18 August 2004


I was in the middle of writing a post, in the process of adding the finishing touches in fact, when a thunderstorm hits and cycles the power. That's literarily the timing; power cycles, then the clouds crack open and let rip with the rain and thunder.

Everything is calm now though.


Oh well, time to start again:

Jim Woodring's Frank as freaky animation by Taruto Fuyama.

( via boingboing )

A lil' bio on Woodring snarfed from Mcsweeney's Quarterly Concern 13. (Mcsweeney's Internet Tendency):

"Jim Woodring was born in Los Angeles in 1952 and enjoyed a childhood of hallucinations, delusions, and misconceptions. after barely graduating from high school he worked as a factory steward, garbageman, and merry-go-round operator. In 1980 he began to document his inner life in the self-published autjournal Jim. Fantagraphics Books published the first legitimate issue of Jim in 1986 and remains his primary American publisher. His pantomime Frank comics, drawn during the 1990s, were collected in The Frank Book in 2003. Woodring's work has been translated into toys, fabrics, museum installations, stationery, sculpture, animation, and a multimedia collaboration with musician Bill Frisell. He lives in Seattle with his family and residual phenomena."

What impresses me most about Mcsweeney's is the care and attension they put into their covers and bindings. Just opening the damn things is like a literary striptease. Yummy.

Still don't know what the fuck is up with the template. Been fiddling with the code to no avail. Maybe some helpful CSS hacker could step in and tell me what's up. *hint* *hint*