Playing in traffic

I’m just playing in traffic. Trying stuff out in public view. I get the impression that the management here encourages that. So, these are stories and as the narrative below suggests, Its all just variation on a finite number of possible arrangements of the several million pixels in front of us.

Anyway. I’ve been drawing since I was first able to push the crayon past the bars of the crib & reach the wall. I guess that’s why I will often grab a scrap cardboard panel and draw with marker on it. I even draw on rocks polished by the river. What a great gift to artists the computer is. Here is grandpa talkin’, “I remember when cut and paste meant something! a real knife and real paste too. None of this “fancy schmansy” mouse and short cut keys. No in my day artists didn’t employ rodents, except one or two animation houses. Now that I recall, just about all the animation companies made money with mice. OK, I take it back, things today are much the same as they were then.

Russian neighbors

For a few months I had Russian neighbors. Sasha and Natasha. Nice people. They went back to Russia about six months ago. Anyway Sasha told me how to say that in Russian. But, as with passwords, I’ve forgotten what it was in English. We will table that or crowd source the retranslation.

Now another Russian has moved into a house I rented a year ago. “Is small world!” Da! His name is Sergei.

Its hard to explain the process of drawing when you’ve done it every day for nearly seventy years. It was involved in the formation of my sensory processing, the software the head uses to build a model of the world. Sure helps when I try and buy a strange thing in a hardware store, I just draw a picture of it.

Above, an illustration I did for something. I did it some time ago. Dono Y.

I expect that robot football will be all the rage in 50 years. There will be cameras everywhere and dozens of people in each machine’s pit crew. The crowd will yell at the top of its lungs for their team. Limbs will be torn off and hurled down field to the delight of the stadium crowd and the billions watching on Earth and from Venus to Pluto and the many space habitats. The robots use a synthetic oil in their hydraulic systems, a synthetic oil which is an amazing color match with human blood. The machine’s manufacturer and the team’s management have denied rumors that this was anything other than coincidence.