I don’t drink tea nearly as often as I should. I’ve had a bunch of it lately, because I have a head cold and a bit of a throat thing, but I wish I remembered to drink it on a regular basis, because it’s really quite lovely, and insanely good for you.
On our trip to Montreal last year, we saw a really fascinating museum exhibit on tea and its history, and I’ve been kind of thinking about doing a series of comics on tea ever since. I mean, we’ve been drinking it for thousands of years, we drink almost as much tea as we drink water, its trade history is fraught with violence and intrigue. It could be some interesting stuff.
In the meantime, what’s going on lately:
I am almost done with the art for Luna de Cuernos! I have just one chapter to go. You can see some of my art for it here. If you’re in the Chicago area, you should come see the show! There will be a handful of performances this May. The music for it is really fun, and the musicians are crazy talented, so it should be a pretty great show.
Also, Yusho is about to open a location in Las Vegas! There’s going to be a crazy amount of my artwork for them decorating the place, and I’m working on even more of it.
So it’s been a pretty busy winter! It’s been fun work, but I’m more than a little tired, and I’m really looking forward to a break in this crazy pace.
Hi everyone! So, I’m rerunning a very old comic from 2010, partially because I’m still swamped and very busy, and partially because I spent a few days in Texas last week, for my Grandma Jane’s funeral. She was 93, she led a long, full life, and she left behind 9 grandkids and several great-grandkids. The trip was somewhat sad, but mostly kind of joyful. She was loved.
My mom had a bunch more photos of Grandma Jane than I’d seen in a while, and I thought I’d share a few of them. Here’s her graduation pic:
Apparently she had to fight like crazy to get to go to college. Her father didn’t think it was necessary, and only let her go if her degree would serve her in her duties as a mother.
Here’s a pic from her wedding. She looks ecstatic. My grandfather was pretty cool, as you can see.
This whole week, I’ve been thinking about a specific memory I have about Grandma Jane. My first apartment after college, I lived in the Central West End in St. Louis, a lovely urban neighborhood. I had a tiny 4th floor loft apartment that I loved, with a postage stamp of a balcony that looked out on the street and the dome of the basilica cathedral. My whole family came to see it at one point, and Grandma Jane sat there on the balcony for what seemed like an hour, watching the people go by. She told me that she had wanted nothing more than to move to New York when she was my age, but her father forebade it. She said she was jealous; that she had always dreamed of having a little apartment in the city with a balcony. I forget sometimes how far we’ve come in just a generation or two, at least in terms of a woman’s freedom to determine her own future.
Anyway, here’s my grandma and me and all of my siblings, from a handful of years ago.
I’m surprised – I actually kind of love this photo of me (I’m on the far left), although I hated it at the time. I’m pretty sure my grandma spent most of her life thinking she was ugly. And I’m kind of sick that I’ve spend so much of my life feeling the same way; it seems like such a waste of time and energy.
So, if you do not live in Chicago, you may not have heard of Malört. Or maybe you’ve come here to visit, and your jerkwad friends in Chicago made you do a shot of Malört as a prank or on a dare. I’m confident the majority of Malört shots that are consumed are dare- and prank-related.
Or maybe not. I know a few people who claim they like it, and I guess I have no reason to believe they’re lying? At any rate, if you get the chance, it’s worth trying a shot of it, just to know what it’s like. I definitely regret purchasing an entire bottle, though. And if even Alex at Billy Sunday can’t figure out a way to redeem this spirit, what chance have we got?