by Femmebot
I’ve been wanting to go to Japan ever since I read “Memoirs of a Geisha” about 10 years ago. That’s the beauty of fiction. It transports the reader to a different time, a different place, a different culture. A book can often fulfill our natural human appetite for escapism from the everyday grind…and its carbon footprint is less than a plane trip from Miami to Tokyo plus a train ride to Kyoto.
OK, no, it’s not entirely the same, but in a recession, the imagination can be more valuable than C-A-S-H. These dayz, I’m more into cyborg Geishsas, probably a sign that I’ve been using too much technology. But technology IS my everyday grind, and the only art form that expresses my angst with it, is Japanese animation.
So, I’ve been overdosing on Japanese animation over the last year.
My fascination started with Top Cow Productions’ “Witchblade,” which follows the trials and adventures of Masane, nicknamed “Melanie” because of her sizeable rack – coincidence? I think not. Masane also happens to be “charmed,” or rather, “cursed” – depends on whether you are a pessimist or an optimist – with the power of the Witchblade, a really cool bracelet I would like to design and sell someday, ha ha. No, I’ll just tell my friend Uma Nanda Saraswathi about this particular design since she already has her own jewelry line…and she would understand since she likes to dress up as Kali for Halloween.
Anywayz, gotta stay focused. I’m the storyteller.
Throughout the Witchblade series, it is clear that the only reason Masane fights is to protect and support the love of her life: her six-year-old daughter, Rioko. And when her daughter is taken away from her, she loses all motivation to continue battling the iWeapons.
I learned a ton about myself from this series last fall as I was going through the pains of building my own company. Masane was really good at negotiating a better salary for herself. Basically, she threw tantrums until she got what she needed…let me emphasize “needed,” not “wanted.” Throughout the series she wears the same ugly yellow shirt and blue pants…so, she’s not the kind of chic that wants to buy cute shoes and dresses (not that there’s anything wrong with that!), although when she transforms into the Witchblade and she’s decked out in full costume, she is quite fabulous….

Masane is in a position to throw tantrums because she never asked to wield the power of the Witchblade, i.e., her “secret sauce,” the thing that makes her unique and the reason others want to pay her. Talk about “law of attraction.” Instead of trying to GET others to pay attention to you, you just follow your own path, your own destiny, and others will naturally seek you out for the skillz you possess. Thanks, Witchblade, for that very important marketing lesson!
Netflix is cool because once you find a flick or series you like, it leads you to other suggestions. “Ergo Proxy” seemed like the natural successor to my Witchblade obsession, since they are both stories about techie chics who are battling “the machines.” Yes, sci-fi always has political commentary, so it is a natural segue from a journalism career…except this time I’ve got a chance to tell the truth. This series is full of the kind of dialogue I always wanted to put into my journalistic articles:
“Knowing the truth doesn’t always make you happy.”
“Lies make us happy! Lies make us happy!”
“Now is the best time to consume. Why skimp when you deserve more?”
“Immigrants lack complete control of their emotions.”
“Doubting the system is bad. Always obey. Those are the conditions necessary to become a citizen.”
Riel, granddaughter of the Utopian leader, is spoiled, dark, wicked intelligent and bored with her utopian bubble city. She is an inspector. Her tantrums sound like Masane’s in Witchblade, although she is much more refined than Masane. Her sidekick is a robot, called an “autorave” who sounds like a gay boyfriend.
Riel’s job is connecting dots. Hey! That sounds familiar! She is bored with utopia, so her world is shaken up when a creature visits her…the proxy, but when she tries to report the incident, her autorave’s memory has been erased. Um, that sounds painfully familiar as well.
“She can’t distinguish between illusion and reality,” says the conspiring doctor’s autorave. “This is common for humans.”
Dr. Daedelus arranges for a brain scan when Riel acts distressed that no one believes her. She isn’t the type who needs anyone to believe her. She is confident and solid in her character…although eventually, she does have to trust someone…because it is impossible to accomplish tasks alone.
What is so interesting about this animation isn’t the actual animation itself. Mind you, this is Japanese animation, which means the story takes precedence over cool effects (which takes lots of C-A-S-H). Camera panning over detailed still artwork, cool sound effects and badass music are the elements of this animation. The closing song, “Paranoid Android” by Radiohead wasn’t approved until the band actually saw the anime. Hmmm. That’s reassuring.
Another really cool element is the use of Classical Roman statues as the administration in power. They float up and down in the background as they talk about secrecy and monitoring the movements of Riel as she tracks down the truth.
It’s all so interesting as I consider taking money from the government to fund my artistic projects. In “Ergo Proxy,” Riel is a renegade, but she also works for the government. And her grandfather is the leader of the administration. Apparently it can make for a good story if I fund my project with government money…it creates this semblance of a conflict of interest, and yet, watch how I rationalize it…
First off, government money is my money. My tax money. I pay the government to give me services I need: health care, education, housing, food. Hmmm. Wait. That’s not right. In the U.S., I don’t have health insurance unless I work for a corporation. My mortgage is owned by a corporation. My food comes from a corporation. The money I give to my government pays for W-A-R so that I can continue to burn energy for my techie addiction. Hmmm. Back in 2003, I didn’t pay my taxes because I thought I could use the excuse of “conscientious objector” since Bush declared a W-A-R I protested along with millions of others around the world. A year later, they tracked me down, and I eventually paid my debt…but we’re still in this W-A-R. My government officials can’t represent me anymore because they are representing corporations.
So, taking money from the $15 billion Census 2010 outreach pot will allow me to spend tax payer money for constructive things: like education. Multimedia literacy. Creating jobs.
Both Masane and Riel use the system to beat the system. And, if you are an entrepreneur, this is the land you live in. Always trying to think three chess steps ahead; always trying to live within the cracks of the Matrix. There is a passion inside of you others don’t possess, and usually it goes beyond the desire to make money so you can buy a McMansion on the bay and drive a gas guzzling car and eat endangered animals called “delicacies” at 5-star restaurants (if you fall into that category, that’s your preorogative, but you suck).
I started my business because I saw a hole in my local community and I felt I had the skills and the desire to fill it. The hole: not enough well-paying jobs for professional writers who want to write about things besides luxury items for rich people. The infill: BiscayneWriters.com.
It’s a pure intention, but what I didn’t take into account was that I would have to learn how the advertising industry works in order to generate enough income to pay these writers.
Four years later, I know a lot more about advertising, and it’s one of those things I wish I didn’t know anything about. Advertising is a soulless, poisonous business. It’s all about convincing people to buy things they don’t really need. Yes, I subscribe to the speech Brad Pitt made in Fight Club.
So then what? I thought I could follow a different business model: the NPR/PBS model that gets its support from subscribers. So I set up a Paypal donation button. I imagine this will EVENTUALLY work. But by that time all my South Florida writers will have moved to a different location to find work.
Then I thought – I’m an Internet-based business. And writing can be done from the comfort of one’s own home. I can build a network of journalists in the different markets I covered over the past 10 years and connect them to advertisers.
Great. Good. Whatever. It all sounds like the work of a good little former AmeriCorps volunteer, but at the end of the day, I had no Rioko to hug me and tuck me into bed. Over the course of four years, I gave away so much energy that I hadn’t allowed myself the opportunity to receive anything back.
I also found out that the hole I wanted to fill in the market was a metaphor for the hole in my heart. It has recently been filled, not with a daughter, not by a man, not by my parents or my sister or my brother…not by dirt, not by money, not by jobs for writers…
The hole has been filled by LIGHT. Light is energy. Light reflects. Light attracts. Light is L-O-V-E. And so, I am motivated, I am propelled, I am energized by light.
These were the themes as I explored as I created my costumes for Halloween last year: “The Urban Mermaid” and “Chakra Girl.”
The Dance of the Urban Mermaid to Kode 9 & Spaceape’s dubstep track, “Backwards,” shows our evolution, swimming like tadpoles in a stream of consciousness, walking along the bottom of the sea like crabs until we could swim on top of the water. But then we got fancy and started butterflying like dolphins and our egos got the better of us…and when that happens, we find ourselves swimming breastroke backwards, falling down, and starting the process all over again. History repeats, repeats, repeats itself like a DJ scratching a record, and the Urban Mermaid finds herself caught in the next hurricane of MyAmi, spinning and spinning, going nowhere because she only sees with her eyes…until she dies and resurrects as Chakra Girl, a beacon of light who speaks the truth.

It’s a work in progress…we’ll see how it all manifests. I guess I see this particular story in animation because that’s how I saw the world every Saturday morning…look at my 5th grade journal on 9/13/85, for cryin’ out loud!


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