2019 will be the year when society as a while realizes that the deaths of Native people from pipelines, factories, waste dumps, and other examples of corporate greed on Native land isn’t an unfortunate effect of business that corporations aren’t aware of.
Native lands are being targeted for a reason. Corporations and governments want those lands, and are purposely targeting Native people’s lives to get it. These are planned actions and attacks, not unfortunate coincidences and ignorance.
when I was a little kid (we’re talking 6 or 7 years old) I was REALLY into The Far Side and Calvin and Hobbes and we owned like every The Far Side collection in print so by 2nd grade I was determined to be a cartoonist but my sense of humor was pretty warped and from time to time my “art” would draw (arguably justified) scrutiny from my elementary teachers but none so much as this piece that I tried to recreate a few months back in my childhood art style for full effect
I don’t remember getting in too much trouble over this one, but I also don’t remember it getting the praise I KNEW it deserved and if you ask me, this is still pretty hilarious coming from the hand of a 7 year old. If these are directly taken from Gary Larson, I don’t know, but I really remember thinking these up myself.
This one was captioned “Katie’s fun day at the pond comes to an abrupt end.”
Who is Katie? I have no idea. Where did I learn the word “abrupt?” Probably Calvin and Hobbes. The original version of this is actually framed in my uncle’s kitchen; he and my dad were my biggest fans.
There was another instance where my teacher asked us to illustrate our favorite part of an earlier field trip, and I drew us having lunch at the McDonald’s playground, and while everything else was in good order, there happened to be a skeleton buried in the ball pit.
“Why is there a skeleton in the ball pit” people would ask.
2nd grade me shrugged, “stayed in there too long.”
I don’t understand the whole “no one wants to hear about the dream you had last night” thing like??? dreams are so cool I love hearing people describe their dreams
“some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea / what this means is that I don’t know / desire other than the need / to be shattered & rebuilt /”
— Ocean Vuong, from My Father Writes From Prison in “Night Sky With Exit Wounds”
