Thursday, July 31, 2008

Ol Jay Dog 2 Cents

Yes! Another poster done, finally. It took forever for me to finish this for some reason. This is my boy Jeremy. I'm well under way with a EZLN piece that'll accompany my Zapatista munny. So lot's of good work today. Unfortunatly, I've lost my note book somewhere, so a whole summer of notes for short stories, comics and bike posters are that's awesome. sigh, hopefully it'll turn up!

Yours, ect.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

rumors of progress have been greatly exaggerated

Here's a couple of quotes from yester year that I think are nicley topicail.

"what man can make, man can unmake.
Frederick Douglas

"The time has come to change the tones of submission into tones of defiance."
JW Loguen

Monday, July 28, 2008

Danny the rusty pool shark

The jukebox wailed through the nighttime outside Mikal's Package. I sat under the awning with Clive, who was all how-you-doings and back slapping. I've been rumbling in idle all night. It's not that there's nothing to do, there's just nothing to do quick. The waves of the future are covering this acrid and gauss covered town. Religious feeling numbs men's toes and tips of their fingers. The clouds collapse like two oncoming trains. Old neptune is dragging us down with him and all I can do is wait for my quarter malted milk.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

lost at...

Both the car and I were in a jam. It was crammed beneath eleven inches snow and I was locked in a conversation I couldn't escape from.
"I need you to take care of me," you cooed through parted lips.
"I don't live enough life for two," I said.
"But I love you," You pleaded.
I turned the key again. The car turned over, and died.
You lowered your eyes.
"Dan." I heard you say.
I let go of the key.
"Your eyes are the only visible part of your body, you know," I said. "Save for that your inside is a mystery to me. People are like seas, infinite, torrential, foreign. You can slap a few shoddy planks together and try to navigate a body, but you can't really know someone that way, not in a hundred years."
I turned the car over. It jolted free from the snow back and we meandered onto the slick road.
"Dan," you said pleadingly.
"How could you love me, if you don't know me."

Thursday, July 24, 2008


I had a seven hour day. I woke up at three pm this afternoon, who does that? Clearly, more time needs to be spent preaching the revolution and writing sea shanties than sleeping.
With that in mind the following is a excerpt from a W.E.B Dubois speech.

God wept; but that mattered little to an unbelieving age; what mattered most was that the World wept and still is weeping and blind with tears and blood.

Really lifts up your spirit, right?

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Maybe Somewhere But Not Here

On a dog day afternoon we crawled cowardly through the musty cobwebbed streets of the old cobbled town. It would be over soon. The vibrant arch of our adolescence was spinning into a plodding, muted, vexedness. We wanted to go out with a bang. All helter skelter thoughts of time and tide were toned down by our newer mundane labours.
We collapsed into the night. The sweaty sweet neon pulse of our teenage bar fantasies was sullied by the truth. They were just rooms. Rooms where people dreamed of something somewhere else. Rooms where people chased dreams around shadowed corners and up, and down knotted, rusty fire escapes. Escapes, they sought escapes. We sought escapes.

The Polish Taco

Malcom's was an old saloon across town. The place hadn't seen any maintenance in decades. Dust hung on the place like a coat of paint. I had started working the night shifts to pay off my tab and earn a little for a train ticket back east.
The owner was a slack-jawed Irishman from South Cork. He had gotten it into his head to make a special meal a day. So he got a chalk board and wrote, "Tuesday: Polish Taco." It was half a sow kidney stuffed with chicken and onion. As far as I know it doesn't have a thread of polish roots.
No one bought the special. No one ever ate there. So the owner never made another special and never bothered to take the chalk board down. So everyday was Tuesday: Polish Taco day.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

To Discipline the Body.

I woke up tomorrow as I always do. Regret flitted in my pocket so I played with it all day.


"Maybe I was made with a piece missing," you said with a smile. You always smiled so tragicly.
We rested and let our shadows play against the tilted wall with the shadows of stacked washers and shopping carts. Laying side by side, we slept under the East end bridge where 80 North meets 102. The roar cars overhead beat the metal planks covering the bridge like a drum. I woke up in the morning to the clang and the deep soak of the morning dew. You were missing agian. I rubbed the last two quarters you'd left me together and thought, "is it missing if it's meant to be gone?"

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Reno

what's going family? Here's another poster that I'm far from satisfied with. It's of my boy Richie Reno, on his back he's carting Betty Paige and David Lee Roth. The coloring gave me a lot of trouble for some reason and I'm not in love with the vector color scheme or design. sigh. So this is a work in progress. Who knew trying to crank out twelve posters in one month would be so tiring? On top of that I had a rude awaking this morning, it felt like something was trying to punch it's way out of my stomach, so not razor.

Saturday, July 12, 2008


This another illy bike poster. This is my Canadian comrade Degroote.

Monday, July 7, 2008

keeping the dream alive

sigh, Here's another attempt at the vector background. I made it a lot simpler this time, it might be a winner. If you don't see it at first dig the weird bird dog.

Any day now

I've been working on a new series of posters. It's going to be depictions of various bike kids here in the dirty at the moment of the revolution. It's kind of a gag. I'm stoked on the idea, this one here is of my good friend the doctor (not a real doctor.). I'm happy with him, but not all that crazy fuck vectoring in the background, I over did it. I think I've been plugging away at it too long and I burnt myself out. Oh well, more to come.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Rebel Girl

what's shaken party people? I haven't posted in a while, but whatever no one reads this schlock anyway. I've been incredibly unbusy, it's amazing just how much I haven't gotten anything done. I should get a metal. I have found the time to do this thing though, it's for my friends birthday. She is even more awesome than this picture depicts.