Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Kumamoto Castle

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Are you not entertained?!

"Are you not entertained," echoed Maxamillius's words as he postured in the arena bellow. The Gladiator was enraged at the pompus rich and middle class patrons who would use there money for watching such a bloody and dehumanizing sport.
Well, according to Yahoo News, we still have morons who are so easily entertained. It may not be Gladiators, and it may not even be pro-wrestlers yelling obstinities as each other while wearing speedos and sweating under huge spot lights only to later play a little slap and tickle tag, it is however, just as silly.

Yahoo news reporst: Speaking of Paris Hilton, she hit Vegas last weekend in her usual manner. The partying princess was spotted at Tao at the Venetian and also at the one-year anniversary of Body English at the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. And she just couldn't get enough of her signature table-top dancing at Body English on Saturday night. What a sight she was. I'm told she fell off the table not just once, but a "few times." "She'd just fall off, stumble and get right back up, like there was nothing wrong," a fellow party-hopper reports.

Ouch, does it hurt to fall down?

Granted, watching idiots (most probably drunk) falling off tables numerous times is indeed funny, why won't Paris just go away? Why does the press need to hound her so much? She obviously cators and even craves the cameras attentions, but the more she's in the news the more apparent it is that Paris Hilton is a twit. Well, I can't help but laugh at her, but it makes me sick how many young girls are trying to emulate her. Just so everyone knows, "she's not a role model! No no no!" And you can quote me on that.
In fact, Paris is like the opposite of a role model. She's like, the anti-role model which doesn't stand for anything good. She's not generous, intelligent, or uplifting. She only runs around being stupid... and when I say "being" she's doing it on purpose. Because can anyone really be that dumb? I redirect you to the report by Yahoo above. Paris amounts to billionaire trailer trash, and I think I just offended all of the trailer trash, my apologies.

Maybe the title of this post should have been "obsessed with obsenities." Just thinking outloud.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Simplicity of the Line

Art by Bengal

In art there are several things which make the art beautiful. Realism, Impressionism, and although one is natural and one is an interpretation, in art sometimes the copy can be more valuable than the litteral thing. Art then has either extreme detail, to copy as accurately as possible the object which it objectifies, or art will be entirely simplistic and leave a lot up to the viewers imagination. I like both, but in my study of manga and Japanese comics, I have come to appreciate the value of simplicity over detail. Mostly because I have an over active imagination, and pictures such as these, by the French artist known as Bengal, draw my attention. They tell a story. As the famous adage goes, a picture speaks a thousand words.

Another thing I have come to appreciate in manga styled art is the use of dynamics. This includes dynamic story pacing, dynamic forshortening of scenes, and radical story telling methods, dynamic in their own right. For some reason, by using a more simple line, manga seems to grasp the concept of naturalism. Clothes drape, flow, and fold just right. Characters are caught in very normal poses opposite to the static superhero posing done in American comics. Maybe it is just better art, or perhaps it's the rawness of something which one knows to be forced with such control on the very brink of perfection. Maybe not in the same technical aspects as a James Tissot painting, and perhaps the lighting may never be as exact in a comic book, but their is a light hearted energy to manga styled art; a sense of joy, and imaginative fun overbounds. The same feeling is even aparent when done by other's who are mimicing, or replicating, or redefining this artistic style; and yet, it is a relatively new and unherd of style.

Art by Bengal

For me, manga is the next frontier of storytelling and art. Even though it started out as inately Japanese, the entire world has adopted this medium with open arms and a keen sense of curiousity. It's not just manga however, the graphic novel itself opens us up to new genres of story telling possibilities, it is quintisentially the new medium of visual communication. It is a means to bring together ideas, thoughts, cultural awareness, (our) art, and allows us (as human beings) to bridge our imaginations as a collective whole. Our own representative medium which we can incorporate anything about us in a way which everyone, regardless of social, political, religious creed, age, gender, culture, and race can all understand with equal opportunity. We are unified by our love of the image, and such things it can emulate, the best being our best. I like to think that all art does this on some level, but some mediums are more efficient at it. Unlike cinema, manga and comics leave more to our imaginations. Maybe this is why in an age of movie viewing, when the silver screen has conquered Shakespeare, comics are steadily increasing in popularity, awareness, and due respect. They are simply entriguing. Coming back to that age old adage, if one image speaks a thousand words then having a graphic novel saga of several thousand pages of brilliant art meshed seemlessly together with the written word is a medium to truely be respected.

Computive Authority

I find it odd that anybody in the professional industry has more authority if only they sit behind a computer. FedEx man comes in, and walla, person behind the comp gets to sign for the delivery? Why? Because it takes brains to run a machine, and those people who sit at computers must have decision making capabilities right?

Hello computer? How come talking through the mouse never works?

However, I personally don't ever know what I'm doing. I just hit keys and things happen. However, this has never stopped anybody at my place of employment from coming over and asking me the bigger questions. Never mind the fact I'm not their manager. Never mind the fact that I've only been working there for two day when they've been there for three years. I'm behind a computer. And people who sit behind a computer obviously know what they're doing.

Problem? I can fix it, I can fix anything! Clrl. Alt. Tab...er...delete; and the respect ensues. Never mind the fact I don't really know what I'm doing. There are hundreds like me, hundreds of us computer savvy, those who make the world a smoother functioning place. And it's a wild ride, because none of us, and I can promise you, not a single one of us have a clue. But, so what? Where's the fun in knowing everything anyway?