Archives: Storm Cloud (1982)

January 1982. I think this accurately portrays my mood for that month as I was grounded for the entire month. As I'm sure you'll recall, there were five weekends in that January -- pretty bad.

Archives: Desert Commander (1981)

Was I really thinking of Saddam Hussein in the summer of 1981?
[note: I've obscured some of the phone number to protect the innocent person who now has that phone number.]

Archives: Teacher's Pencil Holder Still Life (1982)

Another one from the high school public speaking class journal at Henderson High School. This was the teacher's pencil holder. Her name was Joan Robinson-Metz. I'm pretty sure it was wrapped in a carpet material or something similar.

Archives: For All The Stars In Heaven (1982)

Kristen got me thinking about diaries or 'journals' as we of journalistic integrity would call them. I did a quick basement dig through the bin of high school stuff. It contains all the important stuff that I knew would be needed in the future (like now when I haven't had time to work on some drawings-in-the-works).

Scanning through my journals I'm surprised at the lack of doodles and drawings. I appear to have been spending most of my efforts on actual writing since, I guess, that's how I envisioned myself at the time.

This standard webbed aluminum chaise lawn chair drawing was found in my journal for my public speaking class in the spring of my senior year in high school.

The quote is, of course, from Queen's "Long Away".

Archive: English 115 Doodles

From 1987 and one of my favorite classes at Temple taught by Steve Zelnick where we read Gulliver's Travels, Joseph Andrews, Pride & Prejudice, lots of poems, Jane Eyre, and Hard Times.

In addition to the pulleys, surfer, tornado, skull, rocket, and sail ship, this doodle even has a pencil-point race track like we used to create in study hall in high school.

This is a drawing I did of Professor Zelnick the first week or so of class back in the fall of 1987. (He looks a little like Fran Dunphy (Temple's basketball coach) in my doodle.

This is him today.

Archives: Reaching For The Pit

From the late 1980s, I think this was a rough concept when friends were working on building a surf/skate wear company . Or just more of my fascination with arm pits .

Request-a-doodle: Leech on my leg

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Anonymous said...Rafting on the Brandywine, finding a leech attached to my leg.

Leech stories always bring me back to the days when we hosted the 4th of Jamly picnics on the Schuylkill River back in the 1980s and at least two years in a row our friends Dave and Rich swam across the river and back in a race. Aside from the film of pollutants and stink, they usually came out with a fine collection of leeches in uncomfortable areas.