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28 Sep 2005: Bright On



Our first genuine holiday since moving to the UK, one year ago, was perhaps a little brief. But boys, you know what they say. Quality. Not quantity. The pair of us zipped down to Brighton catching the trailing edge of the summer, the last days of true sunshine before the autumn grey began to grip the sky.

So you will find mainly pictures of our Brighton trip during this update, but there are a couple of wildcards in there. If you don't like photos, perhaps you think cameras steal your soul, then I can tell you that we enjoyed our little jaunt down to the rocky shores of Brighton. There - you no longer need to waste your time browsing the photos. I am here to serve.

Plus... Tired of not having enough control over my personal musical destiny, I started snacking on eMusic after a recent recommendation. eMusic only supports independent labels so you're unlikely to find Jessica Simpson here. HOORAY. Nor Radiohead. BOO. So I've been enjoying new favourites such as TV On The Radio, and catching up with 2005 Mercury Prize winners Antony & The Johnsons, swimming gently away from the mainstream.

Again more. Aki and I also went to see some modern dance. I just wanted to go do something different. Stripping naked in public did not appeal and chose instead to see Opus Cactus by dance troupe Momix. I was not sure what to expect, but it was rather agreeable. If not emotionally inspiring, it was beautiful to watch. The piece with the rocking wireframe was particularly impressive and the moving human sculptures presented were varied and clever. A curious mixture of gymnastics, acrobatics and art.

Of Note

We can now watch the London City Airport DLR extension being tested from our window; I thought I saw Ken Livingstone a few weeks back, but both Aki and I definitely saw Simon Cowell make no mistake; I cannot believe the fuss over that bloody statue in Trafalgar Square because I thought we were past discussions like these now, I guess I am ahead of this backward time; I have become disillusioned with coffee in the UK as no two coffees from the same establishment seem to taste the same, unless you go somewhere really special; why are apples coated in a distasteful waxy resin; I spent a day working from home and found myself super-productive, and that was how I learnt to stop worrying and love the telecommute.

Bonus Pictures

A veritable cornucopia of photographs on the Japanese web log recently!

Broken Saints Corner

Broken Saints is really old news. A story built in the medium of Flash, with influences from manga, anime and graphics novels such as the intelligent and complex epic of Watchmen, it entered internet space in January 2001 with a short episode - only a few minutes long - and left in June 2003 with the hour long twenty-fourth episode.

Broken Saints montage

If you don't get it, then the series appears interminably slow and self-indulgently pretentious. If you get it and it clicks with your thoughtbox, it's smart, artistic and literary. The story is of four individuals trying to make sense of apocalyptic visions that have been bestowed upon them, but the meanings and symbols buried within push the story beyond plot into meditations on life. The haunting music and artwork complete it perfectly.

Broken Saints carries a strong anti-corporate message and the Canadian creators went the difficult distance with this; to keep Saints pure, they actively avoided corporate support while putting Broken Saints out on the web for free. They went to some lengths to keep Broken Saints alive, because creating a project like this takes time and the bandwidth that goes with it takes money. Some of this story is also told on the Broken Saints DVD, released this year. The DVD also sports a vocal track, an artistic upgrade for many of the earlier episodes and a whole shedload of extras and easter eggs. I wanted to give something back and so didn't even hesitate to buy a copy of the DVD.

And proceeded to watch the whole thing again.