Showing posts with label culture yak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label culture yak. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Your Mom, Teleported

New daily drawing up at Partyka, after Zak's post: Your Mother, Teleported to Afghanistan. It is the Art Of Enthusiasm! Later, or someday, or something: Ghostbusters. Ninjas.

The taliban won't understand your mother's shorts

Zak wrote a thing on his blog and I like it and I'm linking to it.

"Imagine for a minute that your mother is teleported to a Taliban-controlled village in Afghanistan. She’s probably not wearing a veil. She might even be wearing shorts. The Taliban, naturally, will probably be upset. Or maybe not, they might laugh--"Hah, woman! Your attempt to seduce us is laughable!". Either way, though, they'll be mistaken if they think this is a deliberate attempt on your mother's part to provoke or tempt or doing anything to them. This is just what happens when someone is transferred immediately from the orbit of one culture into the orbit of another."

Monday, April 20, 2009

I felt like drawing a Ghostbuster, ok.

New daily drawings up at Partyka, again. Here's one:
By the way, Joey Weiser continues being a lovely guest at the House of Partyka. Here is his bad-ass Mothra-As-Snoopy (click to enlarge, because you can't see the extremely pleasant half-tone effect at this smaller size.):

I've had "Koyaanisqatsi" running in a hidden tab on my browser while I've been doing image-and-site-editing for the past hour, because it's up for free on Youtube and I thought "hey, a repetitive Philip Glass score will be enjoyable during repetitive grunt work," but it's mostly been irritating. I guess it's kind of fun to guess whether each slight change in the looping music and the monks-in-space vocals signifies a slow-motion shot of, like, nature or of dudes smelting things, but on the whole it has been way less rewarding than the time I folded my laundry to it five years ago. I am probably not approaching the work in the correct spirit.

Yrs,
MW.