I got a new hoodie this week. It’s got a lining and is ridiculously heavy and warm. Not exactly the lightweight fall outerwear I was hoping for, but comfy nonetheless.
I grabbed the deluxe edition of Bob Dylan’s Another Self Portrait, the latest in the Bootleg Series of previously-unreleased material from across his career. As the comic points out, this particular collection covers everything from 1967 (the year of John Wesley Harding) to 1972 (the year before Dylan did the soundtrack to Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid). It’s an interesting collection, covering (as the title suggests) a bunch of stuff from one of Dylan’s most challenging albums, Self Portrait. The usually more stripped-down arrangements of the alternative versions presented here make for a unique listening experience, one much more in line with the sound Dylan had toyed with on John Wesley Harding and Nashville Skyline.
And that’s your daily dose of Dylan data.
Just a quick self portrait in a more detailed or realistic style than normal. Trying out a new stylus I got today from a Kickstarter campaign I backed a few months ago. Pretty pleased with the smoothness of it, and the timing was nice, too, since my old stylus has been feeling a little off lately (the rubber of the tip has broken down and cracked, it seems).
So I’m a bit sick today (and yesterday as well, come to mention it), and I wasn’t really all that aware when I got up this morning to get ready for work. I grabbed a dark t-shirt that I was reasonably certain was just solid black (I own, like, three shirts of this nature, so there was a good chance), grab the button-down shirt I was going to wear (black with pinstripes), and head off to work (yes, I was also wearing pants and shoes and such. Those articles of clothing aren’t really relevant to the discussion here). I went through most of the day in a haze, though at one point I did notice that the t-shirt seemed a bit faded or off-color somehow. It wasn’t until the end of the day that I realized it was because I had put on a navy blue t-shirt instead of a black one.
Yes, truly this is the worst thing that has happened in the history of ever: a guy who doesn’t really give two shakes of someone else’s leg made a fashion faux pas. And then blogged about it. Twenty-first century, everyone!
Today marks the 50th sketch I’ve drawn for the Sketch a Day project. In honor of that, it’s on a larger piece of paper (from one of my sketch pads) instead of an index card. It features my usual avatar, plus two characters from my now-defunct comic strip, Crooked Halo (I don’t currently have access to the archives, or else I’d have linked to them. I keep hoping someday Adam will either grab the dimbulbcomics.com domain name back, or will at least get rid of the redirect that points our Comic Genesis site there. I’d do it, but I’m pretty hopeless with html). The shoulder angel is Earl, the Archangel, possibly the least-effective guardian angel in the history of ever, while the shoulder devil is Tim Tation, the anthropomorphic personification of temptation. They’re a fun couple of characters to write, and if I ever did another comic strip (which, God willing, someday I will), they’re probably the two characters I’d choose to follow around.
Since we returned from Winter Break, the heater in my classroom has not worked. As I’m writing, it’s the first time since yesterday morning that it’s felt warm in my room, ’cause they finally just fixed the heating unit. Seriously, 55F is no temperature for a classroom.
Anyway, today’s sketch is me. Freezing. In my classroom. I’m a little upset with myself that I screwed up the shading/shadow on this one so bad; next time, I start with the base dark color for the clothes and then add shading in a darker tone. As it stands, it looks like I added weird highlights in all the wrong places. Ah well, we live and we learn.