A SKELETON KEY TO GOOD OLD EARTH

Around the time this comic takes place my Mom took me to Delaware Park to meet the Ultimate Warrior, we had to wait in line for like 7 hours in sweltering heat, but it was everything to me as a kid.
(If you google the Ultimate Warrior you’re likely to find some unfortunate opinions the actor who played him expressed, none of which were a part of his character, which remains a figure of extreme mystery, hailing from Parts Unknown.)
It’s kinda funny, given the whole darn point of this comic, how much I genuinely struggled to get it done. With no hint of irony, I basically re-lived the experience of becoming hopelessly frustrated with the creative process, to the point that I actually intended to scrap the whole thing numerous times. The only thing that saved it was that since I was working digitally the files remained on my computer and every few months I would stumble across them and revisit the wreckage to see if there was anything I could salvage. This process went on for 3 years. 3 YEARS! All over 4 simple pages.
So as much as I was remembering, and trying to share, this lesson that my mom taught me, I was also having to prove that I’d actually learned it, which wasn’t as easy as I assumed it would be.
THE SOUND OF SILENCE
I like using coincidence as a creative guide, because it feels like it opens up the process to something bigger than just my conscious imagination. For example, I was either going to give my Mom a Black Sabbath or a Simon & Garfunkel t-shirt to wear, (Her 2 fav bands) and just as I was about to commit one way or the other, a Simon & Garfunkel song started playing on a TV show I had on in the background. The TV show was The Leftovers and the song was featured in an emotionally climactic/pivotal moment.
So that pretty much settled that, because all things being otherwise equal between the 2 choices, it’s fun to let synchronicity tip the scales.
Though this set off another line of thinking, because the comic was already called “GOOD OLD EARTH” with “Old Earth” being Wu Tang slang for “Mom”, but now I’m thinking do I go with a Simon & Garfunkel reference for the title? Or maybe something from Black Sabbath, in a have-my-cake-and-eat-it-too kinda way? So I begin to scour song titles and lyrics for appropriate fragments to pull for a new title, and as I’m doing so, while having no luck whatsoever, sure enough in the background The Leftovers features a Wu Tang Clan song in a completely goofy and improbable scene. I stopped my search immediately and let the title stand.
DOVE STA MEMORIA
I long ago stole RAW’s use of “Dove Sta Memoria” as my go to epitaph, as “rest in peace” irks me as being overused to the point of meaninglessness. “Where Memory Lives” seems a more profound sentiment to me. Memory being the tricky, emotional, chaotic thing it is.
My mom had a tough life, especially her last few years, and after she died there weren’t many comforting words passed around about it, except from my older brother. Though my Uncle John, her older brother, managed to get something through the emotional maelstrom. “Remember the good times,” he told me. I was irritated when he said it, because I was a jaded and traumatized 12 year old, and it felt like an easy cookie cutter thing to say. But this story is what I remembered when he said that, and it was something I held on to. It must have been difficult to try to say anything to me at all, at that time, the circumstances being what they were, let alone something helpful, so it turns out he kinda nailed it.
Autobio comics bring in another level of trickery too, because I’ve learned through experience that adapting memories into comix comes with something of a cost. The memory gets partially overwritten by the adaptation. You lose the fuzzy edges and specific inexpressible ambiguities. The memory of the event and the memory of the comic fuse together in a weird amalgam.
I first noticed this in “I was a Teenage Six Million Dollar Party Horse.” An autobio comic about my being saved from a self destructive spiral by a compassionate homeless man. When I was working on the comic I was drawing the man’s face from memory, but now if I try to remember his face I can only see the comic version.
It’s a trade off. You get to have your memory transformed into an objective and shareable medium, but also you lose some of what made it yours.
(I think The Never-ending Story 2 has a bit about this, I remember it scaring me as a kid, though I can’t quite remember the details, which seems appropriate.)
In closing, The Leftovers is a great show, and I highly recommend it :)))








In late November 2007, upon catching a news story on the radio about the tiles, I began to poke around a bit on the internet for further information on the subject. I’d satisfied my curiosity w/ only just a few brief blurbs, when I inadvertently knocked over my copy of Joseph Campbell’s “The Hero With A Thousand Faces.” I picked up the book, and but of course, it had opened to a page wherein the word “Toynbee” shone out like some kinda clownish beacon.
I felt obliged to dig at least a little bit deeper, and in so doing I turned up a video of a St. Louis local news segment, which features a man with a blue beard discussing Toynbee Tiles. And well, it just so happens that I know a fella w/ a blue beard…
Having eagerly reported for duty an hour early, I then went to enjoy a coffee at the Penrose Diner, and while reading my well worn edition of Marshall McLuhan’s “Understanding Media”, happened upon the following passages:



None of which is to say that UFOs aren’t real! Because of course they are, but the quantum leap in logic from unidentified flying objects to alien spacecrafts is something of a recurring curiosity. Regular as rain, someone with governmental bona fides comes out and confirms the existence of “UFOs”, which creates the pretext for a semantic hallucination, because “UFO” is a term that has become synonymous with alien spacecraft, but the presented evidence only ever shows unidentified flying objects. Amongst the confusion of this linguistic shell game highly questionable hearsay creeps towards unearned legitimacy. My intent here isn’t to disprove the existence of alien spacecrafts, but rather to point out an age-old epistemological problem, as the Buddha might say, “sabda is not pramina,” testimony is not experience.

A particularly neat thing about working with 


This circuit is concerned with nourishment, physical safety, comfort and survival. This circuit is imprinted early in infancy. The imprint will normally last for life, unless it is re-imprinted by a powerful experience.
The emotional-territorial circuit is imprinted in the toddler stage. It is concerned with domination and submission, territoriality etc.
This circuit is imprinted by human symbol systems. It is concerned with language, handling the environment, invention, calculation, prediction, building a mental “map” of the universe, physical dexterity, etc.
This fourth circuit is imprinted by the first orgasm-mating experiences and tribal “morals”. It is concerned with sexual pleasure (instead of sexual reproduction), local definitions of “moral” and “immoral”, reproduction, rearing of the young, etc. The fourth circuit concerns itself with cultural values and operating within social networks.
This is concerned with neurological-somatic feedbacks, feeling high and blissful, somatic reprogramming, etc. It may be called the rapture circuit. When this circuit is activated, a non-conceptual feeling of well-being arises. Perceptions are judged not so much for their meaning and utility, but for their aesthetic qualities. Experience of this circuit often accompanies an hedonistic turn-on, a rapturous amusement, a detachment from the previously compulsive mechanism of the first four circuits.
This circuit is concerned with re-imprinting and re-programming all earlier circuits and the relativity of “realities” perceived. This circuit consists of the nervous system becoming aware of itself.
This circuit is the connection of the individual’s mind to the whole sweep of evolution and life as a whole. It is the part of consciousness that echoes the experiences of the previous generations that have brought the individual’s brain-mind to its present level.
The eighth circuit is concerned with quantum consciousness, non-local awareness (information from beyond ordinary space-time awareness which is limited by the speed of light), illumination.


