Sorry I haven’t blogged for a while, but the last couple weeks were insane, and then I spent close to a week rediscovering the snot capacity of my head.
Lessee, quick recap:
On 10/29 , we did SNAP! As mentioned, it rocked.
On 11/2, I drove up to Owosso and gave a library talk to the most well-behaved, articulate and smart-spoken 12 and unders I’ve ever had the pleasure of speaking with. It rockity rock rocked.
On 11/5, Paul and I had a table at the Kalamazoo Art Hop, thanks to the kind proprietors of New Mind Technologies. The Art Hop is a monthly event where all the businesses stay open late and have sidewalk sales, all the galleries open up late, and there’s live music and sometimes food and vendors in the streets, depending on the weather. You come downtown and basically wander from store to store, shopping, meandering, and consuming your body weight in spinach dip, punch and boxed wine. Imagine a city turned into one gigantic gallery opening, and you’ve got the basic idea. Twice a year, they also open the Park Trades Center, which is this enormous warehouse building with great brick walls, hardwood floors and 14-foot ceilings that has been turned into art studios. Darn near every studio is open, showcasing the works of the artists — everything from photography to woodcarving to handblown glass to arc-welded metal sculpture to oil painting to live tattoo demonstrations to sumptuous hand-sewn liturgical robes — literally every kind of art you can imagine, all under one roof. It’s like a four-story Mall of Art. So, we were in there, in a computer network/design office. New Mind doesn’t have any art, per se, so they like to donate their space to underrepresented artists who don’t have a studio in the Park Trades. Paul and I drew the lucky card this time. The setup is mutually beneficial; our art draws people in to New Mind’s studio, and we get a place to sell our art. It was a ton of fun and Paul sold about a boxload of books. I had a cool little coterie of preteen girls orbiting my table all night long. They, too, were very articulate bookhounds, and reminded me eerily of myself at that age. We also found out that an old illustrator for Valiant comic books who used to work on XO Manowar has moved back to town, and old Griot artist/writer Kenjji is considering moving back to Kzoo with his wife Kito. Needless to say we are ecstatic about this, and Paul and I are looking at starting a Kalamazoo Comics Night at Rocket Star, similar to what the Hamtramck cartoonists have.
On 11/6, we hopped in the car and went to Hudson, Ohio with supalibrarian Kevin King. The following day we spoke to twenty-five librarians about comic books for seven hours, thoroughly brainwashing them all. We then drove home and collapsed.
On 11/7, We voted, and found out that Matt Feazell’s wife Karen is the new mayor of Hamtramck.
On 11/8, I came down with the creeping evil, and spent the rest of the week drugged up on pseudephedrine, which makes me loopy and shaky, and hacking horrible green stuff out of my lungs.
Yesterday and today I finally felt well enough to go to farmer’s market and do some cooking. It was bliss to finally have a day off with nothing to do, nowhere to go, and to feel un-sick enough to enjoy it, so we settled in to really make the best of it. We settled in to watch the last DVD of Firefly and came armed with sweets and alcohol. This led to our new favorite expression of happiness: “WINE AND COOKIES! COOKIES AND WINE!” To get the full effect, you must have a big delicious farmer’s market cookie in one hand and a glass full of cheap red in the other, and you must shout the words in your best Fred Sanford voice while cueing up a disc of finely aged scifi goodness. It is the height of decadence.