Postcard sent to Ian Peter “Peeps” MacDonald, an old family friend.
His dad and my dad were great friends. Peeps has worn many hats over the years, currently he’s running a Scots Highland microbrewery in Lochaber. My favorite story of his is, he was the chap who started printing famous paintings onto fridge magnets, then selling them in museum shops.
Art museum fridge magnets are pretty ubiquitous now, they weren’t back then.
As for the actual drawing: For most of my career, I had no idea where it was all taking me. Would I stay in advertising? Would I be a cartoonist? A writer? An entrepreneur? A marketing consultant? Who the hell knew? Not me.
So thirty years into it, here I am, doing my thing. Drawing pictures for clients, or drawing pictures for myself and my friends. Writing the occasional piece of copy, simply because no one else on the team can do it as quickly or easily as I can. And that’s about it.
After much zig-zagging, it seems that I have arrived, after all. I know Peeps can relate.
Scottish Project #036 just landed in Copengen, none too worse for wear. Thanks, Martin for the photo!
Postcard sent to Sondre Lerche, the Norwegian musician and songwriter. I’ve been a fan of his music for many years. I don’t know him personally, but we natter a lot on Twitter.
Postcard sent to my second cousin in Edinburgh, Martha Courier.
Martha is Catriona Courtier’s daughter. Her gandmother and my grandmother were sisters. She and my first cousin, Catriona MacLeod are great pals. We both have strong connection to Stonyburn. She’s a lovely lass, a real sweetheart, and like her mum, a bit of a bolshie and a feminist.
“Meaning is a constellation”. As in, we get our sense of meaning from more than one source. From religion, from our families, from art, from political causes, from our work and careers, it’s never ending, it’s always mutating. And if we foolishly try to get it from just one source, religion, say, or career, or science, or worshipping some pop star, it starts drying up really fast.
This explains why The Bible has so many books: one book simply is not enough.
Postcard sent to my cousin, Marsalli MacLeod.
Marsalli MacLeod (or NicLeoid, to use the Gaelic Feminine), is the quintessential Highland lass. She grew up in Stathnaver with her sister, Catriona, after getting her PhD in Aberdeen, she now lives and works on the Isle of Skye. Her Facebook page is awash with photos of her climbing mountains and long distace road biking around the Scottish Highlands.
Like her sister, she taught herself to speak Gaelic (Our grandfather spoke Gaelic as a first language, but he didn’t pass it on to his sons), as an act of will.
When my father, William MacLeod, passed away in 2010, she flew over to West Texas for the memorial service. For the congregation she sang a Gaelic Lament, an old one that was actually called “The Lament of William MacLeod”, which pretty much blew everyone away, including me.
I sent her the “Taco” one as a wee reference to our short time in Texas together, as it were.
Neil was the top Internet-related journo in Scotland, back in the day, when he had the tech beat with The Scotsman Newspaper.
I met him a few years later when he was with The Guardian in London, and he was the first British newspaperman to publish my cartoons for a bit; this was back in 2001 or so.
Postcard sent to Andrew Flowerdew, an old Edinburgh friend. He’s s the younger brother of Dr. Rob Flowerdew, who I was dorm mates with back in school. I got to know Andrew more during my college years, mostly during the Edinburgh Festival, hanging out with Rob and Ross Kennedy (recipient of Scottish Project #008) in Rob’s basement flat in Great King Street.
“Flowerdew” is an old Norman name that came over from France (with Andrew’s ancestors and William The Conquerer in the Invasion of 1066), derived from “Fleur de Dieu”, i.e. Fower of God. Very fancy.
Postcard sent to Crinan Dunbar, an old school chum and now one of the owners of the Pitgeveny Estate in Elgin, Moray, near Inverness.
Everybody loves that gate. Everybody remembers playing with the big, red, lovely letters as children.
Postcard sent to Ewan McIntosh , a buddy from the early blogging days, now living in Edinburgh. He was known back then as an early innovator in the education space, and has done very well with it since then.
This postcard goes out to London-based Gia and Brian, one of my favorite couples.
Gia Milinovich is an old friend from my early UK blogging days, her husband, Professor Brian Cox is a well known pysicist who does a lot of TV shows and public lectures both in the UK and over here in the US. Both are real sweetheats and are sharp as nails.