It's in a Pubski here somewhere. I went running as I always do (when I have time; this quarter has sucked mightily if for no other reason that my regular exercise has been effectively obliterated) and going up the hill a dude blazed by me as if I was sitting still. This doesn't happen very often and I was mopey about it for at least 500 yards. Then I realized that the dude who blazed by me was a kid who blazed by me. I was old enough to be his dad. And I'm still out there, running. Getting old is something we all do. The question is, are we doing it well. I have zero prescriptions. I can run. I can ride a bike. I can take care of my property. I can change a tire (shit I can change an engine), I can balance a checkbook, I can make a poached egg. My dad's hair was white by the time he was my age. Both my parents were paunchy. Most of the crew I graduated high school with is old and fat; I got a friend looking for his third pancreas. Me? I finally got around to gaining some flexibility. I'm in pretty goddamn good shape, BMI be damned, and of the seven or so people I hung out with the most these past three months only one of them is old enough to drink (and him just barely). We had to do self portraits for art. The girls all did their best to doll up; the guys all did their best to look tough and virile. I drew myself with my over-large chin held out proud and spent an hour getting the wrinkles above my eye right. I got shoes older than most of the people I hang out with these days and it doesn't make me less of a person, it makes me more of one. That said, I ain't growing out my beard. For one thing, they're scruffy. For another, it's gonna come in the color of fireplace ashes. I can talk a good game but let's not accelerate the decrepitude too much.
God that was only like four months. I talk about the Schwartzchild Radius of my life in LA - how time dilates ridiculously and I lose all sense of perspective. But I've been beyond the event horizon since fuckin' January and by the time I make it back out the Morlocks might be running things for all I know...
I drew myself with my over-large chin held out proud and spent an hour getting the wrinkles above my eye right.
It's a damn fine drawing too. Well done. Did you share it on Hubski?
There it is. Its such a good drawing that I was hesitant to compliment you on it. I thought it could be some new phone app that takes a photo and makes it look like a drawing.
End-of-quarter drawings are above. Beginning-of-quarter drawings are below. See? Look! We all learned so much! This wasn't a total waste of time, not at all! just kindly disregard the fact that we were instructed to spend no more than an hour on the beginning-of-quarter and had nine hours in class for the end-of-quarter and were encouraged to spend more
