Celery + Gravity = ART
My friend Genevieve IMmed me this link, featuring the work of obsessed fifties illustrator Art Frahm. Frahm’s muse must have been an Austrian, with round glasses and a homburg hat: it commanded him to paint the same scenario over and over again: falling panties, blowing skirts, hatboxes, celery, and an observer in uniform. The commentary is funny as hell, too. The site is put together by newspaper columnist James Lileks. There are many other great sitelets there, too — a disturbing archive of stock dog photos, a careful anthology of cartoon flip-takes. He’s my home-page hero!
PowerPoint? Power Drill!
The Ultimate Water Gun Council of Elders thing is working out AWESOMELY; my mom (“Uncle Nancy”) and friend Dan Check (“The Holy Eucharist”) are the first to weigh in. I’ve also had to fix a problem with the gun; ever since it came back from Yale University, it hasn’t been able to hold pressure over 35PSI. Make up your own funny comment about Yale here. Anyhow, I’m switching tanks, so I now have a pile of watergun parts behind my pod, and I brought my Milwaukee drill to work (I have to drill the handles to accept the cable that works the firing action.) The drill is sitting in an empty pod, charging its big red battery pack. There’s something satisfyingly incongruous about bringing power tools to work at a marketing company. “Gonna build some customer value today, yes sir, you bet! You need a strategy deck? Great, I can build that deck in pine, or I can build that deck in redwood!
I stayed up late tonight creating a “Council of Elders” tool for the Ultimate Water Gun Loan Requests page. Now the Ultimate Water Gun Council of Elders (much like the cartoon versions on the dashboard of Billy Batson’s RV in Shazam!) can weigh in on the requests, dispensing wisdom, asking clarifying questions, and making snide remarks. Long live the Republic!
Solomon, Hercules, Atlas, Zeus, Achilles, and Mercury —
The Council of Elders from Shazam!
For several weeks, there’s been a spooky feeling at my full-time employer [My employer], with rumored layoffs lurking just around the corner. The layoffs finally happened yesterday, and there were pretty deep cuts in my department. As recently as Monday afternoon, I didn’t know whether I was gonna keep my job or not, so I had been making preparations — bought a Kanguru removable hard drive and moved my personal files onto it, backed up my e-mail, brought my cell phone charger home. I’m still here, but it’s bittersweet — my team was let go, and they were really good at their jobs.
I got a request to borrow the Ultimate Water Gun from Captain Mike Shilling of Air Force Special Operations Command at Hurlburt Field, Fl. Hell, yeah! He’s even promised me a couple of patches, which I can put on the tank. With a logo like that, how can I refuse?
I installed a Java Runtime Environment on my Linux box today, after wrestling with all the half-forgotten commands for tar and rpm. And “path”. And editing the .bash-profile file. Anyhow, I got it working, yippee! Now I can write applets to say “hello world” faster and better than ever before!!
Mountain Laurel and Steel Cage Monster Wrestling
I wanted a really strong contrast of a day on Saturday, so I took the Metro-North train up to Garrison and hiked down the Appalachian Trail to Bear Mountain, about ten miles. It was an incredibly beautiful late spring day, and at the end of the hike I sat on Anthony’s Nose, 800 feet above the bend in the Hudson that the English called “World’s End”, and admired the blooming mountain laurel all around, the hawks soaring above, and the freight trains rumbling through the river valley far below.