If you know anything about me, you know I like to make every meal count. So when I head off to a convention, I do my research. And with LoneStarCon 3 right around the corner (hey, when you’re making strategic plans like these, what can I say, August does seem just around the corner), I’ve already scouted out where I want to eat in San Antonio.

First on my hit list—did you know that the Culinary Institute of America, training ground for so many fine chefs, has a branch in San Antonio? And that they operate a restaurant? I had no idea, but it’s called Nao, and I aim to eat there either the Friday or Saturday night of the convention.

That’s their causitas made with purple potato puree and crab above, which I look forward to seeing on a plate in front of me in a few months.

Next up, Bliss, where chef Mark Bliss, considered a San Antonio legend, does his stuff.

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The Boston manhunt is over, and my thoughts continue to be with the victims of the initial blasts, as well as the shootings which followed. I have little to contribute save my sadness. But this tragedy, thanks to social media, does bring to mind another tragedy from exactly 18 years ago …

Assuming we’re not being hoaxed, Dzhokhar A. Tsarnaev, aka suspect #2, had a Twitter account. If real, I’m sure pundits will analyze it the hopes of finding a reason why Tsarnaev took the path he did. I don’t believe they’ll find one there. But what stood out to me (for reasons which will shortly become clear) is that he watched Breaking Bad …

… as well as The Walking Dead …

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I told you Friday about Image Duplicator, an upcoming gallery show in which comic book artists are going back to the sources Roy Lichtenstein used without credit in his paintings and doing new pieces based on the primary images in order to comment on the controversy surrounding the lack of attribution.

I spotted another artistic response today that tickled me.

First, take a look at Roy Lichtenstein’s “I Can See the Whole Room … and There’s Nobody in It!”

That painting, based on a panel by William Overgard from a Steve Roper newspaper strip, sold for $43.2 million November 2011. $43.2 million!

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If you’ve been hanging around here for any length of time, you already know how much I despise Roy Lichtenstein and those who I feel treat comic book artists the same way he did. So I was delighted to learn via Bleeding Cool that UK comic book artists were planning to protest the Lichtenstein exhibition at the Tate Modern with an exhibition of their own.

Image Duplicator is the name of a show which will appear at the Orbital Gallery in Leicester Square from May 16th-31st, gathering together the works of artists commenting on Lichtenstein’s treatment of the original creators he never credited.

Here’s what they’ve been invited to do:

Every interested comic artist (or illustrator, graphic designer or other “commercial artist”) should “re-reappropriate” one of the comic images Lichtenstein used, and rework it, using some of their ‘commercial art’ drawing skills, to warp and twist it into something interesting and original, and in the process to comment on this type of appropriation.

The first response I spotted was by Dave Gibbons, who tackled one of Lichtenstein’s most famous copyings. First, here’s the Lichtenstein, titled “Whaam!”

Before taking a look at what Gibbons did, check out Irv Novick’s original panel from All-American Men of War #89 (Jan.-Feb. 1962).
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Another month has gone by, so I again gather the dreams I’ve been tweeting to see whether they make any more sense en masse than they do individually. During March, I dreamt of Liam Neeson, James Earl Jones, Ernie Kovacs, Eric Northman, Abraham Lincoln, and—as you’ll see if you read below—many others.

MARCH 2013

I dreamt I sat in a ukulele class and looked down to see I was holding a guitar –and only 15 minutes left, so no time to retrieve my uke! 31 Mar

I dreamt I hopped on a beautiful silver rocket bike, but none of the buttons did anything more than make lights flash. I still had to pedal. 31 Mar

I dreamt I happened to be in a parking lot when Obama and a bunch of kids came out, signed a document of their meeting, then left it behind. 30 Mar

I dreamt I was in Vienna, and in order to mock someone who’d betrayed my friends, I sang him a taunting song in German in a theater lobby. 30 Mar

I dreamt a Beastie Boys-like band was about to record one of my songs at an amusement park, and I waited for the limo to take me there. 30 Mar

I dreamt I was doing a final walk-through with a realtor, making sure everything was ready for our buyers to do _their_ final walk-through. 30 Mar

I dreamt I was in the Marvel Bullpen explaining various ways comics artists make it look like it’s raining — Wite-Out, X-Acto blades, etc. 29 Mar

I dreamt I was in charge of wrangling the entire cast of Babylon 5 at a media con — except for Bruce Boxleitner, who refused to show. 29 Mar

I dreamt the Worldcon was being held in Baltimore, and as I wandered the room parties, I kept repeatedly encountering Mary Turzillo. 29 Mar

I dreamt about telomeres, but … I can’t remember in what context. Was I researching them, having mine extended, eating them? Who knows? 28 Mar

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As Irene and I walked south down Chicago’s Michigan Avenue Saturday, I happened to look to the left at just the right moment to spot the Hulk looking back—because this print by artist Doug Bloodworth was hanging in a gallery window.

Here’s a clearer version of the piece, with the image not obscured by the glare of the street lights.

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The first time I saw Carmine Infantino was at my first comic book convention back in 1970. Or so I assume. After all, he was one of the Guests of Honor there. But being for the first time in the presence of my tribe, I was in a daze, so much of that weekend is a muddled explosion of joy, and I don’t specifically remember meeting him.

The last time I saw him was forty years later at the funeral of Mark Hanerfeld, coincidentally the guy without whom I’d never have made it to that first convention. We chatted a bit, mostly about Mark.

I have no great anecdotes to share about the man who drew the first comic book of the Silver Age, and whose work both in that issue and for decades to come imprinted itself on my soul. I wish I did. And you can find the details of his life and plenty of examples of his talent elsewhere.

But I thought the least I could do to say thanks at a time like this was to share his biography as printed in the program book for that 1970 con which changed my life …

… as well as the back cover, which featured his artwork.

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In 1981, I had a commemorative coin minted to celebrate the fifth anniversary of my marriage to Irene Vartanoff. I was working for Psychology Today magazine at the time, where catalogs would continually arrive from manufacturers of merchandising giveaways—key rings, belt buckles, T-shirts, etc.—that could be personalized. And it struck me—why should companies have all the fun?

So I ordered a batch of metal coins incorporating our names, the dates we’d been married, and—here’s the part that tickled me the most—

… the words LEGAL AND TENDER, a description of our marital status that’s also an allusion to the phrase LEGAL TENDER which appears on U.S. currency.

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When we learned a few months back that the National Gallery of Art would be hosting a massive exhibit on the Pre-Raphaelites, we decided that we’d visit there on my birthday. And when Tim Carman’s review of New Big Wong appeared in the Washington Post just a few days before we were set to go, it seemed like serendipity.

The restaurant was within walking distance of the museum, so it seemed like the perfect spot for a birthday feast, especially after reading that it was “a popular destination for bartenders and restaurant employees in the wee hours,” and seeing that Chef José Andrés of the famed minibar had “eaten there over 50 times” and Jeffrey J. Barrientos, also of minibar, had “dined there 100 times that I can remember.”

So after gorging on the Pre-Raphaelites, my wife and son and I walked a half mile north to New Big Wong, where I expected to gorge far less metaphorically. And also, to be wowed.

I was not.

The dishes we ordered resulted in a bifurcated meal, in that my son and I shared the more adventurous Jelly Fish with Pork Loin …

… and Sauteed Duck Tongue with Black Bean Sauce …

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Whenever I tell people that one of the most joyful parts of the George Formby Society convention I attended two weeks ago was the Thrash, they ask me to explain—what the heck’s a Thrash? And though I tell them it’s that part of a concert during which everyone who wants to is welcome to come up en masse to strum a bunch of songs, it’s hard to really convey the fun of it all.

Much easier to simply show you. And so …

If you scroll ahead to 40:06 on the video below, you’ll see a small part of one of the many Thrashes that took place during the weekend.

Now that you’ve experienced a Thrash, make sure you go back to the beginning and watch the video straight through. Lots of great ukulele playing there!

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