Sheep And Wool Festival

I was taken by my wife and her knitting friends to the New York Wool & Sheep Festival this year. Instead of complaining I decided to make a little film for my own entertainment. Here it is for all to enjoy. It's a short one that is easy to digest.

Doodle 2

Continuing on my theme of doodling, here is an elaborate one I did. This one was actually done over several meetings. I felt the need to do one that had a lot of effort behind it. It looks nothing like my usual drawings except that it has a lot of Robert Crumb like detail in it. Again no deep meaning. Just started a doodle and didn't know where it was going. This is where it ended up. Thank god for meetings.

Doodler

I am a doodler, as most everyone knows. Meetings are the best place to doodle. That would be where I did this. It does not have any deep meaning behind it. I was half paying attention to the meeting and half paying attention to my doodle. If you haven't seen it yet, there is a website called doodlers anonymous. It's where doodlers hang out.

My First Stop Motion Film

I own an impressive collection of vinyl toys. They are worth an awful lot of money now. I was collecting way before anyone else ever knew what these things were. My apartment is full of them. The one I drew is an original companion by KAWS. It's one of my prized possessions. One day I decided I would use them to make a stop motion film. Talk about hard work. Doing this was painful. Once I got started I couldn't stop. Some scenes I had to re-film like three times. It came out pretty good in the end. I learned a lot and if I do another I think it will be much better.

Lou Reed

Recently Yun took me to the Metropolitan Opera House in New york to see The Barber of Seville. The only reason I am familiar with this opera is because it was used on episodes of Bugs Bunny and the Little Rascals. For once it wasn't me who fell asleep. Yun conked out for a good chunk of it. We had amazing seats in a private box on the 50 yard line. After a few Jim Beam's I was feeling good about the performance. At a certain point, I looked next to me and I noticed that Boris Karloff was sitting there. At closer inspection I realized it was actually Lou Reed. I don't bug famous people, so I left him alone. It seemed like he had a few Jim Beam's too. Both of us enjoyed the show. Two thumbs up from Lou and yours truly.

Tomato Lover

I have an obsession with tomatoes that look like this. There they were everywhere in the French markets. I bought a few to have around to look at. My real intent was to draw them, which I did. Finally I got to eat them and I was not disappointed. I even put a little Cote D'Azur salt on them for a little extra kick.

Where Have You Gone Joe Paterno

The thing about being King is that when you fall, the drop is very far to the ground. For anyone living in a cave, this is a drawing of Joe Paterno, the coach of the Penn State football team. The guy who didn't tell the police what was happening in his locker room with the child molester ex-coach of his team. Right after all this evil stuff happened at Penn State, I checked wikipedia. Already half his wiki was about being the guy who didn't do the right thing in saving the child who was being endangered. Even though he has a millions wins as a head coach, he'll never coach another minute anywhere ever again. About the only job he could apply for would be at the vatican. Joe clearly has the credentials to oversee the abuse that has occurred under the nose of the catholic church. Just like the monkey who sees no evil, hears no evil and speaks no evil, Mr. Paterno has that extra added quality of taking no evil to the police too. The pope would let him coach in 2 seconds.

French Coffee Via Thailand

I don't drink coffee at all. Every once in a while if I am in some exotic place like Cambodia or Rome, Yun will tell me the coffee is great. So I'll get one. Monaco was no exception. So each morning when we were in France, Yun would take me to get a cup. We didn't go to a French cafe. Yun discovered a Thai joint. They seemed to have the best coffee and pastries. It's amazing the way immigrants adapt. In New York, a lot of Japanese restaurants are really run by Koreans. If I go to get a slice of pizza, the place is run by Mexicans. It's no different in France. It's nice to see immigrants succeed. After all most of us are descendants of them.