Sketchbook Story Time.

Brain Matters

Wed, 08 May 2013 21:56:00 -0400

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Tue, 07 May 2013 21:09:00 -0400

Bumper Sticker Bumper Sticker

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 17:29:26 -0400

My head.

Love your loves.

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 18:42:00 -0400

I live in Boston.
I love Boston.
No one I love was hurt but
I was reminded to love my loves.

Doomsday

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 22:03:00 -0500

This is hanging in an end of the world show today, I made it an hour before the show and only had time to snap this picture. Hopefully when the world doesn’t end I can do a better image of it.

LOVE

Photo

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 13:14:33 -0500

Man Woman

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 17:46:40 -0500

Best Friends Series
3
I met Heather in middle school when Anne invited us both over to her house, which was also an orthodontist office, for a sleep over. That night we went into the orthodontist room and found elastic bands for braces and flung them across the room. Then we ran around the waiting room naked and that was okay until Heather laughed at my pubic hair. Being naked felt really wrong after that and I felt really shitty about becoming a woman and wanted to become a man instead. Later on in the school year Heather asked me to meet her in the woods that separated our houses and my mom wouldn’t let me go because she didn’t trust those woods. This made me angry at being a female again because my cousin who is the same age as me told me he doesn’t have to ask his parents permission to do anything. I was convinced this was because he was male and I was female but now I know it’s that our parents are different parents.

Magic

Sun, 02 Dec 2012 18:58:49 -0500

Best Friend Series
2
Anne and I became friends after Colleen moved away. She was the town orthodontist’s daughter. I thought this meant she was rich. On the playground at recess we would pretend we were witches, North Witch, South Witch, East Witch, West Witch and we stood at four different trees that probably weren’t in their correct direction. I was always confused why we didn’t have a North West witch or like a South East witch but I never said anything because we didn’t have that many friends. One day Anne said she picked up a phone with her mind and this made me so hopeful for the rest of the world. On another day I realized she was lying but it didn’t make me lose hope for the world, it just made me look for magic in other places other than Anne.

Rules can be confusing

Sun, 02 Dec 2012 15:39:00 -0500

Best friends Series.
1
Colleen was my neighbor from the 2nd grade to the 3rd grade. She always wanted to be the boy in every game and I had to be the girl. Her hair was beautiful and she didn’t brush it. She was a popular kid and the boss of everyone. One time she did something having nothing to do with me that got her in trouble and because I was her best friend her mom thought a good punishment would be “you are not allowed to play with Casey.” Because Colleen was a popular kid she could play with all the other kids in the neighborhood and did but I could not play because of her mom’s rule and because I was not popular. So I sat alone in my room all week.
This is when I started questioning rules.

When we hug it looks okay.

Fri, 26 Oct 2012 17:45:00 -0400

A friend died this week. This is for all the people that knew her.
I think it would be really good if you want to read Becca Rosenthal’s writing or listen to her music blog. She was amazing.
It’s hard for me to write about it.
http://www.prickofthespindle.com/poetry/5.1/rosenthal/six.htm
http://www.nighttrainmagazine.com/contents/rosenthal_11_1.php
http://thebeecharmer.wordpress.com/

Ex Phlegm

Fri, 24 Aug 2012 17:14:00 -0400

Crotch Attack

Thu, 23 Aug 2012 15:44:00 -0400

My brain makes connections before I understand.
My brain knows catcalls mean sex and my eyes connect sex with vagina parts so I look down.
But my me still hasn’t caught up and I think maybe I’m looking to see if my fly is down.
It is halfway.

I am very aware I am a woman when this happens.
When catcall time happens.
Not flydown time.
Keep up.

Whistle. Crotch. Whistle. Crotch.

I’m not really offended and I’m not flattered and I’m definitely not interested but I do look at my crotch and I am aware I am a woman.
And I know this is about sex.
Sex.

A few weeks ago I stopped dating someone I just started dating.
“Hey, why haven’t you been calling me back?”
       “I ah, I like you too much.”
“What? Too much. I think that you would call back if you liked me too much.”
       “Yeah, it’s just that I want something casual. I don’t want to like someone this much, I don’t want a girlfriend.”
       “Casual?”
“Yeah, do you understand?”
       “Yeah I think I understand, like, you want a fuck buddy.”
“No!”
       “Yeah I think maybe you want someone you are attracted to but don’t have feelings for so that you can sleep with them but not have to hang out with them.”
       “No I just…”
“Next time to save time can you just whistle?”
       “What? Whistle?”
“Yeah, just whistle, cat call me, hey baby my crotch so that I know what it’s about or at least so my brain knows what is about and I can catch up later and we don’t have to learn about each other or talk about art or do all the things and I can just know.”

Sex.

Drawn on the same page/Never on the same page

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 14:22:00 -0400

Me Reading Comics To You

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 02:16:00 -0400

For anyone who lives in Boston

You can pay for me to read to you tomorrow night. Comics. Wearing this.
While you eat dinner.
Or with dessert.

It benefits a great cause- Join The Conversation: Filmmakers Against Sexual Violence

I designed this poster also.

http://www.facebook.com/events/355365561202296/

Reading/Righting

Thu, 05 Jul 2012 18:35:00 -0400

The story of Frankenstein was such a tough read. I wanted to get through it but found myself getting lost and making things up in my head on my own.
I didn’t want to keep reading but I didn’t want to be finished.

I don’t get to choose when books end, my ego forgets.

Bad makes bad makes bad makes bad
Good makes good makes good makes good

Asian literature is better.

I was told to “give yourself more credit” twice today by two different people.
I couldn’t believe they used the same wording.

“I’m sorry I’m crazy.”
“I love you in all your shades of crazy and sane.
You should give yourself more credit. You are a strong, intelligent, powerful, inspiring human who makes good things in the world.
Focus on this, not on the negative things that feel like they are crushing you.
…Now, tell me if you see any toothpicks near by.”

The other “give yourself more credit” was opposite of the first one in the way that this person was not trying to help me but fight me.

I had it coming.
It did help though.

Made you make something.

http://youtu.be/bl-ELMPy_vE

Feets

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 00:01:00 -0400

Today I stayed inside most of the time looking at the computer.
I didn’t talk to anyone.

Until.

I went to have a cigarette that I borrowed from someone else.
Borrowed.
A guy with dirt on his clothes came up to me.

He looked like he used to be a Harvard professor but then decided to not do that anymore and live without anything instead.

He asked, “Can I have one of your cigarettes?”
“I just have this one.”
“I can tell by looking at your feet that you are uncomfortable where you are.”

But this!

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 19:32:00 -0400

I work at a box office and almost listen to people but maybe not the way they want to be heard.

“It had grave reviews!”
“They say it’s David Byrne inspired.”
“I heard people screaming about it and just had to get off my couch and go!”

“I mean folks are just going nuts. I think its something every age can see.”
“I had to change some things around in my schedule just to go through this
experience but I’m telling you,
you can feel the heat from the audience.”

“Amazing.”

A blazing.

I need you.

Tue, 29 May 2012 00:31:00 -0400

I saw you for the first time on April 1st with a black eye
that demonstrated all the lack of feeling
you would put into your next song
I told you I run on emotion
and you hadn’t felt anything for so long

As you said the truth hurt too much to write the truth
your lips puckered up to kiss the enormous list
of rules you invented for yourself to live by
Patting yourself on the back for every invented monster you’ve defeated

I fought because you were no longer moving
I thought I had to shake you in order to see something
I poked because you lack the love that you preach
I got confused I didn’t know what you wanted
because the only sign of you living was your erection
I lost track of the man that I fell for
or maybe its just that I learned who you really are
I don’t want this song to go on for too long
Its just a reply to one of your songs
You said I knew you better than anyone
I’m sorry you think I’m so uninteresting
this year must have been really annoying
to feel so understood by someone so boring
One last thing before i end the song
She isn’t just less attractive than me
she is less attractive than most everyone
Her feet must be impressive.

I should not be alone in this state.

Sat, 05 May 2012 16:28:00 -0400

Hello?
Hello, are you there?

Hi, I’m here. Hi!

It has been three weeks since I said hello and you are just saying hi back now?

Sorry, I thought you were going to hurt me then but now I want to say hi.

The time has passed to say hi.

People can always say hi.

Well… I’m not accepting it. I’m ignoring you.

I wish you wouldn’t… ah… because Everything died.

I’m ignoring you.

But Everything died.

I’m sorry to hear that, you can get a new fish.

Okay. Everything didn’t really die.

He didn’t?

No, I’m sorry I lied to get you to talk to me.

I’m ignoring you.

But! But! I shouldn’t be alone in this state!

What state?

This state of Massachusetts.

Cross Slugiplication

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 17:03:00 -0400

How long does it take you to get from the end of the table into my hands?

Would you not want to touch me because I’m salty or can our love overcome this?

Does salt affect snails the same as it affects slugs?

Are slugs the same as you?

Have you ever seen a slug? Do you find them attractive?

These are examples of questions you can ask a snail.
Ask a snail questions at
whrsthgoo@gmail.com

Can we all get along?
Can’t we all get along?
Can we all get along?
Can’t we all get along?