Saturday, November 28, 2009

You’ll Always Remember Your First Time...

Tracy is a hard-core shopper. She is the fiercest, most cunning bargain hunter I have ever known. Black Friday is a holiday for her. It’s my wife in her element. It’s something I have never been able to get my head around, before now. Tracy invited me to join her on Black Friday this year, an invitation that had never been extended previously. I felt honored to be asked to join my wife on her annual quest, and more than a little intimidated. My shopping skills and bargain hunting cunning have improved over the years simply by being married to this woman, and while I’m all about my beloved Banana Republic and some technology shopping, I’m no where near her league. So it was with a bit of apprehension that I accepted her offer of early morning pursuit.

After Thanksgiving dinner at my parents’ house, we’d made arrangements to leave the kiddo with them overnight while Tracy and I braved the Northeast Ohio elements and shopping denizens. After a few hours sleep in early night, our alarms went off at 10.30pm, and we were off, armed with bottles of water and snacks...


10.45 pm – Stop at Get-Go to pick up gift cards for Toys “R” Us and Home Depot.

11.00 pm – In line at Toys “R” Us awaiting its midnight opening. The line eventually wraps all the way around all four sides of the building, but we are there just before the rush of people arrives. We are located along the first side of the building, in a decent position to get in and get out reasonably quickly.

12.00 am – After an hour of standing in the light Ohio drizzle (under our umbrella, of course – remember, Tracy’s a professional), the doors open and we file in, but not before people from the parking lot attempt to get out of their cars and just saunter in among the folks who had queued up according to etiquette and form. There is some shouting and some name calling and some rude gestures around us, but we make it in without incident. Tracy has given me clear instructions: go immediately to the Electronics department and get two [REDACTED] and a [REDACTED]. Meanwhile, she will get the other two items and meet me in Electronics for checkout.

12.10 am – I have the loot I was charged with finding, Tracy has hers, and we meet up for checkout. The store is a madhouse. I’ve never seen a store so completely packed before. It is impossible to move, and heaven help the folks who are trying to navigate a cart through the aisles of crushed bodies and strewn-about merchandise.

12.30 am – We complete our checkout, make it back to our car, and are off to our next stop.

12.35 am – We head to Old Navy. Scheduled to open at 3am, we park the car and head up into line, fortunate to be under an overhang and spared the drizzle-y rain that continues to fall.

12.50 am – We begin to reevaluate why we are going to Old Navy. Do we really need anything here? Do we really need a free copy of LEGO Rock Band for the Wii when we are a Guitar Hero house? Is there a better way to spend these next precious hours of pre-store opening positioning?

1.00 am – The decision is made. Screw Old Navy. We head to Target, scheduled to open at 5am.

1.10 am – In the parking lot of Target, the rain is coming down, there are about ten people in line already. We decide to stay in the car and try to sleep until 2am.

1.37 am – The rain is coming down harder now and neither of us can sleep. I suggest that we should get out now and stake our claim in line before others arrive for a number of reasons, the most immediately pressing one being, if we’re committed to this, I want to be under the overhang in front of Target so we don’t get soaked all night. I see a twinkle of pride in Tracy’s eyes as she readily agrees.

1.42 am – We are in-line outside of Target. Where Toys “R” Us fell horribly flat with the rushing of the gates at midnight, Target deserves credit for the brilliance of their plan to keep order. They used their carts as a barrier of sorts that the line has to follow. There is no way you could walk up to the door at 5am and stroll in without being in the line, so kudos there.

2.00 am – I head over to Walgreens to use the bathroom while Tracy holds our spot in line.

2.15 am – Tracy heads over to Walgreens to use the bathroom while I hold our spot in line.

2.30 am – I sit in the car to warm up while Tracy holds our spot in line.

2.50 am – Tracy sits in the car to warm up while I hold our spot in line.

3.10 am – No one shows up after us for a long time. We pass the time chatting with the few folks already there, discovering that the guy next to us roomed at college with a girl I graduated from high school with and currently works with one of our recent neighbors. Small world in the wee-early morning hours.

3.15 am – I suggest running home to get my thermal underwear on, and Tracy readily agrees that I should so I can bring back her hooded sweatshirt.

3.45 am – I return from home, forgetting to bring Tracy hot cocoa (I'm clearly the amateur here), but one of our line-mates’ mother has arrived after having bought out all the hot cocoa available at the Speedway down the street and hands the warm cups out to anyone who wants some.

3.45 am – The parking lot fills up and the line begins to really grow.

4.00 am – Target employees distribute free “green” bags and store maps to everyone in line.

4.15 am – Lawn chairs and blankets and all the other amenities the early morning line holders have with us are systematically returned to our respective vehicles in anticipation of the doors opening within the hour.

4.50 am – Tracy and I consult the store map and review our game plan one more time: Similar to our Toys “R” Us excursion, I’m to head straight to Electronics to get [REDACTED] and an external hard drive, while she will grab a cart and pick up [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [REDACTED]. At which point we’ll call each other on our cells and plan our attack on the registers and checkout.

5.00 am – Target's doors open, and we file in. I head to Electronics and grab [REDACTED] and then head to the computer aisle to get the external hard drive, only to find the spot on the shelf empty! And I was the first person there! Two, three, four people and more show up and aisle is a jammed up mess. I have a Target employee try to locate the drives.

5.10 am – The Target employee eventually returns with a box of five external hard drives. We all follow him up to the register area. In the meantime, Tracy has called and reported that she has everything she set out to get and was on her way to meet me in Electronics.

5.15 am – Tracy points out that I grabbed the wrong [REDACTED] and now my greatest fears are being realized: that I would screw something up on this mission. Achebe was right. Things fall apart.

5.20 am – I am off to other parts of the store to try and located the right version of the [REDACTED] I was supposed to get. It’s nowhere to be found.

5.30 am – Tracy checks out with everything else we needed to get (all the things she had grabbed plus the external hard drive). The clueless employees find multiple different versions of [REDACTED] but not the version we needed. So we wait in the checkout line at Electronics with five others who are trying to score the same item, letting others go ahead of us so we don’t lose our place as the checkout line continues to grow.

5.35 am – Here is where my wife’s patience and Zen approach is a sight to behold... Standing in that line as Target employees continue to bring out boxes of the wrong version of [REDACTED], I realize how hot, tired, and hungry I am. I look at Tracy, who looks like she hasn’t slept in days, and tell her we should just buy the wrong version and exchange it later. But she keeps telling me to wait another five minutes, to give them a chance to bring out more boxes from the back, that they will eventually find what we were after in the backroom.

5.50 am – A Target employee makes his way to the Electronics register with an armful of the right version of [REDACTED] we need! Because we had kept our place in line, we are given one from the employee and quickly pay for it and work our way to the exit. I am stunned at how long the front register lines are! They stretch from the front door more that a quarter of the way around the store!

5.55 am – Tracy stops at the restroom at the front of the store, I take our loot to the car, load it up and get the car started.

6.05 am – We pull into the Home Depot parking lot, with things looking much less crazy despite the fact the store opened just five minutes earlier. I drop Tracy at the door and find a place to park.

6.08 am – I walk into the store and hear Tracy call my name. She has the single item we came for: a new pre-lit tree for our entryway.

6.10 am – A Home Depot employee tells us we can checkout at the Returns desk and we’re in and out in a matter of minutes.

6.15 am – We’re across the street at Acme, in hopes of buying some donuts for breakfast. They don’t open for another 15 minutes. I say forget it. Let’s just head home and get some sleep.

6.30 am – Home. Quickly unload the car, get out of these clothes that feel like we’ve spent days in, and hit the sack.


An hour and a half later, Tracy got up for work and was out the door by 8.40.

Two hours after that, I woke up feeling like I’d been on an all night bender, and to find snow accumulation on the ground
.

I asked Tracy sometime between Target and Home Depot and the drive home, what pleasure she gets out of doing this year after year after year. Her response? The thrill of the hunt, and the ability to get some really great gifts for our family on a reasonable budget. My wife has expensive taste and high standards, and what I saw on Friday morning was a side of her I hadn’t before – she was patient and calm among some of more interesting characters you might never hope to encounter. She is naturally driven and organized, but her Black Friday mission is more akin to a surgical-strike than a shopping trip. I have new respect for Tracy after seeing her in action.


Friends asked me if there was a surge of adrenaline when the doors opened or when finding the right items. Tracy’s answer was yes. Mine was no. My only reaction when the doors opened was one of fear – not of my fellow shoppers, but of letting my wife down by grabbing the wrong item or getting shut out of the right item because of one of my mistakes. Tracy said I did good Friday morning and that I made her proud.


Friends and family have asked if I’ll go with Tracy again next year, and here is the response I gave them: I have heard that women forget about the pain of childbirth and decide to get pregnant again, choosing to go through that potentially excruciating process a second or third time. Unless, I completely forget how miserable I was Friday morning, and how exhausted I was all day Friday, I don’t think I’ll be joining Tracy on any future Black Friday adventures. But I’m glad I did it once, so I can say I’ve had the experience, and I have even more respect for my wife and what she goes through each year to help make our Christmas special.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Between the Panels

A couple of weeks ago I did an author visit at the Fairlawn-Bath branch of the Akron-Summit County Public Library. I had a really great time reading from Deus ex Comica and answering questions from the audience on a wide range of topics. During the Q&A session, the conversation turned to motion comics. Marvel is already in the game with their Spider-Woman title on iTunes, written by Brian Michael Bendis with art by Alex Maleev.

I downloaded the first Spider-Woman motion comic when it was released, but haven’t picked up any of the subsequent installments, instead opting to consume the monthly storyline in traditional single issue comic book form
.

There is the question of the future of comics: Will they be delivered and read via monthly single issues, collected editions, or electronically on a computer or smart phone? But that is a discussion for another time, because motion comics are not a part of that debate. Motion comics are not comics, they are semi-static movies with spoken dialog and minimal animation.


I’m all for getting new readers engaged in the medium, but Marvel’s motion comic has little to do with the act of reading a comic. In fact, I’d argue that motion comics have as much to do with gainin
g new readership for comics as the big screen adaptations or Universal Studios’ roller coaster rides featuring these properties do.

Comics have a well-documented history of being censored and banned. But that combination of reading and exercising your imagination will always be the medium’s highest redeeming quality as far as I’m concerned. The kiddo gets enough stimulation spoon-fed to him via TV and video games. I first encouraged him to read comic books to get him to read. Now that he’s reading them voraciously, I’m encouraging him to slow down with his comics and let each panel sink in, urging him to experience the comic and let his imagination twist and expand and grow as he fills in the blanks.

A motion comic takes too much away from the experience of a comic book for me. Some of it is tactile. Like the album-to-mp3 struggles experienced by every generation prior to the current one, there is something to be said for holding the comic book or collected edition in my hands and smelling the paper and feeling the weight of it, knowing it occupies physical space in the world. But there is more to it than that because I see a future for reading comics and books on smart phones and computers. The motion comic’s biggest crime is that it takes me out of the role of active participant and renders me a passive consumer of the art.

When I read a comic book (either in monthly single issue
format, collected edition, or via an electronic delivery option), I am forced to engage in the activity. By its very nature, a comic panel can’t move. It can imply motion, but I have to use my imagination move the characters or action from point A to point B. It’s what happens between the panels, which takes place completely in my head, that makes reading a comic a dynamic activity. And that is what ends up left out of the motion comic experience.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Your Daddy's Synthpop

“What is it about gay English synthpop duos from the ‘80s? They have style. They have relevance. They have staying power. They have a musician who is content to hide behind a computer during live shows while the singer commands the stage.”

I wrote that as the opening to a review of Pet Shop Boys’ Cubism DVD a couple of years ago. At the time I was referring specifically to the Boys and Erasure. Those same observations are also reported on and expanded upon in the excellent BBC documentary Synth Britannia.


If you’re a fan of pop music... hell, if you’re a fan of music, you need to watch this amazing documentary covering the genesis and evolution of synthpop in the UK. From the earliest heartbeats in the late ‘70s to the world-moving earthquakes of the ‘80s, this is a fantastic, uniquely British story that needed to be told. Influences like Kraftwerk and J.G. Ballard are given their due, while the growth of the genre is explored through the words and work of the people who were on the ground as the movement took shape.


Eight of the nine segments are available on YouTube. For whatever reason, that last 10-minute segment is nowhere to be found (I believe it’s a copyright issue in the US), but viewing what’s here will fuel your playlist selections for days!
(Don't believe me? Check out the tracklisting from the program listed below!)

Credit to the always great folks over at Slicing Up Eyeballs for the heads up on this.
















Program Tracklist
1. Depeche Mode - New Life

2. Wendy Carlos - William Tell

3. Wendy Carlos - Clockwork Orange Main Title

4. Kraftwerk - Autobahn

5. The Clash - White Riot

6. The Normal - Tvod

7. The Normal - Warm Leatherette

8. The Future - 4 Jg

9. The Human League - Being Boiled

10. Donna Summer - I Feel Love

11. Cabaret Voltaire - Seconds Too Late

12. Cabaret Voltaire - Nag Nag Nag

13. Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark - Messages

14. Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark - Enola Gay

15. Joy Division - Atmosphere

16. John Foxx - Underpass

17. Throbbing Gristle - Still Walking

18. Throbbing Gristle - Hot on the Heels of Love

19. Fad Gadget - Back to Nature

20. Silicon Teens - Memphis Tennessee

21. Gary Numan - Are Friends Electric?

22. Gary Numan - Cars

23. Visage - Fade to Grey

24. The Flying Lizards - Money

25. Depeche Mode - New Life

26. Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough

27. The Human League - Don't You Want Me

28. Heaven 17 - Penthouse & Pavement

29. Cabaret Voltaire - Landslide

30. Soft Cell - Tainted Love

31. Yazoo - Only You

32. Yazoo - Don't Go

33. Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark - Maid of Orleans

34. Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams

35. Ultravox - Vienna

36. Kraftwerk - The Model

37. Depeche Mode - Everything Counts

38. Depeche Mode - Master and Servant

39. Pet Shop Boys - West End Girls

40. New Order - Ceremony

41. New Order - Blue Monday

42. Philip Oakey & Giorgio Moroder - Together in Electric Dreams

Friday, November 20, 2009

140 Characters of Laziness

I have been lamenting my own lack of motivation to write lately. I have all sorts of excuses. I travel for work, and I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. You would think that having nights available in a hotel room without the usual distractions would be perfectly conducive to writing, but when you’re on the road you end up working ten to 12 hours a day, and you eat like crap, and it’s difficult to get inspired and focus to write.

But what might be my biggest writing de-motivator... Twitter. Twitter has replaced blogging, email, and forums for me. When I come across something that piques my interest, instead of sitting down and putting a few hundred thoughtful words to paper and publishing it on my blog, I’ll shrink a URL and write a pithy comment and be done with it. Instead of taking the time to write out full-blown emails, I direct message friends short, 140-character well-wishes or good-natured jibes or whatever.


Although I am complaining about the impact of Twitter on my blogging and email, I have to admit the replacement of forums with Twitter has been truly positive. With Twitter, I avoid the general douche baggery of the forum, while still staying in touch with the folks I want to and up on the news that’s relevant to me. (On a weekly basis, from my friends who still frequent forums, I see tweets saying things like they need to get away from the forum before they type something they shouldn't or that their blood pressure is rising because of some comment they read in a forum thread.) Where forums often seem to foster the pompous, long-winded soliloquies of blow-hards, Twitter is a great natural filter (because I'm only following the people whose comments I want to read) and force the writer to get to the point quickly and concisely.


To be clear, I'm not anti-Twitter and this is not a manifesto, I just need to stop using Twitter as an excuse to not work my writing muscles. It’s time for me to shake off this laziness and make the time to flesh out some of the ideas that crop up. Instead of opting for the instant gratification of a quick tweet, I need to go back to my pre-Twitter, pre-too-busy-to-write mindset. The next time an idea strikes me, I’m going to do my best to avoid the crutch of a quick 140-character missive and instead stretch myself and exercise the ol’ noggin with some critical thinking or satire or whatever the situation calls for.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Deus ex Comica at the Akron Library

I have been having a lot of fun promoting Deus ex Comica: The Rebirth of a Comic Book Fan over the last seven months through in-store signings and convention appearances, with reviews and interviews (in places like Wired Magazine’s GeekDad) and doing author visits (at events like the Fall for the Book Festival at George Mason University). Now, thanks to the support of friends like Cathy Morgan, I get to do it here in my own backyard at the Fairlawn-Bath branch of the Akron-Summit County Public Library on Saturday, November 14!

I’ll be reading some selections from Deus ex Comica and
talking about the evolution of the book, and looking forward to discussing anything from the self-publishing process to comic books in general after the prepared portion of the presentation! Comics might not be everybody’s thing, but I hope the readings, accompanying visuals, and subsequent audience dialog will make it worthwhile for everyone attending!

If you’re available, I hope you’ll come out! You can RSVP by calling the Fairlawn-Bath branch directly at 330.666.4888! Event time and more details are below.

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Sunday, October 18, 2009

It's Pronounced "Fronkensteen"

The New Mel Brooks Musical Young Frankenstein
17 October 2009: Palace Theatre at Playhouse Square, Cleveland, Ohio

One of my birthday presents this year was a date night with Tracy: tickets to see Young Frankenstein, the new Mel Brooks musical, at Playhouse Square. So, after dropping the kiddo at the in-laws for the overnight, we headed to Ken Stewart’s Tre Belle for an early dinner. Everything was perfect (including prosciutto as God intended it: wrapped around fresh cantaloupe melon). We had forgotten it was Sweetest Day, the Cleveland-invented greeting card holiday that’s celebrated in the Great Lakes region, so we were actually grateful the show time forced us into an uncharacteristically early dinner, because we were winging it without dinner reservations.

We arrived downtown in time to people watch from the balcony of the Palace Theatre lobby before heading to our seats and settling in for an amusing ride. Our theatre going has been decidedly R-rated of late. We saw Spring Awakening earlier this year (teen sex, masturbation, suicide), Young Frankenstein now (“Don’t touch our tits!”), and Avenue Q is up next in the spring (Sesame Street with full-frontal puppet nudity!). But where Spring Awakening was explicit and serious, Young Frankenstein is more bawdy fun. (I’m curious to see where Avenue Q will fit on this scale.)


It’s interesting that the movies that helped shape my sense of humor in my teen years (and are still quoted in my daily lexicon) – John Waters’ Hairspray, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Brooks’ The Producers and now Young Frankenstein – are finding new life on Broadway, but it can be a slippery-slope of perceived nostalgia mixed with lazy creativity. Thankfully, the adaptation of Young Frankenstein to the stage is largely successful.


Young Frankenstein preserves the storyline of the movie, along with many of the key set-ups/one-liners that make the movie so classic, but expands some of the themes and scenes (mostly in the right places). Elizabeth’s “Please Don’t Touch Me” number felt a bit like filler, but “Join the Family Business” – a completely new scene in which the ghost of Victor Frankenstein attempts to convince Frederick to take up the mantle of his work and create a new monster – was excellent! That number was also the point in the show where I really sat up and took notice of the choreography. It was probably the most perfect moment of the entire night for me.


Inga’s introduction number, “Roll in the Hay”, was fantastic, beautifully built off the great Teri Garr movie line. And Frau Blücher’s “He Vas My Boyfriend” was another well-turned adaptation and expansion of a classic movie line, this time one of Cloris Leachman’s.


The second act didn’t feel as muscular as the first, but did have its moments. “Puttin’ on the Ritz” vied for the show-stopper slot; and it was good, but it was also predictable. Anyone going into the show with even a passing familiarity with the movie would expect that. (“Join the Family Business” seemed a more complete centerpiece in act one than anything act two had to offer.)


For my money, the gem of the night was the blind hermit’s “Please Send Me Someone”. The result was a great homage to Gene Hackman’s genius original performance, but infused with its own unique character. The other great act two moment was Elizabeth’s “Deep Love”. A double entendre rendered surprisingly (and uncharacteristically for Brooks!) subtle by the musical arrangement, so much so that it seemed many in the audience were unsure how to take the song.


More than History of the World, Part I... more than Blazing Saddles... more than Spaceballs... more than The Producers... Young Frankenstein has always been my favorite Mel Brooks movie. And while the stage production of it might not be the out-and-out hit The Producers was, I came away satisfied. Now I’m holding out for the musical adaptation of Silent Movie. That would be something to see!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Man in Black

Writers & Readers Series - Neil Gaiman
04 October 2009: Lake Shore Facility Auditorium, Cleveland, Ohio

A week and a half after my author visit as a part of the Fall for the Book Festival at George Mason University, where I presented Deus ex Comica to an audience of 50 or so people with a couple of prepared readings and a fun Q&A session, I got to see how it’s really done when Neil Gaiman visited the Cleveland Public Library for their Writers & Readers Series. It was an amazing opportunity that took me by surprise!

Our friends Chad and Heather came in town from Fort Wayne to visit with us and to have the opportunity to hear Gaiman speak and meet him. We made it up to the Lake Shore Facility Auditorium right around 12.45 for the 2pm talk. Doors opened at 1pm and, although there was a long-ish line of people already queued up in front of us, we were able to get right in and find great seats.


After going to the overflow room to greet those folks in person (they would be viewing the talk on closed-circuit TV), Gaiman returned to the main hall and began his talk. He read from both his new book, Odd and the Frost Giants, and his current bestseller, The Graveyard Book. Although there wasn’t time for too many questions to be asked, Gaiman provided lengthy and thoughtful answers for the appreciative crowd, leaving us feeling like we’d had a glimpse into his personality outside of the written page.

After the talk and Q&A was over, we queued up to meet the author and have the books we’d brought with us signed by him. This was the one place where the event organizers dropped the ball: They really should have given attendees numbered tickets when we entered the building initially, and used that as the queuing order for the signing session. Regardless, the crowd was very easy-going about things, and everyone in our party
felt the time passed very quickly and didn’t feel nearly as long as it actually was.

Tra
cy and I have only recently discovered Gaiman’s work, but are thoroughly enjoying it! Tracy loves The Graveyard Book and Coraline, and while waiting for our turn to meet Gaiman, she read half of The Eternals hardcover we’d brought for him to sign. I fell in love with Marvel 1602, so much so that I included my thoughts on it in Deus ex Comica. I was on the fence about giving a copy of my book to Gaiman (unsure how receptive he might be to it), but after hearing his talk, I felt completely at ease with the idea.

Chad and Heather went first, having their daughter’s copy of The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish inscribed with a request from Gaiman to not swap her little brother, and their gorgeous Dave Wachter-drawn image of the Gaiman character Destiny signed. Gaiman asked who drew the commission and was kind enough to pose with it for us. Then Tracy had him sign her copy of The Graveyard Book, and we all got a kick out of him putting her name on a tombstone for the inscription.


When it was my turn, I handed him the copy of The Eternals, and while he was signing it I set the copy of my book on the table next to him and explained that I was comic fan in the ‘80s who drifted from the hobby and had recently rediscovered the culture and wrote a book about the experience. He stopped midway through signing The Eternals, picked up the copy of Deus ex Comica and flipped quickly through it, and gave me an “Awesome!” (And a couple of the folks around him – handlers or librarians, I’m not sure which – agreed and chimed in with encouragement.) When I explained that I wanted to give him the copy, he wanted to make sure that I had signed it for him! It was an unexpected experience that made me feel incredible, if only because the courteous and genuinely appreciative way he accepted the copy of the book.

I had no idea what to expect from Gaiman with regards to the talk and meeting him, but he was charming, self-deprecating, friendly, and gracious. And that encounter has solidified me as a fan of both the man and his work.