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.

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.