fishy blog

loobylu:  [ Monday, July 24, 2000 ]
   Loobylu, who disappeared for a while, is back, and more fabulous than ever. She is quitting her job to become a freelance illustrator. She is my new hero. I think that she is about the coolest person on the planet, and she is doing something that I would love to do, only I couldn't illustrate professionally, at least not right now. But, I mean, if I could do what she could do, I wouldn't need a big fabulous hero, would I? I suppose that is the point. She has new wallpaper, too. I like 'At the Beach' in particular.

   Unrelated Note: Sabrina, of PocketPig fame, has a functional Palm again, though she lost the stylus, and is drawing with a twig. Simon has an extra stylus lying around, and I was going to mail it to her, but she has no in-a-truck-mailing address lying around. I guess that I don't either. Maybe I should?

Big Brother:  [ Wednesday, July 19, 2000 ]
   Sam Brown, the guy who does explodingdog, who is a terrific amount of entertainment for me every morning, has illustrated the latest story in the fray. The design seems very un-fray-like, but I really like it. It made my day, for two or three reason, which is saying something because it is a Monday after a lovely camping trip and I am back in front of my work computer yet again. (blah blah blah, Mondays are no good, blah blah blah...)

sabrina:  [ Sunday, July 9, 2000 ]
   Sabrina has a Palm Pilot, and she draws everything (well, almost everything, as she explains in her FAQ) that she eats in little Palm Pilot pixelatted drawings. She provides a little meta-commentary on each drawing. Sadly, a number of the drawings are stranded on Randall's Palm, but the ones that aren't are a lot of fun. Until you realize that you have looked at everything that Sabrina has eaten for the past two weeks, and then it seems very strange. Or slightly strange, I guess. What is strange anymore?

007:  [ Saturday, July 8, 2000 ]
   Why? He doesn't even look all that much like Sean Connery. A little, I guess, but I am not sure that justifies renting a bearded man...

sketch:  [ Tuesday, July 4, 2000 ]
   I have always wanted to be one of those people with complex and beautiful sketchbooks, brimming with thought and a million edge-wise thoughts bubbling out of them. My books are always awful blobs of unfinished stories and letters that got transcribed and finished on a computer, or little swirling drawings that never resolve into much... little stranded stick figures, phone numbers, shopping lists. There are flowcharts for work, cartoons for no one in particular, and always dozens of blank pages randomly interspersed. I cut things out, and tear things out and crumple them away, and the books always have pockets that swell and then empty themselves in my bag. This sketchbook, though, is the sort I look at with terrible envy...

i like your hair:  [ Tuesday, June 27, 2000 ]
   I really like Sam, from People send him a sentence, and he draws pictures of them. I think that it is great idea. Don't you?

wendy:  [ Thursday, June 15, 2000 ]
   "I suppose if there were other people that did what I do they would object to including inflatables as not being "substantial." I take the opposite view. I like finding Big Things and since inflatables are so transitory they are more than found art, they are lucky timing art. Wendy is a case in point." — Jim Hijl

   Jim takes pictures of himself in front of Big Things (with capitals, like so). It is an extensive collection. See also the photos from his daughter's Junior Prom.

three people:  [ Sunday, June 11, 2000 ]
   Wow. It seems that, though unplanned, the two people that I spend yesterday evening with, and myself all wrote about the same evening last night and this morning, and published online. We live well documented lives. My father always said that most truly successful people keep journals, which makes them much more aware of the things that they do and the things that they see. I love the days when I have seen my evening from one perspective, and then I can click over to blue's site and get her take, and then over to Kam's site, for his. Last Night: kam (also the link above), bluepixie and myself, fishy.

coffee:  [ Monday, June 5, 2000 ]
   I just recently got up, and I am thinking of going to get some coffee, to perk me up, and start my day. You can never be sure what will happen to you when you crawl out of bed, can you?

crate full of bugs:  [ Tuesday, May 30, 2000 ]
   "No one told me they could breed without having sex," he told me once.

   Kirsti, of, used to write a diary elsewhere, which I miss dearly. She was odd, in all sorts of ways... she was actually sort of a cross between Kam-I-Am, and Loobylu, if you can imagine...

Dr. Seuss -v- Hitler:  [ Monday, May 29, 2000 ]
   Little know fact: During the Second World War, Dr. Seuss was a political cartoonist. Not that this is really a cartoon, but during the war almost anything drawn was expected to promote war bonds. Which frankly I don't really have a problem with. I think that I would have gotten fairly sick of the ubiquitous advertizing, but then again, during the war, everything that existed was ubiquitous. For those with the desire to know, an enormous retrospective of Dr. Seuss's wartime work has been mounted at UC San Diego. It is actually really interesting, as the characters from his books (with came after, not before, the war) are all involved in the war effort.

flora:  [ Saturday, May 27, 2000 ]
   See, this is what is truly great about the internet... a scan of a quite yellowed album cover for an old RCA/Victor LP by Jimmy Driftwood, carefully displayed online by avid fans of the work of the album illustrator. Indeed, his work is truly wonderful, and so are everything about these album covers, carefully compiled, researched and documented. Check out the title of RCA/Victor LPM-3246. What about this Pete Jolly Trio EP enjoyably yet unfortunately titled "Coming Out Party".

   "He created an urbane and wiggy graphic beast that was ubiquitous in the immediate postwar years..." J.D.King informs us, after popping out names like Paul Klee and Jean Miró. This is the most oddly joyful collection of pictures I have yet to find online...