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Mon, 18 Aug 2008 06:38:00 +0200 Wed, 06 Aug 2008 05:49:00 +0200 Tue, 05 Aug 2008 07:12:00 +0200 ![]() Well, it finally happened, The OverDrone has infected yet another blogging tool. Now you can find examples of the OverDrone's work on LiveJournal. The reason I use LJ for the webcomic is the poor resolution Blogger has for pictures and images. Admittedly, LJ is kind of frustrating. The layouts are crap and I don't have enough css skills to truly own my page. If anyone wants to help me out in that respect, drop me a line. other critiques I have of my own work include:
In the meantime enjoy the first effort and anxiously await the next posting, ok? As soon as the lil' G story arc finishes I will be introducing recurring characters. If you are interested in my influences and where I want to take this strip go here to see the absolute master of political satire and parody. I think it is about time someone published a vicious political strip in America. and I have high hopes of offending everyone in this upcoming election season.
Tue, 15 Jul 2008 07:53:00 +0200 Okay, I'll admit it, I first heard about the Obama cartoon through the radio. I used to subscribe to the New Yorker. Every weekend I would carry my copy with me everywhere I went. I would hold my copy just high enough so that the title was clearly visible while not obscuring my face. There I sat in the Wal-Mart parking lot, waiting for the wife to finish her shopping.It was that same wife who brought me to my senses one day. Her bladder was full and she needed some reading material to get the pipes flowing. "I thought you didn't read the New Yorker." I said in a snide voice clearly illustrating to all in range that I was the better person for being a reader of said magazine. "I don't" She replied, "but it's perfect for reading on the toilet." that was when the damask fell from my eyes. The edifice I had built in my head crumbled to rubble, I became aware for the first time of the sycophantic celebrity billionaire profiles, the so far behind the bleeding edge music coverage and Talk of the Town? Why should I care what that town is talking about? I live in Rockford, Illinois and sometimes I shop at Wal-Mart. There, I said it. Oh God, I feel so much better now, like an elephant has just stepped off my testicles. Don't get me wrong folks, I still read Anthony Lane's movie reviews, Peter Schjeldahl's art columns and how could I turn my back on a mag that has both Spiegelman and Crumb scribbling in the margins. It's just that now I know that I am the scruffy bum standing outside the window of the shiny restaurant while well dressed couples make well phrased comments at my expense. Despite all that, I had to see this cartoon that has caused such an uproar. You can see it above. From a magazine whose staff and readership are almost entirely white and upper middle class this is a bold statement. I have read around five years of this mag's recent publishing and this is the first black guy or girl I have ever seen in a cartoon. They did do a cover featuring a Hassidic Jew and a brown skinned woman kissing back in the nineties but this obama cartoon reminds me of aanother magazine altogether, a magazine that was in the bathroom of many homes in America before it stopped being funny. It was a magazine that often satirized presidential candidates and, unlike the New Yorker, also celebrities. It's mascot, much like Aloysius P. Thunderbum or whatever the top hatted fop is called, is a puzzled slightly sub normal young man named Alfred E. Newman. How sad that the New Yorker, whose previous role was to represent the lifestyle of a cloistered elite should be the magazine which manages to record forever the view from a million trailer park windows. Sadder than that even is that if you leave the isle of Manhattan, past Brooklyn and New Jersey you will find an obese nation who happen to believe that Barack Obama is a "musselman" and you want to know the worst part? I live there too. Tue, 08 Jul 2008 17:55:00 +0200 ![]() Just reposting some of my old art and sketches. The one above is based on that iconic image that has been making the rounds this past year. I was trying to capture the mass and strength of the gorilla, even in death. The original photo can be found here. Messing about with Blogger's sluggish picture interface has finally convinced me to create another site to host my art. The layout is just too small for my needs. I will still post book reviews here and the occasional article but images will go somewhere else. Any suggestions from out in the internet as to where a good image hosting site is? Mon, 07 Jul 2008 17:31:00 +0200 It doesn't happen often in this modern age. No matter how small the notion, someone is willing to take credit for it. So, the mysterious origins of the sock monkey are all the more compelling due to the absence of facts. The sock monkey didn't just spring up, whole cloth, from the Earth, but there is no record of when the first one was made.
As for the sock monkey, well, some speculate that it evolved from a type of sock doll that resembles a harlequin, examples have been seen but as Dan Bartlett, Curator of Exhibits for Midway Village museum center stresses, there could not be a doll with the distinctive red lips and rear end before 1932. That's because the red heel was an addition made in that year, on the suggestion of Howard Monk, a local adman. The red heel was a signature of the socks made by Forest City Knitting, the company formed by the Nelson family after they left Nelson knitting. Although we know the year that the red heel came into being there is no record of the sock monkey's existence before the late forties. Most sock monkeys date from either the fifties or the seventies. Two decades when homespun crafts were very popular. This reporter remembers his own sock monkey from the seventies, It's rhinestone eyes and ambiguous smile played a large part in the play times of my youth. That's another curious thing about the sock monkey. Unlike many dolls and handicrafts, the sock monkey transcends gender. This weekend at the Midway Village Museum Center, I watched as boys and girls sat at tables and assembled sock monkeys. Young men, who so often scorn a traditionally female pastime like sewing, industriously stitched monkey parts. In previous years at the sock monkey festival I have seen college students show up with their sock monkeys, proudly displaying their handiwork. Another mystery, what is this hold the sock monkey has on our imagination? "I think it has something to do with their origins, they are homemade, each one is unique." Says Doc Slafkosky, who runs the Kortman Gallery with his partner Jerry Kortman. "My grandmother's friend made mine when I was a child. Winifred Peterson, that was her name." I should probably mention that the Kortman Gallery offers quite a few sock monkey products. "The sock monkey is in the public domain." Says Doc. "We have a T-Shirt with our own sock monkey on it. It's very popular, but anyone can make a sock monkey item and I think that's part of it's appeal. It's an example of American ingenuity and a Rockford original." There is that too. As a child in Boise Idaho, thousands of miles from Rockford Illinois, this reporter had a sock monkey. Other thirty-somethings from around the country also remember their sock monkeys fondly. Despite it's local origins, the sock monkey has achieved a ubiquity which supercedes it's humble beginnings. That was apparent when I walked into the Midway Village Museum Center on March eighth. Families filled the special events hall and sock monkey parts sprawled across tables. "For the four years we've held the festival, we get about six hundred people each day." Says Jessica McDonald, Special Events Coordinator for Midway Village. "It's our biggest special event." Jessica collects vintage monkeys, preferably from the fifties. "When I look at a sock monkey I think about the person who made it." I ask her if there's any way to trace the monkeys, if they have a provenance. "There's no provenance on most sock monkeys. I know of one women who collected sock monkeys with a distinctive multi colored pom-pom on their hats. She finally traced them back to one church group in Iowa who used that multicolored yarn but usually there is no way to find the creator of the monkey." In the four years since the first festival there has been something of a sock monkey renaissance in Rockford Illinois. Large fiberglass sock monkeys decorated by local artists stand at the main thoroughfares. It's hard to say what effect this has had on this blue collar city on the Rock river but it's clear that some Rockfordians have embraced their inner sock monkey. And then there's the curious case of Neslon. But that's just one monkey, Barbara Gerry has been making monkeys and finding homes for them among the political elite. Barack Obama has one of her monkeys but whatever happens in November it won't be the first sock monkey in the White House. Jenna Bush and the president himself have examples of her handicraft. With a monkey in the White House you would think that the sock monkey’s ambitions might be sated, but no, as I spoke with Barbara I was introduced to a Japanese woman who was filming her. She had plans to take the sock monkey across the Pacific to the land of the Rising Sun. Forest City Knitting eventually merged with Nelson Knitting and as demand for the work sock declined they turned to making athletic socks. Now the sock is produced almost exclusively for the construction of sock monkeys. No one knows who made that first sock monkey but their handiwork lives on, on the shelves and in the closets of all kinds of Americans. Their origins might be a mystery but their appeal is apparent to all. Midway Village Museum at 6799 Guilford Road, Rockford Illinois, holds the annual Sock Monkey Festival in early March. They can be reached via the internet, at www.midwayvillage.com or by phone (815) 397-9112. The Kortman Gallery at 107 N. Main, Rockford, Illinois, offers sock monkey products all year round. They can be reached at (815) 968 0123. Note: this piece was written in the hopes of selling it to a travel magazine. As you might have guessed, I didn't sell the piece. Not only that, but I didn't hear from the editor at all. Oh well, that is what I get for trawling Craigslist for jobs. If you want more info on the sock monkey, you can contact me in the comments. Thu, 26 Jun 2008 06:22:00 +0200 IT's hard not to compare Donald Ray Pollack's Knockemstiff to an earlier work from a less rusted era. Oh, I'm sure there were rusted hulks back in Sherwood Anderson's day, maybe a picnic pavilion went unpainted a season or two to the eternal embarrasment of some long forgotten marching band but not a single denizen of Winesburg ever unloaded in an alley or overdosed on Anabolic steroids.
You can ascribe it to a general coursening of our culture or blame the education system but you won't be able to put this book down regardless of it's rough edges. The stories are short and satisfying, the characters remarkably lifelike (in fact I think some of them lived next door to me) and unlike so many other midwestern tales of despair, there is no salvation. The final story returns to the lives of the family in the first, thirty years later. The boy is now a man, dried out and off the sauce but you won't find any Nicholas Sparks type of revelation here, just the long shuffle towards death. Read it now so that you can say that you did twenty years from now, when this book will be used in College classrooms across the country as a primer on twentieth century mores. Knockemstiff, Ohio actual photos Wed, 05 Mar 2008 06:52:00 +0100 Tue, 19 Feb 2008 05:01:00 +0100 I know, I know, it has been almost two weeks since I posted, what do you want me to say? I'm not sorry, not at all. The fact is I have to deal with things in the non virtual world and the thought of combing the Internet to find something halfway interesting to post about just doesn't excite me. In away I blame the weather. Here in NW Illinois we have had foot after foot of snow in the last month and I have been shoveling like a madman. Currently, when I go outside I am surrounded by a blank white covering over the world. The almost constant cloud cover further stifles my mindset and makes me prone to solipsism. (How do I know that you are even out there reading this, that you are not just some construct I have made to keep myself company?) When the skies clear and my horizon widens again I am sure I will give a shit about what robots are doing in Japan but right now my world has contracted. I've read probably a book a day in the last month, some things I would never have picked in better weather. About all I have used the Internet for is music acquisition mostly here and here. All of this thinking has caused me to reconsider my posting strategy as well. My feeling is that I shouldn't be simply passing on tidbits and links, those are important but there should be some depth as well. Partly this is due to my admitting to myself that this blog is not going to make money. I don't even know why I still have ad sense on here, I probably owe google money.
But enough about my seasonal affective disorder, I haven't posted in a long while. Today I'll review two diaries. The first is SnakePit My Life in a Jugular Vein by Ben Snakepit and the second is 365 Days by Julie Doucet. Snakepit covers three years, highlights from Ben SnakePit's day are documented in a three panel format. As he says himself, he really can't draw but the simple lines reinforce the repetition inherent in his formula. Often pages will go by with him working, getting stoned, being broke, eating burritos and so on. This is broken up by occasional tours. He is so right about Rockford, it is a shitty place. I for one am impressed that he manages to concentrate his days into three sections. If I were to attempt such a thing it would go something like this. Highlights include the part where he gets scabies and there is a hilarious panel where his friend calls him out because he draws himself thinner than he actually is. In his defense he does begin to lay a little more ink around his midsection. What makes this work all the sweeter is the CD with track listing by date. I first read Julie Doucet in her excellent Dirty Plotte more than a decade ago. She has always done surreally autobigraphical work and this is no exception. Doucet misses days and sometimes weeks and the days are often separated by decorative borders or collage elements. Of the two books this one is more self consciously artistic. Because of her past work I tend to forgive her for anything (really, anything) but she seems put out about having to make the journal at all. Despite that it is still easy to get lost in her lines and when she feels like it the intimacy she has always brought to her autobiographical stuff is there. Mon, 28 Jan 2008 06:55:00 +0100 Well, yesterday the temperature rose to a whopping 33 degrees, that's right, one degree above freezing. The sun was shining so I took my camera and my dog to the banks of the mighty Kishwaukee River. Pictures follow.
![]() ![]() ![]() When I'm not walking large dogs I'm wondering if I will ever see the second season of the Venture Brothers. I know I know, I should have watched adult swim more often but that would have meant experiencing the excrecable Squidbillies and the moribund Aqua Teen. Anyway, The Venture Brothers is possibly the finest cartoon to come out of North America since Futurama ended. The Venture Brothers Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:48:00 +0100 Sorry about the chronic absenteeism lately here at The OverDrone but I have been wrestling with new soft and hard-ware. To illustrate my point let me show you two pictures. The first is an acrylic piece I did on a wood panel.
![]() The second is an attempt at using Corel's paint program with a tablet. You can see the difference, right? It is like I have no sense of digital values. It is embarrassing to me and I must work to rectify it. If that means less computer time blogging than so be it. To make it up to my regular readers (all five of you) might I recommend these two mix tapes? The first mix is another quality offering from those dutch boys over at T'Nieuwe Werck. The second is a mix by Justice, it is known as the "rejected fabric mix" and contains quite a few obscure bits and pieces. Just follow this link. Well I hope that explains where I've been. See you soon. Thu, 17 Jan 2008 05:35:00 +0100 So Yeah, I have been off net lately. I am still breathing, just not blogging. I will continue to post weekly until I have time to spend online. Please watch this video of this awesome song from CSS and come back real soon.. Let's Make Love and Listen to DFA Fri, 04 Jan 2008 07:02:00 +0100 ![]() Sorry about my recent cyber-absence. I have been involved in real world stuff fecently. My computer time has been spent mastering new tools. Above is a rough for a landscape I've been working on. Posting will be slow for some time. Fri, 28 Dec 2007 06:58:00 +0100 Above you see another attempt of mine to master the art of digital painting. It seems like it is just as frustrating as regular painting. Yeah, I can erase but the Corel program I use freezes and hiccups sometimes and I can't always get the fine brush strokes that I want. It makes me want to paint in real time just because I can. Anyhoo, the New Yorker has a pretty good article about the death of books. click below. Thu, 27 Dec 2007 06:48:00 +0100 RapRok is a style of music not to be confused with RokRap. RokRap includes all of the work of that Biscuit band, much of Korn's output, and any other group of YWS's (Young White Suburbanites) who listened to a little too much MC Hammer in their formative years. The genre generally includes a lot of shouting and the odd nod to rhythm. It doesn't help that much of the lyrics written by these bands have about as much weight as Aaron Carter's paen to Candy. Don't get me wrong, here at The OverDrone we have been known to sing along to some of the stuff ourselves but we reserve our dollars and sense for the truly stellar examples of the medium. Speaking of which, Saul Williams latest, produced by NIN's Trent Reznor, redefines what is good RapRok. Not since Public Enemy and Anthrax came together has there been such a fusion of crunchy guitars, spoken lyrics and moshable moments. Reznor's production brings out the low pain in Williams words and the bass crunch just makes your ass shake. At the low, low price of $5 or nothing this album is better than most major label releases this year. The Inevitable Rise and Liberation of NiggyTardust! Wed, 26 Dec 2007 06:30:00 +0100 This is the first go round here at The OverDrone using the Wacom Bamboo tablet and Corel Paint 3. Just a scribble really but it didn't take long. Expect more and better as the new year dawns. Thanks Santa and my In-Laws and a merry Christmas to all!
Sat, 22 Dec 2007 07:01:00 +0100 I read this book years ago and now it is being made into a movie. Surprisingly, the new adaptation that Gould wrote specifically for the movie is pretty good. The trailer looks awesome.
Steven Gould: JUMPER Fri, 21 Dec 2007 04:59:00 +0100 ![]() Recently The OverDrone tuned into Craft in America on PBS. Richard Notkin was featured in a section on Ceramics. Notkin makes the argument that what is considered craft can also speak to issues . The piece in the picture above is actually a teapot. I had seen Notkin's work in stills before but seeing them turning in space on the screen brought a new understanding of his work to me. Many of his teapots appear to be unglazed but on further examination are polished or burnished to create different finishes. Craft in America Episode II Richard Notkin Wed, 19 Dec 2007 07:41:00 +0100 Julian Friedler offers up this take on Picasso's masterpiece in this, the hundredth year of it's existence. Click here to see more.Le Demoiselle en 3D Wed, 19 Dec 2007 05:19:00 +0100 Nerds With Kids makes an excellent point about The Incredibles in this post pasted from a message board. Here at The OverDrone I wrestled with the same issues on viewing the movie with my then six year old daughter.
Nerds With Kids Tue, 18 Dec 2007 06:57:00 +0100 ![]() Oh, man, look at the woofers on that chair. I bet sitting on that seriously lowers your sperm count. Here it is folks, before the 808, before Grandmaster Flash, there was the musical chair. I only wish they had a reclining model. Nowadays mixers stand at their consoles and twiddle their thumbs, but it was a gentler age back then, why, Funky Drummer hadn't even been conceived yet. MoLi presents Forgotten Chairs Mon, 17 Dec 2007 05:49:00 +0100 Another short post today as I have been playing catch up these last few days. Apologies to anyone who noticed the interruption of services. I'm not even going to post a picture today so you will just have to click on the link to see what I'm slavering over.
Oh, man this thing looks so sweet, if Santa brings me one I am going to draw all over the internet. I've been relatively good this year but the bastard has let me down before. Yeah, I'm talking to you Santa. Remember when I wanted Castle Grayskull and you brought me that cardboard Police Helicopter instead, well now is the time to make it up to me, I've got cookies, please Santa. Please? Intuos3 Tablet Sat, 15 Dec 2007 06:57:00 +0100 Another game by that bloke wot does the Zero Punctuation. This one is slicker, more stylish and just as free as the last ones. The Art of Theft
Despite the lo-res The Art of Theft is an excellent game. You play as Trilby, a recurring character in his work and you get to sneak around and earn upgrades so that you can sneak around even more. Fri, 14 Dec 2007 06:45:00 +0100 This book is currently being passed around here at The OverDrone. It is a sad day as this looks to be the last of Kage Baker's Company novels. I can't think of another series that I have actually stuck with from beginning to end, usually the plot starts to grind down after the third or fourth installment, but not this time. IF you haven't read this series yet I'd recommend starting with The Garden of Iden or Sky Coyote and then reading upwards time-wise, This definitely isn't a standalone novel. Baker manages to wrap up the loose ends which dangled so temptingly throughout the series. I'll keep this review short as I'm still mourning the end of a great series but I give it Infinity out of Ten stars. Wed, 12 Dec 2007 06:47:00 +0100 The OverDrone presents another review of a book that has been out for some time. Not only that but this is a compilation of material originally published in the nineties. Why did I wait so long to review this? Well, I read Hate through out the nineties, not to mention Bagge's first series, Neat Stuff starring Girly Girl and Chucky Boy, thus I felt no need to purchase this volume immediately. My mistake...
Seeing all of these stories together illustrates Bagge's brilliance. Buddy, the New Jerseyite slackster develops into a real person in these issues. Lisa's later importance is deftly foreshadowed here, although I doubt even Bagge knew it at the time, and George, is it just me or does he seem way more interesting when presented en masse like this? If you don't know what I'm talking about you ought to purchase this fine book from Fantagraphics or you can buy it used from Amazon below. Buddy Does Seattle |
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