Thursday, September 30, 2010

Commentary: Banned Books

In celebration of "Banned Books Week," I took a look at a collection of book lists from the past five years or so. I have to say that I think I understand why people would try to get books banned from school libraries. I don't necessarily AGREE with those efforts - especially when they try to ban books like The Diary of Anne Frank - the most significant first-person account of the greatest tragedy of the 20th century.

And, yes, people are STILL trying to get The Diary of Anne Frank banned. In 2010. On the grounds that it's a bit lewd and endorses homosexual behavior. Even I find that kinda backwards - and I'm actually a bit of a prude.

Anyway, I found a couple of other standout entries from the banned book lists of the recent past.

2006: I'm completely mystified by the continued efforts to ban the Harry Potter series from public schools, but the 2006 entry from the above website has this one little tidbit that I can' leave without commentary. So the book was targeted for possible removal from the Wilsona School District along with twenty three other books. One book had "an unsavory hero who made a bad role model for children; another was about a warlock, which they said was inappropriate; and others were books with which they were unfamiliar and didn’t know whether they promoted good character or conflicted with textbooks" [emphasis added].

It's one thing to attempt to ban a book that you've read and found unsuitable for your children. It's another thing to target a book that you've never read, but has a bad reputation. It's SOMETHING ELSE ENTIRELY to target a book simply because you don't know what it's about.

Oh, and proof that they didn't know what they were doing: "Rejected titles included three bilingual Clifford the Big Red Dog books [and] Disney’s Christmas Storybook."

OOH, SHOCKING!!!

2006: Someone tried to ban Ray Bradbury's Farenheit 451 for “discussion of being drunk, smoking cigarettes, violence, ‘dirty talk,’ references to the Bible, and using God’s name in vain.” Which is totally missing the point of the book, but... whatever.

The REAL joke here, of course, is the banning of a book about the dangers of banning books. It's delicious, crunchy, toffee-crusted irony at its finest.

2007: The father of two teenage boys requested the city government fine a library in Bentonville, Arkansas, for allowing The Whole Lesbian Sex Book onto the public access shelves. He asked for $10,000 for each boy.

Here's one case of censorship I thought I could get behind. See, I'm mainly opposed to censorship on an artistic level - blocking material the creator deems relevant to the experience of a piece of art is destructive to the imagination as a whole. Now there is NO WAY a couple of teenage boys would be interested in The Whole Lesbian Sex Book for the purpose the author intended, so I don't blame the father for getting a little indignant that the library would allow his children to check out what, for their intents and purposes, would be smut.

However, nowhere does it say the children actually REQUESTED this book, only that the father wanted to keep that book out of their hands.

Oh, well. At least somebody "thinks of the children."

2008: Librarians in an Oregon High School had to restrict access to The Book of Bunny Suicides :


I guess some mother was so offended by this book that she threatened to straight up burn it rather than return it to the library. I mean, yeah, I'm all against animal cruelty and mutilation and whatever, but vandalism's a crime, too.

Oh, and in a pure fit of 21st century anti-Puritanism, the library soon after received 24 donated copies of The Book of Bunny Suicides. That just goes to show that centralized censorship is not only bad for the intellectual well-being of a community, but it just plain doesn't work, either.

And here's my favorite:

2005: A Montana middle school received complaints that the book On the Bright Side, I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God: Further Confessions of Georgia Nicholson was dangerous, not because of the content, but because "an unstable person seeing a girl reading the book might think from the title that the girl is promiscuous and stalk her."

So the next time you're reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and someone asks you to take a look at their car, now you'll know that person's unstable.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Religion, Death, and Cartoons

There's been a lot of controversy recently surrounding cartoonists who have decided to draw pictures of the prophet Mohammed - and the sometimes violent reaction from devout Muslims who consider such portrayals a form of blasphemy. Here's the short version: The creators of the ever-irreverent South Park received death threats after irreverently portraying Mohammed. In response, cartoonist Molly Norris decided to organize a day when cartoonists all over the internet would draw pictures of Mohammed to protest what they see as a suppression of their right to free speech. Death threats and controversy coninue to this day.

Now, I'm seriously torn on this issue. On the one hand, I'm a fairly devout Mormon (how observant I am may be up for debate, but I try), and I have similar religious observances that I feel are too sacred to make fun of. I get upset when I hear of people sneaking cameras into temple ceremonies and posting the videos online - almost to the point where I'm personally insulted.

At the same time, though, I'm very much opposed to censorship (an appropriate topic, considering it's Banned Books Week). I feel that a work of art - a book, a painting, or whatever - should be experienced as its creator intended. I had this conversation with a friend the other day: If I want to watch A Clockwork Orange, I had better be prepared to watch a woman get beaten to death with an oversized statue of a phallus. Yeah, that scene is shocking and violent, but that's part of the point. If I find that type of thing too offensive to watch, I'd better find a different movie, because I don't really want to watch A Clockwork Orange.

But is it art? I mean, do these cartoonists and illustrators really NEED to draw some depiction of Mohammed to make their point, or are they just shaking up a beehive to hear the buzzing? Is it a point that even needs to be made? Yes, TECHNICALLY, in this country, people have the right to say what they want, but we still discourage the idle usage of terms like "fag" and "nigger" because those words do more harm than good.

Except... well, the book The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn uses the word "nigger" a lot, but within a historical context that works to undermine both the negative power of that one word and the racist attitudes of the time - at least, that was the idea.

So, yeah, I'm really of two minds on this issue. Personally, I wouldn't draw the prophet Mohammed, nor would I encourage others to do so, because I feel that would be disrespectful and rude.

Should other people have to fear for their lives for WANTING to draw Mohammed?

No.

SHOULD they draw Mohammed?

I'd say no. But who am I to tell them they can'?

More Poems Posted

A couple weeks ago, I started keeping all my poetry drafts in a big, three-ring binder. After losing electronic copies of things so frequently, I figured, surely, this would be the best way to keep all my poetry drafts in order. After all, a binder would fit nicely into the messenger bag I keep with me all the time, so I'll never lose it, right?

Well, unless I lose the whole bag.

Bag's recovered - all is in order. Oh, and I've posted more poems over at http://braddypoetry.blogspot.com/. I could still use more feedback on any of the poems I've written up there. It's a private blog, but you're more than welcome to request permission if you've got a Google account.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Giant-Sized Daily Sketches


9.23.10 - This... may be the creepiest thing I've ever drawn.

Of course, I got the idea for the woman's pose while watching Drag Me to Hell. I paused the movie while the main character was kinda staring off into space and copied down the pose. Then I decided that something should be sneaking up behind her. My original concept was more monstrous... but, then, things got a bit more... realistic... and...

In my mind, that's an evil genie or something behind her. We'll just say that.


9.27.10 - Drew this backstage during Damn Yankees. It's not the greatest, but it's a nice little complete scene, so I'm proud of it anyway.

Looky Look-a-Like

I'm currently playing Benny Van Buren in Damn Yankees at the Empress Theatre. As part of my character, I wear my hair slicked back - which gives everyone in the audience a nice view of my rapidly receding hairline.

It also, apparently, makes me look like Tommy Lee Jones:

Which is a shame, because I've been told I use to look like Tom Welling:

Computer face recognition software at one point compared me to Will Smith:

But it hasn't always been flattering - I once got compared to THIS guy:

So I guess looking like a ruggedly-handsome older gentleman isn't SO bad.

Monday, September 27, 2010

So Done with Gaga


So, yeah, don't know if you've heard this, but Lady Gaga is HUGE. Oh, andI don't like her.


Frankly, Lady Gaga's the best example extant of the style-over-substance celebrity worship that is everything wrong with popular culture. She's a musician, sure, and not (empirically speaking) a terrible one, but she seems to care more about creating a spectacle out of her personal life than creating good music.

I'm tired of the attention this woman gets for basically doing nothing. So I'm not going to play along anymore. No, I've got nothing to say about this.

Yeah, whatever. That's cute. Don't care.

...

Nope, not even gonna comment on that.

Y'know what? I give up. I can't seem to go ONE FLIPPIN' DAY without having a conversation about Lady Gaga, so I'm declaring a cease-fire. Lady Gaga can do whatever she wants - that's fine. Any of you that get your kicks from listening to her, or ogling her bizarre stylings, go ahead. I won't judge you - just LEAVE ME OUT OF IT. I refuse to care about this woman anymore.


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Okay, so I'll continue to fantasize about ballroom dancing to "Bad Romance" with Zooey Deschanel, but THAT'S IT.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Horrorshow: Drag Me to Hell


I've been experimenting in a lot of genres and media that I haven't ever really tried before. I've been listening to dance music. I've gone to a bunch of art exhibits. I've even read manga for the first time in my life. In the spirit of exploration, I just watched my first real horror movie - and, despite all the opinions I've heard to the contrary, Kazaam doesn't count.

Last night I watched Sam Raimi's Drag Me to Hell... and I'm not sure how I feel about it

See, a lot of what I love about the horror genre (or, at least, the IDEA of the genre) is the atmosphere - the feeling that, at any moment, something terrible will happen. The only real experience I have in the horror genre AT ALL is in video games (like Silent Hill 2), where immersion is the game's primary objective. Movies don't have the time to cultivate the environment of fear quite like a video game does, so I think my expectations might have been off

Also, a lot of the creep factor (at least in this movie) comes more from the gross-out moments than anything else - and there were a LOT of gross out moments. I saw more old-lady spittle than I ever thought possible, and it's not as much of a turn-on as I thought it would

Wow, I have GOT to stop typing

Anyway, Drag Me to Hell - pretty good movie. Extremely goofy (but, considering what little I know of Sam Raimi and his usual accomplices, seems fitting), not as scary as I was hoping, but enjoyable.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Giant Sized Daily Sketches


8.29.10 - Here's a jerk.

The end.


9.21.10 - The one thing this particular sketch teaches me is that I need to spend more time drawing furniture. The couch looks okay, but the TV looks... a bit weird.

I don't necessarily like the way the people look, but the scene, as a whole, looks pretty good. I like drawing big scenes like this, but I haven't been doing as much of it as I used to.

Oh, and one of my friends pointed out that this is pretty much what my apartment looks like. I'd just like to add, though, that I don't usually have little kids over watching scary movies.


9.22.10 - I actually really don't like this sketch. Partly because I don't like at all how the guy in the corner looks. Partly because I'm just not satisfied with the way the little kid in the suspenders looks. Partly because... I couldn't actually picture what a sewer grate looks like. The guy's gun looks pretty good, though.

The reason I felt like sharing this, though, is that I got the whole thing drawn in less than fifteen minutes. That felt significant to me.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Wish I Said It First #11

[Upon realizing that Train's song "Hey Soul Sister" is meant to be an homage to INXS]

"That's like, if you tried to make scrambled eggs, and, instead, you caught syphilis!"

- Todd in the Shadows

Monday, September 20, 2010

Braddy Reads Twilight the Graphic Novel


So, after years of heaping ridicule on Twilight based almost purely on hearsay from other dissatisfied critics and passing up opportunity after opportunity to experience the story myself, I've finally decided to give Twilight a chance to prove that I've been wrong about it this whole time. After hearing about a graphic novel adaptation of the Stephenie Meyer "classic," I
picked up a copy from the library - thinking that the comic book adaptation would be the one I'd least hate on.

So is Twilight as bad as I always thought it would be?

Short answer: Well, not really.

Long answer: AUGHLGAGHLGOUGLGOUGH!!!

I want to be perfectly fair - well, as fair as the relative anonymity of the internet will allow me to be - so I'll start by saying that the artwork in the book is actually pretty good. Artist Young Kim draws everything in the bishounin style, which is an artistic rendering from Japanese manga that shows men with long, delicate (dare I say "feminine"?) features. It's not my personal taste, but it suits the subject matter pretty well.


Every now and again, though, you'll have an odd, photoshopped picture of a tree or a car, against which Young Kim has drawn her characters. It's oddly distracting at points, and has the same effect as posting an exquisitely-detailed oil-painted figure on a fuzzy felt background.

Of course, when we're talking about Twilight, it's not enough to just admire the pretty pictures. We HAVE to talk about the plot and dialog. Because they're bad. I mean, REALLY bad.

You know what happens in this first book? Bella moves to Forks, doesn't fit in, falls irrationally in love with some guy she doesn't know, and then finds out he's a vampire.

The end.

I guess this book only covers the first half of the original Twilight book. Which, fine, I guess we didn't need to get the whole story in a single volume. It's not like Twilight's making enough money on it's own.

The problem here is that, in what's probably the first 50% of the book, NOTHING HAPPENS. Okay, I guess Bella does almost get hit by a car, but that plot point only serves to show that our dear Edward is something more... than human. Which is as much information as we get on the dust jacket.

Dear cast of Twilight: DO SOMETHING!!!

And the dialog is so overblown. What it reminds me of is a teenager falling in love and thinking it's the best thing ever, so she comes up with the most grandiose descriptions for her love that she can imagine, which... I guess, actually makes sense. The problem, though, is that no one seems to really understand that this is IMMATURE love, FAKE love, SHALLOW love that the people involved will grow up to regret.

So how come nobody treats it that way?

More than the boring, plodding plot, more than the deformation of the traditional vampire, more than even the use of vampire blood lust as an abusive metaphor for sexual desire, Twilight fails because it claims to create an epic, sprawling love story from what is essentially Baby's First Crush TM. And that's just offensive.

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb... What a stupid lamb."

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Sorry, Ladies, but your Prince is in Another Castle

My life seems to go in cycles: I go date-crazy for a month or two, then spend the next ten months alone, in my apartment, stewing in a vat of self-imposed loneliness and Ben and Jerry's.

Guess where I'm at in that cycle right now?

I've been getting hints - some subtle as silk, others obvious as a hand grenade on your front porch - that I need to start going on dates again. Not only that, but I need to improve the QUALITY of my dating - be more considerate, cleverer, and just all around more chivalrous.

Trouble is, I think I've dug down another layer on my cynical onion. When confronted with the idea of forming/pursuing new romantic experiences, I usually find myself thinking, "But I don't BELIEVE in love!"

Of course, every time THAT thought occurs to me, the following exchange plays out in my head:

Rosencrantz: I don't believe in it anyway.
Guildenstern: What?
Rosencrantz: England.
Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then?

Am I really so cynical that I no longer believe in love, or am I simply railing against forces beyond my ken? You decide.

No, seriously, figure it out, cuz I don't care anymore.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

So I Finally Saw The Princess and the Frog


...and I was kind of underwhelmed.

It's not a BAD movie by any means. Just unimpressive. I mean, there's nothing here I haven't seen in any other Disney cartoon - and, usually, it's done better (although the annoying animal sidekick is almost NEVER done well). The most standout thing in the movie is the black Disney princess, but she's not really a great character, as her biggest fault is that she's TOO diligent and hardworking.

(I guess they were really desperate to avoid any racist accusations)

My favorite part of the movie takes place less than ten minutes into the flick. Li'l Tiana's talking to her dad about opening a restaurant, and the dad gets all misty-eyed talking about how good food can help bring people together.

Here's the exact quote:

"You know the thing about good food? It brings folks together from all walks of life. It warms them right up and it puts little smiles on their faces."

I seriously love this moment. Mr. Tiana (I don't know his name, and I'm tired of looking every little thing up on IMDB) looks at food in a different light from most. It's not just about filling stomachs, it's about filling SOULS. Food can do more than fulfill a biological necessity - it can transcend it's definition, become sublime.

Food can be art. And this is awesome.

I firmly believe that ANYTHING can be art, if the creator is willing to make his chosen medium (food, pottery, even video games - I'm looking at YOU, Roger Ebert) something relatable across the spectrum of human experience.

So, yeah, Tiana's dad's a pretty cool guy - humble, devoted, and brilliantly passionate about what he does.

Then the plot remembers that he's a parent in a Disney movie and bumps him off. Oh, well.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Braddy Reads Stitches


It's not exactly a secret anymore that I love me some good comics (I decided a while back that anything I enjoy isn't worth being ashamed over, even if my hobbies make me out to be some kind of uber-dweeb). I'm kind of in love with the comic book format - I think there's a lot of potential for great storytelling there that either goes completely overlooked or gets relegated to superhero books, which the bulk of the population tends to ignore. So, every now and again, I pick up graphic novels that would have a bit more of a "mainstream" appeal.

Therefore, I give you Stitches.

I'll come right out and say it: This isn't the best book I've ever read. Actually, there's not a whole lot here I haven't read before. It seems that the vast majority of graphic novel memoirs deal with the artist's unhappy childhood and how they could never get along with the parents who take care of them. Sometimes there are fatal illnesses involved, sometimes the child discovers his or her own sexuality a little too young. All that's here.

The artwork is nice, but, again, nothing really noteworthy. The pictures are all in grayscale watercolors (or something like that - really wish I knew art terms a little better) that are servicable, effective, but not particularly attractive.

There are a few places, though, where Stitches touches on brilliance. The aforementioned watercolors work really well in a couple of bizarre dream sequences - creating an effect that is both surreal and vividly expressive. The moment where our protagonist discovers the truth behind his mother's behavior towards him - and the resulting sadness - is expressed dramatically in a series of pages depicting a rainstorm. In a book that is usually overly-descriptive in the text (a common problem among graphic novels, I find), the comparative subtlety of this section is truly outstanding.

And then there's the moment that our main character goes into counseling, only to find that his therapist...


...is the white rabbit from Alice and Wonderland.

That alone makes the book worth the price of admission, in my opinion.

Take home quote: Stitches isn't world-shatteringly awesome, but it's solidly written, a bit disturbing, and full of some pretty genius moments. All in all, a worthwhile read that you can get through in about an hour.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Opening a New Blog

Given all the troubles I've been having with keeping my poetry drafts on file, I've decided to start keeping them online at a new blog:

http://braddypoetry.blogspot.com

The reasoning here is that I can keep the drafts hidden from the general public (thus allowing me to publish them later) while still letting interested individuals take a look at what I've written - and hopefully offer some constructive criticism, that much coveted berry from the bush of distinguished internet readership.

Anyway, so the blog is private, but I'd be more than happy to let any of y'all in for a gander. Just drop me a line and let me know.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Natal Cannibalism

Why I'm Creeped Out By Babies #47:

The number of people that claim to want to eat them.

No, seriously, how many times have you been standing around, perhaps with a couple of friends, and some woman with a baby walks past, and then all the women you're with say, in unison, "OH, HE'S SO CUTE!!! I WANT TO EAT HIS FACE!!!" I've even heard mothers describe that irrational desire some people get for having more children as being "baby hungry."

Consider this an intervention: That's not a cool thing to say. It's disgusting.

chomp chomp chomp

When I see something cute, I either admire it, cuddle with it, pet it, or, on occasion, kiss it. I DON'T eat it. Violence against babies is, at best, in poor taste. At worst, it's horrific. You shouldn't even joke about it.

I mean, geez! If I can't make jokes about drop-kicking babies, you shouldn't be allowed to eat them.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Storytelling: Comic Books

The past two years or so I've spent a LOT of time thinking about the modern art of storytelling - basically, who tells stories and how they tell them. We've never had more ways of getting stories out there than we do right now. Most of my thoughts have focused on WHY a story should be told a certain way. Here are some of the conclusions I've come to.

We'll move on to my OTHER favorite medium: COMIC BOOKS

Seriously, I LOVE comics - so much so that I now have more graphic novels and trade paperbacks than actual BOOKS. Part of that appeal is, of course, deeply rooted in my love for all things Batman. But, I promise, there's a lot more to comics than just that.

The basic concept of the comic is pretty simple to grasp: draw a picture to tell a story, and maybe add a caption or some word balloons if more elaboration is needed. And most comics ARE simplistic - just open your newspaper and take a look (if you still actually get the newspaper). It's partially the simplistic nature of comics that lead a lot of people to think comics are just for kids.

(It's probably the juvenile subject matter that leads the rest of everyone to that same conclusion).

When done right, done well, and done thoughtfully, though, comics are capable of great things. I consider comics to be one of the two great underdeveloped storytelling media (the other one, believe it or not, is the video game), but comics are maturing VERY quickly. Consider David Mazzucchelli's Asterios Polyp.

The story of Asterios Polyp is nothing new - a conceited architecture professor doesn't realize how much his hubris has cost him until a personal tragedy forces him to move to a mostly idyllic community where he learns humility and decides to try to reconnect with the people he's alienated. What makes the story special, though, is how Mazzucchelli puts together pictures and words to tell a story in a way that simply WOULDN'T work outside of the comic format.

Each character has a distinctive visual style, complete with distinctive lettering for their word bubbles, that actually helps to establish and expand their characters. The pictures and words play off each other in a way that would not work in any other medium.


That's the real trick in adapting a story to fit one medium or another - the adaptation should work in the new medium in a way it couldn't before.

People (re: Hollywood) look at comics like ready-made storyboards - which is kinda true, but, at the same time, too simplistic. Surprisingly, some of the comic's greatest strengths come from the use of still pictures as opposed to moving picture. Comic panels are easy to juxtapose (and, in the case of some fourth-wall shattering artists, destroy). Surreal images are FAR easier to analyze and comprehend when they are sitting on the page in front of you rather than scurrying across a TV screen.

Beautiful AND violent. What's not to like?

The biggest problem facing comics right now is an almost complete lack of respect from the popular consciousness. Unlike poetry, which people still acknowledge as being "artistic" but simply don't care about anymore, comics have nearly always been considered "low art." A few titles, like Maus and Persepolis, are starting to buck that trend, but comics by and large are still on the fringe.

Of course, that may be due to the fact that the vast majority of comics are NOT VERY GOOD. Yes, SOME comics take advantage of the medium, deftly weaving images and words together to create a unique narrative experience. SOME comics create powerful images that stand up to hours of scrutiny and examination.

But, then again, SOME comics...

So you want to tell a story. Why write a comic?

  • Ability to bring in both words and pictures to tell a story.
  • Simple to create, but the ambitious can add a lot of depth.
  • Lots of room for experimentation.
  • Comics are a new field - the good ideas HAVEN'T all been taken.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

A Little Fun... at the Expense of the LDS Hymnal

I wouldn't say that NOTHING'S sacred... just not everything is.

1 - The hymn "Called to Serve" has always kinda bugged me. I think I've finally figured out why. Sing the hymn to yourself right now. Then look at this:


"I'm going to get married when I'm only 18 1/2!"
If you want a good laugh, the next time you sing this hymn in Sacrament Meeting, lean over to your neighbor and whisper "Rah rah rah" between verses.
Provided it's sung up tempo, of course. Otherwise, it's just a dirge.
2 - I feel kinda bad making fun of the actual sacrament hymns... but here we go.
Hymn #188: "Thy Will, O Lord, Be Done" is fairly standard - the lyrics introspective and devotional, but, in the second verse, things take a turn for the silly.
It opens okay: "The King of Kings left worlds of light,/Became the meek and lowly One." The very next line, though, opens with the line "In brightest day or darkest night," and I can't help but finish the line out on my own:

"NO EVIL SHALL ESCAPE MY SIGHT!!!"
3 - I hate the hymn "In Our Lovely Deseret." Straight up hate it. I can't trace the logic behind my hatred for the hymn, but it just... creeps me out.
"In our lovely Deseret/Where the Saints of God have met/There's a multitude of children all around."
*shudder*
I can't even sing the real lyrics. Every time I try, the next line always comes out wrong:

"They are innocent and wise/They have hypnotising eyes..."
And that's the part where I lose control and have to stop singing.

"JESUS WANTS ME FOR A SUNBEAM!"