
| menomenandme | September 10th, 2007 |
Portlanders, I’ll be missing the Stumptown Comics Fest event, because I’m joining my 29 September ~ Paris, Nouveau Casino If everything goes according to plan, I’ll be scrawling huge drawings on stage while Menomena rocks.
We’re not promoting myself on the upcoming Menomena bills, because I’ve no clue of the layout
Here’s world-renown illustrator Carson Ellis and Danny from Menomena backstage at C U n the E U Posted in Friends, Menomena, Travel | 36 Comments »
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| grandpa is an eyeball | August 21st, 2007 |
Above is a birthday drawing for my buddy Billy. He’s responsible for getting me hooked on
Thanks to the DRAWN! blog for endorsing dootdootblog. That site is juicy-full of goodness. Russel, I’m taking a break from |
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| icecream in the sky | August 10th, 2007 |
Mostly I’ve been working, but a couple of days ago, I visited my friends Dan and Azure on the river,
In recent comments, Tita asked if I’d attended the Haarlem festival. That photo with Hansje and
Lark has further descriptions of our breakfast and Bwana’s store at her blog. She, too, is a Finally, Jimmy asked about tattoos. Here’s a few that you kind fans have sent my way.
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| tractor crossing | June 21st, 2007 |
Dear blog-readers, Thank you for all the amazing comments. My apologies for not getting around to responding, but I’ve been focused on the new book. As even my best friends know, I’m lousy with correspondence, but maybe at some point I’ll get a handle on that aspect of blog-managing. Today, I leave for a cousin’s wedding in Ohio for four days, so I wanted to leave you with something — a handful of photos from that high school era, approximately 1993 in rural Wisconsin.
From left to right, top to bottom: My brother and I traversing the highway near our home. The view from the backyard skate-ramp (which I chose to omit from the book). (Note: yoda shirt.) My bro, our neighbor Shawn (aforementioned paper-provider), and me with cow-themed fashion. The sign for my hometown: population 1,200 at the time. An angst-ridden portrait (taken at church). |
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| my first official mini-comic | May 30th, 2007 |
In high school, I had a falling out with comics — trying to replace my nerdy junior high obsessions of comicbooks ands rpgs and star wars with skateboarding and girls and Christianity. At age 16, I met Kurt Halsey at art camp - the snarkiest skater of the bunch - and he made comics cool for me again. Upon graduating, Kurt and I collaborated on my first official mini-comic - TWO-WAY COMIC MACHINE - it was one of those flippy dealies, half his work / half mine. He drew my cover, I drew his. I worked at the local newspaper as a low-level ad stylist and used the small “brochure” press to print it. We couldn’t sell the things at the time … I remember driving through the streets of Milwaukee, tossing handfuls out the window — proselytizing or littering depending how you look at it. Excerpted here is the story of Lionel Piglet. The photo on the left is the oldest I could find — 1997 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin — the two of us looking respectively baggy-trousered and limp-wristed. Somewhere off Humboldt Street. At the time, I worked as a laser light show animator at Discovery World children’s museum. The second photo is just short of ten years later — the small gang that gathered to celebrate my 31st birthday — Vinh, myself, Kurt, Taizo from the nearby okonomiyaki place, and Alena displaying the amazing memoir “A Weasel in my Meatsafe”. |
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| sausages, mustaches, and intestinal worms - oh my! | May 13th, 2007 |
Aaron Renier is one of my bestest of buddies. He’s a Wisconsin homeboy raised on brautwurst and fried cheese curds just like me. (Now he eats tofurkey brautwurst). He’s also one talented, brushtastic cartoonist with a great book — Spiralbound. The French edition was released this January on Delcourt’s Shampooing imprint (rodeoed by the brilliant Lewis Trondheim); and Aaron and I flew to Angoulême (Europe’s premier comics festival) to celebrate. I documented some of it in my sketchbook, but then Aaron and my trip drifted separate directions and the diary sort of disintegrated. Oh well, here’s a glimpse of it anyway. And just for proof, here’s a photo of Aaron’s ’stache when we first hopped a train from Paris in our grubby jetlagged splendour. The second photo is in Paris along with Alban Rautenstrauch and Alex Holden. The third photo is me getting horrifically ill at Charles Berberian’s place. Charles is one of the most charming human beings in the comics industry and a true inspiration, but I defiled his bathroom in a number of ways with my food poisoning. I couldn’t eat for four days, lost ten pounds, missed my plane back to the states, and was diagnosed upon returning as host to three varieties of parasites! Merci to Myléne for looking after me.
Also, just so Aaron isn’t embarrassed by this advertisement of his ol’ soup-strainer, here’s me rockin’ four of my own.
PS - please, excuse the obsessive “links”. |
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