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i made a drawing a couple of weeks ago. did some picture research on the internet, sketched a rough on paper, redrew all the components in a loose and scribbly fashion on the back of some official letter i’d been sent, scanned them in, then pieced it all together in photoshop. i was pleased that day to finally figure out how to drop colour into a tonal greyscale drawing, without the colour layer obscuring or compromising the pencilled outlines.

layers > multiply

that’s all it took. for years i’d wondered. i sent it off then, to where it was needed, and not an hour later, received a two-word reply: oooooh! beautiful! how warm and shiny i felt.

the kid works much quicker. she takes a sheet from my tray of one-sided printouts, and draws directly in any shade of felt-tipped marker. a few days ago she grabbed the nearest biro and made my new favourite drawing: a joyous supermarket excursion with a cat, a mouse, and a family of tiny kittens. it really sums up the happiness i feel when i’m at the supermarket.

(though not the bit where i stand in a queue for 20 minutes because my woolies refuses to put more cashiers on, grumble, gnash.)

something else that makes me happy is the super speedy three day sydney zine from dawn at handmadelove, full of drawings of smiley food to eat around sydney (in three days, oh the pressure!). just look at the lovely watercolouring, and the cheery lettering. here’s one of my favourite cafes, badde manors, #3 in glebe. it’s true: they do have a way with potatoes.

[ picture from handmadelove ]

posted by ragingyoghurt on 8 March 2010 at 12:40 am
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sometimes the kid gets all excited about going to the supermarket. because she cannot yet write most cohesive words, she will draw our shopping list. today we are going to chinatown.

clockwise from top: soy milk, noodles, rose syrup cordial, nanami togarashi, dumplings, chili bean paste, sesame oil.

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this was originally posted to the ragingyoghurt facebook page,
while the blog lay dormant.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 20 February 2009 at 12:12 pm
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wow. the time sure goes by.

and it’s not that i’ve got nothing to say. in fact, my camera is full to the brim of past eatings, and my head is soft with trying to figure out how to tell you about those slivers of chocolate with a saltwash on the underside.

!

i’ve completed my last session of comic artist rehab, a milestone of mixed emotions because i feel generally good about this handful of strips and the potential to keep going in this direction… but now that the deadlines are done with, i know i just won’t get any more comics drawn for a while. finishing up rehab means a freed-up pocket of time that i can squander away on the internet once more, with no regrets.

which will be good for the blog i suppose. um. though not right at this moment.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 27 November 2007 at 9:32 am
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you come, day after day, and hope that i might have written about a cake or a soup or something. and instead, this chasm of disappointment keeps getting bigger. i’m sorry, and it’s not just that i have all this work to do. in fact, i do have a lot of work to do, all overdue now as of four days ago, and i’m doing my best to procrastinate, and i think i’m doing that quite well. but, so you see, i could well be using this stolen time to blog.

instead you get a painful memory about cake gone wrong. how’s that for chasm of disappointment? eh?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 22 November 2007 at 5:17 pm
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rehab is going swimmingly….

posted by ragingyoghurt on 15 November 2007 at 9:38 am
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the kid has not been playing fair of late. dropping of naptime aside, the deal is that i take her out to fun places and buy her treats, and in return she is sweet and docile and generally nice. i’m even happy, in principle, for her to set the itinerary. playground? cafe? that shop over there full of fun kitchen things? yup! these days she wakes up in the morning, and her first words are, “where are we going?”. really.

however, on recent excursions, she has been cheery only up until the part where i gaze across at something that might solely interest me. at this point, she will become most floppy and whiney, and she will say things about wanting to go outside now. there may even be grunting!

i know it’s all part of growing her own personality, but bloody hell it’s getting tedious. this afternoon, after a bus ride back from the city, she chose going to the newsagent with me rather than following her dad home. the newsagent by the busstop has decreed every saturday and sunday, “magazine day”; all magazines are 20% off. this is almost as good as a national public holiday to me. as soon as i flipped open the cover of “vogue”, the kid ran up the aisle and said that she had to go to the toilet right away.

i was extremely furious. extreme furiousity! this entailed grabbing her hand, and walking super fast across the street, past the church, down the hill, only pausing a moment when she stumbled, and not at all when the loosely-knotted balloon string came away from her wrist and drifted off into the blue with her bright pink xmas balloon. we had been to the david jones xmas concert in hyde park earlier in the day, a travesty of shrek in a santa suit.

but there was no jolly hoho left. there were tears (hers) and slamming of doors (mine). and after her dad took over and wiped her bottom and read her a book and put her to bed, he said that maybe i could go out and play by myself tomorrow. he went out himself then, to the beach and a barbeque and a night off, and the kid slept for three hours until i roused her. she was a different child then, sweet, docile and generally nice.

i don’t get too much work done these days. i don’t seem to get much of anything done, actually, except keeping the kid entertained. the two or three hours after she goes to bed for the night… i am torn between work, and this blog, and comic artists rehab. and on nights like this one, when the sofa upstairs is vacant, there is also “gilmore girls” to contend with. who’s winning tonight? not work. blog — well, i could write another post, but i won’t. i posted a comic today, so i won’t have to again until wednesday. so.

hey, did you know gingerbread frappucini are back in season? i think it would be the perfect accompaniment to the biscuit factory exhibition. only a day away…

posted by ragingyoghurt on 10 November 2007 at 10:45 pm
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“comic artist rehab is where four comic artists (who haven’t been as busy as they should) commit to drawing four panels every four days for four weeks.”

this month, i am one of those artists — and today is my first strip! come for a squiz if you’re interested or if you’d like to arrange for an intervention for someone you know.

my friend, amber, set this up, and clearly she is plenty busy as it is, because she is also the one responsible for the kids craft weekly website, and now book, which i spent a chunk of last month working on, and which is finally back from the printer, with its satiny smooth cover that i can’t stop stroking (and now i know how matt moran felt at that good food show demonstration). you know you want one!

posted by ragingyoghurt on 2 November 2007 at 9:56 pm
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i really put my eyes through the wringer over the weekend: one feels quite swollen, and the other is decidedly twitchy. there’s nothing like a looming deadline (which i’d cleverly been choosing to ignore, until it was too late to pretend it wasn’t looming) to keep me at the computer for all hours of the day, beyond blog and facebook.

[ nellicent! join! ]

i’ve been drawing on my real desktop, and shuffling little coloured boxes around my virtual one, and i have within easy reach too many chocolate bars and not quite enough bowls of berries. cups of tea are always on standby.

i’ve been drawing happy pots and perturbed sheep, know-it-all kitchen sponge people — the best enforced fun i’ve had in a long time. i’m helping to put together a real, live book for the real fun website, kids craft weekly, and at the moment we are pretending that it will all be done and sent out into the world in the next month.

HAHAHA.

i’ve just realised we must look exactly like this amiable saucepan, smiling blankly in the face of adversity.

anyway. buy a book? gaarn. you never know when you might want to turn your collection of wooden spoons into a family of puppets. or a paper bag into an owl.



[ photographs © kids craft weekly ]

posted by ragingyoghurt on 24 September 2007 at 6:01 pm
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goshdarned sonuva bush rained on our parade. well, ok, so it rained (and rained and rained) of its own accord, and we weren’t really parading. but we’d been planning to see the jellyfish exhibition at the maritime museum for weeks, and whoulda thunk the leader of the “free” world would choose this very morning to hang out at said museum too?

fortunately apec hadn’t quite locked down the mobile network, and a quick on-the-run phonecall later, me and the kid rocked up to the australian museum, where, beneath the enormous suspended skeleton of a blue whale, we got reacquainted with amber, ellaberry and arkyjoe.

in between the hallfull of skeletons (including a homely tableau of a human skeleton sitting in a comfy chair reading a book, with a faithful doggy skeleton by his side) and the kids area upstairs (more inventive handpuppets of wild — and scary — animals than you have ever seen) and the other kids area upstairs (way too many stuffed marsupials to be petted and kissed, and a live, deformed, green tree frog that looked as if it were melting), we shared a really good bowl of nicely-seasoned hot chips and a round of strawberry milkshakes, babycino, hot chocolate, and milky coffee. it was all fun and games, no-one lost an eye, and two little girls negotiated with grace and long-suffering diplomacy, the gentle art of hand-holding.

so there, mr president. why can’t we all just get along?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 6 September 2007 at 8:47 pm
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until noon today, it had been more than a week since i last went to zumbo. i thought it was necessary to cut down the visits because… well, it wasn’t so much that my clothes were feeling tight, but my skin certainly was. is that worse?

but we popped in today, just to see if the macaron were hanging out in their acrylic tubs, and it was like a display of precious jewels: red, purple and orange. two of them i had not encountered before — raspberry and blackcurrant — and the third i just got for good measure because it’s in my top three favourites.

the raspberry macaron, from the bite and a half i managed to wheedle out of maeve, had a smooth and mild candy-like flavour. by which i mean candy that has been flavoured with real raspberry juice, rather than like, whatever they put in frangos, by which i mean, if you eschew fresh raspberries because they are sometimes tart and intense, then this macaron could be good for you, because it tastes of raspberries that are not tart and intense.

the blackcurrant macaron is still in its cellophane baggie in my backpack, but i’m sort of hoping it tastes like ribena. i’ll let you know.

the mandarin macaron also survived the mid-afternoon sugar slump, but i know it well and i love it.

before the early lunchtime crowd forced us back out onto the street, i managed to find out that zumbo is now also a purveyor of sonoma breads. indeed, i looked up at the bread shelf high above my head, and in the corner was my favourite and my best soy and linseed sourdough loaf, with the whole soybeans. this is great news because it means i will no longer have to make a special detour in glebe for it. yay.

and also, because my attempts to eat less cake by making fewer trips to zumbo didn’t quite work out, because, well, if you’ve been reading, you’ll see that i’ve been to a bunch of other pastryshops in the inner city instead… because of that, another reason to stop at zumbo every day or so will not be such a terrible thing.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 21 August 2007 at 10:33 pm
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