The other day, I came home after spending 14 hours in the ICU with my grandmother, completely out of my mind, to find a giant box on my dining room table. There was a smaller box inside the box. Inside the smaller box was another box almost the same size as it, but, due to the presence of a handle, it would most accurately be called a case. The case held a scanner. The note, via Amazon, read "for your drawing blog. love, a." After a few days of sleuthing, I discovered that it was Angeline Gragasin, who, among and alongside her many incredible accomplishments is also amazingly supportive of her friends: Angie sent me a scanner in the mail. Thank you so much Angie, for not only having the faith in me to want to see my drawings better, but to also think me capable of using a scanner. I am not a very good scanner, but I will do everything I can to learn this arcane art. I don't usually write things about my creative process because I don't know why anyone would read them, but I am doing so now because I am grateful that Angie got me a scanner and that is how this poorly scanned image came to be. I promise I will do better.
I was talking to Brandon about books and while telling me about journalistic traditions in Latin America, Brandon dropped that he had gone to Target today. I immediately wanted to know what he had done at Target. "Well," he said, "I was bored and I live two blocks away from the place, so I decided to go to Target." I was so impressed. "What did you do at Target?" "I don't know. I walked around. I spent a lot of time in the kitchen stuff because they didn't have a knife that was the right shape, then I thought about buying a pizza cutter for work, but then I said fuck it, and right as I was about to walk out the door, I saw these books in Spanish..." and back to that other stuff. I am always very excited to hear about the experiences of my friends, and in light of that, I wish I could talk to you more about this scanner.
