Archive | August, 2011

Quiet Friday Night

26 Aug

And so a busy week draws to a close. Nicole is in Fredericton having a goodbye visit with her best friend, Jack is here watching a movie and heading to bed soon. I will take advantage of this solitary evening to do some housework, maybe some packing, maybe some drawing, reading, or finish up some work so that next week is a little less pushed for time. Next week is our last before she moves to Kingston; we are both sad for ourselves but excited for her.

In the meantime, lots to do. I have been getting rid of some books and things through an online yard sale. We went to see an apartment for me to move to at the end of next month on Queen’s Square that looks quite nice, so hopefully that will work out. Tomorrow night is her goodbye party at Scott T’s, so we hope to see lots of friends there.

Despite the impending major life changes, I am feeling pretty good. I think that my daily exercise and healthier diet are paying some dividends. My financial situation is not great but not as dire as a month or two ago, before a significant loan was paid off with the bank. I am given to understand by my employer that they would like me to stick with them for a while, and I feel the same way, so that is a nice change compared to some previous jobs.

All good things end, or at least change, and we must adapt. Children are born and grow up, relationships start and end, we grow old and sick and try to make the most of our time. Jack Layton is dead, Steve Jobs resigned from Apple. Life isn’t perfect, it never is and it doesn’t need to be. I prefer balance any day.

The Countdown

24 Aug

It’s hard to believe that 16 months of living with Nicole is nearly over. Where did it all go? We are both feeling sad about her upcoming move, and I think I can safely say both a little excited too for the positive changes to come, with her starting her PhD and me moving to a smaller place and using my new solitude to concentrate harder on Getting Some Freaking Comics Done Already.

The new regime continues pretty well. I run about 2.5K most mornings, do some strength and flexibility exercises in Wii Fit, meditate and so on. I feel more alert and physically fit in general. The standing desk experiment is going pretty well, I don’t think it has really affected my productivity one way or another but again I do feel more alert and fit and have less of a tendency to zone out or get distracted if I’m standing. I take breaks to sit instead of the other way around now.

I rented a car last weekend to get around to various events; Jack’s last soccer game of the season, taking the cats to the vet for their shots and so on. I took the opportunity to take a couple of carloads of stuff to Value Village and elsewhere, but there is still lots more to get rid of before the move(s). Do check out my online yard sale if you have a moment and let me know if you would like anything. Every little bit helps!

Benefits

17 Aug

The new regime continues, with me running a couple of K most mornings, then doing some Wii Fit exercises (a lot of jackknives), showering and meditating and having some kind of breakfast before signing on for work, usually between 8:30 and 9. So far so good, my energy level is up, but if I am going to gradually increase run length and Wii exercises I will either have to rearrange the schedule or start getting up even earlier, which I am not keen on, but we’ll see.

Yesterday I decided to try another change; I dismantled my old flat Staples desk and brought my old drafting/light table downstairs, mounted the laptops and LCD monitor on it with the desktop elevated, and adjusted a plastic monitor stand to serve as a platform for the mouse or tablet. The upshot of this is that I now have a standing workstation, which is supposed to be better for one’s overall health and back. Standing on the hardwood for long periods was rough so I added a folded yoga mat for cushioning and that seems to help. It does feel more comfortable ergonomically, and I do have my telescoping chair nearby as a backup. My job involves a fair number of conference calls too, and I can often wander away from my desk for those.

This past month has involved a lot of driving around, visiting family, doing theatre stuff and so on. I neglected to mention that we made it to the drive-in a couple of weeks ago and caught The Smurfs (*1/2) and Friends With Benefits (***). The Smurfs was better than you would expect scriptwise, but not great. FWB was a nice surprise, however; I had assumed that it was a me-too competitor for the underachieving Ashton Kutcher/Natalie Portman film No Strings Attached, but once I found out it was by Will Gluck (The Loop, Fired Up, Easy A) I wanted to see it after all and I’m glad I did. Gluck does well with the tricky task of creating a romantic comedy that subverts and comments on other romantic comedies, depicting a FWB relationship fairly realistically.

It might be disappointing for us alternative lifestyle types that the plot does follow the conventional expectations in the end, but I think it earns its Hollywood ending and any disappointment should perhaps be balanced with giving the studio credit for making a film with some edge in these play-it-safe times.

Oh, and I finished watching the entire two-season run of Stargate:Universe, one of the best series I have ever seen. I wonder if it is fair to compare it to Star Trek: Enterprise, a good series that suffered premature cancellation at the end of an otherwise lackluster franchise. SG:U reminds me a lot of the UK classic Blake’s 7, but it also has a lot in common with the book that inspired Star Trek, AE Van Vogt’s “Voyage of the Space Beagle,” in which a genius scientist keeps trying to wrest control of the exploratory ship from its military commanders. SG:U was incredibly smart, inventive, exciting SF on TV; better all in all than its closest competitors, Firefly and Space: Above and Beyond. I hope that the producers manage to bring it back somehow.

43

16 Aug

Yup, I turned 43 on Saturday. Thanks to my friends who got me a cake and sang on Friday night after our sketch show, and who came over to hang out and play Magic: The Gathering on the actual day. It was a pleasant (albeit dorky) weekend all in all. I had fun doing the comedy sketches and seeing others in theirs, I probably could have been a little more off-book but it worked out all right. I taught Jack how to play a simplified version of Magic (no spell cards, only land and creatures and the luck of the draw) and he enjoyed beating me as a result.

How do I feel about being 43? About the same as being 42. We number-obsessed humans haven’t attached much importance to 43 that I know of. It’s a prime number, I suppose? Good to be back in my prime, ha ha *cough*.

Coincidentally, as part of the upcoming moving preparations I have been going through my boxes of old stuff and trying to weed out as many old papers and things as I can. This has led to some nice discoveries, like a nice note I got once from Julius Schwartz, and some baffling ones, like pay stubs from over 20 years ago. Yesterday I went through a box of correspondence, some of which dated over 20 years. I decided to keep a letter from each correspondent for my files and consigned the rest to history.

For over 20 years I was a member and sometimes guy-in-charge of an APA, or Amateur Press Association, called APA Centauri. I was the longest-serving member, served as Central Mailer for the longest time altogether, contributed the most pages. A lot of myself was wrapped up in the rising and falling fortunes of AC for a while. I made some good friends there, had some spats with others, and I suppose in a way it was a kind of surrogate family for a while. I have something like 6 bankers’ boxes worth of APA mailings to cart around with me, thousands of pages of other peoples’ zines that I will almost certainly never read again. And yet, I hate to let them go.

From a Buddhist standpoint I certainly understand the need to break unreasonable attachments to things, be they objects or one’s past. But, as an artist and writer I think it is also important to keep a file of one’s old works, for reference and to see how one has developed. So, like any good Buddhist, I must find the middle path here, and I think the solution will be to choose a few favourite old mailings and then strip my zines out of the rest for my files. I had considered scanning them and keeping them on disc or online but I expect a few of my old mates would not really like to see their old zines on the internet a decade or two later.

One nice discovery from yesterday was a note from the mother of an AC member who died due to complications from diabetes in the mid-90s. I had sent her a drawing of the eternal flame that burns in London, ON near a statue of Frederick Banting, the doctor who discovered insulin. Her mother thanked me for the drawing and said that Melisa enjoyed looking at it from her hospital bed before she died. Not long after that, Melisa’s mother died too. All these years later, America still hasn’t fixed its health care system.

I think that as we get older we gain comfort from knowing that we have touched others’ lives, be it as parents or friends or creative people or just strangers. Whenever I feel glum about what I feel is a relative lack of accomplishment as a writer or artist or academic or whatever else, I remember the lonely and completely unnecessary death of a young woman in Tennessee who I never met, and I am humbled.

It’s the Economy, Stupid

12 Aug

The new regime is working well so far. Most mornings this week I have been able to get up at 6:30, go for a run, check in with Wii Fit, shower, meditate, have breakfast, and generally get organized for the day before logging in to work at 8:30.

I am connected to the internet all day but apart from some podcasts and cryptic remarks that people make on Twitter, I don’t follow much news. I know that there was some rioting in England this week and that various persons were tut-tutting about the welfare state and the opportunistic chavs and so forth, but to me it is like a flashback to thirty years ago in Thatcher’s Britain, filled with unemployed and angry youth, the problem then much as it is now: the economy. If only the angry British youth of today were smashing the windows of the banks and brokers that are truly responsible for their situation, rather than corner shops and electronics dealers.

My use of Google plus and its related tools continues more or less successfully, though it is a little disappointing that the adoption rate has slowed significantly after the first couple of weeks; unless of course people just aren’t adding me to their circles, which is certainly possible. I am using Facebook less and less all the time and rarely open Twitter now, since I get both of their feeds in G+, so that makes me happy. Which is actually sad, I suppose.

Tonight is the opening night for the show of Shakespeare-themed sketch comedy that a bunch of us are doing as part of Theatre on the Edge. I am fortunate to be in an SCTV sketch, a well-known Wayne & Shuster sketch, and a scene from Tom Stoppard’s Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead with Nicole. It’s shaping up to be a good show, so get out to 112 Princess tonight or Sunday at 7:30 and check it out.

When not working or rehearsing, I have been sorting through boxes of old junk, separating it into things to keep, things to give to charity, and things to throw away. For a guy whose philosophy espouses not clinging to material objects, I sure do have a lot of old shit that I have been hanging on to for no good reason; just sentimentality and in some cases, maintaining a fiction of past happiness. So, I am trying to be unsentimental now, limiting certain types of keepsakes to just one banker’s box.

A nice side effect of this archaeology is finding stuff that I had completely forgotten about, like a nice note from the late DC Comics editor Julius Schwartz, thanking me for a drawing I sent him after the passing of Gil Kane and encouraging me in my own comics work at the time. Schwartz and Kane and I had a mutual female friend who has worked as a writer in various media, though not comics that I am aware of, and she was one of the “Juliettes”, a companion for Julie at SF cons who helped him get around, went to dinner with him and so on. Apparently some people used to raise their eyebrows about these ladies at the time, but my friend assured me that these were completely nonsexual escorts, giving Julie some much needed assistance at insane fan events and giving the women in question access to one of the grand old men of the business and his contacts.

Seeing the letter reminded me of the recent brouhaha about women in comics, DC in particular. In retrospect Julie and his companions seem like a paternalistic arrangement to be sure, but if it helped encourage young women to work in comics, I can think of worse outcomes. In a way it strikes me as similar to the many mentorship and apprenticeship-based reality shows that are now on television. Meanwhile, the best assessment of the issue I have seen so far came from Meredith Gran, who has a perfect solution for getting women into comics: pay them.

Finally, a plug for a podcast I started listening to this week: Michael Ian Black and his Ed co-star Tom Cavanaugh meet every week to eat and discuss snacks, with some digression. Funny stuff.

A Change is Gonna Come

9 Aug

I got up this morning determined to start a new regime; not a political one of course, just a personal one. I woke at 6:30, went for a 2K run, showered, meditated, and now I sit blogging and eating breakfast before starting work. For some of you this is probably nothing remarkable; for me it is a step in the right direction, because I am tired of feeling like a slug, being unable to concentrate at work. Wish me luck.

By the way, Wii Fit thinks I need to lose 30 pounds to reach my ideal weight. You are on crack, Wii Fit. I’m sure I could stand to lose 10, I am getting a bit of a gut due to my Turtles and Dr. Pepper diet, but 30? I’ll never understand why North Americans have bought into the BMI system as a measure of health. We like easy numbers, I guess. It’s like when people used to sell computers based solely on their processor speed; useful as a general indicator of performance but hardly the only important piece of information.

Bah. Get off my lawn, you damn kids.

Yesterday I noticed that my neighbour’s car had been keyed down the passenger side. This morning, walking home from the run, I saw a broken egg on the sidewalk and it looked like someone had whacked a nearby car’s windshield with a hammer. Hey, uptown vandals, fuck off. I’ll punch you in the dink if I run into you doing your mischief.

Busy week this week, rehearsing and performing the Shakespeare comedy scenes for Theatre on the Edge. I hope you come out and see them for Scott Thomas’ sake, he has worked so hard. I would never expect anyone to come out for my sake, I am a shitty friend who never goes to your shows and I apologize for that.

When not rehearsing, and working, and trying to shore up the ever-shifting sands of life, I will be working more on the 5 Seconds comics and getting organized for Nicole’s impending move to Kingston, now less than a month away. Oh, and I turn 43 on Saturday, Jesus Christ. It is a bit depressing to think that I have probably had more birthdays than I have yet to have, but no time to worry about that now. Being old is not that much different from being young. I certainly don’t feel much wiser; I just have to work harder to tap the same reserves of energy.

Comics Issues

4 Aug

“Nothing like attending a few comic conventions over the years to see just how much readers love the things they do, how much they care.” – Kate Beaton

The comics blogosphere has been doing some soul-searching due to a couple of recent events: (1) a fan dressed as Batgirl appearing at every DC Comics panel and asking why they don’t hire more women to make their comics, and (2) a retailer making racist “jokes” about a new African-American Spider-Man that will be introduced in the Ultimates comics imprint. Some further ink has been spilled about (3) Jack Kirby’s family losing an attempt to claim ownership of characters that he created under “work for hire” conditions at Marvel.

I won’t bother discussing the second issue; it’s pointless. The retailer made racist jokes, got upbraided for it, stupidly tried to justify his behaviour. I hope his version of The Android’s Dungeon takes a serious sales hit because he is making retailers look bad everywhere, and god knows those people have enough to worry about.

Steve Bissette posted extensively at his blog about the third issue, while leveraging the first to make his point that one fan can make a difference. He believes that we who care about comics, especially Marvel comics, should boycott anything that is derived from Jack’s work. I am a bit uncomfortable with that idea, because it seems like it would be punishing up and coming creators as much as it would Marvel – if not more – but I see where Bissette is coming from.

I quote from webcomics superstar Kate Beaton above because to me, she and people like her are the answer to issue 1. Why aren’t more women hired at DC? The SDCC panels’ answers apparently ranged from noncommittal to making noises about gender not being a factor; that the selection of talent amounts to a meritocracy. Maybe that is true. It is certainly not hard for me to imagine that DC comics are primarily consumed by men my age, followed by men in their 30s, then men in their 20s. I don’t know any women at all who read mainstream DC superhero titles. If they do read DC titles, they are probably Vertigo books like Fables or Sandman collections.

Nor can I think of any female creators at DC apart from Gail Simone, and ones like Linda Medley who left to create their own independent books. I have no doubt that this is ignorance on my part; I couldn’t tell you the names of more than a few men who work there either. I don’t read a lot of their comics, or any superhero comics, because for whatever reason, I just don’t find them very interesting.

On the other hand, I have been enjoying “independent” comics from the likes of Kate Beaton, Alison Bechdel, Linda Medley, Faith Erin Hicks, Jessica Abel, Hope Larson, et al., and over the course of my life I have been pleased to see the balance shift in comics in terms of what kind of stories get told, who tells them, and what style of art is presented. These innovations have not historically come from Marvel or DC or Archie or any other major publisher that has a house style, be it in terms of actual art style or the approach to storytelling. Sure, each of them can hold up an example of times they have been “inclusive,” but come on. Those characters and stories smack of tokenism.

The innovations have come from companies like Fantagraphics, Drawn & Quarterly, Top Shelf, assorted manga publishers I suppose, and what do you know? None of them are known for publishing superheroes. Which makes me wonder, is it really institutionalized sexism that keeps women out of DC or is it that women are just plain smarter than men? I know that sounds glib but I’m only half-joking. Nor do I want to say that women who DO want to make superhero comics are dumb. I just think that most superhero comics are boring, juvenile, and constructed in a way that discourages creativity; so anytime someone like a Grant Morrisson or Neil Gaiman or Darwyn Cooke comes along and does something interesting with that formula, I tip my hat to them, regardless of their age, race, gender, or anything else.

Anyway, my feelings on the merits of DC’s books are immaterial. If a woman loves those characters (and we need not insult them by assuming that all they want to write or draw is DC’s female characters), then they should have the opportunity to take them for a spin. If they don’t have the opportunity due to institutional sexism, obviously that is wrong.

I think there is a bit of a chicken-egg problem at work created by the modern supply chain. Kids, not just girls but all kids, do not have the kind of access to comics that I did as a child; you cannot find them in every newsstand or gas station, only in comic shops, some book stores, and if you’re lucky, the library. If a woman is very lucky, she might live near a comic shop that isn’t an Android’s Dungeon. The bookstores and libraries will carry relatively recent trade paperbacks, mainly from the top few publishers, plus manga. What I’m getting at is, how can we expect girls to grow up loving superheroes, and in turn want to create comics about them, when they are more likely to be exposed to manga and webcomics and independent graphic novels?

But let’s say that enough girls do overcome these barriers to represent a significant number of hopeful creators knocking at DC’s door. How do they get work there? I am inclined to agree with Grant Morrison, whose reply to the SDCC fan was simply “send your stuff in.” The same advice you would give to anyone.

It’s not complicated. If you want to draw Superman, if that is your dream, then draw Superman. Draw him all the time. Become an expert at drawing Superman. Learn how to draw the anatomy, the supporting characters, the backgrounds, the action shots, the panel to panel, all of it. Draw Superman until your hand falls off. Then take your best pages, make photocopies, and send them in. While I don’t doubt that there is some institutional sexism in place at DC and pretty much every other giant media corporation in the West, there is one thing that will trump any resistance to hiring: proving to them that you can make them money.

Whatever your gender or race or age or whatever else, if you prove to DC that you can make them money with your artwork or your story, you’re going to get work. The question is whether or not you are willing to play their game their way: draw in the style they believe will sell, write the kind of stories they believe will sell. Again, DC and Marvel are not about innovation; they are playing it safe and trying to hold on to their golden calves for as long as they can while milking them for film ideas. Because of the money involved, they see themselves as the “big leagues” of the comics business, and as such, the competition to work there is fierce.

Personally, I would rather see women and men create their own comics, create new worlds and characters (and heroes, if they must), and achieve their vision outside of that sterile environment. The world needs more books like Fun Home or Smile than it needs a few more issues of any superhero title.

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