My Smoking Forklift Operator cosplay, RUINED. are. (at Javits Center)
WE DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, but it seems like every party we’ve attended lately has included tarot card readings, or fortune-telling, or some other kind of vaguely witchy entertainment. Plus, when we moved recently, we were given dried sage to burn by just about everyone we know! — I don’t know about you either, Brooklyn Magazine. Sometimes I think we live in very different Brooklyns. I also don’t know why you keep getting delivered to our apartment. I don’t think either of us subscribed to you?
DiMillo’s Restaurant on a boat in international waters: where there’s always something on the menu for daddy (at Portland, Maine)
Thank you to everyone who has donated and/or spread the word about $826 for 826NYC on 8/26. I wanted to clarify several things!
With all of that said, even if you are a New Yorker who wants to neither volunteer nor donate, you should still sign up for the 826NYC mailing list! It’s only one or two e-mails a month, and in addition to hearing more about great programs you should totally donate or volunteer to support, you’ll also be the first to know about the sweet fundraising events we regularly hold, where you get to support creativity and education in addition to attending unique and exciting events. I went to the very first one of these (and recently stumbled across the infosheet for it and subsequently misplaced it again) back in June 2004, mere weeks before inadvertently moving to an apartment a few blocks away from the center.
So anyway, do at least one of these things! Or more than one! One more time, this is the link to donate. I hope things have been sufficiently clarified.
I appreciate that LoLifes think to flyer my local Rite Aid.
It was after drop-in tutoring and two kids around ten years old hadn’t yet been fetched by their parents. One was an 826 lifer who’s been involved with countless workshops and projects. The other was dragged in sporadically by his parents for maybe a year before his sullen eye-rolling brought an end to the experiment. Maybe it’s not important which was which.
The first kid mentions his hopes of getting a dog for his birthday. Or maybe a cat. Definitely a pet. He would LOVE a pet and turns to the second to ask if he has any pets. Second Kid says no, and when pressed on the issue explains because his mother is allergic to dogs.
The first kid is gobstruck. “WHAT? She’s allergic to DOGS? I’m sorry, but that is STUPID. Dogs are awesome. What kind of messed up person would be ALLERGIC to something so awesome? I don’t know man, your mom is DUMB.”
Second kid has absolutely no response to this, and looks at me pleadingly. I attempt to intervene: “Look First Kid, being allergic to dogs has nothing to do with liking dogs. My mother loves all animals, but she’s allergic to cats and a lot of dogs. She can’t help it, it’s just something that happens.”
First kid is deep in thought. “So like you’re born with allergies?”
"There are people in our community who are… I don’t want to say the word… it’s like when a boy likes a boy or a girl likes a girl."
"You mean people who are gay?"
"YES! Now… I know that being G-A-Y isn’t a big deal, it’s just how some people are born, and it’s not weird, and no one should ever make fun of them for it. I shouldn’t get in trouble for saying this!"
"You haven’t said anything that will get you in trouble, First Kid. And if you’re just stating a fact it’s okay to say gay."
"I don’t want to get in trouble. But like… Second Kid’s mom was just BORN allergic to dogs?"
"Okay, so being allergic to dogs is the same thing as being gay?"
"I mean… yes?"
"Second Kid, I’m sorry I made fun of your Mom for being allergic to dogs. It’s just like she’s gay or something, she’s not stupid."
Second kid begrudgingly accepted the apology, and seconds later his mother came in to pick him up. First kid felt a little bad for being prejudiced against allergic people, but I told him he’s fine. And he is.Beyond watching sullen eight year olds who hate homework growing into high-achieving teenagers who will patiently walk a second grader they barely know through multiplication even if it interrupts their own studies, beyond watching kids discover their hidden love of acting, poetry, claymation, or fashion design, beyond even getting to walk through A SECRET PASSAGE HIDDEN BEHIND A BOOKSHELF multiple times a week, this is why I volunteer at 826NYC and want it to continue to flourish. It’s a safe space for people to ask questions, explore topics, and learn tolerance for people with dog allergies.
Why Image Comics and Creators Need to Stop Demonizing Editors Now -
Embracing the red pen.
I think this article could have used some revising to reflect there are at least four levels of “editorial involvement” at the Marvel/DC level:
I am reasonably certain every single Image book (and indeed, every book published in the world, even self-published ones) have people doing Jobs One and Two. You might have a few hardcore auteurs bristle against Job Two, but they’re few and far between.
Job Three is a necessary task — I wouldn’t even call it a necessary evil, though some might and I can see where they’re coming from — but I honestly don’t see a lot of it evident from most Big Two books, and where I do it’s usually something silly like the Batman Doesn’t Sit business.
Job Four is probably seen as a necessary evil, and is almost certainly where 90% of complaints about editors originate. I think a lot of times this involves shooting the messenger, since the assistant editor on Doctor Strange or Doom Patrol isn’t deciding when a marquee character turns into a [black person/woman/corpse/talking horse]. It’s frustrating as a reader to see stories you enjoy get derailed, so I can only imagine how it feels to the creators. It may be the cost of doing business, but it’s also a completely valid motivation for someone to want to stop doing that business, and to call it “demonizing editors” is wack.