In the Pittsburgh airport, I had a vision of St. Chicken Head. 

In the airport terminal, someone keyed this Jaguar, ironically making the pattern of a large cat's claw. 

I had a customer today whose house was full of Egyptian reproductions. He also painted hieroglyphs on the wall including these over an archway. 

This is the black box theater at the new Roseville School of the Performing Arts, run by my old friend Roberta Mumm. She teaches voice, piano, and acting, and recently acquired two other people teaching flute and guitar. Her son, Jeff Mumm, is a cartoonist whose website, Obscured by Species, you should look at. 

These shirts are called Solitude, because if you wear one, you'll be spending a lot of time alone.

In testing, Stafford® underwear outperformed all other brands. How, I wonder?

It says strawberry banana, but actually these gumballs are made from human flesh. 

From Mat Marucci:

On Wednesday at two minutes and three seconds after 1:00 in the morning, the time and date will be 01:02:03 04/05/06.
This is the only time in history when this will happen.

Too bad Pythagoras couldn't be around to enjoy it.

We went out to lunch with the Ollings yesterday. They are so busy with their two kids and his very demanding job (art editor of Prosper) that it is hard to see them, but it's always great. They are so smart and interested in everything... conversation ranges from the Upanishads to education to emergency rooms to free will. 

This is my first saint painting. I might work on the background a little (like put on a green undercoat and then red) but it's basically done. Thanks to Rachel for giving me the idea of buying old albums for the art on the cover. I forget what album this woman came from... possibly Burt Bacharach.
It's funny... there is a recurring motif in contemporary painting of the "floating" brushstroke that casts a shadow. Here you have something similar, except it's a real object, not trompe l'oeil. 

Using material from our Christmas wreath (still on our front door), birds have tried to build a nest in our porch light. 

I worked all morning today in the scene shop in the theater department at Sacramento City College. I know the head of technical theater there... Steve Jones. He used to be the stage manager for Best of Broadway. 

This is a book on eyebrows: Alles over wenkbrauwen, by Irma Hulscher. I think it's in Dutch. She used my unibrow cartoon on page 39.

Yesterday I tuned Stan's piano. I also blew out the dust (which included taking the action out on the porch) and voiced the hammers (which I'm doing in this picture.) I didn't have my camera with me, but Stan took a lot of pictures and posted them on his website.
When I poked the hammer felt with a needle, Stan remarked that he does the same thing with the felt on his timpani mallets. No picture --- sorry.
Later he showed me some of his Web tricks. In addition to his own site, he maintains the sites for the Musicians Union local and the MacNexus users group.
The MacNexus site, especially, is beautiful and has won awards.

On a blighted part of the K Street mall, there is a former Tower Records that closed years ago. No business has replaced it, and the murals above the entrance remain. 

When I did the Chick Corea tuning, the stage manager was so pleased that in addition to the usual compensation, he offered me two tickets to any show during the rest of the season. I chose the Russian National Orchestra, because they were playing Scheherezade, one of Jennifer's favorites.
When we got to the theater on the night of the concert, we discovered to our delight that we were sitting in the boxes at the side of the balcony. We had never sat in a box at a concert. You can put your chair wherever you like; you have infinite room for your legs; no one's head is in your way.
When I saw the Cleveland Orchestra, I was amazed by their ensemble. It was as if they had one brain. The RNO had fine ensemble, but they also set off plenty of individual sparks. They were a team of superstars.
The concertmaster was a woman looking to be in her early 20s, totally lovely, and a genius on her instrument. She tore up the solos in Scheherezade, all the time keeping perfect posture. She never once touched her back to the back of the chair.
They also played some ballet pieces by Shostakovich which were light, fast, and funny.

Another street-style image for my library. I was actually trying to draw the other duck in my sketchbook but it accidentally came out very severe and monkish. Rachel saw it and suggested that I do a finished version the same way. She liked the severity of the beak and the way the unibrow looks like a monk's haircut.

Rachel loves this painting so much that she insisted that she take it with her back to Irvine and "tell people that she did it." 

I added my street self-portrait to my "Love Radius" painting. Nothing like a face to grab your attention. 

I said to Jennifer, "I'm so lucky to have married a woman who can make borscht." She said, "But I couldn't produce a child who likes it." I said, "Given the choice between borscht and a child who likes borscht, I'll take the borscht."