jim owens
I have forgotten who said it, I think it was Sartre. That the value of something is best understood only through the loss of it. It brings to mind the song “San Diego Serenade” by Tom Waits and covered by the late Nanci Griffith, Joni Mitchell’s “Big Yellow Taxi” and “These are Days” by 10,000 […]
For a Cubs fan the very worst type of Summer involves bullpen issues. When severe, it is simply too painful to watch games literally tossed away at the last possible moment that could easily have been won. Compound this with almost uniform under-performance by the big-time position players that the baseball-bloggers needed so so bad. […]
The middle of May until a little bit into June were active days. My birthday rolled around again and this brought the whole family down to southern Nevada. We hit the Sphere to see Dead and Company, found a speakeasy and a fancy-pants cocktail bar in downtown Las Vegas, spent a few balmy backyard nights […]
There is no bar in downtown Las Vegas with the moniker “After the Apocalypse”, yet. There should be. A speakeasy. Below ground. With a thick roof and solid metal doors. The design of the card below just happened. Playing around with AI in illustrator. You turn on your computer in the morning and there is […]
I wasn’t in Southern Nevada at all in February, so February weather was apparently moved into all of March. Wet, cloudy, cool and windy intermixed with the occasional sunny and almost warm days that are more typical of March down here. Something to do with that whole el nino and la nina thing I guess. […]