I must have chosen Renaissance Man as a career option. I paint, draw, sculpt, write, and do photography.
Or put less charitably, "jack of all trades, master of none."
== Say in NOW, Say it LOUD, I'm a Hack, I'm not PROUD! ==
The joy of the creative life is there are no standards, no goals, no limits. Just do whatever you feel like doing to the fullest extent of your skills, facilities, faculties, and creativity.
Of course, it helps if everything is on hand, working, the Muse is making regular deliveries, and you're not tuckered or psyched out from your day job (or in my case, the overnight job).
I've been exhibiting at SF convention artshows since '76.
Starting in '86, I've been writing supplements for role playing games. You can find a list at http://www.pen-paper.net/rpgdb.php?op=showcreator&creatorid=2327
The best known is THE ULTIMATE POWERS BOOK, a treatise on comic book superpowers. You can find it on EBay or download it from the web.Â
As for photography, I'm using a 1976 Minolta SLR, a pair of 1.3 Mp Sanyo digital cameras, and an 8 Mp Canon S5. My computer is a HP Pavilion 4550Z, vintage 1999.
And I have webbed toes.
So does Dan Ackroyd, Madeline Stowe, and one of the Dixie Chicks. Ackroyd and I share the same attitude, "The toes prove I'm a mutant."
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Comments (3)
DaveF
Ah, youth! We had a carousel and monkey bars that were installed into an asphalt playground. No grass, no sand, no rubber padding... asphalt. I still have scars on my knees where little pebbles were embedded from the falls I took. When that happened, you went back into the school and the teacher or school nurse would clean the wound, put a band-aid on it, and send your little butt back outside. The point, here, is that I'm alive. I wasn't emotionally scarred for life because I wasn't bubble-wrapped and coddled as a youth. We were kids, we played hard, we got hurt sometimes. It built character and taught us what our limitations were and to be aware and respect things that could potentially cause us harm if we misused them. I refer to these as the "Good Ol' Days"! Thanks for the great images and the memories they sparked.
GreenSat
We had a third version of the carousel!!! No pushers needed!!! It used 'Pumpers!' There were three pumping mechanisms spaced every 120 degrees. They were each tied to an offset circle at the axis and pushing with the feet while pulling with the arms at the 3 pumping stations provided the energy reqired to make the thing spin. Speed was only limited by the friction of the bearings at the axis and the weight of the cargo which the big kids at the pumping stations would attempt to minimize by producing speeds that would send the little kids, hanging on for dear life, flying in all directions!!! Ah! Such great memories!!!
ontar1
Excellent finds and outstanding captures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!