My Ground: Population 1
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Vision, Strength, and Flexibility…
Two scoops of vision for me please.
Parking
Lunar Roving Vehicle (LRV), Apollo 15, 1971, Parking Meter, 10 cents, 2 hours
Note: Three LRVs from Apollo 15, 16, and 17 (1971 and 1972) remain on the moon. Who’s feeding the meter?
Uplifting and Educational
Take a look at the short video clip below, and you’ll see what inspired me to do this sketch:
Windshield Wiper for iPad
If it’s already on the market, please don’t tell me. Something Ann said over the phone this evening made me think of the concept, but I can’t remember what. As I sketched it, I thought of my father and how he would routinely save a half a meatball in order to sop up the remaining spaghetti sauce on his plate. Invariably, as Spring follows Winter, one drop of spaghetti sauce would land on his tie or shirt. If he were still with us, he’d probably need one of these:
Related products: The iLighter.
Cottonwood Bark
Now that I have some space, i.e., a garage and a patio area, to kick up some dust, I’ve started putzing around.
Two cottonwood bark carvings I did in 2013.
Pencil Theme?
There’s definitely a pencil theme here. I plan to do many more of all sizes. Some sketches from way way back:
Faded Muscle Memories
It’s time to roll out my mat and resume my war on chronology.
Context: Beer (inter alia)
On our very first visit to Merced, CA in January of this year, while Ann was interviewing and being interviewed, I was engaged in a contextual research project. That’s when I first stumbled into the 17th Street Public House; and, that’s when I began imagining our own potential immersion, our own possible intertwinement in this new context, to honor the texture of this metaphor. Fast forward, and we’re here in Merced, and I’m already making comparisons between my initial research findings and those related to a similar investigation that I conducted at El Bait Shop in Des Moines, Iowa four years ago. At any rate, I’m pleased that we’ll be able to take part in the Great Beer Movement that’s happening here and throughout the country. Kinda’ makes me feel at home.
Taking Everything Personally: Tic-Tac-Mitote
As much as I try to embrace Don Miguel Ángel Ruiz’s Four Agreements, my mitote place me in situations in which it seems like there’s no alternative but to take things personally.
The Stages of Moving
Moving is multidimensional and has stages, evidently. In some rooms it’s time to start hanging things and thinking about color; in others I haven’t even found the light switches.
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