Several of you expressed interest in my remarks about drawing with a felt-tip pen versus drawing with a pen point dipped in ink. More specifically, a lot of you wanted to see what I meant. This made me think further on the matter, and I will share some of those thoughts next week. Today, unfortunately, there isn’t time to do justice. So, I am posting two cartoons, one from 2010 and one from earlier this year. The first cartoon, the former, was drawn with a not-inexpensive high quality felt pen. The other was drawn old-school. The difference is subtle, but there is a difference. Look over them, if you’re interested, and we’ll talk about it next week.
247 responses to “Draggin’ th’ Line”
Morphy, I just signed up for this. Will let you know how it works out. They use a combination of three cellphone companies to carry the calls, switching automatically to whichever is the better signal. It also will automatically switch to WiFi when it is available, and encrypts your signal so no one else can read it. Basic $20 month for unlimited talk/text and $10 per Gig of data. Free use of your phone as wifi hotspot so you can run your laptop, etc through it at same data rate. If you exceed your data, they don’t slow you down, just bill you the difference on your next bill. It sold me as it dropped me from around $90 per month on ATT to $30 on theirs.
Whoops, left out the link: https://fi.google.com/about/
And you have to buy a Google phone to use on this, no others will work. Details are on the site.
Panko not pinko. Whole wheat not wonderful but okay.
Defrosting some cooked chicken meat deboned and making chicken and dumplings with mushrooms for tomorrow. Haven’t looked at vegetables yet to see what there is but I have some bananas in need of a cake.
Jackie, blackberry paw-prints are more comical once identified. I wouldn’t even mind a stained tablecloth if it told a story.
Mark, very tempting contract. I know where they are making up the money. But since I’m okay with the concept of the internet being a public park, not a darkroom; I could be okay with that. If the tech supports the promises.
Li’l Smigz, I’m glad your finger survived as well as it did. Of course, my theory is you can’t call yourself a real cook until you’ve sliced at least one finger. Unless it requires sutures, and then you should probably call yourself a klutz.
I have a garlic press than minces unpeeled cloves. And if I want to slice it, several years ago my sister gave me one of those little silicon tube thingies for peeling the cloves. So I don’t have much excuse for cutting myself preparing garlic now.
Hmmmn, I don’t check my emails enough nowadays. Just now looking at it and I got another of those mysterious songs from a mysterious group called Smith. So I clicked on it since it had been awhile and this song came up. I said that sounds familiar to me, who did it that I would have listened to?
Answer is Foghat but I’ll link it next, this is original I Just Want to Make Love to You.
https://youtu.be/J_kJhTnxEXc
This is version that is well known by Foghat. I keep wondering if I will ever find out how and why I get these recordings? Someone not Google knows my taste in classic Southern blues and rock songs. Or grew up in same period.
https://youtu.be/ziiDkT165zI
Jackie, it seems your mysterious cyber-admirer is getting more explicit with his/her song selections.
Looks that way. I honestly have no idea who this is.
Perhaps it won’t go so far as the infamous C&W song, “I Don’t Want a Mansion in the Valley, I Just Want a Shack Up in the Hills”.
Time for my 8,760-hour check up tomorrow. I told my doc years ago my ambition was to be his least interesting patient. So far that has been the case. I go in; he asks me the cook-book questions; I give all negative responses; he checks my vitals and reviews my lab results; he looks at me and shrugs; I look back at him and shrug; I pay my office visit co-pay and leave.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
That is an admirable annual activity. OK, tried to keep alliteration going but it got embarrassing. Good health to you Ghost.
Oh, stickler here, it was a leap year. you must have gone a day early.
My ambition is to date someone way healthier than I am as I have no ambitions to play nurse except in some silly lingerie. Or French maid. Or chef.
Unfortunately no such opportunity has presented itself. Even the younger ones are less healthy and forget anyone my age or older!
Although another client at beauty shop. Offered to lease her husband who was sitting there. While he might have been younger he sure wasn’t anything I’d pay for, especially with the major tattoos down the one arm and a redneck wardrobe. In fact, I insulted him I know.
Perhaps she saw him as perfection.
Holding out for a third date with class.
Guess I’m sassy for my age. Apologies if offended.
Funny you should mention tattoos, Jackie. As recently as last year (and yes, I mean eight days ago), if someone had told me I might one day consider getting a tattoo, I’d have declared them deranged. But in the past few days, I find myself giving some thought to getting “Non deficere” inked over my left deltoid, in perhaps in a Monotype Corsiva 28 font.
Would that be disqualifying?
No, much more tasteful than a full Maori shoulder and sleeve tattoo.
Remember, I almost put a compass rose with a thorny rose on my own butt. I didn’t but that butt would have probably disqualified me!
Thorny Rose isn’t the best vintage in the world but it suits me I am afraid.
And more tasteful, too, than this, perhaps?
http://inkedceleb.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Sean-Connery-Arm-Tattoo.jpg
FYI.
http://kut.org/post/writers-almanac-january-8-2017
The bit on Wallace and Darwin wants elaboration. In a modern sense, because W. submitted a paper first, he has priority. D. never denied that. But D’s journals show that his theory of Natural Selection had been brewing for a decade or so, as had his plans for a magnum opus that would have been much longer than his 1859 ‘The origin of species’. But he knew it would raise hackles and dreaded controversy, which delayed his work on it.
W. and D. had a joint paper read [to the Royal Soc., I think] in ’58, and D. got his book out in short order. It sold out quickly, raised the expected hackles, got support from Huxley, vituperation by Wilberforce, misunderstanding by literate Western society, and has had an interesting history since. W. and D. both proposed the process of evolution by natural selection on the basis of observation of living organisms. D. also proposed an evolutionary history of life based on 19th C. knowledge of fossils, embryology, geographic distribution of living organisms, and geology. Neither W. or D. had any good understanding of genetics. Mendel’s paper on inheritance in peas came out in 1865. D. had access to it, but I think there’s no evidence that he read it.
In sum, D. [and W.] proposed 1. a mechanism whereby evolution must occur [turns out natural selection is an inevitable consequence of genetics, natural genetic variation, and the differential reproduction of varied genes in particular environments]; and 2. a rudimentary history of living organisms over eons of geologic time. Basically, scientists and philosophers bought the latter, but mostly not the former, largely because they could not handle the philosophical implication that evolution did not mean inevitable ‘progress’ and ‘perfection’, whatever those terms mean. There was, of course, the expected [and short-sighted] opposition from various religious sorts, but not only that. It was not until our [at least my] lifetime, in the 1930s-’60s that natural selection was integrated into the theory of evolution that is now basic to the science of biology. Scares people, but it shouldn’t. Peace,
Definitely so. You don’t have one like that I assume? You know in my day good Southern boys did not get tattoos, not even when they were drunk. Not sure how they escaped total depravity but they seemed to.
When one of my daughters got tattooed her father dryly said it would give someway to identify the body. She was quite a trial at that time. Before he died they had to tattoo him for radiation therapy and he joked about never saying never, told her he’d gotten a couple of tattoos.
Anyway, Southerners do many things now we never did before and your plan seems quite good.
My water has gotten cold as I type this so I need to run some more hot water. Good bye.
That website won’t work for me now; it did earlier. Here is the text from my email copy of Writer’s Almanac.
Today is the birthday of British naturalist and biologist Alfred Russel []Russell?] Wallace, born in the Welsh village of Llanbadoc (1823). He didn’t come from a wealthy family, and he had only six years of formal education, but he came up with a theory of natural selection that predates Charles Darwin’s. After he left grammar school, he read his way through his family’s extensive library, and then moved to London to live with his older brother, an apprentice carpenter, when he was 14. In London, he was able to attend lectures and pursue his own education. He also became an apprentice surveyor. He worked in rural areas of England and Wales for several years, surveying land for the General Enclosures Act, which allowed for the division of public lands among landowners. As part of his work, he met many small farmers whose way of life was being destroyed by the Enclosures Act. He wrote down as many details as he could, and later incorporated them into an essay called “The South Wales Farmer.” He remained deeply concerned with social issues for the rest of his life.
Wallace’s time spent outdoors as a surveyor sparked an interest in the natural world. He made friends with an entomologist named Henry Walter Bates, who introduced him to insect collecting. The two formed a plan to travel to South America and collect insect specimens, both for their own use and also to sell to English museums to finance their expedition. It was a great plan, and they were able to send off one shipment to London, but on the journey home Wallace’s ship sank and Wallace lost the rest of his collection and most of his notes. He was still able to publish several articles, a map, and two books (Palm Trees of the Amazon and Their Uses and Narrative of Travels on the Amazon and Rio Negro, both 1853).
Wallace’s Amazon publications earned him respect as well as money, and the Royal Geographical Society sent him to the Malay Archipelago, where he lived and worked for eight years. He noticed that there seemed to be a kind of division or line: on the west side of this line, the animal life was similar to that found in Asia, and on the east side of the line, it had more in common with the fauna of Australasia. That observation led to his work in the geographic distribution of animal species. The dividing line has come to be known as the Wallace Line, in his honor.
It was also in the Malay Archipelago that he first came up with his theory of natural selection. He had read Charles Darwin’s journal, The Voyage of the Beagle (1839), and he thought Darwin might be interested in his theory, so he wrote to him in 1858. Darwin had been forming his own thoughts about natural selection too, and he published a paper – giving Wallace co-credit – called “On the Tendency of Species to Form Varieties; and on the Perpetuation of Varieties and Species by Natural Means of Selection” (1858). Darwin remained a great admirer of Wallace and his work for the rest of their lives.
But Darwin was from a rich family, and Wallace wasn’t. Darwin could weather the ups and downs of his career by falling back on his family’s wealth. Wallace tried several times to find an academic post back in England, but was never able to, and a series of bad investments cost him his savings. He made a little money grading school exams, and wrote a popular book called The Malay Archipelago: The Land of the Orang-Utan, and the Bird of Paradise (1869), but his financial outlook was not secure until Darwin and T.H. Huxley lobbied on his behalf for a government pension in recognition of his scientific contributions. He received 200 pounds a year for the rest of his life, and died at the age of 91.
[200 pounds a year in the late 19th c. was a comfortable income. Peace, emb]
emb that was very interesting. Coincidently I have an acquaintance down in Chile who just launched his boat to sail in Straits of Magellan from beneath the shadow of the Beagle at the museum there. Assume it is a Beagle replica?
He posted photos this weekend.
Old Proverb: “Measure twice; cut once.”
New Proverb: “Measure twice; purchase commercial range once.”
Jeez, I am easily influenced and swayed. Ever since you posted Sean Connery wearing little more than a tattoo I have been reading about Sir Sean. Learned a great deal I did not know, since all I began with was what did the tattoos say?
They say mum and dad and Scotland Forever but sure don’t look like that. I had thought some sort of strange foreign symbol or even a gang symbol of some sort.
Nope. Mom, dad and country.
Wait a moment! I went back for one last look at Sir Sean and noticed his right chest, nipple area. What is that if not a faded tattoo there? Doesn’t look like hair, not all of it.
No mention of this tattoo in his biography online or wiki or any other data bases I read.