Summer isn’t dead yet.  (P.S.  I retooled the oft-neglected scraps page with a blogging engine.  This doesn’t mean much for the presentation, but perhaps it will inspire me to add to it more often)

Critical Mass, how I love you.   Look at all those bikes.

Indian summer is upon us.  It’s the only summer we get here.  This was the scene at 7PM last night at Ocean Beach.

And this was the somewhat exciting scene—it only happens once a year—this afternoon as our training ship made its way back to campus, fresh from a summer in the South Pacific and then in San Francisco for a drydock makeover.  More to the point, this is me awkwardly trying to make conversation with coworkers and it rarely goes better than this:

Wednesday nights:  lose at softball, drink with pirates.

The penultimate piece in my procession of panoramic panels is done!  Six ill-tempered layers on this one and each is like a child to me:

Layer 6: (Out of the jar black with a touch of brown)  The youngest and therefore most immature layer.  Clogged up the screen almost on contact.  Virtually useless.  Wants to go to college to be a philosopher or some bullshit.

Layer 5: (Dark Brown) Very annoying.  Required several intermediate screen washes.  Left a big stain on the mesh even after thoroughly washed off.  Will probably run off with pregnant girlfriend.

Layer 4: (Warmish Light Brown)  Was a mistake from the beginning.  Can’t remember how this one was conceived but I think she accidentally got a little acrylic and water-based in her.  Made for a very uneven coat that would get me fired in a real print shop.  Luckily, Layer 5 covered for most of this.  Not that I approve of Layer 5.

Layer 3: (Beige) Just like layer 4.

Layer 2: (Warm light beige)  Went on smooth and lined up with layer one reasonably well.   I have no problem with layer 2.  He talked about business school once or something.
Layer 1: (Warmish off-white) The first born and therefore best layer.  Set a super example for all her siblings but obviously could not save them.  Oh well.  It’s their fucking life.

I am gonna throw in the last track from the live “Music for Airports.”  I decided it might be as good or even better than that first track.  Takes a few minutes to get going but this one has more of a beginning, middle and end.  Get ready.
Bang on a Can: “2-2″