tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85186277328567315512024-03-21T20:18:49.271-04:00missG sketchesI am an only child and need way more attention than I get so I started this blog. Basically it is my sketches with some snarky comments or anecdotes. I am no artist, having never been to art school, but I like to draw. Feel free to post your comments about my artwork, but be warned that the 5 generations of Bklyn that made me lend to some pretty spicy fights.Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-4917604798945893092011-11-16T13:16:00.002-05:002011-11-16T13:21:50.381-05:00<div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://youtu.be/pbOW7CnMpbo"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8HxDahNrWGQGeOfJZJBNA0JsxdcezFDz_-lwlvWVRaucgMU5NQZxq47EHZHGg0PXj3fQW7YmVBeC_LaNcVWpkyneIlrU8onxgBhyphenhyphenqBvjEhyphenhyphen6B60SCtdHS-r4dIDIfduHOGM2GIFdRHR0/s320/slide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675659422014543922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I took my kids to the playground and decided to draw this... Then a song came into my head... </span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pbOW7CnMpbo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"></iframe></p>Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-50437370376669863582011-11-10T19:24:00.004-05:002011-11-10T19:30:12.028-05:00A good friend is thinking of opening a coffee house that offers indigenous products like chocolate. I did these sketches for her logo... If you can't tell, a pile of coffee beans and a cacao pod...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQV1VuQFsrZPKatcGOb4GxdAbUuktgjeL8zH7uY02Ooj8c8afcrwdoojeCVNwk3YZiWjLLrREyGFFHQEz_WPW7gzCDqzKIIwVZkZoWFRmrgdlJypEnz_efp-7jNkkp9Mg67jgoni1REXu4/s1600/coffee+beans.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQV1VuQFsrZPKatcGOb4GxdAbUuktgjeL8zH7uY02Ooj8c8afcrwdoojeCVNwk3YZiWjLLrREyGFFHQEz_WPW7gzCDqzKIIwVZkZoWFRmrgdlJypEnz_efp-7jNkkp9Mg67jgoni1REXu4/s320/coffee+beans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673528198261538466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmXdijf7wJxFj6KaA3zkM4nWu3rbybU-F4rpq8AxR52arq_CZ6AWiHQdK8yCHicYa9tnF5xhHLZhmSyti3gbMGJ6S0qByjALy1ZqQkrGWwsifmpCB9LK6t0d9gchbpc_5dOmYD5Z8hsoX/s1600/cocao+pod.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmXdijf7wJxFj6KaA3zkM4nWu3rbybU-F4rpq8AxR52arq_CZ6AWiHQdK8yCHicYa9tnF5xhHLZhmSyti3gbMGJ6S0qByjALy1ZqQkrGWwsifmpCB9LK6t0d9gchbpc_5dOmYD5Z8hsoX/s320/cocao+pod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673528067928496386" border="0" /></a><br />A friend who owns a wine shop just turned 45. His name starts with a B... Now he has his very own wine! Might not be the most original idea but at least it's not a bottle of pink champagne...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTVh8atwATYl8FdXmt0heuf3uNUkXI2xs_txcS6yNII6E-cEoMH5bU6YWBzh-HTul1VMHczXkhv2NMPUzU4ZOC8Ete-1PDtgPf0zIXtOEEkzij27lfqg64dl8iaTCG1XzwAeTfG9mxqU2/s1600/wine+bottle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvTVh8atwATYl8FdXmt0heuf3uNUkXI2xs_txcS6yNII6E-cEoMH5bU6YWBzh-HTul1VMHczXkhv2NMPUzU4ZOC8Ete-1PDtgPf0zIXtOEEkzij27lfqg64dl8iaTCG1XzwAeTfG9mxqU2/s320/wine+bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673527788787947602" border="0" /></a>Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-34992222700761158742011-10-06T13:34:00.003-04:002011-10-06T14:10:58.852-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFky76fZhJwqAOOKFfZH0x44Bwe0VmlRS5aNXvD-b1y1PeGU_rtyYmCiuI_oaHvbAwnd2pQyJIBdqY8URMNrqp_afsDz4Gt6a4kRDn-SBZpzScsI_QMf8qdLNoJWGHjzEdcLpyLkeaqmck/s1600/0911+block+party+audra+burst.jpg"><br /></a><br />It's been a looooooong time! So sorry. But much has happened. I am closing my store of 4.5 years and ready to get a real job.<br /><br />I've decided to simply post a slew of sketches I've done without official blog posts. I hope you enjoy... Oh, and if you hear of any jobs let me know. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoeoyojmJSQqC1Er0axkuF-exjEDR6aL_o9CicPR6uFLu2lfre-NicIodE5WK_uofqivpAeLF1LNgo74iD5KFLKFI8YUuDJkH1vBqDEXG-MSsaYotgiUY3nB74gP8UkZaUp3Ic-p5Teif/s1600/block+party+burst.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHoeoyojmJSQqC1Er0axkuF-exjEDR6aL_o9CicPR6uFLu2lfre-NicIodE5WK_uofqivpAeLF1LNgo74iD5KFLKFI8YUuDJkH1vBqDEXG-MSsaYotgiUY3nB74gP8UkZaUp3Ic-p5Teif/s320/block+party+burst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660435132659164866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfA01njz7wIYKc2lplB4jOtv3lb6qGFx2UEq9T4vI3Rkm9mRwRvpJ_9HK7E2C4uc0pWbuRGo7SLqc9jo6XFWcXy7vVbr9f80TLyp5eppo8utzc8oJhtyHSfPOxc4YwvdtL9MsJd7zQsEmQ/s1600/cinco+de+mama+replace.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfA01njz7wIYKc2lplB4jOtv3lb6qGFx2UEq9T4vI3Rkm9mRwRvpJ_9HK7E2C4uc0pWbuRGo7SLqc9jo6XFWcXy7vVbr9f80TLyp5eppo8utzc8oJhtyHSfPOxc4YwvdtL9MsJd7zQsEmQ/s320/cinco+de+mama+replace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660435127753674930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOkczM8MzDpXfkvuvRNNfNGTWjzeCW9Ao6MOFnF6d-9eUPtBzihBdeSXdxhRi6y-08FiLf-sUbbzCYyPoRnqtDfTw1uq5maC7hlaiSGkLWh6bEq8XG_WXSqtmS53Vh1-8nqu-FgDQblvN/s1600/whale.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeOkczM8MzDpXfkvuvRNNfNGTWjzeCW9Ao6MOFnF6d-9eUPtBzihBdeSXdxhRi6y-08FiLf-sUbbzCYyPoRnqtDfTw1uq5maC7hlaiSGkLWh6bEq8XG_WXSqtmS53Vh1-8nqu-FgDQblvN/s320/whale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660435123508566594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMH6dOKYa96FXWRwDa-jvoqrV7e_XT8ex7ow0818fz_uPVQonTa4OPU9L0o0xVAuipoW9Rn1raEva__UpjMRl6elmQVGBMsYHq_iARCXHiEgysTRQyf7jEZ-aU6dUurlKHC5PCOwOFSJBn/s1600/0911+block+party+DJs.jpg"><br /></a>Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-15584767522836099432010-02-03T14:21:00.008-05:002010-02-03T19:53:33.128-05:00bowl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBoOEMmzBgkGZT1sPSevLoz4EY-sAF1E8L7E9vmQNATKULFKt4UcqLeiIFRfSvjGbmmWe0Ue3T7698I9szjn9D2-JkRW20rJtYqqe4NH-uH1bRRpp3aHVNIJF3fypyA4585dhXuQdTJYC/s1600-h/020310bowl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWBoOEMmzBgkGZT1sPSevLoz4EY-sAF1E8L7E9vmQNATKULFKt4UcqLeiIFRfSvjGbmmWe0Ue3T7698I9szjn9D2-JkRW20rJtYqqe4NH-uH1bRRpp3aHVNIJF3fypyA4585dhXuQdTJYC/s320/020310bowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434099729714859154" border="0" /></a>I suck!!! Seriously... My boyfriend and I went to a 40th birthday party at <a href="http://www.brooklynbowl.com/">Brooklyn Bowl</a> last weekend (I bet you thought this was headed in an entirely different direction). We showed up fashionably late (well maybe a little more than fashionably) and had to make up for lost time so we had to bowl about 6 sets in a row. Well I didn't hit one pin!!! I had more success with the sketch I drew at the kids birthday party I was at earlier that day (also at Brooklyn Bowl)... That's right... Two parties at the same place, on the same day with very different vibes...<br /><br />After the bowling embarrassment we hung around and watched the burlesque show that was happening... It was...okay... At least it was more fun than a Real Estate seminar... But the real fun started when we visited my cousin at the bagel shop she works at. We hung out till 4am and ended the night laughing with a mouth full of poppy seeds! It was a perfect night in Brooklyn...Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-52687090755240449132009-11-17T22:30:00.002-05:002009-11-17T22:45:24.056-05:00SITdown<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFKIto1zNijPcSY4UJkQzO_lFapvzMxc7-ncueDPFmkni11OOcsscuaydYrNyswikYrC3lcZVXXHyPqlDDpHVYaVzePbA8rW920XrSjMYp2HGyJwDS4nLlmUF9hXzXDadHvAD7Oq4a9ZK/s1600-h/sit+down.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFKIto1zNijPcSY4UJkQzO_lFapvzMxc7-ncueDPFmkni11OOcsscuaydYrNyswikYrC3lcZVXXHyPqlDDpHVYaVzePbA8rW920XrSjMYp2HGyJwDS4nLlmUF9hXzXDadHvAD7Oq4a9ZK/s320/sit+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402216732083214802" border="0" /></a>I need someone to scream this at me sometimes. My ex-husband used to say that I have 2 speeds; fast and sleeping. Of all the crap he said, he was right on about that one and damn it, I need to SIT MY ASS DOWN. The subway is as good a place as any...Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-41144470848521651422009-11-15T15:47:00.000-05:002009-11-16T01:38:55.218-05:00light<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHBJIy0ZDmZgzuXaU7YzNdW1_GZgxgSzLInwUe4fhmFZAPOd4dqYzZDMRDUjZ90Lm43NCO88i74fP8Hm1q8HBUkLrGNdcW8A9MFrPi09OYIaWuTRaIpKvWq7q0x2ueASxCh2Rbd6SpszE/s1600-h/light.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHBJIy0ZDmZgzuXaU7YzNdW1_GZgxgSzLInwUe4fhmFZAPOd4dqYzZDMRDUjZ90Lm43NCO88i74fP8Hm1q8HBUkLrGNdcW8A9MFrPi09OYIaWuTRaIpKvWq7q0x2ueASxCh2Rbd6SpszE/s320/light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381412112784836706" border="0" /></a>I was sitting at the <a href="http://www.tealoungeny.com/" target="_blank">Tea Lounge</a> in Park Slope one day, like a good yuppie, and noticed how nicely the bad lighting hides all the grossness of that place. I'm not saying the food is bad or that the coffee sucks, but it sure isn't the cleanest place. It does, however, have some cool lamps like this one. It was nice to sketch, which made my stay on the stained couch easier to deal with.Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-72084232051943241772009-10-25T15:46:00.000-04:002009-10-25T22:59:50.301-04:00forest fire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AZU9H7iaFY6jS3X_u5CyDSMBXdraPgOs5qyaVkm_8StQtDbfmwdqiqvwneANZVcqgkclxTHoFSIH76WvGRmZ-2exenPFomhUwhgrCjt8n1wwZjkjVuTF-Z9RRfAWOZ0tBRAxSmFuJ7DW/s1600-h/forest+fire.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-AZU9H7iaFY6jS3X_u5CyDSMBXdraPgOs5qyaVkm_8StQtDbfmwdqiqvwneANZVcqgkclxTHoFSIH76WvGRmZ-2exenPFomhUwhgrCjt8n1wwZjkjVuTF-Z9RRfAWOZ0tBRAxSmFuJ7DW/s320/forest+fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381411980422012306" border="0" /></a>So I was walking around Prospect Park this summer and stumbled upon this fire hydrant (or johnny pump as we say in old school bklyn). It was along one of the trails. Of course the first thing to come to my mind was the Dead Kennedys song Forest Fire. So Here is a little clip of the song just for your enjoyment. Don't get any ideas though...<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2dB7fAkMg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A2dB7fAkMg&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-21284997554163449642009-10-09T13:30:00.001-04:002009-10-09T23:48:05.776-04:00ENERGY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JPL6s_-C7hy7kKzGyfq8wpHBtpQt9tXjJt92CkE5uW89z6Q2sKIv0NEq-xrvkn8F5Ts7xfwn4cbr9TXm2vFd0Ec-2s_vbk-ndn-LHNqkdN6Kc4NKsmjHPbHmvMs21_w3ji1iVmKq74rT/s1600-h/energy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1JPL6s_-C7hy7kKzGyfq8wpHBtpQt9tXjJt92CkE5uW89z6Q2sKIv0NEq-xrvkn8F5Ts7xfwn4cbr9TXm2vFd0Ec-2s_vbk-ndn-LHNqkdN6Kc4NKsmjHPbHmvMs21_w3ji1iVmKq74rT/s320/energy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381411468094534178" border="0" /></a>I never drank coffee until I had kids and now I don't know how I would handle life without it. Actually I've recently become addicted to chai, the super sweet kind in a box. How comforting it is when I feel my heart rate go up a few notches and I start to talk super fast. Actually right now I am typing this like a speed demon because I just had a big ole' cup of it. Will I ever be able to end my addiction? Will I ever be able to function without it? Should I care?Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-19495471311535582542009-10-03T15:42:00.000-04:002009-10-04T10:30:29.664-04:00drink me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYzdJ7Sl9DFYJsBt5W0Z3kyAtDGqwcOBLFIW5cMQOAzTPNoLLSML_e5TlyOjGF0zyZ64q7M5SR1DgdClC38ptUyTOUPeU_pBft9mxLEuj3AP7GqMMPTk4u5M0ZnKAJmy7WhexXvahDh_x/s1600-h/drink+me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYzdJ7Sl9DFYJsBt5W0Z3kyAtDGqwcOBLFIW5cMQOAzTPNoLLSML_e5TlyOjGF0zyZ64q7M5SR1DgdClC38ptUyTOUPeU_pBft9mxLEuj3AP7GqMMPTk4u5M0ZnKAJmy7WhexXvahDh_x/s320/drink+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381410926086749634" border="0" /></a>My family is the ultimate in reusing things. This jug was brought to my aunt's house about 10 years ago from my father. He said he loved this apple juice and wanted everyone to try it. Not only that, check out the bottle it comes in? My dad was really in love with the Martinelli apple juice bottles and now his sister was falling for them too. Well she fell hard because she kept the damn bottle for 10 years! I have to admit, I love them too. They are simple and really do make you think of an apple with the leaves at the top. The lemon/lime-aid my aunt made was pretty damn good too. My father, a true granola wanna-be hippie, would have loved the reuse this bottle has gotten and the would have enjoyed the sweet juice that had a few sprigs of mint to spice it up. You go Aunt Joy!Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-28908607856191246972009-09-21T17:22:00.001-04:002009-09-23T12:49:45.977-04:00lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4M39ZJSB_OIx6wOXw-qJX3Up5aNNFrt5b6XNsTh0BJP3a-hDfws5fszXiMsSiyjm5S0BRWyY3sf9pniEQl7FQg0Ghq7eRs6eQmFXCXKSOCILuJp0qFaWg0bVuyRnRu0QGIwXXXqOOK-zC/s1600-h/lake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4M39ZJSB_OIx6wOXw-qJX3Up5aNNFrt5b6XNsTh0BJP3a-hDfws5fszXiMsSiyjm5S0BRWyY3sf9pniEQl7FQg0Ghq7eRs6eQmFXCXKSOCILuJp0qFaWg0bVuyRnRu0QGIwXXXqOOK-zC/s320/lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384034527407275122" border="0" /></a><br />More Smallwood fun! Can you tell I like the Catskills? Although this looks more like the Hamptons with the madras pattern on the word lake...Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-70557124128725485092009-09-20T15:39:00.000-04:002009-09-21T00:28:36.795-04:00trail<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplkl82DsV3I6oMGMviPy4cfdfpi8JRbElvBYlwMes6nuBc_VDOiSvK2LBqEX6vqUmDXGiEtCIGSPC9tsOjc_wElQA1VohOR3NYWfwaVA9Q2kHbsqyWAHKTh16pQEkVP3emT9yjqcDMcbq/s1600-h/trail.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplkl82DsV3I6oMGMviPy4cfdfpi8JRbElvBYlwMes6nuBc_VDOiSvK2LBqEX6vqUmDXGiEtCIGSPC9tsOjc_wElQA1VohOR3NYWfwaVA9Q2kHbsqyWAHKTh16pQEkVP3emT9yjqcDMcbq/s320/trail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381410320358152066" border="0" /></a>I really didn't like this when I first penned it in. I thought I went too heavy on the 'trail', but I realize that the trail I was drawing was actually that heavy. It was a black tar trail on the edge of Atlantic Higlands, NJ, along the water. The sky was blue and yellow and the willow swayed in the wind. As I look at it now I see that I did capture some bit of the essence of that man-made trail. As beautiful as the view from the trail is, the actual road is just that... A road... BORING! And you know what??? My word 'trail' is kind of boring too... I guess I did an okay job after all...Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-68502244768427869302009-09-14T15:37:00.005-04:002009-09-17T10:52:56.070-04:00smallwood<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqYmXRB8X3vfIjjP6bLqMkSwL0k6hkVrZ4bSnLOh4xQUwSXiMXNFQfpYvRJl6qpFDY-jkwvfaplpOde27KGJyYEjt9VLLxMDX2-zWugIaysLlDsq37gufAfIQ6eZyAC8Y5ALaTAkWxv125/s1600-h/smallwood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqYmXRB8X3vfIjjP6bLqMkSwL0k6hkVrZ4bSnLOh4xQUwSXiMXNFQfpYvRJl6qpFDY-jkwvfaplpOde27KGJyYEjt9VLLxMDX2-zWugIaysLlDsq37gufAfIQ6eZyAC8Y5ALaTAkWxv125/s320/smallwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381409928322534722" border="0" /></a>So I'm reliving the good times of my summer through these sketches. I was lounging on the beach of Smallwood Lake in the Catskills, looking across the lake at this log cabin. I have to say that I love me a log cabin. It was fun to draw this because of all the textures. Some people really like my more architectural stuff. This is for you guys. Enjoy!Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-21083614167979711822009-09-14T15:22:00.004-04:002009-09-14T15:31:11.995-04:003 wheels<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ZTuuMX2HrffXXpJpsO3Gbu6nI0NCYBVUrHG0vKUdzBcyQTki37MKxNzs3kYuJCJmIRYsvJS9VSTtfXFzt3P-xOQ6CtnAlxv0w8U8TEtMBV63ZYIETQEpIUP9owLbwkIvpoKzd2O2Wd5h/s1600-h/3+wheels.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ZTuuMX2HrffXXpJpsO3Gbu6nI0NCYBVUrHG0vKUdzBcyQTki37MKxNzs3kYuJCJmIRYsvJS9VSTtfXFzt3P-xOQ6CtnAlxv0w8U8TEtMBV63ZYIETQEpIUP9owLbwkIvpoKzd2O2Wd5h/s320/3+wheels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381405889730198962" border="0" /></a>I drew this at my mother's house and she said, "It's nice, but the proportions are all wrong." And you wonder why I didn't draw when I was a kid? Never-the-less, I like this sketch and isn't that what really matters for something that comes from your heart?Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-29476295870948520732009-09-14T15:07:00.000-04:002009-09-14T15:54:20.226-04:00fridge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvcGhvvabiT38worJNgkrLW9Gjp7O1MnN5KITCBYx36wj9k-9UvhBUpwppWnQgcpYTDknREt8YRkus3Q_DIL5uxDG7Y6FDjsklQo2YWUfy3wtasVf5IU3Gs-zj9CBnEuFKYPR-RDxP2Tq/s1600-h/fridge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvcGhvvabiT38worJNgkrLW9Gjp7O1MnN5KITCBYx36wj9k-9UvhBUpwppWnQgcpYTDknREt8YRkus3Q_DIL5uxDG7Y6FDjsklQo2YWUfy3wtasVf5IU3Gs-zj9CBnEuFKYPR-RDxP2Tq/s320/fridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381409500249394562" border="0" /></a>I spent a bunch of time with my mom this summer. One place was their cabin in the Catskills (a sketch of that is coming soon). It has the best vintage fridge and I had to draw it. Although this is not the most elaborate of things, the art deco shapes are irresistible. Check out the handle. It is so sturdy and make a big click when you open it. How could you not love that?Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-54303462235346791302009-06-03T15:48:00.008-04:002009-09-01T00:00:45.996-04:00Thirst<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0iBWegZrAom2gNczirV-NhgiIQHA_3WNQH4B2hKhlqDmJSWXQoyvV5g7M2XFjbWy78-XiXQSlwquNe-8U4Td1jaCpUfjBPZ3xKhlqiM3Z46U3BKsumHYGrBjhEml9j1T9dsObo0P-23Lk/s1600-h/060309thirst.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0iBWegZrAom2gNczirV-NhgiIQHA_3WNQH4B2hKhlqDmJSWXQoyvV5g7M2XFjbWy78-XiXQSlwquNe-8U4Td1jaCpUfjBPZ3xKhlqiM3Z46U3BKsumHYGrBjhEml9j1T9dsObo0P-23Lk/s320/060309thirst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343190668110772210" border="0" /></a>So I was sitting in the waiting room at the doctors office and I was so bored and so thirsty. Then I saw it... The water fountain! The perfect thing to draw. I can't really say I like this sketch too much, but it did help the time go by. Now if only I have enough pee for that damn cup.....Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-67746502163694680412009-06-03T15:48:00.006-04:002009-08-28T13:23:46.877-04:00Sugar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonlFLftB1N1h6sUSvS2o5fBYEqyoUIxOUrOhsi0zIe1-sQKH_QU8vnlfupq6tKSZCHn-VuhT-dTldco9JWElx5BibTxACW9eRXr1tjkpPdYXJtP0xwkmOmwOx004XdksEfODDyhndY2gc/s1600-h/060309sugar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhonlFLftB1N1h6sUSvS2o5fBYEqyoUIxOUrOhsi0zIe1-sQKH_QU8vnlfupq6tKSZCHn-VuhT-dTldco9JWElx5BibTxACW9eRXr1tjkpPdYXJtP0xwkmOmwOx004XdksEfODDyhndY2gc/s320/060309sugar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343190563667322930" border="0" /></a>I drew this one day when I was at the famous <a href="http://tomsrestaurant.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Tom's Restaurant</a>. If you haven't been there I suggest you do. But don't go on Sunday because they are closed.<br /><br />I used to have a serious sugar addiction. I'm talking hiding boxes of brown sugar under my bed. It was gross! Now I barely eat sugar, but when I do I can seriously go off. I ate a pint of ice cream the other night in about 5 minutes. I don't know what it is, but when that sweetness hits my tongue I can't slow down. I need to stop talking about this because I'm ready to close the store so I can get a Twix bar...Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-8488938195547858902009-06-03T15:47:00.001-04:002009-08-25T16:14:12.803-04:00fan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOHt8f7FTtmiGgZ6Xe11YznUkhjqQ3vz4MQuTzfZGq-vnGoqjk2aILSmSbAUEBF3Y7Yl7Sfp4IsQLHj7OZZRy2QE73NbpF68on_rA2g9ElWMu-q6iWISSuWJ1oiEiq-tOz-PZUZxSM0NV/s1600-h/060309fan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOHt8f7FTtmiGgZ6Xe11YznUkhjqQ3vz4MQuTzfZGq-vnGoqjk2aILSmSbAUEBF3Y7Yl7Sfp4IsQLHj7OZZRy2QE73NbpF68on_rA2g9ElWMu-q6iWISSuWJ1oiEiq-tOz-PZUZxSM0NV/s320/060309fan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343190463517029106" border="0" /></a>Everyone needs a fan. This is my mother's. It sucks....Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-46092655446498726892009-06-03T15:46:00.001-04:002009-08-25T16:13:29.083-04:00Atlantic Highlands NJ<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZDBrvw4YgeTLYPHQK3pr4mG7yWgRwIRWfDr3f0NxacMi-7YNTqs7KYO-G6pGrqWqgPCe6QMVJDpldxUXS6XZoQbQJNHxOMQDfSxIVJ9-P74oHmVXaEQp_9fehpC8UnfzR7eX1_Xzw8Vd/s1600-h/060309atlantichlndNJ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZDBrvw4YgeTLYPHQK3pr4mG7yWgRwIRWfDr3f0NxacMi-7YNTqs7KYO-G6pGrqWqgPCe6QMVJDpldxUXS6XZoQbQJNHxOMQDfSxIVJ9-P74oHmVXaEQp_9fehpC8UnfzR7eX1_Xzw8Vd/s320/060309atlantichlndNJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343190332817373042" border="0" /></a>Since I have no time to update and think of funny things I will just post a bunch of my recent sketches. I hope you enjoy and don't get too mad at me.<br /><br />This is a super cool house in Atlantic Highlands, NJ. I wasn't sure if the 'Atlantic Highlands, NJ' at the top of the sketch gave it away.Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-49709525468639085812009-05-21T16:43:00.003-04:002009-05-26T23:55:06.118-04:00OUTSiDE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMkU3CN3kdGv1JRM-iYNICpdCg5k782iqydMZwVl_8L4spHDHOJt8H2PYZ5X6wjbbpK4suEhPmr_I2-IGtz3Cqdfo4BphueuGYb_Ntn7kJ1XFMi2k1uTRBRKEIMv5xO1SwddljOMr_ulAj/s1600-h/042209_outside.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMkU3CN3kdGv1JRM-iYNICpdCg5k782iqydMZwVl_8L4spHDHOJt8H2PYZ5X6wjbbpK4suEhPmr_I2-IGtz3Cqdfo4BphueuGYb_Ntn7kJ1XFMi2k1uTRBRKEIMv5xO1SwddljOMr_ulAj/s320/042209_outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327619396145348034" border="0" /></a>I love being outside! I've always had a problem with this. It's probably one of the reasons I got kicked out of 8th grade, I just didn't want to be inside. I think I played <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hookie">hookie</a> more days that I actually showed up. But enough of my rough neck youth, let's talk about sunshine and how it makes people smile!<br /><br />I worked an event at <a href="http://www.cafehabana.com/">Habana Outpost</a> when I sketched this umbrella. I can't deny that I really think that place is cool. But I always think about that part of me left over from my younger days that says anything cool really sucks. I almost tried to force myself to think it sucked, but I just can't. I invite everyone I know there and I will support them in any way I can. Good job you cool ass, open-air, funky eaterie with a truck parked smack dab in the middle. I love it!<br /><br />My other favorite part of being outside in the sun is getting brown. Now there are some people that feel simply because I am a little <a href="http://www.thefitmap.co.uk/beauty/cosmetics/skin/olive.htm">olive in complexion</a> I don't have all of those skin problems that uber white folks have. GET OVER IT! I burn like a mutha (see, I'm trying not to curse after the comment by anonymous)! Pass me the spf 50 and, lucky for me, I'll still get some color but I wont burn.<br /><br />Now get your ass outside and enjoy the sun already!Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-89162893309056162412009-05-11T16:42:00.000-04:002009-05-13T22:00:24.834-04:00CLEAN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5q3PCq-LrHoRMsN1OrBsnVE17rg2DPm93ijIaToN1Glo_WzgLO7-zMvCZYPVZYaozpnbma16SdHQVrSUwt1KpNyiaU1XM6EvNU8WJ23HuVIootr4SQy6p-Ngm2u8AAeJUlNO04_zrZM_q/s1600-h/042209_clean.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5q3PCq-LrHoRMsN1OrBsnVE17rg2DPm93ijIaToN1Glo_WzgLO7-zMvCZYPVZYaozpnbma16SdHQVrSUwt1KpNyiaU1XM6EvNU8WJ23HuVIootr4SQy6p-Ngm2u8AAeJUlNO04_zrZM_q/s320/042209_clean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327619171645641794" border="0" /></a>I'm constantly on the search for quarters. Sometimes I feel like a junkie going to the <a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bodega">bodega</a> across the street from my apartment begging for a dollar or two worth of quarters. My hand starts shaking as I put my bills on the counter asking for the beloved silver round objects that complete me. I feel obliged to buy some shitty candy that I, of course, eat it in a second. If my kids are with me I have to hold off on the candy and get something on the healthy side, which sucks because you know I just want a <a href="http://www.wastedspacez.com/wastedideaz/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/100grandbars.jpg">100 Grand Bar</a> or a bag of <a href="http://www.mokers.org/blog/images/2008/08/food/800px-Swedish_Fish.jpeg">Swedish Fish</a>. But there I go with a bizarre shaped bag of peanuts and rains just so my kids don't OD on sugar. And believe me they can.<br /><br />My other gripe with doing laundry is separating clothes. I've decided to just fuck it and throw it all into one machine on cold! I save so much money that way. Put all the dirty clothes into the oversize machine and pay less than using 2 small ones.<br /><br />But what about detergent? My ex had such sensitive skin I had to make sure to only use completely granola, <a href="http://www.drbronner.com/DBMS/SSLI16/SalSudsLiquidCleaner.htm">all natural products</a>. After we split up he came by to pick up the kids with red blotches all over and I knew immediately that he was using the wrong detergent. How pathetic is that???Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-5579855556053041972009-04-28T16:42:00.002-04:002009-04-30T20:13:34.189-04:00bread<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW-wtKDsqGYVYeoc04uk7yc6lWUH8441DhAOOHgX2Cgj_yKZSVbMzr3q8GN4jkcNyWk4N3rJs1e7tFA19wwrPZzxZw2MLX2eW2akCI0AQYwOjiUywp6ZxZ2Kr8Qoxti5rYMHBpuPROOJt/s1600-h/042209_bread.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRW-wtKDsqGYVYeoc04uk7yc6lWUH8441DhAOOHgX2Cgj_yKZSVbMzr3q8GN4jkcNyWk4N3rJs1e7tFA19wwrPZzxZw2MLX2eW2akCI0AQYwOjiUywp6ZxZ2Kr8Qoxti5rYMHBpuPROOJt/s320/042209_bread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327618968455915154" border="0" /></a>Fucking bread! It tastes so good, they <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFa5E8q-940" target="_blank">sound so groovy</a> and we need it so damn much! The <a href="http://www.southbeachdiet.com/sbd/publicsite/funnel/v2/index2.aspx?promo=CC4F20FD-1510-48E2-8BBA-C3A19FA3F2A8&np=1&18=tv2009_30s&cid=TC%7C6125%7Csouth%20beach%20diet%7C%7CS%7C%7C3250987255&gclid=COy25dvqmZoCFQOcFQodCwXd8g" target="_blank">South Beach diet</a> made a mockery of this amazing starchy delight. Well I'm fighting for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">carbs</span>! For Easter I decided to make a traditional Easter bread with eggs and all. Boy was it good! Even though my stomach popped out like I was 4 months pregnant from all the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bready</span> goodness, I still loved it.<br /><br />After rubbing my <a href="http://www.aboutbuddha.org/" target="_blank">Buddha</a> belly I thought it was time to take it down a notch and listen to the extremely sappy sounds of the 70s wonder band, Bread. Their depressing lyrics and melancholy music will make you want to slit your wrists. And boy do I want to slit my wrists right now. I feel like I've fallen in love with some girl and I will never see her again. I don't even like girls, but this one really got me... Actually when my cousin died her husband played <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1pfTfMoR8sg" target="_blank">Everything I Own</a> at the wake. What could could tear your heart out more than that? I'm crying right now just thinking about it...<br /><br />But let's move on before I go to that place (I know you know what I'm talking about) and think about my favorite use of bread. The slang use. You know you need it, and you need it badly, if you are asking for <a href="http://onlineslangdictionary.com/definition+of/bread" target="_blank">bread</a>. Does anyone actually say that anymore? I think I am going to bring back a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">renaissance</span> of the use of bread for money! Join me... "Hey man, you got any bread? I got a bit of yeast problem."Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-28335519190284973742009-04-19T20:42:00.000-04:002009-04-19T20:43:15.042-04:00silent movie<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefh-7Gj3MBNpFxSOQOS-XTcX_rlhuouqbhZkxbnUbsUYPG8F4Vv2cdVIIoXGzeEFGWHXExNW4pVTyqMMWqOVd7y0VyjCQPcGMd2CQgmk6TOt5veEqQOXgJJgZn0PP6mBkSs03_R02RslO/s1600-h/041009_viewer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhefh-7Gj3MBNpFxSOQOS-XTcX_rlhuouqbhZkxbnUbsUYPG8F4Vv2cdVIIoXGzeEFGWHXExNW4pVTyqMMWqOVd7y0VyjCQPcGMd2CQgmk6TOt5veEqQOXgJJgZn0PP6mBkSs03_R02RslO/s320/041009_viewer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323513311745782034" border="0" /></a><br />You know by now that I have this ongoing love affair with vintage toys from the 60s + 70s. Here is one of my absolute favorites; the Fisher-Price Movie Viewer. The best part is that there is no sound. The movies can be seen at any speed you want depending on how fast or slow you wind the crank (on the other side) which makes them doubly entertaining and pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tripy</span>.<br /><br />I have to say, this is my my favorite sketch as of late. It looks like a still from <a href="http://fredvidal.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/barbarella.jpg">Barbarella</a> or some kind of <a href="http://cache.io9.com/assets/resources/2008/03/rayguns.jpg">ray gun toy,</a> which is destined to be my next obsession. Those 1950s tin toys are so sweet. My mother used to collect them. I remember talking to my mother about my vintage toy collection and she just couldn't understand how toys from the 70s could be considered vintage. Shit, toys from the 80s are vintage! I'm sure my kids will be talking about the classics from the year 2000 when they are in their 30s and I'm going to look at them like they are crazy too.Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-13438090573796789382009-04-15T14:41:00.000-04:002009-04-16T11:13:32.357-04:00FUNK<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOdl7qMAT_MUNoxl5UnaQpUzdQy7Jzm6qSwvko6-d0of71BDnx7uWWFa2KDxsGKHLVo0nvghT3-kl2hxPpmgZooRbp-xBblHsThj5H-nwVbsBoZ8d74ixV9264I0568_PvtoDOAVRqkna/s1600-h/040509funk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOdl7qMAT_MUNoxl5UnaQpUzdQy7Jzm6qSwvko6-d0of71BDnx7uWWFa2KDxsGKHLVo0nvghT3-kl2hxPpmgZooRbp-xBblHsThj5H-nwVbsBoZ8d74ixV9264I0568_PvtoDOAVRqkna/s320/040509funk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321279489587688002" border="0" /></a>A few weeks ago I wrote about Mirrors on Grand and the awesome funk band that plays there once a month. L.I.G. has been around for years. I drew this picture of the guitar players left handed guitar. Not sure I got it right, but I tried my best. I interviewed Durand, the guitar player, to get a little more info about this amazing band that is way under the radar. Here is the interview:<br /> <p>What does L.I.G. stand for?<br /> Love is God.....(Not Dogmatic by any means...lol)<br /><br />What instrument do you play?<br /> Guitar<br /><br />How long have you been a member of the band?<br /> 2 years...if you count my oblivious hiatus.<br /><br />How long has the band been in existence?<br /> Don't know.<br /><br />What is your most memorable gig?<br /> I forgot....I know I had a good time though.<br /><br />What is your favorite place to play?<br /> Mirrors on Grand!!!!<br /><br />What is your favorite music to play?<br /> Jam Band music.<br /><br />Do you play original music?<br /> Not yet.<br /><br />Who is the oldest member of L.I.G.?<br /> Santa.<br /><br />Can you think of anything else I might want to know about your band?<br /> L.I.G. is a group of neighborhood music lovers with some talent....The unique thing is the authenticity in grove. It comes from the love of music...While we play covers..they are the ones the last time they were heard you were probably a child..giving it a nostalgic quality. We often get..."Wow...I haven't heard that in a long time!" We're always learning new material which moves us away from the same ol' same ol'.</p> <p style="font-weight: bold;">L.I.G's next appearance is at Mirrors on the Grand in Brooklyn....April 25th. 5ish. Check them out!</p>Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-48064450242138257982009-04-14T18:54:00.004-04:002009-04-14T19:16:55.663-04:005 pointz UPDATE!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbzMFxe4UtdbYbhgtcYMweZc4F2eAH5JqGQ8KP1ZJ_su7l6CURJ33PVVzIcb-gkGcds2m56k5TiNl-6fDEBqPTFO_0Sq011GQDLkHj8qD5SzkHtJLrcGa-xAqcrZY-6rQwnI3w6qME66S/s1600-h/DSC02439.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXbzMFxe4UtdbYbhgtcYMweZc4F2eAH5JqGQ8KP1ZJ_su7l6CURJ33PVVzIcb-gkGcds2m56k5TiNl-6fDEBqPTFO_0Sq011GQDLkHj8qD5SzkHtJLrcGa-xAqcrZY-6rQwnI3w6qME66S/s320/DSC02439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324684468565072050" border="0" /></a>Holy shit!!! A couple of hours after I left 5 Pointz with 3 kids, the staircase pictured above collapsed and trapped a woman under it!!! Dude.... I feel like I better thank my lucky fucking stars because this luck could run out at any time.. <a href="http://www.ny1.com/Default.aspx?ArID=97230">Check out the story on NY1.</a> How messed up is it that I took this picture in the exact same spot just a few hours prior???Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518627732856731551.post-51787491261289108522009-04-11T12:11:00.012-04:002009-04-12T00:17:42.817-04:00T R A S H<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggs_l2Vfho0rhRBSJ2GBvR-RUgfQgKjIfwThcLfaI7eSkiMxFHUQbm0IJ1pcaTzmVD0NYH4tN3DRrVs7U8gHwg3GGssXUVaob0o9bFiSCwrM8fBZ9Hl9t0IsV0SltZNg7Sr4UMSHmKW9rK/s1600-h/041009_trash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggs_l2Vfho0rhRBSJ2GBvR-RUgfQgKjIfwThcLfaI7eSkiMxFHUQbm0IJ1pcaTzmVD0NYH4tN3DRrVs7U8gHwg3GGssXUVaob0o9bFiSCwrM8fBZ9Hl9t0IsV0SltZNg7Sr4UMSHmKW9rK/s320/041009_trash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323513413767503906" border="0" /></a><br />I was sitting in the Atlantic/Pacific station waiting for the 2 train when I decided to sketch out a trash can. I had to force myself to finish it because I just wasn't feeling it (shut up, I know I sound like a hippie). Then some art-hater stood in front of it and I couldn't see the recycling sticker. I thought it was the spirits of sketch telling me not to draw it. She moved and I trudged on with my feelingless sketch. I didn't pen it or write my word until days later. After I finished, I was glad I pushed myself. All my little excuses for not working on this sketch were put to shame. I really dig it!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1C-3qxGNt6bihCf2ItSGSWOjVv8fVZsgRU0QTh65BfDkmW946g4g8EQ-ndysm3YEsqEwSLnmyTPWSXEhdD9Teix0Z8YpyhHA9Kqtzg3W8Az-Cfv84ZEMNPOArvFnCUm0y3didLh7oh4pj/s1600-h/DSC02441.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1C-3qxGNt6bihCf2ItSGSWOjVv8fVZsgRU0QTh65BfDkmW946g4g8EQ-ndysm3YEsqEwSLnmyTPWSXEhdD9Teix0Z8YpyhHA9Kqtzg3W8Az-Cfv84ZEMNPOArvFnCUm0y3didLh7oh4pj/s320/DSC02441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323469674090160050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Lets talk about trash for a minute. We all have it. We all hate it. Well not all of us... In fact I was a witness to some incredible dumpster diving just the other day. Took my daughter and some of her friends to LIC to see the awesome graffiti building, aka <a href="http://www.5ptz.com/">5 pointz</a>. We saw some divers who found a couple of sweet rolls of vinyl in red, black and yellow. A very good find because that stuff is pretty pricey. I'll admit I would have loved to grab one of those. Project ideas were flowing into my head like vinyl rivers with no end. I don't usually post photos, but I how could I resist this one? It is of a dumpster we saw at 5 pointz overflowing with discarded fabric. They are having an open studio on May 30th. Definitely check it out if you have the chance.Miss Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847920094892654387noreply@blogger.com1