UGH! I was so close! I staid up so late two nights ago, pasting up the master (and the master for a new free minicomic, Not Worth It, Number Fun!). Looking at the past year's "extra" comics I had drawn (nearly 50 pages!), all together in one volume was really exciting. It -along with Not Worth It, and a near-constant listening of They Might Be Giants' new Album Raises New and Troubling Questions (which is awesome)- had reminded me how important drawing unimportant comics is as a way to keep oneself fresh while working on larger more significant projects.
but then my backpack got stolen yesterday.
contents:
my sketchbook!
my sketchbook!
my computer! (if you see a dirty white macbook with a Quimby's sticker covering the Apple logo, that's mine)
some items not worth noting -like left over Halloween Candy, a zine I was reading, a CD I never got to listen to, oh and
MY MASTERS FOR THESE TWO COMICS I WAS NEARLY FINISHED PASTING UP!!!
I'm quite angry about this, but more than anything I'm really disappointed these comics wont be available at MIX.
The good news is, I will still be exhibiting at MIX with my good friend Sam Sharpe, and I'll have copies of the Plot #1, which is only a few months old, and I think a pretty good comic.
The good news is, I will still be exhibiting at MIX with my good friend Sam Sharpe, and I'll have copies of the Plot #1, which is only a few months old, and I think a pretty good comic.
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One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seemed filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
E. Bishop
1976
Not much solace.... I know.
When my laptop was stolen it had 2 years of documents and audio recordings essential for my (now resolved) legal imbroglio. I literally ran around in tight circles crying and wildly gesticulating after seeing the security video of a hooded man picking it up and walking casually away with it.
Sympathy........
Thanks Chris & Darcy! Darcy, the information on your computer was a million times more important than the information on mine. My friend Bec (who can occasionally be heard on PRI's the WORLD (WHAT?! way to go!)) once made a zine about losing things. She said she would put out a second issue, but she never did. Maybe she lost or had stolen the masters too.
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