Monday, March 31, 2008

Hold on, I want to do a thing

So, I'm practically finished with this notebook and I thought I'd scan in a few little tidbits. You are a privileged few.

Thank you Ed for the notebook. Thank you Abby for the art on the cover. Thank you Bob for pointing out to me the Martian Manhunter action figure at Big Brain, the box of which I used for the cover.

I love my shoes, I love my shoes, my shoes are comfortably lovely.

IF you believe in justice, and if you believe in freedom, let a man live his own life. Rules and regulations, who needs them?

Let me talk to you folks for just about half a second on the topic of Bruce em effing Springsteen. Ehhhh... He's alright.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Doodle Bear II

Seriously, I had a Doodle Bear back in grade school, and the marker wouldn't wash off. It was a huge joke, and probably lined with lead paint.

I love this man, even if I only draw him from behind, so to speak.

I really don't pay any attention in this class, obviously. By the way, that little guy started off as Buddy Holly, but I couldn't draw his immense sex appeal.

I went over to my friend, Ray. He was eating pickles. I said, "Hey. What's happeneing?" He looked me quare in the eye and said, "Nothing." You've got to sing it with that kind of enthusiasm... like you just squashed a cop.

Under my umbrella ella ella eh... Go back to Jamaica or Barbedos or wherever the fuck you're from! We don't need no goodam umbrellas in this country!

Friday, March 28, 2008

Let me top you off, there, sugar

New stuffies. It's been awhile.

I pull shit like this when I can't think of anything legit to draw. I have no actual ideas.

So I'm not kidding when I say I have no ideas. This one I stole from Abby, but I'm gonna keep doing it, because I likes it.

Bob, this is for you because I think we're the only two people who thought it was funny. It's a joke, lighten up! I'm six years old!

We're finally famous!!!

So, I'm surfing the Internest because I want to forget about how much homework I have, and I stumble on this gem on the New York Times website. I got so excited that Omaha was mentioned for something other than the College World Series and Bright Eyes. Well, then I read it and seemed effing demeaning to Omahans. It sounds like we're a bunch of hicks who don't know good movies, who need this woman to give us all a little culture. Whatever, it is what it is.

When Omaha Met Cinema

Published: March 16, 2008
WHEN I grew up there, in the 1970s and ’80s, Omaha was a great place to live if you were interested in insurance, softball leagues, college football, steak or hamburgers.

Chris Machian for The New York Times
Rachel Jacobson, shown outside the Film Streams theater, which she founded, said when she started, she encountered "a kind of resistance that I guess I hadn't expected."
I took an interest in a great many of those things (the exceptions being softball and insurance). But my parents, transplanted New Yorkers, were under-stimulated — particularly my film-buff mother, who lamented the tendency of local moviehouses to decline (as “foreign films”) most anything that didn’t star Henry Fonda or Benji. It was not uncommon for her and my father drive three hours to Kansas City, Mo., early on a Saturday to take in two or three movies not available in Omaha and — so that my father might endeavor to deem the trip “practical” — stop by Brooks Brothers between curtain times.

Omaha still doesn’t have a Brooks Brothers, but last July Rachel Jacobson opened Film Streams, a nonprofit independent cinema that is betting on the belief that the town’s interest in movies has — or might be — broadened.

In doing so, Ms. Jacobson, a native Omahan, has faced a couple of particular challenges. First and foremost, she said in an interview, the showing of small films —though there are certainly more of them being made nowadays — is not great business. “That’s why a nonprofit is the way to go,” she said. “Because that’s the only business plan that allows you to show good movies. The multiplexes have just taken over, especially in cities like this.”

And a city like that — Omaha, that is — hadn’t, and perhaps hasn’t, yet realized that what it needs is an arthouse film center. In raising $2.2 million so far (about $1 million of which has been spent to get Film Streams up and running), Ms. Jacobson encountered “a kind of resistance that I guess I hadn’t expected” when she began work on the venture in early 2005.

Such resistance has included a wealthy, “extremely intelligent businessman” who kindly informed Ms. Jacobson that he had seen all of two movies in the last five years (he ended up contributing $5,000, nonetheless) and a number of people who said it had never occurred to them that films, like museum exhibitions and opera, could constitute art.

“One time I was speaking to a group of Northern Natural Gas retirees, and a man asked if there was a language barrier when we showed foreign films,” she recalled. “Not everybody knows about subtitles.”

Another would-be donor asked how Ms. Jacobson planned to censor the nude scenes in order to screen “Lady Chatterley’s Lover.”

“I lived in New York for five years after college, and I came back to Omaha with the attitude that everyone gets it,” Ms. Jacobson said. “So I was a little bit wrong about that.”

Ms. Jacobson, 29, is anything but a snob about Omaha — she’s just a film snob. “I always planned to come back home at some point to be near my family,” she said. “I wanted to work in the movie business, and there aren’t exactly a lot of jobs in film that you can have in Omaha. It’s been a challenge figuring out what you can give people without a lot of trying to convince them, and what you can’t.”

Monday, March 24, 2008

Paradise by the Dashboard Light

Ginger Cove, USA. A little island in the middle of Nebraska.

These are two of Abby's favorites in the house. My grandma's old housekeeper stole the frog, and it wound up in the garage months later... curious.

Food is tasty. Especially in my grandpa's chair. Breakfast only tastes good when you wake up at noon to eat it.

This was my great (great?) grandpa's desk when he was a reporter in Broken Bow.

My grandma's house is the greatest place on earth.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

they call me the doodle bear

You throw me in the washing machine
and I come out nice and clean

Abby, you told me to post my doodles, so these are from my class called History of Southern Africa: the politics of race. Obviously it's way over my head because I spend my time drawing shit like this.

I have a small field of interest.

Goodnight little alien

Minneapolis, we had some good times, but more not so good times.
I don't really want to talk about it.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

I loved you too

bad dreams in the night
You told me I was going to lose the fight

Sunday, March 2, 2008