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April 16th, 2004 |
This is a piece of art from Peter Arkle, an illustrator who lives in NY and has put out a zine for the last ten (?) years called Peter Arkle News. He lived in Brooklyn around the same time I did and I discovered his work at Printed Matter. I became friends with him right before I left NY and a ravenous collector of PAN because I really like his drawing style and writing. The picture above, which I proudly own, is one of my favorite excerpts from his work. I feel like Peter deserves the Pulitzer prize for depicting what it was like sometimes (most times) to try to do the simplest shopping excursion in Brooklyn. The fact that I had shopped at that Office Max many times makes it all the more richer. Am I right? Rachel? Bobby? Patrick? Kelly?
Hope he doesn’t sue me for the unauthorized use of his stuff. For the readable version of this, click here.
Usually Stephen recommends the bad places to go in Portland (Bodacious Classics and Mt. Hood Pizza, to name names), but tonight it was Kathy’s recommendation that led to tears. Jeremy and I waited 90 minutes at a place called Friar Tucks Fried Chicken in the SW (huh?!? it’s fast food). It was a very suspenseful wait because this band was setting up the whole time and it was obvious they were just going to do an ear piercing set of Creedance songs. The whole place reminded me of that ‘blues joint’ that Steve Buscemi goes to in Ghost World. After being promised that we were next, another table that came in afterwards got served and we split without paying for our water.
Tonight I rented Doris Wishman’s Another Day Another Man (one of the greatest sound tracks ever) and The Possesion of Joel Delaney.
