I have feelings about fingernails.
October 3rd, 2014
Category Archives: Comics
October 2nd, 2014
With the way I dance, it probably still did.
October 1st, 2014
True dating stories.
September 30th, 2014
You control your life. If you don’t like something, you don’t have to put up with it.
I’m not saying you can change absolutely everything but … well, actually I kind of am.
September 29th, 2014
This is officially the saddest thing I’ve ever heard a toddler say.
And possibly the worst drawing of a toddler ever made.
September 28th, 2014
PAWS is one of my absolute favorite bands. They’re a three piece from Glasgow, Scotland that makes heartfelt, emotionally honest, frankly incredible music that I’ve been obsessed with since I first saw them at SXSW last year. I followed them all around the festival and saw them either five or six times while I was there. Then, I caught their first show in Chicago before moving to Portland last October.
This is my third time seeing them here in my new home and some of you may remember that I made a comic about the last show. And if you don’t remember, Phillip does.
Not only that, but he remembered my name when I talked to him afterwards. We talked about feminism, how their last album being a breakup record made it seem like it was written just for me, and how I hoped for both our sakes that if I was going to continue to live their music then the next album would be a bit more happy.
This is a fantastic band full of genuinely lovely people. And that’s why the post underneath today’s comic is so long.
A few days ago, the band’s van was broken into and a lot of money and really important gear (including a hard drive with all of their work on it – including new stuff that they were still putting together) was stolen. They’re currently stuck in Seattle and they could use your help.
So here they are talking about what you can do to help this little trio of guys from Glasgow get back on tour and back on track (which I would link to, but Facebook is being a pain in my ass):
“As you may already have heard, we have been stuck in Seattle the past few days after our van got broken into and a lot of valuables were taken from us.
Most importantly, the entire archived history of our band and many other projects including future works in the making on a laptop and external hard drive were taken. This has left us devastated. Many of you have been asking how you can help so we are suggesting that you kind souls head over to our Cath Records bandcamp page and pick up the available PAWS releases there. Luckily, we recently released an mp3 album of original demos containing early sketches for songs that ended up on our two full LPs – “Cokefloat!” And “Youth Culture Forever”. If we hadn’t, they’d also be gone forever as a result of the recent theft.
So, scope out what we have available at www.cathrecords.bandcamp.com of you fancy helping us with some gas in the tank.
Big love to everyone that has showed love so far, you know who you are. A very special thanks to Shannon Sauter and KEXP Radio for having us in last night to co host her show. That cheered us up a lot.”
If you enjoy their music at all, then go give them some money. They deserve every bit of love and cash you can send their way.
September 27th, 2014
Broadway and Grand, Portland, Oregon.
September 26th, 2014
This is how inside jokes are formed. With Lindsay and the rest of the cast of Stumptown Stages’ “110 in the Shade.”
September 25th, 2014
“In your whole life nobody has ever abused you more than you have abused yourself. And the limit of your self-abuse is exactly the limit that you will tolerate from someone else. If someone abuses you a little more than you abuse yourself, you will probably walk away from that person. But if someone abuses you a little less than you abuse yourself, you will probably stay in the relationship and tolerate it endlessly.”
Don Miguel Ruiz, The Four Agreements.
Keep the Mountain to your Right
Keep the Mountain to Your Right
Four days, three nights, roughly 41 miles, all of it with some sixty pounds of gear and food strapped to my back. While on the trail, I made a comic when I woke up, one when I stopped for lunch, one next to the fire in camp in the evening, and one during my normal time: at night, right before I fell asleep.
Day One began at the Timberline Lodge with 40 mile an hour winds making me seriously question some of my assumptions about the trail. I said my electronic goodbyes, pulled on the coat I thought was just for emergencies, and hiked the ten miles to Ramona Falls.
Day Two was probably the most solitary day, and certainly the one with the most forest to walk through. I climbed Bald Mountain, I walked about 10 miles, and I camped out at Coe Creek.
On Day Three I faced the difficult and dangerous crossing at Eliot Creek. Along the way I met Richard, a 20 year old who was also solo hiking the trail. We’d somehow started at the same time but not bumped into each other. He became my traveling companion until the last stretch of the hike on Sunday.
We talked about life, hiking, relationships, our childhoods, and a hundred other secret things that we only shared with the rocks and trees.
The final day was across long, open stretches with nothing but harsh sunlight to keep us company. I was tired, but the end was so close.
I’m writing this weeks later and could tell you a thousand details that I missed in these comics and in the stories I’ve told friends and loved ones, but the main thing I want you to know is:
I miss the mountain.