Last Sunday evening, the Mrs. and I sipped wine and doodled burlesque model, Kristen Minsky, at the Philadelphia chapter of Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School. Half of us vectorized and colorized our doodles.

Here’s everything you never wanted to know I knew about the American education system. Read it over and submit a three-page report by Tuesday.

• A Manifesto (It’s admittedly involved)
• A Proposal (How I believe I’d be able to address some of the issues I outlined, on a small scale)
• A Student Editorial (A high school senior’s perspective on some of the principles I’m championing)
• An Open Letter (The state of things in our district)
• Kids on Testing

One out of every five DJs suffers from osteoporosis.

One night I had a dream.
I dreamed I was walking along the beach with my Wife
and across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints,
one belonged to me and the other to my Wife.
When the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that many times along the path of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest
and saddest times in my life.
This really bothered me and I questioned my Wife about it.
“Wife, you said that once I decided to marry you,
you would walk with me all the way,
but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life
there is only one set of footprints.
“I don’t understand why in times when I needed you most,
you should leave me.”
My Wife replied, “My precious, precious husband,
I love you and I would never, never leave you
during your times of trial and suffering.
“When you saw only one set of footprints,
it was then that I cleaned up your filthy set.

Words are flowing out
Like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe

Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai Guru Deva, om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world

Images of broken light
Which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe

Thoughts meander like a restless wind
Inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe

Jai Guru Deva, om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of earth
Are ringing through my open views
Inciting and inviting me

Limitless undying love
Which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai Guru Deva, om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world

Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva

– John Lennon

Public school education is in critical condition… and private corporations are circling above. Take a gander at one of my courageous colleague’s take on “The Common Core Kool-Aid.”

Hug don’t drug.

A digital doodle for a digital world.

Last Friday evening, an old man covered Old City with old artwork. Check out the photos on Flickr or Facebook.

These gigantic works celebrate life, community and mortality. They’re literally and figuratively very heavy.