The outcome being over 95% certain, I found a new hobby: trolling right-wingers on my Hillary-voting friends’ Facebook feed..
After my friend spent six comments in a row defending herself against a non-sequitur rant about Wikileaks, I came out from under the bridge:
Here is a photo of the two cousins (Terry and Tammy) with Teresa and Seung
I got that sweater on a vacation to New Orleans when I was in grade school. I remember my father taking us down Bourbon Street and afterward my dad teasing my brother for “tripping all over himself.” I myself wondered why all the people in the posters there were wearing black tape for clothing.
Continue reading and seeing more photos from the past after the jump
“Did you like the book you bought?”
“Well, when Sarkan gets…”
“Whoa! you’re not going to spoil it for me, are you?”
“Why?”
“Because I might want to read it.”
“Okay.”
The next day, she left the novel on my nightstand.
Continue reading about fantasy/sci fi and sex(!) after the jump
After finishing Chapter 1 of Keys to Drawing, I thoughtI needed a respite. I completed a bastardized version of the first exercise from Bargue’s Drawing Course.
I was wrong, this was not fun of a break.
Here are your mom and dad’s wedding pictures. There were a couple of others that were damaged because they were attached to the album pages with scotch tape.
Continue reading and seeing some more wedding photos after the jump
I’m finally finishing chapter 1. This time I’m supposed to sketch a “complicated mechanical object.”
I found a photo of great grandfather and grandmother Ree
Continue reading about some unintended stories about this photo after the jump
…there is no thought, “I have attained something.” When we have no thought of achievement, no thought of self, we are true beginners.
— Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind
Now that I’ve spent over a year relearning how to program, it’s getting to the point that I can spend some spare time applying the system of shuhari to something I never learned: drawing.
The cynical me says if President George W Bush can do it, how hard can it be? But the real reason is I’ve always wanted to draw and admired and encouraged my friends who had the talent, but gave up trying myself around the sixth grade.
Later, I learned that “having talent” for something just means willingness to practice at it and fail, a lot. It was feeling embarrassment over the latter that kept me from seriously attempting to learn drawing.
Continue reading about my attempt to draw my eyes after the jump
I’m taking the bus this afternoon to meet someone for coffee and an old memory hits me.
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I’m in the third grade and the Cub Scouts are going to be performing a skit for the school. My two friends, Kenny and Tom, are going to be playing old ladies.
Continue reading about my bus driving stories after the jump