On some good advice, I recently ordered and received Marjane Satrapi's 「Persepolis」 (not the version in that link though - found a "complete collection" version). The art style isn't one I'd normally like, but the faces are very expressive and the story is incredible. I started to page through it before getting back to work today, and had a very tough time putting it down (helps a bit that I paged from the middle) - I hesitate to put it this way, but it looks like it may be good on the level of Art Spiegelman's Maus.
It's kind of nice to have sore legs a lot of the time; I've been enjoying pushing myself with runs and bike rides recently. I think in the past, the practicality of the bike generally took precedence over the fun of it, and in this recent re-biking the fun is taking the lead role (although the practicality is darned nice too).
T'd'O folk have often called me 「Cowboy」 because of the large Jewish/Cowboy hat I used to wear (stopped when I started biking, still trying to figure out how to safely bring my hat with me when I bike). Today's receipt had a handwritten extension of Porto (I usually get Portabella Sandwiches + Pesto - Onions) into "Portabella Cowboy". I rather like that title. Riding through the plains, rustlin' up wild mushrooms... Sounds romantic.. and fungusy.
Having briefly looked at some of the beginning of that comic now, I find it strange that, as far as I can tell, it's mainly Disney that keeps the grandeur of the idea of monarchy alive in the United States( Collapse )
If you don't mind being outraged or bummed out, this may make you quake with anger.
It amuses me that I now think of CDs as being as much packaging as the boxes they come in - I am a bit sad to realise it though, because a lot of the CD covers and cases I have are rather attractive, and it's neat that the musicians (or their publishing company) put some time into making a look. Still, at best I rip them once and put them, cute booklets and fold-out sections, occasionally fantastic art, in a box with the rest of the 20% of CD cases I save, the others heading straight to the trash once their data is scooped out. I imagine there have been many cases of little art forms being lost when production or use patterns shifted. (Oh, another thing to recommend, which is also Persian-ish - in this Amazon order, 「NiyazのNine Heavens]」 - at some point I'll have to check out their predecessor band, 「Axiom of Choice」.
Apart from really liking the music, I find the tracks that are in Parsi to be really beautiful; daydream: invention of a spoken language so beautiful (not necessarly so simple, not necessarily beautiful on just a surface level, but dynamic and clever-feeling) that entire cultures adopt it for that reason alone. A language that, once heard, makes a return to what we speak now feel crude, that inspires in us a thirst to explore its complexity, that feels right wrapped around our tongues, that takes our ideas out to dance and a dinner; reminds them of what they always wanted to be.