I hope that all who celebrate have a festive, joyous holiday!
Enjoy these vintage Easter cards. Our great-grandparents were really, really weird.
Sexy Easter Bunny is particularly troubling. And … what’s with the chicks and the blimp?
I actually DID form a gang when I was eight or nine years old in rural New York. We called ourselves “The Eagles,” and I was its leader. We claimed a woodlot and its ancient treehouse at the end of the block.
We constantly clashed with another pre-teen gang on the next block. They called themselves “The Skeleton Heads” — apparently being unacquainted with the word “skulls.”
Territory largely swapped hands depending on who happened to be out at the time, and who was inside doing homework.
I am Scarface, in other words.
I got some very nice news today — Iain Muir at Aphelion Magazine told me that the online publication would feature “The Minotaur” in its April issue. I wrote this poem as a tribute to W. H. Auden.
Aphelion is a terrific webzine of science fiction and fantasy, with features, stories and poetry. It’s pure fun, and it’s 100 percent free. Check it out here:
http://www.aphelion-webzine.com/index.html
When my poem appears in April, I’ll post a link.
Thanks, Aphelion!
Been hearing that all my life. This Ives guy must really be bad news.
… and whenever she talks about it, it reminds me of my own black cat of many years ago in New York. His name was Jefferson. Named for Thomas, not George.
Another friend tells me he was a “Russian Blue.” (Because Russians are colorblind.)
You can tell these are old photos because the note on the door reminds you, “Lost! Tonight!” (There is also a campaign sign for my nearly successful Supreme Court run in the early 2000’s.)
“March Midnight Window,” by Eric Robert Nolan
Cold glass.
One white palm against
A March midnight window.
The hour is struck.
In blackness an indistinct
Day is made another.
Clouds seclude the moon.
To those outside,
The lithe, pale “L” of my hand may be
An alabaster letter,
A sign to other sleepless.
Each, in eisegesis,
Divines its meaning in
Their own midnight hearts —
Whether love or loss I do not know.
(c) 2015 Eric Robert Nolan
Hey, horror fans — 4-LAN over at “What I Am Reading” was kind enough to give us a rundown of “Strange Portals,” an intriguing collection of horror fiction. And, as of this writing, the book is for free over at Amazon.
http://thebookmarketingnetwork.com/profiles/blogs/what-i-am-reading-23
[THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE FILM.] Okay, now — this was actually a pretty good movie; I’d give it an 8 out of 10.
And that says a lot coming from me — I gave only a lukewarm response to “Captain America: The First Avenger,” because I thought that film was an overly safe family film that had no depth or suspense, and some awkward fight scenes. I’ve also opined that Captain America is one of the flatter characters on The Avengers’ lineup. And he’s got a simplistic character concept, even by comic book standards (super-soldier serum, anyone?).
But “Winter Soldier” does improve greatly on some various weaknesses of the origin story. The action scenes (my favorite is the highway fight) are very, very good, with well choreographed brawls and suspenseful shootouts that aren’t too hard for the viewer to follow. And the space opera-level climax will definitely give action junkies their money’s worth.
Chris Evans actually is a really good actor, in my estimation. He seems to do a far better job here than in the other Marvel films, and the script gives Cap a depth that lets Evans show a nice range. (And dammit if he doesn’t look the part.) He’s a charismatic lead that lets you more easily buy into the character. And … Robert Redford in a comic book movie?! That’s something I never saw coming. But what a great actor.
My quibbles? There were a couple. (BEWARE – SPOILERS AHEAD.)
1) Cap meets his best friend and (literal) wingman, the superhero Falcon, on a chance encounter after a run around Washington’s Mall? DEUS EX EXERCISE.
2) Winter Soldier is nice and intimidating with his bandit-like costume and metal (vibranium?) arm, and it’s a little unnerving when Captain America’s ostensible equal comes crashing into the scene. But when his mask comes off and he utters one of his few lines of dialogue, he looks and sounds like a slightly dull, soft spoken, 16-year-old boy. He’s utterly nonthreatening.
3) I’ve always been hard to please when it comes to conspiracy storylines. The larger the conspiracy, the less plausible — I refuse to believe that huge numbers of people can keep a secret so big. S.H.I.E.L.D. is an utterly incompetent spy agency if it allowed Hydra to flourish as it did within its upper echelons. Besides, Hydra is made up of weirdo fanatics — nuts like that would have a hard time blending in to a mainstream community.
4) S.H.I.E.L.D. was more fun when it was made up only of good guys. I never watched the TV show, but I rooted for them in the films. It was America’s everyman response to a world of super-beings, and it was sort of the committed underdog.
5) Again, we are never quite sure what Cap’s powers are. He can withstand 15-story falls with no major injury, but apparently isn’t bulletproof.
6) Why on Earth does nobody call The Avengers for help?
But don’t let those minor irks prevent you from checking out this movie. It’s pretty decent.
Comic Book Nerd Trivia — Winter Soldier looks a heck of a lot like an anti-hero named “Nomad” in the mid-1990’s. He teamed up with Daredevil when he went to Las Vegas in the “Dead Man’s Hand” storyline. It’s probably the same character; I am just too lazy to look it up right now.
Well … maybe not, as I am not even certain he’d been born yet when I was in college. But I did a fine job of channeling Christopher Plummer. I was into Sherlock Holmes about 20 years before it was cool.
I believe all that coolness rubbed off from a double-dose of Nate. Pictured here are Nate “The Amazing Nate” Leslie and Nate “The Great Nate” Wade. Nate L. is now a critically acclaimed author and a professor at Northern Virginia Community College. Nate W. is now a public defender in Pima County, Arizona.
In place of hair, I wore a Tribble from the original “Star Trek” series, as was popular at the time.
No one can forget the time when Carroll O’Connor (aka Archie Bunker) stopped by to prepare barbecue for us …
Finally, no Mary Washington College post would be complete without a shot of the legendary Len Ornstein (far left).
Or the mythic James A. Cordone.