There’s only so many back-to-back days of social obligations I can handle before I break down. Even if they’re all great. Even if I like everybody. I get overstimulated. I have to go be quiet.
I also probably shouldn’t be allowed out too long unsupervised. I made a friendly overture to someone at a friend’s event who turned out to be somewhere between starfucker and stalker. Not for me, but for my friend and certain other people Eric and me are sometimes affiliated with. The Someone ended up grilling Eric for said peoples’ home addresses and phone numbers, which he wouldn’t give out, and the Someone called him a stuck up dick. Honestly though I just always thought it was rude to give out someone’s personal info without their knowledge or permission, get over it.
When a cab pulled in front of ours on a rainy 3 AM nearly causing a collision and causing us both to smack our heads against the partition separating us from the cabbie, my streak of black humor made me wonder if it wasn’t him. I didn’t bother mentioning it aloud.
I made a wisecrack about the vituperative review of the Guggenheim Symbolist show in the NY Times after a friend posted it on Facebook. She was annoyed by how ill informed the critic seemed to be. A complete stranger liked the wisecrack…and then went on to like several of my old profile pics.
Usually I’ll color this sick fuck’s hair hair green. But I did this for NY Waste, which is black and white printing, so I shaded his hair in black, and now he looks like some kind of reptilian Nick Cave. But I guess that’s ok since they’re both the zeitgeist of whatever the hell the point of this article is supposed to be.
(My friend posted that article once a long time ago. It made me laugh. My friend writes incredible zines about murder. They make me wish I was a better fiction writer.)
I haven’t blogged in over a month. What did I do?
hit a creeper with my bow who tried to slip me the tongue while playing violin in the park
got invited with Eric to a mermaid parade GWAR wedding, ended up missing the ceremony due to an N train that stalled for 15 minutes AT. EVERY. GODDAMN. STOP. Became paranoid about the Universe in a downpour
had an art opening. Went to some other people’s art opening’s and book releases and film screenings and stuff. Was photographed with Eric by a guy who Bob Bert told me was a “very famous” downtown photographer. Meanwhile, another “very famous” downtown photographer skulked around various events looking nervous for some reason.
drank a beverage that involved bubble tea and cotton candy in an oversized light bulb on my birthday.
drunkenly extolled the virtues of Ital Shack to people who probably just don’t care.
Regarding the show with Seth David Tobocman tonight at the Anarchist Book Fair in Montreal, I want to post this message that Eric had passed along for Seth to read:
Greetings from NYC! This is Eric Blitz; Both myself and J. Gonzalez-Blitz are sorry that we will not be performing tonight as the Direct Action Ensemble with Seth Tobocman. I was at this time denied a renewal of my passport. Such are the times we live in, and just like the work you will see and hear tonight, times like this have happened before over the years. My words to you are “The struggle continues”, “Power to the people” and as Seth can further elaborate, Make shit happen” Whenever there have been times like these, the word and the creations of artists of all disciplines get attacked.
I have worked with Seth since the early 2000’s, though we both come from the NYC art, music and activist underground of the early and mid 1980’s. enduring both good and bad. Tonight both J. and I want you to to actively watch and listen to the work in the great French issue of “War in the neighborhood” and decide for yourself if it is time to review the past, learn from it, and bring YOUR new…for the future which is NOW! MERCI!!!!!
Also the passport guy looked something up and I’m marked as posting “incendiary art”? YOU post incendiary art! :p
Nah, just kidding, I’m sure something I drew could be taken in that manner or some shit, but FFS art isn’t SUPPOSED to be safe. Unless you want to spend you life drawing Hallmark cards and Summer’s Eve boxes or something. I dunno.
Here’s another comic that initially first ran on Patreon, now being released into the wild. Remember, to see content first, or sometimes see content that’s not going up anywhere else, and help me on to more ambitious projects, won’t you consider becoming a patron?
So…our country is living through an even bigger paradigm shift these days than 9/11 was. If not bigger, than certainly stranger, in many ways.
It’s the stroke of midnight and we’ve finished a late dinner of Turkish food after a lengthy rehearsal…later today (at 4:15) me and Eric are Seth Tobocman as the Direct Action Ensemble at NYC’s Anarchist Book Fair at Judson Church, and again the week after nextk at an Anarchist Book Fair in Montreal.
It’s a good thing anarchists have such a press going on. The rest of the press has become a trainwreck.
Here’s a site with more info for the New York one:
My writing becomes more sparse as my mind switches over to thoughts that are almost exclusively sounds and pictures these days. Sometimes sensations. These used to be accompanied with dialog, or a narrator even, but these days there’s less and less of it.
Uploading comics that first ran exclusively on Patreon. This was back in January, but whatevs, he’s still as Dave Gahan puts it, “a cunt”. http://www.patreon.com/jgonzalezblitz
Apologies to Matt Furie for my homage to Pepe The Frog, an originally very benign (if not too hygenic) comic character from his Boy’s Club series.
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I like this one, it’s got that “doomsday with the one you love” feel
So I’m recovering from another couple of days of dizzying migraines…my contributor copies of the Prince Coloring Book came yesterday afternoon from Feral House! But when this happens I can’t sit upright more than 5 minutes at a time, more or less. Eric read the forward Darius James wrote to me. Above is the drawing I did for the book.
Between us, me and Eric might have about 8 or 9 “preexisting conditions” on that ridiculous list from the proposed new healthcare bill that would make things impossible for us. Including the one that’s not a medical condition but a felonious crime.