Monday, September 01, 2014

Slim's Aphorism of the Day

If life doesn't humble you, you haven't been paying attention.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Waiter



June drew this. I think it's awesome.

Washington State: Up Above

The girls were like billy goats, up and down all the rocks.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Silly Animals, Redux

Remember that Alphabet Animals series I did I while back? That worked out pretty well. I have a hankering to do a doodle (or two) in that mode again — some animal wearing something silly. So I'm taking suggestions: What kind of animal should I draw? What sort of silly attire might he/she wear? All notions welcome.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Sometimes

Sometimes, after gulping the first several gulps of a mug of coffee, I then savor the last sip. And by "savor," I mean I linger over it, save it, for an hour or more, long after its gone cold, long past its prime. But it's just so sad when it's gone. Alack alas.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Sunday, August 17, 2014

DJ Tiny with Toy


A ridiculous dog with a ridiculous dog toy. (You'll note how the yellow squeak toy is itself a dog, a  sort of elongated dachshund-esque creature with a silly face and a big toothy smile.) Ridiculous.

Friday, August 15, 2014

Guy With Big Beard and Fur Hat



I haven't been drawing enough, so… here's a random quick doodle of a man with a big beard and a fur hat.1 (Not the best but good enough.) We don't wear a lot of fur hats around here. Baseball caps are much more common.

1 Attribution: I doodled this from some random photo I found somewhere on Google Images.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

First Day


First day outfits

So the girls started back at school yesterday. Fifth and eighth grades. My my.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

My New Baseball Cap

My new baseball cap. A while back, while traveling, I lost my favorite baseball cap, a red Kreuz cap from Lockhart, Texas. (It currently resides somewhere out back on the family farm in Virginia.) Tragic. Sarah quickly found me a viable replacement (I'm picky), a Yeti coolers hat from a fish and tackle shop in Maryland. (I absolutely have to have a good baseball cap on a road trip.) Then recently, I lost that hat somewhere around the house. (Why do I keep losing them? Will it eventually turn up?) Now I've got a new new one, a Callahan's General Store hat, from Austin, Texas (purchased recently on yet another road trip). It's currently getting settled in, broken in.1 I like it.

1 For me, a newly purchased baseball cap is just a starting point. It must be rigorously molded and stressed: extensive bending and shaping of the brim,a steady wear until it softens and conforms. Until it sits just right, natural-like.
a There are two primary brim styles today:
  1. Conventional (bent): Traditionally, folks bend the cap brim to some degree, increasing eye-protection.
  1. Hip-hop (flat): This is a common youthful style, the brim flat, as if straight from the store.
Like most of my generation, I choose the former. But conventional/bent is a spectrum, and in my rural upbringing, the tendency was towards heavily bent brims, a markedly rounded arc, and I myself continue to favor this style today (though I am less extreme than the country boy I saw at the airport the other day, who's brim was bent in a sharp inverted U, almost to the point of folded in half).

Sunday, August 10, 2014

So...

So, Washington State. The Olympic Peninsula. Almost freakishly beautiful. Yes. Each element is exceptional: the waters, the cold stony beaches,1 the islands, the forests, the mountains. And their weird proximity to each other, all bumped up together in this faraway corner of the contiguous U.S. (CONUS). I couldn't live there. I'm ensnared too deeply in our funky southern web. But a week, hiking the ups and downs,2 craning our necks at the ancient trees, dipping our feet in the frigid summer waters. Mighty fine, mighty fine indeed.3

And 'twas a last calm cool breath before we return to the hustle bustle of the school year.4 Hi ho, hi ho...

1 I faced a painful conundrum. The beaches were strewn with some of the best skipping rocks ever — the perfect size and weight and heft and flatness and rotundity. But the waters were determinedly un-skip-friendly, endless mild breaking waves. Nonetheless, I found my opportunities, skipping in the brief placid lulls — getting frequently two, and occasionally six or eight skips — before the next wave came crashing forth. (Rock skipping was one of the little joys of my youth.)

2 We're mighty flat in New Orleans. Ups and downs are a novelty — and a cardiovascular challenge.

3 Plus the girls got a little dose of Twilight tourism. Plus we snuck in a day in Seattle. (Ramen and and shoppinga and sushi. Mmm...)
a I got a fresh pair of black Doc Marten shoes, a deviant but happy variation on my personal uniform.
4 Not that we ever get all that hustle-y and bustle-y.

Saturday, August 09, 2014

Olympic Peninsula, Washington State


Feet and stones



Louise, Marymere Falls



Kayaks



Quileute Reservation, Second Beach, the girls running on the sand



Quileute Reservation, Second Beach, the girls climbing on the rocks



June, Rialto Beach



Hand and wood

Tuesday, August 05, 2014

June Presides Over the Sunset, Strait of Juan de Fuca


Yes, we're in Washington State, Port Townsend to be precise, another phase of our multi-varied summer. I'll tell you, there aren't many more beautiful places on earth.

Friday, August 01, 2014

Chit Chat: Skyscrapers

Our chit chat continues, next subject: skyscrapers.

For starters, Anonymous informs us that skyscrapers, in the past, were sometimes (rather dreamily) referred to as "cloudscrapers". I did not know. That's pretty cool. Can we go back to calling them cloudscrapers? Curiously, the term is both dreamier and closer to factually correct. I've never actually seen a really tall building scrape the sky,1 but I have seen the tops of tall buildings enshrouded in clouds, "scraping" them, as it were. Dreamier and more accurate. Hmm... One wouldn't have thought it possible.

But wait. I've got more to say about sky/cloudscrapers. In fact, I've got a gripe.2

Skyscrapers3 have a two-fold aspect: they are seen from without, and they are occupied from within. This is true of any building, but with skyscrapers, the disparity between these two experiences of the structure is exaggerated.
  1. From without, they stand masterfully tall, the great creations of our time, forming a city's skyline, often elegant and sculptural, neck-craning and amazing.
  2. But from within, they often kind of suck. During my couple of years temping in Manhattan, I spent a lot of time working in a lot of skyscrapers. And inside, they're mostly just crappy generic climate-controlled fluorescent-lit unremarkable office spaces. Sure, occupants around the perimeter are granted fantastic views, but these views are often reserved for the mucky-mucks, leaving the majority of worker bees stuck in the windowless interior. (And as a temp, I was the lowliest, windowless-est of the worker bees.) And the only breath of fresh air, the only escape from this interior nowhere-space, is a long elevator ride away. (The interior is even more interior than most interiors.) I just wish more of the architects who design these wondrous creations would consider the experience of the internal occupants as much as that of the external viewers. A little less grand ego; a little more thoughtful consideration.
That's what I've got to say on the subject of sky/cloudscrapers. Gripe over. Whew! I feel better.

1 'Cause, y'know, "the sky" is really just an artificial construct of us ground-dwellers, used to refer to what appears to be an over-arching blue dome but is really just an optical effect created by the fuzzy blob of gasses that surrounds our little planet.

2 Ooh! Slimbo's got a gripe. Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

3 Sorry, I'm going to run with the standard term for now.