Friday, April 30, 2010
Toothpaste sometimes comes in the same type of packaging as hair care products.
The door of the freezer and the microwave oven are at the same height and have a similar feel.
The design on Newman's Own regular coffee looks almost exactly same as the design of the decaf coffee.
This one took me a week of headaches to figure out.
Japanese sedans in the Stop & Shop parking lot all look the same, regardless of color or year.
You can't always tell the difference between size six girl's clothing and size six women's clothing until you try to fit your head or leg through it.
Even if you don't name your kids in a rhyming fashion or with the same first letter, you are bound to yell their name loudly and incorrectly and in public.
Do be careful in the medicine cabinet. That itch might not go away.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Nine is edgy.
It's, "I'm awesome but I'm not perfect".
Nine wears black t-shirts with jeans and high top sneakers.
Nine knows big things are coming.
Nine is going to live like they don't care about tomorrow.
Ask 1969 or the 1990s or the Beatles.
Ask a nine-year-old. They will give you a smirky smile and then go ride their bike.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
It takes place in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn, NY just before it became the hipster art capital it is today.
The film has the characters asking themselves who they are and how do they justify their definition.
Are you what you do? Are you what you say you do? Are you are what you are? Are you what you want to be?
I say it's what you put in the "occupation" box on your taxes.
I consistently fill that little box with the word, "artist".
I have however had numerous jobs.
Here is a list of all the jobs I've held, at least the ones I could remember:
dog sitter (scary)
face painter (wish those kids would wipe the cotton candy off first)
camp counselor (taught me among other things that teenagers can handle more responsibility than you think)
waitress (hard work and dirty)
art history slide library assistant (remember slides? remember typewriters?)
general store clerk (early hours, great way to meet the whole community)
cottage cleaner (I was too slow to make good money)
dishwasher (one of the best jobs I've ever had)
newspaper layout (learned to use a proportion wheel)
bartender (if you put in enough alcohol people won't complain)
carnival ride operator (the explanation is too long for these parenthesis)
art supply store clerk (did it for the discount)
doll buyer (got to go to the Toy Fair in NYC)
painted furniture artist (learned how to paint with paint markers)
chambermaid (worst job)
bookstore clerk (did it for the discount)
florist phone operator (similar experience to Bob Cratchit's employment)
frame shop clerk (I recommend acid free mats that go with the picture not the couch)
home design store manager (pretty place to work)
mother (lifetime appointment)
corporate treasurer (current position)
I am sure there are some that I am forgetting. I've learned a lot about life and people from these jobs that took me from a tent in the woods to a New York penthouse to a trailer in a hurricane. But if you ask me the inescapable question, "What do you do?", I will say, "I'm an artist".
I didn't post a link to a YouTube clip for the movie. I could only find one. I recommend buying the DVD, "Surviving Desire" which has the short, "Theory of Achievement" included. It's worth adding to your hip collection.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Back in February I filled the registration form out, made a copy of his birth certificate and wrote a modest check. This is all pretty standard stuff that we're all use to these days. We are constantly re-identifying ourselves and signing waivers that we agree to not hold anyone responsible for anything that can possibly go wrong.
So when I got to the bottom of the form and read a line that my child would not be able to participate without the signed parental agreement on the back of the form I was not surprised.
I get it. No one wants to get sued in case Owen Meany comes up to bat.
I was surprised though when I turned the page over to find that this was a parental behavior agreement.
There were about 15 numbered statements of parental expectations including, volunteering at the snack shack and picking the kids up on time.
Most of the points however, were a lengthy pledge that as a parent of a little league participant, you will not be a jerk. No swearing, drinking, coaching, booing, taunting, humiliating, etc.
I don't really want to work the snack shack and I'm often a couple minutes late. I do pledge though, that I will do my best to not start a fistfight in the bleachers.
Here's an example of one from the Little League website. I didn't save a copy of ours.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
There's something about a toothless smile that is endearing. It reminds us of that first grader bliss, just before a kid gets self-concious about how they look or how they sound as their tongue gets stuck in the empty space of their missing tooth.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Last year, I made a video of the book I illustrated for Kathleen Healy's song, "Clouds". At the time I used the only recorded version of the song that I had. I didn't realize until after I posted it on the World Wide Web that the vocals didn't exactly match the text in the book.
I now have an updated recording from the CD, "Songs for a Cloudy Day" (available with the purchase of the book). So here is an updated video with matching text and vocals.
If you are interested in purchasing the Book/CD, send me an email firstname.lastname@example.org
Monday, April 5, 2010
I told him that wasn't the look of anger.
What you see in the bird's narrow eyed, as-if-they-can-see-through-you look is the look of a fisherman.
He spends most of his life out over the water hunting for fish. He has a biological imperative to stay out there.
He is cold and tired. He is on the brink of death and ruin. Yet when he returns to land (usually to mate) all he can think about is going back to sea.