Sh*t From an Old Notebook #1. Includes several Beekeeper cover ideas from 1995 NYC.

Now available in SE Portland in the IPRC Zine Machine.

And yes, that is Aventinus on tap in my glass. Yum

Sunday we went up little-known Sevenmile Hill near Chenoweth, OR. No trail, and much steeper than it looks. No trees until the top make it hard to gauge distance. The balsamroot and lupin was in full bloom, and Mt Hood to the southwest kept us company. Blackbirds and meadowlarks sang, a few cow moos and train whistles. At the top we had lunch in the shade of a ponderosa surrounded by a grove of oaks and flowers, with the gorge and Mt Adams beyond.

Mt Hood.

Clear border between grazed and wild hillside.

Moo moo and looking east along Columbia river.

The Dalles.

Western end of Stacker Butte on the Washington side of the river. Doug’s Beach is at the bottom. There’s some area to explore here too, though may have to wait until next spring when the poison oak is little again.

Mt Adams, Lyle, WA. The cliffs on the right have the Lyle Convict Road at the bottom.

View from our picnic blanket. Not too shabby.

I love these little guys. They have little blue stripes that remind me of circus tents. I think they are Bicolor triteleia.

Then stopped by to see the White Salmon Sees at Everybody’s Brewpub before heading home. A good day.

After a few weeks of intrigue, Tom Hart has revealed himself to be the mastermind behind the recent New Yorker cartoon analysis site, Sh*t My New Yorker Cartoons. Older posts are here.

I guess the title is a reference to the blog-turned-short-lived-TV-show, “Sh*t My Dad says?” Not sure what happened to the verb, but anyway, if you read the New Yorker for the cartoons, or at least read them all first (it’s distracting when you are earnestly trying to follow a story about penguin habitat studies and there’s a desert island comic on the next page) you’ll probably appreciate a chance to reflect on what makes particular comics succeed or fail. And I totally agree about Farley Katz.

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How come, back when we were listening to Negativland, we didn’t find out about The Tape-Beatles?

And by “we” I guess I mean “I.” Why didn’t I know about these guys?

Their 1991 album Music With Sound is above. It’s a masterpiece, in a style that brings back fond memories.

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Yes, I will accept this as legal tender when it is released.

It is, after all, the first Canadian glow-in-the-dark dinosaur quarter.

Canada, I love you.

(Via Blag Hag.)

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Sunday I explored the remnants of a 1910 road-building project east of Lyle, WA in the Columbia Gorge. Yes, built by convicts. Still lots of road left, despite really poor geology for stable road building. Some exciting sections knocked out, and lots of poison oak arising. Full (too full?) report posted on Portland Hikers forum.

Vary pretty interactive wind map. Semi-accurate. Don’t forget to zoom in!

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(via Mad Art Lab)

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Thanks, David!

“Bogus!” sez I, “bogus bogus BOGUS!”
“That’ll be $35,” says the City of Portland.

Curious if anyone else knew that this was a ticketible offense.

Reading about this simple, one-letter vandalism over at New York Shitty, I was reminded of Billy’s Topless, the bar that removed an apostrophe to become Billy Stopless to (unsuccessfully) get around the 90s prude laws imposed by Giuliani.

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There is a red variety of the Anjou that our old friends the Euwers of Parkdale, OR discovered, nurtured, and patented. We love them Euwers, but I think the green version tastes a little better.

It’s always interesting to see people drawing, and even though this is a late-form Bugs (getting hyper-cute), I like watching it unfold and hearing the comment about the detail of the subtleties of a smile and a getting a leg to carry weight (despite drawings have no weight).

via Kottke

Interview from Comics Journal

Elijah Brubaker has nice memory of meeting him.