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A poorly thought-out plan, but a plan at least. [Apr. 14th, 2008|09:55 pm]
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I assume you've heard about the global food crisis? Prices for staple foods are rising sharply all over the world and this spells bad news for the world's poor. Already one government (Haiti) has collapsed due to food shortages. This is not good. I don't know if there's ever been a global famine before. They've always ever been local or regional phenomena.

I do go on... )
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How technolgy spreads from point A to point B [Jan. 12th, 2008|07:06 pm]
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Hey, Brett- I hope this is what you meant by "the influence of one society on another and the variances of divergent and convergent technology."

Most of what I know about the transmission of technologies I learned from reading Jared Diamond's Guns, Germs, and Steel. It's a great book if you can ignore his seeming inability to explain history on any scale smaller than a continent. But here's my version.

One of the main themes of history is technological development. Human beings once lived in small bands of hunter-gatherers using stone tools to eke a living out of the landscape. Now 99% of the world's population stays in one place and eats food that originated on a farm, possibly by way of an electric refrigerator, a supermarket, and a global transportation network. Even those few hunter-gatherer societies that remain tend to use metal tools purchased from their neighbours rather than painstakingly chiseling their kitchen utensils out of stone. But it's not as if every country on Earth invented copper tools, then bronze spears, then iron swords, then transcontinental aircraft. Many inventions were indeed invented multiple times in multiple places. Every coastal-dwelling culture on Earth knows how to make boats and it's unlikely that the Polynesians learned how from the Inuit (or vice versa). Both groups developed ocean-going vessels independent of the other.

Most technologies, however, are acquired from elsewhere rather than independently invented. The nuclear bomb was only invented once and has been copied, given, sold, and espionaged around the world. There are three main ways in which a technology can be transmitted from one place to another- by migration, direct instruction, or copying. Let me use examples from the history of Africa. More than any other continent, Africa has been host to some rather startling discrepancies in technological levels.

First, migration. This is the easiest method for technologies to travel and the easiest to recognize for historians. When a group of people expand and inhabit a new place, they will likely take with them everything they expect to use- including their technology. The medieval inhabitants of Madagascar, for example, knew how to farm and how to make iron weapons because they migrated to that island from Indonesia. When they crossed the Indian ocean they took with them seeds from familiar crops, the knowledge of smelting iron out of iron ore, as well as their language, culture, religion, music, and a host of other traits. Migration also explains how Australians know how to make pianos, how Argentinians know how to raise cattle, and how the French know how to read and write. Piano-makers migrated from Britain to Australia, ranchers from Spain to Argentina, and literati from Rome to France.

Second, direct instruction. This is what happens when one group of people teaches a technology to its neighbours. It may take some time, as the item is first traded and then later built locally, or one group may hire or kidnap an expert from the other side to teach them how to build the item, or may send its own people to the other side to learn the technology and bring it back. This is how the ancient kingdom of Nubia developed its own writing system. Centuries of living upriver from Egypt provided plenty of opportunities for Nubians to trade with, talk to, and occasionally fight with their literate neighbours. Nubian scribes learned how to read and write Egyptian hieroglyphs, and eventually they adapted the technology to their own language (and made it much easier to use in the process- the Nubian alphabet had far fewer letters and took far less time to write). Direct instruction is also how Canada learned how to build nuclear reactors (from the United States), how Islamic nations learned how to build cannons (from the Chinese), and how the Mayans learned how to grow potatoes (from South Americans).

Finally, though this is perhaps the least common method, technology can be transmitted by copying or emulation. Basically, one group of people sees another using a technology that seems very useful, but rather than go over and ask how to do it (and there may be practical reasons not to) some clever individual discovers his or her own unique workaround to invent an identical technology. This is how the Cherokee alphabet was invented. It was also how Germany developed tanks (in an effort to counter the British invention of the same in WWI).

It is still uncertain how ironworking technology traveled from North Africa to Sub-Saharan Africa. We know that North Africans learned how to smelt iron ore from the Middle East where it was first invented (direct instruction). And we know that most of the rest of Africa began using iron tools after the Bantu people migrated out of West Africa into almost the entire southern half of the continent (migration). But the missing link between North Africa and the Bantu is still a mystery.

Perhaps the technology was transmitted through Nubia or Ethiopia, both of which are close enough to the Middle East for direct instruction to occur? This is the most popular theory because it is the simplest. It is significant, however, that Sub-Saharan methods for smelting iron are quite different from those used throughout Europe and Asia. Perhaps this is a case of independent invention? There is no clear historical evidence to say that it isn't. Personally, I like to believe it was a case of copying. With iron in use in North Africa, the Middle East, and in Carthaginian outposts on the coast of the Sahara, it would not be hard to imagine iron tools getting into the hands of West Africans. It is harder to imagine blacksmiths doing the same. With the knowledge that it was possible to make tools out of iron, with West Africans' existing knowledge of copper-working, and examples of the finished product imported along trade routes, all that would be required is one clever West African to invent a way of getting from point A to B, from iron ore to iron knives.

I have no particular historical basis to believe copying is more likely in this instance than independent invention or direct instruction. But it sure makes for a good story.
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How to make sure the Aztecs land on Mars first. [Dec. 21st, 2007|08:48 pm]
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For no good reason, here is an alternate history of the world I wrote. Under the cut. )
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Naxos to Xicalango to Richmond [Oct. 14th, 2007|11:58 am]
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[Current Location |Naxos (mentally, at least)]
[mood |busy]
[music |noisy neighbours]

The next page is up. After doing a bit of page planning I had to add a page to the current scene in order to get it to fit properly. Which means that I still have 16 more pages to draw before I'm done. But on the plus side, I don't hate the current scene. It's well worth the extra page. Spoiler: bad things are about to happen. Also, after colouring the last frame of the previous page the location of this scene suddenly reminded me of Naxos in Greece. It's a long story but the short version is that after ending up on the wrong end of Greece's notoriously unpredictable ferry schedule I not only missed my chance to go to Santorini, but I arrived on the island of Naxos at about four or five AM when there was no one to let me into the hotel room I'd booked. I spent some time wandering around the narrow medieval alleys in the dark, and sitting along the waterfront reading a book while waiting for the sun to come up. In the end it was pretty cool. Oh, and before I forget...

News for Vancouverites

I will have a table at VCon, a sci-fi convention in Richmond October 19-21. I expect to be the only comicker there and might be very lonely! Also, RX Comics on Main Street now has some of my minis so if you can't find the time to take the B-Line down to Richmond, you could always pick up some books there maybe perhaps.
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Mesoamerican "comics" [Oct. 12th, 2007|05:47 pm]
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Cross-posted from a history forum I waste time in sometimes.

"This began as a discussion in another thread when someone noticed a more-than-passing similarity between the art found in Mesoamerican codicies and the art of modern cartoons such as the Simpsons. I don't have a lot of time to scan in examples, but I'll include as many as I can.

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Every single time I try to research obscure writing systems... [Jul. 13th, 2007|12:06 am]
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The comic I've been working on for the last two months is finished and sent off and now I have to sit around and wait to see if it will actually get published. In the meantime, I've resumed work on Lords of Death and Life. Expect a new page on Sunday!

To that end I spent an hour today googling for examples of Mayan writing. This is always a somewhat depressing endeavor because there is so very little left of the literature of this amazing civilization. Even the Popol Vuh, by far the greatest extant piece of Mayan writing, only exists now transcribed in the Latin alphabet. It's still beautiful to listen too, but I was hoping to see it written in Mayan glyphs as well. Sadly this will never be.

More than the recurring melancholy of lost literature I was struck today by just how much crap the internet is clogged with. Yes, I know, this should come as a surprise to no one. But it strikes a nerve with me when this crap encompasses the realms of history and culture. No, the Mayans are NOT a lost tribe of Israel. Yes, they DID actually build those pyramids rather than just find them and move in. The Nazca lines are NOT landing strips for flying saucers. The Anasazi did NOT disappear under mysterious circumstances. The Nazca lines are probably not even designed to be seen from the air- they are designed to be walked along so that you can "feel" the shape they make. The Anasazi are not gone, they are the ancestors of the Pueblo. It offends my sensibilities that so many people, not content with their ancestors having decimated or marginalized entire civilizations, now want to rob these people of their greatest historical achievements as well. No one is claiming that aliens built the Brooklyn Bridge. Actually, scratch that. This is the internet. I'm sure someone out there is.

Of course it's not just white people who are rewriting history on the internet. Some time ago I was looking up information on the writing systems of West Africa. They're pretty cool, by the way, and there's a fascinating story out there about African women bringing this writing with them when they were brought as slaves to America and using it to sew "secret" messages into quilt designs. What I found on Google, however, was something quite different. Site after site kept talking about an ancient civilization I had never heard of, one that spanned the Sahara and was as old as Egypt. I was enthralled. This was news to me. I only began to grow suspicious when the sites claimed that the writing system used was the Harappan script from ancient India, that it had been translated, and that the residents of ancient India were in fact African. Moreover, all the translated texts were apparently messages about God. I hope this throws up a few red flags for you, because it sure did for me. The people of ancient India (just to pick one hole in the theory) were not some mysterious lost tribe of Africa. They are not lost at all. Like the Mayans and the Anasazi, the ancient Indians are still there, going about their lives, speaking the languages that mark their heritage, and as far as I can tell bearing only a passing similarity in appearance to genuine Africans. Every one of the websites I had visited was either built by, linked to, or referenced to one crack-pot historian who had managed to foist his theory to the top of Google's search list.

History is full to bursting with fascinating stories from civilizations on the fringes. Come on people, you don't need to make a bunch of crap up to get some attention. The truth is usually much more interesting.
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In New Music We Trust [Jan. 13th, 2007|08:02 pm]
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[Current Location |Abbotsford, BC]
[music |Mike Davies on Radio One]

I've spent most of the day trying to get some work done whilst listening to BBC Radio One on the internet. Now I'm no music expert- far from it in fact as I didn't even own a CD until I was 21- but I would venture to say that the BBC is the best radio station on the entire planet. I can't even listen to mainstream radio in Canada anymore- I've been spoilt by the British music machine!

You should really have a listen. At first it might not seem so different from North American radio. Most of what they play is rock and pop music (and a lot of it American). But you will start to notice the difference in quality fairly quickly. The BBC doesn't have adverts because it's publicly funded- and they are also entirely free of the corporate games music companies play to get their hit singles on air every hour of every day. A significant proportion of the music the BBC plays consists of exclusive tracks, live recordings, and unsigned artists! You don't have to look very hard through their list of shows to find hours worth of time dedicated to specialty genres like British Asian music (my personal favourite), soul, or punk rock.

It helps as well that Britain is a country steeped in modern music. It's hard not to get excited about it when everyone knows at least two or three people who are in some sort of amateur band, shops that sell musical instruments are easier to find than art supply shops, and music megastores have brought back vinyl. Can you imagine Walmart or A&B Sound selling vinyl? Music is to London what ice hockey is to rural Canada. It pervades every aspect of life. Honestly if I had stayed there any longer I would have had to take up music myself, I think. And coming from me, that's saying a lot.

Also, listening to the BBC seems to cause me to revert to using British grammar when I type. ;-P
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Me vs. Crazy Mel [Dec. 9th, 2006|10:37 pm]
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[music |music from Apocalypto]

I just got back from seeing Apocalypto. You know I had to see it. Right now the arena of fictional Mesoamerican storytelling in visual form is wide open with only me and Mel Gibson contending. And I'm pretty confident I can take 'im. :)

First of all let me say that I really liked this movie. It's good. It's fast-paced, extremely colourful, heart-wrenching, and all done in the Mayan language. I was even able to pick out the occasional word! I know what chaak means! And balam! And now I know what na and ne mean, too! The chase scene, especially near the end, could easily make my top list of Hollywood cinematic sequences (if I had such a list). There were brief moments when the story brushed up against Great Themes that as far as I'm concerned every story set in Mayan culture should touch on. They were sadly too brief. This is not just the only Hollywood movie set in Pre-Columbian Mexico, it is currently the best- and would likely be so even if there was any competition.

But this is the problem, you see. It is a Hollywood movie. And there are certain assumptions a movie must make in Hollywood, many of which directly conflict with my best understanding of Mesoamerican cosmology.

As far as I'm concerned the vast majority of modern stories set in Mesoamerica place far too much emphasis on the subject of human sacrifice. In the sense that every single modern story set in Mesoamerica seems to be about nothing but human sacrifice. Yes, the Mayans and Aztecs slaughtered captives on top of pyramids. In the case of the Aztecs, they did it a lot. It would be an odd story that didn't at least mention this practice. But there's so much more to Mesoamericans than cutting people's hearts out! Imagine if every single story set in medieval Europe was primarily about the killing of heathens, witches, jews, and heretics. Imagine if no one told stories about dragons or chivalry or Medieval adventuring or courtly romance or important historical figures like Shakespeare. Yes, Europeans routinely burned supposed non-believers at the stake, excommunicated and ridiculed them, shunned and massacred them, or made war on them en masse. But that wasn't their whole lives! The majority of "heretics" died of smallpox or old age just like everyone else. And the endless supply of them pretty much proves that Europeans were not very efficient at wiping them out if that had been their primary obsession.

Also out of place was the quote at the beginning about great civilizations being destroyed from within, not without. The fact is that although the Mayans had long since passed their Classical prime by the arrival of the Spanish, a stable smaller-scale society had replaced the Classical city states and the Mayans were thriving. They were oh-so-definitely destroyed from without by smallpox and guns.

The scene in the Mayan city bothered me the most. Throughout the movie, the director seems intent on emphasizing the foreignness of the Mayans. He never misses an opportunity to stick them full of piercings, have them walk around half-dressed, or behave in wild and inexplicable ways. His Mayans come off as ignorant primitives. In my story, I've made it my goal to emphasize the similarities between them and us. And there are many. But I suppose you'll have to read my comic as it develops to see what they are, because Mel's not telling.

And in the end I think that's all I can say. There was not one specific thing in the movie I could point to and say "That's wrong. That's not what the Mayans were like." All the details have been checked (at least as far as I can tell) for historical accuracy. What's wrong, I think, is the emphasis. I have chosen radically different aspects of Mesoamerican society to accentuate in my story, and it is a direct reflection of my beliefs about that culture. Mel's beliefs are different. Which of us is right? Probably both. A culture is a very big thing which must be looked at from many different angles to be understood. It's just too bad that right now Mel's viewpoint is the only one most people are going to see.

Oh, and um... just to let you know right now? Every Mesoamerican epic has to end with the arrival of the rainy season. That's a rule.
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Sooo much news. [Nov. 11th, 2006|09:34 pm]
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Oh, where to start. It's been a ridiculously busy few weeks. And it's not over yet. There's been enough new and unfamiliar and not entirely wonderful things this month to do my head in. Let's start with the fact that I've moved to Abbotsford (an hour or so east of Vancouver). I managed to find a decent place to live when I swung through here on my way to Stumptown the other week, and then moved in last Saturday. I now have a phone and internet access as well, and food in my fridge and I've (mostly) unpacked, but I still own very little furniture. But that's okay. At least I have a bed, a chair or two, some bookshelves, and a desk for my computer. I lived for two months in Toronto without even those luxuries- I was sleeping on an air matress and eating my meals on a cardboard box! I also bought a car, which I had managed to avoid doing until now. You can't be a substitute teacher in Canada without a car. I hate my car. Yeah, it looks cool and it is (supposedly) very fuel efficient, and it's only four years old, but it's a stick shift- which I am learning to drive in an unfamiliar city with no friends or relatives nearby. I haven't killed anyone yet, but... let's just say every day is an adventure.

I am so far somewhat indifferent to Abbotsford. It's a nice enough place I suppose. The view is spectacular- or it will be if it ever stops raining. Everyone I've met so far is very nice and friendly (certainly an improvement over London!), but I don't know if I'll be able to get past the fact that this is a three-Starbucks town (or two McDonalds, however you prefer to measure it). Good thing I've got a car, because big cities like Surrey and Vancouver are at least close enough that I can dash out there to get my fix of comic books and art supplies whenever I need to. Walking won't get you very far in Abbotsford.

Years ago, the first time I ever remember passing through Abbotsford, It seemed to me that there were only three kinds of people living here- Mennonites, Sikhs, and bikers. So far that early assessment seems to hold out pretty well. There are a lot of Sikhs in Abby. Which is a change for me, as in London, most of the South Asians in the area I lived in were Muslims. But at least I will never lack for some of the Asian foods I got into the habit of eating over there. The Mennonites are fairly easy to spot too- they all look, talk, and act just a little like my Mom's family! It's quite bizarre, actually. I suppose these are "my people." I hope I can get along with them a little better than I can with my grandmother. It wouldn't be hard.

Abby has a lot of old people, much like Victoria, but it also has a large number of young families with kids. Which is great for me- the reason Victoria isn't hiring new teachers is because there aren't any kids! Next week, I start teaching in Mission (half an hour north of here). I hope I'm ready by then.
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London pics [Sep. 18th, 2006|09:03 pm]
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I haven't yet taken advantage of one of the other popular trends in bloggifying: posting loads of photos. So here is a small selection of the hugemassively ginormous number of pics I took during the past year in Britain. Small because my camera is not digital and most of the photos, frankly, would be boring to anyone not so obsessed with architecture as I am.

A typical street in Whitehall, once the seat of power for a quarter of the Earth's landmass.

I just leaned how to cut a post )
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What obecsity problem? [Aug. 11th, 2006|08:06 am]
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[Current Location |Vancouver Island]
[mood | hungry]

Well, it was bound to happen! I've been in Canada less than a week and I'm already struggling to adapt to stuff here. This is such a wasteful country. Everything is so frikin' big! The houses are huge, the cars are massive, the streets are broad and empty, even things in the supermarket are ridiculously oversized. And, no surprise, the people are all oversized as well. Hmm. Wonder why? 8-? I feel really disoriented having so much space after living in the cramped closet I called home (and paid 80 pounds a week for!) in London. And I think I've already started to gain back the weight I lost in England.

This is what they call "reverse culture-shock." Or that's what I call it, anyways. At least this time it didn't come as a surprise. Not like the whole back-from-Taiwan-regret-ever-leaving extravaganza.

By the way, I've shut down my forum on my website due to over-spammy-ness and set up the link to here instead. Which means, I suppose, that I'd better start posting here more often as someone might actually see it now.
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Footy [Jun. 11th, 2006|05:53 pm]
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I suppose it’s high time I post something or other. I have a whole long rant about the terrible English school system stored up, and I haven’t even mentioned my trip to Spain, but instead I feel like moaning about football. There’s this World Cup thingy, you see, and it’s something of a big deal in England. It’s a big deal anywhere outside North America, really. (“Football” is actually soccer, of course). As much as I try my best to ignore it and not care about football at all, there’s no way to get away from it. Just by existing and being in London, I know who’s playing who today and what the scores are. This is a country where the current scores are announced over the intercom in the supermarket and public squares and cinemas are turned into temporary football-viewing venues on demand. Some pubs now have guest lists in operation so you can book your football watching in advance. If you’re not on the list, don’t bother queuing up outside the door. Out in the street it looks like Christmas- only with the red-and-white English flag everywhere instead of Christmas lights or Santa Claus. I saw one house that actually did have Christmas lights up- red and white ones of course. Gangs of hooligans roam the streets with their chests painted red and white or kitted out each in the uniform of a different England player. When the game is actually on, the streets go frighteningly quiet. Everyone is indoors in front of the telly.

School is no escape either. I’ve got to teach World Cup stuff for the next six weeks. Six weeks of making English flags, making papier mache footballs, teaching about the last time England won the cup (it was in 1966, as if you didn’t know), designing football uniforms, singing football chants, building a football stadium, baking gingerbread footballers, and on and on. For six weeks! I’m going to hate football so much by the end of this. No word yet on whether they’ll actually be playing football in PE.

The only good news to come out of any of this (and it’s a slim straw to grasp) is that the subtly racist undertones usually associated with flying the Cross of St. George (rather than the much more inclusive Union Jack) have been temporarily put on hold. When small Muslim kids wave English flags as they trail after their head-to-toe covered mother and one Black girl in my class gets quite upset when I haven’t decided who I support (“You DO know that England is in London?! See? That’s the flag of England!”), I suppose English-ness becomes a little more all-encompassing than usual.

Though not all-encompassing enough to include me, I promise you!
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