Monthly Archive for November, 2008

Parents Fly North on Saturday

I saw this in the news this week and imme­di­ately thought of my par­ents. They have a desert buggy in Ari­zona that looks quite a bit like this… well, minus the para­chute and propeller!

Here’s a pic­ture of theirs…

Have a good flight home, Mom and Dad! (Be sure to wear your coats — it gets chilly at the higher altitudes!

Drawn Together

It was cold, dark and rainy out­side last night. Nothin’ decent on TV (a.k.a. no Blazer game)… need to do some­thing besides Face­book… what to do? Deanne and I decided to draw our cat. Her sweet draw­ing is on the right.

Yes — she is a trained artist also!

This little-​known fact got me think­ing back to how she and I met. Back in 1981 Deanne decided to leave a very nice career in archi­tec­tural draft­ing and pursue a degree in graphic design. Why? She says so she could meet me. Well anyway, that is where we met and how we got “drawn together”!

[Last night, Deanne even obeyed our draw­ing instructor's 25-year-old orders to "Use the whole sheet!" My first draw­ing of course had car­toon eyes even though I was trying not to. There's the reason my second cat had it's eyes closed.]

Waxing Nostalgic Over Paste-Up

I came across this some­what old (Feb­ru­ary 2004) arti­cle today, and it was fun to revisit some of the obso­lete paste up meth­ods that I used to spend a lot of my day using! I drew blood many times while wield­ing my X-acto knife, and spent many hours clean­ing out my Rapi­do­graphs. (Wax and pens weren’t a good com­bi­na­tion!) Border tape — ugh! I never liked that stuff!

In every pro­fes­sion people date them­selves by the work prac­tices or tech­nol­ogy in place at the time they entered their chosen field. We say things like “but then, I was a sur­geon before they invented anes­the­sia,” or “my first com­puter filled three rooms, and gen­er­ated enough heat to power a small city.” In the rest of our lives we tend to want to min­i­mize our age and expe­ri­ence, but in things work related, longevity is a badge of honor. That is until you become a cranky old whiner. Read more…

I think this may be the actual waxer that I used back in the 80’s!

waxer