Action figures!

Or, an “action-packed” post!

I’ve always loved the word, an excitable trochee. You learn and love it as a kid. Poseable superheroes! Poseable GI Joe! (Or in my case, Action Jackson.) As a kid I thought that my initials—J.B.—made me sound like a movie director, someone in charge of telling the story. A director gets to shout: Action! Later in adolescence the word took on different, more complicated shadings: “I need some action” meant, I need to get laid, or I need to score, or I need some money...