As I worked on a couple of print covers and some huge files today, I found myself thinking about where I was four or five years ago. I was on a computer with a 10GB hard drive and heaven knows how much RAM—I’m guessing 128MB, upgraded to 512MB. I could work on only one cover at a time, lest I run out of room before I could burn my work files to CD with an external CD burner that ran…
“Please pass the salt. This dish is bland. I think it needs a little hand.” “Well, here you are—but not too much! With salt, you only need a touch.” “The pepper, too, please—right this way. It’s much too much like eating hay.” “Well, here you are—but please be wise! Too much would really sting your eyes.” “Ah, now it’s ready for a taste— This dish of mine won’t go to waste.” “So eat! Don’t let it sit too long; It…
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I sometimes think I’m not really a woman. Not only am I not into shopping or cosmetics, but I simply don’t care whether or not a man leaves the toilet seat up or down. I know women are supposed to hate when a man leaves the seat up and are always complaining about it, but it just doesn’t bother me at all. I mean, H.E. has to lift the seat up every time he goes, so why shouldn’t I have…
Notwithstanding all the whales, witches, and werewolves that pop up in people’s stories, some of the hardest photos to find for my book cover work are actually the most mundane ones. This is the twenty-first century; interracial couples and heavy women abound in this country, but for some reason not many of them find their way into a professional photo studio. Photographers have this thing for shooting photogenic white people on a strict diet of fruit and water, and they…