Gods and Foolish Grandeur

Yesterday was my birthday. Happy to say I didn't really have the hideous run-up depression I usually get every year as the day approach...

Just got back from my first-of-the-season hike up in Forest Park. Beautiful. I was rather worried about how I'd fare; I haven't be...

Gigi and I went to the ballet the other night. We get in a fair amount of live performance, though dance isn't something we see very of...

I've been on a month-long leave from the day job; today was the day I was supposed to return. I took it so that I could spend a good c...

My uncle Hugh died this morning. My father was the eldest of the four boys. Hugh was the youngest; his brothers always called him "Ba...

I think I'm finally done pulling at and tweaking my presentation for this Sunday's symposium, The Figure in Contemporary Art , at th...

I'm married to a writer. I never knew writers before. And now I get to be around them a lot. I'm an artist, of course, but I'...

I'm nearing the deadline for finishing the talk that I'll be giving at the symposium at the Tacoma Art Museum on April 3rd. And, I ...

Last Tuesday. The building where we live had posted that they'd be turning off the water on Tuesday at 10:00 am to do some repairs. The...

The saying goes something like, "If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention". I agree with that absolutely. Eve...