another find

Have you ever had the problem sending a web address to someone and its huge and gets all bolluxed up, broken, unfunctional? If so: go to Tiny URL>> Its a freebie...and highly functional. The Twitterers dig it and alway reference tinyurls as part of their shorty messages. Give it a spin.

Tony Hsieh, CEO, Zappos.com on Twitter

So first of all, what is Twitter? The best analogy I can think of is that it's like CB radio, but for text messaging. You basically answer the question "What are you doing right now?" at different times throughout the day, and the messages that you send have to be short -- 140 characters or less. So some examples of what you might say are:

Having drinks at the Horseshoe Bar with my co-workers.
zappos 2 minutes ago
or

Eating sushi.
zappos 1 minute ago
or

About to fly to New York from Vegas.
zappos less than a minute ago

You send an SMS text message to Twitter with your note, and your message will be automatically broadcast (like CB radio) to whoever is choosing to follow you (your friends). If people don't care what you're doing, they won't follow you, so don't worry about sending out trivial messages.

At first, it will seem really weird and unnatural for you to do this, but just trust me on this one. You will find that it's actually a really good way to stay in touch with all your friends and know what's going on in their lives.
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Tony really explains what Twitter is...and how to go about doing it. Check it out here>>

Done

Hartford paper, done. Did the proper attributions to the images, attributed other stuff too. Long and winding road--but I learned quite a bit in the writing-- I took the approach that we all have opportunities that arise in our lives that sometimes we just don't see. But there are those that have these situations that arise and they see them and are changed either professionally, personally or otherwise by rising to the challenge, taking the risk, and hopefully reaping the rewards. I cited the Dillons, Walt Reed as two examples with a more granular look at Zina Saunders, illlustrator and individual extrordinaire. I tried to limit the run on sentences. I edited. I chopped sentences in pieces and knit them back together. I strung ideas together. I found pull quotes. i dug deep into Saunders' blog and actually could track the progression of an idea, of her political pieces. Interesting. To think that the blog is more than just an idea dumping ground. It is an actual historical, first hand piece of information that is dated and time stamped. Think of the world in 10 years, 25 years, 50 years with all this first hand information.

In the spirit of the web, I am diving a bit in Facebook and Twitter. I joined Facebook initially to see what my kids were experiencing (I joined MySpace for the same reason and really had a great deal of hesitation and distaste for that environment). I think that Facebook is fairly benign and less of a public urinal that MySpace is. It is a social site, where I have found old friends, met new ones...actually got a bite on a job. I have posted photos, illustrations and just generally made one or two little notes daily as it takes little to no time. There is an instant message feature which is nice--and their inside applications are great. I can port my blog over (not too successfully) and bring my 'tweets" over from Twitter. Now, Twitter I joined because i figured if Obama was using it during his election, there was something there. Twitter is essentially an open text message you post to a broad world that can be winnowed down to who is following your "tweets" or whose "tweets you are following. Starbucks posts on Twitter as does my favorite Twitterer, the CEO of Zappos who, last week, told us about how he was heating up cold pizza in a hotel room on his iron-- and today about someone who hurled a "size 10" at the President. Tony, the Zappos CEO is funny, and fun--its is great to travel with him and get his jokes, note his observations, and get inside the head of a fairly normal human being. Makes me love Zappos even more. Starbucks is a little harder to get my head wrapped around what they are about...but I have only been at it for 3 days. I think it is curious the way these communications vehicles all twine with each other (if you know how to do it)--I cannot even begin to imagine how to promote these synergistic elements...and when they are all done, to what end. I guess I just need to do this to figure it out.

Our brand new toilet in the upstairs new bathroom overflowed this p.m. with Alex coming into my studio asking me to come into the summer living room. " I couldn't understand why it was raining, inside" he said as we discovered what the rain actually was. It was a crummy moment, but with two teens and two grownups leaning into it...we got this thing under control quickly with lots of towels and dish cloths.

Gotta go.

Waiting

Here at Satori waiting for team teen to get their six week beauty do-- sitting among the piles of Aveda holiday sets (very tempting) and thinking about illustration. my thesis.and where things could go. I've started to worry versus being relaxed about the end product. This is so wrong as I believe that the journey is more important than the end work as the end project should be the beginning of the next learning experience and not a termination.

I have the genesis work. I have the butterfly girl. I have the portraits that are vector but really showcase my being a designer and my love of the graphic like Ludwig Hohlwein, Matisse, and the decorative portraitists. There is work I want to do with silhouettes as well.so I just need the time to buckle down and work on all of it and see where the most immediate energy is-- and go for it. I am torn but also jazzed as the vector work has gotten some traction in some shows-- and now with the willowhead from Memento Mori getting into the Society of Illustrators show ( it got into American Illustration last winter) it begins to validate the hand drawn image.

I began to freak about this willowhead as the Society wants the original in the show. It's a page from my sketchbook-- a loose and fast image that isn't a perfect, refined piece. I have cleaned up in photoshop-- but they don't want that. I guess there is teaching in it's simplicity.
Another test is that I ordered a black wood frame with these carved half rounds as a nubbily pattern. I looked to buy a tramp art frame on eBay -- but the price was a bit over the top. But, note to self, eyes peeled for this sort of thing in the future. Key to coolness.

Busy

Back from lunch with K, the triplets and their fun and busy mom. We had Thai food with lots of pad Thai for all. We talked about college, art, portfolios and dogs that fart. It was fun and a tradition we plan on starting as the first group of true friends are graduating in June. I am a big believer in making your own memories and traditions and this the need to start thinking some up before time catches us unaware.

Gotta go for now-- more appointments.

Fairfield Porter ((June 10, 1907 - September 18, 1975)



"The presence in a painting.. is like the presence a child feels and recognizes in things and the way they relate, like a doorknob, the slant of a roof or its flatness, or the personality of a tool. Art does not succeed by compelling you to like it, but by making you feel this presence in it. Is someone there? This someone can be impersonal." Fairfield Porter.

An older artist than either Pearlstein or Welliver, Fairfield Porter was a more reticent realist, and with no link to Abstract Expressionism. He was largely self-taught. From the mid-1950s on he stayed away from Manhattan, preferring to paint on Long Island and on Great Spruce Head Island in Maine, which his family owned. This didn't put him out of touch with "the scene" - Porter was a gifted and lucid art critic as well as a painter - but he needed to be in constant touch with his motifs, especially American light and the still expanses of coastal field and sea. Porter rejected the piety that the empirically painted figure or landscape was dead. It simply didn't accord with his deepest convictions about how art relates to experience and conveys its "density" - a favorite word of his. from artchive>>

Wayne White





We saw Wayne White's work at the Western Project Gallery at Aqua in Miami. Just a little share with you. He is a smartie. Love him.

From Trendy DNA:
Wayne White, a Chattanooga-born artist living and working in Los Angeles, buys mass-produced thrift-store/garage-sale lithographs and paints amazing 3D word-art onto them. His use of typography is stunning, reminiscent of Chris Ware’s Acme Novelty Library covers.

In his professional life, he’s an acclaimed commercial artist, famously known as the art director for Peter Gabriel’s “Big Time,” the Smashing Pumpkins’ “Tonight Tonight,” and the Snapple bottle puppet commercials. He was also the voice of Mr. Kite and Randy on Pee Wee’s Playhouse, where he was a set designer and puppet maker. ArtForum reviewed his artwork in late 2002. More information, including more images and a bio, is available at the Western Project.

WIKI says>>

Automotive Miami





There was an automotive side of our trip to Miami. First off, the big splashy Audi that was the jewel in the crown of the Design Miami pavillion during the Art Basel week. It was way over the top with the aforementioned amazing lighting, models, huge sparkly silver bags (as a give away), all beautiful and bright in a brilliant white environment in a brilliant white building. A moorish tent to this wonder. Zillions in marketing materials somehow speaking to a lot of the well heeled at this fair. Somehow it seemed odd given the "bail out" and the stupidity the US car industry has so aptly earned in the decades of greed and selfishness, bad design and decisionmaking around the products design out of step with the world. This Audi display was sort of the cherry on top of this sort of thinking. I used to admire Audi as it seemed somehow smart and thoughtful...but this representation shifted my thinking.

However, while the hot glass team was whipping out the wonderful work, R peered over to a dark street corner opposite the automotive palace of greed...and there, quietly parked with a sole person leaning up against the side was a Tesla. This is the jewel. The silent jewel being marketed brilliantly. No printed materials, no flashy lights, no give aways...just there with a smart, Tesla representative ready to talk about his electric car (250 miles on one charge...you charge like a cell phone to keep it charged...only 4 hrs to charge from empty). It was a beautiful car, good design, totally believable.

The funny mirror car was parked by Design Miami too. It was being raffled off for an art foundation.

And, on the street was this great shagilicious greenmobile which A. said upon seeing "how perfect for Miami"!

Green pastures




We were among the green parrots nesting in the palm trees on Lincoln Road on Monday. We had a great day just seeing the sights, driving slowly up route A1A from Miami to Ft Lauderdale, stopping at the beaches, looking at the building, taking in the heat and blue skies and fresh air. I love the commonplace aspect of the beach in Florida...people just camp out there all day...using the benches and gathering places to meet up with friends, to sleep, to take in the sunshine. They take for granted these fabulous lifeguard stations painted outlandish colors that work...that they do not even think anything different. They take for granted the striped public buildings, the focus on outdoor spaces in design and architecture because it always has been part of the culture. Imagine not being able to get a cuban sandwich with those funny stick chips on top? Imagine no mint, no lemon, no fish? Imagine the dreary life we live with our seasons and threatening weather and times. Everyday is perfect. I think I could get lulled into being at one with the Miami thing...and not getting too ruffled about anything....but not here. Now, we are in the dark wasteland of rain promising snow, and buckets of work and projects to do with very little time before the next round of travel and family happen. I am a bit overwhelmed. Not sleeping much. Lots of lists.

Have a paper for Murray to finish. Holiday cards for friends and clients to address/mail. All packages to go out. Snowtires to get mounted. Appointments to schedule and reschedule. Art to refine. Shows to enter...and did I forget the paying work? lots of it. I am happy I am not bored, but too many plates to spin. I figure if I cross off half what is on the list each day, I may succeed. Maybe.

More later. Just wanted to let you know that I might be silent...but I am still breathing...(gasping, more like it). Later.

Monday review




We went to Nada, Aqua, and back to the Convention Center for the end of Art Basel (another 3 hours of seeing work we never even touched on the last time we were there). Nada is one of the other shows which was for new gallerists. From the pictures above, it was wonderfully done in an old warehouse, with the yard transformed into a hanging out space with lots of white paper lanterns, red hammocks everywhere, a stage with art performances, chairs, and dining spilling into the space. Inside was a range of work with one of my favorites (posted) of these naive drawings of greek urns. Lots of ink washes, large format drawings and black and white graphic images galore. I guess in the art world, black and white has not gone out of style. It was very artful work at Nada--less commercial in feel than those at Aqua (who I adore) but who are many who may have come to art through the graphic design and/ or (god forefend) the illustration channel.

Aqua was fun though it felt a little lighter this year. As usual, there were the juxtapoz hitters like Billy Shire and someone I didn't know, Jack Fischer from LA. Another great gallery was Works Project who had some interesting painting/type compositions.

More trends while I am at it:

Architectural paintings are big

Copy/ type on paintings/drawings are big

Needlepoint, weaving and embroidery--big--saw a collection of needlepointed pictures/pillows beautifully finished of the Jackie Kennedy photographs the day/moment JFK was assassinated, another grouping was of needlepointed pieces that were the graphics from cereal boxes. Someone wove (huge, gigunda) reciepts from the airport (with type). There were organza renderings of plastic shopping bags with embroidery for the graphics.


When we went back to the Convention Center, I was thrilled out of my gourd to see that there were two Yinka Shonibare pieces which are as usual, dynamic, exciting and now a day later, thought provoking. Shonibare creates costume/theatre, manikins to establish a visual story that points up conditions in history and in our culture that reflect africa, colonialism, fashion. I have talked about him previously in an installation we saw of his at MassMoca of costume and a dance performance they showed on a monitor. More to say on this.

I do not have my notes at hand, so that will be another posting of new people to get to know and see, ideas and sketches. I just wanted to share a bit before the day begins today.

Off to find uniform ideas for the hot glass workers. Teeshirts with screenprinting is just too heavy and do not breathe. There is packing to do, phone calls to make and all to get ready as we have a direct flight to Syracuse tonight (getting us home around midnight). As blissful as it has been to be in this eden, I will be glad to be back to cold weather and snow. Much to do, so you, my friends will have to be short. I will send mini postings from my phone (new blog app that works great...just my spelling with the texting can be a bit odd). Tomorrow, then.

Star siting

After Muralsmi we went to look at these very simple, portable outdoor showed in a showroom nearby. It was there we heard about her. Then back at the GlasLab, we spied her. Paris Hilton and nikki sand makeup. Def more real and somehow likeable.

Kaikai KiKi


After Red Dot (an aside, at Red Dot they actually posted prices unlike other venues we visited which was educational as the top seemed around $25,000 to a little business card with a drawing on it for $45. with quite a few pieces ranging around $1500-$2000/, we went back to GlassLab and met up with Steve. Grabbing Steve, we went off to Kartel to look at the nice outdoor sofas and side chairs they had and on to see the Takashi Murakami showroom. Well, that crazy Murakami had enormous to small plush balls of the happy flowerface along with a selection of silver jewelry, a sofa set covered in his fabric. It was very simple but very tangible to concieve of his work in your house. The big plush floral balls were a hoot (and I will post some pictures for your viewing pleasure) and outside of the gallery environment (note post last December on the LA Temporary Contemporary show we saw) it works in a cute and warm way. I think this guy is brilliant. More later>>

More and

Then it was back to the design building to get a flashy silver bag Audi was giving away for Kitty. We saw an installation of tapestries including one from Grayson Perry which, if anything, are huge -- and some were beautiful too. We went to Red Dot which was a block away with an inconsistent collection of pieces and galleries with the main locations being San Francisco, Santa Fe, London and then odd places in Connecticut and Tennesee. Red Dot galleries seemed attainable for me when my desire would be to me represented by the blue chippers in the ArtBasel show like the Marleborough or Mary Boone, but to be honest , I think I am smoking something to even consider that--but, per the last three years, maybe a stretch goal is possible. Maybe?

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We had a Cuban sandwich at a neighborhood Cuban restaurant with great graphics and the locals strolling off the beach in bathing suits, baseball caps and flipflops for takeaway lunch. Then off to the nicest Staples to buy packing materials for team GlassLab to pack the work they produced during their time at Design Miami. After delivering those things we spent time watching Michelle Oke Doner design a piece with team GlassLab which was a bowl with a wrap of glad that was pulled and applied to to represent coral. Michelle was the picture of cool and elegant with her hair pulled back in a tailored ponytail wearing a warm white, matte silk overdress mid calf-- she is a gem-- and the team is secretly in lve with her. Gotta go

Friday: Art Basel Miami

Yesterday was filled with art, head spinning art, design, cool stuff and books. It had friends--old and new, friends we bumped into and just being friends (Q&R). It was, as mostly, a perfect Miami day with sun, a bit of humidity and clouds, but few. We started at the Convention Center to be there when the doors opened by noon--and we could only do about 2 and a half hours before both of our heads were buzzing, and eyes ringing. I did a solid five hours last year by myself--where I was going deep, taking notes about everything and not having as social and pleasant as it was with R. It was more like work--looking, seeking, comparing for ideas, approaches and confirmation with the death stuff I was on. It was also my November school get away as I was neither at Hartford or Syracuse. This year, stimulation is not as craved as I have plenty from all corners...so I was there to scoop up bits, see some trends, exclaim over the funny, profane or amazing. That was my goal. So, what did we see that was great:

Sparkles. They are everywhere. Applied to 2D stuff. Sequinned and rhinestoned 3 D stuff (I think triggered by Damien Hirst's Diamond encrusted skull)--from antlers, to strings of glittery glimmer to, diamond studded teeth in mink encased in lucite...Everywhere. Somehow signalling the end of the fat times--or maybe just the exclamation point before the fog of recession settles in.

Antlers: Everywhere.

symbols of consumption: Chanel double Cs, golden guns, exotic animal prints, gold plate everything. Very Paris Hilton, or Phat in the styling. I find it repulsive and not funny, but I think some think its funny. I think it is sadly telling about our culture.

Artists I saw and Loved:

R. Crumb drawings of Aline. Funny but somehow poingnant out of the R. Crumb spinning tale graphic novel approached.

Alex Cerveny's watercolors and small paintings using beautiful gradients, a consistent thin warm red border around his works. Lots of floating heads, twisting people and imagery that reflected a real understanding of medieval manuscripts. He used type on his images, sometimes creating halos with words. Beautiful florals. He is represented by Casa Triangulo, Sao Paolo, Brazil.

Alice Neels's painting of James Hunter Black Draftee, 1965 was startling and beautiful. Neel masterfully, and simply sketched the whole seated figure on a light neutral field and then went about painting the face boldly. This piece was breathtaking.

Steven Conroy's work shown through the Marleborough Gallery stopped me dead. His painting of JKIII, 2008 was a strong, simple portrait that was commanding in the confidence Conroy shows in the way he handles his paint--socking in the big stuff and then boldly using a dark line to delineate areas. Felt very Leindecker in its huge scale, simple blocking and tackling, memorable. I need to see more of Conroy's painting as it is masterful and was a teaching image for me.

Big year for Botero in numerous galleries. There was a lovely sculpture of a man astride a horse in a stone that sparked making the sculpture look as if the equestrian and horse were carved crisply out of a block of sugar. Since his work he did on Guantanemo that we saw a few falls back at the Marleborough Gallery, I found I loved him for his work and his thinking. Prior to that, I loved him for his approach, style and sweetness. He is back to sweetness with many new images being chubby acrobats, women riding horses in the circus, clowns (Comedia Del'Arte inspired versus "bring in the clowns" clowns). Very inspired by the work of Picasso. What was intriguing beyond the paintings which are looser...are his simple line drawings he tinted lightly with watercolor. I took notes. I can do this. And it looked good...snapped up some relatively ordinary drawings.

Russian artist, Stas Volyazlovsky's Magic Mirror was drawn on tea stained fabric> some of them looking like old runners with lace on the end, drawn with black and blue ballpoints. The style was very informed by russian tattoos or even street art. Volyazlovsky parodied religious and political theme weaving crowns, and symbols for the devil in with portraits of George Bush and Hitler, linking the Oscars with the Oskars--marrying western and eastern language and type forms....amazing.

Kehinde Wiley's portrait of Luis Carlos Neves Reis Study II,2008--oil wash on paper was outstanding. His portrait was bold, big (head must have easily been 18" tall) with flat fabric patterns behind and in front. Chad G. would have loved.

Greyson Perry's Map to Nowhere at the Paragon Press is a showstopper. It is a big engraving (pieced together), an edition of 15 with all sorts of religious, anatomical, political, geographic symbology with wonderful hand lettering saying the funniest and sobering things all together chock full of meanings and messages that only viewing it can accomplish.

Book Notes:
Taschen was there. These are keepers by Taschen:
Illustration Now (people to research later>>Ben Goss, Olaf Hajek, Christoph Nieman, Jordin Isip, Jody Hewgill, Melinda Beck, Craig Frazier)
Graphic Design Now
Wiener Werstatte
Guidelines for Online Success
Circus

Visionaire was there. Visionnaire does art projects with artists. To see more>>

Art Metro was there with books on Matt Leines (of Juxtapoz fame) for one. Also hade a series of books written by Hans Ulricch Obrist on artists (R Crumb interview for one.)

Art Book.com: a tremendous resource.

Then we went back to Design Miami and walked the Design Miami Pavillion. I need to take a moment and talk about the real hit of the show, the lighting. There is this very intense highly focused lighting that is the rage. I went into a gallery with a bunch of Hans Arp drawings and small paintings and the talk in the room after the gasps was not about the art, but the framing projectors used and the intensity of the light used. Same in the Design Miami Pavillion that featured an opulent Audi with these impressive lights focused on it. Made 3 D seem dull.

There was a ton to see at Design Miami--actually surprisingly refreshing from the din and sheer volume of art from the Convention Center. Standouts were books, a splashy single chandelier that changed color from Swarovski--very Las Vegas, very Celebrity Cruises--and in the context of a big white space, kind of funny and sweet in the showgirl brazeness it has.



designer: Studio Job
2008
manufacturer: Studio Job, The Netherlands
materials: marquetry in natural Indian Rosewood with iconography in dyed African Koto, Pama, Tulipwood, Ash, Bird's Eye Maple, Aningeria, Madrona Burl, Birch and Red Gum
exclusive to Moss produced in a limited edition of 6 pieces

However, I almost passed out from the "Bavaria" collection of work Murray Moss had on show from Studio Job. It was the battlecry for all of us decorative illustrators waiting for new things to do! Marquetry on simple benches, tables, cabinets, mirrors using imagery near and dear to the members of Studio Job, the dutch life of farming. Symmetry, color, flat tones, a sweet story that any grown up or child would embrace. Among all the sophistry and chic, these whimsical illustrations were in your face, demanding (as with the Sheik of Chic) you pay attention, and while you are at it, be charmed. This collection of furniture came out of bigger farm based project called, "Farm". Now, could I live with this stuff? probably not. But, its a wonderful world that we can know that this sort of work is commissioned and sold to those who are as charmed as I am.

We had a nice sit and a drink in the HSBC lounge (for those with the right badges)--in an environment created by the Campana brothers, sort of a tiki chic thing with winding benches with rattan knit pillows and the Campanas loopy red chairs. There was a video extolling the Campanas and there as we were sipping or cool ones, strode the men themselves, the Campanas, celebs there to meet friends and have their pictures taken. We later saw the Campanas at Al-Sabah 's posing with the al Sabah himself. Al Sabah had moved some furniture as many of the pieces we saw on Friday were replaced with new ones...and he had lovely women in arab garb, more men in the same with plates of falafel, and inlaid boxes open with pieces of baklavah and other treats being offered about. More gigantic pyramids of dates, and dishes of pistachios.

It was fun seeing Tim Dubitsky work on with the GlassLab team to create 2 tattoos three dimensionally (one a flaming heart with a dagger, the other a sword with a rose) that were truly tour de forces to create on site (from blowing to at bench flameworking) to putting a significant number of truly developed forms onto one piece without thermal shock. Impressive. And, the pieces were remarkable too. This all ended around 9:30.

We strolled down the street (amazingly developed since last year this time) walking by Genius Jones (a great kids store) and no end to kitchen supply, tile supply, furniture and gallery shops to Pacific Time, a restaurant you need to pencil in for dinner the next time you come to Miami. Chef and owner, Jonathan Eismann is married to an old friend of the Cassettis so we needed to go and support the team and see this wonderous place. Pacific Time was a buzz--every table filled, all ages, sizes and shapes...turning tables and taking another seating even at ten. We had fish and wonderful sides of eggplant and another of swiss chard which made me consider being a vegan might not be the hardest thing to do. The real deal is to do as our knowlegable neighbors did which was to have the "whole shebang"-- one of every "small plate" offering that have to share for the table. Watching this go down was like really getting a visual and smell based review of the menu. From what I saw and sniffed...everything was beautiful, imaginative and distinct not to mention amazing.

Must go, the day is getting away from me.

Thursday: Miami touchdown


Got into Miami and met R.at the airport in a very nice white rental Kia. We zipped into town famished, and decided to have lunch in the Design District and check in on the team. And So we did. They were all in fine form and after a great deal of hi-ing and helloing we had a lunch of yellowtail grilled and this wonderful escarole. Off to the new celeb's shop, "the Sheik of Chic", Majed J Al-Sabah's shop who was debuting two collections of furniture art which was enough for me just to say that I had seen the best and I could go home.



Al-Sabah in his brochure in his tribute says about his collections:

To deliver my Middle Eastern design message to the world. Being faced with a lot of ignorance til this date, I wanted again to show the world how beautiful our region is.

Highlighted were selected works by Huda Baroudi and Maria Hibri and Pieke Bergmans. Baroudi and Hibri started Bokja taking artisanal ttraditions and sensibilites of the east in crating contemporatry furniture and fusing them with a medley/patchwork of iconic middle eastern fabrics. Fabulous. Bergmans collected middle eastern furniture, decorated with a riot of mother of pearl and inlay and laid hot glass forms on the surface of these pieces, scorching the furniture and fusing the organic glass shapes with the rigid decorative pieces to wonderful results. To top it off, if the work wasnt great enough, they perfumed the air with spicy incense and had trays of enormous dates and nuts offering generous hospitality and warmth to all of us who visited. I highly recommend visiting.

Back to the glasslab, a little time to relax and do emmail and then dinner with the team at Garcias. Early night. I hope the convention center this morning.

Live from the iPhone : PHL

The plane took off at six. My feet hit the floor at 3:45 am. Thee was
prep and driving with not much waiting. The security in Ithaca was
much more scrutenizing and focused than what we have seen I'm recent
past. Now I am in Philly with the damned chutes and ladders stuff with
the remote terminal, the bus with great lunging and jerking that is
extra fun with bags and computer backpack. High point for me was
mummermania on the tv when I was getting water. Man, I love those
banjo playing, sparkly, oddballs doing their strut with symphonies of
banjos making a waca waca din. Miami will be the next stop.


Jeez. You know what falling out of the sky. Clients with "must haves" in an hour stuff...high schoolers here needing to have me spellout projects for them. "and what do we do with the Christmas cards...?" Ey Yi YI. Where is this, where is that...no design guidelines but we need it immediately. Jeez. Cannot find my camera. Cannot talk to R. Think R might know where the camera is... Need to write the schedule with money assigned to it for K A and Mandy. Its seven and I am beginning to switch to eating and then packing. Frozen food bought, money acquired for kids. Need to check the weather. R needs wool (at least two days ago he did). Nuts. Have to go. Will try to update you when I get into Miami with A.'s camera and a backed up computer. Whoa. My head is spinning.

Breathe.