March 2008 Archives
- March 31, 2008: Contestant Number 1 || No. of Comments: 8
Uh oh. Time to get serious and start making decisions….
- March 26, 2008: Jump! || No. of Comments: 1
This is what we’re doing in NY this week: Shooting kids jumping on trampolines, though of course in the end result the trampoline will have disappeared, replaced by a beautiful blue sky. Surprisingly, there has only been one overbearing parent. “The other week he was at a Polo shoot, and I kept telling him to NOT EAT WHILE HE WAS WEARING HIS CLOTHES! He’s ADHD, though, you have to really watch him. Trust me, he’ll be all over the place. Tony, come over here right now!” The kids are mellow and sweet. They shake my hand and say, “Nice…
- March 18, 2008: J.B. || No. of Comments: 0
If you haven’t listened to much of Jackson Browne’s music, or if it’s been a few decades, you should reacquaint yourself. His lyrics are poignant and the music is wonderful. The above song, “Alive in the World,” isn’t one of his strongest lyrically, but it’s working for me at the moment. Give it a listen. This is from his Solo Acoustic, Volume 2 album, which was released in the past few weeks….
- March 14, 2008: My First Print || No. of Comments: 8
This winter I decided to indulge some latent creative urges and take a letterpress printing class at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts. It was something I’ve wanted to do for awhile. I expected to be one male among a slew of gray-haired and chatty women. When I showed for the first class, though, the only other student was a guy. And the instructors were both male. Weird. Anyway, above is the result. This print is a mix of handset Goudy Bold type, wood block, polymer plates and three colors of hand-mixed inks. Each print went through the press…
- March 13, 2008: Across the Courtyard || No. of Comments: 0
Tonight: It is midnight and I cannot sleep, so I am standing bare-chested in my dark living room, gazing out the window. Across the courtyard from me and one floor up: The night between us is black, but the apartment is warmly lit. No one else in our area of the block is awake. Into this picture a young man walks. He looks disconcertingly like me. Also bare-chested, I see him pause and extend an arm. I wonder what he is doing, until I realize he is talking to someone who is seated, who is just barely visible from my…
- March 9, 2008: Roots || No. of Comments: 0
The roots of my family tree are sunk deep into the earth. There are no princes or barons in my lineage. The ranks are full of farmers and laborers, hard-working people with hard lives and common names that speak of a European history: Thomas Bennett, Anna Hilton, Jacob Miller. For the most part, I have just names, dates of birth and death, and occupations gleaned from historical records gathered by the government; there is little else remaining of these dozens of people. I wonder who they were, what were their dreams, did they ever wonder how their family tree…
