be tactful with the touchiness, or at least I hope.

Later>>

mourning

Redid the eye on my buffalo picture. Saw it online and wanted to throw up. Took the darned eye off, redrew it and plunked it back in place... Looking much better. Need to take a break. This Tx stuff is not getting me jazzed. Turkeys, however, are. So, I figure a turkey and a chicken before I get back into it is a good idea. I love the way the turkeys are all about line and color. So, I am going to do another shot at it. The male turkeys have a little fleshy horn above their beak and a funny little decorative fall of hair--looks like horse hair out of their chest. I would love to leave that hairy part out...but then, that's not really fair because its there. As long as it's not a scientific illustration, must I put it in? Maybe I should look at girl turkeys ( a hen, or a jenny depending on their age) and see if they have it...and modify accordingly? There is the strutting chicken from FreeRange Farm.

I had a wildly depressing conversation of the state of the economy and of our image as Americans with my brother today. I have not reallly been dealing with the paper or radio as it is all too depressing. And passing the filling station daily reminds me of the daily, or is it hourly? migration of the price where the number fluctuates 8-15% over the course of a day. And the same sickly bag of groceries have been inflated well past 20%--of basics and not prefab food and junk. Basics. And just the cost of flour going from around $3.00 to over $6.00--think of the chain reaction around that price. And the continual "emergency" spending bills for this wrong war...and I really question our intelligence as a people. But I guess a people that is enamored with "Dancing with the Stars" or "American Idol" or even any of the inane "reality shows" really does not reflect a people of intelligence, vision or responsibilty. Somehow a parent or a guardian will make sure the food is on the table, the right decisions are being weighed and discussed and that our schools and elderly are being tended to. But somehow, that hoped for parent is plunked in the middle of the kids on the fat sofa waiting for the pizza to be delivered. I think we are all just as happy to let others do our work, make our money and take our resources and hope to continue to be anesthetized by media, the wrong food, the two faced banks and financial institutions, the charletans and whore mongering politicians devoid of any understanding of what is real, what is good and what is responsible. I feel like a total old fart but we all need to snap out of it...and soon...before (if it isnt) its too late. We all need to own up to all of this erosion and take hold--and frankly rebel against the tedious status quo.

When that miserable man we dignify with the office of the President started to blame the congress for the energy situation we were in because they hadn't passed a bill to develop Anwar, I wanted to scream. Must he destroy everything? He is sure trying his damnedest to do that before November. His ability to make his bad decisions, his weak and conniving cabinet, his "damn the torpedos" headset with his dozen pointer fingers pointing everywhere but inbound.The past eight years has been beyond a nightmare that we cannot affect or change. When we wake up, will we have landed out of Limbo and into the fiery pits of Hell itself--with no remedy but to watch our culture and people go from a civilization of power to being sidelined as a past tense? This is something not to fear because this is where we have landed. It rips my heart out.

Last day of April


Cold here. In the fifties--real spring. Cherry trees are popping. What with the bit of rain we had yesterday, I predict we will see Chet the Lawnmower Man today/tomorrow as he predicted with a bit of rain--the grass would be ready to cut. Grass is one of my things...I love it. I love broadcasting seed, the weed and feed (which I know is very bad--and do not do it much any more), and the glorious, velvety green that a shorn lawn can project. I also love the strength of landscaping using a tree specialist and mowing to totally clean up a space. I was talking to my friend Paula about plants and the sheer frustration of trying to outthink those nasty deer--and her response was to plant grass. Sounds like a bit of a cop out...but you know, after planting all these "deer resistant" plants, and using some of "natural" sprays that the deer supposedly do not love--its not a cop out. Its a reality. The only plant the deer does not eat...guaranteed, are day lillies. So, we are going full bore into that. Beds upon beds of lilies. Maybe lavender too as it tastes and smells nasty for the deer.

We have a wonderful group of wild turkeys who have settled in the side yard sharing quarters with the wing drying, feet stomping, meat head turkey vultures. Wild turkeys are really extraordinary. The body is so huge, covered in these lovely mink brown feathers, some textured, some not with this tiny neck and head and the counterbalance, the big tail. We saw a turkey as roadkill the other day--and it was shocking how absolutely huge this bird was--by the side of the road...far bigger than Colby Dransfield, the groundhog...and a wilder shape.

Knocking some things off the list--and moving forward to get something, anything off our list. More later>>

overcast Tuesday


The House of Health was delightful. Had the opportunity to watch the eight man mens shell turn around right in front of me...quite a graceful maneuver, but a maneuver none the less. All mens teams were out and the women too...a big race must be happening soon....The Head of the Charles? Big Red was looking good...streamlined and in shape...so we can only wish the hometown favorites the best. I am increasing the resistance and speed gradually and watching the heart meter so see movement there...and I am feeling terrific.

Work is good. We are tying up a lot of loose strings. Released a big illustration (4'x5') to an interesting fabricator....3-Form yesterday. 3 Form is a company that can embed illustration or objects into a polyester resin building material that can be used as dividers or art or any vertical material. It can also be poured as thick as well over an inch (we were shown examples of staircases made of this stuff). So imagine an illustrated staircase....or office dividers or hospital waiting room dividers with illustration or paintings reading as the key element. The work is either directly output onto film, which allows a lot of transparency, or fabric (which is what we are doing) which provides us whites and opacity. The sheet size is 4'x10' so we could gang run both the group picture of a dog/cat/horse and a sign for the Baker Institute for Animal Health. The technical specs were simple and part of the process is a sampling of the imagery in 8"x8" squares--to check color, fit. output. We should see that in a week or so.

Tburg Music Boosters are using their new graphic/illustration for notecards, a banner and tee shirt. We are moving mechanicals out today for the banner and notecard. Quickquick turnaround.

Wrapping up a poster, a quarterly calendar, and a series of sketches for Steuben today. Glimmerglass on the board this afternoon. So moving and grooving. Need to get some bills out too!

Mandy is here...with all sorts of little things to do. This is great...as is the celebrated mason and visionary, Dare Daniels--to pour a small slab. Moving in the kitchen yard.

More later. Work awaits!

sweet wireless companions

You know, this wireless thing is something great. It probably will kill us all as cell phones will give you brain cancer and I am sure sleeping with the windows open gives you pneunomia...but it will be great getting there. I am so thrilled and happy that I can live through this generation of people who started with jars of rubber cement and waxers--when fax machines were huge pieces of equipment that you wrapped the image around a glass cylinder and quickly snapped the door shut and spent the better part of 45 minutes sending a black and white piece of art or a typed paper to the typesetter. To now have computers--many and different, to have ipods and cellphones and all manners of communications from voice to IM to pdfs to all podcasts--and never have to cut apart words and wax them together with typos, or ink to perfection (never these hands) a perfect circle, or cut that orange frisket to make layers for the printer...when it is all clean and neat in the computer. So now there is more time for the real work of thinking ,designing, writing, blogging and playing scrabulous(against the robot that always wins).

I am moved to this mini declaration of digital love in the acquisition of a tiny scanner that is big enough to fit into a backpack for Hartford (and all of $135 from the only department store I support, Amazon) and the most fabulous of all---Apple's Time Capsule. Apple says:

Backing up is something we all know we should do, but often don’t. And while disaster is a great motivator, now it doesn’t have to be. Because with Time Capsule, the nagging need to back up has been replaced by automatic, constant protection. And even better, it all happens wirelessly, saving everything important, including your sanity.

Built for Time Machine.
Time Capsule includes a wireless 500GB or 1TB hard drive1 designed to work with Time Machine in Mac OS X Leopard. Just set Time Capsule as the designated backup drive for Time Machine, and that’s it. Depending on how much data you have, your initial backup with Time Capsule could take overnight or longer. After it completes, only changed files are backed up — automatically, wirelessly, and in the background. So you never have to worry about backing up again.

Backup for everyone.
Have multiple Macs in your house? Time Capsule can back up and store files for each Leopard-based Mac on your wireless network. No longer do you have to attach an external drive to each Mac every time you want to back up. Time Capsule spares you the work.

Room for it all.
Time Capsule is your one place for backing up everything. Its massive 500GB or 1TB server-grade hard drive gives you all the capacity and safety you need. So whether you have 250 songs or 250,000 songs to back up, room is the last thing you’ll run out of. And considering all that storage and protection come packaged in a high-speed Wi-Fi base station starting at $299, data isn’t the only thing you’re saving.

A digital librarian saving ourselves from ourselves. Sweetness personified. I cannot wait to plug it in!
Have to sleep for excitement. More tomorrow!

more news from 3x3

Hello Q
We're putting together the next issue of 3x3 Magazine and I would like to invite you to be in our Showcase.

Spots in our Showcase are by invitation only so I spend a great deal of my time looking at work and selecting specific artists to include in the section. As one artist put it, "Its much more like a curated show." which is the feeling I like to give to the section.

If you're not familiar with 3x3 in addition to our three featured artists we feature 4-6 illustrators whose work has caught my eye. Each artist is represented with a spread in the magazine, a short bio, list of clients and contact information. I personally select my favorite images to be used in the spread, either from your web site or you may send additional images for consideration, all you need to provide is your short bio and list of clients.

More from the "Get it Out there" department!

Try reading...

"A good folk song is easy to learn and hard to forget. Its melody is brief, its chorus repeats, its rhymes lead from line to line like the base pairs in a chain of DNA. A folk song is a meme, an evolutionary biologist might say--–the cultural version of a gene. It passes from generation to generation, evolving as it goes, till every clumsy or extraeous line is stripped away....You only have to hear it a few times to know it by heart"

Burkhard Bilger
The Last Verse: Is there any folk music still out there?
The New Yorker
April 28, 2008

I cracked open the New Yorker last night (it promised to be good with a cute illustration by William Steig on the cover (see left) to find this wonderful article which I am chugging my way through about folk music, it's origins, John and Alan Lomax, and it's migration to the current day. The current Old Time music as defined by the musicians I know is a definite descendant of this tradition--albeit one step away as some of it is interpreted with a new twist--or maybe it is as grandchildren are different from their grandparents but carry the same genes but different histories. I am thrilled with this piece as it is rich and a primer on how this american tradition got from here to there and some of the personalities and people studded in the mix. The Lomax father and son were predecessors of Peter Hoover(who is a Tburger and Godfather to many of the musicians here on our little plateau) and group of field recorders in the Lomax spirit, the men who went into the hollers of Virginia, West Virginia and other parts south in the mid fifties and sixties to record musicians and their music. These closets of recordings are now being opened and pressed into CDs now that it is cheap and easy to do so--and you can get snippets and buy collections from their site>>. Now how does this tie us closer and closer to our local music. Well, because even some of the newer recordings being pressed are recordings made in the eighties by none other than the Chicken Chokers. And now, the Chokers are new and revived--so the energy is around moving the music and attracting old and new friends. Thus, my interest as it is what is old is made new. The clothes of the ancestors worn by the children with great style and panache without forgetting aspects of the past but styled to be "now". I guess this is the context of the americana illustrations I would like to work on for my dream project for my first week at the University of Hartford's MFA illustration contact period in July.

As an aside, Mr. Bilger, the author has written on spiritualism, Lilydale and all sorts of other terrific and quirky things (I searched him on the New Yorker site). I think he is a kindred spirit. I need to read more of his stuff.

More later>>

Errands and such


Apropos of this morning's pix, look at the cute shirt Dale Evans is sporting spanning her cute little bosom. A longhorn. To think. I do not think this little item was at the closing of the Flax Sale.

K and I did about an hour at the Flax Sale leaving A at the Farmers' Market to participate in the Earth Day activities (and I quote--"it was filled with all sorts of trippy hippies..it was insane!"--not a vote of approval). K picked up a cute selection of things she paid for with her money--from a Neesh suit, a sweater, 1 tee and a Neesh buttondown (assymetrical, topstiching in a contrasting color etc). It was way picked over by noon...and they hadn't dropped the prices though there were black teeshirts for $1. at the door before the check out. We had lots of laughs and K throughly enjoyed the sale. She is a cutie.

A played a bit of golf by himself this morning prior to our departure. He then arranged a meet up with a friend at the Farmers' Market. A. reported they were focusing mirrors on marshmallows and wood to show how to save energy by the heat generated to catch fire. He told us about a parade (much like the Grassroots Happiness Parade) that he was pressured to wear wings or a funny hat to participate. He was appalled by the invitation. Sounds like Ithaca on a good day...with Earth Day, Flax Sale, Birkenstock sale, and the high school music festival on the commons, plus the Friends of the Library gigunda book sale.

I treated to Suicide sandwiches at Short Stop--which were consumed silently, worshipfully, and quickly. Impressive. The scene at Short Stop was busy and the food was flying. All the outside seats were packed so the outside buzz was nice.

Then, off to Wegmans for milk, bread, and basics including all the terrific indian sauces we have been eating with chicken and our new most favorite, coriander chutney (jar consumed in less than two days!). It was fun. Then off to get grass seed for our dirt patches....and begin the work that will take the summer and my guess at least $100. worth of seed to make nice...but once it takes...its worth it.

Am working on a new paper to do an illustration (derived from the Memento Mori Willow Tree) for a new wine label soon to be sold under the "Glimmerglass" label. I am working with the pentel and rotring pens on Classic Cream Canson Drawing paper which is pretty dreamy. No texture. Takes the ink nicely and things look nice and sharp. Labels need to be done in a week or so...as they are shooting for wine on shelves before the 4th of July. Hope to have this done today/tomorrow to move the design further.

It was quite cool today (sweaters please!)--with hopefully equally delightful sleeping weather.