As I've mentioned, I'm participating in The Sketchbook Project. When I received my blank sketchbook in the mail, I was horrified over the tissue thin paper and flimsy construction. It has the kind of paper that bleeds through to the other side when the slightest brush of an ink pen is used on it. Being a paper snob, I was mortified. Instead of tossing the cheap little thing into the recycling bin and walking off in a huff, I decided to see how far I could push the paper until it begged for mercy. Surprisingly, the scrappy little sketchbook has held up well under my relentless abuse. I've drenched the thing in watercolor, acrylics, and gesso and it just sits there and takes it. I shouldn't have judged it so harshly. I'll post the pages soon. Above right: Frank Chu, one of my favorite San Francisco eccentrics. Left: A couple of hipsters taking a smoke break on Market Street.