i’m for sale
April 22, 2009
Well, I’m still hard at work on the first issue of my Licoln story which I’m pretty sure will be called The Hypo.
I guess it seems like every time I write something in here I also post a new interview with me… So, here’s another one folks!
http://revolutionsf.com/article.php?id=4500
Also, I did a short story about Bob Dylan’s Blonde on Blonde album and the effect it had on me for a new book from poseur ink press! I think it’ll be in stores very soon and I guarantee it will be full of interesting stuff, so if you have the means, you may as well pick it up. Maybe Kilgore can carry it? Luke? Dan? How about it?
I put together a mini-comic that is limited to 100 copies for this summer. I put a bunch of stuff that I had drawn for a comic book, that never came to be in it. Including a bunch of letters that I’ve received from girls through out my life. Actually, I think it starts at 15 and ends at 22 or something. The last one is a letter that this girl gave me after she crushed my heart. That’s how much I want to entertain people. Nothing is private anymore!
It’s only 3 bucks on my website. And I’ll send it to you myself!
Yo.
April 20, 2009
Another interview with me from The Daily Crosshatch.
This one is my favorite, because it mentions the sad letters that perhaps I’ll be known for some day. Read it please, and perhaps comment on it if you feel so inclined.
http://thedailycrosshatch.com/2009/04/16/interview-noah-van-sciver/#more-3198
Yesterday was the last day of the 1st annual Denver Comicfest. I had a great time, sold some comics and felt very famous for two days! I snuck John Porcellino in with me as one of my “assistants” and let him use half of my table. Highlights include heckling Brian Wood every single time he walked past my table and talking Denver victorian architecture with John. Here is a photo of us towards the end of yesterday.
I really would like to go to more conventions soon! I’ll plan on it.
I’m reading Ask The Dust by John Fante right now. It’s a book that my buddy Luke let me borrow. I’m still in the beginning of it, but so far I’ve never related to a book more. I find myself reading it and laughing about all this stuff, muttering to myself “jesus, aint that the truth!”
general news
April 16, 2009
I’m going to be selling my comics at the Denver Comicfest this weekend,
Go here for a sweet new interview with me!
READING
Almost
April 12, 2009
I want to thank everyone for their support this past week. I’m sure you know that this has been a really hard time for us, and it feels good to know that people care.
Hopefully, Robin will be out of the hospital this weekend, and after a few days at her parents house doing the post-hospital rest up thing she’ll be ready to live the party life with her best friend Noah again.
I’ll drag her to this Comicfest next week with me! Denver’s first comic con, and then she can sit there next to me and make me look good.
Arlo Guthrie is waiting for us!
April 7, 2009
Hey Robin,
Arlo is waiting!
You’ll be reading this in your hospital bed. I know I was just there with, by your side only an hour ago. You were squeezing my hand, looking at me through your closed eyes. In pain from your recent surgery. Your very first, I heard!
They knocked you out cold. Went through your neck to that clogged vein around your brain and kicked it’s ass! It’s only a matter of time now. It’s only a matter of rest. When I woke up this morning,emotionally drained from a week of heartbreak, I unwillingly walked into work. They all asked how you were doing. I think I just said in my low voice “I don’t know, really.” My work day was spent thinking of you, in your hospital bed, in complete pain.
I broke down when my boss asked why I was so quiet. I told him in a mash-up of hysterical words. I think he understood, though. I wish I could write as gracefully as you. I just wasn’t born with it.
Arlo is waiting for us to come to his show on Sunday!
So, I’m at work, and I swear I knew the phone would ring. I knew I’d hear news that I didn’t want to hear. So, when it rang, mid-lunch-time-rush, and your mother told me about the surgery that was going to have to be done, I lost my cool. The phone was handed to you, and your voice was so scared. I’d heard it this way all week, and I couldn’t stand to hear it anymore. I went outside hunched down and for the first time this week, I set all the strength I had aside, and sobbed as hard as I could. Shoppers walked by, avoiding me, concerned that I would ruin their day with my personal problems.Visions of lobotomies paraded through my head. I thought I was about to lose you.
It’s like I told you a few week’s ago as you were whining to me about your headaches, “I’m supposed to be the tragic one in this relationship, Robin!”
I left work. I just walked out. You wanted me by your side before you went in for your operation.I couldn’t see me not being there for you. I came home, Matt was there. He drove me to the hospital. I ran through the hallways past more tragic men than yours, and found you throwing up in a bucket with your family around you. I offered to drink it. A cheap joke to see you smile through your bad circumstance.
Jesus, Robin you know you’re a more graceful writer than me.
What happened next was the most intense few hours of my life. How was I supposed to act brave for you, when inside I was falling to my knees? I did my best. Didn’t say a word when that nurse assumed I was your brother. I let them take you.
Your family and I sat for hours waiting for you to be ready for us.
When I saw you again, remember, you were barely awake, all grumpy and achy, You told me about the dream you had where you were dancing, and you said your headache was nearly gone! Taken it’s place will be a nice neck scar for us to laugh about, on a train to somewhere, someday.
That’ll be after we see Arlo, of course!
To Robin,
April 5, 2009
We should be in my bedroom in Denver. Me on the floor near the record player, playing you my favorite songs, wondering if you really do like it as much as me. You on my mattress typing away at your latest assignment from The Denver Post, The Onion, The Advocate, or any other one that was lucky enough to score your skills. I’m drawing a page for something.
We should be out at one of our bookstores, drinking our coffee reading (only parts) of books and magazines that we’ve chosen after a quick over view of each shelf from our favorite sections. You laugh and show me a page. “this coffee is bitter.”
We ought to be walking around our city, dodging the one-eyed homeless man who might be on our trail. I’m talking to you about what the editor of that crappy local arts magazine told me about my cartoons. You agree that that magazine sucks anyway.
We could be driving to Lakewood to find you one of those dresses you saw in that old issue of Sassy magazine from 1995. We’d listen to that album we bought weeks ago to listen to on our way up to Evergreen. That one album! That one we both secretly like because we’d listened to it as we both were growing up. Separated, in different states even!
We could be, even though we shouldn’t be at that show in that awful hipster bar on Broadway. The music would be way too loud for me. The people would make you and I uncomfortable in their coolness. We’d probably leave after 20 minutes. We only went because your friend said she’d be there.
Oh Robin, “When you take it away, do it slowly, like I’m dying in my sleep and not in my life.”
When you get better, We’ll continue on our non-adventures.
I have a hard time showing my affections. Maybe it comes with the territory of being a guy or something else.When I like you, I want you to know it. That’s where I have trouble.
Robin is one of the few people who understands that about me, and can actually read me better than most. Sometimes, I feel uncomfortable about how well she knows me and I feel like being alone.
Robin is a nurturer. Kind and sweet. She wants to take care of things for me. She wants to relieve any stress and make sure everything is comfortable. Yesterday Robin was checked into the hospital for her migraines that seemingly popped up out of nowhere about 2 weeks ago and have continued to plague her. They found a blood clot in her brain.
Please send out good thoughts. We’re having a hard time.
A wizard from 1990
April 2, 2009
The only time I wished I had a fake arm is when this customer at my job for some reason asked for “five” today. Instantly, I was struck with the desire for a prosthetic “claw arm”. It would have been an uncomfortable moment for him if I had lifted my arm to give him “five” and revealed my replacement plastic “claw” to give him his desired “five.” I’d have said “careful, I lost one of the screws recently.” After such a moment I would be sure to never see his ugly face again!
“1990”
Lately I’ve been listening to this record called “1990” by Daniel Johnston. I’ve been listening to his albums for a couple of years now and recently came across this album at my local record shop with my dear, sweet Robin. When I first put it on, I was completely knocked out by it! Every song is emotionally powerful with seemingly little effort in the way of production. Which is this singer’s expertise (famous for being a lo-fi artist). “1990” is an emotional glimpse into Daniel’s manically depressed state at the time of it’s recording. As the story goes, he was fighting an inner war against evil. Struggling with his own demons that had spawned from a bad L.S.D. trip (that only magnified his mental illness) apparently, taken at one of the Butthole Surfers’ shows. Young Daniel Johnston’s own fear of god that most people are brought up with, created a lighthouse inside of him, that searched for something to focus it’s beaming guilt ray on. This Hell tower of light stopped on his desire for fame. And his guilt was born and multiplied quickly. In the songs featured on “1990”, a good portion are about the devil. such as the lonely favorite “Devil town” and of course the ultra scary “Don’t play cards with satan”. A live recording in which Johnston warns that satan will “deal you an awful hand” before delivering his spine stiffening yell of “SATAN”. A sure shocker for anyone listening to the album for the first time. The 3rd track is the heartbreaking tune “Held the hand” which makes up for what it lacks in length by it’s complete and utter beauty. When Daniel sings to his long lost love Laura and asks “what has happened to you?” nobody is safe from the chills that will stay with them and nearly become permanent as he sings the line “I was on MTV-everybody was looking at me…” recalling his appearance on MTV’s Austin music showcase that featured Daniel singing one of his songs in the late 1980’s. A highlight for the singer at the time. With some songs recorded in a studio assisted by members of Sonic Youth and Jad Fair of Half Japanese and the other half taken from live recordings (due to his being unable to complete more studio recordings) “1990” is as solid an album as any that are held up by the mainstream, and contains something real that no mainstream band could capture so purely even with all the money in the world to put into production. This is the kind of record that you sing to yourself at work all day and become discouraged that nobody you work with can sing along with you.
End.
Today Wizard magazine came out and features a small article on Ethan and I. I’m very, very proud of it. No matter where you are when you read this, you must find this magazine with us in it. It will be a historic artifact.
Yesterday, I was talking to my good friend Luke and he pointed out this illustration by Kenny Be that has a little shout out to me!
That’s all for now!
