Rusty But Not Rusted

Tonight’s sobering exercise: Pulled out the ol’ dip pens for the first time since say, 1993? I went digging through a box for my pen handles & nibs & two ancient glass bottles of India ink (one gunky, one watery). Anyway, unlike my long-abandoned technical pens sitting in the same box, these required absolutely no maintenance, which is pretty rad. They were dirty, but useable. I certainly won’t say I’m good at using these things (I never was), but I’m at least pleased with how relatively not-completely-incompetent I am. I’ll have to fuck around with ‘em more. Continue reading

Charles M. Schulz

“It is difficult to talk about what I do, because I do it so I don’t have to talk about it.” – C.M.S.

Today would have been Charles Schulz’s 89th birthday. An opportune time for me, I guess, to jot down a little something, because I’ve just finished reading Schulz and Peanuts: A Biography and I’m currently halfway through re-reading Peanuts: The Art of Charles M. Schulz. I don’t claim to be a big fan of many people, but I suppose Mr. Schulz (I’m not referring to an adult – living or dead – as “Sparky”) counts as one of ‘em. Continue reading