President Garland has announced his recommendation that the Western College Program be eliminated as an academic division at Miami University. Read the full text. Obviously, this wasn’t unexpected, but it strikes me as a spineless move, announced during final exams, when students have little time and energy left to be heard, and right before Jimmy goes on a permanent vacation. The whole thing makes me sick.
TELL YOUR DAUGHTER TO GO HEAD ON OUT AND TELL HER WHAT TIME TO BE HOME, AND MAKE SURE SHE DOESN’T BRING HOME ANY ADDITION TO THE FAMILY***
Did you know that Screamin’ Jay Hawkins fathered almost 75 children? That he was the middleweight boxing champion of Alaska? That he used to come out of a foggy coffin onstage with tusks in his nose and a cigarette-smoking skull named Henry? That he was born in Cleveland and died in Paris?
*** from an interview with Screamin’ Jay
AN EPIGRAPH FOR THE FUTURE
I see no necessity to apologize for the imperfections of this or of any similar imagery. Analogies of this kind are only intended to assist us in our attempt to make the complications of mental functioning intelligible.—Sigmund Freud, talking about his dream diagrams
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I think I might use this someday as the epigraph for one of my comics. I collaged it onto the front of my sketchbook, with a few changes:
Clive Thompson made the great point, “your tools help determine how you think. So long as Freud used realistic modes of drawing, he was hemmed in by the dictates of straightforward physiology. To ponder the abstracts of human behavior, he needed to turn to abstract comix.”
Read some more about Freud’s drawings.
400 BUCKS AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS STUPID COMIC
The B pipe on my Honda needed replaced, so I sat in a Starbucks all morning and drew the people passing by. I liked the drawings so much, I thought, what the hell, why not make them a comic?
THE COMFORT OF FLOWERS FALLING ON YOUR GRAVE
Yesterday, for the first time since spring hit, Meg and I went for a walk in Lakeview Cemetery. It’s my favorite place to walk in Cleveland Heights, close to the apartment, way better than any park, and massive enough that you can get lost. When it was warm and I had the day off, I’ve gone there to draw and read. (I also like to look at the names and the dates and make up stories about the families.) Next pretty weekend, we’re going to take some salami sandwiches and books over there and camp out for the day.
I didn’t have my camera or my sketchbook with me yesterday, so I drew the picture above from memory. Instead of a traditional marker in the center of the family plot, these folks had planted a magnolia tree. The flowers from the tree blossoms were falling, so the petals made a perfect, beautiful blanket of pink and white over the graves. It was the prettiest thing I’ve seen all year.
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