

Here is a pink San Diego Charger. The art was done for Howie Rosen at the San Diego Reader. The work is scheduled to run as the November 3 cover.
Fragments float around the mind in a fuzzy focus of fog on the sea of consciousness. No complete sentences or thoughts. Just pieces bobbing together. They drift in and out until one of them screams for immediate attention. Then the body acts. The emergency subsides. Now go back to enjoying the flow.
The ghosts orange of October haunt me inside and out. There is so much to keep up with. I want to hide under the covers and just sleep. But the outside world calls with it demands, I answer for I know that not doing so brings pain. Awake.
We learned a new work attitude and philosophy called”Fish” at a company meeting held near the ocean in Newport Beach, CA. The philosophy is about having fun and making someone’s day by throwing metaphorical (or real) fish at them. It’s ok to throw the fish as long as you choose your attitude; Smiling good, frowning bad.