Slate has a weeklong "Diary" column by illustrator Marcellus Hall that is one of the best I've read. As illustrators go, I like the work of Christopher Silas Neal in particular. And, the New York Times ran a piece this past weekend on the new breed of cartoonists at the New Yorker. Noted:
Carolita Johnson, 39, who has had four cartoons published, returned to New York recently after 15 years in Paris, where she was a model and studied medieval literature. (Her specialty was the hysterical visions of medieval nuns.)
And also, Egon is a terrific clearinghouse for graphic novel and comic-related happenings and news. Of course, this entry would be incomplete without mention of the fabulous stylings of Flower Frankenstein, and her wild, wonderful world:
\ ok-to-pg\ v: 1. The feeling of not being included or liked in a social situation. Ex. “I could hear people whispering ‘Octopug’ when I walked into the party without wearing black.” 2. n. A person who throws out negative vibes like daggers going out of style. Ex. “Octopug. Can you believe the service here?” 3. A half octopus half dog who is an out of work actor and drives Kiki Glitter’s car. (Kiki Glitter is BikiniKat’s younger sister from Hollywood.)
If you're thinking of sketching your own wry observations of the examined life, Clairefontaine notebooks are the best.