COMICS LESSON NOW
[00:23] : tell them- you must picture making comics…
[00:24] : as a technician without all the apparatus, as the sort of person determined to make an etching, limiting themself to the acids that come from their own body.
[00:25] : there is a mixed response of gesture to this, like ants from an ant pile.
[00:26] : emotions expressed facially, and clinging there momentarily, like ants cling on a face.
I was trying to get my guitar to sound more like a trombone. This did the trick.
get through this war any way you can dear.
Here’s the Teensword no. 2 comic I made, by it’s self (click to enlarge). I had to convert it to a gif to fit filesize limits so it looks a bit worse than the Lamezine 002 version, especially when they get to the astral realm.
Lamezine 002 is a free and/or pay-what-you-want download that you can get here
TEEN SWORDS LIVES! and also LAMEZINE 02. Go in for a soak.
Donald Duck And His Friends
1960 Vinyl — plate reverb gives a cold spectral grace to this disturbing version of Clementine, no doubt sung by the real Clarence Nash, mickey isn’t nearly as authentic.
Tour Bully, N.B. Snow Jam 98. Not pictured here: Elderly Roadside Assassin.
this is where they put the fire out. go go cold warps.
i wanna bring this back up
well, i didn’t mean for that response to be a downer, or sound complain-y. that post was just referring to my comics work. i still make money doing commercial art. i feel very lucky to have a day job drawing - really, a dream job - and before that i felt lucky to be able to freelance, and before that i felt lucky to be able to scrape enough together doing regular ass jobs to go home and draw for a few hours after restaurant shifts. i feel very, very privileged that i’ve been able to do any of these things, and i hope i’ve been making the most of all these opportunities - opportunities that i absolutely do not deserve.
it’s liberating to not have to think about comics as something i have to make money off of. i get to do whatever i want in my comics. if i was forced to think of it as a “career” on serious terms, it would probably change the way i write them
The Mystery of Einstein’s Last Words
On April 17th, 1955, Albert Einstein experienced internal bleeding caused by the rupture of an aneurysm, which had previously been reinforced by surgery in 1948. Einstein refused surgery, saying: “I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share, it is time to go. I will do it elegantly.” He died in Princeton Hospital early the next morning at the age of 76, having continued to work until near the end.
Before Einstein passed away in his sleep that night, Einstein uttered his final words to the nurse caring for him. In a tragic loss to history, he said these words in German - a language that the nurse did not speak. At the time of his death, the physicist was writing a piece, which ended abruptly mid-sentence, “Political passions, once they have been fanned into flame, exact their victims…”