arkster: Lisbeth Salander's Wat face. (Salander - What)
Well. That was much more pleasant and internally consistent than Game of Shadows. Fun dialogue, too.

Irene Adler was a personification of sex, which I do not pay as an unreserved compliment. On some level I think the fight against sexist tropes in Sherlock Holmes retellings is already a lost cause. On another I liked that her sexyness a) held real power and b) wasn't demeaned; that her work wasn't used to titillate or to dehumanize her. I was thinking of the DC Madam for much of it, or at least the sensationalized media caricature labelled with that name. So her sex appeal did not bother me as much as it might have. The nude scene was worth it for "??????"

She is defeated by the ~weakness of her heart~, which is unambiguously deplorable. Disappointing in the extreme and only slightly mitigated by Sherlock's apparently sufficient sentiment to rescue her from terrorists. Maybe.

Sherlock is very ace and Irene is very gay and the two of them delight in each others' company, and so before the endgame their actual interaction is truly fun. Sherlock and Watson do just as well - if not better - than they did in season 1. The unspoken dialogue was possibly the best part of the entire episode - the sequence in which everyone carefully does not say the word 'cocaine' and Sherlock appears to be on perfect terms with the fact that he lives with two people who regularly search his room for highly destructive drugs and often mess up his sock index in the process.

As with Game of Shadows, I wish there had been more Watson.

Mrs. Hudson's unexpected sly foxitude was delightful.
arkster: Robin giving you the side-eye. (Robin - Surely you jest!)
What did I just watch? I just. I don't even. I'm not really sure. Let's make this a Cracked article.

SEVEN WTF MOMENTS
Okay this cut is for spoilers even though I'm not doing plot details so whatever )
FIVE COOL BITS

There are a few more spoilers here I guess. Not really though. )


So, final word.

Everything they kept from the first movie: awesome.

Nearly everything they cribbed from other movies, genres and tropes: not so awesome, also, waste of time. I think there was maybe an hour of Sherlock Holmes Movie in my 130-minute Sherlock Holmes movie. 90 minutes, tops. The rest was Sherlock Holmes... starring In Something Else.
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Behold my artistic genius)
" In expanding use across much of Web 2.0, there has come a relatively new slang term for an extremely old practice of behavior. The white knight, on online fora and blog comment pages, is a commenter who leaps to the defense of someone who has been attacked, whether or not they need defending. The antithesis of the troll, who antagonizes for no reason, the white knight swoops in on any given argument with an impassioned plea for a halt to all ad hominem attacks, all hyperbole, and often all strong language whatsoever. The term has found particularly specialized use in discussion spaces for identity politic, such as feminist (in which case knight is gendered male) and race-related spaces (in which case white refers to more than the color of the knight’s horse.) To white-knight, the verb, is often used to call out the behavior of a commenter defending another person unnecessarily; however, even if the assailant is vicious and the issue at hand is crucial, an obnoxious commenter may be white-knighting if he or she gallops in and takes the reins of the discussion. The term white knight challenges the inherent assumption on the part of the knight, that the assailed person cannot speak for hirself, as paternalistic and co-opting of the “victim’s” place in the discourse. "

and then I go on to expand this term and talk about NGOs

but I just really wanted to introduce this shorthand into class discourse. Because our class actually really needs a shorthand for "Western middle-class educated peoples who travel overseas to extend preconcieved 'help' to periphery nation-state peoples, which is problematic in a number of ways"

it comes up a lot
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Noir)
I had the strangest of morning dreams: for the space of an hour, time slowed down.

I woke up an hour early, which probably wasn't unusual today. I contentedly reset my alarm and turned over, happy for another bit of rest.

I had, in quick succession, two extremely active dreams.

I woke up in a panic, sure that I'd slept in.

It was four minutes later.

Lather, rinse, repeat. It's 11 past the hour and I've been to comicbook!Mars and back. Pull the covers up and try again. A whirl through undergraduate life but everyone is purple! Wake up: it's only 20 past.

I guess I kept dreaming in superspeed, but what it felt like was that hour was never going to end. I could have kayaked to Japan and when I got there it would still not be 9am.

Could use another hour like that, now and again.
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Did someone say mindless banter?)
Post-apocalyptic Occupy-style communial survival settlement headed by the dude from the Moth with the greasy ponytail on one end selling used clothes for a buck each and the Con Bard on the other end selling smelted metals, look out for the radioactive materials that might get deposited over there, keep your tiny kid away from that space. He'll be sent back in time with the monkey with boxer gloves soon. So don't poison him.
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Don't cry for me)
NYCC's over, and the paper due in 15 minutes is just barely half-complete. It's a no-sleep night after four long days. It feels like my life's accelerated to the point that Twitter is in fact the right medium to document it. I have so little perspective on what I'm doing that I have to cling to the few flashes of long-view I get and just hope it's all rushing in the right direction. I don't know how I'm going to make it through final-papers time.

Sometimes I just want to punt it all to the curb and Occupy but I'm doing better for myself and for others where I am

I think.

Plurk

Oct. 12th, 2011 06:51 am
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (O reeeeeeeeeeally)
"we in the future have time-vortex captured the full playable cast of FF7 plus a random smattering of celebrities! Let's plurk whatever they say once every ten minutes and analyze it for coherence."

The boat that I was in kept skidding over bits of coast, oops, locals in hot pursuit. Then we accidentally drove it over a cliff. The screen went dark and faded back in on a white van being driven back to base. At least we stopped to pick up a good-sized lunchbox.
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Default)
A deep dark lagoon indoors, craggy rock running up to smooth tile encasing it all, two arced points of black glassy rock formation not quite meeting, the greenish water between them swirling almost black. A warp point. Not enough for a Gate. Good.

(This companion was almost Saria in aspect, slight and broody and sharing no information but useful in most contexts - from the back row. Ze sat crouched on the rocks after the I-protagonist had gone to bed, calculating. Hir inner monologue appeared in text, and I dream-read it.)

「 ... Robo was fighting to try to reconstruct a past that never was, while Ayla was working too hard to create a future she'd never see the full range of.

a SEREMSET
a SULIMJYAR
and a SOLYNPEP

only, out of the Nine who would become the Yggdrasil.

It'd have to do. 」
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (How stuff works)
"The present age of contentment will come to an end only when and if the adverse developments that it fosters challenge the sense of comfortable well-being." As well as a strong and successful political appeal to the discontented who now don't bother to vote in national elections, Mr. Galbraith sees three plausible possibilities for change to happen. "They are: widespread economic disaster, adverse military action that is associated with international misadventure, and eruption of an angry underclass."

He continues: "All could, in fact, come together. A deep recession could cause stronger discontent in the areas of urban disaster in the aftermath of some military misadventure in which, in the nature of the modern armed forces, the unfortunate were disproportionately engaged. This could, indeed, be at grave cost to contentment."


-- Review, The Culture of Contentment, 1992

Wordvomit.

Sep. 8th, 2011 09:53 pm
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Don't cry for me)
Holy hell how is it only 9pm.

I got up at 6 this morning to finish the homework due in the 8am class. (This tardiness was not my fault; I was exhausted last night and the download for the audio part was going to take like four hours. Anyway.) Class ended at 9.15 at which point I buzzed up to midtown to get my silicon mold injected with wax a couple times. This took so long that I ended up leaving the mold at the casting studio and coming late to 11am Sociolinguistics.

At first SociLing was really discouraging; there are six students in the class and the other five have all been in school longer than me. Three already have linguistics MAs. I am also, I think, the eldest student. What am I even doing here? I asked myself. What do they all know that I'm going to have to scramble to keep up with?

In the second half of the class, we touched on gender and language use, and the question of whether you can tell someone's gender from hearing them speak came up, and the immediate class response was 'yes: a man's larynx is bigger, so his speech is pitched lower.'

Which I didn't make an issue of. I took a breath, two annoyed notes, and let it pass. But I went up to the professor afterwards and just said, "I had a problem with connecting 'larynx size' with gender instead of sex on the whiteboard, but I didn't want to derail you." And he said, "Yes, well, for example [the boy behind you] is dedicated to studying only formal syntax, and it would have taken at least twenty minutes to sidetrack and explain things to him. We'll touch on that later."

So... yeah! I may be the oddball out, but I'm at least putting together a thesis that he said is "definitely a sociolinguistics topic." Which is apparently not true for at least three out of five classmates.

And I have thought about other things than my PhD for some part of the last three years. So there's that too.

Anyway class was out at 2pm and it was back to the casting studio*, and then BACK down to campus for a mostly unsuccessful textbook run - but I did get school supplies! Footsore and weary from hitting up four bookstores for Weber's Protestant Ethic (among other things,) I settled my butt at an Italian barstaurant that serves unlimited and delicious fingerfood to anybody who drinks there between 5-7. The bartender – not Maurice. Maurelio? Argentinian dude – was just starting work that day. On hearing that I'd just snagged a new job**, he refilled my lemon ice vodka on the house. So of course I tipped 50% and still only paid $10 for two sexy drinks and a healthy dinner in Manhattan. I call that a goddamn win.

After that I cruised on over to the student center to print out my Weber*** and hit up the Comic Book Society. A cute group of undergraduate nerds, but when your 5-person officer board is all-male and your club attendance is 80% female it says something. We'll see what the gender balance is like next week when there isn't free pizza. Assuming I go back, of course – I plugged my bookstore and let them know about Kate Beaton's book party, but they're not my crowd. They still think DC is salvageable and Whedon can do no wrong. Do I really need to be a grizzled voice of bitter reason? I think not.

Then again, I might want to submit something to the quarterly student anthology.


*I also picked up wax carving tools at the neighboring metalshop. Because I totally needed another crafting hobby.

**New job: On the weekends. More details to come, maybe. I will not have free time this semester.

***Printing out Protestant Ethic at ten cents a double-sided page: $4.20. Copies of same in your standard bookstore: $20 and up. You know, some days I just can't wait for Print-On-Demand to put pricing like this out of business.
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Chibi Lovelace investigates!)
Big ol' clump of mud RIGHT in the middle of my bundle of spinach.

What the hell.


** ETA: Alright, this deserves a little more unpacking. See, they sell two kinds of spinach in nearly every standard grocery I've been to here in the big city. There's your normal no-frill twisty-tied bundle of >> SPINACH << , with the barcode and three different corporate labels printed on the tie, what gets misted with all the other veggies like a normal hunk of produce. And then there's the ~Organic Baby Spinach~, pre-washed and in a totally extraneous plastic container.

I've had problems with extraneous packaging since India, where the trash wasn't helpfully trucked away from us every day, but even more than that my gut reaction to this choice is to see it presented as yet another tiny symptom of the growing class dichotomy that's fucking America over. (Yeah yeah. I should just rename this blog The Economist's Daughter.)

So with this bit of fuzzy discontent I opt to get the bundled spinach, knowing that my mother will be annoyed that I'm not feeding myself organic but it's more than twice as expensive, come on. And then, mud. And slimy rotting bits of spinach all embedded in. Super- nice.

This has been another issue of Getting Mad Without A Target.
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Karma will get you back)
I was walking rapidly down Mercer Street, trying to hold in my tears.

One of the itinerant graphic designers, all folded up against a building with her Mac on her knees and a ratty sweater tied around her shoulders, noticed I was in distress and called out, hey, do YOU know how to deal with the new Final Cut? (Because that must be why I was upset, right, because I'd been wrestling with software.)

I looked at her and almost, almost lost it. But then I faced forward, sped up and moved on.

I don't remember why I was so upset. Just that walking fast helped.

Dreams are weird.
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Bat-ent!)
Via Coelasquid on Tumblr:





Maybe I should get a Tumblr, huh.

And so.

Aug. 14th, 2011 01:08 pm
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Did someone say mindless banter?)
I return! How are things with you, my English-speaking buddies?

I hope you all had a good summer, or at least a tolerable one. Mine was quite nice - four hours of language class and five hours of language homework every day, interspersed with calligraphy and tai chi. So really it was heaven, for some people. Okay, for me.

I'm trying to catch up on the summer news, but all this ~debt ceiling~ and ~ratings downgrade~ business just looks like so much posturing and political hooey. I wish the dudes who want to kill what's left of the American welfare state would just shoot it already, cut Social Security and Medicare now and be mobbed for their evils. They won't, tho.

London's news is at least real. Russell Brand, of all people, comes close to articulating a portion of my thoughts on the Jobless Generation:

"These young people have no sense of community because they haven’t been given one. They have no stake in society because Cameron’s mentor Margaret Thatcher told us there’s no such thing.

If we don’t want our young people to tear apart our communities then don’t let people in power tear apart the values that hold our communities together."


But his proposed solution is for everyone to suddenly become Gandhi, so fuck him.

I anticipate, with drier detachment than I deserve, many more youth riots to come. Obama's taught us that our votes don't matter; that in the end all our hopey-changey political ambitions only enriched the banks, lost more jobs, and cut our parents' Medicare. What other outlet do we have?

Wow, that went downhill fast. Tell me something that happened in the last two months? I'm sure I'm missing much.

到了。

Aug. 12th, 2011 10:49 am
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Default)
昨天我们写完了期末考试。今天下午爸爸回来接我。

有的时候我要跟别的人一起说,时间过得怎么这么块!有的时候,不在乎。我每天写的日记可以告诉我,时间去哪儿了。

我不是一年级最好的学生,可是我写了很多的二年级的作业。我有一些新的好朋友。我画的画儿都不好看,可是我的书法进步了。

我会说中文了。就是,我没有那么多事,我要谈。
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Default)
昨天,我写完了第四个考试以后,老师们开始用“流利”。

*另外:上个星期开始我写二年级的作业。
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Chibi Lovelace investigates!)
我只想告诉你们。

在中文的[时空之旅],Lucca的妈妈叫L A L A。


囧rz

全球化

Jul. 23rd, 2011 08:28 pm
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Bat-ent!)
今天,我穿着印度的衣服去爬山。跟德国人的朋友说中文。跟韩国人的同学在一个非常漂亮的湖游泳。

然后,也有滚木材。

|3
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Popcorn.)
这个星期的生词

骨头
(不)断了
肌肉
韧带 胀了/小了
(左手)麻了

体操
体操运动员的腕



明天有飞盘球赛。我觉得明天我不应该仍飞盘。
arkster: Excited dragon is excited. (Karma will get you back)
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我很累。

而且我手痛。

蜜月完了。

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