If
a person wanted to be the best
and
take one of the great things to be done
whatever it may be,
I don’t know,
you got to get goin’ on it
and
not be
wasting any time
Robert D. Rogers
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
Bob Rogers
If
a person wanted to be the best
and
take one of the great things to be done
whatever it may be,
I don’t know,
you got to get goin’ on it
and
not be
wasting any time
Robert D. Rogers
Clarence Dennis Smith
If
they come from Alaska…
have your papers,
have your information.
Don’t lose your ID,
because
these people
are not with it.
It seems they hired a lot of people without PhD’s.
Clarence Dennis Smith
Peter Paul’s Number One Model
ACE
Monday, 18 June 2007
Alena
There was this guy
who walked into a restaurant.
He said ”
I want something to eat
and
to drink
and
to play with”.
And the waiter gave him a watermelon…
Alena Barbara Akse
Monday, 11 June 2007
Friday, 8 June 2007
Whew!
OK, so I know I'm totally lame for being away so long. Let's get caught up.
So I've been gone for 3 of the past 5 weeks. Went to Seattle to babysit the kiddos while KWW was in a conference. Big props to Bladio for being awesome. All of this was done with Simon's absurd tonsils and strep throat. An excuse we had actually used to get out of a trip the week before.
The New York for a week of Babysitting the kiddos while KWW was at a conference. This time, for the first occaison in as long as I can remember, neither kiddo got sick as a direct result of the travelling. Spent a good part of every day in one f many parks, and even got to see some Carleton friends--Anupam, Elyse and lttle man Dev. (Pronounced "Dave"--a perfect blend of traditional indian culture and complete assimilation). Also got to have lunch from a street vendor in the park with my man, Ed-Dog. Also very fun and great with the kiddos. For basically spending a lot of every day trying to keep either kid from being kidnapped, (or in Eloise's case, being arrested for baby stroller theft), I got to see a good deal of art. Speant like 3 hours at the Met and went to the National Academy show, where I got to see the work of many of the people I have studied with over the years.
The, the day after we get home, I drive to Chicago for a week to do a portrait commission. I don't really do portraits too much and those of you who have known what my work has been like for many years, you know that its only very recently that the person I'm painting actually looks like the person I'm painting. I was doing this commission for another artist, only one 25 years my elder and far more successful than I am likely to be anytime real soon.
So, I basically figured I'd be in for a week of--What?!? That's Crap!
The subject was the artist's 96 year old mother. seriously, 96. I'm pretty sure she's the oldest person I ahve ever met and I was completely impressed. After I was certain that she worked longer than I had the night before (yes...I didn'y get out of the studio until 10 last night...) she would make me lunch, as me very politely which contemporary artists I liked. Thankfully, we deeply agreed on Richard Diebenkorn..seriously he's great. OK, so its not like he's contemporary, but he only died 15 years ago.
When I was finished, she was very impressed with the likeness (Whew!) but told that all the blacks I used became holes in the picture.
So I've been gone for 3 of the past 5 weeks. Went to Seattle to babysit the kiddos while KWW was in a conference. Big props to Bladio for being awesome. All of this was done with Simon's absurd tonsils and strep throat. An excuse we had actually used to get out of a trip the week before.
The New York for a week of Babysitting the kiddos while KWW was at a conference. This time, for the first occaison in as long as I can remember, neither kiddo got sick as a direct result of the travelling. Spent a good part of every day in one f many parks, and even got to see some Carleton friends--Anupam, Elyse and lttle man Dev. (Pronounced "Dave"--a perfect blend of traditional indian culture and complete assimilation). Also got to have lunch from a street vendor in the park with my man, Ed-Dog. Also very fun and great with the kiddos. For basically spending a lot of every day trying to keep either kid from being kidnapped, (or in Eloise's case, being arrested for baby stroller theft), I got to see a good deal of art. Speant like 3 hours at the Met and went to the National Academy show, where I got to see the work of many of the people I have studied with over the years.
The, the day after we get home, I drive to Chicago for a week to do a portrait commission. I don't really do portraits too much and those of you who have known what my work has been like for many years, you know that its only very recently that the person I'm painting actually looks like the person I'm painting. I was doing this commission for another artist, only one 25 years my elder and far more successful than I am likely to be anytime real soon.
So, I basically figured I'd be in for a week of--What?!? That's Crap!
The subject was the artist's 96 year old mother. seriously, 96. I'm pretty sure she's the oldest person I ahve ever met and I was completely impressed. After I was certain that she worked longer than I had the night before (yes...I didn'y get out of the studio until 10 last night...) she would make me lunch, as me very politely which contemporary artists I liked. Thankfully, we deeply agreed on Richard Diebenkorn..seriously he's great. OK, so its not like he's contemporary, but he only died 15 years ago.
When I was finished, she was very impressed with the likeness (Whew!) but told that all the blacks I used became holes in the picture.
Monday, 23 April 2007
50's dad
Yesterday after being with the kids all afternoon, kww got back from Master swim, uh sorry, Mas-Tah Sweem. Anyway, I had been attempting to read the Sunday paper unsuccessfully all day.
I want a bath and to read the paper. "shall I make you a martini?" Why...yes...
OK, those 50's suburban fathers of Leave it to Beaver fame did have a few things figured out. It turns out that 5:00 is the perfect time to have a martini while reading the paper and negecting the kids. Especially if the martini is vodka, dirty with 3 olives.
I want a bath and to read the paper. "shall I make you a martini?" Why...yes...
OK, those 50's suburban fathers of Leave it to Beaver fame did have a few things figured out. It turns out that 5:00 is the perfect time to have a martini while reading the paper and negecting the kids. Especially if the martini is vodka, dirty with 3 olives.
Friday, 13 April 2007
bachelors
Kww and the baby girl got back tonight from Chi-Town.
Here I am legally oligated to give a huge shout-out to Mamie for her rock-star work with aforementioned baby girl.
For the past week Simon and I have been bachelors.
A familiar refrain:
What do bachelors eat?
Anything they want!
What do bachelors do?
Anything they want!
Now a week is a long time for a small boy to be a bachelor. The first couple of days were spent sick. Actually, on Sunday, Simon puked in two diffferent states and in the air--probably over Iowa. It's like he's already in high School...but I digress. He went to L Cook and then eventually to school. Only one day was spend in full bachelorhood.
Now it seems being a bachelor boiled down to a few dearly held beliefs. One should get to watch a lot of TV. One should be able to play a game where your father is actually your brother and the two of you can spend your time conspiring to undermine the authority of the unseen "mom" who makes you do what it is you want to do already. "You mean I HAVE TO fast forward through all the boring commercials, but HAVE TO watch all the kid commercals?" "You mena I ahve to have ICE Cream again?" It Means the occaisonal doughnut breakfast. Plenty of Poppa sleeping in your room, especially if you have been puking for the better part of 500 (air) miles. TV Dinners are not merely for babysitter night anymore.
Frankly, I'm just glad I was the only one drinking.
Here I am legally oligated to give a huge shout-out to Mamie for her rock-star work with aforementioned baby girl.
For the past week Simon and I have been bachelors.
A familiar refrain:
What do bachelors eat?
Anything they want!
What do bachelors do?
Anything they want!
Now a week is a long time for a small boy to be a bachelor. The first couple of days were spent sick. Actually, on Sunday, Simon puked in two diffferent states and in the air--probably over Iowa. It's like he's already in high School...but I digress. He went to L Cook and then eventually to school. Only one day was spend in full bachelorhood.
Now it seems being a bachelor boiled down to a few dearly held beliefs. One should get to watch a lot of TV. One should be able to play a game where your father is actually your brother and the two of you can spend your time conspiring to undermine the authority of the unseen "mom" who makes you do what it is you want to do already. "You mean I HAVE TO fast forward through all the boring commercials, but HAVE TO watch all the kid commercals?" "You mena I ahve to have ICE Cream again?" It Means the occaisonal doughnut breakfast. Plenty of Poppa sleeping in your room, especially if you have been puking for the better part of 500 (air) miles. TV Dinners are not merely for babysitter night anymore.
Frankly, I'm just glad I was the only one drinking.
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