Showing posts from April, 2017

Why Am I So Negative?

Content Warning: I talk about suicide a tad.

Ayumi Hamasaki is a musician that has, in more ways than one, changed my life. She's inspired me artistically. She's held me up when the world felt like it wanted me down. She's written and sung words that kept me from taking a kitchen knife and slitting my wrists when I was thirteen. No writer, actor, singer, game designer, or anybody has personally affected my life in the same way Hamasaki has. The very person I am today, and in fact the very reason I'm alive, writing this, is due in large part to her and the music she's written and performed.

Which is why one of my most formative memories in high school revolves around her. In April 2010, just before my life started getting really fucked-up, Hamasaki's eleventh album dropped - Rock 'n' Roll Circus. To date, I think it's one of her most polished works - a stellar balance of her signature ballads, high-spirited pop numbers, and some rock influences throw…

My New Podcast Is Live

Well, it's not "mine" - I'm just on it and came up with the ideological embryo.

I've Got A Lot Of Thoughts About Ghost in the Shell

Few people were as critical of the new Ghost in the Shell movie prior to release than me. Well, probably Japanese-Americans, but in terms of angry white men, I was probably the angriest and definitely the whitest. After all, GitS is something near and dear to me - Stand Alone Complex, in particular. This was a franchise that helped define a lot of my life philosophies, one that helped shape who I am today in a lot of respects. It was a sublime critique of the geopolitical sphere and society's reliance on technology, and Hollywood had the fucking gall to turn it into a generic action vehicle for one of the most generic actresses out there? You'd best believe I was pissed.

And you'd also best believe that I inevitably shelled out money to see it, just so I could complain about it. Yet walking out the theater, I was left with a surprisingly conflicted feeling. More accurately, a long series of conflicted feelings. Feelings that I had to type out here, because what else am I …