The Bloody Sunday Massacre was 49 years ago today in Selma, Alabama, as 600 activists and citizens from all walks of life were brutally attacked by the Alabama State Troopers as they began their walk to Montgomery, in protest of police brutality and state and federal failure to protect voting rights for African-Americans.
Much respect to friend and cohort John Lewis on this day, for his struggle and sacrifice, and for those of thousands upon thousands of our neighbors who’ve had to live in a state of fear and repression throughout our lives.
To all those in office, or on their couches, opposing contemporary efforts to pass legislation for equality— I’ll be there to piss on your graves. It’s a shame that we, as a society, still find ourselves having to fight for the most fundamental measures of equality and protection.
The Believer Interview With Harold Ramis
- HR: I can’t tell you how many people have told me, “When I go to the movies, I don’t want to think.”
- BLVR: Does that offend you as a filmmaker?
- HR: It offends me as a human being. Why wouldn’t you want to think? What does that mean? Why not just shoot yourself in the fucking head?
Girls are trained to say, ‘I wrote this, but it’s probably really stupid.’ Well, no, you wouldn’t write a novel if you thought it was really stupid. Men are much more comfortable going, ‘I wrote this book because I have a unique perspective that the world needs to hear.’ Girls are taught from the age of seven that if you get a compliment, you don’t go, ‘Thank you’, you go, ‘No, you’re insane.’
SO MUCH THIS!!!
I cringe every time I hear a girl or woman retreat into the dungeon of self-effacement when someone compliments them on their work! Own what you make! Be proud! Be loud! Take credit for your awesomeness!
I grew up proud of my writing, probably because I had a mom who always told me what I wrote was the shit. The proudest mom, always and forever.
So I always say thank you, and I never question a compliment about my work. I do, however, question compliments about my outfits sometimes, mostly because I know whatever I’m wearing was probably on the floor of my closet twenty minutes before.
Don’t sugar coat it, don’t say “making love”. You make love in letters, and subtle glances across a room. You two are fucking. you are feeling each other for the sake of raw pleasure. You are fucking as in the verb, you both are sweating and panting because you can’t consume enough of each other. So fuck “making love” you are fucking, you are feeling. Eat her out and make her cum on your tongue, life isn’t about censored vulgarity.
A little NSFW writing-wise, but a sentiment that I feels should be echoed in general in our writing.
Language in a raw and base form is pure, it’s stripped-down and wonderfully impactful. Some of my favorite authors take that raw & ugly power of vulgarity and simplicity, and create such wonderful works, you have to wonder sometimes about sanitized and overtly-descriptive prose…what’s it hiding and denying?
No real update or anything, just wanted to post this tiny mostly-inked bit from something I started today as a way to unwind after work. It’s a really big piece and I don’t think it’ll fit on a scanner, so we’ll see what happens with showing it off when it’s eventually done. The idea started in my head on the subway, became a 45-second thumbnail that’s about 1.5″x 1″ in my sketchbook, and then went right onto a big piece of bristol board I had waiting for something.
I have been thinking a lot about LOVE AND ROCKETS recently, if that makes sense.
I’m enjoying being back drawing on a semi-regular basis, re-flexing those muscles. I recently re-discovered this old project, single-panel gag/editorial cartoons, which reminded me of how prolific I used to be writing AND drawing at one point in life.
Anyway, there’s more coming in the upcoming weeks, so stay tuned.
Reader submission by efice32. Interesting reasoning behind using this Ikea kitchen island as a desk.
Personally, I can’t just sit or just stand when I work. I love to shift back and forth between the two. I also like to spread out so I can see everything I’m working on at once. As a result, I searched far and wide for a big counter-height desk that would accommodate standing or sitting in a tall chair. It took a while to find something in my budget, but I ultimately found this. I love it. The desk is clear because I do most of my work on my Retina MacBook Pro that travels with me.
Oh, I really like this.