August 2009
16 posts
charlie allen is my hero.
Gotta love that this 80-something year old advertising illustrator is still creating.
Check out his blog for some advertising history and take a look at his work. So prolific!
Time for a change.
The city we called home for 8 years treated us well. I can’t imagine my life without Massachusetts.
There isn’t much to be said that I haven’t already expressed. But Chris and I (mostly Chris) tried to remember everything we loved, learned and will lose in a handy map. I’m always scared new experiences will write over old ones so this may come in handy...
Moving Day
by Ron Koertge
While sitting home one night, I hear burglars fiddling with the lock. This is what I’ve been waiting for! I run around to the back and open the door, invite them in, and pour some drinks. I tell them to relax, and I help them off with shoes and masks. In a little while we are fast friends, and after a dozen toasts to J. Edgar Hoover, they begin to carry things out....
if today had a theme, it would be GARBAGE.
this morning was a reminder that in all matters, adjacent to refuse is refuse.
which moved into this afternoon, where i could proudly declare good riddance to bad rubbish.
leading to this evening. no fancy double-entendre quote applies here. i just plan on getting mildly trashed.
oh, and this of course.
dreams
in response to a certain friend’s post on the topic, i have to kindly disagree.
if everyone’s dreams are entertaining as mine, i’d love to hear them. seriously spill it people. it will probably make me like you a lot more which will rarely happen otherwise.
take last night’s for example.
im in a museum with a coworker. and there’s a person wearing a bright yellow...
“You can’t give up now. Did Jackie Jormp-Jomp give up when those vampires...”
Today, my feelings would be best expressed in an excerpt from the disco classic Disco Inferno by The Tramps.
“Folks were screamin’ - out of control It was so entertainin’ - when the boogie started to explode”
i’m in a wikipedia trance.
from one page to another. dead poets lead me to old towns brings me to alive filmmakers and next thing i know im staring at saul bass posters wondering what i have ever contributed that really matters.
really mattering means you have a picture and biography with footnotes. anonymous people squabble over the details of your birth when you really matter.
ok, time...
