this woman had on some ultra bright plaid patterned shirt and a hat the reminded me of a fake Navajo style pattern made in Arizona, for those days in Arizona that you need a fleece hat. Ole boys pose came off alright, need to work the whole figure more before i get so specific.
the train was ripe with look a likes, and by rife i mean there were two. Bottom left, Kennedy-esq and hat girl looked like a shorter thicker Alica Keys…
got two new pens to try out, as the microns, which i love, seem to have rather short nib life. At least the way i use them. So i got to Copic Multiliner SP. I think im sold. I need to try and mix some black and sepia copic ink and see if i can get a nice dark brown to work with…. more pen nerdiness to come.
No Janet did NOT make it to finishing school. And as such she suffers from and inflated sense of self entitlement, which can be evidenced in her lack of common courtesy when in the company of others. This is why Janet is going to get aired out.
I got on to the train this morning, one i havent taken for the morning commute yet. It was a bit crowded, but i found a seat. I sat down, minding my business as I&I are known to do. As i settle in, and begin to adjust my ears to the train noise, I pick up the in the middle of a phone conversation, coming from the seat in front of me.
“yeah im getting dirty looks from people, but i can talk if I want to and Im not bother people.”
Ummm, clearly there are some signs youre missing lady. Reviewing your statement, ‘im getting dirty looks’, right there is a hint at contradicting the last portion of your statement, “im not bothering anybody”. May I suggest, Janet, that the dirty looks you are getting are NOT due to peoples extreme jealousy over the fact that you have a cell phone and they do not. No, I suggest that they may infact be bothered by having to suffer through your incredible shallow and frivolous conversation. There is a reason i don’t spend all day in the hen house Janet, the clucking in insufferable.
“im on the train, Ive already missed my first appointment”.
Do tell, Janet. How can someone with your superior respect for other peoples time and space manage to be late and miss an appointment? And Why is it that you aren’t actually calling the person you’ve stood up to apologize about missing the appointment? Nay, you’re clucking away to some friend providing live updates to god and country, on subjects of no interest to anyone other then Janet and friend of Janet.
WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAAAAAAT? Im on the train. ON THE TRAIN, THE TRAIN. Im OOOONNN the TRAAAAAINNA. The Train, Yes. The train.
How has our device culture degenerated so fast that we simple common courtesy is out of the question, and asking someone to mind the majority is next to blasphemy. Were a fucking selfish nation. Good job folks! Ill call you form the train to congratulate you all individually.
Drawings on the way to miami. Metro, E train, JFK American airlines terminal. You can see part of the drawing of the e-train in the fun video intermission i too to film Ole Boy clipping his nails on the train, here, and or you can see it directly on vimeo.
American out of Jfk blows. Or blew when i was there they had both domestic and international flights all checking into the same four beleaguered check in agents.
After a week of cold and nasal drip i made it back into the office. nasal drip still with me, seems to be becoming a friend for life. Got a lil sketching in. While i was in Miami, Preys UPS did some line work in my Moleskin which is what is below this page.
Ole Boy in the jacket can also be seen here, in post Back in the saddle, he sits in the same seat on the same train everyday…
Many thanks go out to Typo and www.primaryflight.com for organizing all the walls. The fine people at www.molotow.com. and www.bombingscience.com. Gracias x10 to Kemo AKA DR ladders, Remote the Boston Legend.
