born July 11, 1913 in Chicago, Illinois
In 1927 he studied at the Art Institute of Chicago with J. Allen St. John, who inspired him with an interest in science fiction and fantasy art. He later studied at the American Academy of Art in Chicago.
From 1939 to 1942 he worked in Haddon Sundblom’s busy art studio, where he happened to pose for Sundblom’s original painting of the Quaker Oats man, then served in the Army for the duration of WW2.
After the war he worked as a staff artist at the Chicago-based publishing house, Ziff-Davis, and painted covers for their pulp magazines Amazing, Fantastic Adventures, Imaginations, Imaginative Tales, Mammoth Detective, and Mammoth Western.
Rick Bernstein has been a yoga/ meditation teacher in Honolulu for thirty-eight years. Almost every day he swims down from Waikiki’s local beach, Kaimana, out and down to the church. Often is he accompanied by a pod of dolphins, or turtles. It was just his birthday!
Streams of bubbles pour back from my hands as they knife through the glassy ocean surface. Extended arms pull flexed hands down across the middle of my body and out to the hips, only to emerge from the warm water to make another rotation. This hypnotic propulsion continues for about 75 minutes as I swim the two plus mile ocean course from Kaimana Beach to Waikiki and back five to six times a week. The Tibetan mantra, Om Mani Padme Hum, rolls in the mind, an endless loop synchronizing my stroke.
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Located in the Lesser Antilles of the Caribbean, Martinique is an island for exploration, offering a chance to escape the walled off, all-inclusive resorts of Turks and Caicos and the Bahamas without compromising their livelihood. So, do yourself a favor by avoiding the Club Med, and rent a car so that you may experience the 436-sqaure-mile French region of beaches, volcanoes and jungles at your own leisure.
All I want is a little shack in baja on the water and a dune buggy. But not this concept by Rinspeed with a detachable beach blanket roof. I just want some old cage with knobby tires, like the one McQueen drove. And a beach where we’re safe to terrorize the dunes with the throaty growls of big bore engines.
This pool, lined with gold tiles, is inside of the St. Regis Lhasa Resort in Tibet. I still prefer the open ocean.