“I am less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops.”—Stephen Jay Gould (via vulgartrader)
Well, on the one hand as you can imagine, that was a beautiful thing. I was there in D.C. to see the magnificent expression of, like, faces and sparkling eyes of everyday people of all colors, hungry, thirsty for justice, hungry, thirsty for truth. Then you turn to so many of the major organizers and major speakers at the march – not too much truth. Not too much talk about justice. Mainly talking about voting rights, and every once in a while you see a vague reference to jobs.
Now, they had some wonderful speakers earlier in the day, but most of the country didn’t get a chance to hear them. But for the most part, there was, Brother Martin himself, I think, would’ve been turning over in his grave. He wants people to talk about Wall Street criminality, he wants people to talk about war crimes, or drones dropping bombs on innocent people. He wants people talking about the new Jim Crow and the privatization of education, and the various ways in which the well to do, the oligarchs and plutocrats are getting away with murder. You didn’t hear that whatsoever. You not only got a tame Martin Luther King Jr., but a real sense in which who he really was at the end of his life hardly surfaced at all.
And we saw of course the coronation of the bonafide house negro of the Obama plantation, our dear brother Al Sharpton supported by the Michael Dysons and others who’ve really prostituted themselves intellectually in a very ugly and vicious way.
Not only that but FRENCH and SPANISH TRANSLATIONS ARE NOW A THING THAT IS REAL AND ACCESSIBLE, AS PROMISED!
And now we should be getting back to a more regular schedule—which I would love not to mean schedule as per usual (i.e. no schedule), but rather a reliable trickle of panels every couple of weeks or so.
At first, animating the upcoming panel took forever and I drew 95% of it when I ran out of willpower.
Then moved on to drawing our Sleep of Reason submission because that had an external deadline and I needed a break. The Kickstarter is still going, if you want a copy of the initial print of the book! If you don’t care, you are oh so wrong. The book will be amazing.
So then I half-quit my day job to work on my own shit. This doubled my free time to work on awesome things and halved my earning potential. I have used up this time wrapping up the Sleep of Reason, trying to get my creative consultancy off the ground, collecting my portfolio, pulling some fresh new sexy branding out of my butt and the like.
BUT! I have also used this time to spit polish the French and Spanish translations of Hobo Lobo! Which I will launch shortly! They have been ready since February and waiting for me to properly implement interface translation into Hobo Lobo’s back end. Which I did last week.
And RIGHT THIS INSTANT, I am standing above those last three frames of the animation for the next panel. I am forcing myself to finish the drawings today, then I have to scan and clean everything, lay it out and press the Save & Show button.
SO if I don’t have an update up in the next week, I am going to cry.
Since their inception and boom in the early 90’s, competition-based reality shows have been host to the frequently uttered phrase, “I’M NOT HERE TO MAKE FRIENDS.” More often than not, participants with a cutthroat attitude and strong strategies get pretty far (just like in the real world,…
“Why should we tolerate a diet of weak poisons, a home in insipid surroundings, a circle of acquaintances who are not quite our enemies, the noise of motors with just enough relief to prevent insanity? Who would want to live in a world which is just not quite fatal?”—Rachel Carson (via vulgartrader)