We’re saddened by the passing of our friend Maya Angelou. Thank you for all you’ve done, and for all the hugs.
Eg: Sausage Delivery Man
Burgundy and Paprika on blue paper.
You feel something warm inside your pocket. You reach in and pull out a small breakfast sausage. A message is engraved into the meat: “Buy yourself a new zine today." You think back to a video you watched not too long ago, and how you acted out a certain sausage delivery man’s day, alone in your apartment, along with the people on the screen, as if it was some sort of perverse exercise tape. You sit down at your computer and immediately click the link above and place an order. Why tempt fate?
5-7 days later a parcel arrives at your doorstep. You open it, and, nestling into your favorite armchair, find yourself, for once, actually and truly content. Perfect.
Matthew Wrobel raised acoustic chaos before rampaging through the audience, accompanied by co-readers Emily Liles, Lindsay Mallard, Alyx Ross, and Taylor Normington on drums, exclaiming a medley of statements regarding the cold shoulder of urban industrialism at Brain Frame LIt 2 on April 2nd, 2014.
Video thanks to Burton Bilharz.
That’s us! As indiscernible as I had hoped.
Ruby Thorkelson demonstrated two sculptural, interactive extensions of her comics Draw Yourself Inside My Body and Mixing Spit, inviting audience members to draw blind contour self portraits in a box strapped to her body, and to spit food coloring onto a plaster slab through a plastic tube, at Brain Frame Lit 2 on April 2nd, 2014.
Ruby’s presentation was absolutely fun and inspiring. Photos of my presentation are up on Brainframe’s Tumblr, too, as well as everyone else who was apart of this fun evening.
I have weird anxiety about asking for money, but we’re down to the last two weeks on the Pure Joy fundraiser (note: if you’re in Chicago, we’re planning some very cool fundraising events too).
Please help us get together the cash for a good used PA and a used lighting rig so we can open an all-ages venue/community center that you’d want to go to. We’re working on this space being as safe and accessible for everyone as possible - besides shows in the evening, there’ll be after-school arts-focused programming in the afternoons, a record store focusing on local/DIY music, and space available for community meetings. Since this is a reasonably big place (the venue part itself is 200cap), we need decent sound and lighting.
This is, as many of you know, what I have been working on hard and will be working on in the future (with other punx you know and love).
Nicole Hollander, accompanied by crooner hits and hand-held video of her pencilled scrolls, walked her audience through Living on the Highway, her sweet yet acerbic, in-progress memoirs about growing up in 1940’s Chicago, with aplomb at Brain Frame 17 on March 22nd, 2014.
I love this so much.
Hey, guys, I’m still here. I’m hiding working on comics, refining some scripts, editing scripts for others. People like it.
I’ve been asked by a few people to blog more. It’s hard to find motivation. I have a super detailed essay I wanna write discussing both Michael Haneke’s “Amour,” and Peter Richardson’s “How to Die in Oregon,” but I’m fearing I won’t get around to it. Maybe telling you will motivate me.
Be well. Fill my inbox up. Email me and start writing stories with me that no one else will read. Every minute of our lives can be interesting. Let’s aim for that.
Yours in Binary,
Trying to make friends. #Bean
Last night, I had a dream. I was seeing a movie, it was a poorly done movie, but it was a short. It was actually a short film that was part of a series of short films. The second one, I remember, was called “Objectivity,” and in that film, there were people in lab coats. They worked with objects that were everyday objects, only different. The only one I recall was a typewriter made of human teeth.
Someone took me from the movie theater into a research space. They were testing hamsters. It seemed quite cruel. Three hamsters were caged with mounds of gross human food. These three hamsters were morbidly obese, all lying around, seemingly incapable of movement.
There were three other hamsters, quite fit, nimble, and willing to exercise and be productive. There was a mouse in the lab. The obese hamsters tried to kill it. I remember the person who took me in to the room was encouraging them by name. “Get it, get it!” Instead, the mouse ran up my trousers and into my shirt. I woke up convinced there was a mouse in my bed this morning.
All this to say that Brain Frame Lit 2 was an absolute success! Thank you to those who came out. Great performances. Pictured above with me is Alyx, one of the three speakers involved in our performance. We are wearing the glasses that helped to make the entire audience imagine themselves as Matt Davis' Eg, the sausage delivery man.
I’ll be posting some stuff that I still have from my performance, as I gave most of the things away. Ahh, Catharsis.
You better believe that I am going to push and push and push until I make you a Home.
Goddamn I am actually here.
If you stay up late enough sometimes everyone will go to sleep and if it’s cool out all the windows will be open and you can see out at the block...
I’m awake and feeling hella lucky to be me.
That’s quite a change of pace from this time last year.