This week’s new Dustinland comic was not drawn, but instead built from Legos and photographed. It was fun, I have to say. A nice change of pace. But I’m still eager to have my drawing hand back. I wonder how long I’ll have this cast on, and what I’ll do next week for my comic. Legos again? We’ll have to see…
Posted in aging, art
Tagged broken bone, broken hand, commuting, grand central, hand, hand injury, injury, lego, lego comic, legos, metro north, train
Let me get into the interesting details behind this week’s Dustinland comic.
See, I drew the first half based on my daily annoyances that are pretty well spelled out in the strip. But then, after it was all done and even uploaded, this morning I listened to an episode of This American Life, which I never do on my commute, because I never do the podcast thing, always opting for music instead. And this episode, it was about a French comedian trying to make it in America. At one point Jeff Garland is critiquing his set, and just goes off. “He’s a craftsman, but he’s not an artist because I don’t care about what he’s talking about. He doesn’t care! Talk about what you care about! That’s interesting!”
And I was inspired to go deeper with this strip. Because as you can see, I do care. It’s about the principle. Not just the bag, not just the minor inconvenience. Every time this happens, I think about all this stuff, all this human nature misery. It riles me up. That’s why I care. And now you know. Thanks, Ira Glass!
Posted in New York
Tagged commute, commuter train, commuting, hudson valley, irvington, metro north, MTA, new york, new york city, NYC, river towns, subway, tarrytown, train, trains, westchester
This week’s Dustinland comic tackles a subject that any parent (or human really) knows well: That little kids can throw big fits over tiny issues. One seconds they’re cute and cuddly little pandas of love, the next second they’re razing entire nations with their army of demon soldiers. And usually over nothing. There’s a hilarious site called Reasons My Son Is Crying that focuses on this phenomenon -more on the sadness than the anger, although the two are often tied together.
This little choo-choo instance also touches on kids’ bizarre attention spans. When you want them to focus on something, they’re running around the house eating dirt and hiding raisins under the couch pillows. But when there’s some little two-minute mundane video they want to watch, they can do it again and again and again and again and again. It’s really amazing. And it’s not just with TV. You take them to the playground, and sure, they’ll play on the swings and the slide and all that. Until they find that fascinating used Slurpee straw, oh wow, amazing, let’s look at it and touch it and rub it in the dirt until the son goes down.
But yeah, my kid is awesome and he would never eat the sun. Really.