A Look Back at Take On Me

 Embedding some clips from the stellar 80s classic by Aha:

a-ha - Take On Me -Clip from TV show performance:

They don't make music like this anymore. pic.twitter.com/DDAjdGrUTs

— The Best (@Thebestfigen) May 6, 2025

a-ha - Take On Me (Official Music Video):

a-ha - Take On Me (Live From MTV Unplugged):

a-ha - Take On Me (Live in Berlin, July 2005)

a-ha performing at Live 8 in Berlin at Siegessäule on the 2nd July, 2005. Organised by Sir Bob and The Band Aid Trust to raise money to fight poverty around the world, the event was viewed by around 2 billion people. Subscribe to the channel to stay up to date with all new releases.

Revisiting the Good Doctor

 

Ink, Marker & Color Pencil Fan Art of Doctor Strange I made as a teen.

Inspired by the embedded Twitter post below, I bring out a sketch I made many years ago of one of my top favorite Marvel Comics characters. Great summation below of the unique and stellar creative efforts of the team who brought Doctor Strange to life in the pages of Strange Tales. Of course the inimitable art by Steve Ditko deserves the lion share of the credit.

Steve Ditko’s Dr Strange run was what sucked me into Comic Book History. The inter-dimensional exploration of the metaphysical mind, was a revelation in comics. Although we had Mandrake and Zatara, Ditko thought completely outside of the box to arrive at the exquisite… pic.twitter.com/PvRD8p7oPf

— Alex Grand (@Comichistorians) May 3, 2025

Ever Been to Baden, Austria?

Baden, Austria, is a charming historic resort town located just south of Vienna, renowned for its natural hot springs and elegant atmosphere. For centuries, it has been a popular destination for rest and relaxation, attracting nobility, artists, and visitors seeking wellness. Among its cultural highlights is the Beethovenhaus, the apartment where Ludwig van Beethoven spent several summers and composed parts of his Ninth Symphony. The town also features the renowned Casino Baden, one of Europe’s grandest and most beautiful casinos, adding to its reputation as a refined leisure destination. Today, Baden continues to blend its rich cultural heritage with modern comforts, offering visitors a unique and relaxing experience. I spent most of a day there a few years back. I was impressed by the park surrounding the Casino with a remarkable statue that I explain below. 

Also, scroll down to see a link to more photos from my trip there that show Beethoven's apartment where he stayed when he would visit there and work on his music compositions.

“Nude Rider” by Josef Müllner in the park next to the Baden Casino.
It might be a warning to Casino goers not to gamble & lose all their money!

The Nackter Reiter (Naked Rider) is a bronze sculpture by Austrian sculptor Josef Müllner, located in the Kurpark of Baden bei Wien, Austria. Created between 1908 and 1910, it depicts a nude young man riding a Percheron horse. The rider’s pose is dynamic yet harmonious, with one hand resting confidently on the horse’s hindquarters and the other raised to shield his eyes, as if scanning the horizon. Both horse and rider face the same direction, conveying unity and shared focus, with the horse’s laid-back ears suggesting attentiveness to the rider.

The sculpture stirred controversy at the time of its creation due to its nudity, reflecting the era’s prudish sensibilities. Plans to install it in Vienna, first at Lothringerstraße/Pestalozzigasse and later near the French Embassy at Schwarzenbergplatz, were blocked by local authorities who deemed it a “danger to public morals.” Eventually, it found a home in Baden’s Kurpark, acquired by the Moderne Galerie (now part of the Belvedere Museum’s collection).

Müllner, born in Baden in 1879 and active until his death in 1968, was known for his neoklassizist style and fascination with human-animal symbiosis, a theme evident in the Nackter Reiter. The work showcases his skill in capturing natural movement and anatomical detail, influenced by his studies of animals, including consultations with the director of Vienna’s zoological garden. The sculpture’s patination, done by Robert Pfeffer at the Erzgießerei AG Wien, enhances its tactile quality.

The Nackter Reiter also carries cultural weight. Financed by a wealthy patron, possibly industrialist Karl Wittgenstein, it was exhibited at the Vienna Secession in 1909, where it drew attention for its bold form and mythic resonance, evoking classical figures like centaurs or Chiron. Its placement in Baden, Müllner’s hometown, ties it to the region’s artistic heritage, though it remains a quieter testament to his legacy compared to his more famous works, like Vienna’s Lueger Monument.

Today, it stands as a striking piece in the tranquil Kurpark, inviting reflection on the interplay of human and animal, freedom and restraint, and the tensions between art and societal norms. If you’re visiting Baden, it’s worth seeing for its craftsmanship and the story it tells about early 20th-century Austria.

Below is a 3D interactive scan of “Nude Rider”

Nackter Reiter by noe-3d.at on Sketchfab

A view of the Casino complex at Baden which has been a resort town for generations.

If you're interested, I have made a public album of photos from my visit to Baden a few years ago.

When 70s Era Pre-AI Gibberish Burst on the Pop Charts

From the episode of "Formula Due" aired on December 8, 1973, an interpretation by Adriano Celentano of his famous "Prisencolinensinainciusol" in which he plays a professor who sings the song to his students.

The Rare Turtle of Willowshade Wood

In the early breath of spring, when the forest floor of Willowshade was soft with thawing leaves and the air smelled of earth and mystery, I had been listening to a podcast by a reptile expert named Tammy. Her voice, calm and sure, described a creature of mythic rarity—a turtle unlike any other—rumored to dwell beneath the mossy bones of old trees in the woods near my home.

Curious and quietly compelled, I invited DH, a fellow seeker and coworker, to come searching with me. We stepped into the woodland, past sleeping shrubs and bristling brambles, into the ancient green. There was something sacred about the silence there, punctuated only by the chatter of jays and the occasional snap of twigs underfoot.

After hours of wandering, we came upon a cluster of decomposing trees, collapsed atop stone slabs like the forgotten ruins of a secret temple. Beneath them was a dark hollow—more than a burrow, it seemed like a den carved with intent. I crouched, lifted my phone, and shone the flashlight into the gloom.

There it was.

A turtle emerged into the dim light, calm and unbothered, as if expecting us. It was no more than twenty centimeters long, with a shell of smooth, sandy beige edged in earthy brown. Strangely, tufts of fine hair adorned its back, and a furry tail followed behind. The turtle blinked once, slowly. It stepped into the light.

"Just like Tammy described," DH murmured. "Its head will change when it feels threatened. Watch."

The turtle paused. Its brow ridges began to inflate slightly, swelling as if breathing in presence. We watched, spellbound.

Suddenly, a stray cat padded into the clearing. The turtle, to our shock, sprang onto the cat’s back. The startled feline bolted into the underbrush, the turtle clinging tightly. DH and I gave chase, stumbling after them.

They raced toward a bluff, where the cat skidded to a halt and the turtle slid off, landing beside a pebbly patch at the bluff’s base. There, basking in the dappled light, was a lizard twice the turtle’s size. Its skin was rough and thorned like a horned toad, and its beak-like mouth opened with a hiss.

We froze, afraid for our little traveler.

But the turtle did not back down. It hissed in return, and a plate—like a crown of bone—rose from the ridges around its head, shielding its face and neck. It was a gesture of calm defiance.

The lizard hesitated. Then, without another sound, it scuttled away.

The clearing fell quiet. DH and I exhaled. The turtle turned back to us and blinked again. Then, as gently as it had arrived, it retreated into the stone-shadowed den.

We stood there for a long time, not speaking, unsure of what we’d witnessed—whether a creature of flesh or symbol, miracle or message. But we knew something rare had emerged from the forest that day—not just in the world, but in ourselves.

Note: The above story is based on a vivid dream I had recently. After writing my own detailed written account, I asked ChatGPT to fashion my description of the dream into a more engaging story.

FOTOR AI Samples

I find it fascinating to use pages from my sketchbooks as visual prompts for the FOTOR AI image generating App. I am impressed with the powerful image augmentation FOTOR gives me to make a variety of images based on both classic and modern styles. 

It's interesting to also note some limitations. For instance, FOTOR had trouble working with the features of the rotated face (top row, right side) on my original sketch. Even the standard Drawing Style filter would not render the rotated face completely. Some filters did better with the rotated face as you can see in the Watercolor style below.

In any case, I find the FOTOR app to be one of my favorite in fleshing out my sketch ideas or giving me an alternate look for my concepts.

Original Sketchbook Page

FOTOR App Caravaggio Style Filter

FOTOR App Monet Style Filter

FOTOR App Mini-Figure Style Filter

FOTOR App Drawing Style Filter

FOTOR App Watercolor (“Golden Hour”) Style Filter

The Trickster's Gold

 

Art created using Dalle-E through Chat GPT based on story prompts.

When I was a boy staying on my grandparents’ farm, my only companion was my dog, Skipper. With no other children around, we spent our days exploring the land together. One Summer afternoon, after a brief rain shower, we spotted a rainbow stretching across the sky. Its end seemed to vanish into my grandpa’s 80-acre wood, just beyond the cornfield.

Legends spoke of gold at the rainbow’s end. Without hesitation, Skipper and I raced toward the woods, eager to uncover the treasure.

As we entered the dense forest, an eerie feeling crept over me. Goosebumps prickled my skin. The sunlight barely filtered through the thick canopy, casting long, shifting shadows. Skipper’s hackles rose, and he let out a low, uneasy growl. Then, without warning, he lunged into a tangle of underbrush, teeth clamping down on something unseen.

A high-pitched cry rang through the woods. "Let me go!" the voice wailed.

I could barely make out a form struggling in Skipper’s grip. But as the dim light shimmered, faint rainbow hues flickered above us, and the outline of a tiny man in green took shape—a coat, buckled shoes, a hat tilted over fiery red hair. His emerald eyes blazed with fury.

“Tell your beast to release me! I beg of you!”

I knew immediately—Skipper had caught a leprechaun. And everyone knew the rule: catch a leprechaun, and he must reveal his gold.

"Not until you show me where your treasure is!" I demanded.

The little man thrashed and howled, tugging against Skipper’s iron grip. "Never!"

"Fine," I said, folding my arms. "Then Skipper and I will just stay right here—forever if we have to."

The leprechaun wailed, pleaded, and cursed, but Skipper held firm, his teeth locked onto the little man’s pant leg. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the creature slumped in defeat.

"All right! All right! Just make this beast let go!"

I hesitated. "How do I know you’ll keep your word?"

His eyes darted, desperate. "Here! A token of my promise!" He reached into his pocket and tossed two gold coins and a gleaming emerald into my hand.

The weight of the treasure was thrilling. I stared at it, mesmerized.

"Let him go, Skipper," I ordered, gripping the dog’s collar.

Skipper hesitated but obeyed. In the blink of an eye, the leprechaun vanished into thin air. His wild laughter echoed through the woods, growing fainter as it slipped into the wind.

My heart pounding, I uncurled my fingers to examine my reward.

Two acorns and a dried chestnut.

Skipper let out a soft huff, his eyes meeting mine as if to say, "I never would have trusted that fellow."

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!