Joel Priddy: Pulpatoon Pilgrimage
Joel Priddy: Pulpatoon Pilgrimage Ad House Books, $12.95, 160 pages. This post was originally published on the Underground Literary Alliance blog The problem with writing about comics is that you can’t pretend like you aren’t writing about comics. Comics have their own baggage that come around with them. Polite people say things like “I’m just not into comics,” but that’s just a way to prevent talking about their prejudices. Lots of art orms come with prejudices.
Memory: Beliefs about heat
Last night I was washing dishes. I know, it’s a little hard to believe, but I really was. I had a pretty big backlog of them built up (that part is not hard to believe). The water was pretty hot and I semi-burned myself several times. It made me remember a couple other moments from my past that illustrated that all we can really understand is our own perception. When I was in high school, I remember sitting at lunch with a couple of my schoolmates, two people I had known for a very long time.
Ellen, why don't you just join the GOP?
I used to like Ellen, but she’s turned awful. First, that whole thing with the dogs. I defended her at first, until it came out that she had a habit of giving her dogs away. In other words, she’s just another awful celebrity full of entitlement. Now, she’s crossed a picket line. May she rot in hypocrite’s hell. Don’t ever tell me you’re a lefty again, Ellen. You’re just one more me-first, rich-asshole.
Gallery Joe: Go see 'A Killing'
After writing my gallery opening promotion post this morning I realized that I should write up my favorite viewing from my First Friday ventures on Friday evening, to the big city-wide gallery opening events. Then I found that apparently the wonderful ladies of artblog had already had that idea, and done a much better job than I was going to. So, let me just say that I probably stopped by about ten galleries on Friday, and the work at Gallery Joe (3rd St.
Holy Crap! The Republicans are going to turn me into a Republican
Wow, all the sudden I hate the Government. Chris Walla, guitarist for Death Cab For Cutie (aka, Band I Don’t Care About) has recorded raw cuts for a solo album. He did them in Canada. He tried to send one of his employees into the US with copies of it on tape and on a hard drive. U.S. Homeland Security confiscated the hard drive. Once news got out, everyone went ape shit, assuming it was the Bush administration trying to suppress his music.
An urban poem
A white jalabiyyah leaning against a Jeep Cherokee Moonlight offset by the townhouses above And the high rise projects above them but it is stretched by streetlamp light His long tunic is twisted around his legs and he Looks like a doobie chilling by its ride.
The robot helicopters will find me!
Okay, this is totally bad ass but scary at the same time. I mean, we’re all worried about stationary cameras right now. Before long it’s going to be possible for dinner plate sized robots to just be flying all over, looking at everything. From BBC News, today: One of the most innovative designs was proposed by a team from Swarm Systems. Its proposal consists of eight to 10 “dinner-plate sized” quad-rotor helicopters which would be able to fly in and out of buildings.
Male friendships and male circles
Sometime in college I realized that my male friendships were probably the most important social relationships in my life, that girls were easy to make friends with but that male friends meant more. I was confused about this for two reasons. First, because girls are pretty (so for a long time it seemed more desirable to be around them as much as I could). 2nd, because I had always had male friends growing up and I took them for granted.
When the equipment’s destroyed it’s not going to work.
I’m in Kansas this weekend to go to my friends’ M– & M–’s wedding here. My mother is a longtime friend of a family in Greensburg, Kansas, the place that got hit by the gigantic tornado last night. We’ve been watching the coverage of the tornado damage this morning. I like watching the reporters try to comprehend Kansas. They just don’t really have any idea what they are looking at or what to ask about.
At least I don't have an ARM
If I ever do a Master’s Thesis in Economics, this may very well be the topic: has access to credit driven up the price of homes? It’s a subtle question, but the point is this: if we didn’t have banks to lend us lots of money in mortgages, would homes cost less? My guess is that yes, homes would cost far less if Banks did not lend us money. You might even be able to save up and buy a home outright if not for the access credit.