Thursday, July 29, 2010


I carry notebooks around with me. They all contain the same mix of material: drawings, drafts of prose pieces, and "morning pages" or m.p.'s consisting of general logorrhea. Lately I've felt that it's time to stop writing in notebooks so often. My opinion right now is that they've become too precious; I've been blind to the fact that they are inferior to the polished thing -- the story or essay or whatever else (panel cartoon, WHFR show). I tend to hoard them once they are done and there are really a lot of them clogging up the shelves by now, all full of frivolousness.

Still, now and then I'll look back on one and get inspired. Here is a bit from the one I've had for the past year, which I'm now almost at the end of.

Monday, July 26, 2010


Beginning in mid-August, I'm going to be leading some talks on literature and craft at Jersey City Art School. If you're a reader of this blog who lives in the NYC/NJ area, and have a couple of hours free on Monday nights, it would mean a LOT to me if you'd come out. This will be great fun! Hit me up for more details, or just watch various places on the internet as the time draws nearer. (Talkin' 'bout like FB, Twitter, here, and I suppose that's it.)

Last week I had a semisurprise visit from two of my great friends, KG and SS. Impressed by the sort of old-fashioned look of the living room, which has the desk as its central focal point, Sarah said, "If this was my desk, I'd feel like I was Thomas Jefferson writing the Constitution." We all snickered. But so be it.



Wednesday, July 21, 2010


Sorry for the lateness.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

BPGOIT To Follow In Like 12 Hours Or So

I'm sitting at my desk at work right now and am suddenly like, FUCK, I forgot to draw a Bipolar Glass of Iced Tea cartoon yesterday. SHIT. This is the WORST.

So, there will be one tomorrow. Get pumped.


Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Just got off the phone with Jenny, a lady who lives in my parents' old building on the Upper West Side. When I was a teenager I babysat for her now-grown daughter, and these days I walk her dog once a week.

The last time I came to her place, the note she'd left me read, "Don't be alarmed by the bird in the box!" Yes -- when I looked around I found a shoebox with a little bird inside it, a young blue jay that wasn't blue yet. Jenny is, like, an amazingly tenderhearted person and I guess she "rescued" the bird because she thought it was hurt. This was on one of those days last week that was dangerously hot, too.

So I asked her about it today: "How's the bird doing?" "Oh!" she cried. "It went back to its mom!" Apparently the bird experts she contacted (these people do exist in the city; they're the ones who hunt for lost parrots and all that) told her to just set it free again in the same place where she found it. She was all scared that it would be abandoned, because she had already touched it.

Know this! The notion that birds won't take back their young after humans touch them is a myth!

So, yeah, Jenny put the little blue jay back under the tree where she found it; it flopped around; after five minutes or so the mother blue jay came along and checked on it. And it looked like they made plans to just go back to the nest in a minute after the baby had finished flying practice for the day. Its two-night stay at Jenny's animal hotel had left it none the worse for wear.

Urban wildlife buffs, I hope you have found this story adorable. I did.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Ideas That Are Happening

35-ISH DUDE IN BAR LAST EVENING (to Yorkshire Terrier running around on the floor): Hey, come here, Jameson! Jameson! Come on, get over here!
60-ISH DUDE, THE OTHER ONE'S FATHER: Ahh leave him alone, he's drunk.


Oh hey, I have been blogging some for WFMU's Beware of the Blog. It's fun times and if you'd like to look at the posts they are easy to find on the site. Go to and click under "Categories" on the left where it says Amanda Nazario's Posts.

I'm also working on some essays and things which are hard to talk about here because they're not finished. They're good, don't worry.

It's high summer now, and cool, emotionally volatile refreshments are on everyone's mind. What perfecter time, then, for the Bipolar Glass of Iced Tea's triumphal return to these blog pages? I ASK YOU!

Jameson, get over here.

Monday, July 5, 2010

I Should Also Mention That I'm Now Moved Into My New Apartment

Exactly one year ago, I wrote/drew this EXTREMELY SAPPY cartoon essay. Today seems like the perfect day to share it with all of you. Hope you enjoy. (You can click on each image to enlarge it.)

Oh yes! Please know too that the BPGOIT will be returning next week for his regular Monday engagement. I have the use of my scanner again is why.