Wings Of Honneamise Is 30

The Arts Mechanical


Back in late 1980’s or early 1990’s I saw an anime move in the anime room at Lunacon that blew me away.  That movie was Royal Space Force, The Wings Of Honneamise.  The animation that I did see was incredible, the story well developed and the background rich  creating a level of animation that just didn’t exist in American animation.  At the time I wasn’t able to sit for the entire movie and  didn’t catch the title, so it was a while until I was the whole thing as back in those days you either were connected to a video tape pass around group, which I wasn’t or caught the stuff at cons, which because I was going to college and looking for work was Lunacon once a year.  That changed when they opened up a Suncoast at the local mall and I could buy tapes.  I quickly…

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Theatre Can Change Perceptions – We Need It Now More Than Ever

Soft Left Politics

Amongst the manynews storiesthere have been about DonaldTrump and Mike Pence since their election in November one perhaps seemingly un-political is the news thatVice-President Elect Pence visited Hamilton the musical on Broadway.At the end of the show the cast members directly addressed Pence, expressing their worry and concern that his and Donald Trump’s administration will not protect them – the members of society so many seem keen to ignore, despite their numbers. While the cast of Hamilton received many wonderful remarks in response to their message, there were neverthelessthose voices dismissing the theatre as a place for conversation and social criticism.

However, theatre is an extremely important asset to us in times like this. A political asset, even. One that can show us the flaws in our society that we are blind to in our own lives. Theatre forces you to watch, to listen and hopefully to understand. It is…

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On Depression

Natalie Breuer

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I’ve been trying to write something like this for a couple of years, but it has been difficult for me to find the right words. I am not sure if I have, even now, but I think it is important that I try.

When I was diagnosed with depression, it was late summer in California, and I was wearing an itchy skirt, sweating slightly in an air-conditioned doctor’s office. The psychiatrist asked me a bunch of questions, wrote a couple things down, and then called in a prescription to the pharmacy. “You’re depressed,” she told me. And despite everything, despite expecting to hear her say it and knowing that it was the truth, it still confused me to hear it out loud. “I’m what,” I said.

For weeks after, I could not shake the sense of alienation or the feeling that something was terribly wrong with me. When I was…

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