Monday, November 20, 2017

Swingin' around.


A boy. A bass. A swingset.

A boy. A guitar. A slide.

Swinger.

Swingers.

Rockin' Man in leather.

Autumn Forest Blues.

Loitering around.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Winter paws.



Ready for the cold days ahead.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Another drawing from Joe Mineer.



Another drawing found lying around the classrooms, by Joe Mineer.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Open mic at the meetup.



With Norm, making an attempt at Johnny Nash's 1972 ska hit, "I Can See Clearly Now" at Gojjo's.




"Her Town Too", by James Taylor with JD Souther, with singing partner.


Friday, November 10, 2017

SPAM & Shoyu.


The stuff of dreams.

Depending on your point of view, of course.

Monday, November 6, 2017

Under the weight of notes.

Wow. So. Much. Grading.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Fall around here parts.

Flash of color for summer's final breath.















Saturday, November 4, 2017

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

All Hallows Eve, Wissahickon.


Happy spirit pumpkin on the porch.

Butterfly in the kitchen, hoping for trick-or-treaters...

The spoils from All Hallow's Eve singing.

Monday, October 30, 2017

A little light reading.



The weekend before All Hallows Eve.

Went to a karaoke party on Saturday, after school open house duties. People dressed up (at the party). So many people are closet stars. Some good performers out there in the wild. I met a few witches, Elton John, some hip-hopsters, Sonny and Cher, and some other ghouls. It was convivial.

Planning on watching "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" tomorrow, like before-times.

Where are we, in the universe. Feeling Here and There. Or neither. Unstable ground upon which we place our feet to stand. Ten years ago it was 2007. Ten months from now is uncertain.

Our wild man and his cohort quit. Too much juggling dilutes the fruit punch, or something like that. We're playing with a new skins man on Friday. I think having a drummer is important if you want to feel like you're in a real band.

Didn't realize playing in a rock band was going to be old-fashioned at some point. To everything its season. It doesn't matter, at least not insofar as wanting to do it. I don't know about the possible audience.

Today. Added some harmonies. Tweaked some timing. Graded some projects.

Tomorrow. Into town. Looking at projects. Trying to stir up a little learning. Then outta town. Buddha waits. Patiently. Life so short. But I guess that just means we have some idea of what "Long" is, huh.



Sunday, October 22, 2017

Music on a Saturday.



So we had fun at the playground today. Not terribly polished, but out there doing it. A step on the path to making Dreaming Thomas a name to invoke in casual coffeeshop conversation: "Oh yeah, DT, I've heard of those guys - they definitely don't suck!". The stuff of dreams.



And then in the evening, more music with friends, at the Headhouse.

A good day, a late day, ending in the wee hours after hanging out afterwards and then winding down before waking up to Sunday's feeling of impending weekday doom.

imua.


Friday, October 20, 2017

Sunny Friday.


Sunny day out there, perfectly free Friday. Enjoying the happy calm of my studio companion.

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Chinatown fĂȘte.


















I daresay we quite enjoyed ourselves at the Chinatown Night Market Festival this past Thursday. Sorry about the eardrums, everybody. The sound system was a beast that attempted to overwhelm us with sheer volume.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Chinatown Dreaming.


Scoping out the Chinatown Gate for Dreaming Thomas's gig on Thursday, 8:15pm. We're sharing the stage with K-pop dance teams, asian comedians, a UPenn a cappella group, Ronnie DJ, and others.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

So. Much. Grading.

There must be a better way....

Some welcome rain this morning, after a couple of weeks of no rain. Feels like October. Charlie Brown's getting ready to put too many holes in his ghost costume. Wonder if knows he's just going to get rocks again when he goes out for trick or treat...

Friday, October 6, 2017

I Can See Clearly Now


Great song.




Cheese-y interview.

Outside.

























City sidewalk somewhere.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

Sunday wandering.


Ottawa, it is almost time to leave you again. Something gained from each experience, though this time was a little bittersweet. The sunny weather put a nice tint to everything. First time here was in 2001. Will this be the last time? Never say never, but it would be handy to be invited back with a film in the proceedings.

This building has changed stores a few times at least over the years...
DreamingThomas finds its way to the theatre again.
The ceiling pool in the National Art Gallery. They're doin' it, right.
Bye bye to Pierre-Marc and Chantal...many years of warm welcomes and great breakfast conversations. Thank you for being a big part of the festival for me.

Zombie in the garden.


 : D

Thought I was doing a shaka. Hope it was sign language for "love".
New filmic research: urban patterns.
Little guy on the street. Got a little song practice in today, trying to memorize lyrics.
The Rideau Canal, looking towards the Ottawa River at Golden Hour, Chateau Laurier on the right.

 The observer being observed.
 More observing.
This looked better with real eyes.

Early morning drive tomorrow with two vans of students and two colleagues. This was certainly the sunniest of Ottawas. Lots of great films. I'm not inclined to be earnestly critical anymore. It's not the way to best enjoy them. But I do appreciate the good things.


Going to bed watching a little Quebec news...