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The
Monday Artday challenge this week is
"favorite book".
I actually id an illustration for my favorite book a while ago. My favorite book is
"The Emperors of Chocolate" by Joel Glenn Brenner.
The illustration I did was for the word "chocolate".
For this challenge, I chose a book that is easily the most affecting and haunting book I ever read.
Last Exit to Brooklyn by Hubert Selby, Jr. was written between 1957 and 1964. It was finally published in 1964. In the Eisenhower era of "
Leave It to Beaver" and "
The Donna Reed Show", this collection of short stories chronicled the lives of the dregs of society. Centered around The Greeks, a scummy dive diner near the Brooklyn Airbase, it brings to life the most disturbing, disgusting characters and their filthy, drug-filled, liquor-filled, perverted sex-filled existence. Written in a "stream-of-consciousness " manner, Selby shows no mercy and no pity for his cast of addicts, spouse-abusers, junkies, pimps, prostitutes, transvestites, pedophiles, alcoholics, kiss-asses and other lowlifes.
My mother talked about this book a lot when I was a teenager. She said it was the most memorable and gut-wrenching book she ever read. She also forbade me to read it. I finally read it twelve years after my mother died.
She was right.
if you read the book, you'll get the joke in my illustration.
The challenge for the week of February 11th through the 17th:
"Favorite Book"
Do an illustration for your favorite book. Have fun and good luck!
BEAST SCALE: 1 beast, ¾ beast, ½ beast (though ears don’t count, the kid’s got attitude…and that counts too!)
This week's
Monday Artday challenge is an unusual one ― "
half beast".
Somewhere between Bigfoot and werewolves is the legend of the wendigo. The wendigo is a figure appearing in Algonquian Indian mythology. In remote forest areas, sometimes groups of travellers, hunters or campers were cut off from the rest of their party by the bitter snows and ice of the north woods. Conditions became desperate and cannibalism became a necessity in order to survive. The belief was when a human ate human flesh, he would become a wendigo. Among northern Algonquian cultures, cannibalism, even to save one's own life, was viewed as a serious taboo; the proper response to famine was suicide or resignation to death. On one level, the Wendigo myth thus worked as a deterrent and a warning against resorting to cannibalism; those who did would become Wendigo monsters themselves.
Though all of the descriptions of the creature vary slightly, the Wendigo is generally said to have glowing eyes, long yellowed fangs and overly long tongues. Most have a sallow, yellowish skin and are covered with matted hair. They give off a strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition. They are tall and lanky and are driven by a horrible hunger.
Wendigos were embodiments of gluttony, greed, and excess; never satisfied after killing and consuming one person, they were constantly searching for new victims.
Native Americans actively believed in, and searched for, the Wendigo. One of the most famous Wendigo hunters was a Cree Indian named Jack Fiddler. He claimed to have killed at least 14 of the creatures in his lifetime, although the last murder resulted in his imprisonment at the age of 87. In October 1907, Fiddler and his brother, Joseph, were tried for the murder of a Cree Indian woman. They both pleaded guilty to the crime but defended themselves by stating that the woman had been possessed by the spirit of a Wendigo and was on the verge of transforming into one entirely. According to their defense, she had to be killed before she murdered other members of the tribe. The brothers were to be tired. Just before the trial, Jack escaped and hanged himself. Joseph went to trial and was sentenced to death. No word on his last meal.
Hello Everyone! I got this idea for "hidden message" but I wasn't able to post it because there was no connection at home - the little porcupine is cute but not photogenic at all :'( or maybe it's bad lighting?!
-unfinished-
The challenge for the week of February 4th through the 10th:
"Half Beast"
Have fun and good luck!
This week's challenge at
Monday Artday is "
hidden message".
Harry Houdini, in addition to being one of the world's greatest magicians, spent a portion of his life exposing fraudulent psychics and bogus clairvoyants. Houdini showed that psychics were using tricks that he, himself, used in his magic act. This practice eventually broke up his friendship with
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a great believer in spiritualism.
Prior to his death in 1926, Houdini told his wife Bess (who was also his stage assistant), that if there was a way to send a message from "the other side", he would find that way. The devised a secret message. The message was based on both sentimentality and an old vaudeville mind-reading routine. The message was
"Rosabelle- answer- tell- pray, answer- look- tell- answer, answer- tell". Bess' wedding band bore the inscription "Rosabelle", the name of the song she sang in her act when they first met. The other words correspond to a secret spelling code used to pass information between a magician and his assistant during a "mind-reading" act. Each word or word pair equals a letter. The word "answer" stood for the letter "B", for example. "Answer, answer" stood for the letter "V". Thus, the Houdinis' secret phrase spelled out the word "BELIEVE".
Bess held a yearly seance, on October 31 — the anniversary of her husband's death. In early 1929, a very ill Bess was approached by
Reverend Arthur Ford, a young and eager medium. Within weeks, Ford triumphantly announced that he had successfully delivered the correct message to Houdini's widow. It did not take long for the press to discover that Ford's claim was a hoax; and that Bess had inadvertently revealed the message to several reporters a full year before.
The 1936 séance, atop the Knickerbocker Hotel in Hollywood, was the last one that Bess conducted. Ten years was enough, and she admitted that she had never received the message from Houdini. (Actor William Frawley died in the lobby of the Knickerbocker in 1966. Read all about it
HERE, in a previous post.)
Bess died in 1943 and was not permitted to be buried with her husband at
Machpelah Cemetery because she was a gentile. Bess Houdini is interred at
Gate of Heaven Cemetery in Hawthorne, New York.
(click on the illustration and look for the hidden messages.)
At the beginning, the little birds were really terrified by the idea of MA administration transition; they were so accustomed to working with Bearuh that they feared their destiny with the new administrator… (Now that they know that Mike isn’t mean as they thought and that Bearuh is going to be contributing often, everything is fine)
10 March 2007
Author: Shelly Becker
Illustrator: Hideki Takahashi
Becker's latest biography focuses on the childhood of Ayn Rand, one of the 20th century's most influential (and controversial) thinkers. In this episode from her youth, Rand's mother forces her to share her toys with a cousin who is visiting from out of town. Though she is very young, we can already see evidence of the rational self-interest that would become a key component of her philosophical thought and the foundation for many of her most renowned works. The young Rand initially implements an ingeniously laissez-faire approach to sharing her toys, until the authoritarian mother figure demands a more equal distribution of goods. Will Ayn learn her lesson about sharing, or does this early experience in collectivist thought drive her towards her passionate development of Objectivism?
It is difficult to accurately trace the origins of Rand's intellectual development, but the following quote indicates that perhaps her early experiences did play a formative role in her thinking: "My philosophy, in essence, is the concept of man as a heroic being, with his own happiness as the moral purpose of his life, with productive achievement as his noblest activity, and possessing the freedom to play with the toys of his choice without fear of sanctions or judgment."
Up every evening 'bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine
He's quadraphonic, he's a, he's got more channels
So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlorn
She saw my TVC one five, baby's gone, she
She crawled right in, oh my
She crawled right in my
So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
Oh, so demonic, oh my TVC one five
Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading
"Send back my dream test baby, she's my main feature"
My TVC one five, he, he just stares back unblinking
So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
One of these nights I may just
Jump down that rainbow way. be with my baby, then
We'll spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
My baby's in there someplace, love's rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my TVC one five
Transition
Transmission
Transition
Transmission
Oh my TVC one five, oh oh, TVC one five
Oh my TVC one five, oh oh, TVC one five
Oh my TVC one five, oh oh, TVC one five
Oh my TVC one five, oh oh, TVC one five
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
7 March 2007
Author/Illustrator: Jon J. Muth
An adaptation of a short story by Leo Tolstoy, this story follows Nikolai, a young boy trying to answer three of life's biggest questions: When is the best time to do things? Who is the most important one? What is the right thing to do? Young Nikolai has to climb a mountain, chase a turtle, and rescue some pandas before finding the answers. Sound like too much work for enlightenment? I thought so. Luckily you don't have to go through all that, because the answers are actually quite simple:
When is the best time to do things? After eating a hot dog.
Who is the most important one? The one who has those incriminating pictures of you from that regrettable night in college.
What is the right thing to do? Admit to the waitress that you are actually 27 and not 12, so technically you shouldn't be able to order from the Kid's Menu even though it's so much cheaper and all you want is a grilled cheese sandwich that doesn't cost $7.50.
I understand if you read the book anyways because you want Tolstoy's take on it... but I guarantee you, I'm not that far off! Tolstoy loved hot dogs and he lived for grilled cheese sandwiches. This is obvious to anyone who has seen the original manuscript of War and Peace, 75 percent of which is translucent due to grease stains.
Sibling Suggestion: My sister had a good suggestion: Collect people's answers to the Big 3 Questions! So (all 5 of you that read this blog), if you've got the time (and I know you do, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this), go to the comments section below and fill us in on your particular take on the meaning of life.
- When is the best time to do things?
- Who is the most important one?
- What is the right thing to do?
Whoever has the best answers gets free backstage passes to Nirvana!
(To see people's answers to these questions from the original post,
click here.)
8 July 2007
Author/Illustrator: Jonathan Allen
"I'm Not Cute" is a charmingly simple tale that also serves as a diagnosis of an unfortunate symptom of the life of a child television or movie star. As with many child stars, the baby owl struggles to convince the public that is not just a cute face. This is what is commonly known as the "I'm Note Cute!" Syndrome. There are several possible paths open to the baby owl. Below are the historically most likely scenarios.
Scenario 1: Never manage to break the suffocating mold of childhood fame and eventually disappear into the misty hills of obscurity.
Exhibit A: Jonathan Taylor Thomas
Sorry, Simba. The Circle of Life for a child star is painfully unforgiving.
Scenario 2: Burn out in a blaze of glory, never to fully recover.
Exhibit B: Corey Feldman
Last spotted on VH-1s The Surreal Life. It doesn't get any lower.
Scenario 3: Temporarily fade from the limelight only to reemerge and go on to have a successful career as an adult.
Exhibit C: Alyssa Milano
a.k.a. The boyhood crush that keeps on giving.
Scenario 4: Manage to survive the spectacular flame-out, and then (after years of rehab) rise from the ashes to reclaim stardom with a vengeance.
Exhibit D: Drew Barrymore
Went from snorting cocaine at 13 to Ambassador Against Hunger for the United Nations World Food Programme at 31. Not bad.
While Barrymore's recent nomination as U.N. Ambassador is impressive, she is not the first child star to succeed in the political realm. That distinction belongs to the mother of all child stars: Shirley Temple Black, who went from a life as an international childhood sensation to a distinguished career in international politics.
From the Good Ship Lollipop...
... to serving as the U.S. Ambassador to Czechoslovakia during the Velvet Revolution (which, by the way, was hands down the coolest name for a revolution ever).
As these stars prove, the "I'm Not Cute" Syndrome is not fatal... but it is life-threatening and can have crippling long term side effects if you're not careful. So if you hear "cha-ching!" every time you look at your adorable offspring, just take a minute and consider the tragic fate of the kids from Different Strokes... that should at least slow down the money train long enough for you to jump off before it's too late.
What are we talkin' bout, Willis? We're talking about the exploitation of children leading to irreparable psychological damage with sometimes tragic consequences, that's what we're talkin' bout.
Tricky Dicks Note: (Warning--juvenile and crass pun ahead.)
Slate just featured an article about recently released Nixon documents. Within those documents, there was a memo revealing that our former president dealt with the opposite of the "I'm Not Cute" Syndrome. He struggled with what doctors refer to as the "I'm Not a Cold and Heartless Bastard" Syndrome. You can read the article and the original memo here, but here's a taste:
Nixon complained that "average voters" regarded RN as "an efficient, crafty, cold, machine." To help correct this common misconception, Nixon cited "warm items" (Page 3) such as "the calls that I make to people when they are sick, even though they no longer mean anything to anybody" (Page 4). "I called some mothers and wives of men that had been killed in Vietnam," he added, helpfully.
Because he was Nixon, he resented somewhat the social imperative that the president be courteous. "[W]e have gone far beyond any previous president … in breaking our backs to be nicey-nice to the Cabinet, staff and the Congress … around Christmastime," Nixon groused (Page 3). "I have treated them like dignified human beings and not like dirt under my feet" (Page 4), he continued.
Ahh... there's nothing like an efficiently calculating memorandum to your staffers to help convince the American public that you aren't efficient or calculating. Now, I just can't wait until three decades down the road when we finally get to see some of Vice President Dick Cheney's secret files (if they still exist).
Just think, given all the ridiculousness that's been coming out about the ultra-secretive Vice President's office lately... if that's the stuff we do get to see, just imagine what bizarre and delicious treats he's hiding from us in those unmarked drawers and file cabinets!
Word is that Comedy Central is already planning to bring John Stewart and Stephen Colbert out of retirement for just that occasion. The special will be called:
The Daily Show Reunion Special 2037
Inside Cheney's Drawers: The Dick We Never Knew
If you have TiVo... set it now.
The
Monday Artday challenge this week is "
most embarrassing moment".
When I was a kid, a short time after my mom bumped off my dad by feeding him meatloaf stuffed with thumbtacks, I came home early from school and quietly walked into the kitchen. I caught my mom pouring Drano into the pot of tomato sauce she was cooking on the stove.
It was quite embarrassing.
This weeks challenges are:
"Busy Town" Illustrate a little town and all the happenings within! I recommend googling Richard Scarry to see similar artwork.
OR
"embarassing moment" Illustrate your most embarassing moment!
Hello!!!!
Here are some of Zappy’s resolutions for this new year, a little messy plan resembling my head’s continuos mess of ideas! – a simple doodle on a section drawing of the project I’m working on at the office.
Happy New Year!!!
This weeks challenges are:
"illustrate your new years resolutions"
OR
"A Plan"
The challenge on
Monday Artday this week is an unusual one. It's "
children's book", with the actual challenge being "illustrate a page out of a childrens book you plan to make! If you do not plan to, just make an imaginary one!"
I chose "Zombie Jack and Jill", a story I may write in the future (but unlikely that I will). I just thought the concept was funny.
Zombie Jack and Zombie Jill
Went up a hill
And came down with a bucket of blood.
They hungered for brains
And other remains
As they dragged themselves through the mud.
The challenge word on
Monday Artday this week is "
grandpa".
Louis Marshall Jones was born on October 20, 1913 in Niagara, Kentucky. He spent his teenage years in Akron, Ohio where he began singing country music tunes on a local radio show. By 1935 his pursuit of a musical career took him to WBZ radio in Boston, where he met musician/songwriter
Bradley Kincaid who gave him the nickname "Grandpa" due to his off-stage grumpiness at early-morning radio shows. Jones liked the name and decided to create a stage persona based around it.
Performing as "Grandpa Jones," he played the banjo, yodeled, and sang mostly old-time ballads. He played a style of banjo called
frailing, which gave it the rough backwoods flavor of his performances. He moved to Nashville and became part of the Grand Ole Opry and a regular cast member on the popular TV show,
Hee Haw.
A resident of rural Ridgetop, Tennessee outside of Nashville, "Grandpa" Jones was a neighbor and friend of fellow musician David "Stringbean" Akeman. During 1946, "Grandpa" began working with Akeman, a fellow old-time banjo player and comedian. Jones and Akeman continued to work together on the Grand Ole Opry and later on
Hee Haw, eventually becoming two of the show's most popular performers. On a Saturday night in November 1973, the Akeman and his wife, Estelle, were shot dead by robbers upon returning to their home. The Akemans' bodies were discovered the following morning by "Grandpa".
In 1997, "Grandpa" was still going strong when the Opry management helped him celebrate his fiftieth anniversary on the show. Jones had a severe stroke moments after his second show Opry performance on January 3, 1998, and he died February 19.
Hello everyone... My Grandpa (the best grandpa in the whole world) passed away yesterday. I will give you a new challenge for the week but I will not be on this site or checking my email for awhile. So if you are wanting to join, please be patient and as soon as things are a little better around here I will add you as a member.
-Bearuh-
New Challenge:
"Grandpa"
OR
"Family"
This is Minu Minunus...and some images of his Christmas! I created this kitty character for the MA ATC exchange -still working on my gifts, i'm late because i was really sick and tired this week...but I'mtrying to do my best.
-these cards are now available at my card store
justZHM Card Store I'll be so glad if you get one or send a free e-card!!!!! : )
Merry Christmas to everyone!!! - Feliz Navidad!!!
The weekly challenges are:
"Christmas"
Illustrate what Christmas means to you!
OR
"New Holiday"
Make up your OWN holiday! Illustrate what people would do on your holiday. (Ex. dance, give each other ATCs, walk backwards.. etc.)
The
Monday Artday challenge this week is "
illustrate a recipe".
These barnyard residents just found out the three main ingredients in
turducken.
The weekly challenges are:
"design your own house!" Draw your dream house. Would it be victorian style? would it have a ton of windows? Or would it have slides and monkeys!?
OR
"illustrate your favorite recipe" Illustrate your favorite recipe! Try to use the least possible words and illustrations in their place. (for example: the recipe cals for 2 egs.. draw two eggs instead of using words!)
Have fun everyone!!
He is no ordinary cowboy...
but the furious "
Hairy Sheriff".
Always looking for someone to put in prison,
now he is searching for the two birds on the "
Wanted"
board...
any clue about
where could he find them?
- a quick sketch done while having a cup of coffee in the mall, i had no eraser, so it's a little messy ;)
The challenge word on Monday Artday this week is "cowboy".
William Frederick Cody was an American soldier, bison hunter and showman. He was one of the most colorful figures of the Old West, and mostly famous for the shows he organized with cowboy themes. Cody got his nickname, "Buffalo Bill", for supplying Kansas Pacific Railroad workers with bison meat. In addition to his documented service as a soldier during the Civil War and as Chief of Scouts for the Third Cavalry during the Plains Wars, Cody claimed to have worked many jobs, including as a trapper, bullwhacker, "Fifty-Niner" in Colorado, a Pony Express rider in 1860, wagonmaster, stagecoach driver, and even a hotel manager, but it's unclear which claims were factual and which were fabricated for purposes of publicity. He became world famous for his Wild West show. "Buffalo Bill’s Wild West" used real cowboys and cowgirls, recruited from ranches in the West. At first, few people shared Cody's admiration of the cowboys. Most people regarded them as coarse cattle drivers and used the term "cowboy" as an insult. The shows demonstrated bronco riding, roping, and other skills that would later become part of public rodeos.
As a businessman, he invested in projects that he hoped might bring economic growth to the West. With his earnings he invested in an Arizona mine, hotels in Sheridan and Cody, Wyoming, stock breeding, ranching, coal and oil development, film making, town building, tourism, and publishing. In 1899, he established his own newspaper, the Cody Enterprise, which is still the main source of information for the town of Cody today. Taking advantage of his celebrity status, Cody was an early advocate of women's suffrage and the just treatment of American Indians.
By the turn of the 20th century, William F. Cody was probably the most famous American in the world. No one symbolized the West for Americans and Europeans better than Buffalo Bill. He was consulted on Western matters by every American president from Ulysses S. Grant to Woodrow Wilson. He counted among his friends such artists and writers as Frederic Remington and Mark Twain.
Phoebe Ann Mosey, better known as Annie Oakley, was an American sharpshooter and exhibition shooter. Oakley's amazing talent and luck led to a starring role in Buffalo Bill's Wild West show, which propelled her to become the first American female superstar. However, at the height of her career, newspaper magnate William Randolph Hearst published a false story that Oakley had been arrested for stealing to support a cocaine habit. The story spread and newspapers everywhere reprinted the account. Oakley spent much of the next six years winning libel lawsuits against newspapers. She collected less in judgments than were her legal expenses, but to her, a restored reputation justified the loss of time and money. Annie continued to set records into her 60s, and she also engaged in extensive philanthropy for women's rights and other causes, including the support of specific young women that she knew. In a 1922 shooting contest, sixty-two-year-old Annie hit 100 clay targets from 16 yards. After her death it was discovered that her entire fortune had been spent on her family and her charities.
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Ouch! These poor, cute child stars.
Though what would we call those who weren't cute as child stars, but grew up dreamy with a vengeance?
Hmmm... "weren't cute as child starts, but grew up dreamy with a vengeance?"
I think we're going to have to call that the Jerry O'Connell Phenomenon.
He's the only one I can think of... going from the chubby loser in Stand By Me to playing the Generic Studmuffin in every Lifetime Movie out there.
Note: I am not calling Jerry O'Connell dreaming or a studmuffin because of personal opinion, it's just that those are the roles he plays. I don't see him that way, he's just not my type.