Monday, April 20, 2009

Post-Exposure Traumatics

I'll be damned. Last night I had the choice of being too tired to rationalize any productivity on my part, or being too rapt with thought to give my brain an inch to doze off. Fancy that.

In the end my eyelids gave in as they often do. However, the sleep only lasted long enough to let me have a terrificly traumatizing dream based on a repressed memory from last Thursday night.
I rode my bike 8 miles to Williamsburg to attend a talk about the activist communities response to the economic meltdown. In short, it was a good talk well worth the arduous bike journey.
Naturally, upon returning home I decided to shorten my trek by taking the train half-way back. Regretfully the only trains nearby are ones that have already produced a bad taste in my mouth from previous excursions, however I'll spoil a little by saying this trip cemented my hatred for these lines.
I could only find the J-M-Z lines, and thus, took one of those to Manhattan to catch my train. After 40 minutes of waiting, an M finally arrived, and was somewhat relieved to find the train near empty so I wouldn't have any trouble fitting in with my bike comfortably. Regretfully, emptier trains also mean sketchier riders.
I sat across from a guy that was asleep when I got on. I didn't think much of it at the time, but two stops in this guy woke up, look confused, and then his eyes settled on me which then produced a creepy-as-fuck grin that I did my best to ignore until he fell back asleep. Luckily the ride was only 5 stops, however this did little to spare me my unfortunate fate.
At Essex street, the guy wakes up again. I look off at the door to avoid his gaze, but notice he's trying to get into my line of vision. Against my better judgement, I glanced over and noticed the most defiling, vulgar, disgusting, repulsive thing i have ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. THIS FUCKING SCUMBAG WAS JERKING OFF!!

I had thought to take a picture and report him to the police ala "Hollaback NYC" style, but as luck would have it, I spent the majority of my bike ride taking pictures of things along my ride and knew for a fact my phone memory was packed. I was panicked as it became clear I had no recourse for defending myself from this scum of the earth dirtbag. I didn't know what to do so I walked my bike to the other side of the train cart, only for him to get off at the same stop and creepily stalk behind me grinning all the way to the next platform.

You could call this luck I guess, but my train arrived just in time and the guy was still on the stairs as it left the station with me in it.

The dream was a little more satisfying in terms of vengeance, but it forced me to revisit the trauma that actually happened.
At the very least, in my dream, when the guy started masturbating, I threw my bike at him while loudly calling him a scum of the Earth. Everyone else on the train helped me push him out through the doors as we crossed the Williamsburg Bridge. See? Satisfying.

Anyway. all of this, while wildly amusing I'm sure, got my mind reeling about sexual harassment once again.

When I lived in Baltimore, sexual harassers made themselves known maybe once every other block (if I was lucky), but nothing ever came close to what happened on the M train.
In fact the last week, when I was meeting my sister at the Port Authority, while searching for a place to sit (f.y.i., there are four whole seats in the entirety of the structure) what I would assume to be an obese Mexican man wearing a grey cardigan and a purple button up, exclaimed his "love" for me and followed me out of the building sharing his wish to "marry me". It was really seriously annoying and not after long I told him very loudly to "Shut-up, and fuck off!". He followed me for another block until I threw a crumpled paper at him and he finally left me alone.
Later on, I went back into the port and was going on the up escalator when I saw he was going down following a poor middle aged blonde woman who I doubt spoke Spanish, and I also doubt had any wish to interact with this creep.
I alerted an officer that there was an obese olive-skinned man harassing women. The cop laughed, told me he'd call it in. Not much of a reassurance, but again, what am I left to do in this situation?

Things like this get me so irate you have no idea. I'm a generally easy-going happy person, but when something like this happens I can be pissed and morose for days. Which in turn, creates this plateau of depression because I am always left feeling so totally powerless.
What's weirder to me, is that in both situations my appearance was borderline homeless-looking. My clothes were torn, splotched with paint, hair greasy, feet stinky. What's the draw? I throw my arms up, and resign! I am totally beside myself!!!

Anyone have any thoughts?

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Here's a drawing I did for the IndyKids coloring book the folks at Indy are going to be putting out.

Feb 15th 2003 Protests

P.S.S. Bloomberg is a dick! Even though he claims to support it, he acted like such a baby in the live breaking news press conference. I think he's bitter he didn't think of it since it will be such an obvious cash-cow if it passes.
P.S.S.S No one should vote for such a spineless flip-flopping loser for a THIRD time! Seriously.

Friday, April 3, 2009

So before I acknowledge my regretful negligence towards this blog, I would like to take a moment to remember the economy. What a bastard.

Alright, so rolling back to why I've decided to post after such a long absence. To point out the obvious, the economy is going down-down baby, down-down the roller-coaster.. so to speak. Since my last post, I've relocated to the belly of the economic beast as it were. Funny how things are bad all over, but you would never guess it the way people incessantly continue to shop like it's going out of style, which I imagine is the only way to go? Thoughts?
I'm still optimistic about the future though, just now my optimism is grounded in the the harsh realities of the earth we will most likely face (and hey, it might actually unite us as a people.. unless of course someone invents a lo-tech ipod/facebook/twitter and so on) more-so than my previous encounters with good vibrations and free food that were keeping me adequately aloof to how things were/are.

I have yet to post anything from the "Art Against War" show from last April, or my thesis.. from last May. Total fail!

In any case, while I'm not crazy about the latest illustration I did for the Indy, it's been featured on their front page, which was kind of a big deal in my book. Here's the article it accompanied. Globalization for the win!

"The Great Unraveling"

In other news, Raúl Alfonsín died the other day. He was the first democratically elected President in Argentina after the Military Coup in the 1970's. He was a good guy, so while not a personal acquaintance, still sad to see he passed on.

Hope everyone has more than avoided being swallowed whole by the voracious appetite of the market.