Feeling Wayne Coyne Disintegrate

RIP Wayne Coyne.
Rocker/artist dude from OKC. Now he is gone forever.

When we lost Kurt Cobain, within an instant our generation was changed. Forever. Now we have been hit again with a loss that we'll never be able to recover from.

The Gen Xers have never been the generation to take things lightly. Always question authority has been an anthem. Hell we had Nixon and Reagan in office when we were little. So yeah kids, never trust a politician. I'm kind of happy CBS Evening News showed dead soldiers being brought home from Vietnam.

The sobriety of youth. It's no wonder we're a little messed up. This is why we're great artists.

Back to Mr. Coyne.
I remember the days when Ronald Jones was in the band, and Christmas lights were a part of your stage set-up. And the sound, oh god the sound the Lips made. It was raw and spirited and your voice was etched in my brain. Some songs made me cry. They still do.

Today Wayne Michael Coyne has died and I mourn the loss of a once great Xer.

Perhaps it was a slow cancer eating away at you. How were we to know. When you make it to the other side give us a sign. If I had of known I would have set out on a personal quest to save you. The path you took was not the one intended and I'm so very sorry.

When I pass on to the next world I want this song to be played at my funeral. 
I'm dedicating this to you my friend and hope your journey is a good one.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85BEAQIBPOI&feature=kp

Lab 88

The latest installation is Lab 88. A futuristic lab set in the not to distant future.

Illustration Friday-Whiskers

I hope all my stateside friends had a nice Thanksgiving. This week the challenge is Whiskers. This is Mika, keeping an eye on everything. More Illustration Friday here.

Illustration Friday-Tree

Hi everyone. It's been quite awhile since I participated in Illustration Friday but it feels good to be back. You can check out my other drawings for my past installation at Pennies, Band Aids & Safety Pins.

This week's challenge is Tree. This is a very old Maple I pass everyday walking home with my son after-school. It's bulbous and you can tell it's lead a troubled life. I have wanted to draw this tree for some time now. See other Tree illustrations at Illustration Friday.

Judging a book by it's weight?

As I get older, I am faced with a sad dimemma. How thick of a book can I comfortably read in bed?

The saying goes, "Don't judge a book by it's cover" right? It crosses all boundaries and can be used for discussing people and situations.

What is never mentioned is the weight of the book. I am not, repeat, not trying to be philosophical. I am talking about the actual, physical, pressing flowers between the pages, weight of the book.

Maybe it's because I have small wrists, combined with the cooler weather, but the fact is I like to snuggle under the covers and read. As much as my hands are covered, I still have to hold the book upright. That's the problem, holding a VERY heavy book upright. Sheesh.

My current book pick is IQ84. I don't think I could have picked a larger book to tackle.

What I didn't realize, in Japan it was released as 3 separate volumes. In the English translation, it's 1 gigantic volume. Why not right? All red blooded Americans have thick wrists.

The story is beginning to get interesting and I'm going to stick with it. Maybe I'll need to wear wrists supports before going to bed. And maybe I'll pick short stories to read from now on.