Empathy Machine

And Figure, Two

A bit of figure study snuck in at the library. The first is a musical storytime, the second is the Delaware First State Orchestra. It's a wild, wild, institution.





Why pay for models when people do it for free? Clothes are a bonus.

The 2-Oh Biz-Ounce

Have been hooked by some of juiciest music to ever pass rattle through a brain.


Number One Draft Pick, fresh from the County Library Troves:

Afro ~Dizzy Gillespie and His Orchestra, best heard in surround sound whilst roaring through the Appalachians. If short on genuine Appalachia, it'll do nicely for any State Park of or above average splendor. Beat up station wagons preferred.



Interestingly enough, I spent approximately twenty minutes in a State Park last night, most of which was spent drawing scratchy sketches of swampy landscapeage. Really lovely-- a bit of Brandywine Creek I'd oft driven by but never experienced. Grassy tufts and graveled paths winding back. Several mountain bike assault squadrons hurtle by, a handful of hairy, bellows-shaped man bellies ambling along.

One large belly assures me that his dog's friendly and doesn't bite, just wants to play, just wants to smell me--as he and his hick-breathed posse cornered me. Big dog. Giant Rin-tin-tin type, slavering maw of decay poised inches from my tender baby Adam's apple, bearing his full hundred stone muscled frame against a genuine thick metal chain leash. Yes, one of the wider gage chains you might see at a hardware store, the type sold to foundries and, well, just foundries, really.

In the distant foliage, a foreign family went about discharging a series of firearms.


I enjoyed a pleasent drive back home.

Jamming with Headgirds

Parag Nog has posted a weird, weird chance recording of four of us jamming out strangeness... it's just a clip of the wider, perplexing head-shaker we thumped out:

Plug Your IPod.mp3



Also, experienced Medeski, Martin and Wood last night at the Grand Opera House. Haven't cursed and laughed at such extremes for an unquantifiable block of time. Savory contrast between the drugged and drunk Caucasian twentysomefins and the austere and isolated grandmothers selling tickets and merchandise.

This is how their encore went.



Some Brief Pondering Produced by Tip-Typing in the Not-House:

Surprised by the difficulty of reading a laptop screen in the sun. Yet, direct sunlight heightens detail in the natural world. Thus, a breen (yes, both green and brown) computer with solar-powered skin and a facial display mimicking a reflective paper surface would be ideal. Make it, won't you?

I sneeze most offen when experiencing light shifts from gloomy catacombs to vibrant sunlight. Must be allergic. Should stray outside only when of dire import (eg., dungeon fever) or if someone 'deals' with 'Sol.' forever.

A bug crawled across the screen right now. These screens are terribly specialized: hypnotic light parallelogram by night, filthy lawn carpet by day. I actually like the multi-layered aspect of accumulated gunk. Adds character. Decreases productivity. Another bug, slightly bluer and with wings.

Fetch a Nook, Brawl a Sook

A few sketches from the sketches books on an afternoon during which the sun was particularly sunny and sunbather friendly:


asadjin bala steeple... riven pour ebay.

plus, bionic parag triplets serenading emma.


all in a day's noodle.