Saturday, August 27, 2022

So Close But So Far

I was walking along Hollywood Boulevard today. You know, the Walk of Fame, where all the stars are embedded in the sidewalk.

A father and two sons stopped in front of of me, the father pointing excitedly at the star beneath his feet. I stepped around him as he spoke excitedly to his kids.

"Look, Orson Welles! He did 1984 and Animal Farm."

Nice of him to think authors get stars on Hollywood Boulevard, I guess.

Friday, August 26, 2022

Toronto Panel

This is long, so I haven't listened to it all yet, but so far I haven't said anything embarrassing. But I'm only five minutes in...

Thursday, August 25, 2022

The Agony

Day Four. Project: Work at the Office All Week.

You'd think I hadn't done this for years on end, based on the internal whining going on in my brain.

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Pest Control

Four times a month, a falconer, falcon, and two bird dogs visit the grounds of our new office. They are there to scare away pigeons.

Tuesday, August 23, 2022

Exhibition Uptown

The last thing I did on Saturday before heading back to LA was to stop by the Society of Illustrators for the exhibit "The Artist's Experience: From Brotherman to Batman." 

The exhibit is marvelous and on display until October 29th, so those of you going to New York Comic Con still have time to check it out. 

 Curated by Shawn Martinbrough and Karama Horne, including work by Denys Cowan, Alitha Martinez (and Mark Morales), Robyn Smith, Jamal Igle, Khary Randolph, Afua Richardson, Eric Battle, and on and on.

Sunday, August 21, 2022

Actually, Yes, Ugly Dude

Slice of life at the bus stop yesterday, the one at the Grove Street PATH.

One of those "Via" shared rides SUVs stopped at the bus stop and opened its doors. A young man at the bus stop noticed a woman inside and proceeded to try to get her attention.

"You're looking good, you want to talk? Hey, you disrespectin' me? I just want to talk."

She either ignored him or didn't even hear him. As she continued to ignore him while other passengers got into the Via, he started talking to himself.

"You can't even say hi to the ladies no more. I ain't no ugly dude."

No one said a word to the not-ugly dude, but I probably wasn't the only one who thought it might be a while before not-ugly dude figured some things out about how to talk to women.

Saturday, August 20, 2022

Last Century

I went by the old Frying Pan today.

What a glorious 30th birthday that was! It was a few years ago. Just a couple.

Friday, August 19, 2022

Tuesday, August 16, 2022

Doe A Deer

Working noon-9 pm Eastern time (9-6 Pacific time) gets pretty rough the last couple hours of every weekday, but the mornings are brilliant. I can go to physical therapy for my foot, or do menial tasks, play with the yard beasts, or swim or ride a Citibike.

This morning I wanted to go swimming, but the August morning was a little colder than I'd expected, so I went for a bike ride to Liberty State Park instead. My plan was to visit Caven Point, a migratory bird habitat currently under siege from a golf course developer. (shakes fist.)

Sunday, August 14, 2022

That's Italian!

“Did you know espresso is Italian?”

I stared blankly at my inquisitor. I was a captive audience, waiting in line for coffee beans on Bleecker Street. Before I could muster up a response, he continued.

“Cappuccino is Italian too. And you see that?” He pointed at the shelf behind me.

“You know what Bialetti is?”

“Yes, Bialetti is Italian,” I finally got a word in.

“It’s Italian! And you know Japan is our ally now, but we hit them with the atom bomb.”

He wandered off, then. Thankfully. I was able to get my coffee and depart, but he’d wandered to the back of the shop—I heard him talking baseball to a British grandma as I headed out to the PATH.

Saturday, August 13, 2022

Morning Tourist

I was hating myself last night for planning to go up the Empire State Building for sunrise today. I'd have to get on a Citibike at 4:30 am to be sure to get to the Grove Street PATH in plenty of time for the 4:49 train to 33rd Street. My instructions were to be in line outside the 34th Street entrance no later than 5:30.

I showered last night and steeled myself for no food or coffee until at least 7. Nothing would be open before sunrise this time of year, and I didn't want to get up early enough to make coffee at home. I scoured Google Maps for options--indeed there were none save Duane Reade and 7-11. Herald Square isn't known for its 24-hour diners.

Riding a Citibike so early was fine. There was no traffic and the Jersey City bike lanes are well lit. And while the trains only run every 20-30 minutes that early, they are fast once they get started.

At 33rd Street, there were two food carts, so I was wrong about no food options--one was a halal cart should I have a craving for rice or chicken (I didn't), and another a breakfast cart where a man sold me a two-dollar croissant, which I consumed while standing in line at the Empire State Building. Herald Square also featured an enormous bouncy castle, its security guard pacing back and forth by the front entrance.

Tuesday, August 09, 2022

Got No Respect

I'm going to have to start feeding the cats earlier in the evening.