So obviously these lack text still, and they'll have some additional stuff going on w/ colors ultimately. Less this week, but more next week. I don't think charcoal scans well. Even though these are crappy photos, they look better than the ones I scanned.
Nice pictures, reminding me a little of Storeyville.
ReplyDeleteI love the period feel. Keep it coming.
ReplyDeleteLooking at the flannel fedoras and the gooseneck lamp takes me back to my younger days. When a good scotch whiskey and a knuckle sandwich still earned you respect. Back when administrative assistants were still secretaries and the pads they carried were made of paper, not glass. We worked our butts off, cashed our paychecks with a teller at the bank and dropped most of our dough on booze and card games. When I think about those days, I just can't believe what we traded it all in for. A glass of pomegranate and soda while we play online poker, interrupted by people asking to be "friends", buried in email, credit card debt and shame. A world where not one of us knows the names or faces of the people who work in the bank, but we never forget our PIN number. Sure, our streets are cleaner, but we've poisoned our skies. Our houses are bigger, but they're usually empty. We've won our freedom and sold ourselves back into slavery. That's the world you bought, sonny boy. Hope you like the payments.
ReplyDeleteThis is exactly the kind of white, male, geezer comment we've grown accustomed to. A form of selective memory that forgets that minorities were second class citizens. Women couldn't get a job outside of teaching and nursing. Rivers and streams with awash in mercury and other toxins as factories spewed smoke and soot into the air. Mine collapses weren't the subject of evening news reports, they were just another day on the job. A job that led to black lung, with no health insurance to pay for the hospital. But that was okay, because the hospital didn't know how to cure you anyway. If you were lucky you might get a treated with a mason jar, a few leeches and the Lord's prayer. We still had our homelessness and poverty, but they were hidden well out of view of the TV cameras, which brought us mindless wretch like Gilligan's Island. That booze you so love, was a necessary anesthetic to dull the pain from overbearing bosses, mindless work and the unquiet desperation caused by strangulation of the soul.
ReplyDeleteYou both have it wrong, because you're looking in the wrong place for answers. Do we have more pain than in the past? Who knows? How could we possibly measure it? All we know is that we still have pain, strife, war, poverty and sickness – in abundance! Ever since the exile from Eden man has walked a painful path. The nature of that pain is of little consequence and the milestones you characterize as progress are meaningless. Screw in your LCD light bulb if it gives you comfort, but don't pretend you can stop the flood. Man will ever soil his own bedding. How can you rail against the inhumanity of raising animals in closed, dark spaces and not recognize that you live your lives in the same cages? If you wallpaper a cell, does it confine you less? You build a home in a cavern and then wonder why you do not see the sky. We laugh at the saying that it is harder for a rich man to get into heaven than for a camel to get through the eye of a needle, but it is not his wealth that make holds the rich man back. It is that, like the camel, he has packed his back with possessions to satisfy every need. And yet his true needs will never be satisfied, as long as he is burdened by his cargo. Only when he casts these things off will he remember what it is to stand straight. Only when he accepts that the world will not change will he change his world. Drink your whiskey or your pomegranate juice as you will, but neither will quench your thirst. The only health worth knowing is the health of the spirit. No age of man brings this closer, but it is always within our reach.
ReplyDeleteI disagree with anonymous, anonymous and especially anonymous. Just ignore poverty, war and injustice, is that really the message? Look inward and accept that you can do nothing? That's not a world I want to live in. This is just the kind of thing oppressors preach to the oppressed. "Ignore the pain. Look inward." Self serving nonsense from the one percent who want to control the 99 percent. When Moses came to the black sea, did he just give up and say "Oh well, I guess they're gonna catch us and make us slaves again. At least we'll have inner peace." No, he parted the sea and brought the slaves to freedom. Doesn't this teach us NOT to quietly accept things? Fight, I say. Fight to make a better world and you shall have one.
ReplyDeleteReligion? Slavery? You guys need to lighten up. I was just going to say, I like the walking figure in the third frame.
ReplyDeleteAll y'all are crazy, crazy dudes. Craaaaazy dudes.
ReplyDeleteHas there ever been a more cheerless conversation about a cartoon? How is it that you come to this place of good spirits and see only sorrow? You have missed the lesson of the Cardboard Rhino. The world you speak of is one of your own invention. It is not the world I live in, for my world is joyful and filled with light. Our homes are not chambers of confinement. We don’t build them to block out the world, but to gather with friends and families. To dine and sleep and play and laugh and love. The only shackles that hold us to these places are the bonds of fellowship. All we need to know about life can be learned from a child. Look at cubs and puppies. They eat when they're hungry, sleep when they're tired and spend all their time in play. And when they have spent all energy, they lie with someone they love. You quote scripture; have you missed that Christ said, "Let the children come to me. The kingdom of heaven is theirs.” It was he who commanded, "I exhort you to be of good cheer!" If your ears hear only sobbing, but no laughter than you are truly deaf. If you look to the world for love, but find none, than you are truly blind. You talk of the fate of the world, but none of us can know its fate, or our own. Our lives are not measured in centuries or eons, but in hours, minutes and seconds. I will waste not one more of my seconds on your burdensome debate over life's meaning. The meaning of life is to live!
ReplyDeleteI don't think I had read your multiple-personality comment stream until today. Good stuff! Reminds me of how some ol' Russian writers will just have 5 people discuss a topic in a train and call it a book (Kreutzer Sonata). It's a good way to work out thoughts on a subject, as we all contain many arguments and attitudes simultaneously (Peanuts). Also, for some reason issues aren't actually debated clearly in the media, so far as I can tell - so why not invent a coherent debate to clarify things.
ReplyDeleteWe need to either get you and UNK access to the Rhino, or switch blog platforms. It's crazy that you all haven't been able to post in years.
Hope your leg isn't obstructing the flow of information from your toenails.