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The Book Again
I posted another clip from Head First on the Subconscious Comics page of timeagan.com this week. Head First is the comic novel I’ve been working on for a while now. What with the pandemic, I have lost track of exactly how long it’s been, but I can now see the finish line.The plot’s been in my head for over twenty years, and finally the writing and drawing and coloring have almost caught up to the vision.

One thing I hadn’t imagined is how color would play out in the book. When I was drawing those thousand-or-so comic strip versions of Subconscious Comics in the 80s and 90s, they were conceived and executed strictly in black and white. After twenty years, I had a pretty good handle on the line and the inking style of Subcon. But only now (roughly 90% done with the inking and coloring of the book) has the full palette of the subconscious revealed itself. I hope you like purple.

I certainly do. It’s a potent hue, but of the six basic primary and secondary stations on the color wheel, it is the darkest and the least in-your-face. That makes it a perfect color for shadows, and there are plenty of those in the subconscious. And since the story will take us deep into the Dark Side, purple and some of its earthier cousins become quite prominent toward the end.

I still have some art — including more color choices — ahead of me. There is the cover, of course, and some special interior pages, and my Kickstarter page (along with the “rewards” my donors will receive besides the book itself). That amounts to a lot still to be done, but the end is in clear sight.

I have mixed feelings about that. The book has been challenging and fun at a time when I needed something like that to work on. It’s been like a pleasant place to vacation in the middle of worldwide bummer. Even though I’m anxious to finish, I will miss having the refuge that the project has provided.

But life goes on, and so does the project. More later.
Shoot the Moon
Multimillionaire Richard Branson finally did it. He built a quasi-rocket ship, got on board, and rode it into outer space.

Well, sort of outer space. It was more like the edge of outer space, really. Far enough up there (40 miles, he said) to experience zero-G and float around for a few minutes before returning safely to Earth.

It was a so-so achievement, but at least he has bragging rights in the rich-guys-in-space race. Jeff Bezos has bragging rights as the richest guy in space, but he could only manage second place behind Branson. Bezos did go a bit higher at 55 miles, and he used a real rocket ship (not a tricked-out airplane) to make his trip, but he did not get the winner’s trophy.

Neither rich guy orbited the Earth — much less travelled to the Moon — so we’re not going to call them astronauts. Alan Shepard, the first American “in space”, bar-r-rely earned that title when he went up 116 miles. Still, you have to hand it to them for putting their butts on the line for their commercial venture. They could have died.

But they didn’t. And so they have a right to stick their chests out and grab some headlines. Their success, however, leaves a large question now begging to be answered: what about the other super-rich spaceman? Where is the irrepressible Elon Musk in this battle of egos? When is he going to show the same kind of confidence and daring for his product?

I don’t want to get into testosterone-shaming, but I think it’s time for Elon to show us what he’s got. Not just the big rocket ship, but the cajones to get in it and blast off. Either that, or his epitaph will be “Third Place”. Or worse, “Participant.”

Furthermore, he will need to up the ante if he wants a win in this rocket-measuring contest. That means going in orbit, at least. And not by hiring some poor schmuck to do it. If Elon really wants to win this thing once and for all, he’s got to go himself.

Musk on the Moon or bust!
A Cyst in Time
Did you notice during the pandemic that something happened to time? It seemed to stop flowing. For those of us who were touched by the fires here in the West, the effect was even more pronounced. Sometimes, it stood completely still. Or even ran backwards. It was as if we were caught in an eddy and couldn’t get out of it. Encysted in time, you might say, and beset on all sides by plagues and disasters.

Now, we are slowly, slowly breaking free from the blockage. Haltingly, uncertainly, society and culture are opening up. As with the landscape left behind by the fires, there will be a scar, but at least the flow of time has been restored. The disasters still swirl around us, but we have found the current in the stream and are moving forward.

I am not sure what we can learn from our brief captivity in that cyst in time. We are often counseled to live life in the present. It is seen as a way to happiness and even wisdom. In the cyst, however, there was no other choice open to us. Past and future were both cut off from us. The past not only disappeared, but nostalgia lost its charm. The future, where we normally park our hopes and dreams, became a fog, impenetrable and alien.

We were imprisoned in the now, forced to live in the present no matter how bad it was. There wasn’t much happiness to be found, and only now, back here in the flow, can we find the perspective to judge that period of our existence.

It sucked; that much I know. But I knew that at the time. Another truth: even when you live in a self-contained universe where time does not exist, you still age. Maybe that’s the beginning of wisdom I’m looking for. Whoopee.
The Missing Linc
When we consider the question of who our greatest president has been, a small number of names usually appear. Washington is on there, and Jefferson, and both of the Roosevelts, but before the conversation gets very far, one name rises to the top and stays there. Abraham Lincoln — because of his humanity, his intelligence, his place in history, and because of his sacrifice — must be honored as the best our political system has ever offered.

If only there were more like him today. Think of the difference such people would make in the governing of our country. Imagine an entire administration whose Cabinet members had the wisdom and moral courage of Honest Abe. Who knows what we could accomplish with such people at the helm?

Now, I agree that the idea of a legion of Lincolns walking the corridors of power sounds a bit silly. On the other hand, I couldn’t help but notice our new Secretary of State is the Honorable Antony John Blinken.

That’s right: A. Blinken.
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