And I'm Diane Rhem

I found this interesting juxtaposition on the NPR website a few days ago. I actually find this quite beautiful, Mrs. Rhem with her gorgeous head of ivory locks and then that hoary ferret. Even the composition of each image compliments the other nicely and adds to the overall graphic dynamism.

Mouse Appeal

This is a pitiful scan from a page in my drawing pad that came about when Jane and I were high on prescription drugs and drunk on two buck chuck. What you see above is a harsh and absurd attack on girls we deem to be MOUSEY. For some goddamn reason we just love to hate on 'em. I'm thinking it's because we feel that these seemingly unrewarding characters keep getting unwarranted attention, that quite frankly we feel we are more deserving of. Due to this fact, mousey girls seem to have a bloated self-confidence, while Jane and I are stuck grappling with our heightened self-awareness leaving us, on occasion, with a crippling case of "the blues." But as you can't really decipher above, it is obvious that we don't quite know what the hell we're talking about. We do know, however, that they have a big ego part in the center of their brain and a fanatical devotion to Wilco.

Rude and Crude

This is a crude illustration of me drafting the illustration in the next post. I'm over there on the left, drawing pad in hand, kickin' back and enjoying some red wine and a Xanex. Below me is my little red duffel containing the three outfits I lived in all summer and a bag of groceries that Jane referred to as "geriatric food" or dried fruit and nuts (she thanked me later). Over there on the right is Jane reading Indecision by Benjamin Kunkel, also kickin' back.

Nudie Tennis

Ah, this is the result of a conversation Angus, Jane and I had about tennis. Someone brought up naked tennis to which Jane responded "that'd be one floppy match!" I loved that mental image and thought it was so hilarious that I wanted to try my hand at illustrating that mess.

Dock Talk

I'll never forget the time Angus told us about this little maneuver. Sitting on the docks in Sag Harbor after a few cocktails at the American Hotel, smoking our Nat Sherman's and watching the moonlight dance on the water while ducklings send ripples that reverberate across the mercury dappled surface, Jane and I listen contently to Angus's tale of THE PHANTOM!
Afterward we felt compelled to share a trick of our own such as the infamous Donkey Punch, or one that Jane and I coined ourselves, the "Dusty Clock."
Ha, this is actually strangely appropriate that the dock is such a prominent aspect of the memory, and subsequently, the cartoon too. Jane has been begging me to tell her what "docking" is. I just don't feel like going into it though.

Miss. August

Jane has a hilarious knack for attracting unwanted attention from homeless people, be they black, white, male or female, young and old. Still unfinished, here is a rough draft of the beginning of a saga illustrating her uncanny abilities to arouse stifled aggression and ardor without even trying.
We're almost positive that she was featured as Miss. August on the soup kitchen's 2008 calendar.
Stay tuned for more of "Miss. August" and watch the calamity unfold!

Southwest Chief

After less than two days on the train we got off in a small town called Williams in Arizona. A 10 minute shuttle took us to the Grand Canyon Railway hotel where, much to our delight, we were told there would be a 'western show' before our train heading to the Grand Canyon picked us up in the am.

The morning starting with a glorious all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet that was followed by the much-hyped 'western show' which more more like a re-enactment of a shoot out scene from a spaghetti western. From there, the crowd boarded the rustic-looking Grand Canyon Railway. Seriously, this same train has been operating since the 50's.

It was about a 2 hour jaunt from the hotel to the South rim of the Canyon. The serene views of the desert landscape were punctuated by the occasional sing-along and at one point, a mock train robbery.

The train ride certainly had its charm but, as far as the canyon itself; speechless: