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  • Presuming to judge another artist's ethics can be risky, but here goes…

    Presuming to judge another artist’s ethics can be risky, but here goes. Boingboing points to this blog post of Thomas Hawk, photographers’ rights activist, in which he writes on the photography of Jill Greenberg. In specific, her photos of children crying. Seems she admits that she manipulates the children into crying, doing things such as…

  • Friday video and H.o.p. says I can't act

    Here’a a video, done about about a year and a half ago, of a very disheveled, sleepy-looking six-year-old H.o.p. (I think he was six, but it may be later than that) reciting Peter and Paul which he learned on Teletubbies. I’m putting this up because I’m always losing where this video is and love it,…

  • The apartment above us doesn’t like anyone to pay rent for it or live there very long

    When you hear lots of scraping on the floor above in the middle of the night, if you live in an apartment building you may suddenly become an heir to plants left behind by neighbors who are slipping away without paying their rent. The first time we ended up with a concrete lawn bunny and…

  • H.o.p. is not a salesman, he says

    H.o.p. in a shirt with his T Rex painting on it, courtesy his store at Cafe Press. This is the pic in which he is standing still for his mom. And here he is being H.o.p. and unwittingly assuming a Shiva pose. (That’s Marty in the background fixing supper.) And here he is with his…

  • "BOO" A Comic by H.o.p., Book 1, Page 1

    The first installment of “Boo”, a comic by H.o.p., hand drawn, partly hand-inked, scanned and finished in Photoshop. Click on image to enlarge.

  • Children may like ghost stories but not the inexplicable–at least H.o.p. doesn’t

    My plans had been to write about watching “Twister” with H.o.p. earlier tonight. Insomnia without my computer programs and files isn’t a whole hell of a lot of fun. Usually, if I can’t sleep, I get up and work some then go back to bed. That not being an option the past ten days, I…

  • This Old Apartment

    A bit of congratulations are in order, for sake of bolstering. Just managed to get up the rods in the kitchen for holding pots. Kind of. And yes I know for 9/10ths of the population this would be a piece of cake but somehow I manage to always be the odd person out. First I…

  • Paul Bunyan and Bear Butte and the spiritual heart of these United States

    Looks like Tild’s back, Norweganity commenting, Just to kick things off, a contest! She doesn’t specify a prize in her post, but I know we were talking about something along the lines of a free trip to Arak, Iran, for a chance to meet Mohamed ElBaradei and maybe see a spectacular fireworks display. Which is…

  • Lengthy post on dead artists, musicians and authors. Kind of. Kind of not.

    This is a post about dead artists and writers, kind of, though it won’t seem to be at first because it’s kind of and kind of not. Walked out of one flu/cold and right into another. At least H.o.p. came down with another one, wham, and this time he felt painfully bad at the beginning.…

  • H.o.p.’s review of "The Tortoise and the Hare"

    H.o.p. has this to say about the Center for Puppetry Art’s production of “The Tortoise and the Hare”. It’s about this ship and it wrecked on an island and a bunch of animals came out of the ship, like a fox and a mouse and a tortoise and a rabbit and a crow with cheese…

  • Fury of the artist

    H.o.p. is furious at me. He believes I lost a drawing of his. I probably did. I probably threw it away. He draws ten thousand pictures a day and it’s impossible to keep them all, which he would do if he could. We haven’t the room so I sort them out occasionally and throw away…

  • H.o.p. is packing

    H.o.p. is packing. No, he hasn’t decided to run off. He wants to go on an airplane. I explained to him we aren’t going to be riding on any airplanes any time in the forseeable future. “That’s all right. I want to be prepared.” So he gets out one of his knapsacks and starts packing…