A larger-than-average series in progress for me, done with the aid of my new drafting table! Seriously, this thing is great. Where the hell have you been all my life?
“The moment that you feel that, just possibly, you’re walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself. That’s the moment you may be starting to get it right.”
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“Couples stray,” said Edgar. “Part of the breaking-in process.”
“Not breaking in, breaking.” Nicola differed sharply. “You can glue people together again. But then your relationship’s like any other repaired object, with cracks, blobs of epoxy, a little askew. It’s never the same. I can see you haven’t a notion what I’m on about, so you’ll have to take my word for it.”
“Christ, you’re a babe in the woods.” Edgar stopped slicing tomatoes. “You got it ass-backward. A marriage perched like porcelain on the mantelpiece is doomed. Sooner or later grown-ups treat each other like shit. You gotta be able to kick the thing around, less like china than an old shoe—bam, under the bed, or walk it through some puddles. No love’s gonna last it if can’t take abuse.”
"— Lionel Shriver, The New Republic
RIP, Mr. Sendak. Odd as it may sound, I got choked up watching this.
Maurice Sendak on e-books.
I love grumpy old jewish gay liberals.
(Source: season-of-m-i-s-t-s)
What it feels like to step into an Instagram photo, or so I’d assume
This Saturday I will be doing an experimental live drawing at the Cultural Development Corporation Gala, so I’ve been looking at Saul Steinberg drawings of crowds for inspiration/nerve calming. These are some of my favorites.
Tim McCool, “Paul” (2012)
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If Edgar sounded overeager, even rushed, the race was with his own temperament. He placed a premium on savvy. Yet since you could only obtain new information by admitting you didn’t know it already, savvy required an apprenticeship as a naive twit. You had to ask crude, obvious questions…you had to sit still while worldly-wise warhorses…fired withering glances as if you were born yesterday.
Well, Edgar was born yesterday for the moment, although his tolerance for being treated liked a simpleton was in short supply. He’d needed to rattle off a multitude of stupid questions before he embraced his next incarnation as an insider. The trouble was that savvy coated your brain in plastic like a driver’s license: nothing more could get in. Hence the point at which you decided you knew everything was exactly the point at which you became an ignorant dipshit.
These Ordinary Batman Adventures are all fantastic, but I think this one’s my favorite.
Ordinary Batman Adventures!
Poor Batman…
Idea came from How To Be Batman. (I think that’s the original source?)
Saw this last night at The Mead Theater Lab, and it was really, really good. So good, in fact, that I wish I had more clout with these sorts of things, so that I could convince as many people as possible to go see it. Very innovative storytelling, excellent sound and choreography. I could go on.
Up to April 7. You can purchase tickets here.
