I was delighted to read about Google’s new web browser, Google Chrome, the other day. Delighted because Chrome promises to improve on the already-good experience of browsing with Firefox; delighted because Chrome is going to be open source, and thus contributing to the greater development of the web user interface; and delighted because all its complexities were explored through a comic by Scott McCloud.
Comics people and communications people will already know McCloud as the author of Understanding Comics, the best single explanation for how the comics medium works, and easily the most influential comics textbook around. It helped that McCloud wrote it as a comic, of course. While wiser people than I have challenged some of his interpretations and claims, this was still an astonishingly sound discussion of what comics means, and what happens when you stick words and pictures on a page together.
The usefulness of comics as an explanatory tool has been well-known for decades. The comics medium is particularly good for explaining complex topics, and what McCloud and the Google Chrome team have done here is nothing short of masterful. With deft use of images and placement, and no doubt some very careful editing of the words, some very complex engineering is rendered comprehensible to the average reader. It is a remarkable feat in and of itself, and I am impressed also by the marketing angle – that the way they decided to talk up Google Chrome was to get an awareness of the technical advancements out to a general readership. Other neat aspects – the fact that the comic is narrated by comic versions of the actual Google Chrome designers, for instance – build on this. I don’t think you can avoid coming out well-disposed towards the project at the end of reading this book, and considering how the usual general response* to a new technology announcement is either apathy or cynicism, that’s quite something. As far as I’m concerned, its a triumph of the comics medium. So, well done Google, and well done Scott McCloud. Consider me sold.
You can read some of McCloud’s fiction comics work online, as well: Zot: Hearts and Minds.
* I am, of course, generalising madly from personal experience here…
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RNC Protest
I hate this photo. I hate that this photo continues to be the media’s face of protest, nearly a decade after the Battle in Seattle. I hate that these black bloc anarchists fail to see that their tiny, worthless vandalism effectively neuters the voices of thousands upon thousands of others.
The MSNBC headline: GOP delegates attacked by protesters. It was “a violent counterpoint to an otherwise peaceful anti-war march”, but you don’t hear any more about the peaceful stuff.
There’s a double-blind here, in fact. While the media covers the violence and transgressions of a tiny minority of protesters (see also CNN coverage, Fox News), the peaceful masses are pushed down the page and easily dismissed as a non-story; and deeper still, the efforts of the St Paul police and the FBI to stifle protest with a series of unlawful raids and arrests of protestors goes mostly unexplored, buried in the tenth paragraph of the stories above and told from the police POV.
Glenn Greenwald, always essential reading, has been on this story since the start (in one of the raided houses, proof of FBI involvement; the story develops with a range of photos and video.) While excoriating big media for burying this story, he draws a comparison with China – everyone was ready to look darkly upon the suppression of protest in China, but no-one has much to say about the exact same thing taking place in the US.
This is what corrupt state oppression looks like. This isn’t hypothesising some future dystopia – this is living in one right now, where the biggest and most powerful democracy on the planet can criminalise its citizens as it pleases to stifle dissent during a political campaign. The bleak future has happened, is happening, right now.
Perhaps the stories of those raids resonate with me because down here the trial of the arrestees from New Zealand’s own “terror raids” is quietly moving along, to general apathy. Does anyone take those ominous warnings of terrorseriously any more? I would like to think not, but sadly I think that would be too optimistic.
US Politics: Still Weird
As a citizen of the rest of the world, man, I gotta say, that Obama guy you got in your election race can sure deliver a hell of a speech. The acceptance speech at the Denver convention? That is a thing of beauty. Almost enough to make us rest-of-worlders start to hope.
(Any of my fellow rest-of-worlders who haven’t encountered the speech yet, you can find video and transcript here – this thing is seriously worth your time.)
And this is, what, the third? fourth? incredible speech by Obama during this campaign, speeches for the ages that will be studied in schools for decades or longer. And the speeches aren’t just wind-up toy messages, they are the product of the man and his campaign. This is the guy the Dems want you to vote for.
And on the other side of the ballot paper? John McCain, who is basically a missile in a rumpled suit, and who managed to snatch the media eye away from Obama the only way he could, with a completely frikkin’ insane nomination decision for his VP. I mean, Sarah Palin? This is his counterpoint? Its such a wacked-out move that it doesn’t even make sense on its own terms. Is she meant to grab the Clinton voters? Seriously, you figure a fundy Christian anti-abortion hardliner is going to win over disgruntled feminists?
Then again, this is the US, and up is usually down over there. Political engagement there has advanced further from rationality than in any other first-world nation (though most of the others are racing to catch up, it must be noted). Just hold it in your head for a moment – the truly insane thing is that in the US, a country economically wounded, deeply corrupted and compromised, locked in a tortuous unwinnable war, in this country there will be an election between Barack Obama and John McCain – conjure up the images in your mind, these two men, and all that they represent – there will be an election between these two men, and John McCain has a good chance of winning.
It doesn’t make the slightest lick of sense, but I’ll tell you this: it makes for one hell of an interesting show.
Olympics Not Politics
[Starting to get back into the groove of life. There may be blog.]
This one I got wrong: “There is a moral dimension to the Olympics, and I expect it to come to the fore in Beijing. It won’t be the first time there’s been a memorable protest under the five rings.”
There was barely a murmur of political protest from the athletes during this Olympiad. I am still surprised, given the massive conflicts that raged over the torch run, and the widespread awareness and popularity of the Tibet cause if nothing else. It was as if everyone who turned up just wanted to do their sporty and enjoy the atmosphere in the Olympic village! (Cue the usual run of media stories about how everyone is shagging everyone else in athlete-town.) Where, I ask, was their political consciousness?
In retrospect it isn’t so surprising. It is absolutely clear that China put on a wonderful Games, and the athletes were entirely caught up in it, with helpful people everywhere and a massive enthusiasm from the locals to show off their country to the world and win many, many medals. It was a brilliant games to watch, as well – any games that gives you both a Michael Phelps and a Usain Bolt is one to be cherished. Like so many other people, I don’t really give a toss about 99% of the Olympic sports at any other time, but the festival nature of the Olympics and the sheer global commitment to excellence gets me every time.
So I can understand any athlete with a political mission letting it slide in the face of this excellent welcome. For an athlete at this level, the politics can only ever be distantly second to the sport, and its easy to see that distant second fading away into obscurity. So it turned out to be a happy games, despite the occasional sour note that reverberated with deeply unpleasant power – the lip-synch little girl for one. Media in the UK didn’t shy away from hinting at China’s political failings, but also never went beyond insinuation. Everyone walked away exhilirated and smiling, and in fact there is something deeply encouraging in the embrace of the Chinese by the world when so often they are vilified or even feared in other countries.
This, then, was China’s coming out party into the 21st century world with a new social prominence to match its economic and political prominence. The Beijing Olympiad shows, unnervingly, just how functional a massive oppressive state can be when it marries itself to global capital. This is a model of the future; unlike Soviet Russia, whose communism was probably destined to collapse in upon itself sooner rather than later, China shows no cracks and I can fully believe it will be standing strong with this exact model of state management in a century’s time, or longer. It has embraced the systems in the rest of the world that don’t care about human rights, and in so doing has immunised itself from those systems that do care. It has had its coming out party, and it won’t be going inside again.
I Liked Them Before You Did
From a November 2003 email about 8 August of that year:
“On Friday Cal and I were wandering near the Student Union building, Teviot, and were offered free tickets to a show by Irish comedian David O’Doherty. Despite our worrying [earlier] experiences with the alleged Cream of Irish Comedy we signed on, and got an interesting show – mostly consisting of O’Doherty sitting with a keyboard on his lap playing and singing amusing ditties about
how miserable and crap he was. Not bad at all, actually, and at that price how can you go wrong?”
From a Guardian report four days ago:
“David O’Doherty has taken home the main prize at the if.comedy awards – formerly known as the Perriers – in Edinburgh, the most prestigious accolade of its kind.”
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From my blog, March 9, 2004:
“I discovered today that my NZ-rock-gods-to-be Two Lane Blacktop have split up. Sucksville.”
From the Guardian on June 9:
“We’re going to stick our necks out on this one and predict that Ladyhawke are going to be massive. Or rather, “is” going to be massive: Ladyhawke (the title of a 1985 fantasy film starring Sarah Jessica Parker’s hubby; not to be confused with Ladyhawk, a Canadian indie-rock band) is the vehicle for the giant (alter) ego that is the New Zealand-born Pip Brown [formerly of Two Lane Blacktop].”
(The first and only time I saw them play was at Indigo during the Cuba Street Carnival in Feb 2002 – Our Sophie was on the door and I popped up to see her, and stuck around to watch because the band was amazing. Sophie chatted with me about Pip afterwards; we were both well impressed. Hmm, a quick google reveals the Ladyhawke Lady herself announcing that gig on NZMusic – so it was on Feb 22.)
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Anyway, this clearly shows that my taste in everything is chronologically superior to your taste in everything. Sorry about that.
Trains, Planes, Automobiles
Train from Edinburgh to London Kings Cross
Tube on Circle line to Paddington station
Train from Paddington to Heathrow
Plane from Heathrow to Hong Kong
Plane from Hong Kong to Sydney
Plane from Sydney to Wellington
Automobile from Wellington to Lower Hutt
Much-needed shower
Automobile from Lower Hutt to Wellington
Much-needed sleep.
Now back to work!
About To Return
It is Monday morning in Edinburgh. The last two weeks have been packed with stuff. I am on a bit of a bliss rush from seeing so many wonderful people in such a short period of time. But real life is clawing me back and in a couple hours I get on the train to London, then the plane to Hong Kong, then to Sydney, then to Wellington.
This is my second time leaving Edinburgh. I’ll be back to do it again.
Where I Was On Saturday
In Winchester, with groom Leon and best man Ado, waiting for the bride.
Leon on the right, me in the middle, Ado on the left.
Flying Tomorrow
Tomorrow morning I’m on the plane to the UK for two glorious weeks of London, Winchester and Edinburgh, including the reason for the journey: the wedding of The Most Revered And Regal Leon, King And God, to the wonderful Laura.
I’ll be back in a few weeks. Blogging will be low. Anyone in London who doesn’t already know about the Weds post-work picnic catchup, give me an email. Plans in Edinburgh are still disorganized.
And following the discussion and extensive advice I received here, just now I finally got off my backside and carbon offset my flight at CarbonZero.com. Total carbon emissions 7867.54kg CO2-e; offset cost $270. Worth every cent. They even gave me a certificate to prove it.
Next task is to pay back the good soul who loaned me money for the tickets…
Comment Mod Fail
I just discovered that my spam filter has been chewing up a bunch of comments, including comments where no email was provided, comment where a url was included, and others whose sole offence seems to be that they were written by Fraser.
So I’ve just spent a half hour going through the last 1000 spam comments and approved about fifteen genuine articles. If you had a comment that never appeared, I apologise and assure you that I have belatedly appreciated your contribution 🙂
In future, if you get a “comment being moderated” message, give me an email so I am reminded to fish it out of the spam filter…