Make More Babies

Despondent teens, farmhands in heat, bonnets, log cabins, and apple pie: frontier living had it all.


Two notes:

1) sorry, Isaac, I was going to use 'Isaiah,' but it just looks awkward. As far as I know, you are not a womanizer, but you DO have the potential chromosome.

2) the only apple pie I've had in 5 years was packaged in a brown paper bag and yes, it was worth it.

Niko Niko Niko!

Behold! My first nephew:


My brother's own son Niko weighs in a resilient 6 lbs., 11 oz. and stretches 19 inches from skull cap to tiptoe. He frequents the afternoon chugging people milk and riding the snooze cruise motions of his father's ribcage. Sleepy troup they be. Updates to come!

Post Exhibition of Post Xmas Present-able Drawings

A portrait for my Nana (self included)



And my bro , sis-in-law, and li'l bitty unborn relation to be:I kinda went ape hatching the first pic with my new rapidograph pens. Nice, nice stuff.

When will the birthing begin and end? Today's the due date. So far, no dice. It will be nice, when it happens. Nice, nice stuff.

Baby On Th' Moog

i've been out of artistical commision for about a week, yes, helping scrape and sand and fill and paint walls when not at work. yes, much hath been learned during the intermission between this post and last, so fear not, the blog lives on!


And speaking of new life and stuff:
Yes, the word's official, as of 9:30 today. My sister-in-law's got a melon growing in her abdomen. Everyone's simply buggy, all up and down the relations later, busy attaching generational prefixes to our name tags.


To celebrate, think I'll gorge on half a watermelon tomorrow morning, unless the cantaloupe's ripened by then.



Interesting stuff:

Synthesizer-Daddy Robert Moog.

A funny homeboy wailin on the best Moog Synthesizer Ever.