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|Written by Eric Reynolds | Filed under miscellany||3 Jun 2008 7:15 AM|
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This story by Luc Sante, "The Book Collection that Devoured My Life," was something all too familiar to me and probably others reading this blog. If, like me, you've actually worried that your book collection could pose a physical threat to your children, you should read this.
He was last seen headed down for the Book Expo in Los Angeles from Seattle. He never showed up at the con. Instead, the guy pictured above was working our booth all weekend. We don't know who he is. If you know Jason and have any information on his whereabouts, please contact Fantagraphics. Here is a recent photo of him from our Christmas party last Dec. (with Jacob Covey on the right):
Animator and cartoonist Gary Leib delivers a short history of Manhattan's Meatpacking District for the NY Times.
UPDATE: Gary was kind enough to send me a few stills from the piece, and also tells me that this animation is the first of four created for the Times. Each piece is about a minute long, and is a very personal take on different parts of NY. The original score is by NY based jazz genius Michael Hashim. So stay tuned to the NYTimes.com for more!
... the more they stay the same. Bryan Lee O'Malley justly eviscerates Tokyopop's new contracts, while Jack Kirby spins.
My pal Jeff Salamon has started a books blog for the Austin American Statesman. It's mostly local literary news, not necessarily much comics talk, but you simply have to love the graphic sig that he created for the top of it:
I enjoyed this interview with IT Crowd creator Graham Lineham. Especially this incredibly flattering quote:
"The thing I'm happiest about is getting lots of Fantagraphics comics onto the set and also lots of Guided By Voices records."
I had to report to jury duty last week, and in the "jury assembly room" that had a large wall of posters for theater and art shows around town. They also had a sheet where you could sign up to reserve a poster when it came down. Only two posters had been reserved, apparently by a hippie who can't spell (I blocked out the guy's last name and phone number):
I tease; the guy had good taste. All the other posters were lame.