Thursday, January 13, 2011

Atextual


I hate texting and said so on KMUW.

Don't hear much out of arena bashers these days, do we

Who would Jesus make a payday loan to?


It is shameful that our Kansas Legislature continues to care more about the Payday Loan industry than it does about Kansas' working poor on whom that industry preys. If our new governor is as concerned about morality issues as he seems to so anxiously want us to believe, then he will address this problem. I'm betting he'll be quiet as a mouse about it. Too many of his good conservative Republican friends profit from it. Who would Jesus make a payday loan to, Governor?

Accordingly, I love this parody website called the Predatory Lending Association. The above is just a screenshot of it. Visit the website here.




Thursday, January 6, 2011

On Libertarians and their world (from New Republic)

Happy (cough cough) New Year

Got a little tired of Christmas music by Christmas Eve this year




This was my commentary on December 24. In spite of my love for Perry Como and the fact that my family put out a Christmas CD this year. I reserve the right to be self-contradictory...

Listen here or just read below:

It’s a funny thing about Christmas music. Just about the time when I feel like I’ll lose my Christmas cookies if I hear one more “Fa-la-la-la-la,” the season peaks and all those songs go away for another 11 or so months. It’s kind of nice, really.

We get so bombarded with Christmas music everywhere we go that we get to the point where we don’t even hear it after a while. Steve Lawrence and Eydie Gorme giggle through some a giddy “Sleigh Ride” in the Dillon’s loudspeaker and I’m just trying to decide whether to buy the 12-pack or the 24-pack of toilet paper. I get in the car and slam on the brakes when another driver darts into my lane, totally oblivious to Johnny Mathis singing his quivery heart out about “Folks dressed up like Eskimos.” After so many weeks of seasonal tunes, they all just start sounding like Charlie Brown’s teacher: “Wa-wa-wa-wa-wa.”

In desperation I find myself seeking out offbeat and less familiar versions of the songs. I recently discovered James Brown’s funky, soulful version of “The Christmas Song,” and Ralph Stanley’s recitation “Don’t Make Us Cry On Christmas Day” about a “drunk man and his children on Christmas night.”

After wearying of the sounds of the season, like magic, Christmas comes along and all the familiar songs disappear. Again we go through the year, late fall comes along and by Thanksgiving we welcome them back! Carols perk me up, get me in the mood for Christmas, then because they persist like manic deranged little drummer boys pounding on my eardrums nonstop until an auditory numbness sets in, my novocained hearing tunes them out.

So it goes. We cycle through the year and recycle the soundtrack of Christmas, over and over. First welcoming, then tolerant, then weary, then numb. If you’re at that numb stage like me, be of good cheer! It’ll all be over tomorrow! For KMUW, I’m Richard Crowson wishing you a Christmas full of peace and quiet.

I lost a good friend right before Christmas


And this idea came to mind. I also have a friend who lost his wife right before Christmas. These folks have difficult holidays and deserve our remembrance. It wasn't the cheeriest Christmas Day toon I ever drew but it was where my head and heart were this year.


Sunday, December 19, 2010

Gee, thanks, Parkinson (and KDHE)

Jobs trump public health and the environment, as usual in Kansas. Even though most of the power goes to Colorado, which is cutting back on coal plants within their state, we trumpet the benefit of some temporary construction jobs (often using out-of-state companies) and we become the outhouse of neighboring states. Textbook case of low self-esteem. "Go ahead and dump on me, I deserve it, in fact I welcome it."

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Wow. A December cartoon that doesn't rely on a Christmas metaphor!

But does rely on self-reference...it really is all about me, isn't it.

For extra credit, what's wrong with this image? Answer is below the toon. (And it's very inside so you probably won't know it.)



That's right. This is a drawing of Rhonda and Phil. Problem is, Phil has a beard now.

Sheesh. I can't keep up. (Oh, the other problem is: I don't office at the Eagle anymore, where they are.)


Dim lights




Got LED lights on your house or tree? I started out my KMUW commentary last week whining about how dim the dang things are and it morphed, as often seems to happen, into something else. Listen here or just read on:

This Christmas season we found that some of our big, bright C9 multicolored light strings weren’t working so well. So, I decided to try to be a little greener this year and bought some strings of the new low-voltage LED lights. I climbed up on the roof, attached them and plugged them in. Then, I had to check the connection to see why they weren’t lit up, and I realized that they were, indeed, lit up. (I’m making little quotation marks with my fingers when I use the term, “lit.”) They are about 1/5 of the brightness level of the old incandescent lights.

My problem is that I believe in big ol’ sloppy. gaudy Christmases, and these new lights just don’t cut it. The big plastic early-1960s Santa and Frosty Snowman that stand on our porch, and the color-wheel-lit aluminum tree in our window embody the spirit of a more jubilant time, I guess. They contrast with our sad, dim LED roof lights. The grins on Santa and Frosty’s faces are beginning to look a tad ironic.

My daughter reminds me that we are doing something better for the environment with our weak LED lights, and I try to find some solace in that. Perhaps, I reason, the new, faintly glowing decorations are a metaphor for the weak economic times that are the backdrop to this holiday season.

This Christmas does seem a bit muted in its exuberance at our home. We have several friends that are dealing with serious health issues or the recent loss of loved ones. Are my dim Christmas lights there to remind me to look less at the outer and more at the inner meaning of this season? Perhaps I should seek more of the comfort and a little less of the joy this year. Maybe you know someone who needs comforting as well. Holidays are hard for those grieving or dealing with the uncertainty of serious illness.

Maybe the light we need to share doesn’t come in strings across a roofline. Maybe it comes from a star.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

You're invited




Last year my family and 3 of our ace musician friends did a Christmas music program at my church, Calvary United Methodist. Karen, Haley and I are joined by guitarist and mandolinist Dennis Hardin, bassist Phil Burress and violinist Rob Loren. Two other churches requested we do it for them and this year we're at it again.

This summer we recorded 13 of the songs on a cd which is available at Watermark Books and at Artworks Gallery in Picadilly Square. Or you can buy one from us directly (and we make a little more money that way!)

Our cd release party will be at Watermark on Saturday, December 18 from 5:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m.

You'd be welcome at Calvary tomorrow night at 6:00, if you'd like to come listen. It's at 2525 N. Rock. It's free but the offering plate is passed.

Love to see you there!

Crack house

Luckovich time

Perry Christmas


I've said it before and I'll say it again: Perry Como rocks. Ok..."rocks" isn't exactly the right word but you know what I mean. My last KMUW commentary was about Perry should you wish to hear it, go here.

This was our only Christmas album when I was little. It still gets played in my house every Christmas.



Wednesday, December 1, 2010

My spacey talk at the Cosmosphere

Just lining up an appearance by me at the Kansas Cosmosphere. They have an exhibit opening on Feb. 12 about Snoopy and the space program and they asked it I would come and give a cartooning presentation. I love Peanuts and jumped at the chance. Plus I love space. Outer space and innner space. So I'll post more later as we get closer to the event. Being a spacey cartoonist does sometimes have its perks!

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

KMUW cartoons

Here are toons drawn for KMUW's website and not yet posted here:














Some of my weird irrationality

A caller to the Eagle's Opinion Line said that the Republicans swept the election in Kansas in spite of my "weirdly irrational" cartoons. I love that. I want a t-shirt with "weirdly irrational" on it. Here are some of the cartoons he or she was talking about. These ran during my long blog-black-out period so I will post them here.














Friday, October 8, 2010

De-cycling



Yeah. I know. I did it yet again. I went umpteen weeks without posting anything on my "blog."

And even though I am very sure that I have driven away every last one of the good souls who once came here every now and then just in case I had posted something, and just in case it had been worth reading only to be rebuffed by the lack of anything new at all being here, I am revving it back up.

This time I have a really good excuse for the absence. Really. It was surgery. After years of steadily worsening lower back pain, I finally made the decision to let then slice me open and perform a couple of procedures called a laminectomy and a spinal fusion. So on August 30 I checked into the Kansas Spine Hospital and they did the deed.

I learned something: surgery hurts. I had a morphin pump but I'm pretty sure it was just full of sugar water. I wore a sizeable calouse on my morphine pump thumb and I'm kind of proud of the night I tapped out the drum solo to "In-A-Gadda Da-Vida" on that sucker in a vain attempt to get enough of it into my system to ease the pain.

But after 3 nights or so, the pain began to ease considerably. They took away my morphin and gave me Percocet and Valium, which it turns out, is a muscle relaxer.

And here we are 3 months out, exactly. I'm happy to report that the surgery seems to have worked. Whereas before I could walk Ollie for half a block and had to turn around and head home, now I can go for 30 or 40 minutes without much pain at all. Pretty sweet.

That's why I quit for a while. And then, like when you put off writing a letter to a friend (back in the olden days when such things were still done) and you wait so long to write that the guilt snowballs and the next thing you know it's all just too embarrassing and you end up in a cycle of guilt and procrastination until you become catatonic, I stopped posting.

Herewith I jump off the cycle.