29 Dec 2007
Reading Material
I stopped reading The New Yorker a few months ago. It's been good. I
think I reached my limit with that magazine; the thing that tipped me
the most was reading a couple articles on topics I knew something
about -- it became clear that the actual information conveyed in the
typical New Yorker article, about a deep subject, is pretty much
romanticized superficial wanking. E.g. there was something about guys
who built a supercomputer, and a profile of the font designer Matthew
Carter, and other stuff I can't remember right now. Or just about
anything about Africa, or the human side of medicine, if I run it by
Julie, she debunks it. Part of the fun of reading about an unfamiliar
topic in the New Yorker is the feeling that you've actually learned
something about that topic. But it's really just entertainment, and
apart from general awareness, the knowledge you think you learned is
probably worse than no knowledge at all.
Another problem is art vs. criticism. I think they should be in like
a 5-to-1 ratio -- spend 5x as much time reading actual literature as
opposed to criticism and commentary on literature. But there are so
many words in The New Yorker that it was replacing my reading of
actual literature -- I was reading commentary on authors I had barely
heard of, not reading the actual writing of authors I liked.
So, I'll still buy an issue every month or two for a change of pace,
but it's not my regular subway reading anymore.
What I've been reading instead:
currently an anthology of Haruki Murakami stories, which are very interesting both in content and technique, and despite all that,
pretty fun to read.
currently also listening to audiobook of Herman Melville Typee, from librivox.
Melville is total fun, a dreamy neurotic slacker.
James Tiptree Jr Up The Walls Of The World, pulpy sci fi about psionic powers and the end of the world and stuff like that,
slightly awful at times but better than it sounds.
Heinlein Beyond This Horizon. Heinlein is such a skilled, pleasing writer with tons of great ideas, but also such a freak.
This one is like 75% pleasing and 25% freak.
Lloyd Biggle Jr All The Colors Of Darkness. A pretentious title for a slightly comical and thumb-fingered 50's-ish sci-fi/detective
novel.
A book of Theodore Cogsworth (not sure I got his name right) stories, from the 50's. These are kind of fun, lightweight Twilight
Zone type plots.
Some anthology with Ray Bradbury (meh), Walter Miller (yeah) and others.
Orson Scott Card, _Ender's Game_. I'd never read it, it was pretty good.
I read those Baroque Cycle books by Neal Stephenson. They were sort of enjoyable but too long-winded and stylized. I suspect he's
jumped the shark.
David Foster Wallace, The Girl With The Curious Hair. I didn't really care for it.
Walter Isaacson's Einstein biography, actually pretty good and readable, for biography. He deflates a lot of misconceptions, like
Einstein wasn't good at schoolwork (he was great at it, but unruly),
Einstein was a lovable teddy bear (he sounds pretty cold in his
personal relationships and a bit of an insensitive jerk at times),
Einstein didn't do anything useful after 1915 (I'm not a physicist
but it sounds like he worked really hard to basically come up with a
negative result; negative results are still very helpful results).
Mark Kurlansky, Cod. "Great sprawling New Yorker stuff", non-fiction, highlights in the history of codfish.
Lisa Carver, Drugs Are Nice. I grew up the next town over from Lisa "Suckdog" Carver, and floated around in some of the same
circles, met her and saw her perform a couple times, and was a big
fan of her zine Rollerderby. This is a very personal and compelling
memoir about those confusing times.
29 October 2007
AMT
The scramble to repeal the AMT makes me laugh. All the repub
candidates froth about instituting a flat tax, and rail against the
AMT. Democrats are getting in on the action too. Hey, guess what the
AMT is? It's a flat tax! Just repeal the rest of the tax code --
mission accomplished!
[Google is the curse of originality; it turns out
someone
has thought of this before.]
The First Female President
My other non-original political thought for the day -- suppose Hilary
wins the 2008 election. Huzzah, a woman President-elect! Further
suppose that around the time of the election, Bush/Cheney are found to
have done something so unconscionable, so far beyond the pale, that
Congress unifies behind impeachment (it's hard to imagine what they
could do to trigger such a reaction, given what they've already done,
but presumably it would be something completely irrelevant to the
country's well-being).
Anyway, so it's holiday season 2008, and Bush/Cheney are thrown out of
office. The Speaker of the House is then sworn in -- Nancy Pelosi,
first female president of the United States! Beating Hilary to that
distinction by mere weeks. Heh.
27 October 2007
Fire
On September 11, I came home from work around 6pm. A few minutes
after getting home I heard my neighbor downstairs yell "Fire!" I put
on my shoes, got Pokey, and walked down the stairs and out the front
door. On the way down I could see brown smoke pouring out of the door
of the apartment just below ours.
Julie was out of town, and Hazel was down the street at her friend
Sean's house. There was a crowd gathering on the sidewalk, gawking at
the smoke coming out of our neighbor's apartment window, and orange
flames visible flashing inside. The FDNY arrived within 5 minutes,
with maybe three fire trucks, and ran a hose up the stairs and a
ladder up to our window. Within another five minutes they were
spraying water and climbing in and out of our apartment.
I don't really know how long it took to put the main fire out,
probably not more than a few minutes, but they were in and out of the
building over the next couple of hours finishing up. There were a
dozen or two firefighters, including a lady, and it was quite a sight
to see them sitting on the sidewalk afterwards, all sweaty and sooty
and exhausted.
The scene on the street was like some kind of festival. In addition
to our neighbors from the building, a huge crowd had gathered as
people exited the nearby subway station on their way home, and stopped
to gawk. The restaurant across the street continued doing a brisk
business, dinner and a show. Some friends had been walking by on
their way to dinner nearby, saw the fire in our building, and we met
up on the street corner. Hazel's purple mosquito net from Botswana
fluttered in the breeze out her window that had been smashed open. I
kind of wish, now, that I had taken some photos but at the time I
didn't really feel like it.
When I finally got a look inside, around 8pm, the building was a mess,
with water and broken glass all through the central stairway. They
had smashed the glass skylight at the top of the stairs, smashed in
several doors (fortunately I had left our apt door unlocked, though it
still had some damage), smashed and removed dozens of windows in
various apartments, etc. Water was dripping down the walls of the
apartments on lower floors. The apartment on the fourth floor, where
the fire had started, was a black sooty cave. Our apartment, directly
above, had most of its windows smashed, and the kitchen was a
disaster, with the sink ripped off the wall, the fridge pulled out,
and holes axed into the walls and ceiling, where the firefighters had
checked to make sure the fire was out. It smelled like the inside of
beelzebub. Fortunately, nothing inside our apartment was really
burned. Kudos to the fire department. The fire itself had been
largely confined to the apartment where it started.
How did it start? Our neighbor, the one who had shouted "fire", had
explained that he heard his breakers pop, and went into his kitchen to
discover a fireball in progress.
I grabbed some smoked clothes for myself and Hazel, and Pokey and I
walked over to Sean's house. We spent the night there on our
friends' couch.
The aftermath has been one big bureaucratic odyssey of misery. Our
insurance company had initially dragged their feet, until we hired an
independent adjuster to help us file a claim. The insurance situation
is complicated because the co-op owns the structure, various
individual residents like us own the interiors of the apartments and
shares in the co-op, and other residents rent from landlords who own
co-op shares. There are some lawsuits brewing, for no good reason
that I can discern. Meanwhile our apartment is boarded up with sooty,
damp stink wafting up from the holes in the kitchen, while we wait for
the go-ahead to fix up.
We moved into a tiny, exhorbitant short-term furnished rental for a
month, and just a couple weeks ago moved into a much better but still
exhorbitant rental, where we'll be until it all blows over.
On the plus side, we are all fine, and insured, and gotten plenty of
help from friends, family and neighbors, and life goes on.
31 July 2007
Charitable Scams
If you get a call from the "Disabled Firefighters Fund", asking for a
few dollars to help the widows and orphans etc, it is basically a
scam! I've been paying these jerks for years but today, before I
wrote a check, I finally got around to checking into them.
I typed "Disabled Firefighters Fund" into the NJ Attorney General
website search at http://www.njconsumeraffairs.gov/charity/chardir.htm
and got this financial summary:
DISABLED FIREFIGHTERS FUND
2521 N GRAND AVE STE D, SANTA ANA CA, 92705
Phone: 877-970-5094
Income Expenses
Direct Public Contributions: $2,239,198.00 Program Expenses: $129,950.00
Indirect Public Contributions: 0.00 Management Expenses: $193,343.00
Government Grants: 0.00 Fund Raising: $1,920,380.00
Program Service Revenue: 0.00 Payments to Affiliates: 0.00
Other Support: $-3,248.00 Total Expenses: $2,243,673.00
Total Revenue: $2,235,950.00
Registration Number: CH2239000 Report in File: 12/31/06
In other words, last year the public gave them $2.2M, they spent less
than 6% of it on "Program Expenses", which might actually go to some
charitable purpose, and the rest went to overhead. The lions share of
it goes to fund raising. According to the fine print on the back of
their donation slip, they use a "paid professional fundraiser",
Neighborhood Outreach at 7709 New Utrecht Ave, Brooklyn NY.
I poked around the web some more, and found some more background, such
as this CBS expose:
http://cbs2.com/goldstein/local_story_326214128.html and this one from
the Orange County Register:
http://www.ocregister.com/ocregister/news/atoz/article_1036195.php
There is a whole family of scams like this. If you are suspicious,
search for the charity's name on the NJ website
(http://www.njconsumeraffairs.gov/charity/chardir.htm).
12 Feb 2007
Movie Awards
My 2006 movie awards:
Best Picture -- (tied) The Departed / An Inconvenient Truth
Best Picture, Indie -- Brick
Best Comedy -- Borat
Best Action-Horror Movie -- The Descent
Best Guilty Pleasure -- The Devil Wears Prada
Best Kid Movie -- Cars
Best Bond Flick -- The Matador
Best Movie In Or About Africa -- Tsotsi
Best Picture Starring Scarlett Johansen -- Match Point
Biggest Disappointment -- A Scanner Darkly
Slowest Art Flick -- Mutual Appreciation
Worst Hairstyle -- The Da Vinci Code
Worst Wachowski Brothers Project -- V For Vendetta
Movies I Didn't See That Are On My List -- 13 Tzameti, Factotum,
Beerfest, Idiocracy, American Hardcore, Jackass Number Two,
Jet Li's Fearless, The Prestige, Volver, Sleeping Dogs Lie
2005 movie awards are here
14 Jan 2007
I Wanna See The Movies Of My Dreams
I think
Chris
Crawford is kind of a cheesy lunatic. But the prospects for
Interactive Fiction are not totally barren. It occurs to me (amidst a
marathon session of watching the adventures of nerdy goofball J.D. on
Scrubs) that some of the most affecting fiction gets its power from
the parallels between the protagonist and the reader/viewer. That
also helps explain why the most popular works (Star Wars, The New
Testament, LOTR, etc) hinge on personal but commonplace themes of
being unique and special but vulnerable, fantasies of unexpected
power, etc.
OK, of course, duh. But it also occured to me after waking from a
particularly vivid dream, that Interactive Fiction offers the
possibility of making a work even more personalized and affecting
than the popular works of literature that draw on universal themes.
The trick would be to take characters and relationships and details
from the viewer's own life and somehow embed them in a story. I don't
think agency (the usual obsession of Interactive Fiction types) is
necessary at all.
I guess this idea isn't very original either since it's summed up in a
lyric to "Car" by Built To Spill:
"I wanna see
the movies of my dreams."
But hey, that would be cool, wouldn't it?
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