I wanted to call it the sketchening, but it doesn’t really feel like sketching when you do it on the screen of your iPod. A couple of weeks ago, I was having my biannual burst of renunciate enthusiasm, and I’d decided I was through with my iPod. Why am I compromising my monastic purity with all this worldly music, and giving myself testicular cancer by carrying this thing around in my pocket? It’s all a conspiracy, man!
So as a symbolic gesture of the explosive new beginning I expected for my practice, I decided to build a small rocket and send my iPod into orbit. But then I found out that building a rocket isn’t as easy as they made it out to be in October Sky, and if I remember the movie well, they never got anything into orbit, but instead accidentally caused a forest fire.
So it was back to the drawing board. But in the meantime I pulled all of my photos off of the thing so that, no matter what happened with my aeronautical dreams, my precious memories wouldn’t be vaporized in the stratosphere. So I’m sharing some little color sketches I did with only my eensy weensy finger.
P.S. Here’s a little linguistic tip. In France, wifi is pronounced weefee. But iPod is not pronounced eePod. And in my experience, saying eePod will draw some pretty sardonic looks. Be warned.