Apr 232012



ENID: It’s so hard to tell with him. . . He’s such a taciturn fellow . . .
BECKY: Where did you get all these words?
ENID: Oh, it’s just because of studying for that stupid test my dad wants me to take.
BECKY: I thought you weren’t going to take that test.
ENID: Yeah, well . . . My dad already paid for it, and he’s really been pestering me and everything . . . it’s a total drag . . .
BECKY: You are such a f—ing liar.
ENID: I’m NOT lying, I just–
BECKY: You tell me every STUPID DETAIL of your life but you don’t even MENTION that you’re studying for this test.
ENID: That’s because you’re acting like such a CREEP about it . . . I’m only taking a stupid test.
BECKY: Maybe I’m just SICK of putting more into this friendship than I get out of it. . .
ENID: What the f. are you TALKING about?
BECKY: Like how come I’M always the one who has to call you? You NEVER call me.
ENID: You’re out of your mind! I called you TODAY! Practically everything you’ve ever done is because of me! I feel like I practically have to TELL YOU what to do.


from Ghost World, by Daniel Clowes 'Ghost World' by Daniel Clowes, published by Thompson and Groth. Fantagraphics Books, Seattle Washington, c. 1998.


I had flare-ups like this with my best friend in high school. We meant the entire world to each other and we were both too young to be trusted with a waffle iron. So things could get messy.

Some of our most significant exchanges happened in ballpoint pen on lined yellow legal paper. I also had vital and heated conversations with my mother on sheets from the yellow pad. My mother’s notes could run to twelve or thirteen pages. She would fold them up and shove them under the bedroom door when I was sleeping. She left the thickest ones on the floor, just outside; they wouldn’t fit through the crack.

Yellow legal paper doesn’t keep well, not for the long term.

Jan 192012



“ For one thing, the suggestion that true popular power lies in choosing between Mars Bars and Fry’s Chocolate Cream bars suggests a certain decline in the democratic ideal from the days of Thomas Jefferson, not to speak of the Athenian city-state. Freedom now lies in deciding which particular set of grubby little deceptions to resist. ”

—Emily Dickinson

— Terry Eagleton, in his madly mad review of On Brand by Wally Olins

This is a nice logo, a peaceful clean logo. Is it really evil? Am I my soap? And what is a Fry’s Chocolate Cream Bar? Terry must be British. Twix, Milky Way, Kit Kat, Snickers. That’s what I’m talking about. Hey, speaking of logos, that was wack what Snickers did with their logo. Changing up the words . . . that was like the American Revolution or something. What do you mean I am not free?

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