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For some reason or other - I'm drawing and painting people I see on the subway from memory. I'm calling it the subway series. I see the person on the ride to work or on the way home, take a mental snapshot. Then draw them when I get home, and paint them later.

I'm enjoying it. I tell people about it - and they suggest I sell the paintings. I've never tried to sell a painting, nor has my father, or anyone in the immediate family. My Aunt does sell her work - but she also has a degree in it. I'm from a family of artists, half are artists, the other half are engineers. It's a toss-up on which group is the most successful. Artists are sometimes a little bit more resourceful and clever in finding day jobs than engineers who are focused on careers.

Why is it that everything we do - folks feel the need to place a price tag on it?

"Oh, you wrote a book? Is it published? What is it about? Where can I get it? How many copies did you sell? How much did it cost?"

"Oh you drew a picture or painted something? Can I buy it? Are you selling it? You should do that!"

Sigh. Has no one ever heard of doing something just for fun? Just because you enjoy it? Do you get paid to play video games? Or write fanfic? Or create fan art?
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Started listening to Bryan Cranston's (Walter White of Breaking Bad) autobiography entitled, A Life in Pieces - it's interesting. Far more interesting than Spare - partly because Cranston isn't whiny, and has done more interesting and varied things. Prince Harry and his family are, a bit, boring and bratty. (I really don't like the British Royal Family - and I may be among the few people on the planet who did not like Princess Diana. I still think she was a narcissistic twit who was hounded to death by the press.)

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Babs was surprised that I continue to have empathy for BYT. "How you can continue to feel empathy for someone who hurt you as badly as she did, is beyond me."

Me: I can feel empathy for people I hate.

I take after my mother in this way. We managed to feel pity for the Doofus.
I've always been able to see more than one side to every argument. It makes for a very confusing life.