Return to Gotham

If this map is to be believed, I'm currently among a handful of conscientious people. Even though I'm in the land of king-size Texas, I evidently prefer my maps tiny and almost illegible. 

In 24 hours time, I'll return to my NYC niche where I'll be surrounded by neurotic people who are open to new experiences. 

That sounds about right. 

The Cove

I believe any place where you can simultaneously do laundry, entertain yourself in an arcade, eat fish tacos, enjoy a car wash, play ping pong, listen to live music, and drink beer is a place worth visiting. 

For that reason, Kate and I are on our way to multi-sensory fun. 

Who says San Antonio is lame? Psshh...

Family Tree

I believe being around family is the most beautiful & heart-wrenching experience.

You love them yet wince at their shortcomings. You sprung from your parents but aren't them at all. Being at home equals nostalgia mixed with boredom. In your room, you find dozens of relics of who you were years ago, pieces even you had forgotten but are delighted to revisit.  

These days are too long yet this life is too short.  

Toques, Halos, Cloches & Peach Baskets

I believe hats are like pets in that they have the ability to transform your mood. 

There are days in which I switch hats two or three times. I have friends who claim to have never seen my hair. 

I also believe in wigs. 

Ziggy Stardust

I believe people who listen to & love David Bowie are avant garde. 

Buddha

I don't believe Osamu Tezuka  read Herman Hesse's novel  Siddhartha.  I say this because book 1- Kapilavastu of the Buddha series was massively disappointing. 

I'm not certain how a writer, even a graphic novelist, can treat the subject matter with almost comical reverence. 

It's likely I'll read book 2- The Four Encounters in hopes of redemption. 

I believe women graphic novelists tend to write the most poignant tales while men graphic artist tend to draw the coolest shit. David B. can usually manage both though because he's a talented motherf***er. 

Peeping Toms

I believe people may be reading this ridiculous blog after all. I don't believe many people are visiting me but perhaps a handful of you might spend a minute of your day here.

I don't believe or expect anybody will leave a comment until 2009. Ya'll are just doing some peeping tom shit.


I don't believe you are all men with long noses and side parts.