Greetings, earth beings.
Sitting in the sitting room at my house, listening to Echo & The Bunnymen on M & J’s record player. They’re in Santa California (So confused with every southern CA city…ever) right now for a wedding and I forgot I’d be str8 chillin’ here by myself this weekend! Which is rad! I’m naked and drinking a keg by myself!!! Just kidding.
It gets dark SO EARLY HERE. And is not light until 8 AM OR SOMETHING. This is not news to anyone but me, apparently. This morning at the farmers market I was wishing I had my headlamp.
Whew, what a crazy few weeks it’s been. Dear, dear sisterwifefriend Joanna came for a long overdue visit and we ate all of the food and biked all of the streets and drank all of the 64-oz tumblers of booze. It was very special to show her around the town, now that Portland is “the town.” Where I live.
My class is in full swing and IT IS SO GREAT I can’t stand it. I can’t even really BELIEVE IT. We have supportive critiques together and laugh and talk and everyone is starting to open up with each other, which is great, because I feel less like The One Who Always Has Something To Say when everyone else is crickets. There are so many magical times in this class when I step back and think, incredulously, “Is this real life? This is really happening? What a dream…”
I need a new job soon. Hire me!
I simultaneously love and hate the internet because it bridges all sorts of connections that otherwise probably wouldn’t be there (or as readily and easily), connections between other socially awkard?! comics artists and myself, and me to the Multnomah Public Library, and all of those good things, but then I get sucked into an internet hole for hours on end, and feel the oppressive guilt of Not Getting Any Thing Done come down, hard, and/or “not reading more books,” and then ice cream.
But, okay, I’m trying to post more current drawings, although the temptation is always strong to sit and pore through old/past journals whenever I dust off the ol’ scanner.
So please enjoy a couple from this past week.
I got more.
You know I got more.
It’s real shitty out. But apparently not as shitty as hurricane land! Dear East Coast, please tell me all about that hurricane and be safe.
Dear Buddha, can you help us fix our broken government?
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