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Where have all the comic stores gone?
What’s a girl-nerd to do? Some people take to booze, some drugs, some a little bit of both, others chocolate… Comic book stores used to offer a paradise of fantasy for those who need a little something more than the life of an urban odyssey. You’d save your allowance, or blow your measly first-job paycheck on X-Men, X-Force and Excalibur, crossing over to DC territory only for a Supergirl or Wonder Woman. Inside the pages of a comic book, bodies are perfect, men are heroes, you can sore through the sky and toast people who are bad. But now… now where are all the comic book stores? Big Apple? All that’s left of you are the markings of of where your bricks were ripped away to give way for the building of a new race of condos on the Upper West Side. Oh, the agony of seeing what is left of you advertised on the streets like a billboard: lines and lines of scratches against the building where you were once nestled, like a trail of scratches from bloodied fingernails.
I suppose the comic book stores have went the way of all small mom and pop shops, the predecessors of the plight of independent bookstores… No, don’t comfort me with the selection at Barnes and Nobles or Borders… I don’t even care for the comic book store near Union Square (if it’s still there) not because I have anything against it… it’s just not my hood.
Ode to the comic book store! A recently rejected-by-a-literary-agent- nerd-girl’s strip club, drug den, and escapist paradise.
Beauty Parlor Images
Beauty parlors give you have a lot of time to observe, think, reflect and unintentionally eavesdrop. While your hair is washed you can count cracks in the ceiling and wonder when the rest of the paint will peel off. While under the dryer you have time to do normal activities like read or play with your phone. But when in the beautician’s chair your eyes are pretty much fixed upon the tools aligned under the mirror.
There you might catch a glance of her personal life: the purse sitting half open on the floor just beneath the alter of hair products, a picture of a smiling kid or two in graduation caps. Lunch that has been put on hold until she’s finished rolling your hair.
When you’re done looking at these, you find yourself reading all the labels of the hair products she has. Olive oil this, silicon that…. but I have to say I was taken by surprise by the orange and yellow canister with a picture of a runny nose gorilla, greenness dripping from his nose. Yes, it really is a product, and they call it “Gorilla Snot”. How they managed to really market this to people is a mystery to me. But there it was, moco de gorila.
Endangered species- local movie theaters
For better or for worse, we’ve lost a lot of our local movie theaters. In its last days Metro theater had cheap prices, peeling art deco decor, nasty seats, and I think only two movie rooms. But I didn’t have to trek on a subway or bus to see a movie. I could take a neighborhood stroll. I believe Metro is now land marked, so it’s in this odd limbo world of what to do with it. I hold my breath walking under that awning. It looks ready to fall flat down and squash you like a pancake out of anger for its decrepit state.
There are benefits to going to a mega theater- nowadays we want good sound and good images to entertain us, less so the storylines. And cleanliness is always nice. But loosing local places seems like one more step towards our cities becoming more like the affluent suburbs.
Fine fare
You can tell a lot about your neighborhood sometimes by the products that are stacked outside the supermarket, waiting to be shelved. Publicity stunt by Bustelo? For 25 years of my life I thought this was the only coffee in existence, and that most people brewed coffee in a sock on a stick. Out-of-state college introduced me to the coffee machine outside of diners.
You can play this game too with garbage left on corners. Some blocks have piles of used Fresh Direct boxes waiting for garbage pick up, sometimes with people’s names and addresses beaming legibly from their white delivery labels.
It won’t give you the whole picture of your neighborhood, but it’s a glimpse.
What are some things piled outside your supermarkets or sidewalks?
99-Cent Store Burns: Superfund Site declared by EPA
The local Washington Heights/Inwood newspaper reported that a 99-cents store burned down in the neighborhood. The introductory paragraph to the story reads lightly. Not quite comical, but suggestive in its tone that human life wasn’t lost. Unexplored in the story is the sinister element cloaked in the description of what the brother of the store owner was surrounded by when the flames suddenly rained down from the (probably) fluorescent light above him: “he was alone with the stationary, shower curtains and low-priced toys.”
There is nothing innocent about that burnt stationary, shower curtains and low-priced toys.
99-Cent Store Burns: Superfund Site declared by EPA – continue reading …
