AND NOW, WITH A FLIER

Paul Milligan has been very supportive of my Kickstarter project: SHORT STORY OF THE MONTH CLUB. Not only is he one of the top pledges, but he's been spreading the word on a weekly basis, and even created this lovely flier to promote the cause.

We have 51 backers, and we're 26% funded with 24 days to go. It'll be close. I've reached out to almost all my contacts, and now I need to get creative in order to reach those extra subscribers. I appreciate everyone's support. If we reach our goal amount, it will help tremendously during my first year as a full-time freelancer. I'm excited to start sending some short stories your way.

U-G-L-Y. YOU DON'T HAVE NO ALIBI.

The Dallas Mavericks have a problem. I'm not talking about Kevin Durant and the Oklahoma City Thunder. I'm not talking about the playoffs or our hopes in the off season to make good use of our cap space. I'm talking about the team's website. I made an offhand comment about it on Twitter last year, but it should be repeated. The Dallas Mavericks website is ugly, ugly, ugly. I took a screen capture of it last night. Look at that mess. At first glance, does it even look like a basketball website? Even worse, when you first visit Mavs.com, you get a pop-up window for MavsGear. Close the window and there's a "Playoff Central" website before you arrive at the actual website. If it were possible, "Playoff Central" is even uglier than the main site. I have no clue what to click or how to escape (hint: look up top). No focal point with a random mess of text, images, videos, ads, and half-attempts at social networking-- the user experience is almost abusive.

I realize the NBA wants uniformity among franchise sites, but not every website is as garish as the Mavs. The Knicks and Nets have good sites--cleaner layout, less obtrusive advertising, and better flow. Let those team sites serve as a model.

I love my Dallas Mavericks, and they deserve better. Whoever is in charge of the website needs an intervention. The front office wants to squeeze as much ad money as possible from the team's website, but at what cost?

Beyond the obnoxious ad placement, let's talk about the banner. The title banner for any website is sacred. Clean it up. Move or remove the account manager login. Move the Twitter follow button (all the social networking can be conveniently grouped in one section above or below the banner or farther down). Move or remove the season tickets ad. I know you want to sell season tickets, but it's okay to have some space on that title banner. It will make the content you want to highlight easier to highlight. A lot of these buttons, banners, and links are redundant.

Ultimately, bad design results from an inability to make a decision, to focus and determine priorities. The problem can be best summarized with this well-known YouTube video: Microsoft re-designs the iPod packaging.

MY REVIEW OF A MOVIE I HAVEN'T SEEN

I'll admit I give Rotten Tomatoes too much credit. Movie reviewers have probably come to loathe the site's existence. I may read a reviewer's overwrought and tedious evaluation of how "overwrought" and "tedious" the film is. But ultimately, I skip over to Rotten Tomatoes, see the 25% rating and avoid the film like the plague. I've replaced your wordy work with a number. Sorry. A review serves two purposes (1) to let me know if I should see the movie and (2) to give me further insight on the good and bad qualities of the work.

With the first purpose, Rotten Tomatoes wins hands down. I refuse to watch a bad movie. If it looks bad, why would I do that to myself? I have not seen Elektra (10%). I have not see Catwoman (10%). I did not see Frank Miller's The Spirit (14%). Why? Because they looked terrible and they were terrible. Sometimes a movie will trick me, and in those instances, I find it hard to forgive. I'm looking at you Spider-Man 3 (63%). For the most part, the Rotten Tomato method is simple and brutal.

With the second purpose, the reviewer is still king. If I really enjoyed the movie, I want to read something that agrees with me. "Yes! Roger Ebert, I also appreciated the third act of 50/50." Or if I hated the movie, I need someone to help me channel my rage. After I endured half of Sex & the City 2, I desperately searched the Internet for negative reviews. (There was no shortage of negative reviews.)

However, I still come back to that number. Rotten Tomatoes and I don't always agree. How did one of my all-time favorite movies, Royal Tenenbaums, get only 80%? And yet, a high rating also helps to build my sense of anticipation.

Avengers. Rotten Tomatoes gave it 97%. And my expectations are already sky high. Iron Man, Thor, Iron Man II, Captain America, and even Hulk all worked to set up this movie. All of those movies have been good-to-great. I have no reason to think Avengers will be any less than resplendent. My favorite all-time movie (yes, even moreso than Tenenbaums) is Seven Samurai, with a respectable 100% RT rating. Seven Samurai is the ideal "hero team-up" movie. A diverse group of warriors, with different motivations and temperaments, must learn to work together in order to survive and save the day. What's not to love? Heck, even Tenenbaums is a "team-up" movie of sorts. Now, Avengers offers a team-up dream for people who geek out on super heroes. Add to that, Joss Whedon as writer and director.

May 4th cannot come soon enough.

Here's my review of Avengers before I actually see it: It's awesome. The trailer doesn't even do it credit. Best Hulk ever. I laughed. I cried. I was on the edge of my seat for two hours and twenty-two minutes. Whedon will rule over Hollywood with power and grace. It will be the first superhero movie to get the Best Picture Oscar. Avengers will prevent the 2012 end of the world and bring about a new age of peace. Watching Avengers will have unexplainable magic healing properties. Mothers will bring their sick children to the movie and leave forever changed. Theaters will run Avengers nonstop for ten years. It will gross 3.3 trillion dollars in a week.

My expectations aren't too high, are they?

SHORT STORY OF THE MONTH CLUB

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/davidhopkins/short-story-of-the-month-club Yes, it's Kickstarter. And yes, there is a certain hat-in-hand/pass-the-hat quality to this website. If you have a lot of creative friends, you've probably gotten a fair share of tweets and Facebook updates about this pesky website. However, I really do believe in Kickstarter's mission to "fund and follow creativity." Since 2009, I've backed 17 projects (12 successfully reached their goal). People have their own quirky dreams, and it's exciting to support crazy people.

I launched a successful Kickstarter project a few years ago. And now, I'm at it again--this time, with a much more ambitious idea. I could use your help.

The SHORT STORY OF THE MONTH CLUB will be a lot of fun. If you pledge at least $10 to this project, you will have purchased a ten-month subscription. Each month you'll receive an email with a new short story written by me, with illustrations by the artist (my wife April). The stories will be available in pdf and epub formats. At the end of the year, I'll collect these stories into a single book.

Ten stories, ten months, ten dollars (minimum pledge).

I've had this idea for quite a while, but I wanted to time it to coincide with my retirement/resignation from teaching. In June, I will be working full-time as a writer. This short story project will be a kick start to my freelance ambitions.

And here's the link one more time.

I MIGHT MISS THEM

In my classroom, we have a little basket. It was put there by the organization Friends of Rachel. My students are supposed to write on yellow strips of paper encouraging words about kind acts done at school. They then put the paper in the basket. At the end of the year, Friends of Rachel will create a massive paper chain from these strips. The chain should be able to encircle the school. Sweet, huh? Here's what my students wrote (unedited):

* Don't feed the pidgeons. They'll just bite off your fingers.

* You have lovely noses. And beautiful eye.

* I love the way your nostrils shine in the sun.

* penny for your thoughts... (a penny is taped on the paper)

* compliment 10 people or die.

* You're beautiful!

* I LOVE your face.

* You have a pretty complexion, I love your bone structure.

* You have lovely ears... yes, ears.

* Your feet smell purrdy.

I think I might miss them.

CITYSQUARE'S LAW CENTER

The May issue of D Magazine is now available online. It includes my story about CitySquare's LAW Center (click here, read, and enjoy).

Charles Johnson has a knack for finding students in need. During his 15 years as a security worker at North Dallas High School, he has taken in 39 teenagers who had nowhere else to go. He allows them to stay at his Oak Cliff home, where he lives with his mother. He’s a man of simple means who believes in helping others. One morning, he found one of his most recent tenants.

Ariel came to the United States from Honduras. He joined his sister and her 2-year-old daughter. His sister was deported after stealing food to feed them. Scared and alone, Ariel started looking for help. When Johnson saw him, he could tell he was hungry and in trouble. Ariel barely spoke English, but he tried his best to explain the situation. He had come here to escape a drug gang that had killed two family members. The gang shot up their house and was looking for him. Ariel was going to be sent back, which meant certain death.

Johnson doesn’t make much money. What little he earns goes to cover the cost of caring for his students. He didn’t know how he could afford an attorney. Johnson first went to a large law firm. They were sympathetic but couldn’t immediately take the case. To keep Ariel in the country, a family court first needed to award Johnson conservatorship, which required written permission from the parents in Honduras. But Johnson couldn’t find them, and the order needed to be issued before Ariel turned 18, only days away.

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GOOD RECORDS, AMANDA, UKULELE, AND NEIL

So yesterday really happened. I saw on Twitter that Good Records was hosting an "Amanda Palmer Ninja Gig." I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but it's Amanda Palmer--so I wanted to go. I like her solo work and her previous band Dresden Dolls. Years ago, I first heard "Sex Changes" on KTCU, and I immediately went to iTunes for more. When April and I arrived at Good Records (forever the best music store in Dallas, if not all of Texas), the place was already packed. People crowded the aisles. One guy in front of me leaned his hand heavily on the LPs, and it drove me crazy. You're hurting the vinyl! It was hard to see the stage. Amanda played the ukulele and talked about each song. Then, to my surprise, she called her husband Neil Gaiman to the stage.

Neil Gaiman is here?

That caught me off guard. I assumed she would travel solo. I don't know why. Neil Gaiman can write wherever he has access to a word processor, pen and paper, or his brain. They are married, why wouldn't he travel with her?

Dressed in black, crazy Tom Waits hair, tired eyes, Neil Gaiman stepped up and shared some of his writings. He has a voice built for nighttime fairy tales. I could have listened to him for hours. Then, he sang a song with Amanda assisting on the ukulele.

I admit, my geek-heart was smitten. This was very, very cool.

Afterward, April and I walked across the street for pizza. She listened while I rambled through an annotated bibliography of his greatest hits. Occasionally, I threw in comments about Amanda Palmer to be fair. "Wasn't that cool?"

I love April for many reasons. At the same time, my love for her needs no reason. I simply love her. I love that she's an artist, that she cares about creative and thoughtful expression. When I considered writing full time, it was April who most fervently supported this decision--not because it was the best economic choice (I'm giving up a stable teacher's salary), but because she understands the creative impulse. I've always wanted to be part of a creative duo, John and Yoko, Amanda and Neil, Charles and Ray, that we could support each other in our art.

I see Neil and Amanda in a loving and equitable relationship, where each partner has their own independent creative pursuits. And that's pretty cool.

D Magazine's FrontRow blog has photos from the event: click here.

TAX DAY TUESDAY

Two things you should do sparingly: (1) complain about money and (2) complain about how busy you are. No matter how difficult things are, there's always someone worse off. You gripe about paying your mortgage, and someone else is swamped in credit card debt, living in a crowded studio apartment, wishing he or she could get approved for (or afford) a home loan. You talk about your job, and they're unemployed. It's difficult to avoid these conversations, because we love to complain and it's easy to complain about work. We assume everyone listening to us is in a similar situation. Thus, such complaints build solidarity. However, this is rarely the case. Friends will tolerate the occasional "venting," but when it becomes habit, they may start to complain about you.

Infographics like this make it hard to sympathize with wealthy people who complain about paying taxes. Also, it is hard to feel badly about my family's situation. April and I are doing okay. And nowadays, okay is good. We have a few financial challenges, but we'll get through it.

That being said, 2011 is the last year I do my own taxes. Once I start freelancing full time, I'm hiring a CPA. I've tried my best to keep up with the tax code. For several years, I used TurboTax and I even read the fine print. At the same time, I get all sorts of conflicting messages.

I listened to a Freelancers Union presentation from a CPA. He said to claim your home office, and went through all the details. Then I've heard others say whatever you do DON'T claim your home office. I've heard a lot of friendly wisdom on how to file taxes. I'm not the first person to figure out what percentage of my comic book purchases constitutes a "business expense." It's all a little overwhelming. Ultimately, I need one hired gun to be my expert.

I'm excited about my journey into freelancing, but I'm not deluded. I see a future of quarterly payments, saved receipts, QuickBooks, IRAs, and invoices.

I'm in a business, and this is part of business.

I pay taxes, because I believe in government services provided efficiently for the common good. I know, government can't solve everything--but I'm also not so cynical to believe that government can't solve anything. Transportation infrastructure, security and defense, scientific and medical research, public education, corrections, I'm okay with my money going to these things. I'm not complaining... too much.

GOOD STUFF I'M READING RIGHT NOW

On my Kobo...The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. April read it during her trip to China. Now I'm reading it. The sales do not lie. It's a very exciting, entertaining novel.

Audible... Supergods: What Masked Vigilantes, Miraculous Mutants, and a Sun God from Smallville Can Teach Us About Being Human by Grant Morrison (click here). Morrison is not only an incredible comic book writer, but he's also an incredible writer about comic books. His exploration of the superhero genre is profound and intimate.

Comic book... Infinite Kung Fu by Kagan McLeod. Fun, epic, and awesome. I'm dragging my feet towards the end, because I don't want to put it back on the shelf. Someone please borrow this book from me, so I can share it.

Print... "The Cheap Bastard's Ultimate Guide to Eating like a Total Cheap Bastard in Dallas" by Alice Laussade (Dallas Observer). You need to read the print-version of this story. For some reason, which is beyond me, the Dallas Observer cut the introduction from their online-version. Why?! Thus, I'm not sharing the link. Sorry. So, citizens of Dallas and surrounding areas, look for an Observer. We need more of this goodness.

Online... "Nobody Says I Love You Anymore" by Sarah Hepola (click here). This story is required reading for anyone who wants to write about his or her city, be it Dallas or somewhere else. The themes transcend. And Sarah is a damn good writer. I'll read anything she puts together.

Other... The Rumpus: Letters In The Mail (click here). I'm proud of my subscription. For $5 a month, I get a letter every week. Now there's always something interesting for me to read in my P.O. box.

ONLY SIX MORE WEEKS

As we approach summer, it's hard for students and teachers to focus. We're all getting restless. With the innumerable state tests, administrative paperwork, and service hours that need to be handled in the next month, teachers earn their break. In my situation, I'm transitioning immediately from a twelve-year career as a school teacher to a new opportunity as a full-time writer. My summer will be a little different.

I should probably start cleaning out my classroom--determining what needs to go home, what needs to be thrown away, and what should be ceded to another teacher. However, I can't do it, not yet. My classroom may be an absolute mess, but it's my mess.

There's a certain finality to ridding my room of its excess. My retirement becomes more real and my purpose at this school increasingly obsolete. For now, I'm moving through the final weeks of school as if nothing has changed. Maybe next week, I'll start taking the posters down.

D TEDX SMU DISD FYI

Last night, I attended an education forum hosted by D Magazine and TEDxSMU. And because this is my blog and you're not the boss of me, I'm going to share my thoughts from the evening. Bullet-point style. Everything is easier when you bullet-point. * My Jetta might lose its going-to-Dallas privileges. It's eleven years old, paid off, and convulses, stutters, shakes (and other unfortunate verbs) while I drive.

* The event was at the Kessler. This venue is a lot nicer than I suspected, and smaller. To explain would take more time than I have (bullet points!), but the Kessler is more public radio/VH1 friendly than the Granada or Majestic. Mature but somewhat hip.

* I met Krista Nightengale, editor at D Magazine. I introduced myself by saying, "I give you invoices!" I don't think I even gave her my name. Face, palm. I will always be a little awkward. If you transcribed what I sometimes say, you might confuse me with Ralph Wiggum. I sleep in a drawer.

* I sat down in the theater, near the front. I spot Tim Rogers across the room. Tim has more hair on his head than he lets on. (He often laments his receding hairline.) I'll be bald before him. Bastard.

* Dallas ISD Trustee candidate Elizabeth Jones gave me a campaign flier. I grabbed a pen and played "circle the cliche." I found "proven," "committed to excellence," "cutting edge," and "hands on." Four points. Well done, political candidate. I admire your proven track record, your commitment to excellence and hands on approach.

* Shiner beer is popular here.

* Tablets. (I don't know why I wrote "tablets" in my notepad. Maybe I noticed that they are no longer surprising to see. When I was younger, I saw a man talking on his cell phone while driving. I was impressed. Look at that! A cell phone! Tablets aren't as impressive as they used to be.)

* I have another page of random notes, nothing to do with the education forum. Let's skip that mess and get to the important stuff.

* Guests were handed a "grade the candidate" paper. The scores were compiled and posted on Frontburner. Click here.

* Format of the event: Each candidate will give a brief introduction (no stumping). They will draw a single question from the fish bowl and have three minutes to answer the question. Done. The event was organized to be very civil. Also, it gave citizens an opportunity to see how each candidate would respond to educational issues without a prepared statement.

* My method of scoring is inspired by Zac Crain. Numbers are so passé. Click here to read what they actually said.

* First up: Roland Love. Attorney. He was asked what could be done in the first six months to dramatically improve the DISD. He said he would review the administration for redundancy. (Is this code for fire people?) He wants to make everything more efficient to fix the greatest problem: shortage of funds. He wants top-notch principals. He didn't use the full three minute. If he had, I'd like to know what top-notch principals look like. His answer was boring, but valid. Score: Paint drying

* Jennifer Levy. She veered into her platform during the introduction. However, Moderator Tim was quick to redirect her. Well done. It took Levy a long time to eventually say "stay-at-home mom" for her occupation. Levy, it's okay. Be proud. I'll admit I zoned out on the question and answer. Something about helping teachings and "strong leaders," "front lines," and a "strong HR department," and "increased retention." (Aren't you glad I'm not giving the official report for Frontburner?) I just remembered she sounded very enthusiastic and kinda like she was running for Student Council. Score: Reese Witherspoon from Election

* Bernadette Nutall. Executive director of something (leave me alone). She was asked about charter schools. Like everyone else, she started with "Good question." Well, of course, they're good questions. D Magazine and TEDxSMU organized the event. Do you think we'd ask you about Lamar Odom? She suggested that the charter schools and public schools can work together. "We can learn from them." She emphasized the need for parents to have a choice. Nutall suggested that "LA has figured it out." Really? I never thought of Los Angeles as a model for education. I'm not being sarcastic. They might be. It just surprised me. Nutall believes we can learn from charter school's "best practices." Personally, I'm not a fan of charter schools. I'm wary of them as a sustainable model for educating large populations. But whatever. It was an answer. Score: Better than Damarcus Offord. Seriously, do not vote for Offord.

* Damarcus Offord. Oh man, where do I begin? He's a college student. Moderator Tim once again had to keep a candidate off his platform. "Easy, easy." Offord was asked a perfectly reasonable question about how to approach the increasing number of Hispanic and ESL (English as a second language) students in DISD. Even if you aren't running for a DISD position, most people have an opinion on this issue. Yes? He started by saying that all students need to educated. That is true by the very definition of "student." Then, he said that since he doesn't have access to all the information he cannot give an answer at this time. He completely, obviously side-stepped the question, then he sat down. Offord literally took less time than the time it took you to read what I just wrote about Damarcus Offord. He was also the first candidate to leave during the meet-and-greet afterward. I'm sure someday he'll be a valued community leader, but he's not quite ready to interact with adults. Score: Vote for Bernadette Nutall, district 9. I'm not kidding.

* Let's move on. I'm getting a headache.

* Michael Greenberg. In his introduction, Greenberg talked up the Kessler. Classy. He was asked if the trustees should have a code of conduct, which prevents them from criticizing board decisions in public. Greenberg disagreed with this policy. He cited the need for free speech and professional responsibility. He was the only person so far to actually impress me. He was poised and knowledgeable. Score: Spud Webb, 1986 slam dunk contest

* Bruce Parrott. He's wearing a lot of beige. Parrott was asked about getting businesses involved in our school district. Too much beige. He suggested that businesses can help with fundraising, support DISD's use of Teach for America, and beige. Business involvement is important, and DISD needs to dialogue with local businesses. Beige. Score: Beige

* Elizabeth Jones. Jones also impressed me. It's a shame she and Greenberg are running against each other. I would have a tough time choosing. District 1 is fortunate. She was asked about the challenge surrounding middle schools. She was familiar with the study cited in the question and gave a thorough response. She emphasized the need for better alignment. Jones clearly speaks "education" and is very well informed. Score: Longest answer!

* Dan Micciche. Tax and business attorney. He opened with a comment about needing a pronunciation guide for his last name. Humor. Very smooth, Micciche. His question was about Lamar Odom. Oh wait. No, it's about making cuts to athletic budgets. Micciche said we need to look at spending priorities, also to get businesses and non-profits involved. He said he wouldn't outright dismiss the idea, but that school is more than classes. I think the athletic budget is staying untouched. Score: Coach Eric Taylor

* Afterward, the candidates mingled with the guests and had a chance to answer any specific questions they might have.

* The event was short; this was a good thing. No one wants to listen to candidates ramble for two hours.

* I went with Tim Rogers and Michael Mooney to the Foundry. Three beers count as dinner, yes? We talked about the National Magazine Award and golf. Two writers from the Observer (Brantley Hargrove and Leslie Minora) also showed up. I do not mind listening to writers ramble for two hours. The next door chicken place closed at 9:30. I wandered over there at 9:29 and could not be helped.

POST-TORNADO POST

Yesterday, the weather got interesting (also here). The tornado sirens blasted while I was in the middle of my turkey sandwich. As part of our "extreme weather" procedures, my Creative Writing class had to relocate to an interior classroom without windows. We had three classes worth of students crammed into a single room. Then the power went out. If I ever find myself at a job interview, and they ask me about my skills, I will tell them about the time I kept order in darkened classroom filled with over 50 teenagers. I can do anything.

Fortunately, I wasn't alone. Two other teachers were with me. Also, the students' phones kept them entertained -- and created a ghostly illumination to the otherwise dark room. Few had cell service, which was good and bad. It was good, because the panicked students begging their parents to come get them at school, tornado be damned, weren't helping things. I tried to reassure these students that the school was built like a state penitentiary. It's one of the safest sturdiest buildings imaginable. The worried students are sometimes worried merely out of a narcissistic fascination with their ability to be worried. Although, I can tell the routine wears thin on their friends. Having no cell service meant I was disconnected from April and the world. This was bad. It's a double standard, I know. When service finally returned, I had a flood of texts from family asking if I was okay.

After an hour with no power, the room was warm and stuffy. The students became increasingly irritable.

"Mr. Hopkins, what would happen if I just leave?" "Well, you'd get written up and probably a security guard or assistant principal would send you back into the room. It's really not safe to leave."

I had this conversation repeatedly with students weighing their options.

The biggest problem was students who needed to use the bathroom. They just had to go. They were fearing bladder infections and possible death, if they were denied this most basic right. Students had to be escorted, and it simply wasn't feasible to migrate hundreds of students back and forth.

School ends at 2:45, but there were still tornadoes in the area. Now we were detaining them against their will. Another basic right denied them. It was no use explaining that it was not safe to be outside. After all, school ends at 2:45. We received regular updates from the administration, and they allowed more students to sit in the hallway, which helped.

The zombie apocalypse was my ally. If students started acting nervous, anxious, or irritable, I would explain to them that this was good training for the zombie apocalypse. For my zombie apocalypse survival team, I only wanted cool-headed people who didn't crack in a crisis or need to continually stop for bathroom breaks. If they acted up, I wouldn't want them on my team. Simple enough. And yes, this worked surprisingly well. This wasn't a tornado. It was training for a more sinister world-ending disaster.

We were dismissed at 3:15. At that point, I learned how extensive the damage was. The tornado touched down at several points around our school. Nearby homes were damaged (UPDATE: photos from Pegasus News). My daughter was in "duck and cover" position at her school. April hid in the closet with her brother, sister-in-law, niece, and week-old nephew. Our dog was home alone. Sorry Berkeley.

ANTIGONE FOR ALL

A month ago, I sold my last copy of ANTIGONE, an adaptation created by Tom Kurzanski and me. I talked with Tom, and we decided to make the comic available online in its entirety. Go to my published work page and scroll down. It's there, all 32 pages. A few times every year, I will have a teacher or college student contact me about obtaining a copy. I'm glad that people have shown interest in it. However, I quickly remind them this is an adaptation. While the story is all there, I did condense each scene. And like a director, I took a few creative liberties based on my own interpretation of the material (the most obvious: Antigone kissing Ismene as a way to humiliate and exert power over her). Also, I remind teachers that I never intended for this comic to be used in the classroom.

I'm proud of what Tom and I created. It's always a pleasure to work with him. Tom's shown me a tremendous amount of trust and has helped me become a better storyteller. ANTIGONE was honored as the "Indie Pick of the Month" by the Comics Buyer’s Guide. People said nice things about it, which makes me feel good.

“The comic does in 32 pages (all story) what most adaptations of such plays don’t manage in far lengthier productions: tell the story adeptly. Not only does it cover the main points and convey the themes, it also maintains a pleasant and page-turning pace — and it does all of this while keeping the entertainment goodness. As someone who has studied and taught Sophocles (including Antigone), I give serious kudos to the creative team here, especially writer David Hopkins.” — Ray Sidman, Comics Buyer’s Guide

“Silent Devil’s Antigone is a great adaptation of an ancient play that is both entertaining and powerful, making for a morality play that resonates centuries after the original was penned.” — Matthew McLean, The Comics Review

“A compelling mashup unlike anything else on the stands. It’s always a comfort to see a creator like David Hopkins trying new things with the form.” — Miles Gunter, writer for NYC Mech, Zombee, and Bastard Samurai

“Plot-wise, nothing is altered from the source material, yet what Hopkins has altered is just this side of brilliant.” “Antigone is a superior work that bridges the gap between comic books and literature.” — Dave Baxter, Broken Frontier

“Antigone is a classicist’s dream, a great example of how relevant and exciting these stories really are. It’s a comic fan’s delight, as it’s got a nice fresh look, a great sense of design and a witty and refreshing writing style. Whether you’re into Aeschylus or Action Comics, you’ll love it.” — Leah Moore, writer for Wild Girl, Albion, Tom Strong’s Terrific Tales

Also, Leah apparently gave a copy of ANTIGONE to her dad, which is pretty cool.

So now, ANTIGONE is available to everyone. Feel free to share, retweet, repost, and remind.

[tweet "Read the comic book adaptation of #Antigone for free"]

SMITTEN, NOT SMITING

My fifth contribution to D Magazine appears in the April issue of D Magazine: Behind the Curtain of Scarborough Renaissance Festival.

Unlike what outsiders may assume, Scarborough’s staff doesn’t actually think they’re from 1533 England. They don’t wear chain mail over their airbrushed t-shirts, quote Monty Python incessantly, or get lost in World of Warcraft. They’re actors, professionals. The cast presents guerilla theater: no stage, no script, and no separation from the audience. With their help, Scarborough offers the closest thing we have to a magic kingdom in Texas.

I had a lot of fun working on this one. It's hard not to be smitten by the people who work at Scarborough. They are funny and talented people. What's not to love?

In other news, my Ready Writing students competed in our district tournament this week. Every one of them placed -- 4th, 5th, and 6th. Not too shabby. It's a good way to end my tenure as their writing coach.

FALSE STARTS

I'm working on a story for the May issue of D Magazine. It's about the incredible work done by CitySquare LAW Center. As is often the case, I have a few false starts until I eventually find my way. Rather than sending my rejected words into oblivion, I thought I'd share them with you. The paragraph below isn't necessarily bad. It's just heavy on the "first person," and this story isn't about me. It also buries the lead. (Note to my editor: I will have the story to you by Tuesday at the latest. Almost done.)

Over the years, I have had a few home-cooked theories about poor people. First. That guy standing on the curb begging for money probably had a three-piece suit and a BMW around the corner. He changed back into the suit and sped off after bilking people for hundreds of dollars every day. I had heard various iterations of this myth from people who knew someone who knew someone who saw it with their own eyes. My first theory evolved into a newer one. That poor people really need sandwiches. Instead of giving them money, which they will probably spend on drugs, if I just gave them a ham and cheese sandwich, this would better meet their needs. And if they refused my sandwich, it confirmed that they were probably not actually poor and just no-good drug addicts. I had many friends who proudly explained that they’d rather give out McDonald’s gift certificates than actual money to the poor. My third theory was that poor people just need an education. Smart people are completely immune to suffering, because they have an education that allows them to navigate around all bad choices. If they are poor, it’s probably their fault. If they didn’t want to be poor, they should go back to school. I clung to the bumper sticker wisdom: “Teach a man to fish and he’ll never go hungry again.” If only the fisherman’s problems were limited to fish. I’m not writing all this to set up some straw man argument against the uncharitable. All these theories expressed certain prejudices on my part on the issue of poverty. I believed that poverty couldn’t be as serious as it appeared. I believed there were simple solutions that could be applied universally to all poor people. And I desperately wanted to believe that it was a personal problem and very little could be done to help.

And then we transition to the actual story. See? Why not just begin with CitySquare? When in doubt, leave it out. My words are well-meaning, but it's "comments section debate fodder" and not really where I need to go.

Thus, you have just seen me self edit.

WRITER GOES TO HELL

Last week, April and I went to a private screening of BAD KIDS GO TO HELL at the Angelika. I wrote about the experience and some of my thoughts on the movie for D Magazine's Front Row blog. Click here to read the story. BAD KIDS' five year journey from script to comic book to film is an interesting one. I’m saving that story for the June issue of D Magazine.

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

After teaching at Martin High School for twelve years, I'm resigning at the end of May. My plan is to work as a full time freelance writer. This decision wasn't made lightly. April and I discussed everything last summer, and she has been incredibly supportive. In fact, I doubt I would've had the courage to make this decision without her constant belief in me. Teaching, if nothing else, has always been stable; it can be tempting to stick with the safe and familiar. Freelancing is a new challenge.

I've leaned heavily on the Freelancers Union , several books on freelancing (thank you Michelle Goodman), and the wisdom of my rogue entrepreneurial friends. Expect more news about my freelance plans in the coming months, including a possible Kickstarter side project. It will be awesome.

I sent a resignation letter to my principal. I had my exit interview with the personnel department. Right now, I've been tying all the loose ends, trying to find teachers to take over Chess Club, UIL Ready Writing, and Creative Writing. Tomorrow, I'll let my students know. Unless they follow me on Twitter, then they'll get the information a little early.

And no, my departure isn't part of some protest against the public school system or a stress-induced reaction to the occupation. I believe in public education and the teachers who make it work. I'll miss the people at Martin, especially the students. Over 1,800 students have endured my rambling lectures, my offbeat theories on Twain and Fitzgerald, and my writing assignments that didn’t always fit our curriculum guide (which ironically, I helped write). I would like to think that on my best days I was able to connect with students and persuade even the most apathetic among them to appreciate good writing.

I leave teaching with a deep reverence for this profession. As a child, I remember on several occasions waking up late at night. The living room light would still be on. I knew my mother was grading papers. What crazy person would do that? I love being a teacher, but it’s time. I’m ready for a new challenge.

STAPLE RECAP

STAPLE! Expo, Austin's celebration of independent media, was this past weekend. Let me find a diplomatic way to say this: while the event is well-organized and thoroughly enjoyable, the economics don't add up. Every year the attendance is lower than I expect. STAPLE should grab comics fans from Austin, San Antonio, Houston, and even the more dedicated folk from Dallas and Fort Worth, but it often seems vendors outnumber attendees. And the people aren't in a spending mood (poor UT students saving their money for beer?). Blame the economy, but it wasn't just my table; this was a general consensus among the other comic creators I talked to. Is Austin suffering from "indie exhaustion?"

Sure, I sold some books -- but when you factor the cost of the table (reasonably priced), the hotel for two nights (group discount), gas ($3.59 a gallon), food, and the basic costs of getting your merchandise together -- it's hard to turn a profit. I will need to get more clever in the future to make it work: one night hotel stay, share the room, share a ride with someone, split a table, and keep the merchandise cheap.

The organizers need to double (triple?) the attendance. This might require some difficult choices. Change of venue? More big names? Creative funding? Free admission? Partnering with another organization? Website overhaul? Some promotion on popular blogs like The Beat and Robot 6? I didn't see any for 2012. It's hard to be too critical, because I don't know the solution and everyone has an opinion. Geographically, an indie comic book convention in Austin makes sense.

On the positive side, the weekend itself is a lot of fun. Uncle Staple is a great guy. Austin Books hosts a party on Friday night. On Saturday night, exhibitors were invited to Franklin BBQ for dinner. Afterward, there's the live art show. I always look forward to STAPLE, but I may need to adjust my expectations. Is this work or play?

Sundry observations:

Square App. Being able to accept credit cards made a huge difference. Huge.

Cats. Cats seem to be "a thing" right now. I saw a lot of cat prints, comics, and other related merchandise.

Best practices. The Houston Indie Book Festival might serve as a model.

Franklin BBQ. I had the ribs. They were really, really good.

Next year. As I wrote previously, I need to be smarter about how I manage this convention if I choose to attend again. Any advice from people who have been able to turn a profit at small shows?

ASTRONAUT DAD, DEBUT AT STAPLE

I don't really want to talk about the ups and downs with publishing ASTRONAUT DAD... again. Here's part of the story, but it doesn't end there. We just moved from CreateSpace to Lulu. Long story short, the Lulu proofs will arrive in a few days. ASTRONAUT DAD will be available on Amazon soon... once again. And you can expect the digital version sometime this summer. Hopefully. At this point, Brent Schoonover and I aren't taking anything for granted.

It's easy to talk about how great a collaboration is when everything runs smoothly. However, it speaks volumes about Brent's professionalism that he hasn't gone insane with all these revisions and corrections. Without hyperbole, we've spent hours talking on the phone about this book and easily 1,000 emails from 2003 to today. I've lost it at times, and he's been fairly zen about the whole situation. So, thank you Brent. I owe you a Lakewood.

I read through the ASTRONAUT DAD pdf file earlier today. It's a good book, and it deserves to be in print, to be fought for. I no longer feel like the writer... I'm this comic book's advocate. For those going to STAPLE!, we will have copies at the show. $15, cash or credit (via Square). If you bring your copy of ASTRONAUT DAD VOL. 1, I'd be happy to give you a $5 discount.