eumelia: (diana disapproves)
I wrote many tweets about Sinead O'Connor's Open Letter to Miley Cyrus, that looking back should have been a proper post.

Here are the tweets I wrote regarding this whole sordid affair.

The more I read Sinead's letter to Miley, the more I see that Sinead is talking specifically about her own personal experience & pain. 1:44pm - 4th of Oct 2013

I don't like what she wrote all that much. I'm pretty sure Miley Cyrus is incredibly isolated & thinks she's revolutionary & edgy. 1:45pm - 4th of Oct 2013

I think Sinead is protective to a fault when it comes to women artists & is blinkered regarding the way public sexual expression doesn't - 1:46pm - 4th of Oct 2013

- have to mean sexual exploitation. Sinead herself has always done what she wanted when it came to sexuality, candidly so. 1:47pm - 4th of Oct 2013

I also think Sinead herself was/is very vulnerable in a way that Miley perhaps isn't. Miley doesn't do anything rebellious. 1:50pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Miley is provocative in the titillating sense, her representation of femininity and beauty are extraordinarily conservative. 1:51pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Add to that her appropriation & objectification of black women's bodies, you have a whole lot of white supremacist entitlement. 1:55pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Sinead could have worded her open letter better than she did. I think Miley Cyrus proves she's an entitled brat. 1:58pm - 4th of Oct 2013

What surprised me the most about Sinead's letter is the fact that there was no mention of Miley's racism. 2:01pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Considering Sinead herself has spoken against racism multiple times in her music & in interviews. 2:01pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Sinead's slut shaming and whorephobia of Miley is wrong. And that lives side by side with Sinead's other points. 2:07pm - 4th of Oct 2013

It's obvious that I love Sinead & disdain Miley. I'm okay with that, I've always loved problematic things & I'll always disdain racists. 2:14pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Not to mention racists who think mocking someone's mental health is fucking hilarious. [TW] Miley Cyrus Mocks Sinead O'Connor: 'Before Amanda Bynes There Was...' 2:15 - 4th of Oct 2013

And that's what I tweeted. Amanda Palmer also wrote an open letter to Sinead about Miley Cyrus, to which I tweeted:

Read Sinead's letter, read Amanda's letter. Still haven't read any white woman "Open Lettering" Miley to quit with her racist shenanigans. 12:45am - 4th of Oct 2013

Why is Miley Cyrus the hub of contention at this point in pop culture? What's she done, other than grow up isolated and entitled to deserve this kind of attention? I resent that I know so much about Cyrus when I have no interest in her music and persona, I really do.

She shouldn't be slut shamed, and Sinead's whorephobia should be accounted for, it disappoints me that Sinead can't find room for sex work and sex workers in her feminist point of view. I also don't think Miley Cyrus represents any kind of real feminism.

Her performance in the VMA awards really brought to a head her callous use of black women's bodies as props and as property, and it also brought to a head that she performs mainly for white women, utterly eschewing a persona that is in any way viable for the (white) male gaze, because if you look at the white men and boys in the audience of that performance, they are incredibly uncomfortable, while the white women and girls are chair dancing to her performance.

Her "sexual awakening" is a cultural moment, the same way Brittany Spears shaving her head was, white girls taking ownership of their bodies and their sexuality in a way that rocks a very unsteady boat of white women's agency in culture.

I think Sinead's own experience and her past railing against the music industry blinker her to the fact that Miley Cyrus is doing whatever the hell she wants in a way that may or may not be harmful to Cyrus, but is harmful to black women.

Miley Cyrus' reaction was heinous and disgusting, mocking Sinead's mental health and breakdown in 2012 is not something I feel is an appropriate reaction to anything.

Both Sinead and Cyrus are problematic is different ways, I don't much care about Cyrus, as she seems not to have a care in the world. I don't really care how she decides to express herself and while Sinead's policing is misguided and wrong, Sinead has been burned badly by an industry she views as evil. Does that excuse Sinead's slut shaming and whorephobia, no it most certainly does not, but I don't think that that position negates the work she's done previously and the care she has with regards to women and the way they are represented in the media.

More and more it seems that other white women are overly concerned with policing Cyrus' sexual expression, whether it's by slut shaming or by saying she has the right to express herself anyway she damn well pleases.

It's a double edged sword trying to talk about this, and it irks me that Cyrus is currently at the epicentre of this, because while yes she does have the right to express herself however she damn pleases, there is such a thing called accountability and she doesn't have an ounce of it.

Maybe that's why I'm willing to continue loving Sinead even as I side-eye her. She's went through actions that rocked the boat and was held accountable at the great personal and professional cost, she kicked up and was burned.

Cyrus kicks down. Therein lies the difference.

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eumelia: (music)
From [personal profile] imaginarycircus!

Type these words into the search bar on your iTunes Music library and list the first song that appears in the results.

happy: Happy - Brandi Carlile
love: Love - John Lennon/The Plastic Ono Band
hate: Hate You Too - Martha Wainright
light: Invisible Light - Philip Glass
dark: Dark Paradise - Lana Del Rey
good: Good Enough - Sarah McLachlan
bad: Bad Romance - Lady Gaga
smile: Smile - Pearl Jam
cry: Pretty When You Cry - VAST
girl: Girl - Tori Amos
boy: For Today I Am a Boy - The Unthanks
sad: Sad - Eisley
lost: Lost - Sarah McLachlan
night: Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream - Simon and Garfunkel
day: Day Wasted - Thomas Newman
wolf: The Wolf is Getting Married - Sinead O'Connor
robot: Robot Boy - Linkin Park
dance: You Watched Me Dance - Chumbawamba
time: Time - Pink Floyd
life: American Life - Madonna
death: Deathly - Aimee Mann
eumelia: (master politician)
If you follow international news about the Middle East, you will know that there has been an escalation of violence between Hamas and the IDF in the Gaza strip. You will also know, that there was an exchange of fire between Israeli and Syrian forces in the Golan Heights for the first time since 1973.

Very likely, this is spillover from the civil war and not actually intended for us, but you know, we fired warning shots back.

All of the above made think of the song "Love Is All Around" by The Troggs:

Only with alternate lyrics, which you can read under the cut.

Come on everyone, sing it with me. Consider this my pre-Local-Elections fanfare and transformative art, the prosody is a bit meh with my changes, but you'll cut me some slack on that one, right?

War Is All Around )
eumelia: (music)
Last meme for now, as I have thinky thoughts about things!

1. If you'd like to play along, reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. You then list at least five songs that start with that letter.
3. Then, as I'm doing here, you'll post the list to your journal with the instructions.

[ profile] sabotabby gave me L and funnily enough a lot of the songs begin with, Love. I know, uncanny.

All links go to YouTube.

Lost in Space by Aimee Mann.

Love is a Stranger by Eurythmics.

Love Song by Sara Bareilles.

Luka by Suzanne Vega.

Lolita by Lana Del Rey.

Lacrimosa by Regina Spektor.

And one more!

Lost by Sarah McLachlan.
eumelia: (jewish revenge)

Happy International Woman's Day.

Now let's get the other 364 days!
eumelia: (jewish revenge)
A lot of the choices I've made, throughout my life and especially the last couple of years, have been due to the fact that I've had the privilege to make them.

I chose to study the Humanities on my parent's dime, because I was able to do so with little sacrifice on my side. I took my time, four years instead of three, because I was not able to handle a year in which a lot of shit happened - so I let my studies go and had to re-do a year.

I still feel guilty about that.

I had considered taking a year off between BA and going on to an MA, because, well, obviously I'll be doing an MA. This is the way the life of a privileged middle class girl goes, right? But first, I should probably get onto a career path of some kind. I enjoyed the Library, I loved being in the Library and I had various Librarian role models that made me think that being a Librarian was a good idea.

Well, the studies made me want to kill myself and the more I thought about where I wanted to go with my life, the notion of being on that path looked less and less like the thing I wanted to be.

So I decided to drop out.

I feel guilty about that too.

It's "another" thing I started and didn't finish. It's another "phase" that fizzled out because I got "bored". Never mind that the studies, depressed me to a degree to which I hadn't felt in a long while, probably not the subject matter itself (though really, my brain felt like it was leaking out of my skull while I was in class), but the frame of being in school, again.

I enjoy learning. But studying...

I feel guilty about the choosing to veer away from this plan, without a backup plan. I'm still unemployed, living off my savings at the moment, working on the side for my father so that I don't sink utterly. There's not a bit of shame involved in that, despite it being a concious choice I made.

And wouldn't you know, I feel guilty about that, as well.

The thing is, my parents were paying for these studies as well and I just couldn't have that any more.

I'm 26, and moved out and still, my parents were paying for my life.

You know, I'd much rather suck up the shame and ask them for help with the rent, than have them help me coast through life just so I can be put on a career path that was numbing me out.

I'm still numb, because I am overwhelmed by death, disease and the feelings of failure that will probably not leave me until I get a job, because I am nothing if not a loyal subject to the economic system.

But ever since I made the choice of leaving school, I've felt lighter and more at ease with the my guilt. I feel guilty for letting down my parents, not for making a choice they think is a mistake - because it's not a mistake for me. I feel guilty for not being financially secure at the moment, but I know that's a dynamic situation that can and will change and it's less to do with me personally and more to do with the structure of work force.
I feel guilty that everything is coming to a head at a time where there has been a death in the family and we are about to begin to revolve around a disease which we thought we wouldn't have to deal with again.

But nothing goes according to plan.

So really, why feel guilty?

For now, it's an outlet for me. Feeling all my feelings through the prism of guilt. It motivates me to try and not feel guilty. Feeling guilty informs me that I am being manipulated, in one way or another.

Feeling guilty reminds me that it could be worse. It reminds me of my privilege, I suppose.

Yesterday though, a song came on my shuffle that really helped me put it somewhat in perspective:

Hand In My Pocket - Alanis Morissette
no one's really got it figured out just yet )
eumelia: (music)
I went to a K's Choice concert with friends last night.

Third row centre. Fuck yeah.

My friend ordered the tickets two months ago, as it was an acoustic and sit down concert, it felt very intimate and close - despite the hundreds of other people in the audience with me.

K's Choice have been a favourite of mine for a while now, well since the last time they were in Israel really! I "discovered" them on Buffy, even though I'd heard their songs on the radio and seen them on MTV (so innocent and young... I need to acquire Daria somehow.)

I won't go into detail, but suffice to say, because my life has been kicking my and mine's collective asses lately, I needed this concert like burning.

Because K's Choice's songs, bar none, are poignant and this being an acoustic event... well, my friends very much agreed that I was dehydrated by the end. I know, big deal, I cry all the time, it's something to note when I don't cry. I was emotionally drained and cried out - there were a few songs that had me bawling and I really had to control my breathing to not outright sob. But there you have it.

But I think I'm warranted at this point in my life to be really weepy all the time.

After the amazing concert we went to a cafe right next to the theatre and had French toast at midnight. I love having breakfast before bedtime.

And despite the fact that my laptop's screen decided to die and I cried myself to sleep - waking up and seeing the screen working as though last night never happened cheered me up greatly.

I still feel like I've been sucker-punched over and over again, and just as emotionally drained by last night, but I guess having a good thing happen (along with the birth of my nephew, who I think about whenever I want to have a do-over of the January) amidst all the bad stuff can be a good thing.
eumelia: (music)
I recently acquired the new Florence + The Machine album Ceremonials. It is very good in my opinion.

But tell me friends, how do you know which if the contemporary artists and musicians you like are popular or not?

I don't watch MTV, my trawling through Youtube is sketchy at best and usually directed towards videos of cute cat or various political gatherings and suffice to say that Israel is so stuck in the 90's that the website selling tickets for the K's Choice tour crashed several times when it opened up for locals to buy (yes, I have a ticket, weehee!). Oh, and I don't follow the charts or the Grammy's unless it's research for something I'm writing that's set in a certain time frame (which means I'm more likely going to be looking at charts from the 60's or the 70's).

We are slightly dated, also the radio is an unreliable source of knowing which acts are popular or not in my opinion.

I'll be the first to admit that my taste in music is terribly banal and ordinary. I have a few bootlegs (that I digitised) of underground queer core songs, but I don't listen to those on a regular basis and I bought the bootlegs in order to support an anarchist collective as opposed to actually liking the music, so, yeah...

It's just that, I read this article about Florence + The Machine and the middle class apathy and I really couldn't figure out what this guy was talking about?

Am I utterly mixed in my genres? Since when is a remixed to death and multi voice track recording considered folk?

I'll admit that I'm slightly dated in my definitions (seeing as I'm an avid Joni Mitchell listener, as well as Joan Baez and Tracy Chapman), but um, am I missing something?

I mean, isn't Florence + The Machine more like Lady Gaga than, say, Suzanne Vega?
eumelia: (music)
A music meme for shippers!

This meme came via [ profile] oaktree89

-Write down 10+ of your current favourite ships.
-Put your media player on shuffle. The number of the song corresponds to the number of the pairing.
-Quote a part of the song that you think has any similarity with the couple.

Ships and Lyrics )

Yeah, I have a lot of female singer-songwriters in my music collection and my taste is horribly mundane and ordinary.
eumelia: (diese religione)

I am Jewish today!

I was Jewish yesterday too, and I'll continue to be Jewish... forever, I guess.

I'm going to leave the Jewish navel gazing for the Days of Awe, when that's supposed to happen.

For now, to all who celebrate have a good evening and a happy new year, to all those who don't, a good Wednesday to you!

If you find a nice Jewish family that will take you in and feed you, do so! We make awesome food. Also, there's wine, honey and apple crumble/pie most of the time.

Enjoy a video, different from years past:

A big thank you to my BFF for introdusing me to these videos, they are amazing and moving. Check the rest out over at Symphony of Science.


May. 10th, 2011 08:46 pm
eumelia: (nice jewish girl)
Which was dashed out the window.

The past two weeks are hard for me. Not only because of the solemn occasions regarding the various memorial days, them being national Holocaust memorial day and Memorial day which is used as a precursor for Independence day, which is just coming to a close.

Both memorial days are commemorated by ceremonies and a nation wide two minute siren in which we are supposed to stand still and "think" about the dead.

I was never a fan of these events, but since my own experiences in the Second Lebanon War I pretty much loathe them. The people I know who died serving in the IDF or through terrorist attacks, I remember regardless as to whether I stop still in the middle of the street while an air raid siren pierces the air.
I think about the the genocide of my people (and everyone else who was systematically murdered due to who they were) a lot. Probably more than is healthy. I'm not into the whole Shoah as an academic interest or as an intersected period, I pretty much avoid thinking about it in that way.

Any way, the past two weeks have been about me avoiding the public radio, public television and I've basically removed Facebook from my life other than to get some invites and messages to community and activism events.

But I hate these ceremonies; I haven't been to a Holocaust memorial ceremony in years, I try to avoid being in public during the sirens and the one time a year I go to a Memorial day ceremony to listen to the names of the all the people who died during the various and sundry wars Israel has fought all I can think of is, predictably, Sinead O'Connor.

During my emotional turmoil in the months following the war, I listened to Sinead a lot. She had always been a favourite, but in that time I feel like she really saved me. And of the songs I listened to over and over and over again and to which I'm listening now is "Drink Before The War".

Lyrics )

And well, when listening to elementary school children read out the names of the dead and read poems about soldiers who die in glory but are sorely, sorely missed... I can never help but be moved and think, "look what we're being prepared for".

I don't know if that's cynical or just sad.

But the glory of Jingo is not one I participate in with a whole heart.
Mostly, I just like the fireworks.
eumelia: (music)
Various people on my f/r-list have done this, so here's what I'm doing!

Put your iPod/mp3 player/iTunes/music player of choice on Shuffle mode.

For each question, press the 'Next' button to get your answer.

You MUST write the song name down that comes up, no matter how silly it sounds as an answer to the question or how embarrassing it is.

Make snarky comments as necessary.

Cut for length )

Little Boxes
Tee hee!
eumelia: (little death - thinking)
One of the most wonderful things about Swan Lake is the music. Tchaikovsky is my favourite classical composer, and besides the 1812 Overture, very likely his most well known melody is that damn theme:

It was that theme and of course the entire story of the ballet that accompanied the gruesome story of suffering we are put through when we watch Darren Aronofsky's Black Swan.

Cut for spoilers, deep thoughts and possibly scathing reviews )
eumelia: (dogma snape)
Will wonders never cease.

No, this isn't the Eames of Inception meta I've been threatening, alas, that will probably be on hold until I have my own copy of the movie so that I can analyse every scene he's in - because dude, it's all about the clothes, mannerisms and his turn of phrase and... yeah.

Any way, ever since I saw Inception I've been going over other movies I've missed due to having awful Hollywood taste and skipping a bunch of indie flicks that had Tom Hardy, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Ellen Page in them.

The films I'll be mentioning are: "500 Days of Summer", "Mysterious Skin", "Shadowboxer", "Smart People", "Whip It", "RockNRolla" and "Bronson".
This post may contain spoilers regarding some characters, but I'll be doing my best to keep plot out of it.

Don't say I didn't tell you!

In which I go on about Joseph Gordon-Levitt )

By the way, Joseph Gordon-Levitt covers songs by women and listening to him singing "Express Yourself", "Bad Romance" and "Natural Woman" is just fucking grand.
The man is scarily talented.

Watching all those movies made me appreciate him a whole lot more - There's barely an audience here for Indie Cinema and the Cinemateques are not very close by to me and I generally miss screenings and had no idea these movies even existed until I see a mainstream movie, go to IMDB and find out that whoa! These people are prolific!

Joseph Gordon-Levitt is awesome y'all!

Ellen Page is lovely. She really is. Obviously I'd seen Juno, because everyone had seen Juno and I saw her as Kitty Pride in the third X-Men movie and she was very sweet there as well.
I've yet to see Hard Candy and yes, I know, it's a huge cavern in my film viewing arsenal, but I saw other movies instead!
Now Ellen Page! )

Tom Hardy is a curious case. As it happens, except Bronson (which I will get to), I'd actually seen most of the feature films he'd been in! (he's acted in a few British mini-series and drama shows, which I've yet to see). Like Layer Cake - I've seen that a few times, because of Daniel Craig and Burn Gorman! And there he is on IMDB, Mr. Eames!
Not to mention Star Trek: Nemesis, which really, let's not mention it.

And Rock N Rolla the underrated (and also not as good as previous) Ritchie film. The first Guy Ritchie film (correct me if I'm wrong) with a canon gay character! Tom Hardy, I knew thee before I knew of thee! )

Getting back to Rock N Rolla for a mo'.
When I saw it all those many moons ago I expected to go online and find a whole slew of fanfiction! A canon gay character! A canon gay character with a crush! A canon gay character in the same 'verse as Jason Statham! (*wink-wink nudge-nudge*)
And 'lo, there was none. Or more to the point, barely any.
What with Tom Hardy's sudden popularity, the movie is getting rewatched and there were at least ten new fics I've found since I'd seen Inception back in August.

I find that interesting. I'm not really all that sure what to make of it. Especially considering that Eames, as a character, most definitely put ambiguous vibes sexuality and gender wise, there's nothing in the actual text to suggest that he's queer in any way - he's just got excellent chemistry with everyone.

Handsome Bob (Ritchie, you love your Statham*, don't you?) played by Tom Hardy is very much not ambiguous, seeing as he comes out to the audience and protagonist early on and would appear to have been out to everyone else since before the events of the movie!

I'm wondering if it's because of this lack of ambiguity and the very real reaction that came from the character to whom Handsome Bob came out that there were barely any takers. I have a few fic ideas, but it takes me forever to write and I'm not very prolific, so don't expect anything from any time soon.
The more I think about, it really could be the fact that there was a reaction to the fact that here's a masculine bloke who likes the romantic and erotic company of other blokes, and the other blokes in the movie make it clear that being gay isn't as good as being straight in various and sundry ways - most of them are ambiguous in their malice, as in, clearly the actions were homophobic but it's unclear how much of it came from actual hatred of gay men and how much of it a part of macho gangster life.

That kind of ambiguity is rare. So often, you see a polarised split in reaction, not to mention the gay characters themselves are usually so stereotyped it's hard to watch... but in this film, the performances felt... friendly... a dangerously awkward moment in which I feared there would be yet-another-dead-queer-on-screen... but ended up being sweet and touching, throughout the film.

I think the fact that there was this reaction existed on screen, jostled the slash goggles a bit.

Your own thoughts on this?

* In case you weren't aware, Jason Statham played a character named "Handsome Rob" in the 2003 remake of The Italian Job, where he plays a fast driving British lady's man. Handsome Bob, is also the driver for the East End gang he's a member of - he's also referred to as a "lady killer" at a certain point... only, he's a gay man. Yeah.
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eumelia: (music)
I had completely forgotten about the K's Choice concert.

In early August a bunch of friends were talking about the fact that the band was coming back on tour to Israel, as they had performed earlier this summer.
I was "oh, cool" and asked my friends to get me a ticket. It was a club venue and not very expensive so I forked over the cash without much thought in mind.

Promptly I forgot about it. See, I like K's Choice, but they have never been a huge part of my life any more than simply really good music, you know.

Until I got a call on Saturday night from [ profile] nurint asking me if I was excited.

I asked: "About what?"

she said: "Uh, K's Choice?"

I was like: "Huh? OH! Right?! Yes, totally. Um, when is it?"

I was laughed at and got myself hyped up.

It was amazing. I'm speechless and can barely talk, I was shouting and screeching and flailing and OMG my legs were killing me! (they A/C was crazy and I was freezing so my knees completely locked up, also I'm on my period so I kept worrying that I may be, um, leaking... yeah.

They sang a huge amount of songs and everyone sang along, duh, we even did entire verses of a song or two.

Sara is really beautiful, cheek bones upon which you can cut glass and she so cute rocking out with a different guitar for every song! The bassist did a stage dive, but he's this fairly large guy and the majority of the audience were tiny Israeli girls, so it was a tad awkward (and scary). I was not there, I stood on a platform a few meters away from the stage, so there were a dozens of people in front of me, but I was above them so they weren't in my way!

Gert is an amazing guitarist, I was really moved by his rendition of "Shadowman", like I had tears rolling down my cheeks moved.

The performance was split into two parts. Kinda acoustic in the beginning, with the whole band sitting down and singing more softly and intimately. The second part was totally rocking it out, with everyone jumping up and down and everything.

Just amazing.

What's honestly amazing about K's Choice is how genuinely sweet they seem. As most of you know, there is constant effort to convince musicians and performers to boycott tours to Israel. K's Choice didn't obviously. And they were constantly in telling us that they'd never had such an enthusiastic audience like in Israel.
It warms the heart to hear something like that, no doubt, it's very nice to hear that we're an awesome audience.

While we stood in line to enter the club I heard many people talk about how awesome K's Choice were for not boycotting Israel and how they burned Elvis Costello and the Pixies for doing so.
Personally, I think Elvis Costello and the Pixies suck for cancelling their performances after people already bought tickets to the shows.
You wanna boycott, fine, don't come, but don't show your ass by saying you will and then deciding you can't take the heat from political critics.

I can't boycott Israel, the most I can do is boycott stuff made by Settlement businesses in the West Bank, but I'm part of the economy and I'm not going to stop being a part of it because I think bands and musicians I like shouldn't perform and make money for an economy built on the exploitation of others.

So, yeah, I didn't say any of that, because honestly I think I would have endangered my life by saying that I think the boycott is a good idea.

We're an awesome audience. They're an awesome band. In a perfect world, it would be enough. They said they'd be back and when they do, I'll be there again, they really are magnificent performers and maybe next time the letters they get telling them to boycott will be unnecessary.
eumelia: (creepy)
Neil Gaiman's "Sandman" is being adapted to Television.

I find the fact that Supernatural's Eric Kripke has his thumb in this pie, distressing. Mainly because I find Supernatural to be derivative in the most unoriginal way, the writing horrendous and the gore not particularly entertaining.
Also the fact that it bleeds into other fandoms via crossovers in such a chronic way very irritating.

Let it be known, I'm not judging anyone who likes Supernatual (Hello, Torchwood fan!) but the actual show is just vomitous.

So anyone involved with that show touching anything to do with Sandman is very upsetting.

Of course at this point there is nothing but this announcement as far as I'm aware, so it would appear that there isn't even a proper pitch.

In the words of the Interwebs: Do Not Want.

Sandman in many ways was what got me to be a critical thinker. To doubt the world around me, note not reality, but the way the world is constructed. Mainly, how the world is narrative. It helped that the story itself is layered, multi functional as both text and image and the lines blurring between Morpheus' arc and the rest of players is really gorgeous.
Dream may have been the Sun of the solar system of Sandman, but everyone else was also a planet.

I like that metaphor.

Sandman also helped me, over reading it over and over for ten years, to rid myself of the idea that I needed to believe in a power greater than the story. Because even though I kept on trying to have faith in various and sundry gods, powers that be and even that good ole' time religion which believes that Earth and the Universe is a Libra eventually coming to the conclusion that myths of god, are just stories about people.

It's a great comfort of mine.

In relation to that, I don't remember my dreams, sometimes, very rarely, I'll remember a feeling I dreamt, but the actual plots I live through in my subconscious mind are locked away and put forth in the snippets of scenes I write and the characters who talk to me when I'm awake.
I think, much like Watchmen, that there are some stories that can't be translated into a different medium without losing something that made the original story an important turning point in that medium. Because while Watchmen the movie was terrible (except for the opening credits, which was absolute movie making genius!) the comic was a punch in the gut of everything that had come before it.
Samndman is seminal because it crosses genres, breaks them, talks about them consciously and is (was) presumptuous enough to talk about human nature without being condescending.

I fear that Sandman, should a television adaptation actually happen, will be dumbed down to suit the palate of what ever demographic television show makers think actually watch television.

And so I ask... for the love of all that I hold dear, why?

Here, have a song.
Day 6: Your favorite band.
Allow me to be completely cliché and give you…
"Norwegian Wood" by the Beatles!

The Days )
eumelia: (little dream - observing)
Oh, lord, there is politics of various kinds that I wish to discuss, some very disturbing trends that are happening in my country including murder, incitement and other things that I distract myself from because I'd much rather think about Inception and what that movie means to me in the grand narrative way I think about movies and comics and books and television and how they affect my life.

Because Inception is one of those movies I have decided to love, especially the stories that aren't being told, as usual.

It's always dreams.

I don't know what I should write about. I need to think about it. In the mean time have some music. That always helps me.

Day 4: Your favorite male singer.
Leonard Cohen, hands down!
This is actually my favourite song by Leonard, "So Long, Marianne":

Possibly because it's so vague and it can apply to anybody's life. I like to think I'm not "almost" young and that I'll laugh and cry over and over again. And of course, that no matter what, we live and die alone, even though we are surrounded by everyone else who is also alone.
I'm not ashamed of being afraid sometimes.
I'm brave some of the times, I think.

Day 5: Your favorite female singer.
Well, my fave is Sinead O'Connor and I don't want to double the videos I give you, so here's another song I really love by her.
"The Foggy Dew" which she sings with The Chieftains.

The reason I love this song as sung by Sinead is the connection with Irish history. Sinead was my first impression of Ireland when I was but a baby listening to her not understanding her rage, her pain and her power. When I visited Ireland four years ago (fuck!) I felt as though I'd arrived to a second home. I know it's corny and Ireland is so mystified in stories, media and history.
But what's a Jewish grrl to do...
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Day 3: A song that makes you dance.

Any thing by Queen makes me want to dance, but this makes me move my butt!
Queen's "Fat Bottomed Girls"

It is most opportune that I am finally watching what seems to be one of the best Rock n' Roll Comedy movie I've seen since "Almost Famous" and "This is Spinal Tap" (okay, that is a bit much but still).

The Boat That Rocked is really funny and has a huge repertoire of classic 60's rock which makes me feel all fuzzy inside. The pub hopping scene is especially lovely. Though I'm still not clear on why a Welshman dressed as a pimp is considered sexy.
Felicity the Lesbian cook (yes, that's what she's known as on this boat filled with stones highly sexed men) is a bit of a butt-monkey, but in the great tradition of British movies, there are (white) men of every size having sex with a great many type of woman, which makes it fun to watch as well.
Honestly not the main foci of the film, but the things you notice, right?

Philip Seymour Hoffman and Bill Nye are sexy beasts.

I'm only half way though at the moment, I'm hoping Felicity the Lesbian cook manages to have some sex with a bird at some point.
ETA - 13:20: She did! YAYS!

Enjoy the music!

The Days Left To Sing To )
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Day 2: A song that makes you cry.
Ha! They are legion!
But the two that never fail are:
Sarah Mclachlan's "Fear" - it makes me cry because of the tone of despair that comes from it, and wherever there is despair there is always a touch of hope and there is nothing more painful that hope.
Not really.

And America's "The Last Unicorn" ,which is also one of the best animated features ever made!
Alas, no embed, here's the video.
I think the reason this song makes me cry is because it mourns something that only exists in the imagination. A dream that we want to see made real, but could never really contain. A mythical beast that is all about goodness and purity, two things humanity seems to not be able to actually formulate.
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Hello there!

Let's get this started, yes?

Day 1: Your favorite song.
Oy, this is difficult. It changes over time, because I can't imagine ever being so constant in my tastes.
But were I to choose a favourite song at the moment it would probably be:
Sinead O'Connor's "Troy"

More days to come! )


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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


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