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12-Nov-2022

I collect shells from the beaches of Southern California and sometimes I have enough to look at together.

05-Sep-2022

Boiled condensed milk in a can yesterday. Let it cool. Didn’t get the right color. Next time I do this I’ll do it hotter and longer. Dulce de leche, in theory. It’s very mild, but it is delicious in coffee this morning. Always be experimenting.

15-Aug-2022

This illustration by Shaun Kerri was reportedly published in CARtoons Magazine. When? Based on the Locals Only t-shirt, boom box, sunglasses and painter’s cap: early 1980s. That beach wall could only be Mission or Pacific Beach. Shaun Kerri was an incredible draughtsperson and cartoonist. Details on her retreat from art are spotty and mostly speculative. None of my business. This cartoon looks like the PB and MB of my teenage years. It’s unlike any drawing I would ever share: lascivious and debauched, yet brilliant. I’ve colored the image in Procreate as an exercise. I look forward to a day when I’ll be able to purchase a collection of reprints of Shaun Kerri’s work. What an artist! #ShaunKerri

14-Aug-2022

Left the screaming busy early afternoon shore break. Walking the six blocks to my car. I’m on the left side of the road; I notice a red Mini on the right side, tracking me. “I’m stalking you” exclaims the driver, a woman. “Okay” I reply, pointing an arc representing much further up the street. Another block. Then another. “Next block, left side of the street” I motion. “Maybe I’ll go up there” she says. “White Pilot” I reply. The Mini drives to my car and makes a u-turn. I unlock the car by remote. “No rush” says the red Mini, two older ladies I see now. Summer hats on. Older than me and I’m not young anymore. I stow my gear in the back. “No hurry” says Mini. “Change your clothes if you want”—then—“don’t get naked” the ladies cackle/giggle. I double take back the car, my hoodie on now. “I might be getting ogled” I say—then more giggling from the Mini. I close the Pilot’s hatch. I get in my car and drive off, a little wave out my window. I can feel the summer ending. A last blast of enthusiastic summer energy out at the beaches. The giddy death throes of Summer vacation for everyone.

05-Aug-2022

Beaches in Los Angeles, 1970s/1980s

I thought this was great: TOD PAPAGEORGE: from “The Beaches, Los Angeles” 1979 – 1982

23-Jul-2022

Swimming with a wristband where usually I have a cheap waterproof watch means sometimes I look at this COVID verification band to look for what time it is. It doesn’t locate the time of day but it certainly locates me in the historical moment.

19-Jul-2022

Yesterday I tried a new thread. I’m still sewing up a storm, prepping for Comic-Con. This thread was heavier. I could not machine sew more than a quarter inch before my machine jammed. I’m sewing a fabric covered in fur, complicating my expectations for how it should all work. I fought with it for 3 hours, with partial successes. I switched to another thread with easier going. A professor back in college said “learning is pain” which I hated at the time. Still do. Nonetheless, it’s true. There’s no learning without the endurance of discomfort and frustration and pain. Practice.

12-Jun-2022

Pre-steam artichoke. I removed the “choke” with my favorite kitchen utensil: “grapefruit spoon!”

18-Feb-2022

I bought some cheap rusty tools and cleaned up the rust with distilled vinegar.

08-Feb-2022

I start a new job on the 21st. Checking out the local spots for pre-work, post work, and intra-work beach time.