July 5, 2005
July 8, 2005
Yes, it is true that I played four seasons with the Midwest Hurricanes.
And, yes, it is true that we were a bit of a thuggish team… but it was because we were all old guys trying to compete with twenty year olds.
Our team motto was “age and treachery beat youth and talent every time”.
But I see no reason for all the current media attention being focused on me, Hurricane Dennis. If I offended anyone during my playing time with the Hurricanes, I’m sorry. That was a long time ago. Please accept my apologies and move on.
I am begging the media, please drop all this Hurricane Dennis business and move on to something more important…
…like the current bad weather that seems to be headed our way.
July 25, 2005
I have been in Romania for the last couple of weeks. About forty other Americans and I went to six different villages to help with church work there. The Romanian people were so gracious to us. They made us feel very welcome. It was good to be with them. I notice that I am still speaking in short sentences. I am still talking as if an interpreter is going to translate for me.
The only real problem I encountered while there was the size of the coffee cups at the hotel we were lodged in. They were very small. At home I drink out of a Starbucks coffee mug that is the size of a small barrel. I knew the first day I was in trouble. There was no way I could consume enough coffee in these tiny tea cups to fight off the inevitable caffeine withdrawal mega headache that was undoubtedly headed my way.
The coffee was in a pump top decanter with a little tap on the front. I considered bending down and putting my mouth under the spicket and draining the coffee straight into my mouth while no one was looking. Fortunately, I restrained myself. While this may be perfectly acceptable at a Jones family gathering it was probably not the impression we want to leave the Romanian people of an American.
(It is difficult to explain to someone living in another country the difference between a normal American and a Brother Jones American with an impending caffeine withdrawal headache).
The good news is I caused NO INTERNATIONAL INCIDENTS THIS TIME
…that I am aware of…
(unlike the unfortunate Morocco situation from a few years ago) but we wont talk about that right now.
I took a lot of pictures while in Romania. You can see a few of my favorites in my Portfolio Section.
July 26, 2005
As if it were not bad enough that the grass took over our vegetable garden while we were away… now the grass is openly mocking me by growing on top of my riding lawnmower.
July 29, 2005
Sometimes you just have to stop, step away from the art disaster you are in the process of creating, forget about it, give it a little time, and then come back and try it again later.
This is an Indian from my sketch book that I really liked, so I painted it… but I just could not make it work. My first painted picture does not even look like an Indian. Nick called him Elvis. Sometimes paintings fall together for you, sometimes they dont. This one didn’t.
I had a little time late this afternoon and was flipping thru my watercolor sketch book when I came across this picture. I started to tear it out of the book because it is so embarrassing, but then thought, “I wonder if I can salvage this”. I scrubbed a bunch of it off, and worked some brighter colors into the background. I also widened the bridge of the nose and fixed a couple of other facial features.
When you are in the process of painting a disaster and have blown hours and hours into it, you are very hesitant to scrub away all those hours of work. But when you come back to it months later you dont remember all the time spent and can have more of a “go for it” attitude.
If you have the luxury of time, put away the problem painting and try it again later… much later.