Tuesday, July 24, 2007

"Yes, that's my husband!"

Being more than a little eager/nervous about my upcoming course ("Liberal Arts Perspectives" -- the thematic focus is Time) I went to a fabulous store to order a couple of the texts we'll be using. I want to jump in and swim even before the class starts.

After book-ordering, took a snack break at a mega-organo-foodstore and sketched some folks.

While I was drawing the raw-boned woman in the lower right, another woman came over and said "My husband thinks you were sketching him -- do you mind if I see what you've drawn?"

When I showed her the still-damp ink, she smiled and said, "Yes, that's my husband!"


Reya Mellicker said...

Can't wait to hear about your course. Time is one of my favorite subjects. Great sketches. I especially love the disembodied mouth and nose in upper right corner.

lowenkopf said...

The husband does look a bit sketchy, which could easily be the contemporary lot of the husband. You, on the other hand, have a splendid eye for the revealing detail, and I openly wonder which details you will spot in Liberal Arts Perspectives.

Take notes by all means, but do consider as well a sketch pad. Be sure to include a colon in the title of your thesis, not the presidential colon, the academic colon, as in Angst and Anomie: The Cultural Mason-Dixon Line.

Anonymous said...

Ahh, the nosey passer-by, I guess she had a right, at least she didn't ask you for it. Good luck with your course, I'd be nervous too!

neilornstein said...

A course on on time eh?
Since you are from Texas no doubt you know this bad old joke:

Arriving at an intersection in the country, the traveling salesman couldn't believe what he saw just beyond the fence. He pulled off the road and walked over to the farmer who was standing under an oak tree, holding up a bog pig. The farmer had his arms around the animal holding it upright so it could eat acorns from the oak tree. The pig was so big it was all the farmer could do to hold it up.

"What are you doing?" asked the salesman.

"I'm holding up this pig so it can eat these acorns out of the tree," replied the farmer.

"Do you know how long it will take that pig to eat all the acorns out of that tree?"

The farmer said, "It don't matter. Time don't mean nothin' to a hog."

Yes indeed. Time don't mean nothin' to a hog. This is not exactly the way I first heard this old chestnut of a joke which, when it was told to me, involved apples instead of acorns and an arrogant academic instead of a travelling salesman, but it will do.

Ed Maskevich said...

Magritte did a painting of a pipe, the kind that people smoke. Carefully lettered on the painting was the message, "This is not a pipe." Of course it wasn't a pipe, it was a painting of a pipe. So, I guess that really isn't her husband.

Rethabile said...

I have tagged you with the Blogger Reflections Award. Thank you.

Susanna said...

that course sounds really interesting. Are you teaching?