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#1. Goodbye 01
75 3823 Apr 01, 2001
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#2. Goodbye 02
85 3286 Apr 02, 2001
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#3. Goodbye 03
70 3354 Apr 03, 2001
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#4. Goodbye 04
65 3241 Apr 04, 2001
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#5. Goodbye 05
82 3348 Apr 05, 2001
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#6. Goodbye 06
85 3074 Apr 06, 2001
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#7. Goodbye 07
78 3297 Apr 07, 2001
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#8. Goodbye 08
73 3105 Apr 08, 2001
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#9. Woe to the Vancouver Arts Scene
68 3240 Jun 27, 2006
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#10. Give it up for Guns
50 3204 Jun 28, 2006
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Working on a special drawing or my page 100 winner.
New page almost ready for posting for Teach English In Japan.
Ok I’m pretty happy with this one.
Working on my commission for the fundraiser.
Here’s a giant to help promote the Giants of Main Street fundraiser. You could own this original art print if you donate now. We also are offering custom character sketches from our members. So please visit the site and donate today!
Page 90! The countdown to page 100 begins! I feel like I should have some kind of event for page 100. Watch this space for details.
I think this scene really sums up a lot of the dynamic between the company and the staff, as well as the professionalism of our meetings ![]()
I never had a twelve hour day, but I’d believe it if a company asked someone to work one. In general I found head office had some pretty unrealistic expectations of it’s staff. Though I find that phenomenon is not limited to the shores of Japan.
Ken isn’t much of a team player I suspect. I never had a schedule this bad, but classes did seem to get moved just as arbitrarily.
I’m finally posting a bit early these days, hopefully I’ll have things scheduled and lined up for the weeks I’ll be moving and conventioning in Seattle.
If you are in the Seattle area and plan to attend Emerald City, please come by the Cloudscape booth at 1109!
cheers,
Jeff
The widget on the site seems to be down. Here is the latest page.
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral”
(source: npr)
“We who mourn continue the heat of our own lives”. Damn.
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