With Everything That Has Happened To Me In My Life I Am No Longer Afraid, Fear Is Afraid Of Me. Illustrator

My hubby does this...being tall must be nice.

The Riker:

Lift leg over back of chair

Sit

Resume eye contact

Carry on the conversation as if you didn’t just sit down in the most boss way possible

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Time to redraw some borders to make it the Aesthetic states of America.

Alphabets taken from ‘Lettering for Schools and Colleges, For the Office and Workshop’ by Frank Steeley.

Published 1902 by G.W. Bacon.

Harold B. Lee Library 

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I’ll probably be doing this all day. (In two time zones!) Scroll on by if it drives you crazy. But it’s Greg’s birthday today. I’ve always “enjoyed” ELP, (I knew all of their albums in HS and wore out my LP of the then brand new “Love Beach” and played the cassette repeatedly in my car at top volume... “Taste of My Love” was an aphrodisiac for this HS girl) but for some reason, I grew obsessed with them during lockdown. Particularly Greg. I was fortunate enough to see him with Emerson Lake and Powell in the 80s (with both my mother and mother-in-law who were drooling over Keith, lol) I saw ELP in the 90s, and Greg with Keith later in that decade. (And Carl with ASIA and his ELP Show.) I’ve become an amateur expert and sleuth over everything Greg since March. I love every crabby look, every velvet jacket, every close-up eyelash photo and shaggy hair and bare chest picture. I love him as a beautiful child and as a handsome father and with Regina, his lovely wife. I love his sexy pictures and his pictures with his family. I love the audio files (thank you to all of you Tumblr peeps who share them!). His voice is better than chocolate. His giggles make me shiver. And oh...the gifs! No one in the universe looks as sexy with a cigarette in his mouth! He’s the most adorable racecar driver, ever. His hands, alone, make me melt into a puddle. And when he gets into his “bass face”...holy crap. I’m done. So...I’m going to try to honor him in a respectfully obsessive way, today with lots and lots and lots of pictures. In no particular order....Happy Birthday Mr Lake. I hope your family is able to have some peace on this day. I miss your voice and your face and your music. A lot.