Your 134th favorite singer and good ol’ pal Jill has a side hobby: painting silly things.
These silly things are going to be featured in an art show in Philly’s Fishtown neighborhood this month, at the Philadelphia Book Company. Tonight (December 4th) is the art opening, and it’s all very exciting. Hard to believe something I created is going to be part of Philadelphia’s First Friday, which is the city’s monthly art loop.
If you don’t live in Philly, you can still check out the artwork by going to http://artwork.jillknapp.com. You can peruse the paintings (as well as some detail photography of classic cars– yet another hobby) and even buy a print if you want. Prints are cheap and they come in many sizes via speedy delivery, not unlike your mom. (I have no idea what that means.)
You may find it amusing that the name of the company I chose to host my artwork website is called smugmug.com. Yep. It’s true. You can’t escape the smug.
Beth Schenck, one of the amazing reed players and long time member of the Industrial Jazz Group has just posted some new music to her MySpace Artist page including:
- Wish or Wonder
- What Have You Taken
- Memory Misplaced
These thoughtful, pensive, and sweet tunes are more than worth checking out.
I swear, it wasn’t my idea…
Facial hair jokes: we can’t get enough of ’em. Sorry.
This one comes from the Blog of Christ, which as an agnostic I probably should have discovered a long time ago. It’s called “I Think It’s About Time I Lose the Beard”:
You know, it dawned on me recently that I’ve been rocking the same look for two millenia now, and never once considered a change.
Part of the reason was probably that you people love my long hair and beard look so much. Must be something appealing to you about the irony of worshipping a guy whose hair is a length forbidden by the most fundamentalist of you and whose beard makes him look like a homeless man you cross the street to avoid.
Majority of you Christians out there ignore the bulk of what I say anyway. You act like blessing those that curse you and turning the other cheek is some mamby-pamby hippy talk, not a decree from the Son of God. So maybe, you need a clean-shaven Lord and Savior to rail on you like a drill sergeant, and force some love, joy, peace, and patience down your throat.
So be it.
(Ya gotta click for the result.)