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Coming up on March 24: A Rrose in a Prose: MAH! March 2, 2013

After taking a hiatus in February due to Zine Fest and utter exhaustion, we’re back with a vengeance for March.

March 24, we’re bringing a huge crew of awesome authors, poets, essays, and artists of the printed page, including graphic novelist/comic book genius Tom Neely, of The BlotThe Wolf, and of course, the famed fan-fiction erotica Henry & Glenn Forever.

We’re also having a poem/performance from Ian MacKinnon! If you haven’t heard him or heard of him (e.g. from Ian MacKinnon’s Gay Hist-Orgy), then you must not have eyes or ears.

And don’t forget Allison Anders, who will be reading from her tumblr blog about owning Greta Garbo’s record collection.

And we’ve got Flannery Lunsford from Allison and Kurt Voss’ film Strutter, and a return visit from Justin Maurer, author of Seventeen Television (and, oh, like about a thousand awesome bands including Maniac, Clorox Girls, and L.A. Drugz). Don’t miss this one!

A Rrose in a Prose: MAH!

 

Stricken Pot Pie March 11, 2009

Filed under: Comics — orangehairboy @ 4:20 pm

Haven’t posted on this thing in a while… I’ve been too busy at my day-job, where I clean and gut chickens for a living. Just kidding! It’s not much of a living.

Anyway, I found this website today from a link on Crooks and Liars. All I can say is, wow. Great idea, beautifully implemented. And funny to boot.

 

California wins lawsuit against Airborne December 16, 2008

Filed under: Art,Comics,LAist,Other Stuff,Politics,Soda Pop — orangehairboy @ 7:29 pm

My buddy Greg has been saying this for years–a medicine “created by a school teacher” is not something to brag about and is no substitution for drugs crafted through the rigorous application of the scientific method. 

And now Airborne just lost their case with the State of California, and is going to have to significantly change their marketing strategy as well as their formula.  That’s a good thing, since not only is it not good for colds, but they know damned well that it’s not, and in fact, its potent dose of vitamins endanger the health of women and children:

Even after studies, Airborne knew that major ingredients in their products–Vitamin C, Vitamin E, Selenium, and Zinc–did not prevent colds. They continued to market their product as a cold remedy, says the Attorney General’s office. Even worse, they say, is that Airborne’s dosage of Vitamin A is 5,000 international units and when taken as recommended, one would consume 15,000. That’s a “potential health risk to vulnerable populations including children and pregnant women.”

No word on how Lloyd Dangle, the artist behind those scary germs on the Airborne packaging, is taking this.  I wonder if all the knock-offs of Airborne he so humorously dug into a couple years back will be getting similar legal treatment.

 

Radovan Karadzic arrested July 22, 2008

Filed under: Celebrities,Christmas,Comics,Other Stuff,Politics — orangehairboy @ 6:58 pm

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Radovan Karadzic, the Bosnian Serb president from 1992-1995, the ”Butcher of Bosnia” (not sure who coined that nickname–maybe me?), has been captured and will be “transferred to the Hague in ‘due course.’“ 

When I see this guy, I can’t help but think of Joe Sacco’s book War’s End, his graphic novel about the war in the former Yugoslavia.  There’s a chapter where Sacco and some NPR friends actually met the man, before an Orthodox Christmas service in Pale, Bosnia, in 1996.  Since then, Karadzic has been hiding, mostly in plain sight, growing a big bushy beard (hey, it worked for Saddam, for a while), and basically walking around like a free man, until his capture in Serbia within the last 24 hours or so.

It’s creepy to me how a former psychiatrist, a man who knows madness and knows the common humanity in all our minds, could become a nationalist murderer.  Maybe a man dedicated to a cause and removed from the practice of actually delivering on that cause can shield his conscience from the reality of his actions.  Maybe it’s similar to how a man who enjoys child porn can ignore the monstrosity behind the images he’s seeing, fooling himself that he’s not responsible for the rape of a child in the same way as the men who actually physically did it and documented it for his amusement.

It’s hard for me to really fathom a man like Karadzic, much less describe him, so I’ll let Joe Sacco do the work for me:

During the service, I kept looking over at him waiting for something to sink in, but it never does… not the rapes, not the concentration camps, not the “cleansing,” not the throats slit and the bodies dropped into the Drina, not the prisoners machine-gunned in their thousands and dumped into mass graves, nor the boggling amount of other corpses and crimes that lie at this man’s feet…

So I start again… I focus on something specific… what he said early in ’94 during one of modern memory’s most notorious sieges and bombardments of a civilian population center, Sarajevo, his adopted city… “Sarajevans will not be counting the dead,” he ‘d said.  “They will be counting the living.” 

 

More Marjane January 29, 2008

Filed under: Comics,Movies,Television — orangehairboy @ 8:40 pm

Marjane Satrapi was on Colbert last night.  It reminded me that I really need to see the movie adaptation of Persepolis.  The comics were amazing, and the clip of the movie they showed on Colbert was a scene of middle school girls breaking the law by bringing Bee Gees and ABBA singles to school to show off to their friends–different music than I would have picked as a kid, but basically the same kind of thing my friends and I did at Catholic school with our Faith No More and Dangerous Toys cassettes.  Boy, can I relate.  And I think that’s her point.

 

Persepolis and Persepolis 2 January 22, 2008

Filed under: Books,Comics — orangehairboy @ 7:29 pm

After seeing the trailer for the upcoming movie version of Persepolis over the holidays, I knew I had to read these graphic novels quickly, before the movie came out and could affect the voices of the characters in my mind as I read it.  Using my newly renewed library card, I checked out both volumes and devoured them over the holiday weekend.

It’s the pictorial autobiography of the author, Marjane Satrapi, as a little girl, then a young woman, growing up during the fall of the Shah in Iran and the fundamentalist revolution that followed.  After years of brutal war with Iraq and increasingly restrictive treatment of people who just wanted to have parties, listen to Iron Maiden cassettes, play chess, or even let a few wisps of hair hang out of their veil, her parents eventually send her abroad to relative safety and schooling in Vienna.  There, she has a normal Western adolescence, hanging out with the cool outsider kids, doing too many drugs, and making some botched stabs at romance, all the while undergoing prejudice and shame for being where she is, knowing where she’s from.

I found it very moving, and very enlightening.  She portrayed Iranians as primarily fun-loving, caring souls who lived radically different lives behind closed doors than they did in public.  I can’t imagine what it would be like, living in a world where my friends and I wear punk rock clothes and have parties every night, yet could risk a savage beating just for wearing nail polish or walking down the street with a person of the opposite sex.  The image we’ve gotten for years of these people, of Islamic fanatics who would burn the American flag and throw rocks at Jews, just doesn’t jibe with this first-hand account of someone who has lived through it all.  And though it’s a story filled with lots of pain, the overall theme here is one of individualism shining through even the darkest repression.

As for the art–it kind of reflects that theme of dark repression by using blocky black, almost like wood-cut art, as the only hue and shading for the streets and buildings and clothes (especially the veiled women) of the people who inhabit her stories.  Yet the shapes of her characters are decidedly light, even feminine in their countours.  In many places in the first novel, what with its schoolgirls and rounded faces, it reminds me of what Madeleine might have looked like if illustrated by Der Brucke.  And in the second novel, especially as Satrapi cultivates her own “lost weekend” in Europe, it reminds me a whole helluva lot of Joe Sacco’s depictions of European hipsters (and 80′s paisley underground garage rockes such as the Miracle Workers) in his early works.

So yeah, for the art, the story, and because we all need to remind ourselves why we should NOT declare war on Iran, please read these books. 

 

The Plain Janes December 18, 2007

Filed under: Comics — orangehairboy @ 2:12 am

I couldn’t sleep last night (I was stressing about deadlines at work, and I couldn’t stop thinking about poor Stubby), so I got up and read the graphic novel I’m giving my niece for Christmas.

The Plain Janes

I’m really glad I did, and I’m really glad that I bought this for her.  The Plain Janes, written by Cecil Castellucci with art by Jim Rugg, is just the book for a young girl on the cusp of entering high school (at least, I assume so, since I’ve never been one myself).  It’s about four girls who band together to make art in the face of adversity, and unlike the typical Babysitter’s Club teen fare, this is written from a very grown-up perspective.  There are real dangers, and mixed-up emotions, and make-out sessions, and gay dudes at school.  Plus there are moments of magic and beauty that ring so true to anyone who was awake and alert during their high school years.

The protagonist is a girl whose parents move her away from the big city to a suburb, after an urban terrorist attack knocks her flat outside a cafe.  While face down on the ground, tears streaming from her eyes as people rush past her to escape the carnage, she notices a dandelion in the sidewalk and realizes that beauty can be found even in the most terrible of circumstances (and no, not in a hackneyed “American Beauty” plastic bag way), and that it can be a motivating factor for change.  The struggle for art’s ideal purpose (is it to inspire? to rile? to enliven? to beautify? to terrorize?) then goes on to permeate the rest of the novel and Jane’s life, as she uses her involvement with this struggle to make friends and win over hearts in what becomes an increasingly interesting suburban life for them all.

Some critics have chided Castellucci for the wooden archetypes assigned to some of her characters: the sporty jock, the science club geek, the draconian cop-dad who equates performance art with terrorism.  But you remember when you were that age?  You didn’t see the side of teachers that worked hard for little pay!  You only saw the strict task-master who gave you homework and sent you to the principal’s office.  The world of the young person is one of a quest for freedom that’s constantly impeded by a fiendish alliance of adult disciplinarians, who won’t let you stay out at night, kiss people behind the bleachers, or go to the big city with your friends.  And aside from your bestest best friends, you probably do dismiss other kids as band geeks, jocks, nerds, metal-geeks, gangsta wanna-bes, stoners, goths… the list goes on.  If anything, Castellucci gives her heroine (and us) more insight into the nuances of others than a typical self-absorbed teen would have.

And if the characters are not fully fleshed out in the writing, Jim Rugg’s artwork goes a long way to enlivening them and giving them a vibrancy.  This is damned good art!  Every panel is clean pen-and-ink, with great perspectives and close-ups and character.   It reminds me a lot of the Hernandez brothers.

My only regret in this book really, is that the one gay kid in their school is so… gay.  I know that having a gay kid who hates traditional gay culture and listens only to Slipknot or something would in itself be a construct, but I really don’t want my niece (who lives in Oklahoma and is surrounded by right-wing homophobes and religious bigots) to read this and think all gay kids want to throw glitter around and be fey.  Nonetheless, having a gay character who’s brave enough to risk suspension from school and even arrest to help these girls hopefully will be a positive lesson for her, perhaps in the same way that seeing Herge’s caricatures of Incans when I was a kid nonetheless made me fascinated and respectful of Incan culture.

I dunno… this world is full of crap culture forcing, nay, demanding that kids listen to fucking Hilary Duff and go shopping.  I want to show my niece that there’s an alternative, and that being creative and choosing to sit with the nerdy kids instead of the cool kids can be a wonderful, transformative experience.  I think this book can be one little tug in the right direction for her.

P.S. This comic does one more thing that all teen-friendly art should do, which is give them some leads to pursue on their own.  Fer example, there’s a part of the book where the sciency Jane tells them a long list of all the famous Janes in history, from Jane Austen to Jeanne D’Arc to Jane’s Addiction to Jane Wiedlin!  If my niece is a good teenager, she’ll go rushing to google or the library to check out just who the hell all these references are, and then, boom, my plans to convert her will be too late for her mother to stop!

 

 
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