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That time I somehow got access to a presidential press conference between President Pinera and President Kirchner by breaking out my camera and kept shooting relentlessly. I miss Chile!

So my friends Shanan and Sara - old souls like me - introduced me to Roz Chast last night. We got a chance to hear Roz speak at the Nourse Theater about growing up in Brooklyn and the creative process. I recognized her work from the New Yorker cartoons, but I never realized who the person was behind the wonderfully neurotic images with the exquisite New York sensibility.
She has a new book of cartoons out that deals with parents dying and how to even talk about something like that (something that’s dim for me but coming into hazy focus). The book is insane and poignant and wonderful. I’ll be picking up a copy.I won’t really read it until I’m ready. I’ll probably just stare at the cover for a while. I’ll be picking up her other books too.
Also, it was weird to walk through the increasingly bro-tastic Hayes Valley (dudes were raising the ceiling on the sidewalk outside swanky bars) and into the zany historic Nourse Theater. On our walk to the theater, I overheard the couple behind us remarking “This is while real San Franciscans are starting to hate the city…” as we edged our way through the beer garden/boutique/cocktail crowd.

So my friends Shanan and Sara - old souls like me - introduced me to Roz Chast last night. We got a chance to hear Roz speak at the Nourse Theater about growing up in Brooklyn and the creative process. I recognized her work from the New Yorker cartoons, but I never realized who the person was behind the wonderfully neurotic images with the exquisite New York sensibility.

She has a new book of cartoons out that deals with parents dying and how to even talk about something like that (something that’s dim for me but coming into hazy focus). The book is insane and poignant and wonderful. I’ll be picking up a copy.I won’t really read it until I’m ready. I’ll probably just stare at the cover for a while. I’ll be picking up her other books too.

Also, it was weird to walk through the increasingly bro-tastic Hayes Valley (dudes were raising the ceiling on the sidewalk outside swanky bars) and into the zany historic Nourse Theater. On our walk to the theater, I overheard the couple behind us remarking “This is while real San Franciscans are starting to hate the city…” as we edged our way through the beer garden/boutique/cocktail crowd.