Woodlawn Broke Backs

Yes. We won. We WON. Woodlawn tooked the first official New Castle County Library Olympics by storm, by roots, by merit, by any means necessary (disregarding disintegration, as you wish). The entire team adorned with custom polos and cheap, china-born medals, Andre touting the fool's golden chalice, the very world frothing with rabid oaths of fealty and submission. Good stuff.

Congrats everyone. especially us. We're the best around.


Gotta request that Karate Kid soundtrack. Killer stuff. Stupid bike. Get him a body bag, Johnny!




Listened to a fabulous SALT Lecture given by Brian Fagan. Particularly provocative in his identification of the elephant in the room of climate change: drought. Apparently most wars of the next century will be dictated by a general dearth of fresh water.

Desalination, anyone?

Sky Berry Owl

Some more roughs for our library's flag:



and a possible t-shirt design:





Sir Arthur Dewreed, the owlster. Going to show this to the weekend crew tomorrow, so I'll post the resulting bits that survive.

Won't You Doo-Rag, Doo-Rag

Jane came up with the ridiculously fitting name, right in front of me, right on the spot. Kudos!



A little random ramble featuring the mascot (not endorsed by any library, whatsoever):

Owly Owly Owly

Got the go-ahead from the voices at the top. Lawny the Owl, ladies and gentlemen. Mascot and inspiration to the Woodlawn Library. Probably. Unless the staff votes him down. Which is impossible.


Some brief sketchnitude:




Lookitim, in all his various incarnations. Gimme some feedback... he could go in pretty much any direction at this point (though the jock-computer version doesn't really fly). I'll wing out some more tomorrow, when my pulse rates above corpse level. Those playground kids are crazy, crazy business, though I completed all of their challenges, excluding the backflip.

And the front flip.


And the handstand.



I left before they could dream up anything else. Incidentally, I showed a few of them my initial drawings of the Lawn Man, and I have no idear where they at. If you work with me and see a piece of paper on the playground under those rad triangular monkey bars, snatch it up and slide it through the book drop (not the audio/visual).


...and my legs have lost track of their usual springiness.