I was one of those kids that never carried an umbrella. That practice continues to this day. I just don’t like carrying them around and I know I’ll leave it where ever I needed it to get not-so-drenched.
That was a terrible sentence, but I’ll just leave that there like a literary litterbug.
Such is life.
Last night I got a chance to go to a screening of “Making it Up as I Go Along” a 35 minute documentary on Larry Hama. Its a great doc and well worth the view so click the link above. He’s a raconteur and has lived a wildly colorful life to back that up. I’ve been lucky enough to share some page space with Larry by working on the Secret Identities: Shattered book and have gotten to meet him a bunch at various functions and he’s very much the guy on the screen. Unassuming, thoughtful, deliberate and has that thing that either comes with age or with a keen sense of stage craft. That ability to be quiet and still to draw people in to what you’re saying or about to do and then pay it off with great stories. Unlike myself who’ll be loud then silent then start a story that goes nowhere until something shiny catches my eye and I wander off thankful for a graceless exit.
Don’t be jealous. That can’t be taught.
But I digress.
The screening was followed up by a quick Q&A with Keith Chow, an editor on the Secret Identities books and the founder and editor-in-chief of The Nerds of Colors site. Go check that out for some insightful reviews and really well thought out perspectives on the role of people of color in pop culture. There’s far too much talent and intelligence at that site to not share.
Watch the doc and ask yourself what’s your heroin?
Please don’t let it be heroin!
Growing up there was a whole lot of construction in my neighborhood and not a lot of parental supervision. I’ve sat in and climbed all over more construction vehicles and concrete pipes than a person who’s never had to wear an orange vest should be able to claim. Also abandoned houses and apartment complexes were playgrounds for infinite exploration and epic games of hide and seek. As an adult I shudder to think of all the danger and harm that could have wrapped itself around us, but it makes for interesting memories at the very least.
The kids are out of their time out box and they aim to misbehave in some place they have no business playing.
Took a break from the Papercut Kids to whip up a bad Dave Grohl likeness.
Check this out.
Watched this the other night and was so… listen, you guys. I’m gonna admit something to you. I’m not musical. When I physically approach musical instruments small children cry and I can’t carry a tune if it had handles, but watching this show made me even more envious of the people that can make music WAY better than I can draw cartoons. I also have a severe addiction into peering into other creative processes that is only rivaled by my skittery, jittering addiction to the socially accepted drug of choice of millions, coffee.
Sweet, sweet coffee…
So, for my money, I’m in for the duration of Sonic Highways and if by some strange happenstance you’ve landed on this post and are reading these words and you love the blues and punk rock then track down the first episode. It’s well worth your time.
Now, where’s my coffee…
…and sometimes its better to just run and hide!
When I was a kid it always felt like the group of kids you ran with would be friends forever, even if those friendships only lasted a couple of weeks or a summer or even through the crucible of high school. That coupled with a steady diet of tv and movies that held loyalty and friend-based PG-rated violence at a premium and we had a neighborhood of kids quick to react at the slightest provocation.
That’s this entry. Dumb kids. If one’s in trouble, they’ll all coming running.
I was on the F train the other day, middle of the day, and there was a young woman whose face was painted up in this Dia de los Muertos face make up. It was after comic con and she was dressed like she was going to go, I don’t know, grocery shopping or something as equally prosaic. The make up was great, though, and she was just doing her thing. So in keeping with the masks motif here’s Jessie, a young girl who really does her own thing, whatever it may be, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Just a quick non-INKtober post. So these kids you’ve been seeing running around the INKtober posts and in the previous posts from a couple of years ago are characters of mine that I’ve been slowly building a story around. It’s gotten to the point that I should be deciding on the publishing route, self or through another company, stuff like that. In the meantime I’ve set up a Facebook page to slow roll this idea out to the world. So feel free to click HERE to take a look and like the page.
Thanks and have a great weekend!