I was once on a deductible junket to San Francisco for a software conference. I was staying at a nice, clean, boutique hotel in the Tenderloin, -really- but couldn't sleep. I had the front desk call a cab, and I asked the driver - who was originally from Kansas City - to take me "someplace interesting."
If you've never been to a gay Asian karaoke bar in The Castro, you haven't lived.
Once again I feel compelled to suggest the "Our Whole Lives" sex education curriculum offered by both the Unitarian Universalists and the United Church of Christ denominations.
There's a great line in Road to Perdition, where the hitman (Tom Hanks) tells his son " If I'm not back in half an hour, you go see Reverend Lynch at First Methodist and you tell him what's happened. Do NOT go to Father Callaway.." I'm guessing Father Callaway's proclivities were known.
I caught it the 2d time, but not the 1st. I totally missed that the man who tells Tom Hanks where his family's killer is holed up (in the Lexington Hotel, Room 1432) is Frank Nitti, the same guy who Kevin Costner throws off a roof in The Untouchables.
Louise, thank you. At some point I realized my sketches were much looser and more fun-looking than my finished art mainly because they weren't perfect. When you're doing the sketches you're not thinking so much, you're just trying to get the idea down on paper. For a long time I traced my sketches onto the drawing board with the use of a light table.
Eventually I figured out how to eliminate that step, but still like the sketches and I'm glad to hear you do, too.
Some people are quite mature at a young age and some are chronic juveniles their whole life yet still mange to become president. It seems to me having an “age” that’s considered “adult” that varies from state to state as if it’s some kind of magic number that say, “beyond this point you are no longer a child” is asinine. I think a better solution is to allow parents and their children to collectively decide at what point the child is now an adult thru some kind of notarized form. At that point they get all the hassles and benefits bestowed upon us, including drinking and voting and being considered an adult instead of a juvenile if they commit a crime and being drafted (if it ever comes to that again) but not before. Have some kind of minimum age, probably 16 and a cutoff at 21 where regardless of how they feel about it, they’re now an adult.
And speaking of juvenile crime (as I did) have you ever noticed how we as a culture bend over backwards to protect the “sanctity of childhood” and children in general until the moment one of them commits some kind of atrocity, at which point everybody wants to try them as an adult so we can fry their ass?
I was once on a deductible junket to San Francisco for a software conference. I was staying at a nice, clean, boutique hotel in the Tenderloin, -really- but couldn't sleep. I had the front desk call a cab, and I asked the driver - who was originally from Kansas City - to take me "someplace interesting."
If you've never been to a gay Asian karaoke bar in The Castro, you haven't lived.
People have a lot of opinions about San Francisco, but it's one of my favorite cities to visit because it's never boring.
Greatest city in the world for walking.
Although down Lombard Street is way better than up Lombard Street.
Once again I feel compelled to suggest the "Our Whole Lives" sex education curriculum offered by both the Unitarian Universalists and the United Church of Christ denominations.
There's a great line in Road to Perdition, where the hitman (Tom Hanks) tells his son " If I'm not back in half an hour, you go see Reverend Lynch at First Methodist and you tell him what's happened. Do NOT go to Father Callaway.." I'm guessing Father Callaway's proclivities were known.
Missed that the first two times I watched it. Thanks for the heads-up.
I caught it the 2d time, but not the 1st. I totally missed that the man who tells Tom Hanks where his family's killer is holed up (in the Lexington Hotel, Room 1432) is Frank Nitti, the same guy who Kevin Costner throws off a roof in The Untouchables.
Fabulous! I love your drawings. Great lines. Seem so messy but are so accurate.
Louise, thank you. At some point I realized my sketches were much looser and more fun-looking than my finished art mainly because they weren't perfect. When you're doing the sketches you're not thinking so much, you're just trying to get the idea down on paper. For a long time I traced my sketches onto the drawing board with the use of a light table.
Eventually I figured out how to eliminate that step, but still like the sketches and I'm glad to hear you do, too.
Some people are quite mature at a young age and some are chronic juveniles their whole life yet still mange to become president. It seems to me having an “age” that’s considered “adult” that varies from state to state as if it’s some kind of magic number that say, “beyond this point you are no longer a child” is asinine. I think a better solution is to allow parents and their children to collectively decide at what point the child is now an adult thru some kind of notarized form. At that point they get all the hassles and benefits bestowed upon us, including drinking and voting and being considered an adult instead of a juvenile if they commit a crime and being drafted (if it ever comes to that again) but not before. Have some kind of minimum age, probably 16 and a cutoff at 21 where regardless of how they feel about it, they’re now an adult.
And speaking of juvenile crime (as I did) have you ever noticed how we as a culture bend over backwards to protect the “sanctity of childhood” and children in general until the moment one of them commits some kind of atrocity, at which point everybody wants to try them as an adult so we can fry their ass?