Some sketches from Boundary Waters trip August 2006 (finally posted). Max's great poem not included. This post is also dedicated to my poor, beloved C.R.V. May she rest in pieces.

Apparently, New York hates me & my ears. I now have "myringitis" in my right ear (the other one), which basically is an irritated ear drum making everything around it, including my balance, unhappy. So if you see me on the ground somewhere, please lend an arm and hoist me up, and I'll thank you.

At least Ghostface is now officially my myspace friend. And this is, sorry again to use the hyperbole, is mindblowingly amazingly great!

So all these caricature-portraits were done for Stylus Magazine's end of the year Best Of lists (films, singles, albums)-- be sure to check out the final illustrations when they go up at the end of the year!

Ps. This is mindblowingly awesome (via Shurpa).

this



& this

were really good. And in other news, being employed in NYC is overrated. Screw you Conde Nast, I'm no cartographer. Sigh. Buenos Aires is looking more 'n' more appealing by the second. However, some good news is that a Chinatown doctor restored most of my hearing back! Yay! And I've got some illustration work going on! (Except it's all pro bono.) Meh!

Oh and here's some Rapture + animation sweet goodness, in a Yellow Submarine/graffiti sorta way (read: awesome).

So I'm kinda deaf in one ear now, I have a "oh yeah, that's pretty bad" (doctor's words quote unquote) ear infection, like I was seven years old. I was never a sickly kid and this is the second time I've ever had an ear infection, but man. Getting ill is unpleasant. The NYM hospital over here is like a bureaucratic nightmare, but creepy, where you run in circles to find the walk-in emergency room, finally find it, need to get directed to the triage, find the triage, fill out a form, get it punched, and then slip it to a little slit on a windowless door on an imposing wall, where then you wait to get reviewed, and then upon said review, move into the second circle of waiting, to finally be summoned to a hospital bed, and THEN wait again for the doctor to curtly diagnose you and give you paperwork.

So when you're waking up after a party to grab some aleve, head pounding and half of your hearing gone, finding the New York Marathon in full swing right on your street is a pretty arresting experience. This city never ceases to surprise and amaze.

P.S. the illo above was comissioned by Mr. Eddy over at FierceGameBiz. Not published yet, it's gotten 886 hits in two days at my Flickr site. Not a gamer myself, this floors me, this kind of intense anticipation. Whatever, I just better be getting me a free Wii out of the deal (ahem, Mr. Eddy).