A new RESTRICTED FREQUENCY is out! It is issue #217, and in it the question of cultural funding is explored.
I am the grinch.
It is true.
I would appreciate Christmas in America much more if all the money that was spent on lights and gift-giving between family members who certainly have no real need for the gifts being given, if all of that was instead spent on the ever-increasing homeless forced to withstand the elements without shelter and those truly in need.
The national mood in America right now.
Poster available from Garage.Ganzeer.
Fancy pre-framed options also available for the champagne socialists in your life.
No context THE SOLAR GRID but also #mood because I'm traveling soon.
When this pops up as you unsubscribe from a service, you can't help but wonder: Well, why didn't y'all just price it that way in the first place?!?!
On a completely different note, I was today years old when I discovered the term “emotional age”. Based on this excellent interview with Jane Pratt on the Oldster substack, I think my emotional age may have capped at 32.
Finally got around to populating the webshop with much work. Discount code BYEBYE24 shaves 24% off all orders until Dec. 6.
It is now confirmed that I'll be off to Italy on December 9th to attend the opening of Oltremari at the Palazzo del Fumetto in Pordenone, which features some of my work alongside that of Deena Mohamed, Tracy Chahwan, Twins Cartoon, and Issam Smiri.
There will also be some kind of joint bookshop event in Venice with Lina Ghaibeh, who has a new book out translated to Italian, IN/OUT.
With Italy's proximity to Egypt, I couldn't not take this opportunity to pay my family a visit. Which means the month of December is now more or less completely obliterated for me, and thus completing work on THE SOLAR GRID before the end of the year will no longer feasible. Which is really frustrating because I'm so damn close.
About halfway through in pencils, with a few pages completely inked, colored, and lettered (the mixed media ones, since the process for those is very different).
This less-than-ideal realization has, I must admit, put me in something of a mood.
“Character, for Kant, is a rationally chosen way of organizing one's life, based on years of varied experience—indeed, he believed that one does not really develop a character until age forty.”
From DAILY RITUALS by Mason Curry.
“Kant rose at 5:00 A.M., after being awoken by his lifelong servant, a retired soldier under explicit orders not to let the master oversleep. Then he drank one or two cups of weak tea and smoked his pipe.
“After this period of meditation, Kant prepared his day's lectures and did some writing. Lectures began at 7:00 A.M. and lasted until 11:00. His academic duties discharged, Kant would go to a restaurant or pub for lunch, his only real meal of the day. He did not limit his dining company to his fellow academics but enjoyed mixing with townspeople from a variety of backgrounds. As for the meal itself, he prepared simple fare, with the meat well done, accompanied by good wine. Lunch might go until as late as 3:00, after which Kant took his famous walk and visited his closes friend, Joseph Green. They would converse until 7:00 on weekdays (9:00 on weekends, perhaps joined by another friend). Returning home, Kant would do some more work and read before going to bed precisely at 10:00.”
What a delightful existence.