I walk by the bust of Winston Churchill, which stands on a pedestal near Elizabeth Avenue, on the grounds of the park of his name, pretty frequently. I'm always intrigued by getting a "pose" out of the old fellow, too.
This was a nice surprise: the latest instalment of Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill's Century series of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen was released today, so I downloaded it straight away through the Comics app. It's just $4.99 digitally.
I've haven't read it through yet, but I was schoolboy-giddy enough to flick rapidly through the pages quickly, looking at how this one is put together ... and to see what winks, nod, in-jokes, allusions and asides are packed inside. There are quite a few, right at the surface, from Bond girls to 30 Rock to Doctor Who to the Lion King, of all things. I imagine it would really help, again, to be English to spot some of the background characters who pop up in these books!
I'm setting it aside for the weekend. It looks like a treat, with the same attention to detail and sidebar production values (the fake ads are as complicated as anything else) as the preceding ones.
Sarah Nicole Prickett's piece in Saturday's Globe and Mail was both hilarious and depressing; the former because of the obvious laughs, the latter because it showed how even a great writer like Sorkin can be, well, clueless.
Coming out of media interviews with Sorkin to tee up his new HBO series The Newsroom, Prickett was not seduced by Sorkin's Sorkin-ness, and challenged him on a number of things, not the least of which is how the world has changed, including the undeniable fact that many people get their news from the internet and not traditional choices, like newspapers and TV.
From the final grafs:
“Listen here, Internet girl,” he says, getting up. “It wouldn’t kill you to watch a film or pick up a newspaper once in a while.” I’m not sure how he’s forgotten that I am writing for a newspaper; looking over the publicist’s shoulder, I see that every reporter is from a print publication (do not see: Drew Magary). I remind him. I say also, factually, “I have a New York Times subscription and an HBO subscription. Any other advice?”
He looks surprised, then high-fives me. Being not a person who high-fives or generally makes physical contact with interview subjects, I look more surprised.
“I’m sick of girls who don’t know how to high-five,” he says. He makes me try to do it “properly,” six times. He also makes me laugh; I’m nervous, and it’s so absurd. He loves it. He says, “Let me manhandle you.”
And now look, a Tumblr site coming right out of Sorkin's words. Hey Internet Girl is not at all subtle, but the fact it exists (and was created so quickly) says something abou the times that Sorkin appeared to dismiss. (Personally, I don't see how the author of The Social Network can be clueless about digital culture, but I can see how the author of everything Sorkin has written can be a little, um, arrogant while dealing with others.)
I was aware that there were more women tweeting than men, but this chart surprised by the extent ... but nearly as much as to see how men are much more likely to use aggregating services like Reddit and Digg.
"We trust people because they showed up when it wasn't convenient, because they told the truth when it was easier to lie and because they kept a promise when they could have gotten away with breaking it." - Seth Godin
It's not May anymore, but this song by Stockholm's Quiet Nights Orchestra fit the mood for the weather today in St. John's: bright, sunny, warm, with that feeling, as I walked into work this morning, that the season had really turned. (I know: a dangerous expectation to have here indeed.)
In any event, here's a tune for the warmer weather.
We caught up this evening with the latest True Blood episode, the second of the season and the series debut for Christopher Meloni, who has left Law & Order: SVU to take on an uber-vampire role, playing a real piece of work named Roman. Meloni showed up at the end of the episode, presumably to play a major part in the rest of the season. It was a hoot to see him ham it up so much, I have to say.
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.