October 31, 2007

going out to play

Filed under: mythologies, nyc, glee — Elizabeth @ 10:43 am

kittyIt’s Halloween. I have some work to do, but… it’ll keep. Also, I’ve been working very hard. Also, it’s Halloween.

I’m going into the city! Because I’ve been cooped up too long and the city is Where Things Happen.

I’ll probably go to the West Village. The West Village is a good spot for Halloweenie-watching. You just have to be careful not to get stuck on the wrong side of the parade. The wrong side of the parade is whichever side you DON’T want to get stuck on based on what you want to do next.

Woke up with a dream in my head that will probably turn into an essay about artists. The pencil-wielding kind.

I should probably take a Tarot deck with me. You never know who you’ll run into…

September 24, 2007

make way for monday

Filed under: nyc, comics, et cetera, leland — Elizabeth @ 10:33 am

ducklingsHrm. If weekly updates are all I can manage these days, then weekly updates are all I can manage these days.

To be fair, last week took some unexpected turns, the biggest one being Leland’s trip to the emergency room on Wednesday night. He’s fine now, but as you can imagine, it was a scary affair. Leland has lived with asthma his entire life, but it’s all new to me. And hey, finding my husband in front of our apartment at 10 p.m., wheezing and pissed because he can’t get a cab… well, that’ll get my dander up.

They saw us almost on the spot. That’s what really got me. A 15 minute emergency room wait in Brooklyn? Must’ve been an emergency.

We followed it up the next day with a trip to the doctor, who took good care of us and loaded us up with supplies. I liked him. He even had notes on me in Leland’s files. “‘Wife is a knitter.’ Do you still knit?” A thank-you note and perhaps an offer of copywriting might be in order.

We treated ourselves to a trip to Argosy when it was all over. Bought Ms. Nesbit’s collection of Shakespeare for children.

What else? A grand party with the Entelechy Girls and friends on Saturday. Reading MAKE WAY FOR DUCKLINGS to little Evie and her friend Lucy. Made me smile. My father read Robert McCloskey books to me all the time when I was three and a half. I, in turn, would read them to my mother.

Other than that, just working and more working. Tagged along to Deep 6 yesterday and spent 4 hours plotting my next comics project. And I actually got it done! Haha! Who says I can’t write with crazy cartoonists in the room? I can’t really write in a room full of cartoonists talking to one another. But I can plot, apparently.

Anyone else catch the first part of the new Ken Burns documentary last night?

September 17, 2007

from under the cupcakes

Filed under: nyc, cupcakes — Elizabeth @ 10:52 pm

Back to work after a fairly active weekend.

1. Went to the Cupcakes Take The Cake Meetup at Baked. Now, Sugar Sweet Sunshine cupcakes are my personal favorites of the many cupcakes to be had in this city so far, but I have to say, Baked comes in at a very close #2. Two words: moistness and frosting. Ok, four more: melt-in-your-mouth. Crazy. Erin from NYU has more (including an adorable picture of Rachel).

Also, I have discovered that Red Hook is a simple bus ride from the Smith & 9th Street station. This could be trouble.

2. They turned the Beard St. Warehouse (ok, part of it) into a Fairway. Now, this is not news, but it’s been a while since I’ve been out there… probably something like two years, when I took reference shots for Dash for WEIRD SISTER. It is crazy how time flies. (These were taken about a month before the others — I remember that day, it was so much fun.)

I guess a crotchety part of me wants to hate the Fairway, but I can’t. It’s huge. It has a faint-worthy produce section. It’s reasonably priced. They didn’t completely destroy the building.

Oh yeah, and I picked up something incredibly dangerous. It’s called S’more trail mix. Hide the children.

3. Brooklyn Book Festival was yesterday. How cool is this? It reminded me of the good ‘ol New York Is Book Country, which I will miss forever and ever. Met Melissa Marr (woo!), marveled at Sharyn’s outfit from afar (those boots, I tell ya!) and just generally had a lovely time talking to book folk. You know what? Books make people happy. They make me happy. This is great.

Also ran into Ayun Halliday, whom I haven’t seen in ages, and she remembered me, which was just so darn nice I can’t even tell you how nice it was. “I can’t stop doing Inky,” she said. “It’s just such a nice break from the books and the other stuff.”

Now, does that, or does that not, set me to thinking? To longing? To stroking my chin and pondering World Fantasy zine makin’ thoughts? The theme is ghosts, after all. Call me a monkey’s uncle, but I think I have a ghost story up my sleeve somewhere.

(”You have comics to finish, young lady.” “Yes, Mom.”)

4. After the bookin’ and the socializin’ was done, we headed on over to our old haunt, Pete’s Waterfront Ale House, for my all-time favorite sammich, the Pete’s Waterfront Ale House Santa Fe Chicken Wrap. A perfect ending.

This whole “being social” and “get out of the house” craziness is kinda nice, I have to admit.

August 10, 2007

tornado? what tornado?

Filed under: nyc, folks, et cetera — Elizabeth @ 11:42 am

And a week passes between updates! Woo hoo!

I think I slept through that tornado or something - my only experience of it has been the aftermath. There’s a picture on Kris’ blog of a downed tree. Kris lives only a neighborhood or so away. Leland tells me someone else lost their roof. We’re all good here and have a roof over our heads, still. Thanks, Lady!

Speaking of Kris, she’s going on vacation and has asked me to provide a guest blogging post, which I whipped up for her yesterday. It’s a how-to on connecting with your muses, of which I have many! I’m pleased with how it came out and it was fun writing a piece like that (which I haven’t done in a while).

I have other writing crap to mention but this place has felt like a pimpfest lately, and I hate that. So I’ll wait ’til I get actual copies of things in my hands.

On Sunday we’re heading up to Maine yet again, this time to fetch the last of the things I want to keep before my parents sell the house. Who knows when that will actually be - they’ve been saying “two years” for a little while now, but on the other hand… we’ve had 5 deaths (yep, three more that I haven’t mentioned here) in our immediate circle since April. It might be time to stop and smell the roses. So I need to clear out what remains of my stuff, which is… a lot. I bought a lot of books back then, too, and many of them are still in my closet. But I think I’m just going to let them go. They’ve been out-of-sight, out-of-mind for years now, and I already fetched the folkloric tomes, such as the copy of Italo Calvino’s ITALIAN FOLKTALES that I shamelessly stole from Orono High School. I stole Iona & Peter Opie’s CLASSIC FAIRY TALES too. (Well, okay… I guess it’s not stealing when you tell Mr. Blair that you’re doing it. But still!)

Wait… wait… hold the phone… I think my impressive collection of Time-Life’s “Mysteries of the Unknown” series are still there. I may have to make an exception… (hold the phone pt. 2… check it!)

We shall see. What I really care about is all the paper: old journals, scrapbooks, tons of notes and handmade things from Bee, and wobbly, towering pile of poems (not mine), spelling tests, reading lists and jibba-jabba from high school English classes. Sandy and Mr. Blair always gave out the good stuff. And it’s big fun to go through it now and rediscover what I totally forgot about and yet, looking from here, has so obviously wormed its way into my psyche. Like I’m holding a piece of paper going, “Whoa… I am so all over this.”

Bee culled her end of the mementos ages ago. She says her rule was, “If I couldn’t remember it, I threw it out.” Good rule of thumb. I don’t know if I’m going to have the strength (or time, really) to do all that while we’re there, plus it might be a little less traumatic to handle that part of it in Brooklyn.

I guess it’s so important to me because it’s a direct link to a teenager’s brain. Yes, my journals from back then are waaay over-the-top melodramatic (ooo! here’s an idea: cringe reading night). The trick is to read between the lines. I think I’m pretty good at that. Then again, it’s my own lines we’re talking about. We shall see.

I never throw journals away, though. Never.

My records, I’m sorry to say, will be staying behind. I gotta be strong on that one. I may just take a picture of them, though.

March 30, 2007

“if it’s not scottish, it’s crap!”

Filed under: nyc — Elizabeth @ 12:07 am

Just a friendly reminder that Tartan Week is just around the corner. Leland was accosted by the setup in Grand Central Terminal this afternoon. I think we might have to get out to the parade this year… anyone up for it?

tartans

Speaking of reminders, Leland reminds me that I’m a Celt now. With the name and everything.

I’ve married into the clan… crazy.

March 23, 2007

exhuming houdini

Filed under: reading, nyc, et cetera — Elizabeth @ 10:49 am

houdini4This might be the most bizarre thing I’ve seen lately: digging up Harry to find out if he’d been poisoned.

Makes perfect sense, actually. The Great Houdini cut down by a couple of punches? Come on. The dude had quite the six-pack, even if he was in his 50’s. (He meticulously built his own physique to facilitate things like being buried alive.)

The book mentioned in the article really is the best biography of Houdini that I’ve ever read… and I’m not even done with it. Murder isn’t the only bone for conspiracy theorists in the book — apparently, Harry was a spy, too (don’t worry, it was for the good guys).

Again, no surprise there.

Houdini kin wants body exhumed, tested

By LARRY McSHANE, Associated Press WriterThu Mar 22, 7:36 PM ET

houdinidudeFor all his death-defying stunts, Harry Houdini couldn’t escape the Grim Reaper: He died on Halloween 1926, apparently from a punch to the stomach that ruptured his appendix. But rumors that he was murdered have persisted for decades. Eighty-one years after Houdini’s death, his great-nephew wants the escape artist’s body exhumed to determine if enemies poisoned him for debunking their bogus claims of contact with the dead.

“It needs to be looked at,” George Hardeen told The Associated Press. “His death shocked the entire nation, if not the world. Now, maybe it’s time to take a second look.”

Houdini’s family scheduled a news conference for Friday to give details on the plans. Prominent New York lawyer Joseph Tacopina is helping clear any legal hurdles to the exhumation.

A team of top forensic investigators would conduct new tests on Houdini’s body, said Hardeen, whose grandfather was Houdini’s brother.

The circumstances surrounding Houdini’s sudden death are as murky as the rivers where he often escaped from chains, locks and wooden boxes.

The generally accepted version was that Houdini, 52, suffered a ruptured appendix from a punch in the stomach, leading to a fatal case of peritonitis. But no autopsy was performed.

When the death certificate was filed on Nov. 20, 1926, Houdini’s body — brought by train from Detroit to Manhattan — had already been buried in Queens, along with any evidence of a possible death plot.

Within days, a newspaper headline wondered, “Was Houdini Murdered?”

A 2006 biography, “The Secret Life of Houdini,” raised the issue again and convinced some that he might have been poisoned, including George Hardeen, who lives in Arizona and is the chief spokesman for the president of the Navajo Nation.

The likeliest murder suspects were members of a group known as the Spiritualists. The magician devoted large portions of his stage show to exposing the group’s fraudulent seances. The movement’s devotees included Sherlock Holmes author Arthur Conan Doyle.

In the Houdini biography, authors William Kalush and Larry Sloman detail a November 1924 letter in which Doyle said Houdini would “get his just desserts very exactly meted out … I think there is a general payday coming soon.”

Two years later, Houdini — by all accounts a man in extraordinary physical shape — was dead. Kalush and Sloman say that “the Spiritualist underworld’s modus operandi in cases like this was often poisoning” — possibly arsenic, which could be detected decades later.

The authors also suggest that Houdini might have been poisoned by “an experimental serum” injected by one of his doctors at Detroit’s Grace Hospital.

Houdini took the Spiritualists’ death threats seriously, but he traveled without security, often accompanied only by his wife, Bess.

“If someone were hell-bent on poisoning Houdini,” the authors wrote, “it wouldn’t have been very difficult.”

The team working on the exhumation includes internationally known forensic pathologist Dr. Michael Baden and professor James Starrs, a forensic pathologist who has studied the disinterred remains of gunslinger Jesse James and “Boston Strangler” Albert DeSalvo.

Baden, who chaired panels reinvestigating the deaths of President John F. Kennedy and civil rights leader Martin Luther King Jr., pointed out a pair of oddities in Houdini’s death certificate: It noted his appendix was on the left side, rather than the right. And the diagnosis of appendicitis caused by a punch was “very unusual.”

Starrs said he was long familiar with the story of Houdini’s death, and believed the fatal injury was the result of an accident until he read the Houdini biography.

“My eyebrows went up when I read this book,” Starrs said. “I thought, `This is really startling, surprising and unsettling, and at bottom, suspicious in nature.’”

The exhumation plan received support from a surprising source: Anna Thurlow, the great-granddaughter of “medium” Margery, whose husband Dr. Le Roi Crandon was one of the Spiritualist movement’s biggest proponents — and one of Houdini’s enemies.

During a 1924 “seance,” Margery channeled a “spirit” named Walter who greeted Houdini with a threat: “I put a curse on you now that will follow you every day for the rest of your short life.”

“With people that delusional, you have to question what they’re capable of,’” Thurlow said. “If there’s any circumstantial evidence that Houdini was poisoned, we have to explore that.”

(apologies for the length; Wordpress doesn’t cut nicely like LJ does.)

January 23, 2007

new york blogs

Filed under: nyc — Elizabeth @ 11:13 am

nydailyphoto One of the things I’m looking forward to as a freelancer is having a snidge more time for things like New York City blogs. I’m probably not going to ever be able to keep up with the posting insanity that is, say, Gothamist, but there are a bunch of others that keep it to a very reasonable one or two posts a day. My latest favorite of these is New York Daily Photo, which is pretty much exactly as it sounds, plus just enough commentary with each photo to send you running to Google.

They recently featured Colossal Media in one of their posts. These folks are keeping the art of ginormous wall murals alive — how cool is that? With so much of New York crumbling or being actively stalked and killed by developers and places like Pottery Barn, it’s nice to see a move in the other direction.

I was in San Francisco this weekend and got to marvel a bit at how that which is old is left alone, at least where I was. Got to stop by City Lights bookstore and the Beat Museum. There was a reading going on at the latter, though I couldn’t see who it was because the reading was in the museum proper and I didn’t have time to make the entrance fee worthwhile. So I bought a book from the sleeping cashier instead. (Or maybe she was just tranced out to the sound of the poet’s voice.)

Speaking of books, I am plotting my Endicott return and have picked up some books for review. Sweet!

I have just a few San Francisco shots in my photostream.

January 11, 2007

the good doctor

Filed under: raving, nyc, et cetera — Elizabeth @ 4:49 pm

Look closer:

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Closer…

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The quote appears to be a snidge inexact, but, y’know.

November 7, 2006

mythic beasts at amnh

Filed under: mythologies, nyc, et cetera — Elizabeth @ 9:37 am

Ooo:

Mythic Beasts @ the American Museum of Natural History

MYTHIC BEASTS

May 2007–January 2008

TRACK THE ORIGINS OF LEGENDARY CREATURES INCLUDING DRAGONS, UNICORNS, MERMAIDS, AND SEA SERPENTS

The myth of the Cyclops may have been fueled by fossil discoveries. Ancient Greeks who uncovered the skulls of dwarf prehistoric elephants on Mediterranean islands may have mistaken the central nasal cavity—where the trunk was attached—for a single eye socket, that suggested one-eyed giants had once roamed the land.
© AMNH / Denis Finnin

Mythic Beasts, an enchanting exhibition that traces the cultural and natural history roots of some of the world’s most enduring mythological creatures for the first time, is scheduled to open in May 2007. Legendary beasts of land, sea, and air such as dragons, griffins, mermaids, sea serpents, and unicorns are highlighted in this major exhibition scheduled to remain on view through January 2008, after which it will travel to other venues.

For thousands of years, fantastical creatures have been embedded in the human experience through legends and fables, ancient art, and even in the accounts of early naturalists. Mythic Beasts will include spectacular sculptures, paintings, and textiles, along with a number of cultural objects ranging from medieval tapestries to shadow puppets to ceremonial masks and helmets from around the world which will bring to light surprising similarities as well as differences in the ways peoples around the world have envisioned and depicted these strange and wonderful creatures.

October 5, 2006

socializing

Filed under: nyc, folks — Elizabeth @ 2:54 pm

Getting out and about these next few days. The chill was in the air this morning… that kind of chill that says that it’s gonna stay chilly and that summer is gone for good. They don’t call Samhain “summer’s end” for nothing! Er… or something like that.

1. We’ll meet James Owen for the first time at Books of Wonder this evening. He’s there for a signing for the release of HERE, THERE BE DRAGONS along with Scott Westerfeld (whose books I really, really need to read) and Endicott sweethearts Ellen Kushner and Delia Sherman. Delia has a sounds-absolutely-amazing new book out entitled CHANGELING and Ellen, of course, has THE PRIVILEGE OF THE SWORD — two more that I really, really need to read.

2. My best girl, Bee, will be here this weekend. In between peanut butter and shopping for boots, you’ll find us way the heck uptown, tearing into turkey legs at the annual Medieval Festival in Fort Tryon Park. Huzzah!

Waiting to see if Boorman will have pages for Chemset today. Will let you know as soon as I do. Have I ever mentioned that Zoe is slightly based on Ellen Kushner?

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