May 27, 2007
I've been slipping behind on my drawing. I've been very busy at work and it seems there is always something to do on the weekend. My drawing time is suffering. So I did something I usually don't do. I brought my drawing book to a party. I knew it was on a roof with a nice view. But it is still hard to draw when there are people around drinking and expecting you to commiserate. Once I got there I knew I had done the right thing. There was a beautiful view of the Williamsburg bridge off in the distance. The fun didn't get going for quite a while so I was able to get a drawing under my belt in a situation that I ordinarily wouldn't have. Yeah for me.
May 20, 2007
These are some more drawings I did in my office. I am finding I have less and less time to draw in my office because we are so busy. It kills me to open my desk and see my moleskine staring up at me and I can't do anything about it. I bought a set of ink stamps online. It is an old alphabet. I really love these suckers. The only problem was that they came on a big rubber sheet. I had to pay some place to cut them out individually and put them on wood blocks. Cost me an additional $150, but at least they came out great. Now you will see me using the stupid things in every drawing I do. I will try to show some restraint. You don't have to tell me, I know I spelled Britain wrong in the drawing of David. I'm not too bright.
Yun and I live in a Ukrainian neighborhood. When they have their yearly street festival, I love to chow down on kielbasa and home made sauerkraut. I did it two days in a row. Yun goes for the stuffed cabbage. There is a big stage put up in the middle of the street in front of a beautiful church. All the grammar school kids from every grade get up and perform ukrainian dances. There are booths selling painted eggs, Ukrainian clothes, wacky music cd's and even strange dvd's too. Of course, there is old ladies selling delicious deserts. All afternoon our apartment is filled with the wonderful smells. It is like taking a trip to Europe without having to board a plane.
May 19, 2007
My parents and Yun's mom and grandmother stayed in the city one weekend. We put them up in a hotel. On sunday we all ate dim sum in Chinatown. After lunch we were walking home. Yun's mom and grandmother were very tired and wanted to go back to the hotel and rest. My mom and I were standing all alone on a side street corner. Yun and my dad were getting the others a cab. All of a sudden a young Chinese guy approached my mom and whispered, "you want to look at some handbags?" We said "yeah, why not." He made us follow him half way down the block and then he took us into a jewelry store. We were a bit puzzled. Now the guy pulled on one of the walls that were full of costume jewelry and it opens up. A secret hidden room behind the wall. Just like Ann Frank. We were stunned. I went out into the street and pointed out the store we were in to Yun. Then my mom and I entered the hidden treasure room. There were handbags on display from floor to ceiling. There were a few other women in there shopping. Finally Yun and my dad showed up. They couldn't believe it. When they entered the store and we weren't there, they were confused. Yun said she couldn't believe we actually went inside. Between my mom, Yun and her friend Mona, they purchased five handbags. Real fancy name brand kinda stuff. My mom thought it was a great experience. It's not how they do it in New Jersey. Actually it was a fun day for all of us even if I didn't come away with a bag for myself.
I am in the new issue of Anti magazine. Issue number 3. Check it out here.
May 10, 2007
The other morning I was in the Samsung cafeteria buying breakfast. I handed the cashier a five dollar bill. Just as it hit her hand she said, "it's counterfeit." I was like, "what are you talking about?" Turns out she was right. You could see the paper was not quite right and the colors were different. There was none of the hidden faces and messages when you held it up to the light. The most amazing thing though was how instantly she knew. That was cool. I felt like an accessory to a crime. I've kept the bill in case I lose a five dollar bet during the baseball season. Then it will come in handy.
May 8, 2007
My company has a softball team. It also happens to be pretty damn good. Our company is very large so there is a lot of people to choose from. I am the second baseman. I was under the impression that I was over the hill but it turns out I have a few good years left. My hitting and fielding have been quite good. One guy on our team was scouted by every major league team in baseball when he was in high school. He throws the ball about two hundred miles an hour and hits a homerun every time up. We could probably beat every team fifty to nothing but we just play for fun. Tons of not so good employees show up and we let everyone play and have some chances to field and bat, no matter how many times they drop the ball or strike out. It is a great way to be. There is too much emphasis on winning in our society. Win at all cost even if you have to cheat or play unfairly or take steroids or break rules. The same type of mentality has seeped into our government and workplaces. Everyone should get out and play a little softball this summer and remember, "it doesn't matter if you win or lose but how you play the game." Encourage those who aren't so good and just have fun. You may learn something about life.
Someone asked me today if I noticed an increase in homeless activity in my neighborhood. I said no. He said he was being overrun. In the past there used to be nice old bums. Nowdays there is a younger meaner breed. They're very aggressive and scarier. He said there are a few regulars on his block always covered in dried blood. The neighbors complained. The police come and arrest them but they are back a day or two later covered in blood and menacing the old ladies on the street. At my last apartment I interacted with the homeless a lot more. I had a stoop that was a magnet for them. I became friendly with a couple who have since died. One guy was about my size so I used to give him my old clothes. Some nights I would come home late in the winter and see this guy on my stoop. He would be wearing all of my clothes. It was kind of freaky. We'd both laugh. Now Yun and I live on a main avenue. It is not safe for bums to hang out there and sleep or bother people. They have to hide along the sides streets terrifying my friend. Better him than me.
May 6, 2007
One of my neighbors happens to be The Hells Angels. They have a clubhouse on third street that's been there for a million years. My friend Ken Nahoum once photographed them. It was an elaborate process to get them to allow it. He was persistent and finally won them over. He struck up a friendship with a few of the Angels including the famous Chuck Zito. When Ken and I used to make MTV videos together, he would occasionally hire the Hells Angels to be security. Crowd control on the streets of New York. Sometimes he would put them in the videos as extras. One time we were shooting a Robert Palmer video and Chuck was there. A bunch of Angels on motorcycles were extras. During a long break, a bunch more Angels showed up. Ken and I had Harleys at the time. Chuck Zito turned to Ken and asked if we wanted to go for a ride with the Hell's Angels. No shit. Well of course. We tooled around loudly on the west side highway. That was some experience. When I was doing this drawing, one of the wives came out and asked if she could see my sketch. She was blown away. I told her I would mail some prints to the Angels. She said she couldn't wait.
May 4, 2007
I used to have a harley davidson motorcycle. I kept it in New York for about five years. Garaging it was only about a hundred bucks a month. At some point I got tired of it and got myself a car. A vintage 1966 Dodge Dart GT convertible. Fire engine red with black and white bucket seats. Over time it started to have problems. I'm not real good at fixing cars. It was always five hundred bucks to fix. Five hundred bucks, five hundred bucks. It started to wear me down. Plus to garage a car was like four hundred a month. So after five years I dumped that too. Now that Yun and I are contemplating Brooklyn, a car will probably be on the horizon also. I sort look forward and dread the idea all at once. Hopefully we can just leave it on the street so we won't have to pay for a garage. Can you believe a garage in New York is now about five honey a month. You can rent a house for that in most parts of the country. Maybe we should just buy a new car and then live in it. That's a good idea.
May 3, 2007
There is another nut out there who says you draw him and he'll draw you. By now you all know I've done a bunch of these. But they are like crack cocaine, I just can't stop doing them. Here is his site. Of course he says he does like one a day. All talk no action. It's been quite a while and I haven't heard from him. Now he has a post up saying he's backed up. Maybe he should take a little pepto bismol. I don't have high hopes for getting anything in return. You can't win them all.
I have put the drawing Paula did of me up because it makes me very happy. She did a great job. I love it.
May 1, 2007
I was asked to be in Underworld magazine. It's an online magazine. The thing is you have to do your own layout. So I chose a bunch of my old drawings and did these two layouts in the allotted size. Plus you had to answer a few questions which I kept to a minimum. The problem is I broke all their rules. One page was only supposed to be for my interview. I try not to follow rules. The questions were the usual fluff. I wanted it to mostly be my drawings. The magazine agreed with me. Turned out pretty cool. One more thing off my plate. You know how that is.