Permanently Yours

Permanently Yours

H.E. and I had dinner at John’s Philly Grille tonight, and upon leaving we passed HB Tattoo as we always do. That particular tattoo parlor is never what I expect from tattoo parlors. It has very wide windows that allow you to look in as you pass, and the establishment seems fairly big, open, tasteful, and very clean. The interior looks almost like a doctor’s or dentist’s office from outside. Huntington Beach soccer moms probably would get tattoos there with…

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Questions I Ask Myself

Questions I Ask Myself

What I miss about being a toddler is that I could ask any question that most adults could answer. “Doggy?” “Yes, that’s a doggy. It’s a very big doggy, and that one over there is a very small doggy.” “Why can’t I put my fingers in the socket?” “Because you’ll get shocked, and you might die. That’s not a good thing.” “How do radios work?” “Well … there’s a tiny little orchestra playing in there.” These days, my questions aren’t…

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News To Me, Unwelcome It Be

News To Me, Unwelcome It Be

One of the things at the top of my to do list the last couple of months was an illustration project for a magazine—three illustrations for a story: one full page, one half page, one spot. Due in September, so I worked on them today. There’s no compensation for this project except a free ad, so I kept it simple and quick. No pencil sketches for rough drafts. No painstakingly hand drawn creations. No detailed renderings to exactly match the…

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Taronga Zoo and the Sydney Harbour Bridge Climb

Taronga Zoo and the Sydney Harbour Bridge Climb

The last time I wrote in detail about my trip to Australia, I talked about Circular Quay, the first stop on the Rocket Harbour Cruise from Darling Harbour. The title of the post “First Stop” implies that there are other stops, to which I clearly allude at the end: And after that, I got on the boat to see the other stops on the tour. But somehow, I never got around to writing about those other stops. No one noticed…

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Zeroing In on the Inbox

Zeroing In on the Inbox

I live in my e-mail inbox, and I’m a slave to it. The problem is I get too much e-mail, and I constantly am having to process it. I’m organized, though. I have a workable filing system among my local folders that helps me keep track of the various cover and art projects that I either do or delegate to others. It makes a neat archive for referencing and for keeping me from getting one project confused with another, which…

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