Leaving the Cassaday/Pope burlesque shindig at the Slipper Room on Friday, Lilli and I pop out of the cold into Bereket on Houston and Orchard for a late-night doner kebab. Since it was my sweet tropical fish's first kebab, I step to and order from the young gent manning the rotating lamb slab sweating under the heat lamp. I hold up two fingers and ask for a deuce with extra tahini, extra hot sauce. He nods and then does a double take, squinting at my lapel, which features a (brilliantly-designed) ACT-I-VATE pin like this one:
"Whass dat?" He points to it with the greasy kebab tongs.
I smile; "You like comix?" I fish into my pocket for one of the ACT-I-VATE cards that purvision printed up for the NYCC. "Go check this out on the web: eight cartoonists here in New York doing new free comix everyday." His eyes light up as he takes the card with the tongs. He grabs a "Guest Check" pad from the counter and starts scribbling on it; he hands me what I assume is a receipt for the kebabs, smiling like we share a secret.
The Guest Check reads www.komikim.com. He cocks an eyebrow and says "You are doing the same what my friends in Turkey are doing. You should get into touch with each other." He pockets my cards and turns around, using his electric knife to chainsaw sweating slices of savory meat off the kebab "leg" turning slowly under the heating lamp in tiny circles like the earth we all call home, where apparently we ALL love comix.