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Reading Rainbow

I love books. Not just for the words inside, but the way they smell, the way they look on a shelf, the way they sit in your hand… I love old books with illustrations that speak to a different era and new books that use the latest laminating techniques for eye catching covers. Books are pretty great.

Through my teenage years and into my twenties, I never once checked out a library book – why would I need to when I had a veritable library at my fingertips at the bookstore where I worked? As it was a used bookstore, I was allowed to borrow, but I usually bought them anyway. By the time I graduated from college and left retail, amazon.com had trained me on a new way of satisfying my reading itch, sans shipping and sales tax. Working in publishing, even more books came my way – both ones I worked on and the comp copies sent from friends at other companies. It’s only when I moved—eight times in as many years—and had to cart those 20+ boxes of my prized collection, that I regretted my bibliophilia.

A few months ago, I finally swore off buying books impulsively and joined the 21st century by getting a library card. (Seeing as I live within 3 blocks of the San Francisco public library, I no longer had an excuse not to). So much has changed since I was pudgy and wee and checking out books about mice on motorcycles and vampire bunnies. Did you know that you can browse the card catalog…online?! And what more, they’ll even pull the books and have them sitting at the counter all wrapped up for you and ready to go. I know! It’s like all this time, it’s been Max Keebler day and nobody told me!

So far I’ve caught up on Kim Stanley Robinson, saved myself $20 a pop by borrowing the latest from Paul Auster and Murakami, learned about the wonders of tulips and the evils of corn courtesy of Michael Pollan, read about gold farmers, Hadals of the subcontinent, Yzordderrex and expats. On queue, I’ve got Stephenson sci-fi, Sweedish noir and some T.C. Boyle I skipped before.

The freedom offered by a library—no cost, no commitment, virtually no limits—is both exhilarating and intimidating. I’ll discover a hundred new bands in a year and see as many films and I feel pretty well informed about both, but books? As much as I love them, when it comes to reading, I’m still such a novice.

I don’t really have any point to make today—rather, I need to flex my blogging muscles just a little (as I’ve been flexing my poor legs trying to get back into jogging) before I lose all momentum. Consider this a warm up for what will hopefully be a more substantial posting in the next day or two.

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A Sensible Endeavor

My obsession with Star Wars action figures probably began on Christmas 1981, or at least that holiday yielded the first photographic evidence. Looking at 4 ½ year old me, sitting by the tree with my AT-ST walker and Hoth playset, cherubic cheeks aglow, it seemed like such an innocent hobby, and for the next 5 years or so, it would be. It wasn’t until some years later, when I found myself flush with cash from part time bookselling, that the playthings of my youth transformed from toys to commodities.

Stage 1: Take Stock of Current Holdings
Like any sensible kid, when I received an action figure in my youth, I’d rip open the packaging and toss it, take the figure down to the creek on a makeshift zipline, sink it in some “quicksand” mud, and lose any weapons or accessories in the process. In spite of this, I still had some 40 or so action figures (with about 10 blasters between them), but with all the dings and wobbly limbs, these weren’t exactly museum quality. My vehicles looked worse than Luke’s X-Wing when he lifted it out of the swamp. Still, these toys were pushing 15 years old! Surely they were still valuable? After ordering Steve Sansweet’s collector’s guide (2nd edition!) I ran the numbers. Sentimental value: priceless. Collector Value: around $200.

Stage 2: Make a Fresh Start
$6 an hour, 15 hours a week–no rent, no car, no interest in clothes (and no sense to save for college)–I was rich! If I was going to be serious about Star Wars collecting, then nickel and diming it with those sad little played-with pieces was going to have to go. It was time to start tracking down the “MOCs” and “MIBs,” unopened toys kept away from kids by savvy collectors or retailer screw-ups. That’s where the REAL money is. Empowered by my 14.4 modem and an AOL account, I soon found sellers willing to part with vintage “12 Backs” and Sears exclusives. I learned about the bargains to be had with tri-language packaging, and the importance of checking the material of your Jawa’s cape. For my first purchase, I ordered a MOC Yoda with the original Empire Strikes Back packaging – and for the modest cost of a month’s work. It wouldn’t be long until I had amassed a collection any future child of mine would be proud to inherit.

Stage 3: Reality Sinks In
After about a year of collecting, I had managed to track down a 12-Back Princess Leia (pristine card, but a slight crack in the blister, alas), a Power of the Force Obi Wan, a MIB Max Rebo Band set (something I coveted but never got in my youth) and a mail-away Anakin figure still in baggie. A fine start, but it was growing too slowly to sustain my compulsive collecting bug. Around this time, I started second guessing the soundness of Star Wars toys as an investment. There were just too many variables…

Stage 4: A New Hope
Then it hit me. Rather than try to collect one of each of the hundreds of Star Wars toys out there, what if I instead focused on collecting a single one. I’d have to pick something with low demand so I could get a lot of them for cheap, then keep buying them and taking them off the market. Eventually, people would catch on to the sudden scarcity of this figure, and I’d be sitting on a goldmine! It was a brilliant plan, totally without flaws. First I had to pick a figure to take the starring role in my market fixing adventure. It was an easy choice—I went with the Wampa. You remember, that yeti thing that tries to munch on Luke in the beginning of Empire? Now it was time to corner the market on the things. Mint-in-Box, loose, C7-C10 – I wanted them all. Hitting the usual channels, I managed to get two with packaging (one opened, one not) and a couple more loose. Nothing could stop me now!

Stage 5: Denial
I don’t know if it was common sense of the limitations of a pre-ebay internet that cut my endeavor short. For whatever reason, I never went beyond those first four Wampas. Scanning ebay now, I see that my efforts did little to skew the market value of the snow beasts, as a dozen auctions list the figure loose for 99 cents (ouch! I was paying $20, 13 years ago). The fateful four are currently living under my grandma’s house, where the carefully preserved packages have probably turned soggy with mildew, which when you think about it, does more to increase their rarity than my hoarding them in a safe, dry closet ever would have done.

I went through several more collecting obsessions, including signed first editions of Hugo/Nebula winning sci-fi and Batman animation cels before I managed to cast off the bug, but that is another story and will be told at another time.

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Comic-Can’t

Comic-Con International starts today, and for the first time in 9 years, I won’t be attending. This will be the first summer since I left college that I won’t be sitting industry panels about manga or standing around the Tokyopop booth handing out bags or waiting in line to see the latest DC superhero cartoon premier. But you know what… I don’t really miss it. I am sad that I won’t get to meet up with friends I’ve made through work over the years who I only get to see at San Diego, but as for the show itself, this is an overdue break. Not only am I glad to skip out on the crowds and hype, but I welcome a chance to distance myself from the manga world and reflect on my career and priorities.

After 5 years at Tokyopop and 4 years freelancing with Viz, GoComi, CMX, and even a tad of Seven Seas, it’s hard to let go of manga. I’ve spent so much time following the industry moves and fan opinions, I’ve tried to stay abreast of tastes and trends – it’s hard for me to believe that manga has been part of my daily routine for almost a decade. I still comment on my favorite blogs, and from time to time still do interviews and articles (like this one posted on Newsarama a couple days ago), but increasingly I wonder – do I really have anything to say, or is it just habit?

In writing Return to Labyrinth, I am certainly influenced by my exposure to and admiration for manga, especially when it comes to melodrama (this comes out even more in volume 3 than previous volumes, I think you’ll find). Manga sites occasionally cover the books, as publisher Tokyopop has historically insisted that everything it puts out is manga, and I am grateful for the coverage. At the end of the day, though, RTL isn’t really part of the manga sea, so there’s no reason for it alone to anchor me there. I used to edit/adapt 4+ manga series at any given time, but now I’m down to just 1 (Fullmetal Alchemist) – hardly the active resume of an industry insider.

So this year, while my old colleagues and friends talk about bursting manga bubbles or debate the anthology model or pontificate on the impact of Borders’ financial woes, I’m going to spend this Comic-Con weekend at home and turn off my industry news feeds. Maybe I’ll reopen the crate of 50,000 LEGO bricks that I dragged out of my Grandma’s basement last week – bricks that have gone unplayed with since I first joined Tokyopop. Perhaps I’ll be responsible and get cracking on the final volume of Return to Labyrinth! In any case, it’s nice to know that I can shut my eyes and ears to manga for a week and the world will keep on turnin’.

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Brick Habit: Obsession

I don’t remember my first LEGO set — it was probably from the Space or Castle lines — but in the two and half decades that followed, I’ve had an intense on-again, off-again relationship with the perfect plastic bricks. Some of my fondest memories of my youth involve building modular space ships with out of LEGO bricks with my then best friend Richard, outfitting our crew with the latest in LEGO weaponry, then taking the crafts on expeditions to alien worlds (alien worlds being found in abundance in the park behind Richard’s house). In sixth grade, when most of my peers wanted nothing to do with toys, all I wanted for Christmas (besides the NES I had been denied for two years running), was the Black Seas Barracuda, scourge of the LEGO Caribbean. It was the biggest and greatest LEGO set I’d built to date. It’s glorious hull would go on to serve as the foundation for my space pirate flagship and the base of Captain Nemo’s Nautilus (visual aid for a book report, no less). The next year I got the very same LEGO set for Christmas again (Mo- SANTA had a lousy memory), but, fool that I was, I traded it in for credit towards a Game Gear. Once I entered high school, my bricks went back into the closet for most of the year as I learned to appreciate “grown up” pursuits like collecting McFarlane action figures and Magic the Gathering cards, but upon graduation, when I found myself sticking around town at the community college when most of my friends went off to their far-flung universities, I rediscovered LEGO and fell for the bricks harder than ever.

Uninspired by school and uninterested in the social activities an 18-year-old was supposed to be into, I spent most of my free time playing obscure RPGS and watching old movies. Through the former activity I became good friends with Jack, a kid a grade behind me who been a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend since first grade, who for some reason I’d never talked to before. When I visited his house, he had on display various LEGO recreations of Robotech and Star Wars vehicles. His technical mastery of building inspired me to break out my bricks, and soon Jack and I were coordinating our building efforts, building bigger and better models than ever before. Across the street from the bookstore where I worked was Tom’s Toys,the same mom-and-pop toy store that I’d been visiting all my life. (Believe it or not, this local institution was originally called “Uncle Tom’s Toys” and remained that well into the 80s…). Since I knew the staff from years of patronage, I approached them with a proposition – if Jack and I built a custom LEGO display for their window, could we get a discount when buying LEGO? They graciously accepted the offer, and some three months and 30,000 bricks later, we had our first display – a fantasy diorama featuring floating castles, a dwarven mine (with a working mine car train on constant loop) and Jack’s highly articulated dragon. It was a pretty sparse display, barely filling half the window, but it became a local landmark, attracting gawkers of all ages on a regular basis. We even got coverage in the local paper!

Eventually we wanted our bricks back, and of course Tom’s Toys wanted a follow-up. Next we decided to take a more direct inspiration – Star Wars. This was a good three years before LEGO started doing licensed Star Wars kits, so every model we built was a custom creation. We decided on a half Endor, half Tatooine, with Jabba’s Palace, the Sail Barge and Sarlaac dominating one half, and the Imperial shield generator and Ewok village filling the other. The skies were filled with about a dozen spaceships dangling from fishing wire. Bringing the world to life were about 100 customzed minifig characters that Jack and I had painted and resculpted (again, this was before LEGO started making non-human minifig models). Our models were larger and more ambitious this time, and with that came a few added complications. During the drive from Jack’s house to the store, Jabba’s Sail Barge literally rolled over on top of some of the smaller vehicles, requiring a good six hours of reconstruction on-site. The results were pretty spectacular. This time we added Christmas lights into our models so that the diorama could be enjoyed at night as well. In addition to coverage in the local paper, we got an write up in Star Wars Insider magazine and an interview in the evening news (actual quote: “Go ahead and call them ‘block heads,’ they don’t mind.” Oh, but we did mind, Tony Cippola).

Our third and final display was a movie mash-up featuring everything from Ghostbusters to Godzilla to Clockwork Orange. The train was back, this time modified to be feature a Jurassic Park jeep being chased by velociraptors. Jack’s masterpiece this go-round was the hull of the sinking Titanic, complete with little lego men tumbling onto the propeller blades. It was actually to-scale with minifigs, so even though it was only about 20% of the ship, that piece alone had almost 10,000 bricks. (later, a Hollywood exec tried to buy it off Jack, but he turned them down). My star contribution was a 5-foot high model of the Empire State Building being scaled by King Kong. It wasn’t as detailed as many of the other models, but there it is quite awe-inspiring to stand next to a shoulder-high LEGO model of your own creation. As jack was by far the better customizer of LEGO minifigs to populate our world, I added a new innovation to this display – word balloons! We made taped little paper speech bubbles next to the figures heads so that they could quips from and inspired by their respective movies. All told, this display took about 100,000 bricks to build. After a 6 month run at Tom’s Toys original branch, we moved a modified version down to their new Beverly Hills branch where I worked part time while at Film School.

By that time, I was in Film School and living in student housing 200 miles away from Jack. While I did start in on a Star Wars Episode 1 diorama, it was never finished and Jack and I never built together again. No more LEGO building… until now!

Argh, the obsession calls, but I must try to resist. Last week, at Target, I saw the new Indiana Jones LEGO sets, and was oh-so close to buying them. I restrained myself, but that only served to launch me into a week of research into all the LEGO models currently on offering. I scanned every kit in the catalog comparing the price to brick ratios (LEGO fans, you know what I mean), identifying which new pieces offered exciting opportunities, and which were overly specific chunks that insulted the LEGO tradition. I scoured eBay and e-retailers looking for good deals. Eventually I broke down and decided to buy a set – not an Indiana Jones one (maybe later) but an enormous French motel/café model. I hope that this taste of the old habit and the plethora of pieces will satiate my building urges until I can afford to have a room dedicated to the hobby (yes, my dream house has a LEGO room).

LEGO celebrated its 50th birthday last month, and it’s absolutely mind-boggling to think of how many LEGO bricks are out there (something like 60 bricks for every human being on earth). LEGO fandom is also growing in leaps and bounds – ten years ago, I thought my LEGO collection (around 75,000 bricks at its peak – now lost or stored) was as big as they come, but now the internet has brought together hundreds or thousands of far more impressive collections. LEGO has developed the same cool cache as 8-bit. I no longer feel like a member of the LEGO building community, but I do know that LEGO is, and always will be, a part of me.

Epilogue:
As much as I want to build my newly acquired LEGO café, it’s OFF LIMITS until I finish the script for Return to Labyrinth 3. I’m on the final stretch, with the outline for the final volume nearly done – this is no time to get distracted! Incidentally, the chapter I’m finishing up right now is also called “Obsession.”

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