a note on finding importance

I'm sitting in my overstuffed chair with two drenched bike rides' worth of clothing

drying on my heater, downing my second cafe americano and putting off filing my

taxes, so of course it's time for a dubiously useful blog post. Here goes.

With the buzz of waking up too early quenched by too much coffee, my head has

been finnagling its way into vaguely philosophical territory. All I've been doing

lately is cooking, biking, drawing, and working in a coffee shop. Of those four, I've

been drawing the least, even while that is the only one that leaves a product (apart

from dirty dishes and bigger quads). Cooking feels great, fulfilling even. But when

I think about it, hours of cooking and shopping and planning and cleaning go into

each day of food-prep, for a tasty few bites and maybe a photograph, and I somehow

find it important. It doesn't really make sense, unless I think about it from the

mindset of it's-important-to-stay-alive or it's-important-to-be-happy-at-this-

particular-moment. But in terms of propelling myself forward, one recipe at a

time isn't getting me anywhere but broker.

All this, and I'm simultaneously planning my next batch of tamales for some night

this week. Really Sadie. At least I can blame not-drawing on the rain, and can justify

the ingredient-buying with the cafe shifts.

Maybe someday my goals will be a little less immediate.

Meanwhile in the real world, my show is coming down today or tomorrow, I sold

two drawings (!) and I've got some bike stuff for sale at the Revolution Cafe on 22nd

and Bartlett. Since 2 unpaid jobs didn't seem to take up enough of my time, I got a

third, working as a shadow-person with ShadowLight Productions, a shadow puppet

troupe, for a show at the end of May. More news to come, I'm pretty excited about

this one.

And some drawings: