2006–2016
Airlines do still serve coffee and tea, true. (Remember “Coffee, Tea, or Me”?) But the depressing array of little snacks makes the below question a pretty easy one to answer! Sort of!
LUST, the “Lustlab Ad of the Week” book collection, is out and on the shelves! You can order it here directly from the Fantagraphics web-catalog. “Lustlab Ad of the Week” is a comic adaptation of one of the week’s kinky personal ads in Seattle alt-weekly The Stranger, and I post them here every Wednesday(ish).
I was looking up domme stuff– fetish shoes, riding crops, shackles, and called me jaded, but I was really uninspired. So I went with “expand my horizons” (alien planet?) and the power dynamic in the low, rolling road and the imposing, spired mountain.
LUST, the “Lustlab Ad of the Week” book collection, is out and on the shelves! You can order it here directly from the Fantagraphics web-catalog. “Lustlab Ad of the Week” is a comic adaptation of one of the week’s kinky personal ads in Seattle alt-weekly The Stranger, and I post them here every Wednesday(ish).
Apparently, a lot of Yogi Berra’s “quotes” are actually misquotes. “It ain’t over till it’s over” is a real one, which I have willfully misquoted for my own GAY AGENDA.
LUST, the “Lustlab Ad of the Week” book collection, is out and on the shelves! You can order it here directly from the Fantagraphics web-catalog. “Lustlab Ad of the Week” is a comic adaptation of one of the week’s kinky personal ads in Seattle alt-weekly The Stranger, and I post them here every Wednesday(ish).
This woman pointed out that she lives in “the heartland.” In a way… don’t we all?
LUST, the “Lustlab Ad of the Week” book collection, is out and on the shelves! You can order it here directly from the Fantagraphics web-catalog. “Lustlab Ad of the Week” is a comic adaptation of one of the week’s kinky personal ads in Seattle alt-weekly The Stranger, and I post them here every Wednesday(ish).
Art theft: it sounds glamorous, until it HAPPENS TO YOU.
An entire two-block area over the future Sound Transit station is slated for demolition at the end of the year, and Barbara Luecke of STart (Sound Transit Art) came up with the idea to make a bunch of temporary art installations with the boarded-up buildings and empty storefronts. There’s some really cool stuff already, like Carl Smool’s hanging, billowing parachutes in a former nail salon.
I suggested that Friends of the Nib (our cartooning group) take a stab at transforming the old Jack-in-the-Box (ugly) that was boarded up (horribly, horribly ugly). There were thumbs-ups all around, everyone gave Jim Woodring some art, and he managed to format it all into a really cool mural:
Sound Transit did digital transfers onto six-foot-tall vinyl banners, which they screwed onto the building. My piece is the light blue one, “Joe’s Mouth”:
The whole thing stayed up for maybe a week before the banners started getting stolen, slashed off the screws that were holding them in place. It really sucked to watch them disappear. Mine was one of the last to go, which actually feels strangely insulting.
There’s been a fair bit of press about it – the Stranger’s Jen Graves warned, “Don’t make Ellen Forney go out there nights with a shotgun,” Regina Hackett of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer calls it “art-collecting with a razor,” and KOMO TV did a spot featuring the first-hit Bob Rini, including a newscaster creeping around pointing out the holes in the fence, talking in that “OH MY GOD” voice:
They intend to reinstall the mural, attached with some mega-adhesive to the building. It’s mostly stupid and frustrating to me. We’re trying to spiff up an eyesore, for chrissakes. Can’t people just enjoy it there on the wall?
I love fireworks. And in a way, isn’t that what Lustlab is all about? Happy Fourth!
LUST, the “Lustlab Ad of the Week” book collection, is out and on the shelves! You can order it here directly from the Fantagraphics web-catalog. “Lustlab Ad of the Week” is a comic adaptation of one of the week’s kinky personal ads in Seattle alt-weekly The Stranger, and I post them here every Wednesday(ish).
I stayed in a log cabin on Bainbridge Island all last week to work on my book proposal. I get it now, retreats. It was awesome and I got SO much work done.
I know about Sacred Groves because it’s my friend Ariel’s childhood home, which is hard for me to imagine. Ten acres of forest and meadow and woodland animals, and her hippie parents designed and built the log cabin themselves (!). Now her mother Therese lives there with her partner, Tere, and it’s kind of… a commune? Except while I was there, only one other person was around, and it was very peaceful (no scheduled sweat lodges or pagan ceremonies). The Sacred Groves website has a lot of photos. It’s gorgeous.
True: I wandered down the forest paths, coffee cup in hand, brainstorming. How “writer’s retreat” is that??
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Exhaustive research. (I put the laptop there for the photo. To my surprise, I wound up writing in pencil in a spiral-bound notebook most of the time.)
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I did yoga every morning…
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… another good time to brainstorm.
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Navel gazing. That’s not a judgment, just a fact. (May I also point out that this is a self-portrait, of me gazing at my navel, with a reflection of me, gazing at my navel.)
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See the owl? It was huge. It came and sat on a branch out back three days in a row.
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I was reading about a lot of alcoholic writers, so I figured: worth a try? (Note: I am drinking an actual beer but most of the bottles are from the recycling bin.)
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Midnight of the last night I was there, polishing my chapter outline. Very, very satisfying. Very proud of myself. Happy.
I was away all last week on a writing retreat. It was A-W-E-S-O-M-E. I will post about it soon. But first, here is last week’s Lustlab installment, late but not never.
LUST, the “Lustlab Ad of the Week” book collection, is out and on the shelves! You can order it here directly from the Fantagraphics web-catalog. “Lustlab Ad of the Week” is a comic adaptation of one of the week’s kinky personal ads in Seattle alt-weekly The Stranger, and I post them here every Wednesday(ish).
