December 29, 2009

Urban Farming!

Over the past couple of days, I have been reading Novella Carpenter's "Farm City: The Education of an Urban Farmer". I was initially drawn to the cover, which was featured on some design website; it looked awesome so I decided to do a little research and ended up buying the book.


It reads just like someone telling you about their experience in creating a farm, complete with chickens, turkeys, ducks and a beehive. As an urbanite who knows nothing about farming, animals (except cats!...which we don't eat!), and I'll admit, nature, this book is really an education to me. Novella sets up her own farm in an abandoned lot in Oakland, and seems to learn as she goes, keeping an open mind to whatever she sets out to do. I'm not even half-way through yet, but I think it's the best book I've read in a while. My favorite excerpt thus far:
"Back in Seattle, our first chicken was an Americauna named Agnes. She was a lesbian chicken who crowed like a rooster but also laid eggs with bluish shells."
I need to get more in tune with what's happening within my 5 boroughs. I know there are urban farms in Harlem and Red Hook. I should really figure out where they are and what they grow. Next semester, I am going to be doing an independent study focusing on food systems in New York City, and policy initiatives set to improve food security and access to nutritious, fresh foods for low-income New Yorkers. This book is making me think, which is unusual given I'm on winter break!

November 18, 2009

Old Lady Syndrome

My truly embarassing work drawer. Contents: socks, oatmeal, teas (assorted), tissue packets, vitamins, and an assortment of plastic bags. I don't use any of these things regulary. Really, the drawer should be filled with candybars and bad magazines.

October 20, 2009

That Ain't MY Motherland!

As I sit here, warm in the confines of my office, downing daal, chawal + achaar that I made last night, I'm reading about the suicide bombing at the Islamic University in Islamabad. At this point, I've numbed myself to hearing news on what happens "over there", though when I really stop to think about it, it's beyond disturbing that nothing worthwhile has ever been done to save this failed state.

Being born and raised in New York City, Pakistan never seemed the way that it does to me today. It was easy to imagine that you'd take a visit and enjoy the couple of weeks you'd spend there; shop, eat, play with your cousins, visit relatives you'd never heard of, go to weddings, travel to different cities, etc. It seemed entirely plausible that you could spend months there if you wanted to, being spoiled by your khalas, mamoos and naanis. Part of this is a simple nostalgia, perhaps an inkling of all that "imaginary homeland" crap I studied in college. So, yes, my nostalgic tone does stem from a desire to feel connected to a nation my parents once belonged to, and I don't deny that it runs through my veins. But my feelings on culture, assimilation and immigration have changed significantly over the years. I think I've come to a very strong understanding of who I am in the scheme of my country (U.S.) and my "motherland" (Pakistan). I don't confuse the two anymore: I am very simply an American-born person of Pakistani descent.

With that said, I am actually shocked at how the frequency of bombings and raids has increased significantly in the past few months. Whereas I would once be shocked to hear about a bombing anywhere in Pakistan, it has now become daily news and I expect to see it when I open up my browser in the morning. Pakistan, in my mind, has officially reached a status akin to Afghanistan and Iraq, which is truly pathetic, and weirdly, makes me ashamed.

Like I said, I do think of Pakistan as a failed state. Whereas there was some kind of dysfunctional but functional order to civilian life in the previous decades, there is nothing now because the government does not have the resources to control its borders because there were never any systems put in place for that. So, of course, the U.S. has once again inserted itself into "protecting" a Muslim country, all the while fueling extremist rage and detached-from-reality "Muslims" killing normal-people Muslims. Great.

All of these problems are deeply rooted in how this government was formed coming out of the partition. Simply put, it wasn't. Rich landowners were getting theirs, making sure they stayed on top. There wasn't a constitution for several years after Pakistan was established, and when it finally appeared, it wasn't worth shit because it was changed so often. You look at India in stark contrast to Pakistan, and you wonder, how did this happen? It really is "Midnight's Children", if you think about it. Though India doesn't have the cleanest human rights record either, at least Hindus aren't killing Hindus (save the poor Dalits). What makes me weary of Pakistan is simply the complete lack of political structure which has inevitably failed each and every leader of the country, and therefore failed the people. You can only expect people in all levels of government to be either stupid or corrupt (probably both), lacking education and ignorant to the needs of the people they should really be serving.

I know it probably seems like I am coming at this from a privileged American standpoint; I have no qualms about that. I accept my culture and my roots, I love all of it. What I don't love is all the millions of displaced Pakis around the world having to shake their heads and somehow explain the 1,001 ways this country has deteriorated; and much like Afghanistan and Iraq, we wonder if things will ever get better. It's not simply an issue of militants needing to be eradicated, but if Pakistan does get better, Pakistani officials need to meet some kind of criteria for holding public office (after all President Zardari most likely isn't even a college graduate). Even now, they don't truly seem to be grasping the problem (or describing it well, anyway). Look at this quote from the NYTimes:

“To target Islamic University is equivalent to targeting Pakistan,” said Rehman Malik, the country’s interior minister, while talking to a local television news network. “Students from 47 Muslim countries are studying here. To attack here is to tell the Muslims of the world that Pakistan is not safe for anyone.”


What is this guy really trying to say? Did it just occur to him that Pakistan is not a safe place? He seems confused--Of course targeting an Islamic University in Islamabad is an attack on Pakistan and an attack on Muslims! It seems like a really stupid call to action, as if they don't know who could've possibly done this. What an effing moron.

Anyway, this whole rant was triggered by that quote. There's really no nice way of saying any of the things I just said. Needless to say, I am not visiting anytime soon.

September 9, 2009

Asterios/I'm Serious

I was at Shakespeare & Co. a while ago and was attracted to this new graphic novel by David Mazzucchelli...


Asterios reminds me somewhat of a sophisticated version of Meggo's make-believe but possibly real future Greek billionaire shipping tycoon husband, Kronos Megalopoulos.I love this style of drawing, and the use of color; reminds me of retro 1950s ads & cartoons. I also love that his last name is Polyp...GROSS.

I must find my tablet stylus so I can finally do some real drawing instead of this bullshit secret drawing and scanning at work business.

While Alek was here last week, through our usual fare of ridiculous voices and made-up words, we stumbled upon two characters (Eunice & Eunice) who would make a good short comic strip. They are sisters-in-law of 120 years who live in Lincolnshire and go on adventures. I have to really work on drawing these ladies because I can't draw old people very well. This is why I need to find the lost stylus because it would be more efficient to copy the faces for the sake of consistency (so they don't look different every time!).

Oh, they also have an ambiguously gay nephew named Klosty (I know right, wtf?).

August 17, 2009

Just a Couple of Sea-Cows, Us Two...

manatees_inverted

According to Wikipedia:
The name manatí comes from the Taíno, a pre-Columbian people of the Caribbean, meaning "breast".

I also learned that my doodle is physically inaccurate because "the females tend to be larger and heavier". Another little known (but sad) fact I learned is that "the current main threat to manatees in the United States is being struck by boats or slashed by propellers" because they inhabit shallow waters.

Now you know everything you need to know about manatees (but not my relationship).

August 13, 2009

Head-Shrinking

My coworker recently purchased a small package of modeling clay, of which one-quarter was shared with me. When I get bored, I reach for this. Though I'm no sculptor, I think it's a good try! And I just discovered that using a blunt tip of a pencil makes a decent modeling tool. Now I must wash my hands for they are green!


*EDIT*
Worked on it some more. The head is situated on this weird rotating thing; I think it's the back piece of a nametag holder or something...so the head rotates. I am a genius!
From My Little Bloggy

August 11, 2009

My Heart Almost Dropped

heartsleeves

I really need to set up my scanner (but I really don't have a desk at home) because the PDF machine just don't cut it. I had to convert this into a jpeg through Microsoft Publisher, which is just sick and sad. I can't even download PrimoPDF or any of those conversion programs because I don't have administrative rights on my own stupid work computer.

August 5, 2009

Veronica Turns 66

Veronica on Monday

Based on real-life events.

August 3, 2009

Peacock Walls & Coffee Love

Stealing potential fodder from my schwes, I came across Hudson Paint's series of colored chalkboard paint, via Design*Sponge. They feature two dozen colors at just $7 a can. I used to think chalkboard paint was cool, then I thought it wasn't because people seemed to like to cover entire walls with it. I thought the end result ended up looking messy because the wall looked too busy from all the scribbles, and it didn't erase clean. Essentially I thought it was too much maintenance (you know, another thing to wipe down or clean). Now, I think it looks kind of cute, especially in small areas, and in bright colors!
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On another homey note, I need a new french press. I saw this one at a local Starbucks the other day.

I think it's the same one. The 3-layer filter is joined together into one piece, unlike many other french presses, which come apart. I like this feature because the grinds tend to come up as you push the plunger down, because the strainer piece becomes warped after years of use.

And because I'm becoming a more refined coffee fanatic, I figured I should probably do some research on how to properly store my coffee. Normally I store in an airtight bag in the freezer. But I'm guessing that those bags aren't really very airtight at all. According to the National Coffee Association of U.S.A., Inc. you should store coffee in an airtight glass or ceramic container, in a cool dry location. Freezing, on the other hand, should only be employed
If you've purchased a large quantity of coffee that you will not use immediately. Small portions, wrapped in airtight bags, can be stored for up to a month in the freezer. Once you have removed them from the freezer, however, do not return them. Instead, move them to an air-tight container and store in a cool, dry place.

Good to know! I think a trip to The Container Store is in order, as well as one or two cans of Hudson Paint...et voila!

via Design*Sponge

July 30, 2009

Ode to Romy: One Year with Babycat

People who know me, know I like cats. But anyone who really knows me, knows how secretly obsessed I am with them. Last year, after moving out, I couldn't wait to get a kittycat of my own. I tried to settle in without a pet, but after holding out, I decided to check out an adoption fair being held by Anjellicle Cats Rescue at Columbus Circle. I was forewarned by Alek that it would be difficult to see all the kitties in their little cages, and it was. I wanted all of them! After looking around, but not holding any, my mom pointed out a small black cat who was standing at attention, staring out at us with round, yellow-green eyes. I asked if I could hold her, and I did, even though she was squirming and shedding like crazy. It was not a Hallmark moment. But after weeks of not being able to get the furry round head out of my mind, I decided to put in an application for the little black cat I met in front of Central Park.

Two weeks later, she arrived. She seemed okay the first few hours, but never having owned a new cat before, I wasn't expecting all the crying she did the first night. I didn't sleep a wink. I was stressed out from having realized I would have to be the caretaker of a little creature, not really taking into account how unimposing pets are after they get used to you and vice versa. During the first week with my very own pet, I struggled with wanting to keep her. I felt awful about it. She pooped in funny places the first day (I bought the wrong kind of litter), and peed on the cushion of one of the kitchen chairs the next. I feared her behavior would persist, and wanted to return her. Ultimately I didn't have the heart to do it (which I was happy to find out meant that I'm not a monster). In the end, I knew I was being irrational and waited it out.

Several days later, I was reading in bed. Romy came up and joined me. She came to my stomach and placed a paw on me. Paw by paw, she came closer until she settled on my chest, curled up on top of me, and buried her little head in my neck. I had never witnessed such affection from a cat, and my heart melted! She's a sweet little thing, and I got so lucky to find a furry little babycatchild like her. You can't beat a cat who's licked your tears away when you cried!

Romy

July 28, 2009

Awful = Awffice +/- Cawfee


office coffee

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SO TRUE. I hate getting stuck talking to people in the copy room. Office coffee is SO terrible, and fake laughing at people's boring anecdotes is even worse.

Anyway, I happened upon this on FFFFound. It's called "New Math" by Craig Damrauer (http://www.morenewmath.com/all/). Some of the stuff is funny and some of the stuff I don't completely get because I'm pretty slow these days.

Everything feels slow, actually. My workcomputer is so slow, I've had silent fits of rage and needed to walk away. And it seems as though the days go by quickly but the hours I spend in the office drag on & on. I wish in between the hours I spend here, I could engage in some things I actually enjoy. I'd like to finish my book (currently reading In Other Rooms Other Wonders), or start some new drawings, or finish some other ones I've started, or flesh out ideas & illustrations for a longer length comic. It's sad- I pretty much give up when I get home; either immersing myself in cooking or cleaning or cuddling, somehow actively avoiding things that require imagination and creative effort.

Boredom is a horrible state to be in. It never happens to me unless I'm at work. It makes me wonder why we can't drink at work to make it more enjoyable, or at least have an excuse for falling asleep at our desks.

July 23, 2009

Sarimodo

hunchback

Pixely because I scanned at work with the PDF machine.
I can't get over my hunchback pain! It actually pains me to stand up straight.

I need one of these!

July 6, 2009

sanfranning

at the japanese tea garden

May 24, 2009

j-bear

j-bear

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April 10, 2009

Meditation

I've been working on this for the past 2 or so weeks:
work in progress 4.10.09
I haven't gotten around to the larger feathers yet; I get very caught up in blending colors.
More detail:
detail
I need to figure out what to do in the background. I was thinking plum and gold, or some warm blended colors.
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Other stuff:
kitty
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I'm off.

April 3, 2009

How to Rain on Your Own Parade.

cloudydays

It's like an ad for alopecia and depression in one! How quaint.

So I'm not singing in the rain, but at least I'm seeing some light now (figuratively speaking, since it's presently raining and thundering outside). I went through a lot of trouble trying to scan this shit at work, which was supposed to help me avoid the trouble of setting up my scanner at home. I was scared someone in the copy room would see what I was scanning and then my life would be ruined.

Looking forward to a good weekend. And I mean that for seriously. I want to finish my peacock drawing.

March 22, 2009

new phone

I'm trying out a new application on my g1 called pixelpipe. it posts pictures from my phone to any blog and photo websites.

new g1

Posted via Pixelpipe.