Monthly Archives: January 2013

Sounds of the Kitchen

I like these music-based art projects. The last time I did one, it was about colors. This one is about food—it’s an illustration of 49 band names that include food or some sort of kitchen item.

I’m sure I missed a few, and I’m also the Internet will let me know which ones. A few I left out on purpose, like The Flying Burrito Brothers. That was pretty weird, and once I ran out of room in the freezer, I thought it would have been weird to have a few burritos flying through a kitchen. I guess I could have stuck Leftover Salmon in the fridge to make more room, but I wasn’t really that awake yesterday.

That’s another nice thing about this. I made the list long ago, so I could just draw and relax and lose myself in the art. I mean, not that this is the kind of art you really lose yourself in, but still, when you’re totally burnt out, it’s a lot nicer to draw this than think of jokes. Good times.

In With The New

I think everyone has a little Andy Rooney in them. That’s the subject of this week’s comic. Well, the subject is really our tendency to dismiss things that are new and different before truly giving them a chance and taking the time to understand them. I think whenever there’s a major change out there, whether we’re talking art or technology, for many of us, we want these things to be bad because we deep down inside, we don’t want to have to change. We’ve been doing something well for a long time, we’re used to it, we’re comfortable, and it works really well. Now all of a sudden some jackass has to come along and change everything! Well, I hate it!

And like I said in this week’s comic, the success of Twitter is what opened my eyes to this trend in myself. Musically, I’m pretty open minded, but I guess with technology it’s a different story. I’ve always been a late adopter, and now I realize why. With Twitter, I judged it without understanding how people use it. Now, it’s one thing to understand something and pass judgement. But I was truly ignorant about it. And once I realized how it works, I realized it’s a very valuable tool. Not a necessity for everyone, but something that can be really fun and useful.

Another personal example was Kid A. When it came out, I was pissed. I loved OK Computer. Then they follow it up with some bleeps and bloops. What is this pretentious crap? I want more Pink Floyd stoner rock opera! But then I took a step back, listened to it without comparing it to its predecessor, and grew to love it. But first I had to understand it. And that’s the key. You can go through life trying to understand things so you can appreciate them, or finding excuses to hate things so you never have to change.

Jerky Mantooth

Yes, this week’s Dustinland is based on a true story. No, I will not say where it took place—and here’s why. For one, it wasn’t their fault. The tooth was already damaged long ago, in a sense, waiting for something like this to come along and usher it to a toothy grave. And what better a way to lose a tooth than via delicious beef jerky? Certainly beats losing it on a lunchtime crouton. And two, they were super nice to us. They checked in a few times, the manager came out, they gave us free drinks, they even told us to call ahead next time we stop by. Now, of course they want to prevent themselves from being sued, or worse, reviewed on Yelp as being tooth murderers. But still, they did the right thing.

And they make some damn good jerky. And meat. 

First Words

In terms of this Dustinland comic, two things are true. One, my son really does call me dada—along with everything else around the apartment. And two, somehow he does have blonde hair, even though both I and my wife have very dark brown hair. I know eventually his dada usage will move to a higher percentile of correctness. His hair on the other hand, that could go either way. Sometimes a blonde gene slips through, and he does have some blonde great grandparents. But there are also plenty of people who are born with one hair color only to wind up with something else after a few years.

I don’t care much about the hair, but I would like the dadas to be on point. I get so excited when I get home from work and he crawls over to me saying dada dada dada over and over again. And then five minutes later he’s calling the toaster dada.