Happy New Year

© Linda Davick

Everything Is Wrong

Our car broke down. Our dryer broke down. As you can see, I'm having to air-dry my new socks in the kitchen.

Everything may be wrong, but when you find one thing that's right in the middle of everything that's wrong, isn't it terrific?

I found these socks I loved at Ross Dress For Less. Foolishy, I bought only one pair. I liked them so much that I put them on as soon as I got in the car. When I took them off that night, I was still head over heels in love with them.

The next morning I wanted to wear them again; but the dryer had broken. I drove straight back to Ross Dress For Less. (This was before the tie rod snapped in two on the car.) I was stunned to find that no one had bought even one pair of my favorite socks in my absence. So I bought all the rest. And now, even though everything is still wrong, I feel grounded.

Movie Review

Today when I noticed the Little Man standing in his chair clapping for Little Children, I decided we should go see it. I didn't like it at all!

But here's a rave review for you: Sofia in a tiny can that you can take to the movies in your bag. It comes with an flexible straw. Great with popcorn and chocolate. Named for Sofia Coppola, who directed Lost In Translation.

Christmas Is Over.

photo Linda Davick
I was walking down Geary Street. When I saw Santa painted on the front window of Royal Ground Coffee Shop with his tooth blacked out, I knew Christmas was over.

Tom, Can I Have A LOT Of Wine?

Waterfall acted shocked when she found out that Tom was the one who had given me the mini-bottles of wine in the Guessing Game. Maybe she was just a sore loser, who knows. (Gosh, Waterfall! Of all the readers who took the challenge, you came in 2nd! That's pretty good!) But nonetheless, her advice was sound:

Tom gave you mini-bottles of wine? Next time, ask for "a LOT of wine" rather than "many bottles of wine." He'll be less likely to misunderstand you. :)

After reading her comment, I said: "Tom? Can I have a LOT of wine?" Sometimes all you have to do is ask. This evening Scott and Spots accompanied Tom to Weimax Wines & Spirits in Burlingame. Tom and Scott decided to buy a case of wine apiece. The only stipulation being that each bottle had to be under $10. Bob at Weimax helped them pick the bottles out. As I drink the wine, I'll review each bottle for you.

Segregation

Linda Davick
On holidays when you were little, did you have to sit at the baby table with all the little kids? And all the adults got to sit at the big table?

These birds were doing the same thing this evening.

Grand Prize Winner

It's hard to believe, but a relatively new visitor to this blog has won the Guessing Game. Take a bow, Dee. For your award, you may choose one of the four prizes shown above. Free shipping is included. E-mail me your address to claim your prize. If not claimed within 48 hours, prize will go to Waterfall, who came in a close 2nd.

Guessing Game

One of my favorite games is called Gifts For Linda. To play, match the givers (below) to the gift they gave (above).

Merry Christmas, Baby

On the flight to Cincinnati, the plane is not at all full. The whole row of emergency exit seats behind me is empty. As the doors are closing, a blond girl runs back and plops into the seat by the window behind me. I'm dying to stretch out, so I pick up my things and move back a row, across the aisle from her. We smile at each other, happy to have this extra space.

The flight attendant announces that those sitting in the emergency exit rows must be willing and able to assist crew members in the event of an emergency. The girl and I eye eachother and she dissolves into a puddle of giggles.

The flight is smooth, but as we're getting ready to land the wheels lower with a loud CRACK! The girl across the aisle yells, "SHIT!"
She works her hand between the seats in front of her and says, "Excuse me! Excuse me!" Then I hear her ask, "Will you mind holding my hand? I'm petrified of landings." I lean forward and see a young guy sitting in front of her. He doesn't look bad. Apparently he takes her hand. She explains, "When I was 10, I was in a plane that almost crashed when it landed, and since then I can't help it–I'm always afraid of landings."

When the plane hits the ground, she retracts her hand and says as if coming to her senses: "I'm sorry. I really should have sat beside someone. But this is a great way to make connections!"

He turns around. "Are you from Cincinnati?"
"No, Chattanooga. I'm in the mental health field. Have you just come from visiting your family? Is Cincinnati your final destination?"
"No. I'm on my way to Chicago."
"CHICAGO! Why aren't you on a direct flight from Chattanooga to Chicago?"
Because this way I met you, I'm thinking he's thinking.
He mentions something about the exorbitant cost of the direct flight.
"That's INSANE!"
"Are you visiting your family?" he asks.
"No. I've decided to go to Arizona. I have family in Nevada, but my ex-husband will be there, and you can imagine how interesting that would be!" She dissolves into giggles again. Then to nobody in particular: "I have a long layover here. Four hours."

The fasten seat belt sign is no longer illuminated. The guy leans forward and turns around. I look at his hand, hoping I won't see a ring on his finger. I stay seated; she and he are standing. She asks me, "Do you want to go in front of me?"
"No!" I grin.
She smiles. "I can't wait to hit the bar. A vodka & tonic is just what I need." Her voice carries.

We file out into the terminal. First she walks behind him; then I see them walking together and talking; then I notice that he walks on ahead. But before I go right to catch the shuttle to Terminal B, I catch a glimpse of them walking together again. Here's hoping they arranged a quick Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I flew out of Chattanooga at 2:46 this afternoon. The airport security guy opened the bag I was checking to screen it for explosives. He saw the destination tag and said: "Looks like you have a long day ahead of you."
"Yeah. How about you?"
"I get off at 6:30."
"That's good. Only a few more hours."
"It's better than last year, that's for sure."
"What. Did you work longer last Christmas?"
"I was in Afghanistan."
Heart sinking: "Oh. How long were you there?"
"One year. 364 days. I made it back. But 4 guys in our group didn't."
"I'm glad you made it back."
"Yep. They may have gotten 4 of ours, but we got lots more of theirs."
As I'm backing away he calls out: "Merry Christmas!"

Running In Chattanooga

Here's where I jog when I'm in Chattanooga. It's a cushy red track at the foot of Signal Mountain. I was able to squeeze a run in twice this trip–once on Monday and once today.

Today is my dad's birthday. He'd be 87 if he were alive. As my mom says, wouldn't he be crazy about all this computer/digital camera business? YES!

Walking In Chattanooga

Chattanooga is a beautiful place. Mom and I
drove over to the River Walk today. It's an eight mile path that runs along the Tennessee River.

New Shoes

Today, for the first time in my life, I bought something for Mom that she liked. A pair of Sketchers with velcro straps instead of laces. (above, next to boom box.)

She said, and I quote: "Every time I take a step it makes me feel happy."

Later that evening she asked, "Honey? There's a new pair of shoes in my closet. Do you know where they came from?"

Storybook Family

After dinner we went over to Susan and Our Franklin's. It's really R. Franklin, but the first time I heard it, I thought they were saying Our Franklin, and so I continue to call him Our Franklin. They have three incredible girls: Marie, Claire, and Lucy. We had perfect timing: Claire had just finished making cookies; Frank had just finished making tortillas. Someone else had just filled a big bowl with sangria.

New Baby

I didn't get to Knoxville to meet Katy, but tonight I did have dinner with my old jr. high school pal, Gwen. Just this morning she adopted a new baby. They told Gwen she was adopting a cat, but the baby acts more like a kangeroo. I think Gwen should name her Roo.

Roo has big brown eyes, but I didn't want to use the flash and risk scaring her on her first day home. She had been in the shelter for six months before Gwen found her and signed the papers.

My Extended-Stay Room

Here's where I crash around 9:30 or 10 each night. I've decorated it for Christmas.

This has been one of the more stressful trips to visit Mom since she's moved out of the home she built and into the retirement community.
She's changed drastically over the past month. She can't remember anything that happened 15 seconds ago.
I wasn't really prepared for this, even though my sister had been with Mom at Thanksgiving and tried to tell me.

Candlelight Dinner

clockwise from top left: me and Mom, her pals David and Gloria, a mean sax player, my dance partner, Frank.

After the MRI, it's 2:30 and we're starving. I'm so scattered that I drive all over the Chattanooga area looking for the Picadilly Cafeteria–our old comforting place to eat. I make a few wrong turns and get hopelessly lost. I'm the one who needs the MRI.
We find Picadilly and sit down at our old table with our trays.
Then race back to the Terrace for their dinner dance.

By the way ... this guy Frank is a great dancer. It made me wish I had gone to Mrs. Howell's School of Dance like I was supposed to.

Person of the Year

Right before going in for her MRI, Mom discovers she's been named Person of the Year.

White Christmas

© Linda Davick
Tomorrow I leave for Tennessee. Today on our walk I took 89 photos, just to make sure I wouldn't forget what it looks like here.

Dave Warnke Print

Higgledy Piggledy
by Dave Warnke

DAVe, my favorite artist, has a beautiful 16x20 inch Giclee Pigment Print for sale @ stores.ebay.com/The-DAVe-Shop.
The prints are unframed on heavy-stock, Hahnemule paper. Prints are signed, numbered. Limited edition of 12. (December 27 Update: Sorry! All gone!)

Comfort & Joy For Your iPod

© Linda Davick
Say you're going to a Christmas party and your iPod doesn't have anything to wear. Here's what you can do: Choose one of your favorite photos or drawings. Then ...

1. Go to this Web site.

2. Choose the type of iPod you have. (I have the old fashioned iPod Shuffle.)

3. Upload your picture, and hit Make My Free iPod Cover.

A PDF file will be sent immediately to your computer. You'll see a template that fits your iPod superimposed on top of the image you sent. Print it out. Cut and fold along the lines. Dress your iPod.

Poodle Mania

© Linda Davick
Are you one of the hundreds who took my official Character & Temperament Types test on December 10? In order to receive a proper diagnosis, you may want to consider taking it again, in light of the fact that today my client added a pink poodle to the mix.

Subject: POODLE!
Date: December 13, 2006 9:32:16 AM PST
Linda,
They love yr dog faces! Would you mind rendering a Poodle for us as well? Same size etc. Let me know when you think you can get it to me!
thanks,
Tim
Subject: Re: POODLE!
Date: December 13, 2006 9:43:13 AM PST
Tim, I would love to do a poodle. Is Friday too late?
Subject: Re: POODLE!
Date: December 13, 2006 9:56:24 AM PST
I'd like it tomorrow if possible. Is it?
Subject: Re: POODLE!
Date: December 13, 2006 10:02:50 AM PST
Yes Sir.
Subject: Re: POODLE!
Date: December 13, 2006 10:03:02 AM PST
Great! - Thanks Linda, things are hectic here so every minute earlier we get things is a good thing.
Subject: Re: POODLE!
Date: December 13, 2006 10:10:19 AM PST
OK, I'll get it to you fast as I can...
Subject: Re: POODLE!
Date: December 13, 2006 10:12:27 AM PST
Thanks!
Subject: Fwd: POODLE!
Date: December 13, 2006 10:14:53 AM PST
David, just wanted to let you know they added a poodle just now.
Subject: DG/RE: Fwd: POODLE!
Date: December 13, 2006 12:36:29 PM PST
woof!
Subject: pink poodle
Date: December 13, 2006 3:28:00 PM PST
Tim, here's your poodle!
Sincerely,
Linda
Subject: Re: pink poodle
Date: December 13, 2006 3:28:30 PM PST
YES!! THANK YOU!!!

Doubting Santa

© Linda Davick

Nothing Is Wrong

inner sunset mural project
Today I went to the office supply store on 8th and Irving to buy some giant padded envelopes. This was painted on the wall outside.

I found out that this piece of wall is actually an exhibition space–part of the inner sunset mural project. It used to be curated by Receiver, but they've moved to a new gallery space in the Mission. Two interesting people, Esther Pearl Watson and Mark Todd, have work up in the new space.

Character & Temperament Types

© Linda Davick
If you had to choose one for a pet, which would it be?

Mission Accomplished

This morning Tom and I went for a jog. On the way home, he had an idea. "Let's stop by the Christmas tree lot."

Emmy and John live next door. Every year, they finish their Christmas shopping by September, and get their cards mailed out by mid-November. We knew they didn't have their tree yet. For once, we were determined to do something before they did. But when we walked into the Christmas tree lot, guess who had arrived minutes before. Yep. Em and John.











They managed to pay for their tree seconds before we chose our fat boy. (below, left to right: our tree, their tree)











While Emmy was fishing in her purse for keys, Tom and I exchanged glances. We threw our tree on top of the Ford and squealed out of the lot, blasting the horn. People, baby buggies, dogs, bicycles, ambulances scattered. We flew up 45th Avenue and skidded to a stop in front of our homes seconds before they did.

The Unexplained Explained

I just googled Gatorade Nutrition Facts. I found out why I gained 5 pounds yesterday, on the day I wasn't allowed to eat anything.

Gatorade Serving Size 12 fl oz
Calories per serving: 310

I drank 128 oz, for a total of 11 servings. That equals 3,410 calories–more than twice the calories I eat on a real food day.

Three good things:
1. It turns out I'm absolutely fine and there was no need for me to have spent enough money to buy a car on this test.
2. I woke up after the test immediately, so Tom didn't have a chance to question me under the influence of the truth serum.
3. Scott had us to dinner, so I didn't have to worry about lack of solids this evening. I made a masterful flourless chocolate cake to celebrate my hearty digestive system.
Scott, dinner last night was wonderful. But I think I ate too many potatoes.
(Tom took this photo of me when we got home.)
Have fun this evening...say hi to Gayle for us!
Thanks again for a great evening,
Linda

You sure you're just carrying potatoes?
Good time hanging out w/you...Thanks v.much for doing the dishes (making a return invite far more likely!)
Scott

More Tales of The Unexplained

© Linda Davick

Today the nurse called to talk to me about my colonoscopy tomorrow. She wanted to make sure I wasn't eating anything. She wanted to make sure I was drinking the Miralax / Gatorade solution. She stressed the importance of drinking clear liquids only.

She asked me a list of questions about my medical history. Was I allergic to any medicines? Had I ever had lupus? Or a heart condition? Or a thyroid condition? Did I have high blood pressure? Did I have any transplanted organs? Did I smoke? I must have said "no" fifty times. Then she got to the last question. "Do you drink?"

"Yes!" I replied happily.
"How much?"
"Oh, a glass or two of wine a day."
"Well don't we all!" she responded.

I started warming up to this nurse. She asked me if I had any questions for her. "Does white wine count as a clear liquid?"

"Yes," she said. "But truthfully, you may want to think about it–not having had any food all day..."

So for dinner tonight I had broth. I went easy on the wine, mixing it with a little fruit juice to make a pale Sangria.

Suddenly I realized it had been quite a while since I had checked my weight. I thought: This is a great time to weigh if there ever was one. Emmy has a scale, so I went next door. I adjusted it carefully to make sure it was set to zero. Then I took off my jacket and necklace and shoes and belt and climbed aboard.

I had gained 5 pounds.

Tell Me Why You Cried, And Why ...

Barbara gave me this button a long time ago. I don't know why, because I never cry. Then yesterday, I started crying. For no reason. But why? I'm happy! I was told that you don't have to know why; that if nothing else, it's a good exercise–kind of like doing yoga. That when you're feeling more joy, you also find yourself feeling more sadness, and then you're able to feel more joy. (I hate this zigzag stuff. Who invented it? I like following a line straight to joy, and then directly on to more joy.)

Me: It must just be the holidays.
10 minutes later
Me: This isn't real crying. It's fake.
10 minutes later
Me: This is crazy! (eyes and nose dripping all over the carpet.) I have a good life.
10 minutes later
Me: Oh, I know what it is. It's because I drank too much coffee this morning.
My counselor, throwing up his hands: Yes. It must be the coffee. I'm glad we finally figured it out.

Tonight was the final meeting of my online class. It was funny! During the last two minutes, suddenly everyone realized it really was over, and a flurry of messaging sprang up. Thanks were given. E-mail addresses were quickly exchanged. Apparently some kind of human bond had slipped through our computer connection over the course of the class. It completely snuck up on me. Suddenly I was sad! I typed, "I'm sad." Tina typed, "I am too!" I typed, "I'm signing up for MMST 231." Sylvia typed, "Me too. I'm excited!" All's well that ends well, and points straight toward a new beginning, no zigzagging.

My Walk Wednesday

The Helmand

photo becks & posh

I have only one word to say: Aushak!
(raviolis filled with leeks and scallions served on a yogurt, mint and garlic sauce)

Two more words: Thank you.
(Thank you, Anne & Peter.)

One Horse Open Sleigh

Linda Davick
On the beach this evening, a San Francisco-style one horse open sleigh.
p.s. Try not to do too many bad things until after December 25.

Saturday Night

by Saul Steinberg

Saul Steinberg's work is being shown at the Morgan Library, where Katy used to work, and at Museum of the City of New York. I don't think the N-Judah stops at either place, though.

Moon Above Sea Wall

Monocular Vision

© Linda Davick
I found the perfect illustration on the sea wall today for my monocular vision story, so here goes:

I saw my eye doctor a couple weeks ago to get my contact lens prescription checked. He said my far-away vision* had improved. I was thrilled until I realized what he meant was that my up-close vision* was getting worse. He said, "Why don't you try wearing just one contact lens period?" He told me my right eye was my dominant eye, and suggested wearing the contact in that eye. He assured me that I'd be able to read the menu at Hahn's Hibachi with my other eye.
* professional terminology

I said, "Excuse me, Doctor. That won't work. I'm a visual person. I can't go around with one eye corrected and one not." But I tried it and it worked sensationally. So now I'm saving tons of money by wearing only one contact at a time. Money that I can spend on shoes and music and property taxes.

My friend Larry told me this kind of seeing is called monocular vision, and he should know. He's been seeing out of only one eye for a long time–detached retina complications–but next week he's scheduled to get his other eye back up and running.

More contact lens tips & tricks you might want to try
•When I go to the movies, I wear two contacts instead of just one. I was given a different lens prescription for each eye. But the prescriptions are so close that I use the same prescription for both eyes. That way, I only have to order one box of contacts, and I don't have to worry about putting the left contact in the right eye by mistake, and vice versa.

•The first time I went to Dr. Mebine, Marilyn said she'd give me some complimentary contacts to take home until the box she ordered came in. But she didn't have any extras of my particular prescription. So she gave me a weaker prescription. When she wasn't looking, I rolled my eyes. But I tried them anyway. They worked much better than my real prescription! I could read the speedometer with them. So I called her back and asked her if she would cancel the box she had just ordered, and order the wrong prescription instead.

A tip for you if your partner has monocular vision
•e-mail from Louie*: PS: Talking about one eye … Luke* can only see clearly from one eye, the other is a “lazy eye.” I know which one is the good eye. So, when I do something that he wouldn’t like, I stand next to his bad eye. ;)
*names changed to protect the guilty

I'm Really A Very Nice Person

© Linda Davick

Does this kind of thing ever happen to you? Does it seem to happen more as the day wears on? Does it seem to happen more during holiday season?
But I'm really a very nice person on the inside.

20,000 Words

© Linda Davick

It happened again. I'm too tired to write anything. And I didn't get any words from Luci today! So I decided to post 20 pictures. If a picture is worth 1,000 words, this post = 20,000 words.

Luci Saves The Day

I'm too tired to write, but luckily I received a magnificent e-mail message today from my pal Luci. One of my favorite parts:
You know what I feel sometimes, Linda? I feel sometimes that I'm just like Eugene Onegin. I'm not authentic, I'm just a bunch of informations that I picked up from my readings. The trick is to calm myself down when I have this kind of realization. I pat myself in the back and say, "Ssshhh .... ssshhhh ... that's okay, Luci. You may not be authentically authentic, but authentically unauthentic." Oddly enough, it does calm me down. I guess it's just another way of telling myself to accept myself as whatever I am ... whether good or bad, whether admirable or reprehensible ... that's the real me. (Luci shrugs and grins).

Googling Guaraldi

I've always loved this music. And I've always wondered who the heck Vince Guaraldi was. I googled him today, and guess what I found out! He was born in San Francisco. He graduated from Lincoln High School and then San Francisco State College.

As well as writing cartoon music for A Charlie Brown Christmas, he was asked by the reverend at San Francisco’s Grace Cathedral to write some dinner jazz. For a ceremony at the cathedral commemorating the Last Supper. It was performed live on May 21, 1965.

Then–on February 6, 1976, while waiting in a motel room between sets at a Menlo Park nightclub, he died of a heart-attack. He was 47 years old.

Our Walk This Evening

© Linda Davick

Pathétique

We had a delicious Thanksgiving dinner this afternoon. The best ever–even with no dessert. Me, I'll always opt for another beer with something crisp and salty, rather than something sweet.

When we finished eating, Tom called his brother. They had had an incredible dinner too, including cherry pie.

Larry and Barbara called us on their way to the airport to pick up their friends from Holland. Barbara had made a pie. It was cooling at home and would be ready to eat when they returned.

Just as we were leaving for a walk, my sister called. She was at my mom's, and had brought a home cooked dinner up from Atlanta in her car trunk. Including cherry pie.

After our walk, Tom said, "I'm going to Safeway. I can drop you at home first if you'd like."
"Going to Safeway! You're kidding." How many trips had we made to Safeway already today? "Why?"
"I want to buy some cherries."
"Fresh cherries?"
"No. Canned cherries. Tart."
"For a pie?"
"No. I'll just eat them out of the can."
"Tom."
"It's OK! I just want some cherries. It's a Thanksgiving thing."
"That's pathetic." (Panic rising.) "Drop me at home and I'll start on the crust."

Tangle

© Linda Davick

Who's Your Role Model?

my grandmother as a kid, Helen Mirren (from Gap Inc.)
My movie star role model is Helen Mirren (Detective Superintendent Jane Tennison) from PBS's Prime Suspect. The last episode ever was on Sunday.

My real life role model is my grandmother on my dad's side. Unlike Detective Tennison, she was relaxed. She had a greenhouse and sold plants. She was generous with her spare change, and overlooked my bad habits.
e-mail from Katy: Please tell me why Jane T (or is it Helen in the Gap ad?) is your role model. I love that show.
e-mail to Katy: Well, both Jane T and Helen in the Gap ad are my role models. I love Detective T.'s tenacity and her good instincts and her good heart, and that she acts like a man at times, but always wears nice clothing. She has sex and drinks good drinks, too.

My Baby's Back

top: my adopted child
bottom: my natural baby

On October 20, 2005, I had to take my heart of hearts–my PowerBook G4–to the repair shop. The repair guy loaned me an old iBook to use until he could figure out what was wrong with my computer.

I attempted to bring my baby home several times, but in vain. Even after two transplants (hard drive, mother board), it still was not well. Meanwhile I used the adopted iBook every day and every night.

October 2006 arrived. Then–you guessed it–November. It had been more than a year, and I felt I had to move forward. I decided to let go of my natural child. Thanksgiving was almost here. I decided to give thanks for the loaner, and to make it my own. I gathered all my favorite stickers and lovingly stuck them on the adopted iBook to show it my appreciation.

The next day I had an e-mail from the repair guy. My natural baby had totally recovered. When would I like to come get it, and bring the loaner back to him?

This morning I went to pick up my baby. I asked if I could keep the loaner over Thanksgiving weekend, just in case. It's going to be hard to let go of my iBook, because now I find I love my adopted child every bit as much as I do my natural baby.

From: Aggles
Subject: Sticker shock
Date: November 21, 2006 6:42:11 AM PST
So will you turn in the loaner w/ all the stickers or will you try to take them off? Where did you get those stickers? Did you make them? Do I hafta call the police?

Conservatory of Flowers 5K

me, Tom, and fast Emmy

To prepare for this morning's race, I carbo-loaded last night at Running With Scissors (large popcorn). When I got home, I force-fed myself a big bowl of spaghetti with tomato and basil sauce and made myself drink a Corona. My time this morning was 29 minutes and some seconds. Emmy beat me. I just don't understand that.

Notes to Myself:
-Get a new running outfit because all the photos are starting to look the same.
-Make Tom carry the camera next time.
-Download better running music ... "If Loving You Is Wrong" by Cassandra Wilson isn't peppy enough.

My Personal Relationship With Eddie

Some people say they have a personal relationship with God, and it makes me want to have one. But it's hard for me to feel intimate with somebody I have to call "God." I thought if I came up with a more personal name for God, it might make us closer. There are no other Eddie's in my life at this time, so I decided to call God "Eddie."

At first it seemed strange. I would say, "Eddie, please, please be with me and help me to think clearly before acting." When I barely escaped being hit by a car while running for the bus, I put my hand over my heart and whispered, "Thank you, Eddie, Oh thank you." Several times lately I've begged, "Eddie, as I get older, please never allow me to shuffle around the house instead of walking."

Today I was in the shower. All at once the shower curtain rod lost its grip and started sliding down the wall. As it crashed to the floor on top of the shower curtain and water went everywhere, I shouted, "OH EDDIE, please–NO!"

I know that Emmy and John, who were working outside, probably wondered.

DAVe Live In Person

me and DAVe

My favorite artist, DAVe Warnke, was at Timbuk2 this evening making art to raise money for his "Street Art" program for high school kids. Instead of the 3 "R's," he teaches the 3 "P's":

Purpose: What is the purpose of your art? Is it personal, political, or something else?

Placement: If you put your art on a trashcan or a park bench or a telephone pole, does it beautify the park bench, or does it destroy the park bench?

Permission: It's usually a good thing if you can get permission to place your art.




DAVe painting my elephant.












Dave Warnke
The Vortex Flower
Mixed media on canvas
24 x 24 inches
2005
$800
Available at HANG annex