another self-explanatory post

i guess i wrote this down a while ago. i just colored it in. meet the new boss....

questioning science again.

about a day after i finished this, the drought ended and we've been swamped ever since. i'm not saying that there is a direct causation type of relationship between my drawing and the weather....

i was drawing while a couple of my friends were shooting the breeze and i thought one of them said this. i asked him to repeat his remark. i had completely misheard every word of it.

geographic uncertainities.

why does everyone speak in code?!

checking out of the memory motel.

a ruler of very limited use. sometimes i think i might be the love child of leonardo da vinci, ron popeil and terry from peewee's playhouse. if this is true than i should publish my memoir: i had three dads, two of them are dead and the other's either extinct or been cancelled.

a few engineering refinements, work with my team on "branding", slap together an infommercial and then i can just sit back and count the money as it comes in....

part truth, part fiction, but the colors are for real. you can't believe everything you write.....

hey girl, go get the ranger! wait, they laid off the rangers when the bankers and traders sold the future off for a quick buck...

eclipse this!

unearthing buried desire.

i bought a little fridge magnet on mott for my chinese zodiac sign, then i drew it....

...and then i took this phone pic on my way back to brooklyn.

as if it were that easy.

and the other often leads to sniffles...

why do so many happy fishing stories seem to end with death?

this is one the earlier pieces from what i call my chinese menu series, which of course started with a menu from a peruvian resturant in brooklyn. i like the orienteering reference more and more.

sometimes i finish the covers after the pages are already filled, sometimes before. i did this one last week.

i did this one last week. another embarassing attempt to deal with embarassment.

i love finding out about things like this in old text books.

more meteors tonight, i hope i have the energy for them.

scattered thoughts and disconnected imaging strategies

in sink.

this is an idea for a line of valentine's cards i thought of publishing....

warning: rock paper scissors area ahead.