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It is an hour away from Tuesday.

I'm looking at the workload-list in front of me and I am already tired.

Funny, I thought having no Globe assignments would make the load lighter.

I guess they never really promised that.

Ha. Ha. Ha.
(sarcastic laughter)

I found this Xeroxed page when I was cleaning up my drawers:

Violinist Itzhak Perlman, stricken with polio as a child, has braces on both legs and walks with aid of crutches. Gaining the stage, he must reach his chair, set down his crutches, and undo the clasps on his legs before he can play.

On 18 November 1995, during a concert at the Avery Fisher Hall in New York, one of the strings of his violin broke. Undaunted, he closed his eyes and signaled the conductor to continue. Recomposing the piece as he played, changing and compensating note after note, bar after bar, he coaxed sounds from the remaining strings that they had never made before.

Finishing the performance to screams of applause, he waited a moment before saying quietly, “Sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can still make with what we have left.” From Jim Aitchison’s CUTTING EDGE RADIO


To still make music, make art, write stories with what you have left. The task applies to both work in the agency and what I try to do with my comic books. Sometimes we don't have enough time, not enough money, not enough people, and yet we find ways to get the job done. That's when our creativity really shines.

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