6 March 1927 – 17 April 2014
GABO-pjl-at-portfoliolongo.com
How lucky I was to read Cien Años de Soledad in Spanish under the direction of Professor Antonio Serna at Ohio University in 1980! When I learned of his passing, I had to refresh my memory and update my understanding of Gabriel García Márquez. I hadn’t ever seen this quote on poverty.
Yesterday afternoon I rode my bike down to the 17th Street Public House and had two beers, a Payback Porter by Speakeasy Ales & Lagers and a Belgian Style Double IPA Homework Series Batch No. 2. from Ballast Point (I think, at least that’s what the sticky note said). Delicious and potent both!
On the way out I took an iPhone photo of the exterior and rendered this rough drawing in Paper 53 from it earlier today in two sittings.
[Note: Due to technical difficulties, I’ve deleted and reposted this. Sorry for any inconvenience or confusion.]
Painting this pencil has challenged the entire crew at portfoliolongo.com. There’s know-how, and it’s certainly a capital asset in this business; but at this morning’s staff meeting the technicians emphasized do-how and it’s practical significance. The paint isn’t drying for some reason, and production is suspended until we find a solution.
I swear we saw one guy with a back pack that was so big that…
Seriously, we witnessed the eclipse from our backyard observation station, Malbec 599:
…I don’t care who you voted for or how big you think government should or shouldn’t be, put down that beer and listen up! You wanna run your car on my roads, then you play by my rules (See pp. ix to 99). Now go put these plates on the front and back your your car. We’ll see you in a couple of years – if not sooner – to find out how things are goin.
So, yea, I put the new plates on today.
Last year a buddy of mine gave me some wood to carve. I’m halfway through the cottonwood bark, and just today I started messing with a piece of cedar. It’s a work in progress…as illustrated:
Yes, it’s a boy, a baby pencil boy.
Sleep’s gate has one of those simple, old-fashioned latches; but all at once you’re surrounded by garden already, you don’t know how you got in, and it doesn’t matter. You’ve dozed off.
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