With work and life and everything. Sorry for the scant posting. But hey, here's some classic TNC for you, as he riffs on Secret Wars:
Doom was born a gypsie—which in another place, is another way, of all the many ways, to say he was born a nigger. Put differently, he was one of us. His aspect was scarred from his attempts to transcend himself, and so he donned a mask....
Comics are so often seen as the province of white geeky nerds. But, more broadly, comics are the literature of outcasts, of pariahs, of Jews, of gays, of blacks. It's really no mistake that we saw ourselves in Doom, Magneto or Rogue.
When I was young, all of this was dismissed as trash. I think that's changing some now. But it's one of the reasons why I'm so slow to write off hip-hop--and pop culture at large—even today. I saw things in Saturday morning cartoons that stick with me to this day. If I can be here at The Atlantic, on the wings of Mattel gimmickry, who knows what some kid is out there making of Airbenders and Rick Ross?
It is not my time, and I am, anyway, filled with ego, filled with the need to explore the caverns I claim as my own. But still, with expectation, I await dispatches from the young, word from the seers who will find genius in this era of "Flavor Of Love."
As some of y'all know, my grandmother (my last remaining grandparent) is currently winding down in her final days, but she has luckily been comfortable and peaceful. I've been in and out, heading to Tacoma to see her, but mostly she's been sleeping when I visit. I had a nice moment with her yesterday, when she opened her eyes and I said, "It's good to see you, Felda!" and she had this lovely sort-of non sequitur, in her Rome, Georgia, drawl, "You have all done *beautifully*." My sister then whispered into her ear that she could just rest and relax, and she whispered back, "That sounds *wonderful*."
Anyway, I was inspired to dig up a few Felda and Pop classics, some scribbled in notebooks or found on putative.pitas.com:
It's a classic... Felda and Pop conversation!
My grandmother is telling my sister and I about a letter to the editor in our local paper that she just wrote about "the problem with US History education." (This conversation included recommendations on how to get letters to the editor published.) You have to understand that my grandmother talks constantly and my grandfather barely talks at all:
My grandmother: "... and Moye [my grandfather] feels even *more* strongly about it than I do."
Me: [turning to my grandfather] "Is that true?"
My grandmother: [without missing a beat] "Oh, yes!"
Pop: [smiles, remains silent]
My mom told a story about having her rights read to her after a car accident; my grandfather said that this used to happen to him all the time.
Me: "Have you really had your rights read to you?"
Pop: "Sure, yeah."
Me: "What for?"
Pop: [brief, thoughtful pause] "Oh, everything."
My grandmother often says wonderful things in her drawly Georgia accent, like, “His mother’s gonna have to really ride herd on *him*” (referring to a rowdy kid) or “Hey, Jeanne, when Brent offered me a drink... was there some bourbon involved with that?” She also recently talked about putting "aloe and vera" on her ankle.
Felda complaining about the picture on her new driver's license: "If that's me, I must be 150 years old." She is 80.
Felda, on what I called the "You *jerk*" school of self-pity, talking about some neck pain she was having: "You know, Moye [my grandfather] is *so good* to me, but sometimes I get so discouraged. Then I say to myself, 'You *jerk*, what about those people who can't get out of the house at all?'"
We're up and down First Avenue constantly, so we're always getting hit up by people canvassing for donations (i.e., human spam). PSBJ just had a story on a new list released by the WA Secretary of State, which rates how much fund-raising companies return to the charities who hired them to solicit donations.
This statistic is a real gem:
The report often raises eyebrows as some fundraisers return only a small fraction of what they raise to their clients — some even charge a greater fee than what they actually raise in donations. But I am going to go out on a limb and say that if consumers want to hold anyone accountable for the firms with low return rates, I suggest starting with the charities that hire them.
For example, the American Civil Liberties Union, Amnesty International, the Sierra Club, Planned Parenthood, the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals and others hired Boston-based Grassroots Campaigns Inc. to go door to door and ask people on the street for money. The strategy is known as canvassing historically has a low success rate, but no doubt you have been asked at some point this holiday season “Hey, got a minutes for ______?” In 2009, Grassroots raised more than $934,000 but returned only $67,00 to clients, or about 8 percent.