The following is a collection of opinions first posted on my original blog, regarding my first complete viewing of Neon Genesis Evangelion. For those who are unfamiliar with it, Evangelion is a Japanese animated series that ran in the mid-’90s. It featured a complex story that dealt with the human condition, existentialism and the end of the world in a futuristic sci-fi setting, which utilized the anime mainstay vehicle of giant weaponized robots while parodying that genre at the same time.
Widely regarded as either one of anime’s greatest works of genius ever, or a hopelessly overwrought piece of animated garbage, Evangelion managed to capture my attention and keep my brain working for hours and hours trying to make sense of it all. If you’re someone who, like me, enjoys overanalyzing works of mind-twisting ambiguity, you too may find it more fascinating than frustrating.
With the renewed interest in Evangelion stemming from the recreation of the series into four feature-length films, I thought it might be an interesting time to revisit not only the series, but also my own thoughts from my first experience of it — and see how the passage of time and the evolution of my own existence has contributed to a different understanding of its mysteries.
As part one of this undertaking, I present the following amalgamation of blog entries from early 2003, written during (and immediately following) my first viewing of Evangelion.
Posted 2/4/2003

During the evenings when my wife works, I enjoy a bit of “dinner theater” — watching a DVD of some sort on my 57″ widescreen TV while I eat. For a while now I’ve been reviewing the entire Star Trek original series, but having exhausted all the episodes I own, I went looking for other options last weekend. For some reason I selected the first volume of Neon Genesis Evangelion, a legendary Japanese animated series that I was introduced to by friends back in high school. I only own the first DVD (four episodes) in the series, as for some reason when I bought it I never really “got into it” enough to buy more. Anime DVDs aren’t cheap, you know.
But then last weekend I watched the entire first disc again — and for some reason, it had a totally different effect on me this time. The story seemed so unbelievably compelling, I felt like getting in the car, going down to the store and buying more DVDs from the series. Maybe I was just in an anime mood, but I was struck somehow by how cool the whole thing was. Normally I’m not much for the giant mech combat that seems to be a hallmark of anime, but this is different.
Not only is it a good story, but I really love all the high-tech user interfaces, warning messages and readouts the series utilizes throughout. And I had forgotten just how good the music in this series is. The voice acting is spot-on, too (and I don’t mean the dub; I wouldn’t watch the dub if you shot my arm off.) Overall, it’s a complete package.
So I decided to complete my collection of Evangelion as rapidly as possible. Normally that would mean buying seven more individual $25-30 DVDs, but the entire TV series is now available in a handsome boxed set. Since I found it on an anime retailer’s website for $103, I’m going to order it. After that, I’ll have to pick up the two cinematic features that were created after the series’ end. But I guess that’s the advantage of taking forever to warm up to something like this — by the time you want it, it’s more highly accessible and usually cheaper.
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Getting Seasonal
By Chief Oddball on December 2nd, 2009 at 6:29 pm
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Every year it’s the same thing. The same commercialized rush for your shopping dollars, the same rotating playlist of seemingly half a dozen Christmas songs on at least one local radio station, the same daily avalanche of direct mail catalogs and coupons from every company you’ve ever done business with in your life. And for some reason that I cannot explain, I love all of it.
Okay, that may be a bit much. I don’t love the heaps of junk mail, and the incessant retail hullabaloo can get a bit old. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved this time of year — the Christmas “season,” as it were, that seems to officially begin over the long Thanksgiving weekend and doesn’t end until you finally start winding down from your New Year’s festivities. It’s easy to get overwhelmed by the increasingly crass and commercialized way that the retail industry treats the holiday season, or any other occasion they can use as an excuse to leverage more money from us. But in the process, it’s also easy to overlook the genuine magic of the season, those almost palpable hints of cheer that creep in when you see all the Christmas lights on your neighbors’ houses, see cars drive by with fake reindeer antlers (I swear, today was the first time I ever thought of a Prius as “cute”) or hear a favorite Christmas carol while walking amongst the shops and restaurants with someone you love.
You could say that I’m being naïve; after all, there’s no real “magic” to this season other than that of the artificial variety, created by the morass of commercial enterprises that claim to govern our daily lives. And it’s hard to feel all that “magical” when you’ve got bills to pay, when you’re out of work, when you have family members fighting on the front lines in the Middle East for an increasingly dubious and unidentifiable cause, or when your own dreams just don’t seem to be coming true despite your best expenditures of money, spirit and time. You could say whatever you like — one way or another, during the month of December I can never help but become intractably giddy.
It’s largely an internal phenomenon — an escape mechanism, dare I say. While you’ll never find me using the holidays as an excuse to stand in a Black Friday sale line at 3:00 in the morning, cavort drunkenly at a local Christmas party or spend myself into a debt-fueled coma, you will find me using them as an excuse to put all the pain, suffering and workaday shit in a drawer somewhere for a month and just be happy. It doesn’t always work — not every day, for that would mean I would have to change my last name to “Stepford” — but it always propels my sense of creativity and inspiration to new heights, and puts me in the mood to go beyond the usual daily routine of work, eat, sleep.
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