The Tenderloin is some real shit

Here are some selected scenes from a real life event that happened to Mariam from MRR magazine. You can read about it in the June issue. It's an amazing story about Ohio tourists trying to get some big city action and then getting the Tenderloin treatment. I had to do a small illustration in its honor.

Science Friction

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/music_blog/2012/04/report-tupac-hologram-could-go-on-tour.html

Tupac's "hologram" may go on tour.

You guys, the internets gave me chills today. That never happens. Cats flying. Babies rapping. Who cares? I can skillfully ignore even the most impossible, mind boggling, and profound vids/pix/blurbs shared online. But this reincarnated Tupac is something new and different. I've been a fan for a long time (until I just found out a couple weeks ago that he was a rapist - BUMMER). It was amazing to see CGI Tupac doing choreographed moves with Snoop. I can't wait to see "holograms" of Hitler and Michael Jackson walking down Hollywood Blvd. But that's not the most interesting part.

When Tupac burst into light and disappeared (pretty cool), it was easy to imagine the epic stage show that could be produced with this technology. Flawless lasers and dragons and Britney Spears making out with Jesus Christ all throbbing in time with the jams. Can you imagine?! It would be like the Stone Mountain Lasershow times a billion! And how much more infinitely manageable would that be than a real big time concert tour? No tour buses. No bitchy divas or demanding entourages. No riders!?? They could just download the whole night's bundle of images to project and be done with the whole unnecessary, extravagant shit show spectacle. OBSOLETE.

But then you would never see Courtney Love throw her bra into the audience and then demand that someone else give her their bra because she felt self conscious. Or see a groupie megafan slowly grab hold of Garth Brook's crotch which he then removes equally slowly with full composure. Or hear the amazing between song banter of Blixa telling the audience that the waste basket he's been banging on has been around the world 7 times and then saucily, germanishly asking how many times the audience has been around the world.

Give me wardrobe malfunctions or give me death! I like hearing about greedy, big baby rockstars terrible demands. I also like lasers. And that unnamed feeling when you first interact with a new technology that you can tell will soon be ubiquitous. What shall we call that feeling? Future—I'm ready for you!

I predict Jesus holograms in those mega neo born again churches in like 5 seconds.

I am an inventor now

Have you ever felt like condoms are just the dumbest? Particularly female condoms? Don't you wish you could just wear a condom all the time, not worry about bothersome pregnancy and STDs, and look great doing it? Well this just the shit for you then. These control-top shorts are made from the most unbreakable latex on the market. There's some extra latex by your dinglehopper that you can just stick right in there when the time is right. Or all the time. Also good for the menses. Messy but good. A fellow inventor of mine has suggested that the entirety of the short not necessarily be made from latex. We make make another prototype where some of the legs are made from spandex or gold lame. Works for butts too!

And for an additional bonus to that sneak peak at up-and-coming product designs, I'll share my notes from today's management class. I got so mad because my program is forcing us to learn stupid, boring management type nonsense that I expressed myself with 8th grade style notebook drawing. That's a "from the mind" Calvin pissing on the concept of management. And that's a celtic stussy knot. And that's shamu eating a fairy. I mean a faerieieieie. And that's a wolf howling in front of a full moon. I hope this has been an acceptable first post in 4 months.

Pranks on Shamu

Sometimes I feel compelled to make farside-like one panel comics. Why? I may color this one in a bit just for the hell of it.

new product: shamu in a tube

Today while participating in a focus group I became distracted by and fixated upon a large diamond ring worn by the moderator. I absent-mindedly made a more doodley version (without the operator lady) of the above drawing on the legal pad they provided for us. Afterward they collected everyone's notes. Think she'll be creeped out?

Sometimes life feels like this.

Wickee-Go

Time in life for experiments. Nibs and watercolors. Working on it, trying to get better. Yesterday, I said brock what should I draw? He said, whatever you want. So then I asked again more forcefully and so he said birds attacking man. There's also a nice birthday postcard for one certain Kesley which was the first experiment really. I want also to show now some of the great accomplishments of a group draw that occurred while I was visiting in the Bay recently. Behold.

Very sophisticated.

diddles from the notebook

It's necessary to draw sometimes when a scientist slowly shows you slides of poorly designed sidewalks and says obvious things aloud.

So what I lied so what

John's 30th bday portrait:
Well-intended/poorly-attended Atlanta street fair:

Old man bores me at brown bag lunch- food march passes time as does russian handwriting practice and creative reinterpretation of boring talk as tattoo:


Atlanta reveals mystifying secrets to me. Real job, curvy roads, trees, MARTA, racism, deep fried food stuffs, visiting friends, kudzu, salt water pool, puli dogs, roseanne barr saves my soul, explosions, humidity, drivein movies, booze, weed, partying all night long, distance, heartache, Waffle House, Vietnamese sandwiches, Buford Highway, Chamblee, new kindsa punks, college kids, Virginia Highlands, environmental health, bbqs, palmetto bugs, cubicles, cut off shorts, 4 out of 5 personal appearance, picking a new line of work every week (social worker? environmental assessor? lead poisoned baby saver? map maker? lord help me), hot hot bike rides, mosquitoes be the devil, inconveniently timed plane rides, then some fresh new hell. It's been a hell ride. All emotions all the time. Can't wait for normal. Hope normal still exists. Somewhere. Sometime.


Having a couple months out of nightmare school chaos has allowed me to look at it and see-- that was OK and useful. I think I can do that again for another year. But, girl, that was shit was hard. And the other kids like to act like it's easy. Part of the game I suppose. Not my game! I think my victories in the working world this summer have made me more confident, so hopefully this year I'll be able to just come out and say it--This is too much damned work and stress! I hate you forever. Maybe that will make it more manageable. Less scrambling I think is possible.


I'm listening to Brock's latest album. It's powerful good. Unreleased as of yet. It's going to make all the babies cry, I suspect.

Stay tuned!

Let this sidewalk dong serve as a warning to you all. I intend to be putting things here this summer while I'm in Atlanta interning at a government agency (it's one that does exciting things with industry and toxic sludge but somehow it doesn't seem clever to name it here). I'm very happy to not be in school for a few months and have some time to reflect on everything I've been through, learned about, etc. And also hopefully to scan some of the ridiculous doodles I've make, read books for pleasure, write/draw, you know, be a real person.

There's much to do here. There's been several acts of vandalism perpetrated upon famous works of art by lunatics since I've last been updating. Piss Christ was the last one! It was some badly behaved Christians. I'll get on that right away.

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