New Arms unt Ether--jah--mit schlag

It's 2:18--time to publish another Arms and Ether strip. This time I'm doing it with a broken heart.

Rise up

It's 8:30 a.m. Grey, but it smells damn nice outside after a spring rain. Springes to catch woodcocks. I thought I was a more substantial presence in this world.

I do thinks this be a goodeth article on the hazaards and problemes afacin' universities aujourd'hui. I done read it in the NY TIMES. I did.

Never give up!

. . . and reaching for the stars!

Back that thang up

I've been archivin' all mah junk. It's a pain in the ass, but it's got to be done. God, I'm dull. Enjoy life. Eat out more often. Looks like arms is two weeks late. eep. I think I'm changing the publication date to Friday. Here's what I've learned so far:
1) Monday is nuts because I've gots a busy teaching/preaching schedule
2) Weekends, I'm quite the family man
3) etc.
4) Luv ya, mean it
5) RIP Bea Arthur. The endless mortality parade. John Currin did this portrait of Bea Arthur Naked in 1991. Sad salute.

I'm a failure as a blogger. So what.

I've been busy. I can forgive myself. I've been doing lots of updating on the ArtH 330 site. Go there if you'd like to see fascinating slides on perspective, picasso, and WWI types of things. It might have saved John Quincy Adams' life if he'd only had access to such insights.

new arms--late as usual!

okay, 3 a.m. again. cheesus. got arms and ether up late again. i started this week's strip whilst doing a presentation to the best of the best art show students at the rogue gallery. funny? the lil' drawing above was my draft for the first panel. studly. time for some downtime, reassessment and all that goodness, but not now. No rest for the wigg'ed. wild cherry diet pepsi and jalapeno potato chips. no capitals. grrrr. leave me alone, world. I rage against you.

Duh

Lots of things to write about. Lots of things to do, though. Curses. More soon.
On deck: Luke Kralik's stuff. Jim Duesing's stuff. Stuff.

Sweet Croaky

arms and ether is up. Kaff kaff. sputter. choke.

Big Print

Finished up this big ol' print Sunday night for the S.O.U. Faculty Show at the Schneider Museum. Click on the image above or on this stupid hypertext if you want to see a high res version in all of its detailed glory. The final version ended up being 4.5 feet tall x 14.5 feet long.  oooh. ahh. And yes, it was a long dark night of the soul getting this bastard printed out. The color profiles wuz all messed up. 

Also, this will be the special Arms and Ether edition for this week. Must recover will to draw again . . .

Arms and Ether--Delayed! Failure!!

Due to need for sleep and sanity. Should be up tomorrow though. . .

Another Kind of Day

Lovin'!

Rough Trade

Here's a pencil sketch for this week's Arms and Ether.
Thrills. Chills.

me make picture now--DMF scratch primitivism

New Spring, New Arms and Ether

Scoolio starts back up tomorrow. West Side? East Side? It's all relative, I suppose.
Hmmm. Oh, yeah. New Arms and Ether is up (along with last week's 4 days AWOL strip). Perhaps these will appeal to the "gangster" in one? Perhaps not.

Stay away from Soccer fandom. Thoughts on 2nd half of Newcastle v Arsenal

A memorable fancy. Thomas Hobbes and I watched the Newcastle v Arsenal match today. Our thoughts:
Players I'd rather not see in an Arsenal shirt any more:
Diaby
Denilson
Djourou (didn't play today, but that's for last week)

Horrible, horrible games:
Gallas
Toure

Well, there's your core--your center. Balls.

Oh, but of course, Diaby just scored for 2-1 Arsenal. Of course. He still sucks, though. Poor first touch, donkey-like build up play. Often seems suprised to be receiving the ball. Nothing defensively. But that was a quality goal.

Nasri! 3-1 to the Arse. I do dig this dude. And I feel bad for the Newcastle faithful. The missed penalty (albeit a crap call). The pointless giving away of two goals after an unlikely equalizer. Mike Ashley. A nightmare season. The team is just not that bad. They're not as good as Tottenham, but their talent is not relegation-worthy.
Clichy finally getting in on the action makes a nice run hitting Van Persie who forces a fine Harper save.

Digging Arshavin. And Bendtner's looked good today. They definitely need a bigg'un up front and Bendtner's been filling that role well in the absence of Adebayor.

Sagna is a freaky dude. Fast. Spirited. A bit wacky sometimes. Decent crosser. Pretty solid defensively. A key factor in Arsenal's "rent boys across the world" approach to building a team.

Song. Hmm, the best of a bad lot of holding-esque midfielders? Seems to have some fight in him.

Almunia is a cult figure for me. Has gotten pretty dang solid this season.

Arsenal is SO indifferent in defensive midfield. No pressure. No 50-50 balls won. Very few headers won. That's striking in the Premier League. But, hey, looks like they're pretty solidly back in 4th place and the Champion's League. Hooray.

FYI--From the Desk of Thomas Hobbes

"So when a man compoundeth the image of his own person with the image of the actions of another man, as when a man imagines himself a Hercules or an Alexander (which happeneth often to them that are much taken with reading of romances), it is a compound imagination, and properly but a fiction of the mind. There be also other imaginations that rise in men, though waking, from the great impression made in sense: as from gazing upon the sun, the impression leaves an image of the sun before our eyes a long time after; and from being long and vehemently attent upon geometrical figures, a man shall in the dark, though awake, have the images of lines and angles before his eyes; which kind of fancy hath no particular name, as being a thing that doth not commonly fall into men's discourse."

Thomas Hobbes, I thanketh ye for providing this apt physik of the motions of the mind of man at rest or at work for as we may find ourselves in practice of diverse actions both as individual agents as set in motion by the Artificer or as members of a great COMMONWEALTH or STATE, we have need of understanding the nature and cause of our imaginings and the general use of speech to transfer our mental discourse into verbal, and the train of our thoughts into a train of words as may be found in the DICTIONARY OF MAN.

The engraved figure of Mr. Hobbes which you have found begotten on your organs of sense is borrowed liberally from the electronic library of images to be found under the appellation, "Sexy People," whose "webbe site" may be accessed by moving one's electronic designating device to the anomalously coloured text in this sentence and depressing the button of said device by action of the forefinger.

Long Dark Night

Been a bit rough these past few days, but the show goes on. The latest Arms and Ether is up. And I'm not proud. No. Nope.

Robert Newhouse Friday

Imagine oneself to be Robert Newhouse,
Ball clutched squarely between symmetrical 4's,
Improbably short, massive legs furious in cerulean blue.

Before the collision
The sweet sharp smell
of summer grass.

God, What A Song

The whole lousy human condition crammed into a 7 minute song.

I do so miss the catharsis o' rock et roll.

Windows Tip Of The Day (Also Works On Macs!)

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