The weirdest thing about working in a corporate office park is waiting for things to get torn down and rebuilt. We work in a liminal space. At least the birds will be okay.
#doodles: on flowers and buckets
NPR Live in Concert, I love you.
Current jam: "Carousel Ride," by Rubblebucket.
spring #doodles
Doodle themes include: jumpsuits (again), construction (still), Seattle, Adirondack chairs.
#doodles for swans and trees
The building where I work is surrounded in a sea of construction, which makes the bike ride to work a little more challenging. From my bicycle I can see the way these changes affect the local wildlife.
From bicycles to [St. Paul and the] broken bones, a week in #doodles
Today is the first day of spring. As of this week, we have some exciting new developments in the world of Play On Words. That, and I'm finally well enough to bike to work again, which makes my whole body sing.
#doodleaday: for Duddy
When a car reaches 100,000 miles, don't you expect confetti to pop out of its tires?
doodles which test my ability to draw
Eight weeks in to my doodle experiment, I realized I don't really know how to draw.
Sorry, Dad. I'll try again.
#doodleaday: nerf launch
Totally not intended as a phallic symbol, and yet:
#doodleaday: The power of Kleenex
Today's doodle: Kleenex vs. the forces of gravity. That, and I just realized today would have been my grandmother Alice's 89th birthday.
#doodles: rainbows and carnations
I biked through a rainbow this week. The days are getting longer. In my dreams I travel: to the coast, to Europe, to the moon.
#doodleaday: On lizards and ducks
Lizards, ducks, greenery abounds.
#doodleaday: Ecological romance
I suspect that the orchids on the windowsill are more than friends.
#doodleaday: On learning to evolve
I had a moment of cultural panic last night at the airport.
Blossoms of all kinds
February, you month of months, has truly started to look up. Here are some doodles from this week:
February 23: Admiring my scars.
February 24: I somehow scored a seat at the first ever #LeadOn conference for women in Silicon Valley, where the keynote was none other than Senator Hillary Clinton.
Our construction is surrounded in flits of pink.
That moment when your oatmeal boils over.
There were no doodles last week because Ryan and I were busy snorkeling, hiking, eating delicious Chinese and Hawaiian food, and enjoying time with my brother, sister-in-law and family on Oahu. Here are a few snippets:
Waimanalo, my favorite beach.
Wonderful meal with (l-r) Shelby, Josh, Keith, Ryan, Josh, Mrs. Ho, Steff, Mr. Ho)
Dinner in Waikiki--our last night.
A week in #doodles
A week in doodles. In drawing these I am tempted to spill secrets, but that's not the point here. The point is showing the quotidian; the important tiny discoveries that happen every day.
February 10 marked my 14th anniversary as a type 1 diabetic.
I took my car into the shop at lunchtime and found myself stranded in a combination pizzeria/liquor shop. Shit got weird.
Chicken salad out of chicken shit.
I love Fridays the 13th. I always have.
#doodleaday: Raven with roses
Amah would have loved the image: her great-great-grand-niece holding a bouquet of pink roses, standing in the middle of her piano room.
#doodleaday: on storms
A storm is brewing. It is the earliest, most vulnerable time of spring. Sometimes I catch narcissus hiding out behind dumpsters.
#2doodles
February is always a month of memories. Maybe it's because it's so sleepy out. I've been dreaming of Schubert and butterflies.
February 4.
February 5.
#doodleaday: breathing
People are not vaccinating their kids. [gulp] There's a storm coming. This weekend we memorialize Amah. Work is...well, it exists, so that's good. This week the main goal is to breathe.
#doodleaday: dreaming of snow
Dear Sugar tells me to "write like a motherfucker." I can't stop thinking of the snow in New York. I went running on my lunch break in shorts and a t-shirt. I am dreaming of snow.