up and coming
Friday, July 6, 2012
Hey! I’ll be at San Diego Comic-Con next week speaking on panels. First up is Progressive Politics in Comics, moderated by Douglas Wolk, on Thursday July 12 at 1 p.m. Then Sunday July 15 at 3 p.m. it’s Publishers Weekly Comics World: Serious Pictures: Comics and Journalism in a New Era with a bunch of great people. I’ll otherwise be wandering the convention floor and doing some reporting drawings. If you see me, please come say hi! I’ll have plenty of ibuprofen and vegan jerky.
On Saturday July 21 I’ll be at Code for Oakland all day doing some livesketching of the coding festivities and wooing all those tech minds with tactile tools. And then wrapping up this month on Tuesday July 24 from 6-10 p.m. I’ll be creating small paintings for quick sales at 111 Minna in San Francisco with some other great artists. There will also be a reception for my show at the Cartoon Art Museum soon! But the show will be up through September.
I’ve been working on some longer projects lately that haven’t yet seen the light of the internet, but stay tuned for big drawn journalism pieces at the Boston Review and Cartoon Movement before the month is out. And that’s just the line-up for this month — there’s a ton of awesome stuff in the works for later in the year, including comics conventions, speaking engagements, and new, rad-as-hell multimedia projects. My excitement is founded, trust me.



Last summer I lived in the Lost Boys (and Girls) camp of 206 Classon Avenue, across the street from the well-appointed complex for retired Catholic nuns, and down the block from the Hasidic housing “bldg” and the Pratt art school. I wrote on the history of 206 for the
When I first started volunteering at
It’s only been like, six days! And it was great! Lots of Mr. Brendan Burford’s
Between yesterday afternoon and this morning, four of my flights from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina have been canceled due to weather. I’ve been stuck in Charlotte, North Carolina for a few hours now. They guarantee I’ll be back to New York by Sunday (or else my money back?)! Hopefully I’ll make it til then: I’ll have to ration these three Clif Bars. And who knows where and when my luggage will show up.
watch TV while the dough is rising, someone to cook the spinach and make sure you don’t put too much olive oil on the rolled crust, someone to grate cheese and slice tomatoes and wave magazines frantically at the beeping smoke alarm, someone to test the center of the dough for crustiness and provide moral support when it seems to be taking three times as long to cook as it should, someone to take the pan out of the oven so you don’t burn your hand or set another pot holder on fire and then someone to tell you that it really does taste quite good and could you imagine doing all this without any of us? Impossible. You’d have been killed. And the alarm would still be going off.