amazing welsh dinosaur drawn in end-papers of book (correctly) called “I can draw dinosaurs”
Tagged by : minimoonstar
Nickname: People do actually sometimes call me “Reifferschizzle” in real life; it’s a play on my last name.
Birthday: January 9.
Gender: cismale :(
Sexuality: straight :(
Height: 178 cm. I had to check my passport for that info, measurements are one of the many common knowledge things that I simply haven’t absorbed; I tend to go deep into subjects if they interest me, but if they don’t, I tend to blank them out completley, to a ridiculous extent. I’m working on this.
Time zone: BST
What time and date it is currently there: September 1, 2014, 12:45pm
Average hours of sleep I get each night: About 8.
The last thing I googled was: “Josie Long” “Doctor Who”, to find DW special features with her in them.
My most used phrase(s): “Death of the author”, as a quick shorthand for discussions of authorial intent; “for fuck’s sake”, the shared refrain of all londoners.
First word that comes to mind: picture
What I last said to a family member: Bye, probably? I have very long phone conversations with my mum, relating to world events, the health status of her various cats, weather, etc.
One place that makes me happy and why: In Portugal - Confeitaria Nandinha, in Oporto. I used to live opposite it and it’s still great to come back, see all the old faces, have real coffee (not an option in the LDN).
In London - Abney Park Cemetery. I am inspired by its Dissenting legacy and love its nature.
How many blankets I sleep under: One.
Favorite beverages: I am tragically addicted to coca-cola. Also enjoy coffee, tea, single malt whiskey, port, wine.
Three things I can’t live without: books, interwebs, Hip-Hop.
Something I plan on learning: I did a one-week intensive yiddish course and am hoping to keep it up. On a more abstract level, I’m hoping to learn to be more open to new experiences.
A piece of advice for all my followers: People generally tend to think mostly of themselves. By which I don’t mean that I think people are particuarly selfish, just that everyone’s inner life is mostly pretty involved and people tend to overrate how much others think of them. So don’t sweat it if you missed a social cue, failed to complete some task, embarassed yourself in front of someone you care about - they are very likely to attribute much less importance to this than yourself.
You all have to listen to this song: Tubarões - Tema Para Dois I uplodaded this slightly wanky piece of Afro-Jazz-Fusion to YouTube myself. Tubarões are from Cape Verde.
My blog(s): just this one, but I have had others in the past. There’s a Portuguese-language one that’s still on Blogspot which I’m pretty sure was the first blog from the Azores, my little bid at historical relevance.
I enjoyed some of his early Spider-man and I remember enjoying Midnight Nation. I took issue with him choosing to work in that gro$$e$t of gro$$ project: Before watchmen. and him being such an adamant defender of doing work against Moore’s wishes. My pal David Brothers wrote a nice summary of the deal with that here.
I don’t really lose a lot of sleep over what he does, but I’ll happily shit all over his name if it’s brought up. I think Image could do a lot better than publishing his played out superhero ish. But there’s certainly no shortage of guys in comics who will chase a lazy dollar. They’re all welcome to eat shit or die trying. G-G-G UNIT!
Anyway, here’s a Mazinger cover because I like it.
JMS is one of my most hated creators and the fact that Brandon Graham dislikes him only shows his good judgement in my book. Also I wish I could end more real life arguments by shouting G-G-G UNIT! and showing people Mazinger covers.
Speaking of the whole video games thing/brouhaha/reality/shitstorm of trouble. I would consider myself a video gamer without any of the larger association of being into video games culture. But I am definitely part of ‘the culture’, broadly characterized as driven C.R.E.A.M.-like by a homogenous impulse of white male masculinity to have the final say in and about everything. Even if you’re not white or if you’re not male you’re part of it. That needledrop fellow said that reality trumps fantasy after listing off what he thought were salutary features of his reality. He concluded by saying that SJW types are looking to be offended. It’s a typically myopic (so typical as to be willful I’m certain) stance of the White Male Journalist. I mean, needledrop qua person is basically the bald music crit equivalent of Carrot Top. He looks like what he embodies, which is the ongoing skullcrunching backwards facing march of history’s angel obliterating everything in its path.
This is really going off the rails.
What I meant to say is that video games themselves are like the most fun thing in the world to do in spite of (or precisely because?) inviting its participants to have precisely 0 conscious thought about what’s going on around them. I guess it’s easy, if you have 0 awareness of the world, to assume that people have nothing better to do than try to be pissed off. But if you’ve ever been pissed off, you probably recall: it’s not really fun.
There’s a decided mirror effect between (lack of) self-reflection and social reflection, but one need not resort to a Barbara Bush ish argument against the Simpsons to see this.
Guilelessly accept plot after plot after plot centering around a Tough White Guy out to avenge the grisly death of some semi-nameless Dead Hot White Girl; enjoy looking at bikini armor and imaginative gaffer tape outfits; blow people up into bloody, pulpy, vermiculated corpses and camp their respawn point to do it again. It’s not that these things are normatively ‘bad’ (even though they are normatively ‘bad’). It’s that these are the stories are boring and shitty and they’re the ones that still get made, cost and create millions of dollars. I mean, this isn’t exactly even what I mean to say, though.
Like George “Rail Road” Martin’s famous apologia of GoT — namely, that it’s supposed to be a realistic depiction of how war/middle ages actually were, so brutality is required — the people defending video games culture totally ignore the point: even if your particular white male savior story makes sense and is good, even, the fact that video games are an endless, self-replicating succession of white male savior stories. This state of affairs is oafish and boring. But there are many alternatives to Triple AAA gaming titles. Yes, it’s a wide/wonderful world and there are alternatives to everything. And no one is seriously suggesting that video games cause people to rape people or shoot them. What they’re saying is that 1) publishing and 2) profiting off these enterprises leads to a circle of hell reserved for automobile title loan proprietors and crooked cops. That it’s despicable to cater to lowest common denominator themes and plots revolving around sexism, racism, and violence. That it normalizes the actions of said plots. Sure, there are alternatives, but risible crap like Bioshock Infinite is literally hailed as Game Of The Year all over the internet. These views and actions are not unpopular. That the only good woman is a dead/raped woman. Either she’s the woman standing in the way of you having fun shooty video game times, or she’s the one who’s causing you to go on your fun shooty video game journey. Same thing, really.
Reality. Reality trumps fantasy. The reality is that video games are a basic, easy to pick up (hard to master, ok) form of action that caters to the lowest common denominator. This includes a bunch of immature 14 year olds, biologically and spiritually, and the stupid wannabe gamer girls who only play Kardashian and Farmville. Except the latter never send anonymous death threats and rape threats to the former. That’s the reality.
Why would you ever want to defend the interests of the powerful (AAA games publishers) and evil (misogynist trolls from reddit and 4chan)? If there is a most overused trope in the world of videogames, it’s of the dispassionate avenger/protector who saves the world/the innocent/the powerless. It’s a role every meaty white guy* loves to jump into - except when it’s real life.
*Respect to white guys (and people, I guess) but the point is just that society is already set up to/for you. That’s why that “being a white male is life’s easy mode” piece was 1) so good and 2) so reviled by a lot of white males. No one’s (broadly speaking) anti-white guy/person. See the quote above that ostensibly started this whole “train” of “‘thought’”.
‘Odessa’ by Rune Lindbæk
One of my favourite jams from the entire Scandinavian Disco scene’s mid to late 00’s heyday.
Please note: “everyone who works retail, admin, or labor” is pretty much everyone. I can’t remember the last time I worked somewhere without “security” cameras that monitored employees.
I’m having a good laugh right now because our associates just got collectively reprimanded for leaning on the counters during 8 hour shifts on their feet, because it isn’t “professional” looking. So apparently they can put up with a camera over their shoulder to make sure they do their jobs correctly, but a cop with a gun cant?
The people in retail get reprimanded for leaning on the counter, and yet a cop can execute someone and not even be arrested.
Cf: “If You’ve Got Time To Lean, You’ve Got Time To Clean”
The Why Writing Is So Hard field of psychology is very interesting to me.
This is pretty painfully close to my own personal experience, yeah.
‘Dark Comedy Morning Show (feat. Toy Light)’ by Open Mike Eagle
Really into this guy’s melancholy vibe.
‘Surele’ by Benzion Witler
Winding down a week of doing an intensive yiddish course. This has been in my head for days.
‘Tanto Mar’ by Chico Buarque
Buarque’s letter to Portugal after the Carnation Revolution. #tropicalia