Being Slow In Everything (Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!)

Entry 3: A Reflection on the Anime Show Mahouka

Though Mahouka suffers from tedious exposition and weak characterization, the show portrays an interesting futuristic world where safety is uncertain. In the show, which takes place a century into the future, magic is the novel technology. Scientists and engineers work to fully utilize magic. Tatsuya and his sister Miyuki, arguably the two characters about which the show is focused, are both trained in martial arts from an apparently young age. The high school they attend teaches students about magic, which has many applications for fighting and self-defense. This future world is very violent, so even high schoolers are trained in self-defense of some kind. In one particularly infamous scene, students from this high school are sent to subdue the leader of Japan branch of the terrorist organization Blanche. The leader is violently slain by the students who are sent as heroes. In this world, the heroes are those who can win faster and apply greater strength. A safe world favors legal protections such as due process, freedom of speech, and the Geneva conventions. Here such protections are cast aside in favor of protecting the fragile order holding the society together.

Entry 4

The following is an idea for a song.

I tend to create very layered songs so this piece would fit that trend. Specifically I intend to create a piece dominated by glockenspiel and backed by synthesizers. One thing I have learned to do in my music is to use appropriate amounts of reverb to create a large space and to make the music more organic. This reverb should supplement the instruments in creating a full sound – echoes should be buried or the effect will not improve the piece. As far as the instruments go, the glockenspiel will provide higher range frequencies while synthesizers will flesh out the rest of the spectrum. Such a piece should be about 3-4 minutes in length. In terms of mood, I want to capture a positive mood instead of the usual somber, melancholy tone I go for. On this song in particular I hope to create a distinctive sound using effects. I hope to achieve the mood through careful writing of the music. Furthermore I want the mood to be indicative of closure of some kind and the understanding that is attained as a result. 

Entry 5
A twin from across the information diffusion barrier,
connected through a tangible means
despite the lack of physical proximity.

Duke, a mysterious presence,
holds dominance over the area around;
magic extends
beyond that which is within reach.

With this power
tranquility returns,
faltered by none.

 

Another Creativity Challenge That Manages To Save Me From Boredom While Waiting in an Office

Me and a friend of mine are doing a 30 day writing challenge where we write something everyday. Okay, we decided it did not have to be writing but we have to make some piece of art everyday.

Minimum recording length is 2 minutes (for recorded pieces)  and minimum word count (for written pieces) is 100 words, not including poems.

Today I wrote a description of a song called "Lamp Mien" by Deaf Center.

Entry 1

An expansive and haunting electric piano note begins the piece, followed by a continuously plucked instrument. A minimalistic template is created over which the instruments mingle. The strings section soars upward in pitch, crowding the sonic space. As the electric piano reoccurs, the semblance of a melody is created. “Lamp Mien” creates a sound fitting of the early morning soon after sunrise. Though austere in melody, the piece shifts in and out of a full palette of timbres, creating a dynamic effect. The atmosphere never becomes too stark, too devoid of life. A fluttering sound hits its peak as the piece closes, capturing its somber energy.

Yet Another Attempt to Escape my Writing Comfort Zone

Gillian, Or The Person Who Is Practically a Black Belt in Tae Kwon Do
Someone with fluffy, chestnut hair of an ethereal nature

that extends to the thoracic vertebrae;

periwinkle eyes that ponder the black sunglasses dangled at an angle from her hand,

illuminating her gentle face;

the warmth of her smile diffuses swiftly through air.

Mysteriously Vague Title

Hello,

Because I have written hardly anything for fun in a while, I hope to write an analysis of something by June 1st. I'm not gonna specify what I will write about though! Take that, Justin!

Also, yes, I am still alive.

- Zeldaru

Spring Animu

I have decided on a tentative shows to watch for next season of anime, which starts in April.

Sunday:
Dragon Ball Kai
Isshuukan Friends

Wednesday:
Hitsugi no Chaika

 Thursday:
Ryuugajou Nanana no Maizoukin
Gochuumon wa Usagi Desu ka?
Akuma no Riddle

 Friday:
JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders

Saturday:
Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei

Analysis

Wallace creates, “The Union’s soft latex-polymer roof is cerebrally domed and a cloudy piamater pink except in spots where it’s eroded down to pasty gray, and everywhere textured, the bulging rooftop, with sulci and bulbous convolutions. From the air it looks wrinkled; from the roof’s fire door it’s an almost nauseous system of serpentine trenches, like water-slides in hell. The Union itself, the late A.Y. (‘V.F.’) Rickey’s summum opus, is a great hollow brain-frame, an endowed memorial to the North American seat of Very High Tech, and is not as ghastly as out-of-towners suppose it must be, though the vitreally inflated balloon-eyes, deorbited and hung by twined blue cords from the second floor’s optic chiasmae to flank the wheelchair-accessible front rame², take a bit of getting used to, and some like the engineer never do get comfortable with them and use the less garish auditory side-doors; and the abundant sulcus-fissures and gyrus-bulges of the slick latex roof make rain-drainage complex and footing chancy at best, so there’s not a whole lot of recreational strolling up here, although a kind of safety-balcony of skull-colored polybutylene resin, which curves around the midbrain from the inferior frontal sulcus to the parietooccipital sulcus – a halo-ish ring at the level of like eaves, demanded by the Cambridge Fire Dept. over the heated pro-mimetic protests of topological Rickeyites over in the Architecture Dept. (which the M.I.T. administration, trying to placate Rickeyites and C.F.D. Fire Marshal both, had had the pre-molded resin injected with dyes to render it the distinctively icky brown-shot off-white of living skull, so that the balcony resembles at once corporeal bone and numinous aura) - which balcony means that even the worst latex slip-and-slide off the steeply curved cerebrum’s edge would mean a fall of only a few meters to the broad butylene platform³, from which a venous-blue emergency ladder can be detached and lowered to extend past the superior temporal gyrus and Pons and abducent^r to hook up with the polyurethane basilar-stem artery and allow a safe shimmy down to the good old oblongata just outside the rubberized meatus at ground zero” (186).¹

¹This is one gigantic sentence that goes on and on yet somehow remaining fluidity like a cellular membrane with lots of cholesterol, as if one can go on and on using technical language but still manage to create an interesting atmosphere for all readers to partake in regardless of science knowledge². ¹    I get a really eerie mental image when I try to piece together this recording studio for Madame Psychosis.

            ¹Polybutylene is a pretty cool name for a polymer though – it pretty much destroys polyethylene and polyvinyl chloride, at least in my opinion.

            ² This passage made me really consider going back and finding my anatomy and physiology textbook just so I could look through and learn about the nervous system. 

² As someone who rides a scooter I really wonder how I would feel going up that ramp.¹ I would not have an alternate choice and would have to just go along the ramp and see the eyes hanging from blue cords. Talk about oppression. Only disabled people get to be weirded out by the hanging eyes, apparently. Maybe I would eventually learn to just deal with it.

            ¹ On another note, Americans with Disabilities Act only was written into law in 1990 and this book was 1996. Some buildings must have been built recently, allowing them to actually comply. In general, no one builds a ramp unless there’s a complaint or the building was actually built after the enactment of ADA. I should guess that this ramp was built along with the building recently. Unless I’m mistaken. 

³ A few meters never hurt anyone, so feel free to walk around up there.

^r Wallace throws many terms that are unfamiliar to the layperson but he successfully creates an enigmatic, figuratively twisting passage. Each segment of a sentence is a battle of sorts but the passage in its entirety flows and creates a surreal background for the recording of Madame Psychosis’ show.