February 3rd, 2012
July 15th, 2011
"If you admire somebody, you should go 'head and tell 'em. People never get the flowers while they can still smell 'em."
July 11th, 2011
July 25th, 2010
My Senior year in high school, I spent almost every lunch period hanging out with this gigantic dude (6'11") named Ranard Robinson. Ranard had this iconic red hoodie that girls would request to try on and be swallowed up into the absurd size of it. I've always had a desire to be much shorter than I am (6'3"), so I found a weird comfort in how much taller than me Ranard was. Around him, I was the little kid, the energetic sidekick to his gigantic, stoic presence.
Ranard and I would frequently walk off campus to a nearby office building that had a Chick-fil-A in the lobby, talking about classes, teachers, and how fucking good this (then) new rapper Kanye West was. We never really spent time together outside of school, so that walk was the time we got to know one another. I'm awful at small talk, so whenever our conversations hit a lull, my brain would default to asking a really invasive, personal question, which is a tendency I'm still wary of, but have learned to live with. I asked him what it was actually like being so tall, he said it was nerve racking to hear people whispering about him when he walked by. I asked him what it was like to be pretty much forced into basketball, he said he resented it but had no other choice. I asked him if he had ever experienced racism towards him, and he was silent. A minute or two later he said "yeah" in his deep voice, and I knew not to go any further. I knew that even if he had told me, I wouldn't really understand. I realized there are some things that can be explained or learned second hand, and some that cannot.
May 7th, 2010
OH MY GOD! We're having a FIRE! ... sale
$10 LOVE shirts - free shipping in the US - limited sizes left - these shirts will get you laid
April 30th, 2010
April 28th, 2010
An illustration of this post by David:
Whenever I lie down on top of Rachel, she calls me a â€śman blanketâ€ť. I think itâ€™s because Iâ€™m so soft and flat.
April 8th, 2010
Fact from Josh:
NYC Taxi Medallions, which are necessary to legally pick up passengers in Manhattan below 96th street, sell for as much $600k.
April 8th, 2010
Fact from Zach:
The sport of "stock car" racing got its start when moonshiners would modify their automobiles to outrun federal government revenue agents.
March 5th, 2010
In college I had this super dorky, nerdy by nerd standards, anthropology teacher. I was taking his class as a free elective, so I spent most of the time not paying attention and silently fabricating elaborate storylines about my unknown classmates.
One day my ears perked up when the professor was talking about a few years in the 70's he'd spent touring with and studying punk rockers. The image of this starkly lame dude, surrounded by black-clad, pierced misfits astounded me. How could he have possibly been accepted into such an image based, anti-establishment culture? He explained that, at first sight, most of the people were indeed, very wary of him. But, once the punks realized he was there without bias, and that he was simply trying to learn their story, he was graciously accepted in spite of his appearance.
Looking back now, I sort of realize how completely punk rock it was for this textbook looking anthropologist, whose colleagues were out observing indigenous tribes in Africa, to roadtrip with an obscure musical subculture that was deemed, simply, "problematic" by almost all other aspects of society.
Basically, I wish I was an anthropologist and/or could grow facial hair.
February 23rd, 2010
Every now and then I'll read something that creates a really clear image in my brain. The following is a great example of that. I'm going to start trying to get those images down on paper (read: computer screen) and share them. UR BLOGS AIN'T SAFE!
My illustration of this post by Matt Langer.
Jace and I just spent five minutes on our fourth floor fire escape watching two kids hurl snowballs at passing cars. They were taking cover behind a few trees separating Driggs Ave. from McCarren Park, pelting drivers as they rolled through the traffic light at N. 12th.
We laughed and we cheered as we watched these two mischievous little twelve-year-olds, probably unaware they had an audience. I tried to imagine the courage they must have summoned as they delivered each icy projectile, and the nervous backtracking that immediately followed, a readiness to retreat into McCarren at the first sign of trouble. We critiqued their technique, their hits and their misses; I grew concerned when brazenness got the best of them they started targeting cars stopped at the red light.
Someone finally hit the breaks, proffering that trademark sidelong stare of adult disapproval. The kids took off towards Lorimer.
Maybe I shouldn't have enjoyed their prank as much as I did, but something about it was just so youthful, so refreshingly irreverent. And seeing as I'm still reeling from finally living in this city again, something about it just seemed so wonderfully New York.
February 20th, 2010
February 17th, 2010
Thick brown sludge, the drink of grown ups.
Always was a kid, and never tried the stuff.
A lapse in my thinking, I brewed up a cup.
Drank it down fast, and now I am stuck.
February 14th, 2010
Feelings Suck is now live. It's not exactly what I set out to make, but it forced me to break through a creative slump I was in, so that's more than enough. Hope you find something on there you can relate to, or at the very least, laugh at. Happy Valentine's Day. <3
January 6th, 2010
This is my Sufjan Stevens drawing for the hype machine's annual zeitgeist. Zach told me about the album Greetings from Michigan my freshman year in college, and I was instantly smitten. So much beauty, lore, energy, and raw talent in his music.
December 20th, 2009
Drawing of the day - Woody Allen
I'm going to be posting a drawing a day on twitter. Today's came very natural and quick, and it felt great. I love drawing well known people because as I'm looking for references, I get an extremely quick crash course into that person's life. It's amazing to see Woody Allen age decade after decade while continuing to make truly entertaining movies.
December 12th, 2009
I've been getting a bunch of requests for new prints, so I did a few small runs of some drawings about imaginary girls that were inspired by real ones. Iâ€™m really happy with how they turned out. Makes me want to do more. Also, there are only a couple LOVE prints left.
December 11th, 2009
Stuffed Robot introduces ROXYBOT - The next generation of rock and roll, Roxybot was designed to move the crowd. From power chords to sweep arpeggios, this female knows how to melt faces. However, glam rock is a cruel mistress, and the vivacious vixen fell from grace. Kindly give a home to this robot rocker.
November 27th, 2009
November 20th, 2009