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Posts tagged ‘as the twig is bent’

Flipped and translated

November 13th, 2018

In a strange bit of synchronicity, Seven Seas recently announced the upcoming release of a Space Battleship Yamato manga collection. I found out about it because a number of thoughtful souls noticed my current Star Blazers obsession and felt obligated to give me a heads-up. During the course of one of these conversations, I brought […]

We must be strong and brave

November 8th, 2018

On an overcast afternoon, some time in 1980, my father picked me up at elementary school and dropped me off at my maternal grandparents’ place. I can’t remember the reason for this break in regular routine, but there did always seem to be some minor crisis going on with my family in those days. The […]

For all the time spent showcasing the scars of past psychic traumas here, I still tread lightly when it comes to the “High Eighties” period. That block of time — roughly spanning 1984 to 1988 — is such a tangle of regret, embarrassment, and pain that anything associated with it dredges up muck better left […]

Return to base

November 1st, 2018

There’s nothing like embarking on a theme month to inspire a host of potential essay topics that have nothing to do with the matter at hand. For eleven months of the year, I flagellate myself trying to come up with marginally workable material. As soon as the Halloween Countdown starts, however, the ideas start coming […]

The Seventies were a time of terror, and I’m not just talking about the fashion styles. The upheavals of the late Sixties ushered in a Strange New Decade of heightened anxiety and an loosening of cultural mores. The face of the looming unknown took a multitude of shapes, with a significant number reflecting those subcurrents […]

A twitter pal recently reminded me of The Devil Bat, a 1940 PRC thriller in which a vengeful scientist (played by Bela Lugosi) uses radioactive aftershave and trained giant bats (played by comically unconvincing puppets) to dispatch folks he believes wronged him. The film is standard “poverty row” fare, a mediocre murder mystery given a […]

I’ve learned over the years that childhood ownership of the Remco monster toys — either the Mego-scale dolls or Star Wars scale figures — conveys membership in a secret cult of Spooky Kids whose interests and practices transcend both space and time. Maura still has hers in our attic somewhere. Also, my maternal grandfather bought […]

In the fall of 1984, my family moved out of our cramped North Woburn apartment and into the other side of my grandparents’ duplex just north of Woburn Center. Lil Bro and I got our own room with bunkbeds and a door and everything. That may not sound like a radical development, but it was […]

Back to Wax #34: Hair and gone

September 4th, 2018

The above photo was taken a year ago, right after I got my iPhone and before everything went to shit. It’s a shot of my grandma’s bathroom, an odd choice of subject material but one with a lot of nostalgic weight tied up in it. The bathroom — the only one in my grandma’s home […]

Bag and bored

August 27th, 2018

During my vacation last week, I got caught up in a twitter conversation with Mike Sterling about our primordial funnybook collecting days. At some point, I mentioned it would make a decent topic for a post, so here we are. Most of these memories have been recounted previously across multiple posts, but never as a […]

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