I had this on my TBR list for so long that I'd completely forgotten what it was about, and I think that worked out well for my experience of it. I never knew where it was going to go next, and I thoroughly enjoyed the ride. Liu has a flair for creating epic set pieces of jaw-dropping cinematic scope that nonetheless follow naturally from the speculative science. I consumed a lot of popular science media in the 2000s, specifically, so for me the science in this book felt... oddly nostalgic? Not that it's obsolete, necessarily, but the particular preoccupations of that era and what was cutting-edge are strongly represented here. It made me want to go read a Brian Greene book.
The translation by Ken Liu reads nicely and I appreciated the informative but not excessive footnotes helping with some points about Chinese culture and history. I love that they let him write an afterword about the translation process!
The book is definitely more interested in ideas than people, and it's particularly weak on female characters. I was not entirely surprised to hear that the Netflix adaptation makes some of the male characters women, including Wang Miao. (I guess it also changes the nationality of a lot of characters, which makes less sense to me since the Chinese setting seems crucial to the book's themes, but I haven't actually watched the adaptation so it's not for me to say how well it works.)
I do plan to continue with the trilogy, though I have a suspicion that it might turn out to be too pessimistic in its outlook on the future for my taste? But I guess it depends on where the story ends up. My library hold on the second book just came in.
Writers: Barbara and Karl Kesel
Pencils: Rob Liefeld
Inks: Karl Kesel
Kestrel empowers a street punk to kill Hawk and Dove.
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Writer: Beau Smith
Pencils: Mitch Byrd
Inks: Dan Davis
Zero Hour tie-in.
Getting super powers from drinking magic water isn’t enough, so now it is revealed Guy is actually half-alien.
Warning for blood.
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There were quite a lot of tourists about, as it's close to the Tower of London. I watched one man skip over the muddy patches with more ease than I did, while talking loudly on his phone.
I found little bits of Bellarmine jugs and some combware and Westerwald stoneware, and some colourful sherds.
I didn't pick up a vape that said “Lost Mary” on it, nor a large chunk of a cup or a saucer or something, but I almost did.
Low tide arrived and I was getting hungry so walked to Blackfriars, passing Queenhithe where there was a man on the foreshore and I watched as his foot plunged into the mud far deeper than mine had and he swore loudly and pulled his foot out, his shoe entirely covered in gloopy mud. The tide had come in far enough then that I wondered how he was going to get back to land, maybe over a fence or through the water.

I got to Greenwich and found a massive cruise ship, with people just getting off it and getting into tour groups.
The foreshore was also full of tourists but the tide was out enough to walk along and the next beaches were quieter and I felt calmer.
I picked up an earring, but not the sunglasses nor the high heeled shoe.
I saw a dead eel, which made me feel sad.
I walked past a pub and heard people laughing loudly.
I heard thunder but wasn't sure if it was actually an aeroplane from City Airport, but then the skies opened and the rain poured down and I got drenched as I headed back up to the town centre.
I found a sticker that said “Logan Maliepaard” on it and it seems a 5 year old with that name won an elephant art competition in South Africa a few years ago. Did this child visit London? Or another person with the same name.
I found another concrete cylinder to go with my other one.. another core sample from a bridge or once part of a signpost?
I found a bunch of crayons on the beach and sometimes I picked them up and then put them down again when I found more. There was a lot of light grey board (?) with a black covering that snapped in my hand. I picked some up to start with, but there was so much that I put it all down again.
I picked up a purple hand! I wonder whose hand it was.
I picked up a snapped part of keyring or something, which said “The Book of Mormon” on one side and “I believe” on the other side.
I picked up a piece of pipe that has “lwich” on it. Dulwich, perhaps?
There was a nice wavy piece of wood and a sherd that said “decor protect” on it. There was a flint that looked like an egg yolk when I picked it up but doesn't now it's dry.
There were some small red stones and sherds of different colours and patterns.

Writer: Steve Englehart
Pencils: Joe Staton
Inks: Bruce Patterson
John Stewart's secret identity is revealed on live television.
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2. While I was out, I had a bunch of delicious foods. The first store I went to has a little restaurant that sells freshly made sushi hand rolls and I got those for lunch, including their wagyu beef one, which is so good. Then when I went to the next store, there was a shop in the same shopping center that has mochi donuts and lattes and I got a sakura matcha latte and black sesame mochi donuts.
3. Carla went out shopping today and actually stopped at a different branch of the same mochi donut store and brought home donuts, so I can have more of them for dessert and for breakfast tomorrow!
4. This morning as I was about to leave for work I spotted this silly guy in the laundry.

Scarface's voice is guidance - he's a symbol under which some of " Bleedin' " Towers' residents've rallied, against the City's demolition plans. They've killed one Gotham cop and taken another hostage - Jim Gordon and others're outside while Batman's made his way in.
Issue #5 had Batman finding that the Ventriloquist wasn't from where Scarface was emanating - he was in the Tower, but his tongue was cut.
Someone else was speaking the gangster's words - not the Towers resident who was apparently his second, but that man's abused wife. She'd ended #5 killing her husband because Scarface told her to - and then turning to the hostage cop, who'd been restrained witness to the act.
#6 opened on Scarface's others rushing in: " What the hell happened here?! "
( She told them. )
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For the first time in forever I have been making The Famous Aubergine Dip (the vegan version with Vegan Worcestershire Sauce, I discovered the bottle I had was use by ages ahead, yay). This required me acquiring aubergines from The Local Shops. There is now, on the corner where there used to be an estate agent (and various other things before that) a flower shop that also sells fruit and vegetables, and they had Really Beautiful, 'I'm ready for my close-up Mr deMille', Aubergines, it was almost a pity to chop them up and saute them.
A little while ago I mentioned being solicited to Give A Paper to a society to which I have spoken (and published in the journal of) heretofore. Blow me down, they have come back suggesting the topic I suggested - thrown together in a great hurry before dashing off to conference last week - is Of Such Significance pretty please could I give the keynote???
Have been asked to be on the advisory board for a funded research project.
A dance in the old dame yet, I guess.