One of the Halloween parties I did caricatures at this year.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Above is a sad attempt to draw my friends Sid & Filipe from memory.
Last week Sid tried to rouse the weekly cartoon crew from their rut; always having lunch at the same place. He thought he'd created a coup and got lots of folks to join him up town at the legendary Sylvia's Soul Food, but it seems some New Yorker cartoonists are a little shy when it comes to traveling north of Central Park. What started, I think, as about ten people, turned into three. Their loss. It's a great place.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I've never been mistaken for a celebrity but, like a lot of folks, I often hear, hey... you look just like that famous guy. For me it's Bill Cosby. I get stopped almost daily by folks who say I look just like him. People who know me well don't see it. They say, "Cosby? That's ridiculous. You're so much younger than him." True. But it happens.
I just emailed an application to the producers of The New Newlywed show. Hopefully Lauren and I will get picked as contestants and win all kinds of fabulous prizes. Perhaps a brand new car? And what's a new car with out TurtleWax? One of the questions they asked is how we got engaged. This is what I told them:
After dinner, (a work function) Lauren and I went to a bar, waiting for some of her co-workers to show up. We already had plenty to drink at dinner and were sipping some new drinks while we waited. I was lost in thought, probably trying to solve world hunger or working on my design for wedgie-proof underpants (patent pending) when I felt Lauren’s warm vodka breath on my neck and heard her say, “ Are we ever gonna get married?”
I looked into those heavenly blue eyes of hers and noticed her left contact lens was a bit off center. I didn’t mention that. Instead, I thought of spending the rest of my life with this brilliant, beautiful woman; thought about waking up everyday holding this gorgeous creature in my strong left arm and slightly less muscular right arm. Staring into her contact centered right eye, I smiled and said, “Okay.”
We clinked glasses and ordered another round.
About a month later, I proposed a little more formally, with an engagement ring and some help from The Big Apple Circus, but that’s another story.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
You can't go home again, even if that home is a brand new condo.
The countdown to 11/15/07 is on. We have to be out of our UES apt on 11/15. Either we move into Conselya St's LUCE building, or find a place to rent or move in with Momma & Poppa Forsch. Why wouldn't we move into the brand new condo we've been waiting for, for eight months? Our inspector found 20 or 30 serious problems that need to be fixed and the fine folks at Apartments and Lofts won't help us. We want to move in, but with all the problems were having before we've even closed, it looks like that would be a very, very bad idea. We wanna move in! Fix the place up already. The pic above is what this place looked like back in February.
It looks a little better now but there are still vents that need putting in, that landing half way up the stairs is made of two flimsy boards instead of one solid board, the bathroom sinks are on back order, and that's just the tip of this real estate iceberg.