CAJ in TNY: melodramatic musicians!
Posted in CAJ in TNY on Tuesday, Sep. 15, 2009Click on the image to go to The New Yorker.
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(Or if by any chance you’d like to buy it (or a print of it), click here instead.)

This is my cartoon in this week’s “style issue” of The New Yorker! Click on it to go to the online magazine, and see it and others by my esteemed colleagues.

My latest cartoon in The New Yorker, based, again, on a true story. I was late for a job due to stubbornly remaining at my table in Bryant Park while a couple of dingdongs tried to stare me away. Totally worth it, since this cartoon came of it. And my client didn’t notice I was late, anyway. And I got to use the word “dingdong.”
I was sure my mother would think I was making some jibe about her, so I did my best to make these people look like nobody in our family! But of course, it is a jibe about her! Hahahahahah! Just kidding. It’s a jibe about every woman’s mother, because nobody is special enough to think this is directed at any one particular mother, sorry! Or maybe, lucky you, everybody!
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I’ve been saying that for months! (My friends know that only too well, alas!)
I have been inactive for the last weeks due to preparing to move, and then moving, and then unpacking, all of which takes way more time than anyone would reasonably think! And now I’m doing my taxes, so I’ll be scarce at least a week longer. But here’s my latest cartoon in The New Yorker—which I almost didn’t know about, since my New Yorker hasn’t been forwarded to my new address yet, and I hadn’t seen the magazine. Thanks to my friends for letting me know!
I think there’s also an ad for The Bubble Lounge with an illustration by me, too. If anyone sees it, let me know!
Based on a true story, I did this cartoon hoping there would one day be a New Yorker “Sex Issue,” never imagining it would be bought, but always dreaming it would be published!
Above is how time flies for me. I did this doodle this morning while drinking my coffee. Suddenly I realized it was time to run to my day job! Thus, “time” and “carrots.”
As far as cartoons go, here’s my latest in The New Yorker:

And here’s my debut on 23/6, the Huffington Post’s comic relief site, with a musing on President Bush and the Shoe Incident.
When I sell a cartoon, or see one published, I like to put up my rejects for good measure! So, first, here’s a link to my latest cartoons to appear in The New Yorker, this week a Halloween-themed one, and earlier, a childhood/artist-themed one. If that’s not enough, here’s a IQ-test game called “I don’t get it” from the Cartoon Issue, in which one of my old cartoons makes an appearance!
Now to the rejects!
I tried to come up with some images for The Bubble Lounge, one of my illustration clients, because I didn’t like the photo they asked me to use for a champagne delivery promo I was working on for them, but both my ideas were rejected!
Oh well! Here they are:
This one was inspired by a Japanese delivery truck logo I once saw in Tokyo.

And this one just popped into my head, inspired by a Le Monde graphic for newspaper delivery used in their subscription ads:

If you have a sharp eye, you may already have noticed the link in the sidebar pointing to the Cartoon Lounge, the cartoonist’s blog on The New Yorker’s website. If not, surprise!
This is a cartoon I sent in for the “Worst things about summer” post, which is in excellent company with fellow cartoonist’s illustrations of the worst of summer. I was really glad to send it in, because only the day before found me riding the subway with a friend when a fellow commuter rose to debark, and I felt impelled by some premonition of discovery to look down at his seat to the left of me, whereupon I noticed he had left behind the surprisingly well-defined outline, in microscopic moisture droplets clinging to the orange plastic seat, of his buttocks.
“Look! Butt-condensation!” I said to my friend. Who ignored me. “Look!”, I repeated, generously forgiving him for ignoring me, “Butt condensation!” My friend barely turned halfway around to me and said, “Only you would notice that.” Oh yeah? Well, now maybe a few other people will notice it too, and have a name for it! I can’t wait till I hear someone else pronounce the glorious words, “butt condensation.” It’ll make me so proud.
I sympathize with Evan Forsch, whose main complaint about summer is that he can’t wear his home-made goose down vest, but I beg to disagree: he could wear it. It would just be unbearably hot. Me, I have the opposite problem (see photo to the left): I have to wear parkas all summer (for my day job), and it’s no fun but it pays well. For desperate moments I have one of these.
BTW - thanks to Zach Kanin for perpetuating the stereotype that portrays us cartoonists as always drunk. It’s bad enough people think all we do is sleep all day when we’re not drawing or drinking. Now I’ll never be able to convince people that my flask is only filled with water. (It really is only filled with water. I mean it.) Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go back to bed.
I won’t be exactly roughing it, as the slogan goes. But I’ll be working!
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I had forgotten about this till now, when I got to the last page of my magazine this week, but here you go—my TNY Cartoon Caption Contest appearance, with the winning caption by Mr. Phelps (not related to the Mr. Phelps of “Good morning, Mr. Phelps, your mission, if you decide to take it…”): “I’ll walk, you shovel.”
This cartoon, which appears in this week’s TNY, is inspired by my own total incompetence in the realm of time management.

(The signs say: “Employees must wash hands,” and “Non-employees really ought to wash their hands, too.”
This article in Reuters is what made me think of this old cartoon. And all I can say is, yuck!
(Funny how I got tired of kissing people on both cheeks in France and decided I’d only shake hands! Now I think I’ll simply salute people.)
That’s my subway/style cartoon in this TNY “Style Issue.” Today is night before deadline for all TNY cartoonists, so that’s all I have to say for now! Back to work!

(This cartoon was published in The New Yorker this week. Click on the image to go to the cartoonbank.)
So true. Don’t be sad! It’s gonna happen to the best of us!
That’s what a friend says I should call my as yet unwritten modelling autobiography.
This cartoon appears in this week’s TNY. Apparently it has the honor of being the first cartoon in the issue, which I’m extremely pleased about. I’m not sure why, though—this is due to the fact that I haven’t received my TNY for the last two weeks. Ahem! Is it in keeping with the theme of the magazine this week? I can’t say yet. I’ll know tomorrow!
I started this cartoon with the majestic image of the multi-antlered buck in the background. I felt compelled to come up with a cartoon for him, and this is what came of that compulsion. As you can see, I’ve resisted the urge to put in a lot more shading, which often gets me accused of getting “muddy.” No more mud.
I kind of miss the mud. Perhaps someday I will figure out a way to bring it back without incurring any wrath or distaste. In the meantime, as I come up with my new, and improved not-so-muddy-but-not-TOO-darn-unmuddy style, I am happy to demonstrate an unsuspected ability to “adapt” and “work with others.”
Now, back to work on other cartoons! Till later!

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At 4 a.m. one of the things you can do is come up with one sellable cartoon, and one unsellable one. This week’s TNY has a cartoon I sold in one version, that was rejected in another. Above is the sold version. Below is the unsellable version. Both were perfect expressions of my ironic feelings about what you have to face on TV at 4 a.m., however.
The unsold version, which, besides being a little more depressing, is also a little “muddier” than the above, since it’s the “rough”:

(Cartoon: carolita johnson. Click on the image for newyorker.com cartoon coverage. To see the image on Cartoonbank.com, a link will be posted as soon as it exists!)
I’ve always wanted to do an Easter Rabbit cartoon as well as a Thanksgiving one, and here is the fruit of my labours! (I may yet post a photo of my crucified Easter Bunny on Sunday. TK.) And yes, this cartoon was rejected in another version once before, where the turkey was smoking crack in front of a brownstone stoop littered with beer cans and hypodermic needles.
PS - for my non-american readers who may not be aware of the custom, the tradition is that just before Thanksgiving, the President of the United States (the Leader of the Free World, as they say), pardons a turkey. That is, this pardoned turkey will be spared from becoming someone’s dinner, and basically “retire” from the food chain.) Other pardoned turkeys include President Nixon.

(Click on the image for the cartoonbank’s page.)
I was pretty surprised to see this week’s “new arrivals” already up on a Monday! Snappy work, Trevor!
About the inspiration: it seems whenever I do a cowboy cartoon, I start out with an image (usually based on a movie, since that’s where I get my cowboys—this one was came from a John Wayne movie), that looks good till I do something to ruin it, like give the curtains a ridiculous polka-dot pattern, and then one of the cowboys gets sassy with me thus providing the caption. I like it when that happens.
The printed version is a lot less contrasty in the shading, by the way, and looks a lot smoother.

(In this week’s The New Yorker magazine, click on the image to reach the cartoonbank.)
I don’t even know when I came up with this one, it just sort of came out under my pen without me thinking about it. I’m one of those people who will say to you, if you are sitting in my window seat, even if you are pretending to be asleep, “Excuse me, you are in my seat!” And when you say, “Oh, what does it matter?”, I will say in a no-nonsense, take no prisoners tone of voice, “I went to a lot of trouble to get that seat, and it matters to me, thank you.” There will be no blushing on my part, either. I will not be shamed out of my seat, no matter how long you take to grudgefully gather your belongings and move to your assigned seat.
So, watch it.
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