Watering blue skies,
Showering umbrellas,
Floating diamonds,
Dancing on the lawn.
䷥䷿
skip chase
stray horse
shall return
GRIZZLY PEAR
Watering blue skies,
Showering umbrellas,
Floating diamonds,
Dancing on the lawn.
䷥䷿
skip chase
stray horse
shall return
I came across this cult classic anime through a YouTube review. A few minutes in, I stopped the review to watch the two-hour film over three sessions.
If you want wild animation covering fast cars, a dude with a massive pompadour, cute girls, all manners of aliens, mechs, and crazy bionic monsters, you got it.
If you want a coherent story, you got it too! Just not very deep. A dude races a fast TransAm while hitting on a competitor as his mechanic deals with the mob.
As an almost entirely hand drawn film, it’s a love letter to a bygone era. It feels more comfortable in the late nineties than in the late-aughts. But with a production value that’s out the roof!
The surreal moments of slow-mo speed as the cars stretch in anticipation of the nitro hitting the engine are pure art. And I love the bold black shadow work throughout the film — it feels like Frank Miller’s comic finally made it to the big screen (I’ve never had the stomach to watch his Sin City movie).
The beauty of a cult classic as a commercial failure in the theater is that it’s now available on several free streaming platforms.
For the price of sitting through a few ads, you can’t go wrong (as long as you’re not expecting anything contemplative).
Bear Bear and Adventure are going to school!
Sister made tiny books with scraps of paper
Studied at small cardboard tables,
Homemade easels by Mama, tilted flat.
Pored over their assignments,
Sitting on yoga block chairs.
Bear Bear did her homework,
She got to watch us play in the sandbox.
Adventure wouldn’t pay attention,
He had to stay in their bedroom school.
Study Harder!
Study Harder!
䷿䷏
Fun feast,
Dry head.
Wet mind,
Truth spilled.
Another supremely crafted Pixar special.
I’m not sold on the company in Emeryville dealing with internal matters. (I wasn’t hot on Inside Out either.)
But it was cool to have Jazz at the center of the movie.
And those quantum line Jerry’s in the other world were a helluva lot of fun. As I watch more animated films, I crave these I love these moments of visual absurdity. It’s not the best ROI, but a few moments of Jerry can redeem the rest of the time spent in a formulaic feature length film.
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I’m going to start a concerted push on here with my “Notes on My Consumption”. I don’t consume nearly as many books and movies as it might seem. I just decided to stop being so precious about these notes and flush out my three year back log!
He saw the turtle sandbox,
Two years dormant.
Mama removed the green cover —
Aired it out,
Moistened the sand.
Apple and strawberry sand pies.
Big sand jellies!
They made sand smoothies —
Large or small?
Flat, round, square, or twirly top?
I was the sand customer,
Again and again.
I played the plastic ukulele, badly —
Neglected practice,
Long fingernails.
She showered first.
We made more sand goodies.
He sprayed the hose —
Peed in his pants.
In twilight he kept playing.
When Mama came out,
He ran up to her,
Suddenly started sobbing —
我不要姐姐先进去!
(I don’t want Sister to go in first!)
䷶䷲
abundance
midday foam
broken arm
no blame
Bear-Bear took a nap in a cozy bed of stuffed slippers with arctic seals and bears in overalls. They novelties came from our cousin in China when they were roped into an ill-fated retail venture. It’s not great to find shoes on your bed (I suspect the boy), but it’s impossible to get peeved over this!
When I was in private practice, I avoided thinking about cost and schedule. Not that I was wasteful with my clients’ money, but these matters weren’t my responsibility.
As an Owner’s PM, that’s flipped. Budgets and schedules are what I do. Half my job is to justify funding for these projects (and the other half is to spend the money).
This experience has made war really expensive.
An M1A2 Main Battle Tank costs $9 million. Four of those would build a new 67,000 square feet school of education building that took five years of my life.
It costs $44,000 per hour to fly an F-35. That’s what I paid to demolish a kitchen to create an activity area for disabled residents.
Let’s not even think of all the hours of training for each soldier and the years of productivity that are erased with each well placed bullet.
War is doubly expensive when we factor in the opportunity cost of what hasn’t been built with these funds.
Triply so when we think of the destruction. Even a just war doesn’t negate the wanton waste of such a calamity.
And then we’ll have to rebuild it — if we get that chance.
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Some Links
Last year, I stumbled across Bobby Timmons due to his brilliant Christmas album Holiday Soul. I recently discovered his awesome album This Here is Bobby Timmons. His life ended much too early, but he left us with some great music.
Nadia Gerassimenko writes an eclectic smorgasbord of essays, fiction, poetry, and guest posts that pulls from a wide field of influences including pop, horror, and video games. It’s always a pleasure to read, Her recent story “Siren with a soft sign” is a haunting story of a woman transforming into a flower bed.
I first met Debbie Ridpath Ohi elsewhere, but when she had Inkgirl I knew that Substack’s new “Notes” social media platform had a place for me. Her posts are always insightful, and her occasional long essays about her experience as an illustrator are applicable to anyone who starting (or continuing) a new endeavor.
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Thanks for reading!
Justus Pang, RA
Resignations are tricky. There’s no good way to quit, but there is a right way to leave.
Email-only is unprofessional. If someone really wants that new job, then part of the price is sucking it up and chatting to the boss live, preferably in person.
However, one of my resignations was over the phone since the owner of the company lived in another state. That was awkward. He was a miffed that I didn’t wait for his next visit to town, but I wasn’t going to delay a 30% pay raise for the propriety of an in-person announcement. (Post COVID, I’d have scheduled it via videoconference, but it wasn’t an option at the time. We did have a good in-person exit interview before I left.)
On the other hand, the employee doesn’t bear all of the blame for quitting the wrong way. Such a misstep implies that there is a problem in the firm culture. If the person had been at the office for a significant period, then they weren’t mentored by experienced colleagues and had not developed a trusting relationship with their supervisor. If they are relatively new, then the hire was a cultural misfit and likely a mistake in the first place.
Relationships have been fraying in our fragmented hyper-digital age. It’s no surprise that the American work culture is suffering as well. Resignation blunders are a balancing of the scales. Corporations have been treating employees as disposable for the past few decades — why would it be a surprise that people are treating employers as immediately quittable?
My sister was laid off via a Sunday night email. She didn’t know it until her badge was locked out on Monday morning. Two wrongs don’t make a right, but could I judge her harshly if she quits her next job via Slack?
I still advise someone to quit in person. But this expectation can’t survive if employers continue upon this path towards a faceless gig-economy. Corporate HR has figured out that writing letters are less stressful than personal meetings. Why shouldn’t employees make that same discovery?
If firms want their work to be more than mere transactions, then bosses have to start modeling the relationship they want reciprocated.
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On a brighter note, my former intern in private practice just quit his job to join my division.
His supervisor was extremely gracious. She even said that she would have fired him to force him to take this opportunity!
In our era of bad feelings, we should remember that most folks, staff and management, are trying to do right by their colleagues — even when the system is pushing us all to act otherwise.
We borrowed them Saturday;
Mama wanted to wait for a week.
Six days later;
Is Friday close enough?
I spread out the books on the patio;
Sunlight is the best disinfectant.
The sun set;
Bring them in tomorrow.
Mama wants to flip them over;
Wipe them down.
Saturday we visited to Costco;
The kids hugged stuffies while shopping.
The sun set;
A full week gone.
We went back to the library;
Sunday Taiko drum concert!
Got more books;
Shopped for groceries.
The sun set;
Another day.
Monday breakfast came with wailing;
Way past a week!
Mama flipped them over;
Wiped them down.
The sun set;
I brought them in.
Two kids, sprawled out;
Reading in their room.
䷟
wait
no blame
push on
gain
Standing between opposite rivers
Toothpicks holding high four discs
Lighting the freeway
Snaking into the busy desert
Turning west
Facing the setting sun
One orange button seering my eyes
Sliding behind our serrated valley rim
Asphalt blending into the sky,
Early golden hour.
Twenty minutes further,
The hills blending into the road.
䷃䷆
a fool
assaults
a bandit
agony