I’ve been spending a little time on Aeclectic lately, which is lovely - helps me reconnect with one of my best buds, that wicked pack of cards. Also, the enabling is always a draw (pardon the pun). Behold:

• Awww, jeah:Tarot of the Pirates
• Oh, MY: not sure what to make of this one.
• Tarot of the Zodiac sounds very intriguing, though I doubt I’d be able to read with it in a zillion years.
• And because it’s irresistible: The Gummy Bear Tarot (check out them old school occultist colors!)

In other news, if you’ve ever wanted to make your own boxes, here’s your chance.

Speaking of best buds, Bee’s Christmas present arrived: John Denver’s greatest hits! Girl, you’re killin’ me over here. Thank you.

By way of Andrew at Flux: JacketWhys, a blog dedicated to the graphic design of YA book covers. (OK, so he mentioned this ages ago - I’m slow on the ‘ol uptake!)

Love this short old documentary on 60’s Greenwich Village. “Some are poets. Some, prognosticators.” (That would be me. The latter, I mean. Where my bongos at?)

There’s a new book of Brooklyn essays that’s been making the rounds on all the blogs. The back jacket copy made me think: “Though its literary history runs deep-Walt Whitman, Truman Capote, and Norman Mailer are just a few of its storied inhabitants-in recent years the borough has seen a growing concentration of bestselling novelists, memoirists, poets, and journalists. It has become what Greenwich Village once was for an earlier generation: a wellspring of inspiration and artistic expression.” And I had to conclude: yes, I’d say that’s true - and they don’t even count the comics community. And I take it for granted. And this is bad. We’re not going to be here forever, after all.

Feels like I’ve been all over the place lately. In my mind, anyway. Tonight I’m working on this story for Dean (as editor, not artist - a girl continues to dream) that’s taking me to some weird psychological places in the past. I now heartily admire those who do autobio comics and do them well. There is a true story here, but it’s more like dream logic (to borrow a phrase from Neil Gaiman), not story logic. And while the dream story is long, the comics story needs to be short. An exercise in choices, even more so than usual.

There are so many things I’d like to tell a 19-year-old me if I could. Such as, “Get your head out of your ass and open your eyes.”

I’d like to make these.