What? OK, between Phoenix and San Jose I opened up Paper 53 to pass the time at 35,000 ft. There’s nothing Southwest Airlines about this one, well maybe indirectly.
Coast to Coast 3: Lucky Midnight Dog?
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A&M Market Merced
I pass this little corner market at the corner of K and 23rd, not to mention the nearby train station and the old Ford pickup truck, on my way to and from the 17th Street Pub.
Technical: I snapped a photo of this using my iPhone, viewed it in iPhoto on my external monitor, hand held my iPad and began sketching free hand in Paper 53 and finished it in Procreate. Good practice.
Scripted Political Discourse
Scripted in what sense? In practically every conceivable way: Parallel, pre-polarized, non-interactive, counter-directional, anti-dialogical, communication.
This is the image that came to mind.
Here’s the image in sepia tone, as modified in iPhoto:
I did the original in Paper 53 in color:
Your Call May Be Recorded For Quality Purposes
I repeat, “Quality Purposes.”
My favorite cartoon along these lines has this sort of caption: You have reached the Urology Department, please hold…..”
Doesn’t it seem like the record-breaking profits that some companies are enjoying defy the law of gravity and somehow float upwards into the execusphere? They sure don’t seem to be recirculated into customer service, do they?
Friendly Electronic Skies…ZZZ
Back finally at portfoliolongo.com west coast headquarters. Direct flights can’t be beat! Only one delay at PIT with a guy and his hand-held electronic device at the gate; other than that and the woman snoring behind us, smooth sailing!
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One and Only 4th
I love a parade! Always have…helps when your mom’s birthday was on July 4th. For years I thought all the hoopla was because of her birthday! (Secretly, I still do.)
Happy 4th of July weekend from portfoliolongo.com
(Annual Canonsburg, Pennsylvania 4th of July Parade)
At The Gate
With so many airport related topics right before my very eyes, here’s what came to mind. I think the idea surfaced in relation to all the hubbub about the Hobby Lobby decision, about which I’ve already opined. We see what we see.
If You Got The Quarters…
…there’s no telling what you can wash and dry!
Yea, spent some time at the coin-operated laundry after yoga. Have to admit, I was thinking about this to a small extent during Savasana, but it passed.
This is My Pink Ball with Two Feet from Aunt Karri
G’mornin’, my name is Cowboy, and I’m a 2005 Belgian Tervuren. It’s Saturday. I just ate. It’s time to play. I might take a short nap first, while I guard my favorite toy.
Son of a…
Something interesting happened last weekend while visiting friends. I saw a carving I had made nearly a quarter of a century ago, called Maryam’s monk, that prompted me to look at time – not only in terms of chronology but also as Kairos, which roughly corresponds to the difference between a minute and a moment.
Entranced as I was, I felt like never before the significance of a quote from Cervantes that I included in a recent post. Cada uno es hijo de sus obras. Roughly translated, Each of us is the son (or daughter) of his (or her) works. (Read how this was uttered by Sancho Panza in Don Quijote, Part 1, Chapter 47). Looking at the carving, which I’m now calling Maryam’s Monk (see photo below), I suddenly recalled in that moment how it was made and who I’d become since.
It’s Kairos Time
To be continued.
Maryam’s Monk
Maryam’s Monk
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