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Lost!

7/16/'06 / moonbug

Back from a wonderful vacation in England and Ireland. We visited London, Dublin, Galway and one of the Aran Islands. Good times!

Aran

See Flickr for more.

To my devastation though, upon arriving back home, I seem to have lost my sketchbook. It was in a bag together with my leather jacket and a Woody Allen biography — all of which are now missing as well. I don’t care so much about the book or the jacket (both are replaceable items anyway), but loosing my sketchbook, well, that makes me kinda sad. There’s all sorts of stuff inthere; sketches from Buenos Aires, imaginary doodles, little ideas and scribbles, and of course my Dublin/Aran/Galway drawings… I’ve called the railway’s lost & found department to see if they had recovered it, but to no avail.

The plan now is to spread some flyers around the train station as well as around my neighbourhood (may well be that we left the bag outside my front door, thus allowing anyone to take it with them). But frankly? I don’t think I’ll ever see it back again.

Bugger…

Love Times Three

7/2/'06 / moonbug

Thirty degrees in the early evening.

My pens, every single one of them, have quite literally refused to produce any proper lines on paper. Has the ink gone bad? Gabriela tried cleaning a pen just now, but to no avail. I’ve got the inkfinger but not a single decent drawing to show for it. I should be frustrated, damning the muse for letting me down. Instead, I look at this picture and I smile:

sharl-ma-grandma

Words To Live By

6/18/'06 / moonbug

“It’s necessary to “waste” a certain amount of energy in order to allow new ideas to emerge from the random spinning off of doodles, scribbles, worthless foolishness, playful notions, silliness, aimless meandering, wandering down dead-end streets, a few of which may turn out not to be dead-ends. As I say, this is necessary activity… It’s not healthy to always be devoted to a specific direction, a certain idea… The mind becomes rigid, stifled… Sooner or later it’s necessary to break out, to goof off… This isn’t to say that during these relaxed periods you should allow yourself to be passively robbed of your energy [by others] such as TV, books, etc… Part of the time, at least, must be devoted to randomly wandering about in a creative way which may possibly lead to new discoveries within yourself!
It’s difficult to explain… forget it…”

— R. Crumb, July 29th ’75

Pink Periscope

6/5/'06 / moonbug

Pink Periscope

You know those people who live in a wonderful fluffy pink universe, typically the size of a peanut? Here’s a prime specimen. World: meet Edna. Note the physiology of the neck which, much like a periscope, allows for brief peeks into the real world.

Squirrel Notes

6/3/'06 / moonbug

Went to see Zappa Plays Zappa in Brussels last Tuesday. The accoustics were horrible, in stark contrast to the music which was absolutely superb. Since I have a ZPZ reviews thread open over at Kill Ugly Radio, I figured it was of the utmost importance that I, at least, provided some insightful commentary afterwards. So I printed out the Berlin playlist prior to the concert and scribbled notes on it in total obscurity throughout the show:

Zappa Plays Notes

This is just a sample; there were more!
In retrospect, they turned out to be anything but useful. It’s akin to that great Simon Carmiggelt anecdote where he wakes up in the middle of the night with A Grand Ideaâ„¢, grabs his notebook and, half-awake, in semi-darkness, writes down the Incredibly Insightful Dream which is surely going to provide ideas for his next essay. He wakes up the next morning to have a look at his notebook where, in big emotional letters, it is written: “Little brown squirrel on the road!”.