December 2008


Happy holidays everyone!

I'm back in LA escaping the bitter cold.

Some news:

1) I found out that I'm going to be teaching next semester- watch out NYU undergrads!

In all seriousness though, I'm hoping that I'll be the "cool TA." Anyway, finding out I was teaching was a big surprise b/c no one had told me that I had gotten the job. Me finding out was a fortunate fluke.

While I'm very happy to be teaching and enlightening minds n' all that I'm especially happy about the money I'm getting- a small portion is going to go into my savings and the rest will fund my very first trip to Egypt in the early summer (I don't want to be the Egyptologist that's never been to Egypt forever).

2) I'll be appearing at next year's MoCCA Art Fest again, which is taking place at a different venue this year. I'll let you know more about the details of this when we get closer to early June and I'll probably run a fundraiser to help offset the costs of being there sometime after I do Rabbit Voice 2- you know, the voice I promised I was going to do the last time I did a fundraiser but wasn't able to do b/c of recording problems and overwhelming heaps of work.

3) I put another item on my Amazon wish list (the one on top of David's two items)- these are brush markers, which will come in handy for comic cons, such as the MoCCA Art Fest, and for ACEO cards/sketches/postcards to you.

That's all for now and thanks always for reading!


I was given the pleasure to do a guest strip for Wapsi Square, a great web comic that I've been reading for about 4 years now, which is online today. Please go check it out!

On another note, it seems that yesterday's comic started quite a stir on my site b/c of the implied swear word. It really amazes me that even while my characters do the most sacrilegious things, pull the most awful, insensitive pranks, and say the most perverted, lewd stuff, people get their panties in a twist b/c of a swear word.

It's not even like my characters swear gratuitously- in fact, they don't even swear that often and when they do there's usually a reason for it (usually for dramatic or comedic effect).

Anyway, I understand if some people are offended by bad language- but I don't know- I guess I assumed that if you were ok with my characters talking about the shocker they were most likely not going to be offended by an implied swear word.

All I can do is shrug and keep on truckin.'


I don't really have the luxury of free time to be writing in my blog right now, but something that has always bothered me popped up in my mind and the best way to get it out of there so I can concentrate on what I should be doing is writing about it here.

For some reason, people in this country- and maybe this is a global phenomenon- tend to look down on the humanities. I've come to accept that people are going to feel this way. While they brush me off as useless and stupid (b/c if you're smart you would be studying math or something) I brush them off as bitter, ignorant, and shallow.

The one thing that doesn't cease to amaze me, however, is the number of people who, when finding out that I study art history, ask me if I plan on flipping burgers or living in a box after I get my degree. The more generous ones ask me if I just plan to teach (in a tone that suggests that this is somehow a bad thing- America is so anti-intellectual sometimes. We complain about how bad our school systems are and try to throw money at the problem. Maybe instead we should try to change our collective mindset about the importance of education and gain some respect for the teaching profession).

Anyway, I really can't say I get it. Art History, believe it or not, is probably the field in the humanities that has the most economic possibilities. I know a lot of people didn't grow up being immersed in the arts but I would've thought that most would've been aware about the existence of museums, galleries, and auction houses.

Unlike many other fields in the humanities, as an art historian you are not confined to teaching- you can be a museum/gallery administrator, work in museum education, be a museum/gallery curator, you can work as an advisor to collectors, you can work as an appraiser at auction houses/galleries, you can be a research assistant at a gallery/auction house/museum, you can be a director of a museum/gallery, you can be a critic, etc. etc.- the list is a lot longer.

Many of these jobs don't require a PhD and it's definitely not impossible to find work even with just a BA.

So the next time someone asks me if I plan on flipping burgers, I'm going to be half tempted to flip them the bird.

I know a lot of people are just curious about my plans b/c they maybe don't realize how many jobs for art historians there are, but there are also a lot of people who are just rude about it.


Dear Santa,

All I want this year for Festivus is a pony and an unabridged copy of Marx's Das Kapital. I was intrigued by the chapter concerning Commodity Fetishism... Who knew that Economists did it so kinky? I wonder if Naomi Klein is into that kinda thing? Just kidding Santa!!!

Thank you for your consideration Santa! I hope to hear from you soon!

David Co

P.S. "Pity the land that has no heroes... No pity the land that needs them" --- Galileo


This morning mah bestest friend, JewNick, left the city to go back home for a while and then to travel the world for a year. I know that he's going to see amazing things out there and there's a good chance he might come back (NYC law school that shall remain anonymous- you better take him) but it's still sad to not have him here.

I don't know if I conveyed to him just how much I'm going to miss him.

Nick and I go back to my second year and his frist year of college at UCLA. We lived on the same floor, across the hall from each other. I don't remember how we became friends but I do remember that he was the only one who shared my enthusiasm for throwing stuff down the stairwell and watching it explode. Perhaps my fondest memory with him while at school, however, was the time when we went to the roof of the student union with a carton of cottage cheese and flinged spoonfuls of it at the sorority fair that was going on below us. The screams were marvelous.

When Nick moved to NY we resumed our adventures. Some memories that come to mind right now include: going to see Factory Girl and joking about me "diggin' in my purse" ever after, going church hopping on Sundays, drinking in various bars throughout the city (remember the time when we went to Doc Watson's, the Guggenheim and down to the LES all in the same day?), karaoke, and a whole bunch of other stuff that I can't go into detail here b/c it wasn't so much where we went but all the millions and millions of things we said and did that's more important and memorable to me.

Anyway, Nick and I will undoubtedly keep in touch but I'm still sad that I won't be going on as many adventures with him in 2009- I'll be sure to tell you, Nick, the latest news and any rabbit songs that I come up with. Also, I'll be sure to stay out of the blue socks club and to not do a sequel of "Flying Letters."

Anyway, I hope you're not embarrassed that you're the topic of my blog today- I told you that I was going to end up telling complete strangers about you leaving.


Things I've learned from watching movies like Silence of the Lambs and documentaries about serial killers:

1)Avoid big creepy vans.

2)Don't help strange dudes with casts/crutches/wheelchairs to move stuff into their car or big creepy van.

3)Don't be size 14 (see Silence of the Lambs).

4)Be wary of middle aged white dudes who lay cheesy pick up lines on you.

5)Keep your windows and doors locked.

6)Be suspicious in general.

7)Don't be a street walker.

8)Oh yeah, and avoid big creepy vans.

Whenever I see a big creepy van parked by a curb I always make a point to cross the street. Some people call it paranoia- I call it making sure I don't get turned into a lamp shade or lady suit (see Silence of the Lambs).

I recently saw a documentary about Ted Bundy and he apparently he was trying to get off death row claiming that he was just as human as anyone else. Call me cold hearted but I don't see why anyone should pity someone who obviously didn't care about anyone's life other than his own.

I'm also amazed to learn that many serial killers get hundreds of love letters from women while on death row. I mean, really? Couldn't you at least go for someone who was doing time for grand theft auto instead?... Bah- I guess we're talking about some real lady killers though... Get it?! "LADY KILLERS??" HA!