Saturday, May 31

Charlie


Schultz died on a time schedule few get the privilege of living. I felt a lot in those drawings, rationalized right along with Lucy at her post as much as kept a familiar eye from the top as Snoopy always seemed. What was most impressive was its thru-way, its continuity and completeness as a volume of works. So much to remember from the thought bubbles and unfamiliar tones of adults cum the era of video.

I jumped full force into the features, Race For Your Life, Charlie Brown, and own it now for more than just posterity. It centers me to be surrounded by the things that broughe me up. Whether its books or photos of life, it's all of the path.

Wednesday, May 28

Proud Privilage

In general, I am most proud of two very important rights I get as a United States Citizen: tax day and election day. Every year, I walk those returns to the main post office (at the Mies van der Rohe branch which serves both mom's work and home in Chicago, and here in New York at the future Moynihan Station on Eighth Avenue) and I adore offering my voice in the form of voting on and turning in an election ballot and knowing it counts for something. Those two rights I'd never want to live without.

EVERY AMERICAN HAS THE RIGHT TO A VOTE.

If I were in charge, I would eagerly give every vote its full count. She was only smart to stay on that ballot. As for those undecided, they should only count for more for all. I can't imagine that is what said outcome will be. If I were in charge.