hello just popping in my utter crypt of a Web Site to announce a new book for sale:
TELL IT TO THE HOLE
TELL IT TO THE HOLE
u can click the link to buy it on lulu. and i will happily send u a free one if you can help me navigate my ftp to shed all this wordpress bloat & reduce this website to a simple html portfolio site!
I have a new book out!
Alec Longstreth’s bizarre, Fitzcarraldo-like obsession with publishing my awful diary comics (previously only seen on this extremely obscure & neglected website) has beaten the odds and reached fruition! A Process of Drastically Reducing One’s Expectations is an almost 400-page collection of the diary comics and doodles i scrawled out in Iowa City and Chicago, during hopefully the most hopeless and miserable period of my life. It (the book) is now for sale *cheap* through Alec’s new Phase 8 imprint here:
Quick, dirty, with more warts on it than a STI clinic’s biowaste bin, the book also contains that 5- or 6-page watercolor comic i drew about nature, The Only Thing I Know.
Might as well jump!
These words are just a means of confirming that my Online Presence persists — but since it’s so much easier than posting pictures on this website, here is an arrow pointing to my instagram account: ————> @gabbyschulz
I know i promised some of you links to copies of Sick, which still haven’t materialized (the links, not the Sicks) due to 1) technologies beyond my comprehension, and 2) my present & persistent transience. In re: #2, i have been living in a van for the past month in a sort of trial run for retirement. It’s been deliciously liberating, and has lifted much of the depression-fog that has clouded my mind and blog posts over the past two years, and is a hard life to give up.
My van is presently parked in an undisclosed location in Eugene, Oregon, at the tail end of a freak ice storm which has made the landscape a bit hazardous (at least three cars in the neighborhood have been crushed by tree limbs falling from the weight of ice). Falling death-blocks aside, i’ve had a wonderful time here. Perhaps at this point in my life i’m finally woo enough to find a place in a town in which a conversation about your “energies” is entirely appropriate.
But then, it appears LOTS of unhireable van-dwellers have had these same hopes over the years — in fact there’s an entire chicken coop on top of a bus down the street. I hear the dirtbag job market can be a tad competitive here; that’ll be investigated further after the solstice passes with its ominous jingle of sleighbells (whatever those are)…
In the meantime, please feel free to use this spot for any timely reminders as to any accounts we have yet to settle up with you (books, drawings, etc.)… my whole life got tossed like a salad when i moved into this van, so my feeble expired brain would appreciate the jogs!
Just doing some dreaming…