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Today Cat partied like it was 1622. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZPXl4_uEAa/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Why did the chicken cross the road? Transmundane Tuesday prompt from Carson Ellis. https://www.instagram.com/p/CTnapPCrSFY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

A brighter future. https://www.instagram.com/p/CW3-MPArl6W/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

I so enjoyed the inktober and now I am going to do whatever whatever for awhile. I grabbed a sketchbook off my shelf. The paper is thin and rough - bad for ink, but so nice for pencil. Will try to switch the gears now and go with a different feeling. Let's ouroboros together. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVvp-ZkrX2I/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

It takes two to tango. https://www.instagram.com/p/CW6bjBKPTLv/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Curl up with a good book. https://www.instagram.com/p/CYPbQ7xp8AD/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

THE HAT from Stories for Nighttime and Some for the Day by Ben Loory. "THE YOUNG MAN HAS NEVER BEEN AFRAID OF HATS before.." https://www.instagram.com/p/CgmCFiyu0oH/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

The Ox from Dialogues in Paradise by Can Xue. It came again, butting and bumping against the wooden wall, making a loud noise. https://www.instagram.com/p/CikQ5dauStn/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Discombobulated. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cq3ov0dpaC3/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Kismet was very proud of her accomplishment in interior design.

It's a perfect day to spend all day on the phone. Call someone you love! For the young : to me the iconic phone is still the old phone with the cord.

Keep thinking about a story about Kismet (one of my cats) and Rocky (a friends dog I just met). I don’t know what they would both do in it, but there would be much shivering and tail wagging. Ps. Kismet is not fat. She is actually very svelte. But I had two blobs on my page and she was destined to be one of them https://www.instagram.com/p/C7mUq3BggSy/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Hail to the invisible cat. #cat #doodle #drawing

A friendly reminder. Just get it together! #dailydrawing #getyourshittogether

Jean-Paul Sartre (1905–1980) By the 1950s, too much work on too little sleep—with too much wine and cigarettes—had left Sartre exhausted and on the verge of collapse. Rather than slow down, however, he turned to Corydrane, a mix of amphetamine and aspirin then fashionable among Parisian students, intellectuals, and artists (and legal in France until 1971, when it was declared toxic and taken off the market). The prescribed dose was one or two tablets in the morning and at noon. Sartre took twenty a day, beginning with his morning coffee and slowly chewing one pill after another as he worked. For each tablet, he could produce a page or two of his second major philosophical work, The Critique of Dialectical Reason. The biographer Annie Cohen-Solal reports, “His diet over a period of twenty-four hours included two packs of cigarettes and several pipes stuffed with black tobacco, more than a quart of alcohol—wine, beer, vodka, whisky, and so on—two hundred milligrams of amphetamines, fifteen grams of aspirin, several grams of barbiturates, plus coffee, tea, rich meals.” - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey #dailyrituals #inktober #jeanPaulSartre @masoncurrey

George Balanchine (1904–1983) Balanchine liked to do his own laundry. “When I’m ironing, that’s when I do most of my work,” he once said. The choreographer rose early, before 6:00 A.M., made a pot of tea, and read a little or played a hand of Russian solitaire while he gathered his thoughts. Then he did his ironing for the day (he did his own washing too, in a portable machine in his Manhattan apartment) and, between 7:30 and 8:00, phoned his longtime assistant for a rundown of the day’s schedule. - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey “I like to do things certain ways and I disagree with everybody but I don't even want to argue.” ― George Balanchine #dailyrituals #inktober #balanchine @masoncurrey

P. G. Wodehouse (1881–1975) Once, when he was beginning a Wooster-Jeeves novel, he experimented with using a Dictaphone. After he had dictated the equivalent of a page, he played it back to check it over. What he heard sounded so terribly unfunny that he immediately turned off the machine and went back to his pad and pencil. After this, according to the biographer Robert McCrum, “he might snooze a bit in his armchair, have a bath, and do some more work, before the evening cocktail (sherry for her, a lethal martini for him) at six, which they took in the sun parlour, overlooking the garden. - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey “He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.” ― P.G. Wodehouse #dailyrituals #inktober #PGWodehouse @masoncurrey

Patron Saint of Lost Keys and Small Things. Reminded me of this poem by Elizabeth Bishop. One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

If this isn't nice, what is? - Kurt Vonnegut - and me. Me too. #dailydrawing

Packing is hard!

Liked by johntmealy and meanwhileplaces's profile picture meanwhileplaces Superstition : Fishing. One of the strangest sea fishing superstitions says that if a fisherman and his wife have a quarrel and fight just before he goes to sea then he can expect a good catch. The argument though, must develop naturally, and not be staged deliberately, and if a man actually draws blood from his wife then he can expect an especially large haul. From "A DICTIONARY OF OMENS AND SUPERSTITIONS" by Philippa Waring