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come on, turn up the sun

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When it gets hot in Davis, it gets very very hot. It hit over a hundred degrees today, and we haven’t had rain since oh before you were born. I am not looking forward to July; that’s when the Central Valley simply redefines hot. It is not a fun place to be.

greenhouse effects

And so I went out in it to draw. There was a breeze, albeit a hot breeze. I had promised myself it would be a drawing day, and so lunchtime I went to the arboretum, found a shady spot, and drew the greenhouse. I’m sure I want to say somehing about the greenhouse effect, but I won’t, I’m too hot.

In other news: I was sad to hear that Celtic legend Tommy Burns had died aged only 51. Gordon Strachan’s tribute was sad too. This a day after their rivals Rangers lost in the UEFA Cup Final. Not a happy time for Scottish football. 

stop dreaming of the quiet life

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stop dreaming of the quiet life

What a great week for british football, what a bad week for the labour party, what a terrible week for London. Now let’s see how many election promises boris can break (banning bendy buses? you are, as they say, avinalarf, intya). My own week started off badly; After a sad rescue attempt, I finally abandoned the bike, being unable to move the back wheel at all. I felt very sad, like I was shooting my horse or something. None of my tools could fix it (yes, I have the odd tool). Then a bird pooed on my new trousers and favourite shirt. I’ve also been off drawing, just haven’t been able to do it, partly just bored with the same trees at lunchtime, partly head interior all fuzzy. Hey, it’s May; funny how that happened so quickly.

This is the back of my building at work, lunchtime today, from a bench. I will draw in colour again, I promise.

tombé en panne

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G & 4th, davis

Today was very hot in Davis; not good for allergies, not good if you hate bugs, not good for redheads like pete. After spending the morning playing guitar to the baby I decided to get out on the bike to draw. My bike, however, did not think so. After twenty minutes, on the bike path, it just died; the back wheel refused to spin. I wrestled with it in the heat for an hour, getting filthy, before taking it to a bike shop, where they apparently fixed it by turning a nut with a wrench. Ok, thanks, yes I tried that with my bare hands, that might have been the problem. I cleaned up, and finally got to draw something, choosing a particularly nondescript corner, in fairly nondescript sepia, because I was in a mood.

I then got on my bike to go home. And after ten minutes, the chain went, and then five minutes later the back wheel stopped again, stopped like a french worker in striking season (that’s about this time of year, usually). I had to abandon it, I had no phone with me, there were no payphones, and so I walked home defeated in the heavy heat.

I think the phrase is ‘Bugger’.

no colours any more

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no colours any more

The silo, yet again, at lunchtime, encore une fois, in sepia, for a change, today. Hey. it’s at a slightly different angle. I sat on my little stool beneath a tree (it was a lovely sunny day). The last time I drew it though (a month ago, in sepia) the tower was bare, now it is full of leaves and a luscious summery green (um, as you can see in this very brown picture).

Brown…when I was a kid, I used to think Bran Flakes were actually called Brown Flakes, because they were brown, and we were from London, that’s how you say it. Bran Flakes.  Similarly, whenever Americans would talk of what we know as cling-film, Saram-Wrap, I thought it was called Surround-Wrap (again, makes sense, ‘cos it saraands it), because my accent said so. Quite a surprise when I found out. Maybe my way makes more sense. 

sitting in his nowhere land

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nice place

The last, or the 24th if you prefer, of the You See Davis word/image unrelations. It has been fun. I will do more, similar things of equal unimportance. There may be slight differences. Rounded edges, perhaps.

This could be anywhere.

But it’s the large metallic window-sparse building called the ‘Death Star’ locally. I don’t know why; it’s not round, it has no superlaser, as far as I’m aware it has the ability to process a lot of paperwork but not yet functional to destroy planets, and I think its exhaust pipes are a little better protected. Maybe the locals know something I don’t? Tractor beams? There are a lot of farmers here…

modern love walks on by

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it got very hot today in Davis – 88, 90 degrees? felt like more – and in the afternoon I went cycling, and drew this house on B street. So hot for April, when in England I hear it’s raining. Rain? Is that the one where the water falls out of the sky?

we need to talk

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something important

The 22nd of the You See, Davis series (see the rest here); this 24-pic davis-themed series will end soon, and has been a little slow in completing lately, but has so far gone from autumn to spring.

If you eat out in America, you may know this feeling. You’re in the middle of a sentence, when “So how is everything today?” inserts itself rudely across the table. You’ve just taken your second large bite of your roast chicken, when “would you like to see the dessert menu today?”. “Can I get you a refill on that?” after two sips of a diet coke. See that’s not good service, good service is knowing when not to butt in.

‘roads’? we don’t need ‘roads’

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So you thought Davis was just a bunch of trees, bikes, professors and cows did you? (Admittedly famous cows, with windows in their stomach) And liberal-leaning tofu-munching ex-hippies? Yes, yes, I’ll give you that, it is all of those things. But it’s also home to the flying car. Oh yes, Back to the Future II here we come, and it’s all starting in flat old Davis. I saw this news article on the BBC website and thought, great scott, this is really heavy. I like the idea of flying cars, but I hate the idea of flying drivers. No, I’m not sure this will work.

Hoverboards, on the other hand…

Originally posted at 20six.co.uk/petescully