I’ve written previously about my growing interest in and enjoyment of jazz here and here. Since then I’ve added quite a bit to the collection picking up some new albums for musicians I already had, like Art Blakey and Charles Mingus and adding many new jazz artists and groups to the collection. Some of these have become favorites of mine. Charles Mingus’ The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady is nothing short of incredible, a true work of genius. Clifford Brown is great and his work with Art Blakey (possibly my favorite jazz musician) on A Night At Birdland Vol. 1 & 2 is really enjoyable. Pharoah Sanders’ Elevation gets a lot of plays as does Bobby Hutcherson’s Dialogue.
It’s time to get into our time machine that is the wonderful world of digital comics and travel back 39 years to check out another gem of an old comic. This time up it’s Captain America and The Falcon #175:
- Writer: Steve Englehart
- Penciller: Sal Buscema
- Colorist: Petra Goldberg
- Inker: Vince Colletta
- Letterer: Gaspar Saladino, Artie Simek
So as my first “new content” now that I’m back I offer up an answer to this week’s Monday Mixer Challenge from The Latinum Vault. In a Monday mixer you must choose a noun, verb and adjective from the lists provided and use them in a bit of micro-fiction exactly 150 words long. This week I chose the noun slew, the verb ensorcell and the adjective vainglorious. According to Scrivener it’s 150 words.
The Fall of Agashan
The reign of Agashan, Lord of Stars, was a terrible time. A tyrant, Agashan wielded the mightiest of magics in his rise to dominance. He needed no army. Ensorcelled by the sorcerer family member fought family member, neighbor cursed neighbor. Hardened soldiers fell at the wave of his hand. Indeed, when some few of us so-called heroes came to face him on the fields of Talshin he but flicked his wrist and the slew of the land beneath our feet fell us. Toppled and strewn about, we looked up in awe at the sorcerer. Agashan’s power was awesome, indeed, but he had became vainglorious. Too certain of his position, he never saw, while we lay on the ground at his feet, the tiny Gorip, the frogling prince, leap from tall grass to drive an almost invisibly slim blade into the back of his neck, ending his terrible reign forever.
So yeah, this place when quiet for a long time. I’m afraid my blogging, writing, and studying all pretty much died a death over the last however many months. There are REASONS of course, but I’m not going to go into detail on them. Suffice it to say the last 12 months in general haven’t been particularly great ones. Around this time last year I was feeling great and ready to conquer the world. Then, well, this happened. It’s been a lot of ups and downs since then. Good news though: my wife’s further cancer screenings so far have been clean and things have continued to seem very positive on that front. Still though, it hasn’t been the easiest of years. On a few occasions I’ve come onto this blog and stated that I was getting back to normal, but that never really happened.
Now though, it’s almost one year out, a new school semester is starting at my job, and I’m realizing that I really need to stop thinking about everything I need/want to do and start doing. I’m hoping to recapture a little of the energy I had last September. Hopefully I will. Look for more things happening here as I decide what exactly I want to do with this blog and get it more organized and looking the way I want it.
The latest installment of Empire and Animal is now available for reading (for free, as always) over at JukePop Serials. This is the eleventh installment in the overall serial and the third part of the current story “Empire’s Son”.
Also this week, to try and encourage some new reader’s to go and give E&A a try, I’m uploading the first installment of Empire and Animal right here. This chapter was also the first complete E&A story (usually the stories comprise multiple installments). So, I give you:
Salatis and the Dog
Salatis, a messenger boy of the Flesh-Crafters Guild, ran weaving through heavy foot traffic down the sett-paved road. Other busy locals performed their own dances through the street on their way to or from various business. Still other locals were going about more leisurely pursuits, such as shopping or strolling, and avoided the dashing working class with practised sidesteps. Locals were never a problem. They knew how to be a part of the flow of Cesalphas, the largest city in the world. It was visitors who caused problems. They were like rocks in a river, blocking the flow, creating danger and chaos. Salatis was just veering left to avoid one such block in the flow when a hand shot out viper fast and grabbed him by the collar. Continue reading