Saturday, March 27, 2010
Manly men will surely be attracted to the Buick in my friend Mike Berry's Wichita Eagle story today, but being a squirrelly, apparently girlie-guy myself, I most love the Nash Metropolitan in the article. Those Metros were the perfect cartoon cars. To me they remain underpriced in the old car market. There's something about their look that just seems to be the primal essence of car to me in a simplified-cartoony sort of way. But they ain't macho, that's for damn sure. Call me girlie-man.
I first saw this clip on Crooks and Liars where almost all of the comments indicated that everyone believes she is serious. I don't know. I have a hard time believing that. Watching it as if it's a SNL skit really works for me. Is she doing some Andy Kaufmanesque bit? I detect a slightly over-the-top "performance" going on. Is it just me?
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Back when I was cartooning daily for the Eagle it was a bit easier to coordinate cartoons with editorials. Sometimes the subject I'm addressing has not been a huge news story and it helps to know that subject is being explained elsewhere on the page, for readers who may have missed the original story.
Unfortuately for me, the Eagle ran an editorial a couple of days ago about the Kansas Legislature's Republican Speaker of the House, Mike O'Neal, and his ethics problems. So perhaps you didn't know what this cartoon was about. Here's a link to Eagle editorial writer Rhonda Holman's piece about it.
Well, I can't talk about profound subjects every time, can I?
So I talked about White Castles.
Here's my 2 cents:
What’s wrong with this picture: Here I am living in Wichita, Kansas, and I have to buy frozen White Castle cheeseburgers at the grocery. That’s right. Frozen. They come 6 to a box. Shipped in from God-knows-where. To Wichita.
Wichita is the home of White Castles. They were invented by Walter Anderson and Billy Ingram right here in 1921. They swept throughout the Midwest in the next decades. They continue to thrive all over the place. But are there any in Wichita? No, there are not.
Don’t get me wrong. I love our homegrown crumbly Nuways as much as anybody. I eat there regularly. But sometimes you just need a little square 4-bite slyder. And the tragedy is that you can’t get one in the city that gave them birth, for crying out loud.
Pizza Hut was invented here. We have Pizza Huts. Taco Tico was invented here. We have Taco Ticos. So where are the White Castles?
Ok. I know there are bigger and more pressing issues than this to be dealt with locally. We have brand new multimillion dollar Kellogg intersections that don’t work. We have a city water department that doesn’t seem to work. We have thousands of victims of layoffs that have no work. So here’s this one thing, this one humble little hamburger that seems to work like a charm. And we can’t get them in Wichita.
Where’s the grassroots movement to correct this problem? I’d settle for just an Astroturf movement like the Tea Party. Somebody needs to be holding rallies demanding our right to White Castles. It’s time for the Slyder Party to arise. A city without White Castles is on the road to socialism and fascism. We have turned our backs on the founding fathers of White Castle, right here in the cradle of the slyder.
In the year 2010.
That's how far some in the Tea Party have come. This short floor speach by Ohio Rep. Tim Ryan is a well-expressed response. I have always believed, and see no evidence to the contrary, that much of the Tea Party's hatred for the President is about race and nothing but race. Yesterday reinforced that belief.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
His drawings are each a lesson for those of us who love that artform. I particularly like the contrast between the baby apes and the adult.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
“The stream of thinking has enormous momentum that can easily drag you along with it. Every thought pretends it matters so much. It wants to draw your attention completely. Here is a new spiritual practice: don’t take your thoughts too seriously.”
We Kansans are just so darned bamboozled by gambling. We can't decide exactly what our relationship with it is. We're cautiously for it. We're a little afraid of it. We enjoy it. We think we might go to hell if we do it. We need the economic development. We fear its addictiveness. We want to keep it at arms' length. We squabble over the revenue. We dither and dabble and deliberate and desire.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Saw this on Neatorama.
The mayor of Elk River, Minnesota, challenged its residents to perform 1,000 acts of kindness. They responded.
At Christmas time, Klinzing saw a YouTube video about a restaurant in Philadelphia where people kept paying for other diners’ meals. “I got the sense that if we did a similar thing through the entire city, something would change. It would be kind of a climate change. That basically is what happened.”
… even doing little things, like putting a nice note on a student’s locker, can have an effect. “People pay it forward. It makes your day and you are happy because you have such a positive effect on someone. And once you’ve done that, you want to do it more.”
The acts of kindness are posted online. The mayor has challenged other cities to match this accomplishment.
Here's the audio to my KMUW commentary today.
Here's the copy:
I don’t know about you but I’m seeing signs of spring everywhere these days! The tiniest hint of green on my lawn; birdsong in the mornings; two whole weeks without snow and that surest indicator of Spring in Kansas – State legislators giving more tax breaks to businesses while our schools agonize over deep budget cuts.
But now that I’m an old curmudgeonly semi-retired cartoonist with a calloused butt, I’m going to break that rule. I think that some of our legislators are deaf to the cries of school advocates because they secretly abhor the whole concept of public education and don’t have the guts to say it out loud.