My Day At School

On Monday I had the pleasure of sitting in on my wife’s first grade classroom. She’s getting her masters degree and needed an observer for later comment on a specific lesson.

Here’s an excerpt from her paper on the lesson…

I asked my husband, Mark, to come in to observe me teach the first day back after spring break. He visited my classroom not infrequently in my first years of teaching because he was still in college and would stop in when he was on a break. Mark really hasn’t been in since we got married, though, once his own work schedule infringed on that free time. This observation was nice timing for us. Mark is a stay-at-home dad who also works as a cartoonist. Spring break was a good time for me to better realize why he is so tired at the end of the day; our son is easygoing, but he is twenty-one months old, which means he talks all day long, tries out the word no rather vehemently at times, and is on the go for most of the day. Since I had just had the opportunity to understand Mark’s typical day better, it was nice for him to have a similar opportunity.

I read this Thursday morning while printing it out for her evening class and was sort of touched. It’s always interesting to get such a clear look inside another person’s head, especially when it’s someone you know as well as my wife and I know each other.

She hadn’t necessarily intended me to read it, so I was very pleased to read about her observations on my stay-at-home dad/cartoonist role, and it prompted this blog.

Often I think I take my wife for granted. Let me tell you, I’m not always the easiest to get along with; sure I have a good sense of humor, but it’s often balanced by severe fits of spontaneous unprovoked grumpiness.

In addition to putting up with me, she takes care of all of the household finances, laundry, keeping track of important family dates, a fair amount of cooking and probably a hundred or so other things that I’m not going to remember here.

She’s also a great teacher. She teaches a bilingual first-grade class and cares deeply about her students, often visiting each of their families at home at the beginning of the school year to introduce herself and make everyone feel comfortable.

There’s really no significant cartoon content in this post, but I just thought it was important for everyone to know how great my wife is. She’s not just a brilliant mother and teacher, but the best partner a guy could imagine in just about every way.

My wife sums it up nicely at the end of her paper:

While it was interesting for me to see my classroom and teaching through Mark’s eyes, I think he also found it interesting to come back into my classroom instead of just relying on my descriptions of my days. I think it has been a good week for Mark and me to better appreciate what the other one does.

I love you, honey!

I Take Requests

Every so often I get an email from someone who’s happened upon our favorite cartoon blog and, complimentary though it may be, wrongfully assumes I’m some sort of cartoon information guru.

Of all of the cartoonists I know, I’m probably the least informed. Sure, I know my Arno from my Ziegler, but much of the genre remains unexplored by me because, thanks to my 20-month old comedy sidekick/diaper machine, I simply don’t have the time or energy to dig any further.

So, I thought I’d throw some of these out to the cartooning community and see if any of you might be able to help. Here’s a fairly straight-forward one:

“I am trying to think of a 60s cartoonist — not Crumb — who I think was named Cobb. He did detailed cartoons that were more philosophical than political. I can’t trace him. Any thoughts?”

Here’s one where it seems obvious to me where the writer might start, but maybe we can make it even easier:

“Looking for a cartoon that was in the WSJ. It has a daddy lion and a young lion looking at two humans and the dad tells the young lion ‘Never eat one of those beasts. They’re full of transfats, banned substances and toxic chemicals.’ I am a health nut and do local talks, and would like a copy of that if possible?”

This last one is my favorite though:

“I am trying to find a black and white illustration of a pirate eating a house. There are a number of things taking place in the picture, but this what I remember most.”

A pirate eating a house? Maybe start with High Times?

Anyway… If anyone has any ideas, drop a comment and I’ll forward them along to the interested parties.

D’oh? Da!

D'oh!

This article is hilarious…

“After spending a day in court watching cartoons, a Moscow judge on Friday rejected a lawsuit brought against RenTV for broadcasting two American programs that the plaintiff said had piqued his young son’s interest in cocaine and prompted the child to insult his mother.”

It gets better…

“Smykov said that his son Konstantin, who was 6 in 2002, approached his parents after watching an episode of “The Family Guy” and asked them what cocaine was. After he was reprimanded, Konstantin called his mother a toad, Smykov said.”

But this is the best part…

“Smykov was not present in the courtroom Friday. RIA-Novosti reported that he had appeared for the start of the day’s session drunk.”

You gotta go read this. Enjoy!

Sin City – Review

It was a gray day. The theater was mostly empty except for a few desperate loners like me anxiously looking for our noir fix. And after twenty minutes of whoring itself out, the screen got down to business.

starts like a zebra with a sunburn; black and white and gloriously red all over. The opening scene that sold Miller calls to me, begging me to love it. I caress it with my eyes as I settle in with my soda.

For the next 126 minutes Sin City spills its guts. The story’s got more twists and turns than a pretzel having a bad night’s sleep, and I love it.

Cops with good hearts and bad tickers, leggy dames that’d just as soon kill you as love you, and a yellow bastard with more than one weapon in his stinking dirty trousers. The whole enchilada in beautiful black and white.

If I could kiss a movie I would have planted a hard wet one right on Sin City, but when it was done I just walked out into a hard rain, alone. Like I said, it was a gray day.