Prentice Will be Cleanin’
To “California Dreamin” by The Mamas & The Papas

All the cheese is brown,
Sheppard’s pie turned grey.
I’ll go for a walk,
Later on today.

Don’t be misinformed.
I will come save the day.
Prentice will be cleanin’,
at five fifteen, Friday!

So, please stop by the fridge,
You’ll pass along the way.
Please, grab your cream cheese and peas,
and your berry puree.

You know your pasta will grow mold,
and will be thrown away.
Prentice will be cleanin’,
at five fifteen, Friday!

Your Chinese turned brown,
and Pad Thai is grey.
I’ll go for a walk,
Later on today.

Don’t say I didn’t tell you!
Before you leave today,
Prentice will be cleanin’,
at five fifteen, Friday!

One of my best friends and fellow bloggers, Prentice Osborne has this fun thing she does where she writes what she calls a “Fridge Poem” every Friday for her office. She has to clean out the fridge at 5:15, and instead of writing a boring email to remind her coworkers to pick up their leftovers, she makes it fun by writing poems and stories! I love to chip in and do an illustration for them, but usually they’re just cute little sketches. This week, however, I went all out. So here is the illustration and the accompanying poem in their full glory!

Today I went on a quest. It was a small quest, but still an adventure. It’s like when you’re a knight and your princess asks you to go find her glass slipper she left downstairs, and you were hoping to slay some dragon. In other words, it was stupid easy, but still something I found amusing.

I digress. My goal was to drop off a UPS package that contained some books that I was returning to Amazon. Google Maps was a little sketchy on WHERE exactly I could find a UPS drop off point, so I chose the location that was the “closest” to me, and hoped it was really there (for some backstory, I’d had several issues looking for UPS Stores that no longer existed back in Atlanta).

So I set off, box in hand, spirits high, and hoping to be finished with my errand quickly. If you read my blog frequently, you may pick up on my sarcastic foreshadowing. Also, I’ve learned that nothing in San Francisco can be achieved “quickly.” (continue reading…)

>>Three pose sketches, three minutes each

>>The Tourist, Part One

>>The Tourist, Part Two

>>The Tourist, Part Three.

The point of this exercise was to draw the girl on stage, but with a twist. This wasn’t normal figure drawing… instead we were to emphasize her pose and gesture, and further characterize her. It was a difficult assignment, as I’m used to simply drawing what is in front of me.

The sequence of drawings with two characters on them were done in an interesting way. All three drawings have two different poses on them, but they were done by the same model. WHAT, no my model could NOT magically change sex mid-way through class. She did her first pose, and then quick-changed her costume on stage as she got into a second pose. The two poses interacted with one another, and were then placed on the same page to create a scene. Obviously both characters were based on a female model, but I turned the clown into a male while drawing. I also further changed up their costumes to develop the characters more. What a fun class!

Getting used to city life is definitely a learning curve. I am almost 100% unpacked, settled in, and done with the usual array of “moving drudgeries” such as forwarding my address, changing all accounts over, and signing up with a bank that actually exists on the west coast. Shame on you, Suntrust– you’ve failed me so.

Being set up to function is great, but I still have another task in front of me: city-living. First, I’ll note that I haven’t really done much city exploring, living, driving, visiting, etc. Most of my life has been comprised of the suburbs, having a car, and living in a sprawling apartment. I’ve avoided city driving like the plague, and just haven’t visited big cities like I should have by this point. My life has been turned on its head with this move, and finding a new groove is probably going to be a bit more like waking up and discovering that I’ve grown a third arm.

(continue reading…)