Horrible pun alert. Sorry, folks!
I.C.A.D. day 4 — Elephant Mailbox
Joy Riner Taylor
What a tumultuous year it has been. Karen died. Betty K died. Denise and I broke up. I gave two weeks’ notice at work and then moved to Phoenix. Dorine died. Anne Meara died. B.B. King died. I lost about fifteen pounds. And Bruce is now Caitlyn.
But one bright spot is that I now have a genuine, just-like-high-school Steady Girlfriend. Her name is the title, and acrostic, of this sonnet. And here’s a shout-out to Judith Lynne Cameron, my Aunt Judy, who as long ago as March suggested I write Joy a poem. This is it!
Joy Riner Taylor
Just asked this Glendale girl if she’d go Steady
O what a thrill ’twas when she answered Yes
You see, she’s fun as handfuls of confetti
Religious yet unjudging–I confess
I want to go to church with her, but fear it
Not due to Hellfire–rather to embarrassment
Ecclesiates ROCKS, and in its spirit
Religion’s nothing new–yet neither’s harassment
Thus courting Joy involves a change of scenery
And serendipitous improvisation
Young love will never see such ever-greenery
LUST is all well & good–still, mere sensation
Omits the richness found if spirits blend
Regard the beauty of this WONDROUS FRIEND.
I.C.A.D. Day 3: Road Map
I.C.A.D. day 2
mr martin scorsese
Today I begin my involvement with the 2015 Index Card A Day Challenge with an appreciation of Martin Scorsese, one of the finest moviemakers of all time, 72 years old and just getting started. I wish I had done a Scorsese page while Roger Ebert was still alive; I could have sent it to him and hoped for a reaction. Roger idolized Scorsese and wrote a book about him. Alas, I waited too long…
Keraoke Fanboy, Jaunty Jim Steranko, Comicon in Phoenix
As my friend and event credentials benefactor Russ “Karaoke Fanboy” Kazmierczak and I strolled into the exhibitor’s area of the 2015 Phoenix Comicon, one of the first things we saw was a banner at one of the choicest tables, close to the entryway. On the left side of the banner was the image of the head of a man of indeterminate years, tanned to perfection, with evangelist’s hair and a Gary Player grin. JIM STERANKO was in two lines in italicized caps across the right side.
“Looks like he’s had some work done,” I said to Russ.
“Looks like the BANNER’S had a lot of work done,” Russ replied. And we laughed. Meanwhile, my reaction to the prospect of meeting one of the legends of the comic-book world was setting in.
Jim Steranko, escapist and card sharp, was the writer and penciler of an amazing succession of NICK FURY, AGENT OF S.H.I.E.L.D. segments in the late 60’s. It can be argued that if not for the popularity of those ’60s Nick Furys, Samuel L. Jackson would never have had occasion to put on an eyepatch. Certainly Steranko’s innovative comic-book continuity storytelling, which included movie-storyboarded jump-cuts and psychedelic effects, influenced countless artists. Even Neal Adams, himself a titan of the field, did a DEADMAN panel wherein the energy rays coming up from an abyss, if looked at with the paper almost on its edge, formed the phrase “Hey, a Jim Steranko effect.”
Before I could worry about whether the REAL Steranko was going to show, or a mere salesperson of his, THERE HE WAS, magnificent hair, powder-blue retro/leisure suit, and all. He had placed an array of prints of his artwork on his table. One series was of cheesecake pinups girls, in the tastefully nude Alberto Vargas style, in superhero costume. These were going for $5 each. Bargain!
Russ was urging me to say hello to the man Stan Lee called “Jaunty Jim.” I was a combination of too shy and too afraid to act like a gushing fanboy. So Russ, a calm, poised, NONgushing fanboy, chatted Steranko up a bit, first asking if he’d mind signing the posters he was buying. Steranko put a “Lemme put it to you like this” expression on his face and picked up and pointed to the placard that indicated that his signature bumped up the price $10. (Neither of us had the money; in fact, Russ was using his last few dollars to buy a poster for me, since I was totally broke.) Then Russ handed over the money, all singles, and asked if we could have a picture with him. Steranko demurred, saying his only exception to the no-pictures rule was for gorgeous, hot females. We didn’t qualify.
Now comes the REAL story. Russ Kazmierczak is the creator and life-force of AMAZING ARIZONA COMICS. He’s cranked out at least ten issues of a mix of superhero tales and regional satire involving local bigshots, including Sheriff Joe Arpaio and former Governor Jan Brewer. His first superhero, Speed Cameron, has super-speed, somehow by virtue of the fact that his DNA has been commingled with that of a…speed camera. (Ticketing of speeding drivers via automated motion-capture cameras is a local, and controversial, phenomenon.) Russ uses Arizona as the backdrop of his stories, giving his growing but still tragically small fan-base the thrill of recognition of such locales as the Phoenix Melrose district.
Here’s the man himself, perusing He-Man, one of his favorite superheroes when he was growing up.
And here’s the man himself being interviewed by KTAR radio personalities Mike Russell (in Captain Morgan garb) and Pamela Hughes (a STAR WARS storm trooper, with a probably-unnecessarily modified breastplate). If you were lucky enough to be tuned in to 92.3 at 9:12am on Friday, May 29, you heard Russ more than holding his own against these two.
At Phoenix Comicon 2015 Russ shares booth space with “Ali-Kat’s Curiosities.” He’ll be there all day today, May 30, and tomorrow the 31st as well. So if you’re in downtown Phoenix, and strolling by the Convention Center, any time between now and Sunday evening, I urge you to find your way to Russ’s booth/world. You will see people who have gone to extraordinary lengths to look both good and superheroic, like this chap:
You may well see a local legend of incredible longevity, Dave Pratt, making people dance with his radio ways just as he’s done for the last 30 years. You may even see Steranko, who will be happy to sell you something. But what you’ll tell your grandchildren years hence is that you met and talked to the one and only Karaoke Fanboy, Russ Kazmierczak, Jr.
imperfect circles ii
Index Card A Day warmup twofer
crossroads
crossroads
the trouble with the robert frost
“two roads diverged…” encyclical
is that the two roads are just two.
in real life, it’s so complex:
the crossroads is a dandelion
of three dimensions, maybe more.
some circumstances force a move.
some preferences are imposed.
and fear, that strongarm bully, steals
the will from making wisdom count.
at times a traveler suggests
just with a smile: it’s time to go.
each breath inhaled is choosing life.
each kiss exchanged is choosing love.
each journey says a better place
awaits. but journeys may play false,
with distance that no yardstick tells.
the real journey’s in our heads,
in touching soul-to-soul; in goals
we keep, or not; in choosing words;
in scratching itches till they bleed
then learning that they’re best ignored;
and letting go begins a trek
along a path that must astound.












