Shit, it's like...hot around here. We have a heat advisory until 8pm, TOMORROW. We're going to be closing a bit early tonight. 5ish instead of 6ish.
Looks like things are heating up for our Canadian customers, as well, but in a different way. You wonder why it takes orders so much longer to ship to Canada then say, England, sometimes? They kind of hold things up at the border.
This out of date piece on the nearby shopping area reminds us of what it once was:
"In a world of shiny, cookie-cutter suburban super-malls, The Rotunda is a breath of fresh city air. Housed on the first floor of a North Baltimore brick building with high ceilings and unique architecture, this cluster of shops and eateries refuses to deteriorate into a Gap-and-Starbucks establishment."
Benn does a recap of our Hampden Community Council Meeting tonight.
Hekemian is quoted by sources as saying, the demographic they are going after with this project is "the newlyweds and the nearly-deads, young couples and empty nesters." And if they're bringing in Outbacks and Starbucks, they're going for the no tasters too. They want to create a development the quality of which can only be found in your average suburban stripmall.
It's just like "Gilmore Girls"! Only without that annoying Lorelei.
This week Benn read All Star Batman & Robin, The Boy Wonder #1 by Frank Miller & Jim Lee: "It's always great when Frank Miller returns to Batman (despite the compromised and somewhat disappointing Dark Knight Strikes Again, it was still more interesting than most other sooperhero comics), a character that he's used to create groundbreaking work. After all, the one-trick pony of Sin City (it's a great one trick, but it still fails to move beyond an exercise in lighting and noir storytelling) has gotten old (or perhaps it's just moved on to a new medium).
Miller's story is coupled by Jim Lee's art, the least offensive artist of the original Image Comics school of illustrators (you know, women with impossibly thin waists, super-long legs, big breasts, plastic-surgery noses, men have muscles that should render them immobile, and everyone's clothes seem shiny and metallic).
Vicki Vale brings a "Sex And The City" quality to this retelling of …
photo by kirk22 We finally have V2 of Make. If you haven't seen it before, it's like Readymade for your gadgets - techy crafting. This issue shows you how to soup up your old Atari, make a robot out of an old mouse, and Podcasting 101.
This week Lauren read Mix Tape by Thurston Moore: "If you grew up in the 80's you probably made at least a few mix tapes. Songs on the radio or from your vast collection of records and cassettes, you made them for the boy you crushed on or your best friend. A cross between an art book and a zine, with tape covers scrawled quickly or beautifully illustrated and songs that you remember or that you will now want to download. CD burners and iTunes have made the mix tape a dinosaur, but the book made me think fondly of the Jesus and Mary Chain and Fugazi mix I made my heavy metal best friend."
The Childrens Bookstore, just five minutes away, is having their usual blow out Harry Potter event, with refreshments, contests, singing and sorting (which house do you think you'd get into?)on the 15th, 10:30pm to midnight.
For those of you who'd rather sleep through the night, Breathe Books, down the street, is offering a Harry Potter Brunch on the 16th. They'll read from the new book, have a costume contest and games. The first 30 people to sign up for the party will receive 15% off.
Washington CityPaper laments the invasion of literary writers into the music writing scene, and the end of music criticism:
All of these literati attempts at criticism don't signal undue influence by culture-studies departments everywhere. Nor do they suggest that today's novelists and memoir-slingers are hipper than their predecessors. No, they point to the fact that real rock critics are fighting for space and that informed opinions are underpaid and underutilized in mainstream media outlets. They mean that criticism has become cameo-stunt casting...
Aside from the narcissistic prose, these authors share with Eggers a lack of desire to engage with any culture outside their own alt-pop, college-rock, new-folk, Time-Life-classics orbit.
Isn't "narcissistic prose" synonymous with music writing?
"It's huge," says Wishnow, "the fall of the rock critic as celebrity that we used to know - the Greil Marcus, the Chuck Eddy, the Christgau. Peer opinion and…
We'll also have several new books for sale, including The Comics Journal #269 (the "Shouju Manga" issue), Jordan Crane's The Clouds Above, The Complete Crumb Comics Vol. 17, Ivan Brunetti's Haw! and Hee!, Mome Vol. 1, Love & Rockets #14, Michael Kupperman's Tales Designed to Thrizzle #1, and the limited hardcover Krazy & Ignatz 1925-1934. Some come check 'em out (though, as always, we encourage you to support your local retailer -- all of these books will be in stores shortly after Comic-Con!)!
And check out Atomic Books...home to "Literary Finds for Mutated Minds." "That's where I get all my fan mail, so people don't have my address," [John] Waters says. "It's a great store -- they have extreme books of all types!" The store keeps a supply of books autographed by Waters, along with lots of postcards and offerings from local novelists, poets and comic book artists such as Emily Flake, whose "Lulu Eightball" strips for the Baltimore and Washington City Papers have been collected in the first book published by Atomic Book Co.; she'll have a book signing there Aug. 6.
This week Benn read Me No Like by Josh Journey-Heinz: "Every so often, we receive a book that looks so cool you immediately pick it up and want to own it, regardless of the interior; Me No Like is this type of book.
Sure the page count is low, sure you can read the book in less than 60 seconds, but it's an handmade art book for only $7. The selling point is Heinz's art mixed with small bits of text. The art has a street stencil feel, and depicts furry primitive beings attacking symbols of capitalism/corporatism/consumerism. Golf courses, the Hard Rock Cafe, and frat houses are just a few of the things he clearly no likes."
Are you like me? Do you get freaked out when people call you instead of email you?
There's just something intrusive and rude about phone calls. It says to me, "Drop what you're doing and pay attention to me." An email is more like a "Hey, read me when you have a second." or "It's ok, you can read this while you're eating lunch."
So when I see Google, Inc on the Caller ID, I'm confused. Couldn't they email me?
And it's a sales call! "Would you like to increase traffic to your site?"
"Well, yeah, but I don't want to pay you for it."
I'm not feeling so up with Google anymore. Telemarketing for an online company seems ...so...pointless.
This week Lauren read Burying Sandwiches by Rob Sato: "I loved the originality of this story. The drawings are amazing, detailed black and whites, the story is dark with moments of humor and a heroine that is easy to relate to. Though there's a literal search for the perfect food, it's about all hungers that we have a hard time filling."
Benn read Bare Foot Riot by Martin Cendreda: "While I'd like to see a regular series from Martin, this sketchbook is a filling hold-me-over. It's fun to see the broad range of styles Martin plays with, and he adds dialogue balloons for many of his characters to make this almost feel like a comic (plus a few pages of comic strips really does the trick too). Sure his stuff is adorable, but this collection shows that on a spectrum of artists, his style often times nestles somewhere between Marc Bell and Gary Basemen. Excellent production, too, with some pages in color, some on different color paper."