Art Magic

A nephew asked me what had become of some old art that I made into a t-shirt back in the 1980s.  Why did he care? It was more than nostalgia. He credits the shirt, rightly or wrongly, for conferring on him a special protective aura of "cool" that kept the predatory types in high school from victimizing him and his younger brother.

I've made many drawings over the years, and a few had dramatic consequences. But what could be better than creating a magical shirt that gave the wearer protection from high school knuckledraggers? Now THAT is the power of art.

Thin Line

Don Smith for School Board! Because Ignorance is a Critical Element of Education!

The Alaska Legislature, All Republican, All the Time

Norwegian Blue Canary in a Coal Mine.

Meanwhile, Back at the Top of the Food Chain...

Start the Iditarod in Fairbanks???

Hell NO! I have a better idea...

Eyesore With Eagles- Shirtless in Sochi

Book Cover for "Plague Babies" an Uncompleted Novel

We all know about writer's block, but what happens to all those books that are never written? They are stored in the Bibliotheque Ectoplasmique near the Catacombs under Paris. There they will moulder forever unless their would-be authors make a breakthrough. Thousands of unpublished manuscripts from children's lit to the trendy new section of unfinished graphic novels sit silently alongside unwritten masterpieces like "Plague Babies" which was started by several respected authors but never finished by any of them. Hours of operation are from 1:00 until 4:00 in the morning. If you go, don't look for your old unfinished novel, it's there and will break your heart.

Overlooked Alaska History: Collision with Western Canada

The land mass that forms the Alaska we know today used to lie just off the central coast of California. Dude! There, the balmy trade winds caressed the sun-kissed beaches and sparkling waters of the Great Land. Then, during the late Subcutaneous era, the entire shebang was wafted gently North by the Japanese Current, until it collided with the western edge of what we now realize is Canada, but at the time was thought to be Finland, or possibly one of the chillier regions of Spain. Fortunately, humanity had not evolved at that time, so nobody was hurt. We have been here ever since, but strangely, some maps insist we still float like Alcatraz off the California coast, forever superimposed on what should be a big blank spot.