well, not wisely

metahatem:

Happy Eid to all! 
عيد سعيد عليكم اجمعين :)

metahatem:

Happy Eid to all! 

عيد سعيد عليكم اجمعين :)

The first Asian American superhero

My first piece for The Guardian! It’s about the Green Turtle, a short-lived 1940’s superhero with an intriguing mystery, which authors Gene Yang and Sonny Liew have recently revived and given an origin story to, in their excellent new graphic novel, The Shadow Hero. Pretty exciting! Read it, share it!

joekeatinge:


nympheline:
This is my favourite bookstore and bookseller in the world. Bar none.
I used to get to Seattle every six months or so, and whenever I visited I always made it a priority to stop in BLMF and ask its keeper what he’d been reading lately. He possessed an inexhaustible memory, a comfortable lack of snobbery, and impeccable taste. The first book he recommended to me, upon listening gravely to my litany of at-the-moment authors (Barbara Kingsolver, James Clavell, Maeve Binchy, Neil Gaiman, Charles DeLint, Anthony Bourdain) was Tipping the Velvet. He also later landed me with Geek Love, Anno Dracula, half the Aubreyad, and more modern Literature-with-a-capital-L than I could carry home.
The next-to-last time I dropped in, I asked if he had any P. G. Wodehouse.
"I have zero Wodehouse," he said, "and here’s why…"
Turned out that some fiend had taken to creeping in every month or so expressly to inquire of any Wodehouse and, once led to the volumes, to buy it all. ALL. Didn’t matter the condition, the edition, or whether he had another just like it in his possession; the villain bought every single P. G. Wodehouse in stock, every single time.
Was he a fan more comprehensive, more truly fanatical than any other I’d heard of, let alone known? Was he virulently anti-Wodehouse, only purchasing the books to keep their wry poison from infecting the impressionable masses? The world may never know.
I didn’t get any Wodehouse then, and I didn’t really feel the lack. I found plenty of other treasures that trip. But here’s one reason why BLMF and its proprietor are my favourite of their kind: that was two years ago, you see. Maybe three. In all that interim, I never planted foot in that bookshop. Never called. Never wrote. And I’m one face out of hundreds of thousands, dear reader; one reader he saw twice a year for three years, then not again for another three.
But I walked in the shop last Friday. Nodded hello.
"Can I help you find anything?" he asked, lifting his head from the phone.
"No, I’m good," I said.
"Wait—hold on a second." He set the phone down, walked ‘round the towers of books balanced precariously on the desk, on the floor, and atop other, only slightly less precarious towers. He jerked his head conspiratorially toward the far end of the shop, led me carefully to a shelf way in the back, removed a tattered stack of mass market paperbacks and motioned me closer to see what they’d been hiding.
Fifteen pristine Wodehouses: crisp, heavy, and—
“Hardcover,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows.
Reader, I bought them all.

File under: Why I Love Independent Book Stores. 

joekeatinge:

nympheline:

This is my favourite bookstore and bookseller in the world. Bar none.

I used to get to Seattle every six months or so, and whenever I visited I always made it a priority to stop in BLMF and ask its keeper what he’d been reading lately. He possessed an inexhaustible memory, a comfortable lack of snobbery, and impeccable taste. The first book he recommended to me, upon listening gravely to my litany of at-the-moment authors (Barbara Kingsolver, James Clavell, Maeve Binchy, Neil Gaiman, Charles DeLint, Anthony Bourdain) was Tipping the Velvet. He also later landed me with Geek Love, Anno Dracula, half the Aubreyad, and more modern Literature-with-a-capital-L than I could carry home.

The next-to-last time I dropped in, I asked if he had any P. G. Wodehouse.

"I have zero Wodehouse," he said, "and here’s why…"

Turned out that some fiend had taken to creeping in every month or so expressly to inquire of any Wodehouse and, once led to the volumes, to buy it all. ALL. Didn’t matter the condition, the edition, or whether he had another just like it in his possession; the villain bought every single P. G. Wodehouse in stock, every single time.

Was he a fan more comprehensive, more truly fanatical than any other I’d heard of, let alone known? Was he virulently anti-Wodehouse, only purchasing the books to keep their wry poison from infecting the impressionable masses? The world may never know.

I didn’t get any Wodehouse then, and I didn’t really feel the lack. I found plenty of other treasures that trip. But here’s one reason why BLMF and its proprietor are my favourite of their kind: that was two years ago, you see. Maybe three. In all that interim, I never planted foot in that bookshop. Never called. Never wrote. And I’m one face out of hundreds of thousands, dear reader; one reader he saw twice a year for three years, then not again for another three.

But I walked in the shop last Friday. Nodded hello.

"Can I help you find anything?" he asked, lifting his head from the phone.

"No, I’m good," I said.

"Wait—hold on a second." He set the phone down, walked ‘round the towers of books balanced precariously on the desk, on the floor, and atop other, only slightly less precarious towers. He jerked his head conspiratorially toward the far end of the shop, led me carefully to a shelf way in the back, removed a tattered stack of mass market paperbacks and motioned me closer to see what they’d been hiding.

Fifteen pristine Wodehouses: crisp, heavy, and—

Hardcover,” he said, and waggled his eyebrows.

Reader, I bought them all.

File under: Why I Love Independent Book Stores. 

My 3 favourite panels from James Stokoe’s Avengers #1, Marvel 100th Anniversary special:

Top: I really like the composition of this one (below)- the moloids attacking inwardly from the left in a wave, almost like a right-directional arrow and Strange, Rogue and Beta Ray Bill forming a repelling triangle. Note how the backgrounds hazier and out of focus, lighter colours, and the figures and foreground sharp and viibrant.

Middle: This one is lovely- Dr Strange, centred (you see what I did there), floating as he draws upon his powers to prepare for what he’s about to do. It invokes a sense of serenity, despite the psychedelic and comsic implications. The softer tone is achieved by breaking up the rays so that they’re not strong solid blocks of colour, and using slightly lighter shades.

Bottom: And my final pick: again the three Avengers centered at the top and everybody else at the bottom- this is almost another triangle shape. Those pops of red I talked about earlier come into play here, as they differentiate Strange, Rogue, and Bill from all else. Also: giant turtle.

Full review here.

mashrou3-ummi:

entanglingbriars:

Things the Israel/Palestine conflict is about

  • Nationalism
  • Racism
  • Colonialism
  • Economics
  • Land use
  • Water

Things the Israel/Palestine conflict is not about

  • Religion

Things the Israel/Palestine conflict is not

  • A conflict

Things it is

  • Settler colonialism
  • Military occupation
  • Genocide

(via borolokerbeti)

dwdesign:

Screen printed poster for Heavy Metal Magazine. Released yesterday by Mondo at San Diego Comic-Con. This Poster was commissioned to promote the future Heavy Metal film.

dwdesign:

Screen printed poster for Heavy Metal Magazine. Released yesterday by Mondo at San Diego Comic-Con. This Poster was commissioned to promote the future Heavy Metal film.