Sunday, April 24, 2011


Thursday, April 21, 2011

My contribution to Illustration Friday, theme "Journey" (drawn with the Brushes app on my iPhone)

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Family Factor

Louise and I have the same favorite factor pair: three times seven (equals twenty-one*). Two observations:
  1. It's weird that we both have a favorite factor pair.
  2. It's weird that we have the same favorite factor pair.
Nature or nurture? Hmm. (Families are weird.)

* Which, by the way, is my favorite number, I believe largely because it's the product of my favorite factor pair. Hmm.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Sometimes, to keep the gals happy and distracted while dining out at restaurants, I'll sketch-a-doodle some little whimsy on the phone and then let them color it. This satanic deer was the result of one such session. (Coloring by June, if I recall correctly.) I kind of dig it.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Eye roll contest (documented by Sarah)—Right now we're pretty evenly matched, but in a couple of years, once Louise has hit full-fledged pre-teendom, I'm pretty sure I won't stand a chance.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

White linen suit—Sarah made me try on my wedding suit again. I was a string bean back then, and I didn't think I'd be able to get in it at all, but I just made it. A bit snug, as in like I would need to think carefully about my underwear choices, but hey. And the black shirt really takes it to a heat-of-the-rhythm-of-the-night Crockett-and-Tubbs kind of place. I just needed a pair of espadrilles and some maracas to complete the look.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

June discovered that by dropping rose petals into the spray of the hose as I watered the plants, the petals shot long distances across the yard, ten or more feet. Petal gun!

Friday, April 15, 2011

 Alligator, Jean Lafitte Park

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Character-a-Day(-or-Two-or-Three): After college, Mindy Tarkington cut her hair in a bob and moved to Paris. She didn't find love, but she did find French coffee, which she now drinks by the tasse-full, living in a constant state of multilingual freneticism. She is firmly addicted and is never moving back. (Or something like that...)

Monday, April 11, 2011

L is for Lovebird, the Movie

Remember our Phone Phauna? It sure was phun. Let's revisit for a moment. Turns out, with the right digital doo-dads, you can turn any Brushes painting into a movie. Like this!

L is for Lovebird from David Olivier on Vimeo.

You'll quickly figure out it's not real-time. Brushes remembers all the strokes you did to create a painting, all the colors and brush textures and whatnot, and the movie version just plays those back in quick succession, minus the pauses and undos, making what was actually a slow and tentative experiment look like a quick and deft dash-off. But hey, isn't that the point of technology, to make us seem better and more nifty than we actually are?

Friday, April 08, 2011

Character-a-Day: Hmm, I think he's a detective too. Hmm, Arthur Clarendon. Forty-three. What else? (Sarah says he looks like an undertaker. Or a professor.)

The Early Bird... Makes a Hella-Lotta Noise

When the weather's nice, I make a habit of sitting out on my balcony first thing in the morning. The traditional view of early morning is that it's quiet and peaceful. In a sense that's true: in the human world, not much is going on; a few early morning commuters, some cars up on the main drag, maybe here and there somebody pulling a trash can to the curb, but otherwise quiet. But if we shift perspective for a moment and tune in to bird world, oh man! Early morning is crazy time, like the most hyperactive time of day. If we were birds, we'd all be stepping out onto our porches and stoops each morning and, at the top of our lungs, yelling, "Hey, how are you?!" "Good, how are you?!" "Good!" "Hey, got any worms over there?!" "Yeah, you know, we early birds catch them!" "Yeah, I know! Awesome!" "Hey, say 'hi' to Dan for me!" "Okay. Hey, Dan, Frank says 'hi'!" "Really?! Awesome. Okay, tell him I say 'hi' too!" "Okay. Hey, Frank, Dan says 'hi' too!" "Okay, thanks...!" It'd be like that.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

A quick and quirky one today (but hey, that's the nature of the game: do the drawing/story regardless of if there's a coherent thought in the head or not): Um... Jimmy Fitzerton; did too much Ecstasy in college, has had weird eyes (and weird hair) ever since; somewhat surprisingly, works in finance—some job that let's him wear earphones all day, doing complex eccentric things with numbers; makes more money than you'd think; no longer does Ecstasy, but consumes inordinate quantities of vitamins.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Winston Waddle is an account by day and trumpet player (traditional jazz) by night. He finds pleasing similarities between his two vocations: the exquisite mathematical structures, the rhythmic march of notes or numbers; and pleasing contrasts too: the organic spontaneity of a solo versus the unwavering rigor of a ledger book. He is a natty dresser, attentive to sartorial detail. He bought his first trumpet at fourteen with money saved from his after-school job at the hardware store. Louis Armstrong is his hero, and though he never sings in public, he does a remarkable Pops impression at home in the shower.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Y'all Get Back Now

Have I mentioned that I'm obsessed with Big Freedia, New Orleans sissy rapper extraordinaire? Well, I should say I was obsessed—had his/her CD on near constant rotation in my car (or at least the subset of the really awesome songs; like every rap CD, several of the songs are kind of crap) and was Tourettically reciting his/her lyrics. The fixation simmered down recently, but this incredibly delightful and awesome video* may reiginite it:

Big Freedia - "Y'all Get Back Now" from stereogum on Vimeo.

Thanks for the tip, Cindy.

* Note: If you really hate butt-shaking and exhibitions of exuberant joy, don't watch it. If you do like butt-shaking and expressions of exuberant joy but are in a sort square-ish work environment where such a thing might be frowned on, make a note and watch it later.

The Duck That Was Compared to the Apple That Broke the Straw That...

Actual quote heard on the news this morning:
"We were trying to get our ducks in a row, doing an apple to apple comparison, and that literally was the straw that broke the camel's back."
Twenty-seven words, three entirely distinct metaphors. Impressive.

Lindsay Doogle: heiress; famously wild in her youth; has settled down to a more tempered life, though she remains partial to daring and radically expensive shoes (her collection is renowned); also owns the world's foremost private collection of artisanal macramé.

Monday, April 04, 2011

Character-a-Day: Melvin Vimm, teaches English at a Catholic girls' middle school, in his free time reads French novels about the futility of human existence, harbors literary aspirations but fears failure, is an enthusiastic and gifted gardener (though he disparages his talents), has never met the right woman, though he will do so next spring while admiring the hydrangeas at the botanical garden.

Sunday, April 03, 2011


Well, it's no longer complete radio silence around here, but it's not exactly verbose either.* Perhaps a game to jump start things. The game:
Each day (for however long), I (phone-)draw a character/caricature and provide an impromptu name and backstory. (We've done this sort of thing before. We're just going to do it extra-regular-like for a lil' bit and see what happens.) If you so choose, you give your own impromptu name and backstory in the comments.
It'll be beatiful, just friggin' beautiful. Stay tuned.

* As mentioned, I started a new job three weeks ago, and my brain has been a non-stop geek explosion since (WMS, WPS, OGC, Postrgres, OpenLayers, Ubuntu, sudo, man, chmod, grep, get, post, REST, SOA, vim, KML, GML, NetCDF, raster, vector, layer...), and it's ridiculously fun but also tiring. (Did you know I'm a geek? I pretend to be a rocker-boy/artsy-whatnot, but really, I'm a geek.) And so when I'm not doing that, my brain goes, daaaaaaahhhhhhh..., and I drool, and not much blogging happens. But life is about balance. We'll rectify this inequity.