Just went to a lecture, at Goucher College, by Lynda Barry

She is a cartoonist. It was one of the best and most powerful lectures I’ve ever been to. But, like all good semi-mystical writing advice, the specifics are rapidly fading from my memory. However there was definitely something in there about recovering your childlike sense of play. Oh, and also some stuff about the concreteness of the image and about how the image does something that reactions and emotions can’t quite do. And a lot of jokes. And an impression of her Filipina grandmother. And some other great stuff.

Had many thoughts on it, but midnight is approaching, so this is one set of Rahul Kanakia reflections that must be forever lost. Not just to you, but also, in all likelihood, to myself as well.