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We are embarrassed again…
Big drawing day yesterday, most of it accomplished while R, the savvy intern, was sitting at the computer scanning slides from decades ago. While I usually like solitude for working, I was surprised to see how much I was able to focus with the right person there. There was something comforting in knowing that a project was moving along without me having to do every little bit of it. Suddenly felt like a real artist. (and just a note to my pals here on LJ: I’m sure the drawings will be visible at some point, but they weren’t of the “self daily” cartoon variety)
After working for a bit, I went on into Manhattan to have a a chat and a chew with Ryan Roman at the Reggio. I took the above picture there and then put my camera away, which meant that I didn’t return the compliment of taking his picture as he did mine. A lapse of photo/blog courtesy, but it was an engrossing conversation.
I wandered up and crosstown and suddenly remembered that I still had money left on the gift certificate that I’d gotten for Christmas to New York Central Art Supply. I went crazy in the paint and dowel departments. So, sculptures on the way.
From there it was Union Square for a salad, and finally I gobbled a Salty Pimp from The Big Gay Ice Cream Truck. I’ll admit it – I’m getting crushed out on the ice cream man. The evidence was all over my mustache and beard as I stood there with soft serve and chocolate dripping off of me.
Today I’ll be working at Leather Pride Night, doing the volunteer thing.
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This is food…
Keep coming back to it…
I don’t know why. It’s not even that good a picture. But out of the dozen or so I shot yesterday, I keep coming back to this one of Thor about to leave the theater after he and Mudcub and I saw The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus, Terry Gilliam’s latest self portrait.
There’s something very sweet about it, even though the color is fucked and the seats and the back wall of the theater aren’t parallel. Last night was sweet as well. I got taken out to a delicious meal at Tabla, from their tasting menu, which meant that I didn’t have to decide about anything other than my cocktail, a method of dining I’m coming to appreciate. During the movie I to to share chocolate chip cookies made by my talented sister. And we basically had the screening to ourselves, with the exception of some six other people. I bet the movie is tanking. I also know I’ll be impatiently lining up to buy it in disc format. Like all of my favorite Gilliam movies, it flops around looking for an ending, as though Gilliam couldn’t quite bear to leave the world he so lovingly crafted.
It’s a plea for the imagination, at the same time being a gimlet eyed look at the havoc artists wreak on those around them. The “lies” of today’s digital film making are played off against the solid pleasures of theatrical trickery that live on the viewers faith. Christopher Plummer’s Parnassus is an honest mountebank who comes up against Heath Ledger’s empty charlatan. Tom Waits plays a maguffin. The frame is stuffed with beautiful tarnish to look at. All in all, my kind of flick, bilious and odd as it is.
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Say your prayers, villain!
Shoulders aching. It’s been a bumbling weekend. A little sketching got done. Things interrupted other things. Saturday’s weather was simply wretched: sloppy not snow not rain, falling so slowly that it didn’t count as sleet either. But its damp and cold penetrated everywhere, especially for under-dressed me. I finished up reading The Year’s Best Science Fiction 14, but it was probably wrong to read it all at one go. I think the editors favor a kind or story that hits very predictable marks, and by then end of the anthology I was too often anticipating the plot twists to b e able to enjoy the writing.
Lately I’ve been trying to gingerly re-approach the things that were important to me as a kid: science fiction and comics and it’s a little bit rough going with both. There’s so much out there, and as in everything else, so much of it isn’t very good. I left comic fandom in part because of fatigue over drawn out punchfests that padded stories into multi issue affairs with very little actual payoff. In trying to pick them up again I’m seeing the same thing at work.
Of course genres are only as good as their individual practitioners, and my sample has been pretty small, so I shouldn’t really leap to conclusions. Still I’m much happier reading obscure kiddie comics from the fifties than today’s superhero offerings. And learning more from the drawings, too.
The new book is Alan Weisman’s The World Without Us, which is the kind of light non fiction that I love, but which always makes me faintly embarrassed, like I should know all this this stuff already, should have read the tougher science books that he is popularizing here. Truth is, it’s like a science fiction book itself, with the bones exposed: post apocalyptic, right? I’m comforted by the notion of the earth being able to continue on its way without the noisome presence of human beings, and even though artists are supposed to be in the immortality business, making things to outlast ourselves, I’m happy to contemplate the oblivion which awaits all of my works.
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Mystic Secrets revealed!
I learned a great truth today:
Socks, when their Karma is properly aligned, can be reincarnated as Bay leaves.
Nothing else would explain the facts that every time I put ten socks in the dryer, I get seven back, and for every two Bay leaves I add to my stew, I pick out five.
Let us take a moment to contemplate the majesty of the Cosmic Wheel.
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Porn I say, Porn…
Of the foodal variety. No turkey today at my family dinner, but here’s the pumpkin cheese cake my aunt made. My sister was the main artiste, producing a savory bread pudding with kale, fall off the bone roast lamb, Brussels sprouts, potatoes and even a batch of luscious Parmesan and butter biscuits, made she said, because she was anxious about the lamb.
It was all as good as good can be. I brought some Spanish wine, that I took a little gamble on and was pleasantly surprised by.
In the beginning of the day I met a friend for a quiet walk around Central Park. The sky had cleared, and it was warm and perfect.
After it was all done I came home and fed Lehigh a few leftovers. Just so you guys know I’m not the stern parent some of you think I am. She seemed as thankful to have me as I am to have her, and indeed as I am to have the rich, lush life that I do.
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Chop’t, my savior…
This salad is now inside me, and I am swooning with its vegetal goodness.
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At a nearby restaurant…
Like a Turkey…
Dang…
It may not look it in the photo, but that is one dry grapefruit. I don’t quite know what’s worse: the fact that it’s such a disappointing grapefruit, or the fact that I spent so much of the afternoon looking forward to that great grapefruit I was going to have. That’s how dangerous and transgressive a life I lead.
Maybe, since I just got my AARP application in the mail, I should just retire to Boca, where I can get a bag of TEN GRAPEFRUITS FOR $2 BUCKS AND EACH ONE AS BIG AS BESSIE’S NEW GRANDKID’S HEAD, Y’HEAR ME?
Okay, I’ll just settle down. Didn’t mean to get agitated.
Tags: aging, daily photo, dissapointment, food