
le sommelier de Lopez
Are you fortunate enough to have ever met this man?

a decoration from the cake, which was in the shape of a big pink hat. Guy liked to wear hats.
click below for eulogies by this young man’s parents
to alert you to such things, but I’m one of the people in a group portrait in a New York Times web slide show which accompanies an article about one of my all-time favorite artists, Aline Kominsky-Crumb, and her new book.

I’m second from the left. Extremely embarrassing. Then you have Diane Noomin (Didi Glitz) and Carol Tyler. Aline on the far left. Here’s the link until they archive the article away so we can’t see it anymore.
Aline’s new book, Need More Love, comes out soon. I can’t wait. Even though it reminds me of what a fuck-up I am. She asked me to write something for the book, and I didn’t. I’ll write more about this later. I have to.
Thank you David Chung for bringing this to my attention.
to attend a memorial service for my nephew tomorrow. Now, it seems like I should have something to say about this, something about feelings, something sad, heartbroken, but I feel detached and numb, afraid to think of Guy’s face and his laugh, the way his cheeks pulled his mouth up into such a broad grin. my heart sort of sinks when I think about that, and the aural memory of his voice, his kind sarcasm, if there is such a thing– there was such a thing, for sure, in Guy, but I’ve not seen it in others.
Here’s Guy helping me out with my workshop at Bumbershoot a few years ago, with the other kids, and Anne Elizabeth Moore. Guy choose the Kimmie Gives The Finger t-shirt.

And hey, thanks for all the kind comments. You guys are the tops and I wish the best wishes for you.

the news from Guy’s mother, my idol:
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 20, 2006 08:43 AM, CST
Guy had another good night, and with some brief semi-awake times. I thought an episode of The Simpsons might get through the fog in a way all our I-love-yous could not, so at 7:00 p.m., I turned on the T.V. and put the speaker gizmo next to Guy. Sure enough, he opened his eyes and looked one by one at the three faces focused breathlessly on him. When he closed his eyes again, I asked him whether he was having a good rest, and he gave a barely perceptible nod and then got back to the business of resting. We were all so happy. Around 4:00 this morning, something woke me, and I looked over to see Guy sitting up in bed with his eyes open. I went and sat next to him and put my cheek against his. He rubbed his head against mine very sweetly. I called Jerry to join us, and the three of us sat for a moment that way. I asked Guy if he wanted to go back to sleep, and just like that, he crawled back under the covers and comfortably drifted off.

Koreans living for several generations in Kazakstan and at least one living in Ann Arbor have adopted the Russian tradition of having a cat enter a new home before the family has moved in so that the cat might befriend the spirit of the house, securing the future happiness of its inhabitants.
what if it’s really true that “those who can’t do, teach?” Let’s assume that this is not true, and that people who can do things are the people to teach others to do what they do. Let’s get to the point. I’ve accomplished a few things creatively. Fine. Does that mean that I can teach others to do things similar to what I’ve done? Or to do any kind of non-utilitarian art at all? As a matter of fact, I don’t even know how I’ve done anything I’ve done. Rather than thinking about the process, or planning anything in advance at all, I just start something and it’s wrong wrong wrong so I try something different, and maybe it’s sort of right, and I continue until it all seems really right in whatever way seems important to me at that point.
