The window seat

Why the hell didn’t she take the window seat?

It’s something I’ve been trying to fathom for the past few days and can’t quite work it out. I’ll start at the beginning. I recently had to go to London for a work thing, and was flown down. My workmate checked us in online, where you can have your choice of available seats. She had told me before that she is a “Window seat nazi” and as such was taking it. This was fine, for being as tall as I am, the extra legroom I can steal on an isle seat can be useful. Still, I knew I’d stare straight past her and out of her little window every chance I got.

The flight to London was exactly as above – she had the window, I had the isle. On the way back however, she steps back when we reach our seats and says “Go on, you take it this time.” Excuse me? All due respect, but are you out of your mind? Giving up the window seat. Seriously. Just like that. I just don’t see how someone can do that.

I’ve always loved airports, and flying even more. I’ll take your 8 hour flight for the few minutes of take-off any day. The excitement starts when, looking from the window, you can see the plane edge closer and closer to the runway, tax-ing slowly. Eventually it straightens up, and the engines get louder and a slight vibration runs through the plane. Your last warning comes entirely too late – the engine noise fills your ears and the pressure on the small of your back lets you know that jet fuel is being burned to launch you into the sky. You sit still as the world tilts backwards, and the world gets farther and farther away….it’s not long before all you can see is white cloud and raindrops being dragged screaming across your window. If you’re very lucky, a little screen pops down to tell you that your altitude is 18000 feet and rising.

Now the clouds are below you, along with the rest of the world, and even clear blue skies and white clouds become a wonder.

At this point, my neck begins to hurt. I’ve been sitting up straight with my head twisted down and to the right for a few minutes, and can’t seem to turn away from the blue outside. But dammit, then I noticed the wing! The adjustable wings on this airplane moved into a more aerodynamic position and filled my head with, apart from visions of Macross Plus, pride. Someone came up with that. Someone human, with all the flaws and promise the state contains. We lie, steal and cheat. We’re arrogant and vain. We’re violent and blow each other up, sometimes spectacularly. But we can fly. It’s crude and noisy and not as cape based as I’d like, but it’s a start.

What else can we do? Well, we put a man on the moon and returned him safely. A few men in fact. What’s after that? Mars? And then…?

I’ve seen the argument made that no country should be putting the money it does into space exploration because there are people on earth who are still hungry and homeless, even in the wealthiest of countries .  Funny how advancement of technology and the human spirit of exploration has to be put on the backburner, and not nuclear weapons, not-nuclear-but-still-blow-up-damn-good weapons and, dare I be controversial, MPs expenses.

We don’t spend billions on space and flight technology just for the potential gains. Although the advancements made by NASA, such as solar power technology and artificial limbs have benifited society greatly. Why we do it, part of why we do it anyway, is because we can. To make sure that we can, and to see what we can do next. Wheels, horse-pulled wheels, engines, jet engines, rocket engines…what’s next?

I love the window seat.

Quis Custodiet ipos custodes? Or the Pros and Cons of Vigilantism

I had an interesting night last night. I say interesting, closer to infuriating.  A friend of mine questioned the judgement of a doorman in our local club. He was in the right, and wasn’t confrontational at all about it, just trying to reason with the gentleman at the door. For this, he was punched in the face. His brother, when trying to break up this fight, was grabbed by the throat, and both thrown out. Cue chaos. A few months before this, another friend of mine was confronted with a similar situation. “He just hit me”, the doorman said with a smile, 5 ft away from my friend. Needless to say, the wrath of Glasgow doormen came upon my friend with the conviction of the righteous.

If you know your comic books – or your Latin – you’ll have translated the above as “Who watches the Watchmen?” A reasonable question, especially when our watchmen operate outwith the rules they are meant to uphold. Studies claim the police force to be institutionally racist. Soldiers torture in the name of peace. Even our bankers, trusted with the finances of the nation, show as much monetary sense as a 5 year old in a sweet shop. A rich 5 year old. Unfortunately, too many of those in positions of responsibility aren’t the equal of what is asked of them. More unfortunate still is that there is often no one to bring them in line. At least not until its too late.

The solution? Vigilantism. MASKED vigilantism. Ok, maybe not masked, but that’d be cool. If people aren’t gong to do their jobs right, and right the wrongs of the world according to myopinions, I’m gonna do it. I know whats right, don’t I? I know not to steal, lie or cheat. I know when someone has wronged me and mine, and I know just how to respond. In fact, I don’t think there’s a person in the land more qualified to dispense justice than I am. But I wont launch a campaign or anything like that, I’ll just keep myself right. I know a criminal? I should just pop him one every now and again. Guy breaks into my house? Well I’ll just break right back into his. And mess stuff up a bit. In fact, I hear there’s a paedophile down the street. I have some friends who would want in on this, good people.  We can sort this out better than the courts did, 4 years is nothing for what he did…

The scary thing about the above paragraph is that you can almost understand it. Why wouldn’t you want to take matters into your own hands if you’re sureyou know what should be done?  Why wouldn’t you make sure justice was done? In his book The Year of Living Biblically, A J Jacobs talks a little about this.  In his quest to live for a year as close to biblical rules as he could, Jacobs must stone an adulterer. Eventually, he finds an idea target for this stoning, and bombards the reprobate with small pebbles and stones. “I cant deny, it felt good to chuck a rock at this nasty old man. It felt primal. It felt like I was getting vengeance on him. This guy wasn’t just an adulterer, he was a bully. And I wanted him to feel the pain he’d inflicted on others, even if that pain was just a tap on the chest”.

Vengance. It looks cool in film titles, but ugly in action. It looks like justice, twisted by anger into something nasty and self replicating. A little mental virus passed on from person to person through a variety of different acts, none of which help anyone. It almostlooks like justice. Sometimes, if you squint. but its not. The bible says “an eye for an eye”, but as Jacobs discovers in his book, not even the old testament meant that literally. The interpretation offered by Jacobs is that when a wrong is committed, something must be done to balance this. An eye doesn’t need to be taken out to pay for an eye, something of equal value will do just fine. How much jail time is an eye worth? How much community service? Who decides?

I’ve heard that if you called a referendum on the death penalty in this country that it would be a landslide victory in favour.  That we’d say its ok to kill people sometimes, if we think they’re bad enough. We’re right, righteous, and they are despicable. Hey, the two most powerful countries in the world do it, why not us?

Because we’re better than that. Better than vengeance, better than fury and better than final judgements. We stand up and say “no, that is wrong”, and we do notpunctuate that by carrying out the same crime. We don’t use death to condemn killing, and we don’t steal what has been stolen. Vengeance isn’t justice, its just vengeance.

Sometimes our rules don’t work, and the people in charge of them don’t work right either. But its better than nothing. Laws that fall down on human error are better than no laws at all. We cant regulate for every aspect of human nature or possibilities therein, but we can do our best. We try to cover our bases, knowing that someone, somewhere, will be treated unfairly because of this, but that someone else is protected by it. We hope for forgiveness for the lives we make harder, and take comfort in the ones we’ve made better. Most of all, we know that we are not perfect, and that we have to try harder. We keep the faith that there is always a better way, and all we have to do is find it.

I will of course enforce this worldview by any means necessary. Because i think I’m right. Might want to keep an eye on me…

10 Awesome things (part 2)

Ok, continuing my by no means exhaustive and in-no-particular-order list of things of things I think are cool…

The West Wing

Quite simply the best television I’ve ever seen, and I watch alot of television. I got the West Wing box set for christmas, and am nearing the end of series 2. One of the quotes on the box says something like “this is the white house, if run with diginity, honour and courage”. Maybe its adding to my evident support for Barack Obama, but watching this show really does give me a better idea about what the real principles were that America was founded on, and a clearer view of that it has and has still to achieve.  From a television perspective its more awesome till – the ensemble cast is pretty much flawless, each actor or actress playing their part perfectly and leaving no doubt in your mind as to their casting. I once described the west wing to someone as a show about very smart people saying very smart things at very high speed, so here’s a small example to finish off http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=FScv89J6rro

Sundays

I used to hate Sundays. They were these long, boring, drawn out days where nothing would happen. I’d pace my house or go a walk, but couldnt ever be satisfied that I’d done something. Sometimes I’d be feeling rough from the night before so not only was I bored, I felt ill or tired. This past while though, I’ve gained a new appreciation for Sunday. Sunday is the day before you go back to work, so its good that its long and drawn out. Sunday is a day where nothing happens, so you can do whatever you want. This afternoon I watched the Breakfast Club (surprisingly good film) with my little sister, and then watched the West Wing.  Now I’m writing a blog, and later tonight I imagine I’ll read or go to my friends’ house. Then I’ll sleep. Sundays are long, and nothing has to happen. Sundays are great.

The Fear, when applied correctly

The fear I’m talking about is the one just short of mortal and physical danger. Its your heart on the line, your dignity, your respect. Its the feeling you get before you talk in front of a large group of strangers (or a small group of friends. its the fear you get at job interviews. I always remember it as the feeling I got before asking out a girl I liked. Its horrible, really horrible, but damn if it doesnt feel good to beat it. Not one girl ever said yes, but it felt good anyway, knowing I’d sone something that I didnt have to, but totally had to. Its not the biggest fear in the world, and its not the hardest to overcome. Its the kind of fear you choose to feel when you choose to do something personally risky. This fear is good, and nothing to be frightened of.

Quinn

Quinn is a mate of mine. A good mate actually. Just as I could have easily filled this blog with ten amazing songs or peices of music, I could just as easily fill it with ten awesome people I know, but I’m just gonna go with Quinn for now. Quinn and I are pretty different in alot of ways.I’m tall with blonde hair and pretty quiet, Quinn is shorter with dark hair and is brilliant socially. We dont go out one on one very often, and seem to have pretty different outlooks. Quinn is one of the friendliest guys I know. He’s honest and does his best, and he’s a good friend. I hope I’m not too different from him.

Proud Geeks

Comics are cool. Anime and manga is cool. Cosplayer? Awesome. Trekkie? Go for it. Film fan? Foreign film fan? Lets talk. Book geek? Stamp collector? Trainspotter? Ornithologist? You all rule. Take whatever it is you love, and shout about it. Write about it. People will read it. Hell, you’re reading this, arent you?

10 Awesome Things (part one)

I read this articletoday on the Herald website.  They asked their colunists and photographers for one thing that they thought made life worth living, and came up with a list of 25 things that make life great. Here are a few of mine, with a bit of explanation. I’d love to read yours too, so feel free to comment with a few!

In no particular order…

Music

An easy, obvious one, I grant you. But there’s a reason its obvious and easy. I could probably do ten different paragraphs on ten awesome songs that that would be enough for this entry, but I’ll condense it as much as is possible.  I think i did a blog entry on music a long while ago, before I failed spectacularly at updating. I just spent the last half hour looking up old songs I loved when I was younger, and ones I didn’t care much for when I was younger but love now.  Alot of people will talk about songs as being like a trigger, but I think they’re more like a bullet. Once fired, a song will go through your mind till it finds just the right point, the right neuron to fire and synapse to stimulate. Some pass right through unspectacularly, taking only a few minutes your life and hearing with them. Others though, others get stuck. One might get stuck in your arm, you get tense and clench a fist out of excitement or anger, a crescendo or drumbeat making your blood flow. One might hit your leg and make you want to run or dance. Some get your right between the eyes and have you thinking for hours, throwaway lyrics multiply in your head like philosophical bacteria until you’ve gotten a new slant on life from a few seconds of a single track. More songs than enough will hit your heart.

To Kill a Mockingbird

I know, going from the blanket heading of  “music” to an individual book isnt very generous to music, but like I said, I did a blog post on it so it gets less screen time. This list will probably be odd in that regard. Anyway, this book floors me. Its like a manual on courage and conviction and decency. I’ll never forget reading the last page of part two. Atticus is explaining to his son why he sent him to wait on a mean old woman who had no kind words to say for him. The old woman was dying, and Atticus’ reason for sending his son to see her every day will stick in my memory till I die. Go read it.

Superman

Yeah, you knew it was coming, what of it? My liking for Superman is practically a joke about me. A cliche and around number 3 on the list of “obvious things to know about Stephen”, missing the number 1 spot of “his name is stephen” and number two of “he is tall”. Someone asked me once why I spent so much damn money on comics. She could see much better ways to spend that money. To her, what I had just spent was a new belt. To me though, it was a number of things. Escapism for one. Part three of six for another.  But more than anything, it was hope. Naive, childish, brilliant hope, and wonder, and the belief for a period of time that I was the equal of any challenge in the world. How this fictional character grew to have that effect on me, I couldnt tell you. Dont care to investigate it too much to be honest. I could go into details about the portrayal of the character in the current comics. The moral fortitude, the grace, the iron will. When it comes down to it though, the only thing that matters is this – He’s the good guy. The ultimate good guy. And he stops the badguys. So the John Williams theme tune makes me stand taller and I kinda want a cape.  I like my glasses. I might even think it’d be kinda cool to be a journalist. The coolest thing for me is that I just want to be one of the good guys.

Coffee

Another obvious one if you know me well enough. I do love my coffee. Although I start my day with it, I’ve never really found it perks me up. I can drink coffee and night and sleep like a baby. No, the best thing about coffee for me is that its an excuse. An excuse to meet friends, or sit back in a comfortable chair or read or watch TV. A delicious excuse I grant you, but it wouldnt taste as good without the extras. Venti latte, no stress, little bit of comic reading and half an hour to myself. Marvellous.

Writing

I dont mean the physical act of pencil to paper. That actually gives me cramp in my hand. No, I mean the process. The moments where the ideas go off like fireworks in a firework factory next to a timber yard. Whn what you were tying to think of just unfolds in your head like its always been there and you finally get the little lightbulb above your head like in cartoons. The moments that keep you smiling for the rest of the day, because you know you got that line justright. Even when I do have to note it down, pushing past the hand cramp, there’s something great in seeing it in front of you, ink on paper. The ideas in your head pulled out and tied down. This is closely followed by the gut wrenching terror of someone actually reading what you’ve written. Aft er that comes either relief or redraft and with the really good critics, you get both. I love writing and I dont do it enough. Hassle me about that ok?

Ok, thats five done! I’ll post again soon with another five, in a clever plot to make sure I update twice in quick succession. I have Matt to thank for that one (thanks Matt)

And again, please comment with some of your favourite things!

New York – Part Three

Everywhere you look in New York you see buildings that seem to go up and up and never stop. Its easy, when surrounded by man made giants, to overlook the natural giants that have been there all the time.

In the heart of maybe the greatest city in the world, there is approximately 1.32 square miles of green grass, trees and lakes. We started our last full day in New York’s Central Park. Fortunately, there was no sign of clouds or David Blaine, the sun split the sky. First stop – The zoo! yes, 22 and 23 years old we may be, but there was still something awesome about polar bears up close. It seems even animals from across the world gather in New York.

We walked around the park for hours, and could have walked for hours more. It is simply vast. My favourite thing about it though was just before we left. Standing beside a baseball diamond, we got a good view. A very good view.

trees and skylines

It really felt like you were in the heart of the city. True, the name Central Park kind of gives that away, but its when you look around that you really feel  it. Buildings on every side of you. New York is, frankly, mental. This seems to be the place to relax. Everything in the city is reaching higher all the time, from people to buildings, but here its fine just to be on the ground.

Now, I’m totally going to advertise for TGI Fridays here. I had a steak. I had an awesome steak. We wanted something typically american for our last meal in american, and nothing said “USA!” quite like a large steak and pint of beer. We had no idea what to do after dinner, however. We thought as far as “go on the roof of the hotel” and then maybe move on. When we got there however, we met some guys from Toronto.

Every year, they do a guys trip somewhere, and this year was NY’s turn. They all had weekend names, and it took till the end of the night to learn their real ones. We talked most to a guy called Glenn (took a few hours to find that out). Turns out he has family in Aberdeen and has been to Scotland a few times.  I cant get over that actually. I go to a city with more people than my own country and find a canadian talking about the price of fish suppers. One of his friends, “charlie” had a few things in common with us too. Charlie had been to Japan for three years teaching – something people who know me will know I intend to do too. Craig got talking to him too, and it turns out they’re in the same profession.

We hung out with the guys for most of the night, went to dinner with them to an italian place where we were given a particularly potent shot called either Raffa or Rappa. Anyway, it is not an experience I’d wish on any man, woman or murderer. Steer clear. After dinner, most of the boys went down to the meat packing district, but Glenn decided to come with craig and I for a drink before heading back to the hotel. He told us about his life, his wife and children, what he does for a living, and how much he hates it when people think Canada is run by America. He tutored us in how to properly mimic a Canadian accent, and did a pretty good scottish one himself.

On getting back to the hotel, we decided on one last drink on the roof. It was around 12am at this point, and we’d been walking all day. Just started a bottle of beer, and I’m talking. I realise that craig isnt talking back,and find him on the right side of unconcious, still clutching his untouched beer, bottle upright. We were tired, and needed sleep. We said our goodnights to the city, and it said goodnight in return. It was gonna stay up for a while.

Goodnight

New York. Part one.

I was going to do this big blog on interconnectedness. How without even realising it, we’re always linking in the things we do to one another, things we’ve already said or written or done It was going to be huge, so huge in fact that I’m a bit scared of it, so lets leave it for now.

Instead, I’m going to talk about my trip to New York, (the reson why you’ve gone without a blog in so long…).

New York, is big. Its very big actually. New York is so big, that you cant see even half of it in, say, four and a bit days. And thats just Manhattan. We definatley tried though. Arriving at about 10:30pm, after our flight had been delayed by five hours, we were tired more than anything, but excited. We decided to hell with it, we were going site-seeing. Just a few blocks down and a few blocks across was the tallest building in New York, the Empire State Building. It was lit up perfectly, cinematically, and reminded us exactly why we’d just spent 14 hours travelling suspended 36000 feet in the air in a metal tube. There are two observation decks in the building – the 82nd floor, and the 102nd, and we didnt come all that way for second best. After about four elevators and one metal detector, we run into some english accents, and a security guard who tells us that the Empire State Building is a Glasgow Rangers building. Seems home follows us everywhere.

The view was…vast. I didnt just want eyes on the back of my head, I wanted them all around (at least to, say, my ears, the building itself stoped a 360 degree view) You could see everything if you looked for it. Statue of Liberty, Chrysler building, and the weird gap in the skyline where the tallest buildings used to be. We were up there for about an hour or an hour and a half, just looking. Us an about 70 other people of course, even at midnight the observation deck is crammed. Looking over one side, we saw directly on to a trendy bar where stood taking pictures of us, and being snapped in return.

102nd view

The way down was full of movie memorabilia – a clipboard from Breakfast at Tiffany’s, a poster from King Kong, and row after row of plastic and glass model Statues of Liberty.

We werent 100% sure where we actually were. Two guys running on a mountain dew and a slice of pizza, “somewhere near the empire state building” at 12:30am. We just walked, and sooner or later hit 5th avenue. This bode well as our hotel was on 3rd avenue, it shouldnt be too far away, should it? Walking home gave us a few sights too. St Patrick’s cathedral, which looks amazingly creepy at night. Then my personal favourite, the statue of Atlas. I think i’d been watching the news too much, but I cant help but think of Atlas as the American people. Well meaning, almost all of them, doing their best, but for whatever reason they’re bent double trying to support the weight on their shoulders, one they didnt ask for specifically but wont let go of either. America and Americans are pretty villified over here, sometimes they do it to themselves. I cant help but think though that the average American is just like the average anyone else – trying to do their best, hoping they’re doing right. Not the people’s fault that their politicians arent as altruistic as they are. People get sick of America leading charges, but the next time a charge needs led, they’ll expect America to be up front. With great power comes great responsibility. (Amazing fantasy #15) and no one has more of both than the USA.

We eventually found our way “home”. The Pod Hotel. But I’ll blog on that next time. My first few hours there are quite enough for now.

With great power...(I love spiderman)

The Web

People change things. No matter where they are, or what they are doing or trying not to do, people change things. You see it all the time in science fiction, someone goes back in time, steps on a butterfly which had an almost unbelievable effect on whether or not person X was born. Person X is not born, and Poland rule the world. On a smaller scale though, its still true. The tired cliche is ripples – each one of us makes countless ripples every day throughout the lives of everyone we know and half the people we dont. Take one of us out, and our ripples stop.

I dont think we realise how important these ripples are. I dont think we’re aware enough of our presence. The internet is a great example of this, as thousands upon millions of people log on every day and access their web presence. Relationships have been built on this bundle of 1s and 0s, some people have even lost their lives to it. I have been lucky enough to find one or two real friendships, that matter as much to me as those not started in the flesh.  I know that were my friends to suddenly not exist on the internet, I would notice, very quickly.

How much of a person goes into their internet self? People can go on to a social networking site, and load up pictures of themselves, tell you about their good times and bad times, their interests and hobbies and favourite songs and films and books….Some of these people then die, leaving their little web selves flickering solitary online. Their sites become shrines, mementos and memories of friends long gone. A digital fingerprint saying that this person existed in a sea of unmeasurable information.

The problem I have with this is that information can be destroyed, deleted. What becomes of my online friends and I if we’re deleted?  I think this is why people like “things” so much. Keepsakes. Physical reminders of their lives, and the lives of others. I once tried to get pictures of me and all my friends, just one on one or in a group. It was something to say “we know each other”. Something to remember them by when everyone goes their separate ways, or even if we never do.

Of course, I dont need things to remember my friends. I remember them by remembering myself, and thinking of who I’d be without them (I try not to think for long on that, I’m delicate). I know that my memory though, wont always be there. Maybe I’ll just plain lose it, maybe I’ll just plain die. Which would suck. I’m half tempted to just write in a book somewhere “stephen sutherland is friends with …”, you know, whoever. Just so its noted.

Like many of my posts, this one has meandered a little and I apologise. The ideas I had are merging into one another, takng up remnants of conversations with people, mixed up memories. I’d much rather have the memories than the post of course, but I would like you to read it. This blog could theoretically be the one peice of evidence I was ever here (assuming aliens or something kill everyone I know, and I “stick it to the man” by deleting my social networking sites). If that is the case….I better start writing better.

Yella’ bellied

As seems to be standard with my blog entries, I’ll start with an apology for not updating more regularly. The honest truth is that I’ve just been busy and havent had the chance! So without further ado…..

I’ll get this out of the way since i havent posted since I it was released – The Dark Knight. It was awesome. You know it was awesome, I know it was awesome, everyone knows. I cant say anything that hasnt been said already. Bravo. And please, encore.

I digress.

Head first. Thats the point I was getting to ironically. It seems to me nowadays thats its the only way to go. It may be my steady diet of superheroic fiction, reckless anime heroes, heroines and villains, but I cant shake the feeling that the only way to go forward isnt with my best foot, its with everything. At some point, I just got sick of sitting around and planning. “I’ll do it in two months and eight days, when event X happens”. of course, event X is postponed a little, and by the time it comes around its pretty much event Y now. Why bother? An old proverb says not to put off till tomorrow that which you can do today, and I finally got around to figuring out how right that is.

There’s something beautiful about seeing someone live every day without fear. Someone who can do and feel everything they want because they know that come what may, everything will work out for the best. it doesnt always of course, but at the time it sure feels like it will. You cross the bridge of negativity when you come to it, never before. I know people who have lived in other countries where they barely speak the language. People who have thrown themselves across the world and al the way back again. People who have made it on their own steam as far as they wanted to go,and are still looking farther. God help me I’m jealous. Gut twistingly, tear inducingly jealous.

I cant say whats in their heads. If they were scared, if they were calm. All I know is that scared or not, by the time push came to shove, they were without fear. Sure it may have hung around them, like a bad smell in the air, but it didnt stick. I hate how scared I get when I think of doing something big. The feeling I get when I do it though…there’s nothing quite like being your own personal hero for ten minutes. Even if that ten miniutes only comes along once every ten years or something.

I mention all this because I have a few ideas. Some that could stay ideas, and some that could mushroom into something bigger. Unfortunatley for me, I’m not fearless. But i think I can be brave.

tired thoughts

Ok, I’m a little tired and was up till stupid o’clock last night, so forgive me if this post rambles on a bit.

 

I don’t even know what I’m about to write about. I started putting on music on youtube that I’m probably too old for and would never let anyone know I listen to, and its gotten me thinking in that soap opera OC teen drama with a supercool soundtrack way.

 

It’s becoming a real struggle, by this, the third paragraph, not to make this into a nostalgia post. I did enough of those on livejournal and no one needs to hear it again. Instead, I think I’ll think about the music, and the drama.

 

There’s a reason that TV shows and films put so much effort into soundtracks. The right song at the right moment can have the most profound effects, raising emotion on subjects you thought long since resolved, or never even knew were there. It makes me wonder just what it is about music that can do that, underline a feeling or idea or emotion so incisively and powerfully. Although I suppose its not just music – a good book can do it, a favourite comic book even (All star superman issues 6 and 10), a work of art or a photograph. It strikes me that these things work really well in twos. I’ll champion comic books – American and Japanese and from anywhere in the world – till I die, an obvious marriage of words and pictures. The aforementioned TV use of music and moving pictures can work wonderfully and for some reason always surprises me. There are apparently a few comic book writers out there who see a strong link between comics and music, which is something I’ll need to read more about. Adding music to a comic, making it move, it feels like making it more like reality. Books go through it too, only with the added stage of storyboarding – a process I find suspiciously like a comic book. The book becomes a comic, which then becomes filmed. We read it, then we can see it, then we can see it in motion, the steps away from reality are becoming less and less. Of course, we watch our films and TV shows and know they aren’t real, and maybe that’s where the music comes in. We can suspend our disbelief over a bridge if we want, but we still know its not real. As much as we can connect with the emotions, they aren’t real emotions. Maybe the music helps. Its either a big neon sign saying “be sad here” and “smile at this” or it’s a two pronged attack, to make up for the lack of emotional kick that the medium just cant escape.

 

Last year in uni, my lecturer asked the class why we studied English. Why should a university put so much money into studying books? I always thought the obvious answer – its about communication. We try and get across our ideas and feelings and thoughts whatever way we can, whether we realise it or not. A raised eyebrow is as much communication as a written letter, sometimes moreso. Studying English was really just a study of communication, analysis of tone and structure and word choice, related to everything around it.

 

I’ve actually totally lost my train of thought and have no idea what I was going to say, so I’ll stop here save for some one word comics reviews…

 

 One Word Reviews – Comic Books

 

Ultimate Fantastic Four – Namor (Note: this one word should say it all)

 

Batman and the Outisders – Dropped

 

The Flash – Gorillas

 

Final Crisis – Rogue’s Revenge – Awesome.

Return

Ok, so operation “good blog” didnt start off so well, but that doesnt mean it has to stop. I made this decision when I started this blog that it wouldnt have anything to do with my life, just a bunch of musings, reviews and general geek chat. Then the occasional thoughtful thing crept in, like my last post. Trying to keep my life out of my blog is entirely pointless. Even if I just write reviews, I’m still putting across my personality, my views and my outlook, even if its not to do with my life directly.

Everything to do with this blog so far has been entirely indicative of my personality. I started with the best of intentions, just wanted to talk about my favourite things, keep myself hidden away from it. Then I started to think a little more than I intended, and we got some posts on suicide. Then I let my life get in the way of this, and it fell by the wayside. I imagine if I hadnt been so against posting things about my life then this blog would have been peppered with posts.

So I am making a change. In alot of things, but lets just focus on the blog for a moment. I’ll still do reviews and the like, rant about my geekish peeves and the state of society, but the blog will probably not be as dedicated to the reviews as before unless in special cases. I’ll try and post every week on something, and maybe include a few paragraphs at the bottom of some reviews of comics or tv shows or manga or anime or whatever. The bulk of my blog, I hope, will be of substance. be it about my life or just life or just something, I’ll just do my best to make it interesting for you.

Here it goes then, blog take two. If it first you dont succeed…..