Thursday, September 30, 2010


Gloomward /// Bound

In just two weeks, the I Like You Graphik will once again move its worldwide headquarters. The Midwest Experiment has officially come to a close. This time (the royal) we will return to Seattle, where all this angst-ridden, hand-drawn, horseshit got started a few years ago.

As you read this, Copic markers are being packed into cigar boxes. Job offers are being signed. And driving playlists are being committed to cassette tape. The first one can be downloaded below:

01 . Meridian Signals . Taos Hum
02 . Crocodiles . Sleep Forever
03 . Women . Eyesore
04 . Colleen Green . Worship You
05 . Car Crash Set . Fall From Grace
06 . Minks . Funeral Song
07 . Gary Numan . Me! I Disconnect From You
08 . College . The Light Of Your Dress
09 . Soft Moon . Breathe The Fire
10 . Trash Kit . Sun Spots

It's all terribly exciting.

Saturday, September 18, 2010


The Guide to Gentlemanly Pursuits

Week Twelve: Asteroid Eradication

I didn't get to post anything last week while I was in Portland. Though inspiration did strike while making a visit to Ground Kontrol.

I hope you've enjoyed The Guide to Gentlemanly Pursuits. It's been an excellent summer project, but it's going to have to go on hiatus for a while. I need all the time I can get to work on new projects. As always, thanks for checking in.

The Guide to Gentlemanly Pursuits

Friday, September 3, 2010


The Geology of Sleep

Don't tell me you haven't been in this situation before. The woman steering continental drift asks you to hold her purse for a while. What can you say? Her job seems perfectly logical.

Then you start to wonder. How long has she been standing here?

I know very little about dream interpretation. I've read that the content of our dreams reflect what preoccupies our brain in waking life. At least in this case, I don't really believe that. I think my subconscious is telling me not to eat Sriracha so close to bedtime.

The Geology of Sleep

That's my favorite part.

We were speaking eye to eye and when I looked down: telephone books.

So I guess my subconscious has a sense of humor.