Sequential Christmas Spirit
Minus the era where we start only caring about what we can drink, smoke and get in the pants of, I am a life long fan of comics. Yet last year was the first time that comics were among my Christmas gifts. I love comics, and because who they came from I wouldn’t ever part with them, but it got me thinking on how much comics have changed. Let me clarify that ‘comics’ is personal to me, and I try not to associate my own experiences as those reflecting true majority industry trends (an element that I think plagues industry commentary, criticism and opinion). Our passions, even especially if shared, should be personal. They are given magnitude because of that very fact, not because they mimic or ride the current high or whatever the opposite underground sentiment of the day is.
Cataloging Nostalgia in Wishbooks
The holiday seasons is coming up and while I was typing up both of my G.I. JOE-centric posts (Deep Six w/ Killer Whale – Auction Miss! & Big Lob Makes His Move! Yo Joe!) it got me thinking about what has to now be considered a semi-unique experience that kids my age had that probably isn’t as prevalent today, at least in the exact form. I know you can surf the web and find anything on a whim and a click, enlarge, magnify, and even throw it in a gallery or flickr and claim it as your own, but when I think about my childhood and Christmas, catalogs played a big part in the build up. In particular, the Sears Christmas Wish Book.
