twitter is down for the same reason that blogger went down all the time. it's being designed to maximize interestingness, not to maximize reliability. going down from time to time makes for a better corporate story..
Speaking of small, focused little web apps, this looks interesting too. It doesn't do much, but it does fill a need for facilitating non-permanent bookmarks in a very simple way. Bookmarked links you use get marked as read and moved off the pile.
Syndicated wasted time flickers before my eyes. The cat sighs, making a pillow of my right forearm. The snores of my brother/roommate rattle my closed bedroom door, the curse of his genes and paunch.
Failure's whisper mutes Kellsey Grammar. Ah, that Frasier. Can't I just lie here, I wonder. Haven't I done enough today? Sure, I hate this fucking show, but Mercedes Ruehl is on, and I always loved her.
There is a fine moment, among many fine moments, in the movie Serenity where The Operative explains he does not have a place in the better world to come. He is a monster and he acts to make a world he can't exist in.
Its a very good moment. It cements the character.
It says allot about means and ends and the choices to get from one to the other.
And it says allot about what I think about Civil War.
Had a good vibe of white noise going on, including the central air, a cat purring, Bill Maher (as white as noise gets), and some mp3s. Finally that little window opened in my head, and I saw the character, what he was setting out to do, and who was waiting for him.
On one hand, the character is a symbol for everything I like to think the US tries for on our best days - The Great Experiment and all that liberal progressive jazz. The rule of law, equality, an inherent value in each person, and the notion of justice in its most innocent form. The best writers have used him as a mirror for this - a way to remind readers what we want to stand for in the US and how hard it is to make that stand. More so he shows how often we fall so short we can't even see the other side. He has told truth to power, and left for the road when the weight of corruption was too much. Hell, the man is even an artist.
In the other hand we have a jingoistic symbol of the United States own certainty in its own (self) righteousness and relic of an age where we were sure everything we did was just. An age not to different from now for some people I think. He wears a flag on his chest and throws the same flag into people's faces. He bares a name that presumes to speak for everyone on two continents. More so he is a blue-eyed blond man chemically made into the perfect soldier, which can be fairly creepy. A thing many writers have noticed with the amount of time the Red Skull ends up looking just like him. In the end, he is the authority of force and the symbol of American imperialism with feet.
And he is dead. Again really, its a common enough story. And there is a new Cap, another common story. But I think this story addresses the issues above like no other has.
We have Bucky, or to be exact Brubaker's Bucky, an character uncertain in his ideals, a character with no belief of the simplicity of right and wrong. It is Bucky's book now. Yet we still have Steve Rodgers - as important a character dead as he was alive. Thats different this time too, the dead figure is not off to the side, he looms large over the story.
Rodgers is now a ghost of an ideal. The best angels of what the old character stands for act to give drive the new Cap. A new Cap who is at once more troubled as a character and less troubled as a symbol. The costume is the still an image of "America", the shield still flies at people's heads - but the character is not presumed to be perfect. A flawed broken man in search of an ideal that vanishes like a ghost, but one he very much knows exists and he hopes he can live up too. That is the USA I so often love and so often hate. And so the symbol changes.
Brubaker has stripped out the faults and left the dream. Captain America is now a character seeking redemption both for himself and for that dream. Within Brubaker's new narrative this Captain American can live up to the reality of the ideal in a way the older character never could.
Its a defining run. And no matter what happens next I am damn happy to read it each month.
Edit: Clarity, typos and context. Allot in other words.
This was taken during Bhudda's Birthday, sort of like the Bhuddist version of Christmas. Only during it, every Bhuddist in town makes little paper lanterns and participates in a march through town. In Seoul this meant that there was a march of about 100,000 people silently walking with little coloured lotus lanterns. My girlfriend at the time and I visited a big temple in the area of Insa-Dong. The effect of a million paper lanterns quietly swinging in the breeze was most definitely the calmest feeling I've ever experienced. Add to that the fact that on each of these lanterns is a little card with someone's name and their wish and you have the best holiday I've ever heard of.
I mean, I like football okay I suppose, but I'm just not feeling it this year. And though I like the |natural enemy of the human| a little more than many here, I'm certainly not going to watch this. (link not safe for... anyone)