I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.
Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.
So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.
Peter Jackson and company have delivered not a teaser, but a full two-and-a-half minute trailer that perfectly marries the tone of The Hobbit to the more familiar epic tone of The Lord of the Rings, and I think I speak for many when I say: Mr. Jackson? Thanks for having us back in Bag End.
That’s what Angela Zhang was doing, and now, she’s $100,000 the richer for it. Also, she can say she’s created a nanoparticle, one that kills cancer, for what that’s worth (Spoiler: It’s worth a lot).
The $100,000 Zhang earned comes with first prize in the Siemens Competition in Math, Science & Technology. Her project, “Design of Image-guided, Photo-thermal Controlled Drug Releasing Multifunctional Nanosystem for the Treatment of Cancer Stem Cells,” was apparently as complex, thorough, and revolutionary as it sounds.
So you’re interested in a geek girl, she’s interested in you, but only one of you is interested comics. You’re not nerdy. You’re not even Almost Nerdy. But you still want to know how to handle it when your girlfriend starts geeking out.
If you’re not willing to embrace the world of comics, you…
It’s December 1st, and once again I’m hanging out the festive holiday decorations. And once again I’ll be featuring 25 days of holiday items but this year it won’t be just Wonder Woman but will include other DC women as well. Each day I’ll post a holiday theme piece featuring a DC women. Could be panels from a comic, a holiday item, or, maybe, as we get to the end some original art from some up and coming artists. And to kick off I have a holiday version of the Trinity.
There is a lot of focus on the LCS when there is a discussion about new comic readers and getting more women reading comics. But the LCS is only part of it — there is another influence that doesn’t get as much attention. Today I have a guest post from someone who in her role as a librarian has been introducing young adults, both boys and girls, to the joy of comics. Pamela Bodziok is a Teen Services Librarian from Western Pennsylvania. In this post she discusses how she selects graphic novels. She also writes about how she brought the new 52 from DC Comics into her library and got her young female patrons reading the titles. Her thoughts follow:
So, true story: my inspiration for becoming a librarian came from Evelyn Carnahan, the plucky adventurer/librarian from Stephen Sommers’s Mummy movies. I was a lifelong lover of books to begin with, and watching Evy made a job at the library look like so much fun. Granted, I expected that I’d encounter far fewer mummies and undead skeletons on the job than she did, but I figured my time as a librarian would give me plenty of pluck-requiring challenges of my own.
Imagine my delight when, shortly after starting my new job as a Teen Services librarian, I discovered another, awesomely inspiring librarian character: Batgirl herself, Barbara Gordon. The role models don’t get much better than that.
I’ve been a comic book fan my whole life — going through a few dry spells, but always coming back to the medium. I love comics. And in my time at my library, I’ve more or less become the de facto Graphic Novel Expert — less, I expect, because of my position as teen librarian, and more simply because I am the biggest comic book fan in the place.
I did rise and run. I learned that I was right and everyone else wrong when I was nine. Buck Rogers arrived on scene that year, and it was instant love. I collected the daily strips, and was madness maddened by them. Friends criticized. Friends made fun. I tore up the Buck Rogers strips. For a month I walked through my fourth-grade classes, stunned and empty. One day I burst into tears, wondering what devastation had happened to me. The answer was: Buck Rogers. He was gone, and life simply wasn’t worth living. The next thought was: Those are not my friends, the ones who got me to tear the strips apart and so tear my own life down the middle; they are my enemies.
I went back to collecting Buck Rogers. My life has been happy ever since. For that was the beginning of my writing science fiction. Since then, I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.