Birth Year Readings II

Friday September 28, 2012 was my birthday.

Not a particular milestone, another notch on the belt of time. Though one year ago I started Birth Year Readings…from birthday to birthday I was curious to see how much I read. I did not include all the various articles, blogs I tend to chew on, rather focusing on my three primary food groups: comics books (monthlys and one shots), books (like with no picture…novels to non-fiction) and comic book trades (collections anywhere from 4 issues to 10 or more).

And it turned out to be a crazy experiment.

From September 28, 2011 to September 27, 2012 I read:
486 comic books (monthlys and one shots)

35 books (non-fiction mostly)

99 comic book trades (dagnabbit, had I known I was so close I’d have pushed for 1 more)

Nuty nuts that is. Still let’s do it all over again and see how much I complete by Friday September 27, 2013.

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The Birds: Learn To Look Up

Obviously Birds don’t keep calendars like us hectic humans do instead they sense shifting seasons and take appropriate action.

They have mastered a skill we haven’t possessed for generations: the ability to read the sky. We hardly ever look up.

And though Birds don’t mark occasions like birthdays, anniversaries…there is one day the Birds talk about often.

It was the one day when none of man’s noisy polluting air machines thundered across the sky, shattering silence and disrupting the calm snail’s pace of clouds. It was a warm day, still on the heels of Summer, a great clear day for flying.

Birds have become so used to seeing the noisy metal creatures that to not see them, hear them, feel the warmth of their engines’ wake…what a shock. The humans’ calendar called that day September 11, 2001 but to the Birds, it was a rare day of opportunity.

They once again reclaimed the sky, (didn’t the air seem cleaner?) in fact for many days. Uncertain how long it would last they unfurled wings and coasted on soft breezes, ecstatic to not have to share the sky. Eventually that time, no matter how sweet came to an end.

The metal birds once again populated and dominated the sky. The Birds had to learn how to begrudgingly share…again. Seasons came and went, yet another day like that never came again.

And yet The Birds refuse to forget.


Self-Expression Punk

bubble“Punk gave the pop cultural seal of approval to my efforts at self-expression. We were being told we could do anything, so we did. I still had no girlfriend, but I was learning how to make my fantasies into reality and that was a start.”~Grant Morrison {Supergods: What Masked Vigilantes, Miraculous Mutants, and a Sun God from Smallville Can Teach Us About Being page 172}


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