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A SAWING sound, and the flash of a tiny handsaw, come from the interior of a ripe PUMPKIN. With a PLUNK! sound the PUMPKIN’s SAWED-OUT RIGHT EYE hits the TABLE. More SAWING and PLUNK!s come as the PUMPKIN’s LEFT EYE, NOSE and MOUTH are carved. Lastly the PUMPKIN’s NOTCHED TOP is carved and pushed out.

A HARPY, modified from myth to fit inside the PUMPKIN and wied the SAW, jumps out of the PUMPKIN, strikes a LOUNGING POSE, and declaims the PUNCHLINE, which is “Harpy Halloween!”

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Happy Halloween to all my READER FRIENDS, be they from CHINA, THE UNITED STATES, FINLAND, TRINIDAD and TOBAGO, AUSTRALIA, CANADA, ISRAEL*, SINGAPORE, or any other location OUTWARD.

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*Make Peace! Free Palestine! Heal the wounds of War! Please!!

I’ve been working on a larger-scale drawing for a couple of weeks now.

It is ambitious and sloppy at this stage. When I draw quickly it is more improv then plan, but the several acrostics do impose a sequence and a structure.

I am enjoying the different compositions that occur when I crop off details and photoedit them. They seem to evoke unsolved mysteries.

Even when the drawing is finished, the mystery of what is beyond the border will remain. That’s Life, my friends.

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It had been bugging me that I hadn’t done a segment of my n.e.s. series for a long time, so here we are. Again we see Good Idea, Slapdash Execution, but I kind of like the primitivity this time.

The “Gare Bear Lines” emblazoned on the plane is an inside joke for those co-workers, starting with Katie Hoffman and most recently with LaShawna Douglas-Muhammad, who call me Gare Bear (or Gair Bear, as some would have it)–I am grateful for their easy-going affection. If I ever own an airplane something like this will be going on the fuselage.

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A long time ago I read “At the Core,” a story by science-fiction author Larry Niven. (Fate-of-the-galaxy spoiler alert.) His protagonist Beowulf Schaeffer was hired by an alien race to pilot a superfast spacecraft to the galactic core. As Schaeffer gets closer he sees a lot of radiation. And as he gets closer yet he discovers that the galaxy is exploding, and in about 25,000 years the deadly radiation chain reaction will reach what is called “known space,” where humans and all aliens that humans have encountered dwell. Soon after Schaeffer reports this to his alien employers, the entire alien race prepares to leave the Galaxy. Schaeffer at first shrugs–who cares about 25,000 years from now?–but then wonders if the aliens, who are considered cowardly, might not be more courageous than we are. At minimum they recognize without denial the danger that they must face, and the sooner the better. Niven ends the story by having Schaeffer think, “Maybe it is the humans who are the cowards–at the core.”

The phrase “train wreck” now seems to apply more to people and situations than trains. Early in my restaurant days a manager used it to describe the trail of maple syrup I’d negligently created that went all the way from the host stand to the dish pit. What a mess!!

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