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Friends (no, really, I mean it),
I live on the Monterey Bay in California with my wife, our three cats, and a couple of horses. I love to surf, but it doesn’t pay too well. So I spent twenty seven and one-half years at Stanford University School of Medicine…doing what? Drawing pictures of brains, hearts, bones, kidneys, ureters, penises and vaginas, that’s what. A journalist friend profiled me in a small Palo Alto newspaper, and I jokingly told her that I had become a “famous crotch artist”. She quoted me in print.
Now I’m a Medicare guy about to become a Social Security guy, and I sometimes wonder if my life was well-spent. This morning a Duluth artist friend referred me to The Fourth Crown, and somewhere between the Discovery of Liquid Water in Minnesota and the Beer Pong something magical happened to me*. Your efforts, your creative work, has reaffirmed my belief that joy and play are absolutely essential for a decent and meaningful life. I believe people like you are among the only sane people on the planet. Trust me, I’m old enough to know that human beings are magnificently stupid…bless their hearts. Don’t get me wrong; I love God, my family and my friends, and I respect my clients. I have had a fine career, making my small but significant contribution to the creeping heap of Knowledge, but what I remember best are the ecstatic moments when, with trusted and like-minded colleagues, we peeled the corse bark of Bullshit off of the Holy Cow of Academia to reveal the sweet, succulent, naked fruit of…of…oh, dang it all, I just went blank. Shoot, I was on a pretty good run there, and my well just plain ran dry. I hate it when that happens, but what do you expect? I’m not a writer; I just draw pictures with a pencil. Well, OK, I use a computer too, but only if I have to.
Anyway, I hope you get my point. Keep doing what you’re doing. You guys are great!
Peace be with you,
Butch Colyear
*Then again, it could have been the caffeine
Friends (no, really, I mean it),
I live on the Monterey Bay in California with my wife, our three cats, and a couple of horses. I love to surf, but it doesn’t pay too well. So I spent twenty seven and one-half years at Stanford University School of Medicine…doing what? Drawing pictures of brains, hearts, bones, kidneys, ureters, penises and vaginas, that’s what. A journalist friend profiled me in a small Palo Alto newspaper, and I jokingly told her that I had become a “famous crotch artist”. She quoted me in print.
Now I’m a Medicare guy about to become a Social Security guy, and I sometimes wonder if my life was well-spent. This morning a Duluth artist friend referred me to The Fourth Crown, and somewhere between the Discovery of Liquid Water in Minnesota and the Beer Pong something magical happened to me*. Your efforts, your creative work, has reaffirmed my belief that joy and play are absolutely essential for a decent and meaningful life. I believe people like you are among the only sane people on the planet. Trust me, I’m old enough to know that human beings are magnificently stupid…bless their hearts. Don’t get me wrong; I love God, my family and my friends, and I respect my clients. I have had a fine career, making my small but significant contribution to the creeping heap of Knowledge, but what I remember best are the ecstatic moments when, with trusted and like-minded colleagues, we peeled the corse bark of Bullshit off of the Holy Cow of Academia to reveal the sweet, succulent, naked fruit of…of…oh, dang it all, I just went blank. Shoot, I was on a pretty good run there, and my well just plain ran dry. I hate it when that happens, but what do you expect? I’m not a writer; I just draw pictures with a pencil. Well, OK, I use a computer too, but only if I have to.
Anyway, I hope you get my point. Keep doing what you’re doing. You guys are great!
Peace be with you,
Butch Colyear
*Then again, it could have been the caffeine
Way to go 4th Crown! “Unbiased” news that further divides the community. Keep going!
can u bring back evan jones i miss his face he was super cute
Evan stop trolling your own site.