Just got in under the wire for Friday in my usual time zone, but I’m not in that time zone right now, I’m in California. Still, I’m pleased I managed it.
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Shrink in horror from my childish cursive, more accurately.
So why didn’t Thomas Gray write a poem about that???
Got out the tracing light for this one.
I’m trying to sort of ease into being funny again. I’m tired of not being funny. You might also be tired of my not being funny.
Putting this together took it out of me, and I don’t have a handy link for comics featuring Nineveh the cat, but here’s the complete first draft of my book of Jonah, wherein you can see Nineveh the city, and[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Yes, I know Kafka’s first name was Franz, not Frank, but I’m following in the footsteps of his Brieffreundin Milena Jesenská—author, translator, and Nazi resister—who called him Frank in her letters. (Somewhat similarly, Edgar Allan Poe once referred to himself,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I will never tire of referring to Kafka’s brothel patronage. Or of drawing his hair. It tends to change size and shape from panel to panel, which is fitting for him.
If you want some suggestions about how to help repudiate fascism, I recommend checking out Hopium Chronicles by Simon Rosenberg. Rosenberg gained some renown last year for being one of the loudest voices questioning the “red wave” narrative that turned[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This story first appeared in the New Yorker in January 24, 1931. I have mentioned James Thurber here before, specifically my theory that he’s what Franz Kafka would have been had Franz Kafka been a gentile from Columbus, Ohio, rather than[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…