There’s a Jim Steranko fan group on Facebook, but Steranko himself doesn’t post there. He’s on Twitter.
Duplicitous, Barr None
I am incredulous at what William Barr said on today’s Meet the Press, to promote his book that I will not read. The entire interview with Chuck Todd is worth watching, but this video starts at the point where I realized I was reflexively shaking my head at Barr’s twisted illogic.
Barr says, “I believe the progressive wing of the Democratc party is dangerous for the United States.” Todd almost seemed to stop himself from asking, “more dangerous than an outgoing President inciting a riot to prevent the Constitutionally-mandated transfer of power?”
Steranko Country
Today through May 29, Jim Steranko has an exhibit of his paintings at the Butler Institute of American Art, in Youngstown, Ohio.
I must take strong exception to the curator’s statement that Stan Lee considered Steranko to be “his best,” and “his right-hand man, in a way.” That distinction, without question, belonged to Jack Kirby.
Correction: Wendy Swick is not the curator, she is the Public Relations Coordinator at the museum.
Shouted-Outed
Thanks, Jim Dawson, for the humorous acknowledgement.
Jim has taken up the radio reins on Luxuria Music that he shared for many years with the late Ian Whitcomb.
Ian’s stroke caused a marked change in his voice, as heard in this clip from a few years ago, during a pledge drive. Go to 32:00 minutes to hear my request for my sister Liz, who was delighted to hear this recording.
The Lunch Bunch Box
The gang’s all here! Dr. Paul Armstrong and his wife Betty! Kro-Bar and Lattis! Dr. Roger Fleming! Ranger Brad and the Farmer! The lovely Animala! The Mutant and, of course, that nefarious post-cadaver creation, THE LOST SKELETON OF CADAVRA!
The alluring Animala explains the problem with my name.
Thank you, Animala!
re: Floridaze
Some Kind of Heaven is quite different from what I expected. Unlike the NY Times article, it ignores the conservative politics held by most residents of The Villages. After some very brief historical background, with no axes to grind, the documentary is a focused character study of a few residents.
One of them is a homeless con man, pretending to be a resident and searching for “a nice looking lady with some money” to take him in. Another is the long-suffering wife of a self-medicating, mentally ill man. Then there is the lonely widow from Boston who is having trouble finding her place among the fun-loving retirees.
The Villages in Florida may be America’s biggest retirement community, but it is not unique. I am very familiar with Sun City West in Arizona, and while watching the documentary I felt much of it could have been produced there. Here’s a conversation between the director and a couple living in The Villages.