3 September 2006
My husband's name is Tim Kreider. He proudly shared his New York Times article with his parents last week.
I found out about you because I am running for the Ohio State Senate and I am occasionally asked about the potential impact of my husbands political cartoons on my race.
Well, at least he doesn't share his name with as many people as I do!
Check out my unorthodox campaign commercial . . .
5 September 2006
It's written from Charon's point of view, and reminds me of 'The Sorrows of Pluto'.
Plus the artist has done a wonderful folky version of 'Baby Got Back.' What's not to love?
Stacy in Austin
6 September 2006
Hi Ms. Czochula-Hautpänz (and Mr. Kreider),
I'm not a groupie. In fact, I'm not even a woman. Or a man trying to be a woman. I am simply an astronomy grad student from New Jersey now living in Seattle for the past 4 years.
A few years ago, The Stranger (I think) ran a comic by Tim titled "An East Coast Snob in Seattle". Well, it fuckin killed me...especially the one about the check and the cashier. Anyway, my dumbass officemate tore down my copy of it when he was moving his skis (very seattle) and now its ruined.
Is there anyway I could get a copy of it? A file would be great, but whatever is the easiest for you.
6 September 2006
Mm. Hautpanz and Mr. Kreider,
I catch up on your website after the holiday from summer. I do not know through Joe Lieberman, but am with Pluton, trusted. I think that that the planet to lose is domb. Personally my Uranus choose for favor, for all the mocking that it sees.
12 September 2006
I write with the hope that some of what I say will reach the ear of Mr. Krieder, about whom I have become increasingly concerned over the past few months.
A note of despondency seems to have crept into Mr. Krieder's visual work of late, coupled with a dramatic improvement in his writing (as evidenced in his artist's statements.) Taken together, in my experience, this tends to reflect a certain malaise taking hold in a person's life.
Frankly, I don't expect the words of a complete stranger will provide any sort of consolation. Nonetheless, if you could let Mr Kreider know that his strip is a crucial part of the media mix I allow to inform me of what's going on in the world (I can barely stomach politicians here in Australia, and need my global political news tempered with humour and cynicism.) I also find it funny as fuck, and think his style is very cool, as do the several people I have shown it to.
If you would indulge me, I'd like to make a couple of suggestions. Should any of these strike a chord with you Ms. Hautpanz, I hope you will relay them faithfully to Mr. Krieder.
I think Mr Krieder should develop his obvious flair for the written word. Perhaps he should unfetter it and allow it to run free without having to support the subtle balance of humour and bitterness that characterizes his cartoons; some sort of blog might be the go.
Regarding his cartoons, the ones Mr. Krieder seems to most enjoy himself, and therefore the ones that are most enjoyable, are those in which one of his mates have had a hand. More of this type of collaboration will not only reduce the burden Mr. Krieder feels about needing to be creative on a deadline, it infers more time spent with mates, which is in itself a good thing.
Thirdly Ms. Hautpanz, and I do appreciate you coming this far, I suggest Mr. Krieder embark on the challenge of a graphic novel. This would allow him to explore his art more fully and distract him in the medium to long term, away from subject matter he appears to find infuriating. Something from H. P Lovecraft's body of work would seem apt.
I do hope that one or all of these suggestions may be of use in bringing a positive change in Mr. Krieder's apparent state of mind, and subsequently reduce the strain on you and his feline companion.
James P. Harvey.
12 September 2006
Thank you for your reply to my email regarding the removal of planet status from Pluto.
Please accept my apology for the mocking tone. Although this was aimed at the argument rather than Mr Kreider, it was uncalled for and rude.
Now a little discussion. I hope you do not find this too tiresome and I would welcome any comment, however contrary.
I stand by my belief that Pluto should never have been dubbed a planet. However, since forming this opinion many years ago, I have found such arbitrary definitions to have little real meaning; merely convenient labels imposed by humanity. For the most part these labels actually help, but they ultimately feed a false model of the universe comprising discreet objects. In advanced physics, indeed in other sciences, while it is still useful to define, it is essential to remember the definition is an artificial device, not a property of natural phenomena.
When specifically discussing the vast number and variety of objects orbiting the Sun, if we must distinguish these bodies at all, there are criteria of at least as much relevance as diameter. We could consider the presence of atmosphere (reasonably defined as a gaseous retention of greater density than the "loose" particles in interplanetary space), gravity, presence of satellites, behaviour (Bad planet!) Indeed one of Pluto's "failings" is its eccentric orbit.
Labelling such as this falls into the realm of what eminent evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins calls "the curse of the discontinuous mind". By this he means the human need to delineate physical and philosophical boundaries where, in truth, there are none. An example he cites from his own field of expertise is the fact that we feel compelled to clearly define species while the organisms themselves defy such straightforward definition. Dawkins is an independent thinker and an excellent scientist. I thoroughly recommend his books.
Please pass my best wishes to Mr Kreider. Like many thinking people out here, I value his perceptive and incisive observations.
Thank you and, once again, I apologise for my first email.
P.S. At the risk of alienating Mr Kreider further, I must just say... I LOVE Waminals!
13 September 2006
Hi, a friend linked me to a few cartoons about Reagan and I like your work. I have a few songs I think you would like. they are both on myspace.com/jaikwillis one is called Checks & Balances and the other is called "The Gipper" written the day they threw his corpse in the hole. I played it that night in a town out by his IL home.
19 September 2006
Screw Tim Kreider... oh, wait, bad choice of words in this case...
The heck with Tim Kreider! I want to be a Hautpanz groupie.
Now, the way I see it, if Ms. Hautpanz screens Mr. Kreider's groupies, then logically Mr. Krieder must be screening Ms. Hautpanz's groupies.
And given that Mr. Krieder has absolutely no discernment in the area of what-makes-men-attractive-to-women (as evidenced by his appearance and line of work), then he is more likely than, well, than any woman would be to allow me to pass the test. ESPECIALLY when certain single-malt inducements are exchanged...
And during this period while Mr. Kreider is cogitating and I am preening and primping myself for Ms. Hautpanz entertainment, I might, on the sly, ask Mr. Kreider when the HECK he's going to get back to producing the wise and wily comic action which brings a feeble glimmer of life to the necrotic darkness of my workday and incidentally a terminus to my endless, endless run-on sentences.
So, Ms. Hautpanz, prepare to be UNDERWHELMED, and please slip my application to Mr. Kreider at your earliest convenience... for only your hotness can make me shine!
22 September 2006
Dear Ms H
Delighted to see that as I always suspected, T's break was a beginning not an ending. One senses in this week's artist's statement a commitment to be a friend to the righteous and foe of the wicked by being more than a cartoonist (and thus not to care about the bloody New Yorker, Amazon sales, et alia) and thus fulfilling his true greatness. (NB that's 'more than' not 'something else instead of' and I hope it stays that way.)
Whenever I read one of his laments and rages that his work was not breaking through as hoped, I always thought 'but you've a body of work which shows your true colours and true worth-- one that any of your contemporaries (and I don't just mean cartoonists, I mean all those who create for a living) would or ought to be deeply jealous of-- and you didn't create it to ride out some random wave of pop- or sub-culture adulation, you just got on with it. Now turn those energies to other channels and you will do large things, my friend-that-I-don't-actually-know.'
So tell him good luck and godspeed.
Chris Coleridge (Jessica M's brother)
27 September 2006
I spend most of my life living in Fort Erie Canada, just across the river from Buffalo NY. I get a lot of crap from the local canucks about the "Worst President Ever", even though i calmly explain that HEY, I voted for the other guy in both elections, campaigned for the democrats, raised money, ran coffee and pretty much would have been willing to sell my soul to not let that ivy-league dicklicker get elected. Doesn't matter, I say I'm an American, and wham, they start asking me if I was one of the torturers in abu Ghraib. As you brilliantly pointed out in "George W. Bush: International Cock-Block", that's the situation I'm in. It sucks.
So what I would like to do is use your image of the smarmy asshole bush in "Nixon vs. Bush" (Just the Bush part of the image) and put it on a t-shirt that says, in big font, "I'M NOT WITH STUPID". I've got about ten friends here who want them, so the total run would be about fifteen. I'm only charging cost so it's not a money-making adventure, except for the dude at the t-shirt shop. I'd be happy to send a few your was gratis in payment for letting me use the image. It really is a great image, you caught that evil condescending smirk thing he does perfectly. I stay in Canada as much as I can, at least until the occupation is over. Got lots of beer, great food, great movies, and opiate painkillers are available over the counter! I have a wonderful cottage on the beach with a guest cottage to boot, so if your ever in the neighborhood, drop by. Bring friends. Oh I'm also an amateur fireworks maker, so on some nights if the beer and single malt are doing their jobs, occasionally I have a bit of fun. For the record, in my lifetime of messing with fireworks, I have never harmed another person, although I did burn half my hair off once. Man, In that case the punishment wasn't the pain, it was having to smell burnt hair for the next three days.
But I digress. . . can I use your awesome smirky image of Dubya in an attempt to overcome his international cock-block? as well as scorn just for being American? That twat took my birthright to be a proud member of a justly determined "beacon of hope" democracy. And he did it in less than 6 years. This will not stand man.
BTW Don't give up hope, I have been building a monumental fireworks display destined to go off the second that cum-stain leaves office, hopefully in handcuffs. Chances are real good that I'll burn my hair off that night too, but god, it'll probably feel cleansing.
Whatever your decision, You are a truly talented artist and deeply funny man. Keep up the good work, and monsters are cool too. We all need a break from the insane bullshit they expect us to swallow. Hang in there, You feel the most uncertain just when get control of that amok elephant. Now settle in and ride the shit out of that fucker.
28 September 2006
Tell him please that Andorra is nothing wanted, to visit. I tried once, but the bicycle on the streets is not possible. I brought at my stay a souvenir comb that said Port Bu that hopefully is a more hosting place.
I hope now that on the caricatures I am caught up. The timing is complicated must be made so? I understand now that he again draws. I hope that this good news for him is as the readers, as I.
Excuse please my bad English as always.