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3 things I spilled this week

Well, really it was last week that I had 3 spills…

This is my most per­sonal comic yet. It was this time last year when we lost Mr. Kitty to lym­phoma & kid­ney dis­ease. Octo­ber 17, I think. I don’t even care if half of this is drawn one way and half the other — we really miss him and it was super hard to draw about it but also very mean­ing­ful to try.

 

Posted: October 25th, 2011
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auspicious

Today because it was my birth­day I had a cup of Turk­ish cof­fee and when I was done I read my for­tune in the bot­tom of the cup. Here is what I saw:

auspicious coffee

An owl, two kit­ties, a pony, a hawk, a genie, and an alli­ga­tor on the beach. Quite aus­pi­cious indeed.

Posted: November 2nd, 2010
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life like weeds

Life Like Weeds
Mod­est Mouse

in this life like weeds

And in the places you go, you’ll see the place where you’re from.
And in the faces you meet, you’ll see the place where you’ll die.
And on the day that you die, you’ll see the peo­ple you met.
And in the faces you see, you’ll see just who you’ve been.

in this life like weeds

In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds.
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed.
In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me.
I know where you’re from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you’re the dirt I’ll breath.
In this life like weeds, you’re a rock to me.

in this life like weeds

All this talk­ing all the time and the air fills up, up, up.
Until there’s noth­ing left to breathe,
And you think you feel most every­thing.
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled.

in this life like weeds

So you think you’ve fig­ured out every­thing,
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled.

in this life like weeds

All this talk­ing all the time and the air fills up, up, up.
Until there’s noth­ing left to breathe,
Up until there’s nothin left to speak.
Up until the data parts in space.

in this life like weeds

Posted: May 23rd, 2010
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pavel, fading.

today i logged into face­book to find an unex­pected reminder of my col­lege friend pavel’s death from a heroin over­dose 5 years ago today. it is crazy how often i still think of pav but i also know that i have con­di­tioned myself to remem­ber him when­ever i hear lou reed. since i used to wake up to ‘pale blue eyes’ every day, it wasn’t a huge leap to keep him in my consciousness.

this is prob­a­bly the first april 19th in 5 years that i haven’t thought about him on my own. it is scary when mem­o­ries begin to fade, scarier still when you think of how the mem­o­ries that haven’t faded are the ones you have rehearsed. bowl­ing. nap­ster. go board. bowtie. red shirt. bor­rowed chair. radio show. messy room. hunter s. thompson.

i really wish i still had the mem­o­ries that fill the holes between those words.

Posted: April 19th, 2010
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you are beautiful

One Little Word: Unfold

If 2009 was a year where I was sur­rounded with peo­ple hun­ker­ing down, per­se­ver­ing, and mak­ing it thru, then I hereby declare that my word for 2010 will be Unfold.

Unfold­ing is some­thing that can hap­pen phys­i­cally, men­tally, and spiritually*.

I look for­ward to good things unfold­ing on this year’s horizon.

*funny for me to men­tion since I comfortably/firmly an agnos­tic and don’t really care for that word, but it is appro­pri­ate as related to good soul­ful yoga liv­ing. Kinda like a sec­u­lar ver­sion of adhy­atma vikasa.

Posted: January 6th, 2010
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New Years Fortune Cookie

If our New Years Eve and New Years Day were a for­tune cookie, this is what John told me it would say:

You are risk tak­ers. You are will­ing to take on risks to find happiness.

What a crazy night, but I love that way of look­ing at it!

Posted: January 1st, 2010
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Best of 2009 #27: Social web moment

Recent real­ity check, paraphrased:

J: “I think I want to quit doing twit­ter and face­book because they are dumb and annoying”

L: “Nooooo, I like to send you love notes”

J: “Maybe you could send me real life love notes”

Posted: December 27th, 2009
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Best of 2009 #8: Moment of Peace.

Best of 2009 #6: Workshop

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