July 28, 2003
Big rain last night at about 1:30. Really came down. It’s our wedding anniversary. Kathy and I have been married for 24 years. If you’re at all like me, you must be wondering, “How in the hell did he manage to do that?” I agree. This feat makes dumb luck seem like a pimple on the ass of The Mother of All Good Fortune.
Last Saturday Kathy and I walked over to Kierland Commons which is adjacent to the Westin Hotel in Scottsdale. The Commons is a planned, retro downtown area with very hip shops, kind of a Rodeo Drive in a sauna. In fact, the shops are almost too hip. With names like Ecco, Pozo and, I’m not making this up, Anthropologies, it seems a tad over the top. Got an issue of American Art Review ($5.95 cash) at Barnes & Noble. Had lunch at The News Cafe. Too many Yuppie scum mothers with kids in $2,000 baby carriages who can’t or won’t, control their screaming babies. While everyone suffers, they just sit there with that disgusting, “I wouldn’t dream of affecting my precious babie’s self-worth by telling him to shut-up or even consider taking him outside” look. Had a veggie sando and iced tea.
Read and swam, lounged around. Read quite a bit about several of my art heroes, Edward Hopper, Thomas Eakins, Childe Hassam (great etchings of Victorian street scenes!). All of this was in the American Art Review. As usual, I got mega-excited about doing more of a fictional or semi-autobiographical graphic novel with dynamic, black and white scratchboard art. I envision a kind of Last Picture Show on paper, growing up in Kingman, playing in honkytonks, on the road, desert stories, Westerns with an edgy kinkiness that I seem to have a proclivity for. Someday soon, I’m going to knuckle down and do the first one and I have the title, which I’ve mentioned in here before but don’t want to keep laying it out here for someone to poach. I read about the concept of a graphic novel (a comic book that knocks up a novel) back in 1974. I believe it’s a French idea and I have been dreaming of doing something like that ever since. (for over a quarter century) Ouch!
”Don't tell me how rocky the sea is, just bring in the ship.”
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