There’s not much that hasn’t already been said about this; in fact, maybe this has already been said:
Is there an anthropologist in the house?
Here I am in the Firestone waiting room again, and it’s an expensive wait. I brought my iPad and just started drawing one the ideas that I have listed on my Evernote list of drawing ideas. The item on the list was this: an anthropologist saying, I’d like to talk to you about your familiarity. The great Gary Larson has done some funny cartoons about anthropologists in tribal contexts. So, I knew I wanted to underscore the relative absurdity by using a contemporary, family, living room setting.
Half way through the drawing my stylus had a flat. This is, as they say, a whole nother story, this topic of styluses. I’m using some pretty basic styluses, nothing battery operated or fancy. They’re built in such a way that the tip isn’t really a tip; it’s a bulbus nubby kind of tip-ish sort of thing made of some sort of special material and meant to impersonate the finger…a small finger. At any rate, my rounded, bulb of a nub kinda went flat.
Now I know I need to carry a back up, especially when I’m in a waiting room.
Behind the scenes here is the notion of “familiarity.” I’m not knocking anthropologists. Familiarity is a tricky concept. There is something to be said of the unique role that anthropologists play in facilitating the familiarization of familiarity, not unlike the role of a midwife in some respects.
This time, because of the flat stylus, I spent very little digital attention on the faces. I kinda’ like that effect. I’ll try that again on purpose.
More theologoumena, this one on the recent gov’t shutdown
A few weeks ago, when many parts of the government came to an avoidable halt from Oct. 1 through Oct. 16, 2013, it occurred to me that there was no way of knowing just how far up the food chain the residual effects would climb. And so I envisioned this:
I’ve just added this drawing to the Gallery, Random Theologoumenal Renderings on this page.
A Shoe Theme Has Emerged: Men’s Shoes Can Be Loud Too
We wear shoes. Some of us would have a harder time sneaking up on others because of the sounds our shoes make. One of those sounds prompted me to produce this clip:
That little clip was based on something similar I had already tried a couple of weeks ago (see below), I used the following two images in iMovie, did some editing, and added some sound tracks. These are the two drawings done in Fifty Three Paper, the iPad drawing app.
Fifty Three lets you duplicate a drawing. I did so, erased the hammers, and added bunny slippers. Wishful thinking?
BULLETIN: This just in from the Des Moines Register: Police: Dispute comes to head with hammers
The following short clip, entitled Airport Security or TSA, is the prototype I referred to.
The two drawings use in Airport Security or TSA:
Letter from Des Moines
Remote Post
An unusual sky over The Moines. I wish I had time to draw this, but this is only a test.
Revision: Sun., Nov. 17, 2013
I’m curious to see whether this post gets pulled to the top because I’m editing it. I’m also curious to see what happens when I add another image to an old post. In this case it’s a variation of the above image, which I posted by cell phone remotely yesterday evening. It was produced, i.e., modified in an app called My Sketch, that is to say, I had nothing to do with modification other than selecting “Art Sketch.”
Little Boxes, Armour Hot Dogs, Earworms, & Neti Pots
Let’s see; how did this drawing come about?

That recurring moment when you have the song Little Boxes running through your head and it keeps turning into the Armour Hot Dogs theme song
Earlier today, for no apparent reason, I found myself, no, heard myself thinking about the tune, Little Boxes, (1962 song by Malvina Reynolds) made famous first by Pete Seeger in 1963 and then more recently by the Showtime television series Weeds. Now, for the record, back in August of 2009 I crafted and posted a related YouTube video with my own sound track, a variation of Little Boxes, because I was so taken by the song. However, this morning, each time I tried to hum along with Little Boxes, as it was being rendered to me by my own unique stuck song syndrome, the melody would morph into the Armour Hot Dog theme song, as portrayed in the 1967 TV commercial. Think about it. Hum along: Little Boxes…Armour Hotdogs. OK, that’s enough. Quit while you’re ahead!
There is nothing worse than an earworm that starts off one way and undergoes a metamorphous inside your head before it goes on…and on…and makes itself at home.
BIG CHECK: Inaugural Post, An Arbitrary Starting Point
I’ve been told I use my hands a lot when I talk. Maybe that’s because I consider language as my back-up medium. Give me a lump of clay, a chunk of wood, paper and pencil, iMovie, PowerPoint, iPhoto, and most recently, an iPad, a drawing app like Fifty Three Paper, and a stylus, and then ask me if I have anything to “say.”
I’ve always been intrigued by those photo-ops in which people are giving and receiving funding and BIG, ENORMOUS checks are used. You’ve seen them. I assembled a few into one image, and at first I called it Big Check.

Prenatal Outcomes: Tangible financial capital investments intended to be converted into outcomes desired by the community
Then, I guess because of my work in planning and evaluation, I renamed it, Prenatal Outcomes.
The idea of the “big check” stuck with me, and a couple of weeks ago, I drew the following on my first generation iPad using Fifty Three Paper.

Betty was slightly annoyed that her benefactors hadn’t given her a regular check after the press conference.
It could happen.










