By the way! I did a little collaboration with Neuroskeptic last month, and here’s the illustration I did for it.
A friend of mine started an ice cream sandwich company this year, and here’s something I’ve been working on for her. Getting paid in ice cream sandwiches = me.
Gallery of illuminated internet pickup lines, Part 1.
Serious discussion with a friend today, the essence of which was “it’s just not nice to see something that is alive in your space that you did not explicitly invite to live with you.”
"Postmodern Girls" goes to early modern Europe for a second. I’ve been pretty clear about this before, but Laura Bassi is the best. Also, this “satirical poem” about her was real — those 18th century Italians knew how to deliver a burn.
P.S. this is totally almost related to the work I’m supposed to be doing today.
These are real things I saw this weekend. People are really getting in the mood for spring, which is great, except it’s still 0°C and the whole half-hanging-onto-winter + half-wishful-thinking-about-summer thing just looks silly.
In which Postmodern Girls gets kinda serious!
I’m taking a seminar on graphic medicine right now, and the last meeting is tomorrow — which means our medically-themed comics are due, and that’s what I did with my night. The other people in the class are med students, and I can’t help but feel like a bit of an intruder, being the only humanities grad student in the room. But it’s also the fact that we’re supposed to be drawing about our experiences in the clinic, and they’re doctors-to-be, sharing jokes about picking their rotation schedules, when my most memorable experiences have always been from the other end of the clinical encounter. I’ve never drawn my experience with CML (in remission for over four years now, hooray!), and I’m kinda nervous to present/submit this. Also weird doing this on the Internet. Whatever, it’s a thing that happened to me, so here it is (cheesy life lessons and all).