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Drawing for a recent story, written in part as an homage to this little party . Crazy kids. * * * * * Speaking of good times, we have to say goodbye to Flat Stanley this week. Unfortunately, he'll be missing an arm. * * * * * Last week, I have to say: not so much. I went out every night from Tuesday onward, it was writinggroup then losingatpoker then drinkingwithJulian then visitingKaren then avisitfromCara ... all while stuck in the dystopic snowglobe of March end. Which, for those of you made complacent by sunnier climes, is the ass-end of winter. It's just dirty snow and garbage. And then someone's kitty kats have been undermining my sleep lately. Running around on idiot patrol, fighting with each other. So today I'm a bit salty . finally she's ready ; mixed media on canvas, 16x20 inches. * * * * * we have brand new mullahs ; mixed media on canvas, 8x10 inches. Are we noticing all the black(ness) yet? Maybe it had something to do with seeing thi

getting ready (the last wash) ; mixed media on canvas, 24x20 inches, the string series continues. I hardly slept last night, just laying there with this random dream play going on in my head, so I won't be up to much in the posting department. * * * * * More pictures from the opening of Stories & Tales . * * * * * Have a new story coming out, called Death of a Dictator (My Iggly Education) , in the spring or summer issue of Event . * * * * * Speaking of which, I just published an essay called Roman Soldiers in the last issue of Filling Station . Roman Soldiers This professor – small, smudgy – came by my office, needed a dozen or so posters. There was some guest lecturer coming to the college, talking about the fall of the Roman Republic. I could already see the short front row of history-department types, the handful of students sleeping at the back. Do you have any budget? I asked. Of course not, the professor replied. His complexion was Yellow Cigarette Stain. Co

Languishing in the office with my usual Friday lead feet, nodding my head until I can go home and be hammered by yet another snowstorm -- the last one inspired an essay on the virtues of 'giving up' (shovelling snow, finding empowerment at work, arguing with your wife about kitty kats, etc) -- I'm a wee bit down at not being able to attend the opening of Stories & Tales tonight. Group shows are fun, and it'd be great to meet Susan properly. Still, we're going to do some kind of podcast next week, so I can look forward to that. * * * * * Pirate garden : just sold one these (top, middle) to a fellow artist at SSS. * * * * * More on how Susan continues to be a superstar: not only does she get written up by other artists/admirers, not only does her work get chosen for public art projects , but she tirelessly promotes and encourages her little stable of artists (who, if they are like me at all, are eternally grateful). * * * * * Run bear. Run for your