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Museum (h)ours

Time to take down the show of drawings I've had up at Cafe 1923 here in Hamtramck for the last several weeks. They were all sketches I've done of objects at the Detroit Institute of Arts, and they were on display while the debate raged (still unsettled) over whether the city can sell off some of the museum's collection to pay its debts. Here's a sample of the ones I've managed to photograph or scan, to give a feel of the show. (And thanks to Hatch Hamtramck for the opportunity.)















I missed 24-Hour Comics Day again...

...but seeing the comic a friend did earlier this month for the annual all-day comic book-making marathon session (invented by Scott "Understanding Comics" McCloud) inspired me to dig up the better of the two I've ever managed to finish, from 2003 (I think, or '04). It came out fairly well I think, and it's pretty coherent considering the "30-foot beer bottle" and "talking uterus" that appear were assigned to me as prompts by an online random generator before starting (possibly the "family of raccoons" was a prompt, too... ?). The ambulance is based on one I saw in NYC earlier that year. The Langley Schools Project version of "Desperado" was in the air a lot around then. (Needless to say, I don't own the rights to that song or "Get Up, Stand Up"...) And there really is a restaurant in the 'burbs here that has a giant beer bottle out front. The typesetting is a little rough here and there, and somehow I nev…

Come Sail Away

Here's a super-short story I wrote for an informal flash fiction workshop I attended earlier this year. I don't do much prose writing at all, but I thought this one turned out fairly well. The prompt was something like "Hey man, wanna ride?"
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Come Sail Away  

“Sorry, kid,” the boatman said, “no discounts. Everyone pays the same.”

The mop-haired boy stared back blankly for a moment, then reached into the pocket of his cut-offs and brought out a fifty cent piece. He hadn’t realized it was there. He held it out to the boatman.

“Perfect. Hop in.”

The kid clambered into the narrow wooden skiff. It wobbled as he made his way to the bow. He sat, facing the back of the boat, and started worrying at a few pebbles he’d picked up on the shore.

With a practiced stroke, the boatman slipped his pole into the black water, leaned into it and pushed off. Noiselessly, the skiff slid out into the calm, mist-covered river. No wind, slow current — easy sailing today, the boatman tho…