tous les jours ç'est pas la même

I used to be a semi-professional pianist. I took lessons from a woman named Ruby in Prospect Heights. She had a great apartment with white leather sofas, huge mirror, a chandelier and a grand piano. I was her student and also helped fix her air conditioner sometimes. She wanted to be for me who Nadia Boulanger was for Quincy Jones. Ruby was from somewhere in the Carribbean, in her late 30s I think. She had also had kidney failure and was on dialysis.

One day I went over to her apartment and in the middle of the lesson, in which she generally skipped all over the place anyway (which was good for me), anyway she disappeared and returned five minutes later with her hair made up, in a sequined evening dress. She explained that I was going to accompany her while she sang. "Just pretend I'm Gladys Knight, and standing right behind me we have 3 pips."
borderline ridiculous


My friend Brian, a fabulous illustrator, asked why there are so many vampires on tv. Maybe it is because vampires do represent the human spirit, sipping on blood for life like bugs do (like cyborgs don't). I fell asleep watching Avatar, the biggest movie of all time, twice, but not once during the Superbowl (the biggest tv show of all time). Which was won by the Saints, who are practically vampires. How else could a franchise comes to life after 43 years. Part vampires, part ice-cold ninjas.
Inspired in part by Alex's link on facebook, I've been studying old-school animation books by Preston Blair. Hopefully, I'll stick with it. I'd like to gently ease in to animation, without getting too cyber too quick.


It's pretty much impossible to say how much it means. There's a blizzard outside. It's time to get back to work I guess.

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