Tuesday, October 04, 2005
I hope she wins
Disabled woman sues RIAA
I don't know what her being disabled has to do with the story, but it's good to see someone go on the attack.
Frankly, the recording industry is completely in the wrong. They can't sue illegal downloads out of existence. They're making lots of enemies.
I'd dance with glee if they were convicted under the organized crime laws!
Monday, October 03, 2005
Loyalty, Cronies, and Favors, or Everything I Know About Politics I Learned From The Godfather
You know the scene I'm talking about. It's at the wedding. The Godfather is accepting supplicants.
Corleone: Why did you go to the police? Why didn't you come to me first?
Bonasera: What do you want of me? Tell me anything, but do what I beg you to do.
Corleone: What is that? (Bonasera whispers his request in the Don's ear.) That I cannot do.
Bonasera: I will give you anything you ask.
Corleone: We've known each other many years, but this is the first time you ever came to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is godmother to your only child. But let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And uh, you were afraid to be in my debt.
Bonasera: I didn't want to get into trouble.
Corleone: I understand. You found paradise in America, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. And you didn't need a friend like me. But uh, now you come to me and you say - 'Don Corleone, give me justice.' But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you, uh, ask me to do murder for money.
Bonasera: I ask you for justice.
Corleone: That is not justice. Your daughter is still alive.
Bonasera: Let them suffer then, as she suffers. How much shall I pay you?
Corleone (after standing and turning his back): Bonasera, Bonasera. What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, then this scum that ruined your daughter would be suffering this very day. And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you.
Bonasera: Be my friend - - Godfather. (The Don shrugs. Bonasera bows toward the Don and kisses the Don's hand.)
Corleone: Good. (The Don puts his hand on Bonasera's shoulder.) Someday, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But uh, until that day - accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day.
Bonasera: Grazie, Godfather.
Corleone: Prego.
Go, watch the movie. That's all you need to understand the Bush administration and the president himself.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Ouch
Ouch.
I suppose I should use the correct term and say fractured a rib. But then again, this is self diagnosis. I feel fine otherwise, but I've got a dull pain in my left side, about mid way up the rib cage. Feel fine, that is, until I laugh, cough, hiccup (oh, God, that hurt), or breath deeply.
Oh, or try to lay on either side. Especially on the left.
According to the best information I can find, there's nothing to be done and without other symptoms it looks pretty clearly that yes, it is a cracked rib.
Ask the Medical Expert on Cracked Ribs
Unfortunately, I don't have a good story to go with the injury. No kick boxing, no rock climbing accident, no rough sex (although I think that's what I'm going to start telling people).
Ah, I have it. I was injured during an unfortunate bout of interpretive dance.
medical, humor
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Ray Kurzweil's Full of Shit
Ray Kurzweil deciphers a brave new world | Newsmakers | CNET News.com: "I'm quite aggressive in reprogramming my biochemistry. I take over 200 supplements a day. The thing that's unique about our program is that it's what we call aggressive supplementation. We're not programmed to stick around as long as I am. We need to reprogram our biochemistry, to reprogram our disease processes, processes that result in cancer, and various aging processes. My own personal program is detailed in the book."
And it's also clear that he doesn't get what Vernor Vinge is talking about in the Singularity. The Singularity is not "the geek rapture." It is the point where we can no longer predict that happens next. It's technology accelerating to virtually infinite power. We don't know if it mean the end of life as we know it (or just the end of life, period), or if it means cool, god-like, superhero powers for everyone. But then again, Mr. Kurzweil is interested in selling books. "My own personal program is detailed in the book."
But I'm pretty sure that taking vitamins won't help much. So keep munching your Flintstone chewables, Mr. Kurzweil. I wish you luck in your quest to live forever, I really do. But to live forever as a machine means to leave being human behind. We humans are big, messy and and unpredictable. Our thoughts and minds are made up of not just the things that happen to us, but the bio-chemical soup of our own bodies. You take my mind and record it into a machine and it's not me.
Do I want to live a long time? Hell yes. I want a very long life in a healthy body. I do not want an infinite existence as a running application staring out through digital cameras.
My own personal program is detailed in the blog.
science, kurzweil, shit
Remake, Rework, Reimagine. It's still a flop.

One of my favorite TV shows from my teenage years was "Kolchak: The Night Stalker". It was funny and scary at the same time. And Darren McGavin was perfect as Karl Kolchak.
And so, with all cherished childhood memories, someone it out to destroy them. I've seen the previews for the remake and it's so far off the mark that it has passed from bad, to funny, then on past that to just plain pathetic.
CNN.com - The new 'Night Stalker' -- and friend - Sep 29, 2005
TV
The Feel Good Movie Of The Year!
Finally, there's a trailer that doesn't give the movie away.
Thanks Metafilter!
humor
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
And this is why they don't let me fly fighter jets.
I thought everybody did this. It's really pronounced with me. When I step outside on a bright, sunny day, I sneeze, powerfully, at least twice.
But this still doesn't explain where I got X-Ray vision.
science
Those Funny Old Newsreels. Not So Funny This Time.

Today William Gibsonpointed to this short film on despotism.
When I started it up it looked like it would be another funny, dated educational film. After watching it, I'm not laughing. Watch it now. I'll wait.
From my perspective it's a clear, well thought out lecture on the dangers and possibilities of loss of democracy. I also noted that some of the comments on the Internet Archive page labeled it as Marxist propaganda. That's another sign to me that the content is accurate and all the more frightening.
As I've mentioned recently, I've been watching HBO's Rome and thinking about all things Roman. The Romans lost their republic and gained, for a while, an empire. But they paid for it in blood. They gave up their freedom for protection and entertainment. The Roman republic had their own Osama Ben Laden, too. He was called Vercongetorix. And the fight against him allowed Julius Caesar to seize power (lot of good it did him).
So, let's look at the factors. How concentrated is the media and information about the current war? How concentrated is wealth and respect? How free and open is education?
I remain hopeful for the world, for the United States, but I am also deeply concerned. Can our freedom and democracy be lost? Certainly. The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.
politics
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Beware of geeks bearing billions.

Palm CEO Ed Colligan is trying hard to smile, but it's clear he knows he just sold his soul, if not his company, to the devil. Oh, I understand why he's abandoned his own operating system and run to the open, protective arms of Microsoft. He's scared silly of RIM and that ubiquitous brick-sized device you see attached to business travelers in airports, the Blackberry.
And the funny part? Blackkberries suck. They're huge, unwieldy, very difficult to use, and, well, ugly. So Palm has responded by making the Treo, bigger, uglier, and in an effort to make it really difficult to use, adopted the PocketPC OS. Great move.
I used to be a Palm fanatic. I carried one with me everywhere for quiet some time. And I'm in the "productivity" industry, so I know lots of Palm, Blackberry, and PocketPC users (and more than a few Newton holdouts). And you know the most common trend is? Many of us have simply stopped using them.
Why? Well, there are multiple reasons. Number one is that most of us carry our contacts in our cell phones. Frankly, that's most of what we need. And many, like myself, prefer our phones to be small and easy to use. I no longer need to feel like I'm strapping a calculator to my body. And most of us now have small, light laptops that we have with us most of the time. So why do I need a PDA? If I'm at home, the office, or traveling for business I have a laptop, which is better than a PDA. All other times I have a small, easy-to-use phone with all my contacts and my schedule.
Yes, some business users are enamored with their Blackberries, but if you look at the numbers, it's actually very few people - right around a million users in the US.
And my old Palm sits in it's cradle on my desk. Every once and a while I sync it up to my computer. But I don't take it out of it's cradle. Soon, it will move to the desk drawer of abandon gadgets.
What should have Palm CEO Ed Colligan done? Innovate. Do something bold, exciting, really terrific. Break out of the pack. But that's not going to happen now that he's joined the Borg.
So long, Palm.
Computers and Internet
Monday, September 26, 2005
You Should Know Dick
Great talk. "Simple and open wins."
Well, sometimes. Sometimes evil idiots win. For example, the evil idiots really want to monitor everything I do and control my behavior. I, of course, do not want them to know anything about me.
I am not so optimistic about verified identity. I hope people like Mr. Hardt has their way. Better for everyone. Except for the evil idiots.
Which reminds me of a book I've been meaning to recommend to you, dear reader. Ain't Nobody's Business If You Do : The Absurdity of Consensual Crimes in Our Free Country. It's out of print, so get your hand on a used copy.
Computers and Internet, identity
Friday, September 23, 2005
If I'd Known It Was That Simple
Getting rid of illusion of time, reaching the state of integrated singularity type IV advanced alien civilizations travel instantaneously : "They do it by converting mass into zero point energy (ZPE), isolating illusion of time from the overlap and reaching the state of integrated singularity. The ZPE is then sent to the exact spatial in the Hyperspace or any part of the Universes. Isolating time this way allows type IV alien civilizations to travel to any part of the Universe, other Universes and the 5-D Hyperspace instantaneously."
humor, religion
Once again, the truth is scarier than myth.

The Devil's Gardens: "The Chuyachaqui is a mythical dwarf with one human foot and one hoof. He is able to transform himself to anyone's likeness. He often appears as a friend or family member to lone travelers in the jungle and leads them around in circles until they are lost.
'The devil's gardens are considered his home, and people avoid devil's gardens in fear of him, or at least traverse devil's gardens very cautiously,' Frederickson said."
But what really makes these gardens? Acid Spitting Ants. Ye gods!
You see, kiddies, this is why science is important. Yes, the stories we make up and tell each other about the way things are are fun. Just so stories are ever so entertaining. But really understanding how things works is pretty damn interesting too. And better yet, once we really understand how something works, it places another piece in the puzzle of how everything works.
And don't you think it might be useful to know how these gardens are formed and maintained? Might make a difference in your yard or garden some day. And much more effective than trying to hire an evil dwarf. They've got a pretty tough union and their hourly wage is staggering.
science
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Forbidden Science
Cultural Survival: "The risks, on the other hand, are many, Harry said. Project findings may contradict indigenous oral traditions about their origins. In addition to psychological damage, this may cause political harm. 'How can they control that these findings will not be used against indigenous peoples?' Harry asked."
So, what exactly is Debra Harry (apparently not Blondie) saying? Is she saying, "we don't want to look too closely at our selves?" And what about the bit about "Project findings may contradict indigenous oral traditions about their origins." Is that a bad thing?
I am fully aware of the fate of many indigenous people around the world. And I am a great lover of myth and origin stories. But I completely reject the approach that I must treat them as the truth. Origin stories and myth tell us a great deal about the human experience, but they do not provide a map of the real. Culture is important, but not at the expense of truth and knowledge. Would Ms. Harry have us set up informational reservations for the preservation of indigenous cultures?
It is not only helpful, but it's vital that we understand the true origins of humanity. We are, after all, one big happy species.
And yes, I'm the same guy that says, "let people believe any damn stupid thing they want and long as they don't force it on me." But that doesn't mean that I have to protect and isolate anyone from knowledge because it might offend their belief system.
religion, science
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
The Tech Commandments

You will note, and in proper geek style, the commandments are displayed on 2 Newtons.
More of the same at Geek Culture.
These guys are more miss than hit, but every once and awhile they get a good one. Too bad no one there actually knows how to draw.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Yes, but what the hell is CRBA?
CRBA=Captain Randy Blogs Again. Trips right off the tongue, don't it?
I Want My W TV.
So nice, and some of the best quality live web cam work I've seen. How nice it is to have a window to open on my screen and see a pond in Botswana, all live. Music TV? Who needs that? I want my Window to the World.
Of course, it brings to mind what I really want. I want a menu cameras and destinations just like this one all over the world, all with true high definition, real time feeds. I want the same thing from satellites, viewing the Earth from near and far. I want a live feed from our little robots on Mars.
I want it all. And most of all, I want at least one little camera set at the Cafe Du Monde so I can have breakfast there every day.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Notes on Productivity: How To Get More Things Done - Do Fewer Things
Over they years I've used many tools including Franklin Planners (before the Covey years and I still have the beautiful and extremely large black leather zippered binder that held many years of schedules, to-do lists, and address books). I've been using software calendars for almost as long, including Meeting Maker, Lotus Notes, and of course, Now Up-to-Date & Contact. I was an early adopter of the Palm (yes, an actual U.S. Robotics Palm Pilot, thank you) and stay on the technical edge of computer/web/portable device calendaring. And with all of the high tech, I still fall back on 3x5 note cards, which I keep in a Pocket Briefcase from Levenger.
So, what have I learned?
Just this, really. Multi-tasking is a crock.
If I want to get something big done, I have to clear the decks and do just that thing. For example, if I need to write up a new marketing plan, I need to carve out big blocks of time to do the research, the thinking, the writing and re-writing. I can't get it done if I'm trying to do it in-between phone calls, meetings, and emails. And I certainly won't do a good and thorough job if forced to crank it out while dealing with many other distractions.
The same goes for my personal interests and hobbies. Sure, I'm interested in an amazing number of things. But to do anything well or to enjoy something properly, I can't do them all at once. I'm a compulsive, obsessive, completely gluttonous reader. But I also love movies - so much so that I spent a year building a movie theater in my home. And I love to cook.
But I am also a writer. I can't read everything I want, watch all of the movies and TV that I want, and research and cook and have any time to spend time with my family or make it into work. So I have to make choices. Family comes first. And we've got to eat, so I make plans for cooking that are less time consuming, but fun. And to get my writing done, even posts like this one, I have to focus my desires for entertainment and education into paths that will be useful. I have to cut down on my omnivorous reading and read what I need for my current project. For the past several months, with only a few deviations, I've been reading everything I can find on James Thurber, John McNulty, and the early part of the 20th century that may have touched on these two men. Now that I'm starting the writing (stage play and screen play), I'm tempering it with a bit of Mark Twain to I don't become lost in the powerful language and rhythms of Thurber and McNulty.
And I save the movies and TV for when I'm too exhausted to work any more. Probably around an hour or so at the end of the day.
Here are a few productivity tips from Captain Randy:
- First thing, every day, before you check your email or look for phone messages, review what stands before you, what you really want to get done.
- Next, review your email and respond to what you can quickly and efficiently. For things that require thought or other work, schedule time for them on your calendar and respond to the email indicating that you received the message and when you plan to have a response.
- Do the same with your voice mail.
- Now, if you can, quit from your mail, put your phone on Do Not Disturb, and do your work.
If you can actually follow these instruction, you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din.
Most days I get started this way, but before long the sirens are wailing and I step into my boots and put on my helmet and grab my trusty axe. I've come to accept that I won't get nearly as much as I wanted or needed to do on any particular. But as each fire is dealt with, I can repeat my little mantra, "review the email, check the phones, back to work".
And I'll be damned if things don't get done.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Bush: 'I fake responsibility'
CNN.com - Bush: 'I take responsibility' for U.S. failures - Sep 13, 2005
So what, exactly, does taking responsibility mean? So, "Katrina exposed serious problems in our response capability at all levels of government . . ." And why was that, exactly? I'm betting we won't see him tell us, "You see, I put a political supporter and crony in charge of FEMA because I thought it didn't matter. From now on, FEMA will only be staffed by emergency disaster professionals and we'll put it back to the cabinet level."
"Oh, and this whole 'homeland security' thing. That ain't work'n out neither. Sorry about that, too."
Monday, September 12, 2005
Someone is having too much fun as a writer
TIME.com: Stevie's Little Wonder -- Sep. 19, 2005 -- Page 2: "For a device ostensibly created to be listened to, it is suspiciously good-looking. It's so teensy and glossy and perfect, you want to put it in your mouth like a hard candy. For that, blame Jonathan Ive, 38, the affable Brit who heads Apple's industrial-design department. Ive is about as obsessive-compulsive as you can be without being hospitalized, and his wild enthusiasm for detail is what gives iPods the aura of sleek, otherworldly perfection that has helped make them the quintessential 21st century accessory."
Friday, September 09, 2005
All Thoughts Lead to Rome
So naturally, I've been obsessed with all things Roman.
There are many unpleasant and downright nasty things about these people, but there are also more than a little that I stand in amazement at. And through it all, I can't help thinking exactly how far civilization collapsed, right along with them.
I refuse to call the period after their collapse the "Middle Ages". It wasn't the middle of anything. It was a dark, dark time. Back to living in mud huts and digging in the ground with sticks. And it gives me a little twinge when I hear the current Pope wishing for a time where "the Church" had a more prominent roll in Europe's daily life. Yes, things were much better when the Catholics were in control of most everything (OK, most of what we refer to as "the West").
I've always been a fan of ancient Greece - probably my theater training, but wow, those Romans could build!
And yes, it's painful to think on how they lost their republic. It makes one think that such things are possible still today. Look how quickly it happened to them. Look how quickly it happened to the French with Napoleon. The Germans certainly tossed of their republic quickly and efficiently (It's a joke, son).
Ah, but that could never happen in the good ol' U. S. of A. Could it?
In case you miss my point, take a look at the Insurrection Act
Thursday, September 08, 2005
I'm afraid you underestimate the American public
Come on, Mr. Woolf. Do you think a little heat is gonna keep people (like Rush Limbaugh, for instance) from getting high?
In fact, I could see it as a new macho cred. You have to suffer before you get the benefit. Snorting OxyContin could become a virtuous act.
On a serious note, I am very concerned and personally committed to making sure that pain management and control is available to all that need it. Doctors in this country largely under treat pain. It's not good to suffer. And many with chronic pain have very few options. I get very worried when the government tries to control access to useful medications for fear that someone, somewhere, will abuse it.
Pharaoh! Let my people grow up!
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Nano Nano

So, Apple taunts Sony and the other nameless MP3 player manufacturers by introducing the iPod Nano. Ah, but it's small!
I myself prefer the iPod Glactica - my 60 gig iPod photo. Yes, I wish it were smaller, but I use it to carry ALL OF MY MUSIC (over 40 gigabytes) and ALL OF MY DIGITAL PHOTOS (nearly 7,000) and all of my documents. And I still have 5 gig of space left.
When you can do all that and store it in my watch, along with my phone, call me. On my watch/iPod/computer watch. I'll be watching on my Virtual Light sunglasses.
Finally: The Press Grows A Backbone
Boing Boing: Oh, Keith Olbermann, how I love thee.
Here's the transcript: Bloggermann by Keith Olbermann
Enough Blame to Go Around
From Karl Rove's play book: Keep everyone on message. Talk about everything we've done right. Admit no fault. And blame the locals - it's all their fault. And try out these themes: "No one knew this would happen." "No one knew it would be this bad." "It was a slowly unfolding disaster. We applied the right resources as we learned at each stage." "All these people will be able to make a fresh start - they'll be better off." "All of these people should have left anyway." And don't forget, "We're enforcing law and order out of chaos." That plays big in the sticks.
But everyone in the world with access to a TV knew last Tuesday morning that New Orleans was in serious danger. I new it by 7 A.M. and I'm no disaster planner. Everyone else in the world knew it too.
And now we're humiliated in the face of the world. We can't take care of our own people, can't deal with this level of disaster. Not quite the super power we made ourselves out to be, are we?
Friday, September 02, 2005
george bush hates black people
At the mid point, Mike Meyers and a rapper I never heard of took the stage. It was obvious that the rapper was nervous and not following the cue cards. Meyers looked nervous.
Before he could be cut off, the rapper proclaimed, with a straight face, "George Bush doesn't care for black people."
They quickly cut away, but we didn't hear a word Chris Tucker said. We were laughing too hard. There hasn't been a funnier moment on Saturday Night Live in 20 years.
Ah, live television.
george bush hates black people - Google Search
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Continuing to Underestimate The Problem
CNN.com - Stranded Spain MP describes Katrina chaos - Sep 1, 2005: "The journalist, Montserrat Boix of Spain's state television TVE, said Muoz told her the situation at the center was steadily deteriorating and that authorities were unaware of the magnitude of the problem."
I am not criticizing the selfless people that are trying to help. I'm only pointing out that our civil authorities need to respond with thousands more troops and prepare for a refuge problem of nearly a million people that may be out of their homes for over a year. To wait will mean much more death and suffering.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Wooosh!
MESSENGER Earth Flyby
MESSENGER Earth Flyby movie
The stars are our birthright. It's sad and more than a bit depressing that we've wasted 30 years, turned our back after our first brief steps outward.
Ah, but home is so beautiful, alone there in the dark.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Roll Call!
For example, a quick peak tells me I've got readers in
- Sacramento, California
- Redmond, Washington
- Lisbon, Lisboa
- Columbus, Ohio
- Houston, Texas
- Jupiter, Florida
- Los Angeles, California
- Portland, Oregon
- Reynoldsburg, Ohio
- Mountain Home, Arkansas
- Seattle, Washington
- Florissant, Missouri
- San Francisco, California
To mention a few.
So, if you've got a minute, click the little comment down here and say hi!
Show Your Faith!

Flying Spaghetti Monster Emblem for your car!
And here's my argument today against intelligent design: if we were created by a superior alien intellect, why does my back hurt? Pretty piss poor design, if you ask me.
And how do I go about getting an extended warrantee?
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Another One For The Legions
Man, 19, accused of desecrating Civil War corpse - The Boston Globe: "NEWBURYPORT -- A 19-year-old man from Salisbury was supposed to be cleaning up a cemetery last week as part of court-ordered community work after he broke into an apartment building last fall.
Instead, officials said, Neil J. Goodwin Jr. invaded the tomb of a Civil War veteran, pulled apart the 142-year-old skeleton, and then played with the bones, balancing the skull on his shoulder and posing for pictures"
Well, here's a thought. If the good old US of A is going to be the new Roman Empire, perhaps instead of an army we should set up our own Legions. We could empty out the prisons, ship them over to one of our "client" states (or "fledgling democracies" as they like to call them) and whip them into the fiercest fighting force on the planet.
Just don't let them back on US soil.
So, where exactly is our Rubicon?
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Missing the Point on Home Theater
I'll admit it. I'm a complete home theater bigot. Yes, I can see that Ethan Allen is jumping on the bandwagon for flat screen TV storage, but hey, if you're watching a TV, you're not doing home theater.
We in the hobby have long, often heated debates over exactly what home theater is. The term is in danger of becoming useless.
So, here's my definition: a home theater is a dedicated space specifically designed for watching movies and high-definition television broadcast. The minimum requirements include surround sound (5.1 at a minimum), acoustic treatment, light control, and (here's the critical part) a very large PROJECTED image.
So, if you're watching a TV, even a big TV in a living room, it ain't a home theater. If you bought everything you need at Walmart in a box, it ain't a home theater. I'm not saying it's bad or you shouldn't do it, just that it isn't a home theater. And even with my definition there are a very wide range of theaters possible. I've seen them in garages, in attics, even in mobile homes. There's literally no limit on how much or little you spend as long as it's a room dedicated to the purpose, with a projected image and surround sound.
Many of us in the hobby call ours "screening rooms". I typically say, "I have a movie theater in my home."
I Was Touched By His Noodly Appendage

Now they've decided that a bit of clever misdirection could work. "We're not saying it was God. Maybe it was some powerful Alien force. Who knows? We're just saying somebody designed it."
That's why I, along with thousands of other enlightened people, have taken to the belief that if all life on Earth was created, it must have been from the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
Let me be completely straight and honest: all you creationist/intelligent design folks - yes, we're making fun of you.
Coming Soon To A Theater Near You!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
When There's No Good News
Today at lunch, for example, I pulled out a delightful little volume published by Konemann, Mark Twain's "A Tramp Abroad".
The other diners looked up from their burgers and fries as I laughed out loud. I simply couldn't help myself.
Here, see for yourself: A Tramp Abroad - Chapter VIII by Mark Twain
It's striking for me to note this: after reading much Thurber over the past few months Twain is still the undisputed master of American humor and keen observation.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
So, where you from?
Local, ain't we? Don't worry, although we know where you live, we have no idea who the hell you are.
Friday, August 12, 2005
Evil Idiots of the Month for August: Mark Helprin & Tim Goeglein
I've resisted the claims of cultural warfare, but if this is the dividing line, so be it.
"Goeglein recalled a dinner party that he and his wife recently attended in Northwest. Out of the six couples around the table, Goeglein and his wife were the only Republicans.As is inevitably the case, he said, the conversation soon turned to the couples' children -- most 5 or 6 years old -- and aspirations for their future occupations. One parent said editor; another, publisher; a third wanted the child to go into education.'I was intrigued by the question, and the answers of every one of our Democratic friends,' Goeglein said. Not one parent, he said, gave an answer that would be more typical of Republicans. 'Our party, in the way it is constituted, we think of medicine, we think of law, we think of business. We don't think, gee, I hope my son grows up to be a great playwright or painter or poet,' he explained."
That made me upset, but this makes me mad:
"But for Helprin, the divide remains. "The arts community is generally dominated by liberals because if you are concerned mainly with painting or sculpture, you don't have time to study how the world works. And if you have no understanding of economics, strategy, history and politics, then naturally you would be a liberal.""
Excuse me, but I'm going to use some strong language now. Thank god I've been watching "Deadwood."
Helprin, you cocksucker. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. You goddamn, fucking, moron. Christ almighty what harm you do!
OK, feeling a little better now.
Helprin calls himself a writer and doesn't think liberals understand the way the world works? Who better understands the world, who studies, reads, and more importantly, gets out in the world to see what's really happening than those that study the liberal arts.
And as a parent, what do I want for my children? I want them to be safe, happy, and fulfilled. I do not want to perscribe a particular profession just because I think they will make lots of money. My eldest daughter is planning on studying music, the jazz string bass, and I fully encourage her to follow it as far as it leads her. My youngest daughter, too young to really know what she'll want to do later in life, is already a skilled and award winning artist.
As far as I can tell, they both will have more profitable and longer careers as artists than they might as computer programmers, for example. And they can use their old man as a roll model in this. I'm trained as a playwright and writer and have an advanced degree in theater. When people ask me what I am I tell them "a writer." And I've made a very good living in business, all based on my writing and theatrical skills. And now, in my forties, having some experience in the world, I'm ready to put those skills back where they belong: writing plays. How dare they declare that this is not a worthwhile occupation. How dare they saddle every activity with the necessity of economic benefit.
I'm sick and tired of the current administration treating the American public as if we just don't understand. Bush, with his smirking, talk down to me attitude, drives me insane, more than his policies. "If you only understood the world like we do. Let me explain it to you in simple language." God, how it infuriates me. We, the American people, do understand. Don't you dare talk down to us.
Well let me tell you, all of you right wing, low wage wanting, republican elitists, we artists and liberals understand the world more fully and accurately than you could ever hope to. Not only do you NOT understand the world, but you've gotten everything (actually, it's staggering how much) so completely wrong that we'll be decades in cleaning up the mess you've made.
What joyless, dry lives you must lead. What frustrated, troubled children you must raise. But don't worry. We artists will always be here. And we'll be remembered. What survives a great civilization, long lost? Its art.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
This Nearly Wired World
I just got off the phone with my nearly 17 year old daughter who is traveling in Italy. She's there with the Columbus Youth Jazz Orchestra (and they sound nothing like my high school jazz band). She's been there for 2 weeks now and that was the first we had heard from her. It was a pleasure and a relief.
We weren't worried, but we get so used to being able to contact anyone, virtually any time. I live on the net and receive and answer email all day long. I've carried a cell phone now for over 11 years.
But just how unwired we are has been made clear. In addition to 2 weeks in Italy, Kathleen also spent 2 weeks in China. In both places she didn't have easy access to computers to send email (although she did manage 2 email messages from China). And this brief phone call was at a pay phone.
It's sad to point out that Europe and Asia have far superior wireless phones than we do in the US. I am completely disgusted that the artificial barrier of "country" means that I'm separated from friends and family when they travel (or I do). I want my cell phone to be able to call anyone on the planet without distinguishing between where they might be. And I don't want any added charges. Minutes is minutes.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Redefining Christianity Is The Devil's Work
Who Loves Creepy Megachurches? / Stadium crowds, thousands of rabid devotees, all chugging Jesus like Kool-Aid. Should you be afraid?
And it's exactly this type of thing that helped open my eyes, start me thinking, and to become an ex-Christian.
One of my earliest cogent thoughts as a child happened while sitting through another seemingly (and almost actually) endless sermon about "building the Kingdom of God." As a child, probably less than seven, I couldn't figure out why they hadn't done it yet. And why exactly did no one that I knew live anything remotely like the stuff that was continually taught?
It's clear to me now that these mega-churches have figured that out as well and have changed the message. God wants you to rich, fat, and lazy.
I am no longer a believer, but I'd have a hell of a lot more respect for those that did if someone finally stood up and said, "hey, none of this stuff is remotely like what Jesus taught or reportedly did. Let's leave all of our stuff behind and go off and help the poor and sick."
It's the leaving all the worldly goods behind that makes most Christians pause and say, "but God doesn't want me to disrupt my life. He want's me to have good things." Run that little thought experiment again, partner. Let's accept for a minute that the gospel story of Jesus is somewhat accurate. Who exactly was Jesus hanging out with and helping/healing? Why exactly did he piss off the authorities? Oh, and back off on the preaching and conversion stuff. Let your actions speak for you.
People that actually do this kind of thing are regarded as somewhat crazy and looked at with some concern by "mainstream" Christians.
Eh, you're all nuts as far as I'm concerned.
Friday, July 29, 2005
One's History As Told By One's Vehicles
The Doc Searls Weblog : Friday, July 29, 2005
So, not my birthday, but here's my list, as complete as I can make it. This included not only automobiles that I have owned, but ones that were designated my vehicle.
My grandfather's, then my father's, dark olive green 1964 Ford pickup. This vehicle, which I drove for many years on and around the farm and even after I got my license at 16, is part of one of my earliest memories. I clearly remember my grandfather placing me behind the wheel, putting it in first gear, and letting me drive it around the pasture while he pitched hay out of the back for the cows. The truck was new and I was 4. My father traded that truck for a late model 70's Ford pickup, which he had painted powder blue. I drove it, too, while still in high school.
A 1974 Chevy Impala (pretty sure that was the year). This was one of the cars my father had and it was the car I drove most often, when I wasn't driving the truck. It was lime green and 4 doors and I drove it like it was a sports car, at one point loosing 2 hubcaps taking a corner way too fast.
1972 Karman Ghia Convertable. Canary yellow with black top. My dad picked this one up in late summer 1980 and I drove it back to Iowa for my senior year at college. I was 20 years old, had just spent my second summer working for the construction crew and as I drove it back to school I felt strong and confident - fully a man. I also found I had lost my fear of talking (and asking out!) girls and by October had met and started dating Diane. I drove the car home for Thanksgiving break, just ahead of a huge snow storm and the day after Thanksgiving the car threw a rod. The car was repaired and I bought it from my divorcing parents years later for what he had paid for it: $2,000. I drove it off and on for years, but it was unreliable and I didn't have time to fool with it. I sold it just a couple of years ago when i was starting my home theater project. I got $2,000 for it.
The "OWL". This was a bright orange VW "square back" my father also had. Its liscense plates had "OWL" on it. It was an ugly, uncomfortable car, but the back row seats folded down and there was a lot of room back there. Enough to stretch out in sleeping bags. Nothing more needs to be said about that.
The next summer, before Diane and I were married in August of 1981, my parents asked me to come back and work on the farm. I agreed, but shouldn't have. Children should never go home. As farm work always has been, it was hot, endless labor. My independence was a struggle for them, too. At the end of the summer and as part of our agreed compensation, my father bought a used late 70's Chevy Caprice Classic. 4-door and ugly as sin. Diane and I drove that through our first year of marriage and an icy Iowa winter.
When I went to grad school in Southern Illinois, I traded the Caprice for a Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme with a diesel engine. It was probably a 80 or 81 model. The car looked good - two door, red with a white top, but wasn't terribly reliable. This is also the car I got t-boned in and learned my lesson about always ALWAYS wearing my seatbelt. I got off with only a bump on the head and the car was repaired. At this time Diane drove a bright orange VW Rabbit diesel that her parents had given her. She put 10 years and many miles on the vehicle before we took it on its last legs to trade it for a Ford Escort. She also drove that vehicle for 10 years.
Next was my first new car and the biggest lemon I've ever owned. It was an Isuzu Trooper. I think it was a 1986 or 1987 model. Also diesel. It was underpowered and spent over 3 weeks in the repair shop in the first year. At that point I asked the dealer to make me an offer to trade for another vehicle because I'd lost confidence in that one. They passed and treated me like an idiot for having bought that particular model. I'm telling you, like I tell everyone: Never buy anything from Isuzu. The trooper eventually blew out its engine on east bound 270 and left a foot-wide oil stain on the road for a half mile as I coasted to the shoulder. The stain was still visible for months afterwards.
I had the trooper towed to the local mega-dealer who sold both Isuzu and Fords. I said they could repair it or sell me a new, non-Isuzu vehicle. This dealer was smarter and I bought a new 1989 Ford Areostar minivan. This was a reliable and flexible vehicle.
I'd had such good luck on the Areostar that when it was time to trade I bought a 1998 Ford Winstar minivan. Both vans were great for us and 2 small kids. They were perfect for long road trips and when necessary, we could take out all of the back seats and have a literal cavern of storage space. Kathleen is still driving the Winstar - it's perfect for hauling around her string bass.
Shortly after buying the Areostar, we retired Diane's Escort and bought her a 1999 Ford Taurus. She drives it still and it's reliable and comfortable. She can keep vehicles longer since she only drives the for work and puts few miles on them. She also doesn't want "too nice a car" to drive in downtown Columbus and parked in city lots and garages.
I'm now driving a totally wonderful 2004 Lexus RX 330. It's comfortable, flexible, and the service that comes with it is outstanding. It's a reward to myself for years of driving minivans, well earned, I think.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
And This Is Why I Don't Shop At Wal-Mart
Here's why you can't buy the News Journal at Wal-Mart
Frankly I've never liked Wal-Mart, even without their heavy handed politics. I find their stores to be dirty, chaotic, poorly organized, and filled with sub-standard goods. For years I've had first hand evidence that they are completely draconian in their business dealings. They make completely unreasonable demands of their vendors, and when they don't get their way, they pull all their business. I lump them together with the fine folks that ran Enron.
I do shop at Sam's Club. I'd rather shop at Costco, but don't have one closer than 2 hours away. At least Sam's Club is clean, well lit, has well organized shelves and wide isles.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Farewell, Scotty
As an unabashed Trekkie I bid a fond goodbye to this reliable character actor. How few people have created characters that live on beyond them and are known around the world?
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I Spy With My Little Cell Phone
Amabuddy - Comparison shopping by mobile phone (888) 937 4462
The idea is this: you're out shopping in the real world. You see a book or CD you're interested in. Should you buy it where you're currently touching it? Call Amabuddy and punch in the ISBN or UPC code and it will read you back the Amazon.com price and used prices for it!
What would make it even better (and give me a reason to finally get a camera phone) would be to enable camera phone bar code reading. Imagine being able to simply point your camera phone at something, then check your screen to see if it's a fair price. Coolness.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Thurber On The Brain
I must admit, I've been reading and thinking about James Thurber a lot lately, but you've got to admit, this has got to be a Thurber dog.
If it's not Photoshop'd, it's an amazing captured moment.
You do see it, don't you?
For your convenience, here's what I'm talking about:
Friday, June 24, 2005
Too Many Notes
It's good to see that royalty stays true to form.
Sony products are too much trouble - The Queen
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
A Skeptic Is A Man You Can Trust
I love James Randi. And I'm glad for the change in strategy of CSICOP. Geller and his ilk are small fry compared to the really dangerous sort we're faced with today.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Wealth Management Company = Strip Club?
Designer dresses vs. retailored breasts "'I like well-fitted clothing with straight lines, a real classic look,' says Pollert, who works for a wealth management company and tends to dress more conservatively than one might expect of a woman who has had breast implants that increased her cup size to 34F. 'I'm bigger around the top, but I'm small everywhere else,' she says. 'So I have to have everything tailored, especially jackets.'"
34F.
F?
Wow.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Ten Years In a Quandary
or
”. . . plagued with the suspicion that a piece he has been working on for two days was done much better and probably more quickly by Robert Benchley in 1924.”
So, I thought I should look into Benchley. He falls into that rather large group of writers I’ve always heard about, but read very little of. So, I picked up his book My Ten Years In A Quandary and How They Grew. I can see exactly what Thurber was getting at.
In particular, find a small piece called “Spy Scare.” To me a moment to realize that he was writing about the US just after World War I, not today.
I seem to have known, but forgotten that Peter “Jaws” Benchley is his grandson.
Monday, June 13, 2005
That natural cosmetically enhanced look you've always wanted.
"Built-in sculpted graduated cups are designed to create a natural cosmetically enhanced look. Provides lift and slight separation to offer a fuller and firmer appearance both in and out of clothing."
OK, how exactly does this bra help you "out of clothing"? And why exactly would a woman want to conspicuously appear as if she'd had bad cosmetic surgery? (By definition, if you can tell, it's bad, right?)
Friday, June 10, 2005
If you're gonna speculate, dream big
PBS | I, Cringely . June 9, 2005 - Going for Broke
I wish it were true. Quick, buy more Apple stock!
Eh? Never mind. It's more fun to speculate about season 2 of Lost.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Not A General Diagnosis . . . oh look - shiny!
ADD, ADHD, Asperger Syndrome are all new excuses and labels, but for very few they're accurate diagnosis. Yes, I know a lot of programmers with poor social skills, but very few I'd suspect of a specific disorder. It is easy to say, "hey, I have trouble concentrating and I never get anything done, I mush have ADD!" If you think that, go get a diagnosis from a professional.
On the other hand, I do know a few that may have bovine spongiform encephalopathy (go ahead, try it, it's fun to say!).
OK, people don't get BSE. They get Creutzfeldt-Jacob Disease - not as fun to say.
Reading: One of the great joys of life
Lots of people had advice on how to skim and quickly polish off books, but I was dissatisfied with their responses. Here's mine:
First: ignore all the advice on speed reading. If you are reading for enjoyment and retention, it's useless. Go to the Cliff notes for the "gist" of the book.
Here's some tips that I think will help:
1. Remove distractions: don't try to read with the TV on, where there's lots of other people interrupting you, or even listening to vocal music. Do consider reading somewhere private and listen to instrumental music.
2. Let the writer tell you the story. Too many wrestle with trying to figure out what's going on from the very start, then fight with their misconceptions the rest of the way through. Let the story unfold before you.
3. Slow down! You're doing this for pleasure, remember? So, what's the rush? Enjoy what you're reading, savour it. No one has a timer on you. Yes, there are things we need to plow through, but when you read for pleasure, don't feel compelled to gobble it up.
4. Reread a favorite. You'll find that your comprehension a and perhaps your enjoyment will increase with a second or third reading. But don't overdo it. Don't become a freak that reads nothing but "The Lord of the Rings" or "The DaVinci Code" over and over again.
5. Read some plays. Get some scripts of modern plays (not Shakespeare to start with) and read them, but let them be staged in your mind, just as if you were sitting in the audience. This is great practice to transfer to novels.
6. Most important rule: always carry something with you to read. You'll find that if you never leave the house without a book you'll find many times during the day - lunch, long waits, breaks, that you can fill by reading for a bit. You'll be surprised at how quickly you can polish off a novel this way.
7. Become a voracious reader. Don't limit yourself to one type of books. Although you may love mysteries, you might find gold in historical novels, comic books, biographies, popular science, and science fiction. Read widely and deeply. You'll find that more experience with more types of books will increase your vocabulary and your understanding of writing and literature. That will also increase your reading speed.
8. Read aloud for someone. Reading to someone, a child, a significant other, is a surprisingly intimate experience. Yes, it will force you to slow down, but you'll find that it will dramatically and astonishingly increase your comprehension and enjoyment. And yes, it may also help increase your personal reading speed as well.
Reading is one of my great joys and pleasures in life. To read widely is a subversive act. Read everything and you can't help but to grow and change how you look at the world.
And here's another tip: writing is fun, too. Keep a journal, make your own blog. Readers who write have an opportunity to think more about the things they've read, which is also enjoyable.
What am I currently reading? Everything I can get my hands on by or about James Thurber and John McNulty. Do yourself a favor and look up these guys.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
And there could be another reason . . .
I suspect he's right in fearing a backlash, but there is a fundamental reason GM and Ford are having trouble competing with Toyota. Toyota builds significantly better vehicles. Not just a little, A LOT better.
Last year I began shopping for a new vehicle for myself. The last four vehicles had been Fords and had been "good enough". But this time good enough wasn't good enough. I wanted something really comfortable and really reliable. I did my homework, talked to friends, and started test driving. There were no US manufacturers on my test drive list.
When I finally test drove the Lexus RX 330 I was done. It is incredibly well put together and a pleasure to drive. Then I started looking further and discovered how amazingly well they hold their value. Spend a few minutes looking online for one a couple of years old and you'll see what I mean.
GM is just too big. It makes cars we don't really want. It is not innovative. And yes, it has a big problem with it's workforce, which means we the taxpayers will end up taking over it's pension commitments. It's time for GM to get small, get competitive, and start producing vehicles that we the public want.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Downloading Beethoven
BBC - Radio 3 - Beethoven Experience - downloads
I highly recommend them. Even if you're not a fan of classical music, these are excellent recordings and offer a terrific introduction to some incredibly interesting music. And this is your chance to download and keep them for free!
"She wasn’t really a blond."
On Western Airlines Flight 322, yesterday, a shapely blonde in 2nd class section suddenly stripped nude and paraded down the aisle. When she got to the 1st class section she grabbed several courtesy bottles of Scotch and then sat in row 10, singing and laughing.
She told the crowd of enthusiastically clapping passengers that she had just heard on the radio that she had won a million dollars in the state lottery. A stewardess tried to cover her, but the woman evaded her and raced up and down the aisles for 10 minutes with passengers cheering. Said the stewardess: 'She wasn't really a blond.'"
Of course, if this had happened on a US domestic carrier, the passengers would have quickly subdued and beaten the women to death.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Less Frequent Posting - Still Tastes Great!
I'm using what little mental energy I have to research this play I'm writing. It's coming along very well, thank you.
At least the research is. Today I spent a considerable amount of time trying to find the lyrics to "Bye Bye Blackbird". The full lyrics, not just the chorus that virtually everyone knows. And listening to many different versions.
Why? Layers, man, layers. I'm looking for depth and dimensions to these men I'm writing about and the clues are fascinating. Once again, thank god I'm not writing a scholarly work, but I think I'm getting at something that the biographers and historians, and most especially the literary critics have completely missed. We'll see.
Pack up all my cares and woe . . .
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Give in to distraction
But soon they announced they'd be playing the 'New World' Symphony by Dvorak. It is a piece of such beauty and wonder that I knew it would prove more distracting than the noise from outside my door. As the largo began, I found I could do nothing but close my eyes and feel the deep, heartbreaking music wash over me. Ah! Ah!
From outward appearances I'm a cool and unemotional fellow, but that's only the facade. Oh my, the sweet pain of this new world. What loss, what unimaginable loss?
This music isn't a distraction - it calls me to complete focus, complete attention.
The Hitchhicker's Guide Is Not A PDA
Macinstuff: A Week With My iPod As PDA (Part 1)
I've already done it - it didn't happen on purpose. I just don't use the thing anymore. I was a very early adopter and used my original Palm Pilot for everything. But now, not so much.
I've discovered that I no longer use my trusty (not rusty) old Palm IIIc. It sits on my desk, in its cradle and I sync it But I don't carry it any more.
Of course, I must quote Douglas Adams: "Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small, unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea."
I don't use my iPod as a PDA either. Frankly, I don't use anything to carry around my calendar. But I do have most of my contacts on my phone. I do use a Moleskine notebook, but not for the mundane - that's where all of my research for my current play project is.
You know why I think I don't use my Palm much anymore? I don't want too be that organized. I can see my schedule on my computer screen - that's enough. I don't really get out of the office much, so if you want to meet with me, call me at the office and I'll set up a meeting. Other times, eh.
As to digital watches, another "eh". I'm thinking about getting a pocket watch and start wearing vests.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Evil Idiot of the Month for May: Pat Buchanan
WorldNetDaily: Was World War II worth it?
Buchanan is a knowing throwback to a part of US history that is largely forgotten. Not many know or recognize how vehemently isolationist this country was. Few want to face exactly how racist and anti-Semitic we were as well. And here we have one of the very few clear cut cases of human evil - Nazism - a victory that should live in pride for all Americans - and Mr. Buchanan claims "it wasn't worth it."
How dare he downplay the evil Germany perpetrated on the world. Does he really think Hitler could have been appeased with just Poland? Does he really think that if Britain had stayed out of the war that Hitler would have contented himself with just invading Russia? [He still wouldn't have beaten Russia. If you think he could have, you haven't read enough history - see what happened to Napoleon.]
We know what would have happened. Given time, all of the Jews and other "undesirables" of Europe would have been quietly eliminated. And you, Mr. Buchanan, would have been OK with that, wouldn't you? Contain Nazi Germany? Are you insane?
It's also too easy to forget just how much the Republicans hate FDR. Bush is now trying to lump him together with Stalin. So you, Mr. Buchanan, think that FDR and Churchill were worse than Hitler? Shame on you.
And for you, dear readers, don't be blinded by this insanity. Read history widely. If you have not read your Barbara Tuchman, do so immediately. The March of Folly* is again upon us.
*Could we please get someone to read this to the current President?
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Signs We Wish We'd See
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Strange Nostalgia
But now the owner of the building has sold it to an engineering firm and the dentist office has to go. By some trick of fate, Kathleen and I were their last patients before they pack up and move. They'll first go to temporary lodgings before moving into a new space, not yet built. Everyone, including the dental hygienist to the receptionist to Dr. Fulton, seemed in no hurry to complete our cleaning and checkup. Each pointed out that I was their last patient. As I shook Dr. Fulton's hand some of their reluctance and sadness rubbed off on me. I've been visiting that interesting and convenient office for 20 years. Not only will it be a new office location, but Kathleen will take separate appointments and before long, be gone herself. Strange how these ordinary events shape and color our lives.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Blogging from the Dashboard
Further reports pending.
Taken to Task
These ARE the Good Older Days
Quite right. What I should have said was "Many that have lived into their 80s and 90s, when asked, report that their favorite time of life was from 50 to 70."
Thursday, April 28, 2005
45
I've been reading a lot lately about a group of men in the first half of the last century. Virtually all of them died in their 50's and 60's. Sobering. Of course, these men worked obsessively hard, smoked continuously, drank like fish, and were without the benefit of modern medicine. Here, on my 45th birthday it gives me pause.
But it's a promising time. I see myself now entering a third stage of life. Childhood is long left behind (but not all childish ways). My years as a custodial parent are about over. And now it's time for what I hope is a long productive and enjoyable portion of life. Many elderly, when asked, report that their favorite time of life was from 50 to 70.
I have great hopes on a long life, longer than the threescore and ten if possible. I want to fill those years with getting to know my children as adults and being an active part of my grandchildren's lives. I want to spend as much time with my wife, traveling and finding new interests together. And I want to purse my personal interests as a writer and playwright.
Should that all be subject to change I have no regrets.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Wrestling with the Mundane
Really, really expensive.
But it must be done. So, I’m doing due diligence. I having at least four local contractors give me bids before I select one and open a vein for them.
And of course, I also need a new dishwasher, just replaced a garbage disposal, and I suspect that the gutters need work.
Ain’t owning a home fun?
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Wrighting
I have, over the past 20 years, written short stories, made a couple of novel attempts (vile stuff), published this blog, and written untold amounts of business and technical writing, let alone all of the marketing and PR stuff.
But now it's time. I've started a new play and am researching and reading in preparation for the first draft. The swirl of ideas is simply thrilling.
What kicked it off? Timing. Time. That long awaited maturity. Will In The World reminded me what it was to be a playwright and sent me back reading Shakespeare with a playwright's eye.
And a subject, an idea. The clear vision that tells me, yes, it will work. Something special that lit up a dark, empty stage in my mind and made me want to know what would happen.
So, if you see infrequent posts from me here, know that I'm intentionally killing the distractions, focusing on the subject, and building this new play.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
First Class
Then the chair was done and welcomed me again, so rather than spend another buck, I got up and walked around, bound on one end by the escalators down to baggage claim and the other by dire warnings and pronouncements from the Traffic Security Administration. The elderly and well-fed uniformed agents did not increase my sense of security. And the food court, never very appealing, was closing as well. Port Columbus at 9 PM, a small and uninviting little airport.
I was, of course, standing in the incorrect spot. I missed her and soon found my phone buzzing, but reception was poor and it took several more calls to determine that she was waiting below, bag in hand. I gladly paid the parking attendant two dollars to purchase our escape and was glad to be on our way home.
Scanning for Americans
Why Use Remotely-Readable Passports?
But someone will get rich over this. I herby claim the invention of the RFD blocking passport wallet.
Maybe those nuts that cover themselves in tinfoil were on to something.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Evil Idiots of the Month for April: Paramount Television
TrekToday - 'Enterprise' Sets No Longer Up At Paramount
How exactly is it that they don't think a Star Trek series won't make them untold millions of dollars? Even if UPN wants to do programing for young, black, urban females, doesn't ANYONE at Paramount understand that they can make Star Trek for the next hundred years, someone will pay to broadcast it first run (remember, both Next Generation and Deep Space Nine were run in syndication only), then sell DVDs and all of the other stuff the fans will buy.
Just plain stupid.
I'm just a fan. My parents weren't interested in Star Trek during its original run, so as a kid I had to catch it where I could and that wasn't often. I really got hooked starting around age 11, reading the novelizations by James Blish. If forced to classify myself, I'd call myself a fan, but not a Trekker and certainly not a Trekkie. I've never been to a convention, don't participate in online forums, and no, I don't write or read fan fiction. I do enjoy watching the shows and I've gotten a kick out of watching Enterprise with my youngest daughter. She was crushed when she heard it was canceled. Sometimes Paramount forgets that yes, there are hard core fans, but they are only the tip of the iceburg. There are literally millions more that watch and enjoy the series, just like me and Jen.
But now it's in the hands of the suits. They're still trying to figure out how the twist things around to make it a hit TV series. They don't (and frankly can't) understand that it doesn't have to be a hit for them to make LOTS of money. Simply keep it on TV, keep making new episodes, and the fans will watch, the fans will buy.
Little known fact of the day: Lucille Ball herself approved Star Trek for initial production. Yep, Lucy. God bless her.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Back, But Behind
Working on new play
Cross Country Travel By Car
Why watching Deadwood and travel is good for you
Tired of hearing too much about the Pope and musings on if a person can be truly intelligent, self aware, and a believer (I don't think so)
Thursday, March 24, 2005
We now pause
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
The Exact Same Thing Happened To Me
"14 Passion for Opera Aria (EMI Classics) 1994
I heard 'Nessun Dorma' in the kitchen at Coppola's with Raul Julia one night, and it changed my life, that particular Aria. I had never heard it. He asked me if I had ever heard it, and I said no, and he was like, as if I said I've never had spaghetti and meatballs - 'Oh My God, Oh My God!' - and he grabbed me and he brought me into the jukebox (there was a jukebox in the kitchen) and he put that on and he just kind of left me there. It was like giving a cigar to a five-year old. I turned blue, and I cried."
Upon reading this I instantly reached for my iPod and found Jose Carreras singing this. It is utter bliss.
Monday, March 21, 2005
I don't know - kinda looks like a Pokeman to me
I find that the innate pattern recognition ability that humans possess and works wonders most of the time, may also be one of the root factors in the development of religions.
As I recently wrote Hedwig:
"Here's me going out on a limb: religion might well be a human adaptation "artifact" from our pattern recognition abilities.
A while back we painted our guest restroom with a swirling, multi-color "faux" finish (shades of red, mainly). There at the throne, I see faces. Now I painted the walls myself. I know there are no faces there. And I don't see the same face twice. We see objects we recognize in clouds, in the pile of leaves behind the house, in a stray grill cheese sandwich. All artifacts of this remarkable brain being on alert. And it goes on from there. I think the roots of the supernatural are all there (along with some other adaptations that are useful to us in other ways - and this damn monkey curiosity).
I imagine that if some day we were to meet another intelligent race and some how found a way to communicate (which may be very, very difficult if not outright impossible), and we mentioned our many religious beliefs, they'd reply "what the fuck are you talking about?""
Friday, March 18, 2005
CSI: Shakespeare
Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
KING HENRY VI
That is to see how deep my grave is made; For with his soul fled all my worldly solace, For seeing him I see my life in death.
WARWICK
As surely as my soul intends to live With that dread King that took our state upon him To free us from his father’s wrathful curse, I do believe that violent hands were laid Upon the life of this thrice-famed duke.
SUFFOLK
A dreadful oath, sworn with a solemn tongue! What instance gives Lord Warwick for his vow?
WARWICK
See how the blood is settled in his face. Oft have I seen a timely-parted ghost, Of ashy semblance, meagre, pale and bloodless, Being all descended to the labouring heart; Who, in the conflict that it holds with death, Attracts the same for aidance ‘gainst the enemy; Which with the heart there cools and ne’er returneth To blush and beautify the cheek again. But see, his face is black and full of blood, His eye-balls further out than when he lived, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man; His hair uprear’d, his nostrils stretched with struggling; His hands abroad display’d, as one that grasp’d And tugg’d for life and was by strength subdued: Look, on the sheets his hair you see, is sticking; His well-proportion’d beard made rough and rugged, Like to the summer’s corn by tempest lodged. It cannot be but he was murder’d here; The least of all these signs were probable.
Warrick Brown vs the Earl of Warwick?
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Catholic Cardinal Admits The Truth
Oh, wait a minute, he's talking about "The Da Vinci Code." I thought he was talking about the Bible.
And the scary part? This guy, until very recently, was the number 2 guy in "The Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith".
You might know it better as its popular name, "The Inquisition."
Monday, March 14, 2005
How Wonderfully Odd
You'll recall, dear reader, my writing about bluegrass and Del McCoury
recently. Well, here's something interesting and odd and maybe just
plain freaky that you'll learn only here:
William Gibson listens to Del, too.
At least I'm pretty sure he does.
I recently decided to re-read "Virtual Light" and its two companion
novels (won't call them a trilogy - each work alone, but better
together), "Idoru" and "All Tomorrow's Parties". In ATP one of the
characters is a wiry and weird singer, Buell Creedmore.
And Chevette, another character we know from Virtual Light, is given a
knife she saw made with her protector and father figure, now dead. The
knife is hammered from a drive chain of a 1952 Vincent White Lighting
motorcycle. The chapter she receives it is titled "Vincent White
Lighting."
Knowing nothing more, it's a powerful story. More so when you know
McCoury's music and singing.
Especially this: Vincent Black Lighting
Billy boy, you deep.
The Taste of The Win
Something odd has happened since I began playing poker.
I know success. I know love, recognition, pride. I am intimate with
their opposites as well. But I really didn't know winning. I suppose
it's because I never played sports, team or individual. I've never
been much of a game player - fun, but not challenging. I don't have
the right sort of mind for chess - I'm too visceral and impatient.
There is satisfaction at finishing a puzzle, writing, making something
with my own hands. But winning is different and I never knew.
Success and accomplishment are satisfying, but typically slow to come
and more cerebral in their nature. But with the win, there is a
precise moment in time. It is clear, not only too the winner, but all
observers, who has won and what they have won. It is one of the prime
points that make sport so attractive. It is easier to excel at a sport
than to become good, wise, or accomplished. The young can win, can be
glorified much more easily than they can master a musical instrument,
succeed at a trade, gain intellectual stature.
But this isn't a reason to spurn sport, to turn away from the win.
There's something both purely animal and uniquely human in the win.
First, for a win, there must be a contest, and a contest requires
fairness. All opponents or contestants must be equal in their chances
to win for there to be a contest. A boxing match between unequal
boxers isn't a contest and doesn't produce the same glory as evenly
matched ones does. A sense of fairness has been observed in our
cousins, other primates. It is innate, a built in module for sensing
what is fair. And they, as well as we, seem to understand cheating as
well and will not be observed cheating or stealing, if possible.
When I sit down at the poker table and the first hand is dealt I feel a
rush of adrenaline that sets my body vibrating. For many, this would
be an obstacle. For me, through age and experience, especially my
training in the theater and hundreds of hours on the stage and
performance, it's a benefit. That burst of energy is a welcome friend.
To me it means, "focus, you're on." And it sustains. And also
through my theatrical training, I know how to play the people, not the
cards. I know how to watch and listen and most importantly, think
under pressure. What you're dealt is random and unlike chess, the
outcomes are not fixed for those that can calculate the percentages and
likelihoods. What is important is how predictable is your opponent.
Staying calm, focused, and watching the opponent. It is a pleasurable
time of hyperawareness.
And it may be that poker requires something to be at stake. Even a
small amount of money (and we only play for small pots), make it more
than a pleasant passing of the time if one loses. Frankly, you can't
play poker without something real at stake - the nature of the game
requires the analysis of gain and loss. If it's just markers, why not
go for it? But if that marker represents real, hard currency it
becomes clear that going for it is not always the best.
And then, if I play well and the randomness doesn't overcome me, there
is a moment, a grand moment when I've won. There's nothing like it.
I'm not concerned about being addicted. First, I know my limits, and
for the moment, they are friendly games, played once or twice a month.
There are too many other things I enjoy out of life and sitting playing
cards every night isn't remotely attractive. And there's the balancing
effect of losing, which is as unpleasant as winning is grand. But the
real chance of losing must be there to make winning sweet. Knowing how
to lose, what to learn from it, keeping balanced in the face of the
loss, is equally valuable.
Winning is better.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Clear Thinking
Monday, March 07, 2005
Completed step one
Still left to do:
1. Review CDs and make sure everything is ripped in
2. Find a way to organize all of the “singles”
3. Back the damn thing up.
As of this telling, I have 30 gigabytes of music, over 7,000 tracks – 21 DAYS of solid music.
You'll take it the way we give it to you, and you'll like it!
"Seems to me that one thing the shuffle movement does prove is the average music fan's preference for the song over its traditional home. The shuffle option is essentially killing the album, which has long been the music-industry standard for popular music releases."
First of all, there are very few artists that have delivered an entire album worth listening to in exactly the order it was delivered. And if you're talking pop, you're lucky to get more than one or two decent tracks in the whole thing. Then we get to the whole part of calling your typical pop musician an "artist".
Now I'll admit, I'm not your average music purchaser. There's no way I can put my new 60 gig iPod into shuffle mode. I have over 30 gig of music on there - almost a solid month of listening. And shuffle would produce a shocking mix of jazz, classical, bluegrass, pop and rock, even ambient and electronica. When I buy music, it's either something specific - an individual track, or an entire album of classical, which typically represents a cohesive work, like a symphony or opera. I'd buy a hell of a lot more music, but what I want isn't easily available. And no, I don't want the whole album, thank you very much.
I do have a large collection, thanks in part to a friend that has complied what the people here at work call "The history of rock" - one of the ultimate mix tapes. Of course, it's neither a mix or a tape, but you know what I mean. But think of a top 40 song from the past 50 years and more likely than not, it's on my iPod.
Which is part of the reason I've named the new iPod "LOC".
Hedwig will know what that stands for.
Wither The Safety Net?
The Owl's Perch - You Bet Your Life
Privatization of the fund is a horrible idea. Hedwig is dead right - most will lose - the rich and powerful will get richer.
And the most important part: it disconnects the individual from our shared destiny. The entire idea of "it's my money" is flawed and a serious rearrangement of society. The entire purpose of Social Security is to provide a basic level of support for all. The entire notion of the safety net is this: we as a society won't let anyone live in poverty. OK, so it doesn't work as well as we intended, but that doesn't mean it's fundamentally broken. Private accounts will break it.
I'm in favor of the following reforms:
1. Pay back the fund. The government has balanced its books too long on the SS surplus. Time to pay EVERY PENNY BACK. Yes, that may require raising taxes, but it's a debt, so pay it back.
2. Lock box the fund - stop borrowing it. Period.
3. Limit who can receive benefits. This is a tough one, but again, key to the idea of the safety net: if you make over $100,000 per year, you get nothing. You don't need it. I've planned my retirement without Social Security. If my plans work out and I have a comfortable retirement income, I plan on donating the benefit I receive. Think of it more like insurance than a retirement fund. It's there if you need it, but if you don't need it, good for you.
4. Increase the base benefits. If you make less than $40,000 a year you'll receive benefits to take you to $40,000 - which is a livable income. Benefits will be tied to the rate of inflation and current wage numbers so the purchasing power remains the same.
Give me leaders that can make the case - we need to care for every American. Social Security is part of the way we do that. If I personally don't need it, great. It's not welfare, it's part of our commitment to our fellow Americans.