possible art show and 2nd day of painting class

There was a call for artists for a show that might be promising. It’s sponsored by Cartoon Network and Adult swim. It could be perfect for me. I don’t have enough encaustic paintings. It makes me want to paint more of them, quick-like. Maybe Sunday I can get some work done.

Yesterday’s painting class was so great. This is going to be a fantiastic semester for me. I can feel it. I really like my painting teacher and it’s nice to have John in class with me. I’m shy around strangers. He was introducing me to everyone. I felt like the newest member of a club. I started one large and two small abstract paintings. I can’t tell you how excited I am for this semester.

can’t stop

Um, I can’t stop posting to my new weblog. It’s just too exciting. I feel like I have access to the outside world again from my little, issolated desk. And I can’t stop. I’m totally out of control. When I’m not posting to my weblog, I’m thinking about features to add to it.

You know what else I love? Maybe even more than my weblog? My new Zojirushi Mr Bento Lunch jar. I just got it in the mail yesterday. Today was my first bento jar lunch experience. I had breaded eggplant with pasta and red sauce. I made it last night. Now I am having some vanilla yogurt with fresh kiwifruit slices and some fresh carrots and cauliflower. I can’t wait to get home, wash it up and fill it up again for tomorrow.

painting 140b

I started my painting class yesterday with Glenn Moriwaki at SF City College. I’m so excited. I think it’s going to be a really great class. We are going to end up with 10 paintings this semester. That is a whole lot of paintings. It’s going to be hard work but I’m sure I will get a great benefit out of this class.

scooter ouch

After just three hours of work yesterday, I went outside and found someone had backed into my scooter, badly denting the engine cover. I make sure I park in spaces that leave plenty of room for other cars to get in and out. There was no reason for them to hit my scooter. They didn’t take responsibility for it, they just drove off. I’m really sad. It’ll cost me a couple hundred dollars to fix. But why bother when someone else is going to do it again? I know, it’s just the price you pay living in the big city. Still I can’t help but be sad.

Whoever out there hit a scooter on Embarcadero and Folsom yesterday, you should be ashamed of yourself.


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fire truck bell

I have a pretty good view from my window at work. I’m starting to recognize the same people every day. There is a girl who walks her little daschund in the late afternoon. They are my favorite regulars. The dogs ears flop around when he runs.

In the mornings there are three large carts of toddlers being pushed by daycare workers. Today as they were being given their morning stroll, a fire truck drove up to the light. They rang the fire bell and tooted their horn. It was very cute. The kids were excitedly pointing.

The Turk Express

I work on Embarcadero and Folsom. Usually I scoot home down Howard to 9th to Fell. On the way home tonight I was day dreaming. I turned down 6th instead of 9th. I ended up taking Harrison to 6th to Turk to Stanyan. It was so fast and there were so few cars. I hit all the lights going up Turk. It was a great way to go. I might go that way more often. My only close call was scooting up the Stanyan hill, some guy was driving down the wrong side of the street. I guess the double yellow line was a new concept to him. Anyway, Stanyan is so wide there, it didn’t really faze me.

Canvases ready

This week is the beginning of the spring semester. I have several canvases primed and ready. I wonder what the semester has in store for me.

Howdy Word Press

I thought it might be time for me to switch over to the world of database driven weblogs. I’ve been doing stuff strictly old school and it might be time for a change. I’m afraid to give up my old ways. But I will be brave.

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