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Saturday, December 17, 2011

Used Bookstore Jackpot


As pretty incorrigible used bookstore addicts, we have the extreme good fortune (or bad fortune? monetarily speaking...) of living close to several wonderful independent bookstores. Our favorite for the past few years is definitely the aptly named BookBuyers, and I really believe that I can count the times we've made it out of there without buying anything on one hand (fyi, I almost went back and deleted the name selfishly, so that no one else will compete with us for the new treasures that appear. But I think my desire for their business success won out). I always giggle when the person at the counter asks if we've got store credit, since the couple of times we actually sold things to them, we used up the credit before leaving the store. Most of what we get is books, most recently favoring comics and graphic novels that we snatch up for our growing collection. However, they also sell things like games, music, movies and sheet music, among other delightful things - so you can see why we very rarely escape without carrying something out. Once in a while we really luck onto some crazy finds, like when I happened on the complete box sets of Gundam Wing and Neon Genesis Evangelion on two separate occasions. Lately we've had some good holiday vibes and gotten pretty awesome scores, including this haul the other day:


1) Volumes I and III of The Complete Little Nemo in Slumberland, a classic comic by Winsor McCay I got turned on to by a Stanford prof. of Film and Media Studies, Scott Bukatman, who just published a new book on it that I'm very excited about called The Poetics of Slumberland: Animated Spirits and The Animating Spirit, not yet released but available for pre-order. 

2) The Castafiore Emerald, from The Adventures of Tintin, to add to the other four volumes from the same set that I found at BB on another visit. Incidentally, another Stanford prof., Jean-Marie Apostolides, from the French department, wrote a book about Tintin called The Metamorphoses of Tintin: Or Tintin for Adults. I recently heard some disparaging words about the upcoming Tintin movie release from Spielberg by a cartoonist who will here remain nameless, but whose opinion I value highly (and which confirms my skepticism based solely on the previews). Nevertheless, I will likely be seeing it in theaters, if only because we are doing a session on it in the Graphic Narrative Project workshops next quarter (an academic community for the study of graphic narratives, of which I am co-founder and graduate coordinator). Oh, and by the way, we were very excited to read this article about our group written for the Stanford Human Experience website, then picked up on the Stanford Reporthttp://humanexperience.stanford.edu/graphicnarrative. As per item #1, I should mention that Scott Bukatman has been instrumental in our development as a workshop and was one of our faculty coordinators last year. Huzzah!

3) Not pictured - UNO! One pack, to supplement another Target-bought pack, in case we need to play with a double. I can't wait to revive the old favorite card game. Woot Woot!

4) A vintagey puzzle of the city of San Francisco. Must still do some digging to find out more about it, but there's a medium-to-high likelihood that I'll give up that idea and just enjoy it sans historical details for its delightful aesthetic qualities and fun-having potential. Speaking of puzzles, stay tuned for some piece-gathering insanity on my next post. Tootles!





Monday, December 05, 2011

Review: Kiss and Tell

Kiss & TellKiss & Tell by MariNaomi
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Kiss and Tell is bare-all graphic memoir (or autobiographical comic) about the romantic and sexual history of San Francisco cartoonist Mari Naomi. The memoir reads like a little black book of encounters, going chronologically through each person (some of whom we meet more than once). The step-by-step, grittily honest tales touch on way more than sexual experiences and paramours - candidly revealing the entanglements and growing pains of a girl coming of age and how it shapes her relationships with family and friends. Her minimalist drawing style is as direct as the delivery of her story, both managing to come through as both matter-of-fact and heartfelt. Creating such a level of intimacy with a reader takes great courage and risk on the part of an author, especially as a woman writing on subject matter that, despite many changes over the years, still remains more comfortable as the domain of men. Mari Naomi does it humorously and artfully, and I consider myself duly charmed.

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Saturday, January 12, 2008

Forget comebacks... they're overrated

WARNING: This blog is beginning under a certain amount of extreme annoyance, brought on by the fact that I've slacked off on writing in it for so long that I forgot ALL of the information needed to sign in. Yes, I spent most of the last hour trying to think of any possible combination of words I could have had in mind in April. But, the important thing is, here I am. Back again. With no fanfare.

I won't lie... I am still scared to death of this blog, and it's ability to repel me endlessly from the writing escapades lying sadly dormant in the inner, dark, cobwebby corners of my non-academic brain matter. A certain friend I will only name as "Emerys" has shoved me back into the blogosphere thanks to his heartless promotion of my non-existent verbage, thus forcing me to writing something here. Anything. All I care about at this point is to register dates on the left side-bar. So don't expect any kind of quality standards--I'm way past that now.

Needless to say (or is it?), large volumes of happenings have, well, happened since I last wrote an entry in the Buenos Aires humidity. Much too much to even attempt to narrate it in any kind of coherent way, but here are some highlights:

  • Accepted University X's offer of admission, and started a doctorate in Comparative Literature
  • Moved to the sunshine state, sitting in a new, totally packed Toyota Prius with my now ex-military sweetheart
  • Got engaged
  • Started school
  • Planned a wedding
  • Met some people
  • Played some World of Warcraft
  • Wrote some papers
And that brings us to last Saturday, when I got married. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am now officially to be referred to as "Mrs." At least for the next 4 1/2 years or so ;) (because of the degree, not the husband). Although that bulleted list doesn't look like much, it has probably been one of the most eventful years of my entire life. Go 2007!

That's all I can handle for now (I know... pathetic), but I will return with... drumroll... turning in the keys to my last single apartment!

To be continued...