old dog learns new trick
Man, I'm gonna miss our intern, Perry. He told me how to do this at lunch.
My guardian angel decided to give my brain a little nudge with a personal visit. My thoughts on a visual language to condense the mismash of flowcharts into a more understandable symbology have been suspended like bits of fruit in green jello, so to speak. After dropping Doug off at school I drove around looking for somewhere I could get a cappucino and a muffin to kill some time. I was to pick Doug up in a little less than two hours for his driving test at the DMV. I passed on several places in Santa Monica and Brentwood eventually settling on a Starbucks on Main in Venice. The seats were all taken except for one next to a guy who looked like a street person. I took it. His table was covered with colored markers and stacks of paper organized in manila folders. What looked like architectural renderings of floorplans turned out to be abstractions of words. He turned to me, held one up, and cackled. I could only do a Keanu Reeves, "whoa." He told me that for the last four months he was driven to draw words. He was a drifter in his mid-fifties living on the streets but with a new sense of purpose, to express the feelings inside of him through drawings of words. He said he didn't understand where this was all originating from or leading to but felt a compulsion to let it out through words like, Zuma, very nice, July (which looked like it was made of glass shards and lightning), art (which looked like a Calder mobile) all pretty random stuff. He sold some at a nominal price, others he gave away. He said he was suddenly getting more attention. The Starbucks we were in had contracted him to decorate the whole place with his word drawings. He had a feral look in his eyes but was lucid and a good listener. He looked me straight in the eye and said our meeting was no accident. He gave me a picture that is his interpretation of "world."
I've purchased the first articles of my Boeing uniform today, some dressy, some casual. I'm still on the fence about incorporating a bowtie. I like them but the dork factor raises the possibility of it not being taken seriously. What do you think? I haven't forgotten about the picture of my new moth/butterfly collection; my camera is at home. So, I'm off to the department store.