TAYLOR MALI: What Teachers Make

TAYLOR MALI: What Teachers Make

This is an excerpt of “What Teachers Make” by Taylor Mali. Thanks to “I fucking love science” on Facebook, Taylor Mali, Zen Pencils, and GoComics! for this presentation. Click on the link above.

 

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Iron Man 3 In Review

*Spoiler alert – If you haven’t seen Iron Man 3 in its entirety, do not read any further.

One week ago, I watched this for the first time (thanks to pirating)…and I liked it. Yes, we do have the early, rather amateurish reveal of the main villain in the beginning. But I think my good friend (a fellow comic book aficionado) and I rolled our eyes BECAUSE it was so predictable; the writers and fans in us cringed.

Also the use of The Mandarin left me with mixed feelings. On one hand, I thought it was clever to have him as a figurehead instead of the walking Fu Manchu stereotype he is in the comics; his magic and the 12 rings seem silly in IM’s movie world. On the other hand, Killian, as the main villain, as a (another) contrast to Tony Stark (Justin Hammer, Ivan Vanko) reminded me of Spider Man 3‘s answer to Venom, which was a mistake…a colossal one.

Furthermore, the potential for a terrorist Mandarin is amazing…at least I think so. It could have been dark and alerted us to the horrors of war. Oh well…

Lastly, when the movie ended, I laughed for two reasons: the fact that he was talking to Bruce (Banner) the entire time. “I’m not that kind of doctor, Tony. I don’t have the temperament.” says Bruce. What an understatement! The second reason was that I realized, much like Watchmen, this film is deconstruction. Breaking down what a hero is and showing the audience some ambient aspect we never thought about or didn’t want to. In this case, who Tony is as a man as opposed to who he is as a hero.

Mainly, Tony’s rarely in the suit, tying back to what Captain America asked him in The Avengers, “what are you without the suit?” It forced us to connect with Tony the hero, sans Iron Man. He utilizes MacGuyver-esque (Stark predates him) ingenuity in taking on Mandarin’s thugs; we knew he was capable of this but it hasn’t been seen since Iron Man 1 (which was a while ago). In addition, he gets the shrapnel removed from his chest. I said…finally. It is the 21st Century…and the advances in medicine have existed for a long time. So it made sense to me. Granted, we all identify Iron Man by the reactor/mechanical heart he created to save his own life. It stood as a symbol of his survival and innovative mind. The sequence which was supposed to make us believe that he had hung it up was the armors explosion scene. I call bullshit…because he made all of the armors in the first place i.e. he can make more. Period.

One more point: Killian and the application of Extremis were exaggerated. Yes, body heat can be elevated to certain levels but high enough to melt metal (or whatever fictional alloy IM’s suits are composed of), fire-breathing was a stretch, and their healing factor…OMG. Did we learn anything from X-Men 3?! Wolverine only comes close…and he’s the best there is. Character-wise, Killian was reminiscent of Buddy Pine aka Syndrome (from The Incredibles, love that movie!).

Just a thought. Not the end of an era…or a franchise.

Bye for now, KS.

 

Mutemath – Odd Soul

I was once a soul

now I’m on my own

went through every wall
and I’ve got myself to show

trials and tribulations seem to always track me down

ride up into the sunset,
and try me another town

I’m an odd soul

yes, an odd soul,
walkin’ side roads

cause thats the only way I know

I’m an odd soul

yes, an odd soul

Watch for who you know,
careful what you try

everywhere I go I still got myself to fight

and one day if my child ever wonders what is wrong

I know if I battle I’ll win tell him daddy don’t belong

I’m an odd soul

yes, an odd soul,
walkin’ side roads

cause thats the only way I know

I’m an odd soul,

just trying to find a place called home

(got an odd soul, is that all right
I see it,ah ah ah ah ah ah ah,I see it
ohhh ohhh,ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh
lalalalalala lalalalalala lalalalalala
I see it)

I’m an odd soul
yes, an odd soul
I see it

I’m an odd soul
yes, an odd soul.

Jay-Z – Beach Chair

Life is but a dream to me, I don’t wanna wake up
30 odd years, been ’bout havin’ my cake up
So I’m ’bout my paper, 24/7, 365
366 in a leap year

I don’t know why we here, since we gotta be here
Life is but a beach chair
Went from havin’ shabby clothes to crossin’ over Abbey Road
Hear my angel singin’ to me, “Are you happy, Hov?”

I just hope I’m hearin’ right, karma’s got me fearin’ like
Colleek are you prayin’ for me, for me?
See, I got demons in my past, so I got daughters on the way
If the prophecy’s correct, then the child shall have to pay

For the sins of her father, so I barter my tomorrows
Against my yesterdays and hope that she’ll be okay
And when I’m no longer here to shade her face from the glare
I give up my share of Carol’s daughter and a new beach chair

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna wake up, wake up
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna leave

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna wake up, wake up
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna leave

Life is but a dream to me, gunshots sing to these
Other guys but lullabies, don’t mean a thing to me
I’m not afraid of dyin’, I’m afraid of not tryin’
Every day hit every wave like I’m Hawaiian

I don’t surf the net, no, I never been on MySpace
Too busy lettin’ my voice vibrate
Carvin’ out my space, in this world of fly girls
Cutthroats and diamond cut ropes, I twirls

Benzes ’round corners where the sun don’t shine
I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope and one’s grind
Son said, “Hov, how you get so fly?”
I said from not bein’ afraid to fall out the sky

My physical’s a shell, so when I say farewell
My soul’ll find an even higher plain to dwell
So fly, you shall, so have no fear
Just know that life is but a beach chair

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna wake up, wake up
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna leave
(Life is but a dream)

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna wake up, wake up
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna leave
(Life is but a dream)

Life is but a dream, can’t mimic my life
I’m the thinnest cut slice in a cut, the winner’s cup
Well, winter’s rough enough to interrupt life
That’s why I’m both saint and sinner, nice

This is Jay, everyday, no compromise
No compass comes wit this life, just eyes
So to map it out, you must look inside
Sure books can guide you but your heart defines you

Chica, the corazon is what brought us home
The great shape like Heidi Klum, m*** I am on
Permanent vaca’, life is but a beach chair
Song’s like a Hallmark card until you reach here

So ’til she’s here and she’s declared
The heir, I will prepare
A blueprint for you to print, a map for you to get back
A guide for your eyes, so you won’t lose scent

I make it stink for you to think, I ink these verses
Full of prose so you won’t get conned out of two cents
My last will and testament I leave my heir
My share of Roc-A-Fella Records and a shiny new beach chair

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna wake up, wake up
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna leave
(Life is but a dream)

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna wake up, wake up
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna leave
(Life is but a dream)

Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna wake up, wake up
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna leave
(Life is but a dream)

Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna wake up, wake up
Life is just a dream and they don’t wanna leave
(Life is but a dream)

I hear my angels sing
I hear my angels sing
I hear my angels sing

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. 

– Robert Frost

The Eight Year Plan

“Many great things indeed have been achieved by those who chose not to leap into the mainstream.” – Joan Mondale

My mother and I had a discussion. It was another one about my life and where it is heading. To lead back to the aforementioned quote, I, by no means, am a part of the mainstream. In saying that, life has been rougher some places due to the road I chose to take. Dreams and promise have left to the wayside, way too often and I committed acts I thought I was never capable of (despite my questionable morals). Anyway, the discussion led to a promise, a goal…one I’ve decided to undertake: in eight years, I’ll be the man I was born to be.

To elaborate, in eight years, I’ll be forty. Forty years old. Forty years on this earth. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared of aging or dying, for that matter. What I fear most is… not trying (like Jay-Z eloquently puts it in his song, Beach Chair). I know what I’ve been, when I’ve failed and lost, and what it all amounts to so in facing up to it, facing up to myself, I have to live.

The weight of guilt, frustration, failure, and lofty expectation is finally off my back. Yes, I put the albatross there. But that’s here nor there. I am resolute and present.

The plan begins here…

Bye for now, KS.