I have not, as you may notice, done any work on my site, although I managed to cobble together an On Display collab Sunday. You only get so many bye's in OnDisplayLand and I've used all mine up. One more miss and I'm history and I was thinking about becoming history and who I might have to contact when an idea struck. On Display is a good group and I like doing the collabs, but sometimes I find it hard to start. They don't ask for much, a couple of words that need only vaguely relate to the current month's subject, but they're big on deadlines. I don't work well with or without deadlines.

I mentioned sometime back that I was taking an Illustrator class. I took this picture of the student sitting beside me on the last day and I thought I might make a suggestion to any males out there who are young, in school and attending class. There were perhaps six young women in the Illustrator class, all of whom were attractive. The rest were men, mostly younger men, and very few of them had the good sense to sit down next to one of these women. The lady in the picture (we got to talking, she was curious about my camera) had been a news anchor for a number of years with a Korean television station and was now enrolled in the San Francisco State graphics program. The picture does not do her justice. Youngsters, men, students: sit down next to the good looking women. They don't bite. Maybe they will find you cloddish and stupid, but then again, maybe they won't, and you only need a few "maybe they won'ts" to get by in this life.

Did I know this when I was in school? No, not really. I don't expect anyone reading this to take it to heart and then actually do anything about it. But here I am, an old fart with a camera, and I'm the guy sitting next to the young television news anchor and the young men in the class are all sitting off by themselves playing with their computers.

Then again, maybe they were an unusually cloddish lot. The young woman made it a point to sit down next to me when the class had begun filling and to ask about the camera and what it was I did for a living. I'd been wondering why none of the young men had thought to ask. They were all looking or going to be looking for employment in web graphics soon and here is this old guy with a camera taking the class with them. Who in the hell was he? Just for the hell of it, check the guy out to see if he can help you in the job market. Maybe there's so many web jobs out there today they don't have to worry, but I doubt it. Graphics was always a tough gig to get into. The young ex-television anchor woman (trained as an actress, by the way, not as a journalist) was smart enough to find out who I was and what I did and whether or not, I suspect, I might have been of any use to her. Turns out I wasn't. No harm done. I should have taken more pictures.