A Pretty In Pink invaded by Normals, a leaving do, many cups of healing elixir - I've not been up to anything it'd be too edifying to report in depth. Except that I've read the first Phonogram, and it's even better than I expected. For most of you, as for me, I'm sure the basic premise - music is magic - is pretty much stating the obvious. But what Kieron Gillen has done so well is to actually think that through. As he explains in the afterword/sleevenotes, there are three one-level stories this could have been - the autobiography, the modern fantasy, the slightly silly bouncy comic - and they'd all have been OK. But by letting the three tense against each other, you've got something which actually captures how many levels music affects on, how many directions it can spin your life in at once. You've got something true - and still very funny with it. Look at page six of the preview on that link up there, for instance; I have never, in any medium, encountered a better account of how soul-destroyingly awful sitting through bad support acts can be. It does help, of course, that the key musical touchstones this issue are Kenickie and the Afghan Whigs, two of my very favourite bands - but I'm sure even those whose lives have not been enriched by their music could follow this issue and get something from it at one level's remove. Though frankly, if you don't like at least one of the two already, why exactly are you here?
Film with black writer, director and stars described by campaign group as "flagship programme for racism" and "a return to the "care-free" days of the Black And White Minstrel Show" - ban sought. Even aside from the self-evident idiocy of this, it reminds me that I increasingly feel that I've hit on the formulation for what should be the central law of all human societies. It's an old phrase - 'live and let live'. But what we need to change is, making clear just how indivisible they are, how solid that 'and' is. Live *and* let live - or neither. The minute you start calling for bans on films or books or sexual behaviours or intoxicants or anything else which doesn't directly impinge on the freedom of others, you've ceased to let live - so you no longer get to live.
Extremist liberalism. I'm liking it.
"I'd rather Batman embodied the best that secular humanism has to offer - a sour-faced, sexually-repressed, humorless, uptight, angry, and all-round grim'n'gritty Batman would be more likely to join the Taliban, surely?" Wise words from Grant Morrison - though unlike him, I am massively looking forward to Frank Miller's Batman vs al Qaida project, if it ever actually arrives. In other comics news, I knew that Wonder Woman's creator, William Moulton Marston, was a psychologist whose interest in bondage manifested itself in the early strips. What I didn't know was the sheer unsubtle extent of it, his belief that female domination was the route to world peace, or that he was himself nonmonogamous.
The Web Planet is one of my favourite First Doctor stories, but I'm nonetheless obliged to concede that it doesn't half go on a bit. And no wonder - if it's not the Menoptera doing their Attack of the Mimes movement (genuinely alien, but still intermittently annoying), talking melodically about "the fun goose" and "the animoose" or generally prancing about, it's Bill Hartnell pottering around the set, desperately trying not to let on that he's forgotten his lines, his blocking and quite possibly what programme he's on. You can see how it ended up six episodes long, and a spot of Top Trumps definitely helps with some of the longeurs.
Revolt or no revolt, for at least a time, Pluto is no planet. Why does this leave me feeling so upset, as though it had been blown up, as though the solar system now comprising eight planets were more than a semantic matter? I mean, even by my understanding of the world, I very much doubt that Pluto knew it was a planet in the first place, so I can't see what it has lost - or even what we have. Still, something's gone, somehow.
Film with black writer, director and stars described by campaign group as "flagship programme for racism" and "a return to the "care-free" days of the Black And White Minstrel Show" - ban sought. Even aside from the self-evident idiocy of this, it reminds me that I increasingly feel that I've hit on the formulation for what should be the central law of all human societies. It's an old phrase - 'live and let live'. But what we need to change is, making clear just how indivisible they are, how solid that 'and' is. Live *and* let live - or neither. The minute you start calling for bans on films or books or sexual behaviours or intoxicants or anything else which doesn't directly impinge on the freedom of others, you've ceased to let live - so you no longer get to live.
Extremist liberalism. I'm liking it.
"I'd rather Batman embodied the best that secular humanism has to offer - a sour-faced, sexually-repressed, humorless, uptight, angry, and all-round grim'n'gritty Batman would be more likely to join the Taliban, surely?" Wise words from Grant Morrison - though unlike him, I am massively looking forward to Frank Miller's Batman vs al Qaida project, if it ever actually arrives. In other comics news, I knew that Wonder Woman's creator, William Moulton Marston, was a psychologist whose interest in bondage manifested itself in the early strips. What I didn't know was the sheer unsubtle extent of it, his belief that female domination was the route to world peace, or that he was himself nonmonogamous.
The Web Planet is one of my favourite First Doctor stories, but I'm nonetheless obliged to concede that it doesn't half go on a bit. And no wonder - if it's not the Menoptera doing their Attack of the Mimes movement (genuinely alien, but still intermittently annoying), talking melodically about "the fun goose" and "the animoose" or generally prancing about, it's Bill Hartnell pottering around the set, desperately trying not to let on that he's forgotten his lines, his blocking and quite possibly what programme he's on. You can see how it ended up six episodes long, and a spot of Top Trumps definitely helps with some of the longeurs.
Revolt or no revolt, for at least a time, Pluto is no planet. Why does this leave me feeling so upset, as though it had been blown up, as though the solar system now comprising eight planets were more than a semantic matter? I mean, even by my understanding of the world, I very much doubt that Pluto knew it was a planet in the first place, so I can't see what it has lost - or even what we have. Still, something's gone, somehow.
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Date: 2006-08-26 02:54 pm (UTC)(For the uninitiated/unbothered, Thoughtfully = Terra = Earth, A = Asteroid belt.)
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Date: 2006-08-26 04:01 pm (UTC)Erm.
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mickey mouse's dog is gay?
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Date: 2006-08-29 01:05 pm (UTC)TBH I never really got the hang of the mnemnonics for that one, I just learned the order the planets were in. Much simpler. Whereas I still use Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain for rainbows - under protest, of course, as regards acknowledging that figment of Newton's numerological lunacy that is 'indigo'.
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Date: 2006-08-27 02:43 pm (UTC)Whoa, man! Deeeeeeep!
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Date: 2006-08-29 01:06 pm (UTC)Doddering old hack.