July 24, 2008

Ham time

Make-shift studio time incorporates Jack's two favorite things: going topless and making faces in quick succession. He likes to cap off the session with a few pensive looks--his trademark--which he says gives the impression of depth.








Toddler antics

As if lifted from the pages of a Hemingway novel, Jack has been increasingly asserting his rugged individualism: hunting for bear on the local school playground, loitering in areas deemed unsafe for normal folk and returning home later and later into the night, usually dragging along his latest prize, whether a set of kickin' rims, an 8-point buck or some weathered, yellowed map that supposedly leads to Cortez's lost loot. They grow up so fast.



July 23, 2008

Toddler angst

Jack came home yesterday in police bracelets, attended to by two officers who said this marked his third run-in with law enforcement this month. Jack's illiteracy aside, the officers said, they had their doubts that he wasn't going out of his way to snub his nose at all forms of authority.


July 17, 2008

Jack's sidewalk gift

Jack says it's too hot to be productive. Hence, he's started a one-man club that's devoted to one thing: cheering on pedestrians. It was a banner day today, as Jack lifted the spirits of two dogs, a man carrying an empty gas canister and a pair of skateboarders. Jack was pleased with his day's work.



July 12, 2008

Caution: Baby at work

As per Jack's requests, GassyJacks will be undergoing some modifications over the next few weeks to expand its capacity to capture Jack's good works. Despite some minor kinks in the layout (particularly to the old posts), Jack says the end result will be worth the trouble.

July 10, 2008

Bigger blog

Jack asked for larger images on his blog. We complied.





July 7, 2008

Say cheese

Jack is learning to love the camera. That is when he isn't razzing it.






July 1, 2008

Lazy days

With summer's arrival, Jack finds himself out of work and somewhat idle. After a few minutes of hitting the phones, Jack tends to fold it up and head for his playthings. Sometimes he shares a paper-bag fitted bottle of Similac with Jazzeppi (the dog). Other times he just loiters outside the family's garage, eyes peeled for rival toughs spoiling for some action. But mostly he just kicks it old school out front, exchanging intricate hand shakes with the mailman. One thing's for sure: His kids will hear of the wild times back in the Summer of '08.