Universe really wants me to go out and buy
"what it is" by Lynda Barry. Friends have been happily chirruping about it, ads for it have been throwing themselves at my face since April, yesterday morning's page in the bathroom reading was an interview with Barry, and then, it showed up on my bench at work. (I get a lot of new art books that need to have pages tipped in to accommodate the library bar codes, pockets & plates - poor me.)
If I didn't already think it was a joy to just open this thing randomly and look at the pretty, it is brimming with drawings and paintings of birds AND... Octopi! (Did I mention the Glitter!!!) A painting of an octopus at the bottom of the back cover bears the instructions: "Follow the Magic Cephalopod" So clearly, me and several people of my acquaintance and several more not of my acquaintance need to buy this one or check it out repeatedly from the local library.
Now, what does it mean that I've had
"Shankhill Butchers" in my head on loop for the last three days?