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March 22, 2010 at 9:35 pm (Art, Life) (, , , )

I started 3 different digital art pieces today and didn’t finish any of them. I just wasn’t feeling it. The 4th piece was about/for Judith, so it made me happy to work on. And I finished it 🙂

New desktop theme. As usual, click on the image to download full size (1280×800)

Love you, baby.

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Update: love

January 25, 2010 at 1:54 pm (Life) (, , , )

“There’s…this girl.” —The Fantasticks

In the fall of 1989, this really nerdy 7th grade boy met this slightly less nerdy 7th grade girl. Through 9th grade, these two had some classes together and talked about important things, such as U2, Depeche Mode, and animal rights. (The last one was hers alone. He didn’t even know animals could vote.)

Then, in 1992, the boy moved away. Not to some far-off place like West Virginia, but one county over. This was before everyone had cell phones and internet, though, so the boy and girl did not keep in touch.

Over the next 15 or 16 years, the boy sometimes thought about the girl, wondered where she was, what she was doing with her life.

Then came Facebook, that great reuniter…reunitor?…that great thing which reunites! The girl found the boy! Turns out she had thought about him as well!

So here it is, 2010…almost 21 years after they first met, and the boy and girl are madly, crazy in love with each other. Don’t ask them how it happened, for as Pascal* said, “Love has reasons which reason does not know.” With over 500 miles between them, they threw logic to the wind and have started dating.


I don’t know what else to say. Her name is Judith and I fancy her. She’s crazy about me too, so that works out well. Soon, I’ll be leaving NC to start a life with her in NYC. I understand all your fears and concerns and I’ll answer you biggest question here: Yes, they have disc golf courses in Brooklyn. There’s one in Prospect Park.


Here are the two of us last fall in Manhattan.


*= That would be Blaise Pascal, the French mathematician and religious philosopher, not Adam Pascal, the American actor who played Roger in the musical Rent. Sorry for any confusion.

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“Two faces!” –Bob

December 3, 2008 at 10:29 pm (Art, Life) (, , , )

At the end of this coming February, it will be 3 years since I got my one and only tattoo. A friend of mine and I went to get it done and my artist cut me a little bit of a deal. Not as much of one as I had assumed since he and the friend I took with me were sleeping together. Maybe he felt threatened since I had dated her, too. Dunno.

Anyway, those of you familiar with “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” will be familiar with my tattoo as well because it’s one of the animation designs from the song “Origin of Love.” It’s also the tattoo Hedwig has on her thigh after the song.

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In short description, for those who don’t know the song, “Origin of Love” tells the story of when humans were first on the earth. Humans were made up of two people, joined back-to-back. We had two heads, four arms, four legs. As people then, there those who were two men, those who were two women, and those who were woman and man. The gods got angered at our arrogance and Zeus cut everyone in half with his lightening bolts. The idea is that in finding love, we are looking for the other half of us, our completion. Once we’ve found that person, we become one being again. I think it’s a beautiful concept. This is my favorite part:

“Last time I saw you, we had just split in two.
You were looking at me. I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar, but I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face; I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That’s the pain, cuts a straight line down through the heart;
We called it love.”

I almost want to tear up just typing it again.

Anyway, at the end of the movie, Hedwig has another tattoo, one that shows the two faces stitched together to be one face. I’m going to get that tattoo on my other shoulder the day before my wedding…if that ever happens.

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