The benefit of seeing Charles Schulz’ originals at the museum in Santa Rosa, CA is that they are LARGE. The original character of the line is still discernible.

Schulz masterfully expressed a variety of emotions with the stroke of a pen.

I was struck by one observation he made regarding his simple beginnings. He just started drawing. He would scribble and draw constantly. If you compare his earlier work to that of his latter you can see how his art became stronger in expression and character.

One sequence I especially enjoyed, but was not allowed to photograph, covered the time Snoopy was in hospital awaiting knee surgery. The facial expressions are so good!  The hospital staff thought Snoopy was a kid with a big nose. When they found out he was a dog they discharged him. As Snoopy happily explains, “Dogs don’t have knees.”

Nikki already showed a closeup of this wall, made up of thousands of comic strips.

I would have liked to have witnessed how they selected the strips to create the overall picture.

Still on the subject of “line” (but not in regards to Snoopy) this is a treat:
The Dot And The Line

After a busy Spring quarter I looked forward to heading north for a few days change of scene. A surprise to me however was the opportunity to “go on safari” in Sonoma county. This turned out to be a wonderful highlight.

One of the first sights was a baby giraffe taking somewhat complicated drinks of spray from a sprinkler.

At one point we passed another jeep and the guide called out to our driver that he had seen nothing in that part of the reserve. However, when we climbed the hills we saw quite a number of animals and in particular a zebra who pranced all around our jeep, seemingly to show off her stripes on all sides.

Another favorite was the serval cat. He was clever and entertaining and amazingly responsive to the trainer.

“Now where did she hide that meatball?”

We bumped around over the hills through groves of trees and saw a wide variety of African animals.

Once we came across a blockade.

Our guide, Jennifer, was a young gal of about 25, a biology and environmental studies student. She was both knowledgeable and friendly. I find so often the guide makes the trip.

100 posts, 1 year of blogging, and a milestone birthday.

Amazing
• seeing a complete circular rainbow from an airplane window
• watching the sunrise over Hawaii from a jumbo jet cockpit
• driving through snow-capped Austrian mountains at dawn
• counting perfectly formed snowflakes on my jacket sleeve in Austria
• seeing rain like a waterfall in Baguio, Philippines
• hiking in a thunder, lightning, and hail storm in the Minerettes

Fun, Fun, Fun
• hiking around the Mannlichen in Switzerland
• dangling my feet off the open chair lift while looking out at the Alps
• riding a luge down the fog covered mountain at Back Alpsee
• riding a mule into the Grand Canyon and back out
• moonlight sledding near an old castle in Reutte, Austria
• snorkeling in Hawaii

Family Memories
• a weekend (first flight) trip with Dad to San Francisco
• a family picnic in Alberta, Canada and seeing baby black bears come out of the forest
• family reunions at Ocean Isle beach in North Carolina
• visiting the White House in DC
• a weekend vacation with Mom and Dad in London (what a blast!)
• celebrating Mom and Dad’s 50th with a Baltic Sea cruise fit for a king
• watching my nephew perform in a Recorder ensemble

Of course, many of the precious things in life involve everyday moments or exchanges with people you care about. And those blessings are too numerous to count.


The greenhouse at Mt. Vernon

Our latest project in Information Design is to develop a social networking site. I am not especially fond of the idea since there are already plenty of those sites out there. I guess I am not the only student who wanted a little leeway. Several of us asked for options.

The upshot, is that we are allow to create a network around a particular subject of our choosing and so I picked gardening in southern California (Sunset zone 23 or USDA zone 9/10). I am focusing on smaller gardens since that is typical for So Cal.

There are lots of garden sites up of course and a gazillion garden blogs but at least it is a subject I am interested in. So I need to find at least five people in southern California who would be willing to frequent my site 🙂 No, really I just need to design it for this class.

The Big Challenge
The main thing is the site is suppose to be an “interaction” site. So, if you had access to a garden website devoted to serving your area—what kinds of interactions would you like to see there? (Organized plant swaps, a forum where people post questions, etc.) also, what kinds of features would you like to see? Think big!!

I could use some ideas. And if you think anyone you know would like to contribute an idea I would be so appreciative.

Some time ago, an online discussion at a rose forum covered the topic of fertilizing with fish emulsion, a product made with fish oil/meal that can smell quite pungent. Someone commenting on that post mistakenly thought the term was “fish emotion” (“emotion” does sound a little bit like “emulsion” I guess).  The mistake made me laugh at the time, but the name stuck and I’m still referring to the stinky stuff as “fish emotion.”

Two weeks ago my Dad sprayed a load of weed killer behind the fence where Mom’s roses grow, trying to kill a gargantuan weed. Needless to say her beautiful roses immediately looked sick. Nikki suggested a dose of fish emulsion.

I mixed some emulsion in the watering can and began applying it to the sick roses. Somehow my foot got caught in a pile of bark and a load of fish emulsion splashed over my left hand, arm, watch, and clothes. Rats. I now smell like fish.

Once home I thoroughly washed off and cleaned my watch as best I could. I decided to go out and sprinkle some fertilizer on our plants as well. This time, spraying the water into the watering can, I misjudged the strength of the spray and it splashed out all over my ankles and good leather sandals. Rats. I smell like so much more fish.

The cats noticed it immediately when I came into the house — they clamored around me, following every step I took, falling over each other to jump on me, meowing, and hankering after my here-to-fore uninteresting sandals.

The telling of the story later that night sent my parents into paroxysms of laughter — especially since we continued to call the stuff “fish emotion.”

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