I am eating what is probably the worst garlic bread I have ever made. I mean no offense to Emily, who has gone back to California. Who left me to finish what she started. Who purchased the baguette I used. The one that was 99 cents. The one that wasn’t good enough to finish. The one I put in the freezer so it wouldn’t go bad.

I didn’t use the oven, because 1. It sometimes doesn’t work and I am weaning myself off of it, just in case I live in an oven-less world someday, 2. I am trying to use my toaster oven more because I just bought it, and 3. Supposedly it is more efficient to bake things that are little in appliances that are not big enough to put your head in.

I am normally pretty successful in reviving freezer bread. Splash some water on it. Throw it in the oven. Turn the knob to HOT. Or maybe ON. Depending on the model. And leaving it alone until I remember it while I’m in the middle of doing something and running back to make sure it’s not on fire.

My success concerning this particular incident is questionable.

Still, I continued. I used three cloves of garlic which is… not the right amount? and maybe not enough butter. I am trying to watch how much soy I’m putting in my body since I generally become uncomfortable after eating too much WholeSoy yogurt or cereal (which I eat with rice milk now and still makes me a little nauseous. I am going to try almond, now, though. We’ll see how that goes. This is also assuming that I can afford cereal. Also, I never took real milk well, either. I remember feeling uneasy after the few breakfasts I woke up in time for. My sister is developed an intolerance to lactose in high school, I believe, despite doing a school report on local cow farms, which for some reason I thought might protect her. Or prove to her body that she liked cows a lot. I don’t really understand how things work. Anyway, a lot of Asians are lactose intolerant and I am probably, to some degree, one of those dudes.

Back to the garlic bread.

I don’t know what happened.

The worst part is, in my greed, I made these when neither of my roommates were home. Normally when I make garlic bread, I feel guilty for no reason and have to at least a piece to each of them or whoever is around. So. Crap. I’m eating like a whole baguette of bad garlic bread by myself.

Two-page spread drawn for my comics class. Experimenting with representing song lyrics and spot colors. I chose Pwrfl Power’s “Two Keys”. I sent them to him and he said, “I looked at all of them, great jobs Mare!”

He is a Cornish alum and is pretty great, by the way.

Posts like this will be common, I think. From the middle of the night. For no reason other than I want to mold something to my liking and can’t find the right posture to draw. My body not fitting a little. But I can’t turn off words so I might as well make myself think I’m doing something productive. Or creative.

I’ve got a Kleen Kanteen full of a water. A teacup full of Twinings English Black Tea (imported. I didn’t know when I bought it. But it’s pretty tasty.) and Rice Milk and a couple spoonfuls of Whole Foods Vegan Cane Sugar. A teapot of the stuff steeping with a heart-shaped infuser, the kind you have probably seen before. And limeade and melting ice cubes in a found mug apparently from Kansas. The interior is green and on the outside is a wrap-around illustration of sunflowers.

Maybe “difficult” is not the best word.

It’s unnatural for me to separate my life into those two categories. I write for myself. And I take into consideration what people may or may not think about me. And that affects what I write about. But at the end of the day, it’s for me.

I am going to try drawing now.

Edit: It doesn’t feel write to Private posts.

Typography II, Cornish College of the Arts, 2008.

My first whack at animation. Not a Motion Major so it was fun to see things wiggle a little even if it did take a million pieces of paper to draw everything (and not even end up using all of them).

The song is “The Ugly & The Beautiful” by The (Real) Tuesday Weld. I like it.

“What Do You Want To Do For Valentine’s Day”

8-page minicomic, fits on one 8.5″x11″. No staples.

Sample pages after the jump.

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8-page zine (including front and back cover) about indoor vermicomposting (composting with worms). Printed on the 8.5″x11″ sheets cut out of paper shopping bags. No staples. 100% compostable.

Available for download as a pdf here.

From the back cover:

“Instructions: To make your own booklet, print out the PDF and fold the paper in half three times. Next, open it up and cut along the dotted line. Fold the book in half vertically and push the inner pages outward, making a “+” formation. Finally, fold all the pages together.”

If that’s too confusing, this site with the dirty name explains it better with pictures.

I am on a new schedule consisting of thirty minutes of work followed by fifteen minutes of relaxing followed by thirty minutes of work, et cetera. So far so good. But maybe fifteen minutes is too long. In any case, my back is sore (I’m working on it) and I can feel Change in my bones.

I am getting better at feeding myself, also. I think I will be eating a lot of brown rice this school year. Brown rice, beans. Who knows what else. Whatever is cheap. But preferably organic.

I will start posting some of my work as soon as I dig it out of wherever I left it and scan it.