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Sunday, 23 March 2014

The Feminist Eye: Death Note

I’m sure most of you know what Death Note is. So let’s get right to business. I will be analysing some of the female characters the anime. There only seem to be six that appeared more than once in the anime. First of all, Misa Amane or Misa Misa, is the closest we get to a female lead in this anime. Her character is defined by three points – her career as an idol, her shinigami friend Rem who granted her wish to possess shinigami eyes and her obsession with Kira because he killed the people who attacked her home. Then there’s the whole thing about how for no apparent reason, two shinigami are completely obsessed with her to the point of sacrificing their infinite life to extend hers, which she repeatedly halved in exchange for shingami eyes for Kira’s sake. At the end of the anime, she is the last one standing without any memory of the kind of things she accomplished or lost and for no reason what so ever, she finds herself all alone. It was as though her character was just written as an example to people about the horrors faced when someone who is too weak willed stands in the shadows of the shinigami powers. The lose everything, and they have no idea why.

Wedy was one of the “criminals” L brought on board his crusade against Kira. That’s it. Her character is this extremely sexy, hot, thief girl who... does she do anything else in the anime? No. Her male partner gets to act as the second best detective in the world but Wedy just steals and once L is dead, gets killed by Kira. Then there was Naomi Misora, a brilliant cop. But she quit, because she was getting married, and her husband who wasn’t even as good as her at the same work refused to let her even talk to him about his work. What is that all about? And then he goes and gets killed by Kira, so she becomes a vigilante and tries to kill Kira herself, but of course, a woman could never be good enough so she dies to too. That’s her story. She gets engaged, quits her job, loses her fiancĂ©, tries to take revenge and dies. And let’s not forget Kiyomi Takada. She started off as the stereotypical example of the kind of women that a successful man would want. She was smart, aloof and secretly submissive to her male partner. She was someone that Kira exploited and broke.

Finally, Sachiko and Say Yagami, Kira’s mother and sister respectively. From start to end they had no role to play except for the stereotypical housewife mother and the stereotypical boy band obsessed little sister who couldn’t solve simple algebra problems. They never found out that their son and brother Light was actually Kira. To them, Light was a martyr who beat Kira. Funny isn’t it, because the whole point of the anime’s story was that the more Light was in contact with the Death Note, the more Kira was taking over and Light was slowly being lost. But to those two women, the point of the anime is never clarified, as though your mother and your sister only exist to act as a base or foil of some kind.


Some of you may argue that Misa and Kiyomi are examples of the perils of obsession just like the main character himself, Light. To be honest, that’s only partially true. Part of the reason for the girls’ “demise” was their obsession but it wasn’t an obsession with something like their personal goals or the betterment of the world or the desire to be God. They were obsessed with a man, worked for a man and in the end gave everything up for a man and no one ever questions this. All in all, I think Death Note sends many misogynistic messages to the public. That is not to say that I didn’t enjoy the anime, it is probably one of my favourites. It’s a good anime that sends some messages that I do not agree with and I may be wrong or reading too much into it, but hey, it’s just a topic of discussion. Do you agree or disagree? Comment and we can have a civil discussion and share some new and different insights into the world of Death Note.

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Doctor Who, the Universe and Brendan Cuffe

Greetings!

This is a post about the universe! Yes, the universe! You know how the Doctor and various characters in Doctor Who have personified the universe as a conscious existence a couple times.

There are some corners of the universe which have bred the most terrible things. Things which act against everything we believe in. They must be fought.

“You can't be too careful, can you? And it would be a terrible tragedy for the universe if it turned out I was colour blind...

“The outside universe is breaking through!

“The dawn of time, the beginning of all beginnings. Two forces, only good and evil. Then chaos. Time is born, matter, space. The universe cries out like a newborn. The forces shatter as the universe explodes outwards. Only echoes remain, yet somehow, somehow the evil force survives... an intelligence of pure evil.

“Oh, I did it again. I picked another stupid ape! I should've known. It's not about showing you the universe, it never is. It's about the universe doing something for you!

“We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending, but the story never ends.

“The universe is big, it's vast and complicated, and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. And that's the theory. Nine hundred years, never seen one yet, but this would do me.

“The cracks in the skin of the universe.
“You've decided that the universe is better off without you. But the universe doesn't agree.

“I saw the birth of the universe, and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained.

Okay, so more than a couple times. Some of you might just brush over that idea thinking it’s just sci-fi talk. It’s only fair, I mean, the Doctor says a lot of crazy things. But, listen to me okay, this part of DW science-fiction is a little more than fiction.


Introducing Brendan Cuffe!

"The universe is both intelligent and self aware, and I can prove it!

The atoms that comprise you are very, very old indeed. In fact, the matter that comprises you has existed in some sense since the big bang: Everything since has been a re arrangement. Our universe does not create material from nothing, merely rearranges. We are not just being that live in the universe, we are made of universe. We are children not of the stars, but of the big bang. Hold on to that thought.

"So what?" You might be asking. "So humans are intelligent, which is pretty cool, but it hardly means the universe is." I disagree. When I describe myself as intelligent and self aware, Most of my atoms are not. My hand is not conscious. But I contain a brain. That is what allows "me" as a whole to be considered intelligent. Most of 'me' unconscious, yet 'me' as a whole is, justified by that glorious organ known as the brain. When one looks at the beginnings of life and marvel at how it would someday become self aware, one in fact marvels at the fact that the system would one day contain brains.

So, I ask you, can one not look at the early universe, see the galaxies forming, and marvel at how that matter would someday become sentient? My brain is a part of my body, which grants me the label of '"intelligent''. But my brain is a part of the universe, made of ingredients forged ultimately at time's beginning. Sure, most of the universe is empty space, dead planets, balls of gas... But like me, it's a system, most of which doesn't think, some of which does. To quote Niel de Grasse Tyson, "We are a way for the cosmos to know itself." The universe has become intelligent, has become self aware, and is questioning it's own nature and origins, through us, and any other intelligent life forms." 

~ Brendan Cuffe

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Fan-fiction: Panic - A Harry Potter Fan-fic

They were sitting in a large and sprawling bush that grew around the end of a  low stone wall, which they were using as a seat. It had eventually stopped raining, but the wall was damp, and the leaves on the bush were slowly gathering little pools of water that would weigh them down and regularly splash onto Remus' head, adding to his discomfort. His cheap boots were already sodden from a ditch that, had it been any deeper, he would have been swimming in, and he couldn't even dry himself with his wand, because even that small magic would be detected.
Spying on Malfoy Manor was generally considered a very boring duty, as nothing really ever happened there, or if it did it was well hidden, and the wet weather lately had only made it more unpleasant. Sirius had grinned rather nastily when Remus was leaving. Remus knew he was bitter that he wasn't allowed leave the house, but doing his damnedest to get everyone to throttle him in the night – because that was where his attitude was slowly but surely bringing him – was not the answer.
Yet Remus couldn't really bring himself to be dismal. The reason was sitting next to him with pink hair and a slightly sour expression.
“I keep getting excited every time I see her leave the house, but it's always for something boring, and distinctly lacking in evil,” groaned Tonks in frustration, after leaning forward excitedly when Narcissa Malfoy had briefly stepped out to water her flowers. Well, to order a house elf to do it, anyway.
An involuntary smile tilted the corners of his mouth, but he kept his eyes focused on the nearby manor. From their vantage point they could see the front door and little else, but it was the best they had. Nowhere else offered a good view and cover, and magic was out of the question. The Malfoys had very sophisticated wards.
“I thought you would be better at stakeout, considering your profession,” he remarked.
“Nope, never had the patience. Basically, anything to do with waiting or sneaking I'm bloody awful at.” She didn't sound particularly unhappy about it.
“Fair enough.”
Silence descended again.
He liked sitting here beside her, liked talking to her, liked the silence between them. She relaxed him, and catching sight of her bright pink hair out of the corner of his eye never failed to bring a smile to his face, even though his feet were getting colder by the minute and rain water was occasionally dripping down his face.
She was always there, recently. A year ago he didn't know who she was, that she existed. But one day Sirius had introduced her as a new member of the Order, his cousin, Andromeda's, daughter.
They got on well. Often he would get off a midnight shift and, if he knew she had a later shift, or finished shortly after him, he would put the kettle on and wait for her in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. She was new, she had a stressful job, and she had been beginning to look almost as tired as him after a full moon.
It was always worth losing an extra hour or two of sleep to see her smile gratefully as she took a cup of tea and talked to him about … anything, everything, nothing at all. Something about her, possibly her vibrancy – her inner vitality, not just the hair – made her light up the room. Or bush.
“You know what, Remus?” she said, and he saw her turn to him, so he glanced at her and gave her a smile, but returned his eyes to Malfoy Manor. Just in case.
“What?”
“I think you're my best friend,” she said, and grinned before giving him a brief, one-armed hug.
“Oh, thanks,” he said, feeling his skin heat up oddly, and tingling where they'd touched.
He felt suddenly aware of just how small a space they were in, and tried to shift without being it noticeable. There was only a few inches of space between her left arm and his right.
She was watching the manor now, but he was having difficulty keeping his eyes away from her.
“Don't tell Sirius,” he said, nervously, his mouth inexplicably dry – the only part of him that was, at this point, “but you're far more pleasant company than he is, so …”
“Why, thank you, Remus,” she said, laughing as softly as she could. “I'm glad I'm more fun than a moody escaped prisoner.”
“No! That's not what I …” He could feel his face begin to burn. What was wrong with him? They had joked earlier that day without him feeling at all awkward.
She laughed again. “Relax, and don't worry, I appreciate the sentiment.”
When she laughed, her lips thinned and curved upwards and her mouth opened, her shoulders shook slightly and her the skin around her eyes crinkled. She laughed properly, fully, nothing forced, nothing polite and delicate. He couldn't help wondering, as he watched her chuckle happily, what it would be like to press his lips against her laughing mouth.
The thought appeared in an instant, and left its image branded on his mind. His eyes widened and he hurriedly shifted until there was at least two feet between him and Tonks.
She turned in surprise. “What's up?” she asked, looking at him in confusion.
“Nothing,” he said, quickly. “Um, there was a … spider.”
She laughed again, and he quickly averted his eyes from her lips. “I didn't know you were scared of spiders. You've been sitting in a damned bush all day! How do you manage?”
“No, I'm not scared of spiders, it was just … it just surprised me, that's all. It was pretty big,” he added.
“OK, whatever you say, Remus.”
For the rest of their shift he fidgeted and kept glancing at his watch, praying for an end to this confusing day. If he just had a day without her presence he was sure he could figure this out. He tried not to look at her, but remained aware of her every movement. Any time she spoke he kept his eyes straight ahead, but attempted to smile (failing dismally). He answered her briefly when he had to.
Inside, he was panicking. Nymphadora Tonks was a beautiful, young, funny, kind, intelligent woman; what right did he have to be having inappropriate thoughts about her? They had been getting on so well! She was one of the few Order members who he truly enjoyed the company of, felt comfortable with and, even more rarely, seemed to really feel comfortable with him. This could ruin everything. He didn't want to lose a good friend, but if he couldn't manage to get a grip then wouldn't it be better for her if he just … backed off a little? Kept his distance? The main problems were a slight ache in his heart as he thought about not talking to her, not seeing her – and her words: You're my best friend.
When their shift finally ended the sun was beginning to come out, and a weak and washed out rainbow had appeared in the sky. Its pale colours seemed to match Tonks' hair, which was looking a little lack lustre, as they Apparated away without a word. He failed to notice a disappointed look in Tonks' eyes as he made his excuses after they arrived back at Headquarters and vanished to his room. He lay down on his bed fully clothed, sopping shoes forgotten, and buried his head in his pillow.

He desperately needed to rid his mind of ridiculous notions.

Changelings by Emily Brien

Here is a piece by Emily Brien, who also made an appearance at Phenomecon 2014 and will appear in 2015 again.

"This piece was loosely Based off of the idea behind Changelings, the idea of a human being transformed into something magical in both a dark and beautiful way. Varying as much as possible physically and still trying to retain something human- is it good, evil, or just as lost and confused as we'd all be if we were taken by the Fae?" ~ Emily Brien