Didn’t Bill Richardson already “betray” Hillary Clinton by running for president himself?

March 25, 2008

Yes, that’s right. If you are yourself running for president, by that very act you are manifesting your preference for yourself over any competitors for the job. You are endorsing yourself and simultaneously withholding your endorsement from the other candidates.

After New Mexico Bill Richardson dropped out of the presidential race, he spent several weeks mulling the question of whom he might endorse. Finally, following a “tense” conversation with U.S. Senator and former First Lady Hillary Clinton, Richardson endorsed the bid of guru and U.S. Senator Barack Obama. According to the New York Times:

“Let me tell you: we’ve [Hillary and I have] had better conversations,” Mr. Richardson said.

The decision by Mr. Richardson, who ended his own presidential campaign on Jan. 10, to support Mr. Obama was a belt of bad news for Mrs. Clinton. It was a stinging rejection of her candidacy by a man who had served in two senior positions in President Bill Clinton’s administration, and who is one of the nation’s most prominent elected Hispanics….

“An act of betrayal,” said James Carville, an adviser to Mrs. Clinton and a friend of Mr. Clinton.

“Mr. Richardson’s endorsement came right around the anniversary of the day when Judas sold out for 30 pieces of silver, so I think the timing is appropriate, if ironic,” Mr. Carville said, referring to Holy Week.

A later story quotes Carville pointedly refusing to apologize for the comparison, which is not too surprising given the modus operandi to date of that particular political hit man.

Does it need to be argued that, in reason, one cannot base support for a candidate for the presidency (or even any lesser office) on any considerations except the candidate’s ideas, character, qualifications for the job and such-like? Personal loyalty might reasonably tip the balance all other things being equal, but how can it be a primary desideratum?

One must also wonder, of course, whether Carville would castigate as a Judas every person associated with the Bill Clinton administration who decided to support someone not-Hillary for president… Surely there are many other instances of such “betrayal” given the growing support for Obama since the primaries began. Or is it only “important” endorsements that are supposed to be based on anything other than the endorser’s honest best judgment?

Richardson’s endorsement is, however, unjustified, especially considering that he points to Obama’s recent speech tepidly disavowing and dishonestly rationalizing the bigoted pulpit-speak of Jeremiah Wright as a major example of what draws him to Obama.


WHAT landed on a wiretap?

March 11, 2008

According to the New York Post, “New York Gov. Eliot Spitzer has been implicated in a federal prostitution probe after it was discovered he had a tryst with a young high-class hooker the day before Valentine’s Day that landed on an FBI wiretap, sources said today.” Don’t try this at home.


Should Eliot Spitzer resign?

March 10, 2008

Yes. Not because Governor Spitzer had sex with a prostitute or had dealings with a “prostitution ring,” but because he’s a hypocritical bastard. But he should have resigned before this anyway.

P.S. Prostitution should be legal.


What is the benefit of having an anchor ask reporters a follow-up about the story?

March 9, 2008

On the “CBS Evening News” this Sunday, Russ Mitchell asked what the University of North Carolina is doing to assist the investigation of the murder of student body president Eve Carson. The reporter answered that the university is offering a reward of $25,000 for information leading to the arrest of the killer.

Perhaps the single-exchange symposium is supposed to demonstrate the anchor’s engagement, or engage the viewer, or some such. But it becomes so obviously staged that it is absurd. When was the last time an anchorman asked the obvious of a reporter in the field and the reporter replied, “Uh, gee, not sure about that…let me look it up?” The solution is to either drop such wrap-up Q&A or switch to a genuinely extemporaneous inquiry into the implications of a story. Skip the requests for recitation of a glaringly relevant fact that would not have been omitted but to permit the addendum.

However, this is small potatoes as far as the deficiencies of network news go.


Is the 1996 film version of “Romeo and Juliet” dreadful or delightful?

March 8, 2008

If Baz Luhrmann’s adaptation of “Romeo and Juliet,” starring Claire Danes and Leonardo DiCaprio, has any enduring interest, it’s thanks to the scraps of Shakespeare allowed to survive the bum’s-rush treatment.

My distaste for the effort isn’t just about all the unkind cuts. It’s also about what’s done with what’s left.

Cuz, sure, it’s Shakespeare, but don’t worry, we’re going to SUPER-FAST-CUT from this part of the scene to the other, and Juliet’s mom and nurse are really going to SCREAM for her attention, and the camera is going to LURCH and ZOOM as they LURCH and ZOOM across the room, and the guns are going to TWIRL, and things are going to go SLO-MO and FAST-MO and ZAP and FLASH and CORUSCATE and…obfuscate.

Isn’t the actual play a bit more inviting and developed than this? Sweeter? If we’re so afraid of Shakespeare’s poetic imaginings that we can’t have Romeo speak of baptism without his being illustratively dunked in a pool—if every other phrase that would in life be uttered soft must be histrionically howled, just to make sure we GET it (a practice thankfully not followed in the tender if too-brief courtship)—if even the balcony scene must be reduced to a few cut-and-spliced nubs—why not skip altogether the homage to consternating if eloquent turns of phrase and just retool the plot? Call it “West Side Story” or something like that. Modernize away.

This “Romeo and Juliet” is relentlessly off-putting. Even so, it includes a number of engaging bits, in which the actors are effectively if briefly silly or sarcastic, anguished or playful, loving or hateful—in short, expressive of the full range of emotion from A to J that you would expect in the sort of collation of scattered select bits of the Bard. The actors do help us realize and feel the meaning of the words. But even their best delivery is drowned in cinematic sludge.

I’m all in favor of adapting stage to screen, and taking into account modern sensibilities and knowledge. I’m not eager to see the five-hour version of “Hamlet,” or to be assailed by every impenetrable archaism still not solved in the glosses.

But Luhrmann isn’t just solving a time problem, or a translation problem. He isn’t just eschewing piety in accommodating the fact that we’re living four centuries later than Shakespeare. For Luhrmann, the biggest hurdle is how to get viewers to swallow ambrosia when he believes we believe it’s castor oil. The method of the dissembling abominable varlet is to let Shakespeare shine only sporadically, and to disguise the flavor of Will’s words with a saccharine surfeit of jumping and jagged, clanging and cloying production values. Instead of skillfully helping viewers enter Shakespeare’s lyric world, Luhrmann insists on dissonantly distracting us from it. It’s a lot of fardels to bear. And it’s an insult.


How was Charles Free caught?

March 6, 2008

“ABC News” tonight had an interesting story about an escaped convict, real name Jack Hazen, assumed name Charles Free, who managed to live undiscovered in Las Vegas for the past 31 years. In 1975 he had been convicted of armed robbery, then ten months later escaped. He has not gotten in trouble with the law in all the years since. His wife and two daughters apparently knew nothing of his secret, are shocked, but say he’s reformed and are appealing for leniency. Extradition proceedings are pending. He may have to serve the rest of his original sentence in Florida, as well as additional time.

“ABC News” did not address the most interesting question: How was Hazen/Free’s cover blown? The kvbc.com site briefly addresses this:

The newly formed DOC Cold Case Fugitive Unit in Florida connected the dots by comparing electronic databases to known fugitives. They tipped off local officers and Hazen was arrested again.

Oddly enough, for the last three years Hazen has been living just two doors down from a Clark County Marshall’s house.

That’s something, but I’d still like to know what in Hazen’s Free-era info tipped off authorities to his real identity. Probably he got a little too sloppy, feeling the trail had grown cold. The data in computers doesn’t grow cold, it just gets passed around and passed around and mixed and matched and analyzed and re-analyzed.


So, what’s the skinny on those browsers, anyway?

March 5, 2008

The complete text of our reader’s question was a little too long for the Deepest Sender grid. To wit: “In recent months, you’ve said, ‘More soon on the browsers and other software’ and ‘if you’ve got links on your desktop to 11 Internet browsers (yes; 11, about which more later)….” So, what’s the skinny on those browsers, anyway?”

Did I say 11? I currently have icon-links to 14 browsers on my desktop. The browsers I use at least somewhat regularly are Internet Explorer, Firefox, Crazy Browser, K-Meleon, OffByOne, and iRider. I also click into Deepnet Explorer now and then. I still have a set-up project going with Deepnet.

Until I switched to the new laptop several months ago, IE, Firefox, K-Meleon and Navigator were the browsers I typically resorted to. I knew about Opera, but didn’t realize it was now free and somewhat more robust than when I had last checked it out.

A big discovery was iRider, which allows the user to open many links simultaneously (or seriatim very quickly) and to “pin” open pages so that they’re retained in permanent memory to be opened each time the browser is opened. IRider is fast and versatile, and the only browser I’ve ever paid money for. However, after I bought it I learned a lot more about Firefox add-ons and also the “group” feature that Firefox and many browsers now have, including Crazy Browser, K-Meleon, and Internet Explorer 7. This feature allows the user to save a bunch of related pages under an assigned name in the browser’s permanent memory. That’s helpful for quickly starting up research within a particular category of web pages, for example the portal pages of a major client’s web site, or the home pages of major newspapers. Or say you’re a film buff, you could make a group of all the sites you like to visit for movie news and reviews. It’s a more efficient kind of bookmarking.

OffByOne is the most stripped-down browser for windows. If you don’t care about a web page’s format, just want a bare-bones page for reading text and prefer to use as little memory  as possible, give OffByOne a try. I’d install it on my Asus eee if the eee had an XP instead of a Linux OS. If you have a clunky old PC with not a lot of RAM, try OffByOne. The makers call it “the world’s smallest and fastest web browser with full HTML 3.2 support. It is a  completely self-contained, stand-alone 1.2 MB application with no dependencies  on any other browser or browser component. For Windows 95, Windows 98, Windows  ME, Windows NT, Windows 2000 and Windows XP.”

K-Meleon and Crazy Browser are both pretty nimble. Crazy Browser will list the groups you save so that you can just click on the collection of web pages you want to work with, whereas K-Meleon asks you to type in the name of the group.

Firefox tends to be my default browser, and it’s what came pre-installed in my mini-laptop, the Asus eee. I’ve installed most of the same add-ons in both the eee’s Firefox and the Dell Vostro 1000’s Firefox.

Internet Explorer 7 is a pretty good browser, but seems a little slow to me. It has tabbed browsing, but I think every major browser has tabbed browsing these days. I need IE7 to view Netflix movies online, and to most efficiently send pages to Microsoft’s OneNote notetaking software (pages can be sent to OneNote using the print function in other browsers).

Deepnet Explorer combines a browser and a news reader. I haven’t yet explored this browser as deeply as I’d like to (get it? a pun!) but I like what I’ve seen so far.

Other browsers on my Dell, which have been praised by partisans but which I use only occasionally:

Safari - The Apple browser, now available in a Windows version.

Opera - Supposed to be very customizable with widgets, but these widgets don’t seem to be as easy to install as the Firefox add-ons.

Netscape Navigator - Owned by AOL now. They’ve thrown in the towel and will no longer be publishing new versions or supporting the latest one. Navigator was of course the first big browser to give Internet Explorer a run for its money.

Wyzo - Supposed to be especially good at downloading media.

Avant and Maxthon - Two of the browsers based on the Internet Explorer “core.” Crazy Browser is another. I don’t know quite how this works. Does Microsoft have to give them permission? Anyway, I gather that these shell-browsers won’t function if you don’t have IE also installed.

Flock, based like Firefox on something called Mozilla, had me at hello and then lost me shortly thereafter. Flock is a so-called “social” browser that helps the hipsters stay plugged into Facebook and YouTube and whatnot. I liked that it includes a blogging utility compatible with WordPress. But it seemed to be impossible to choose the right category for a blog being posted (unless it was among the first few categories listed in the scrollbar), which meant I had to log in to WordPress directly anyway to pick the category… I’ve had better luck with the Deepest Sender add-on for Firefox. Perhaps the problem with Flock’s blogging feature is easily solved.  But if you’re giving somebody a utility to do something faster and better, and it doesn’t work perfectly immediately, you risk losing the user to another utility that does work perfectly immediately. That is the way market competition goes sometimes, especially in the lickety-split world of software. (Yes, even freeware is in a market.)

I was a bit surprised to learn about all these browsers. I could have found out about many of them a few years ago with a Google search or two. There are many more out there in addition to the ones I’ve mentioned, some of them very specialized. If you want a sports-themed browser geared to guiding you quickly to all things sporty, there’s something called Sportsbrowser.

The next question to ask me is what Firefox add-ons I’ve installed.


Is the Asus eee hard to balance on your lap?

February 25, 2008

One of the occasional complaints about the economical mini-laptop produced by Asus, the eee, is that it is hard to balance on your lap. It’s not good for the lap-balancing. In an article at searchCIO.com:

Before Apple head honcho Steve Jobs unveiled the MacBook Air at Macworld in January, some Apple-watchers were hoping for a sub-notebook - something smaller than the existing 13.3 inch MacBook, rather than thinner. While there was some disappointment, the truth is that anything smaller than 13.3 inches results in a screen and keyboard that are too small to use all day, every day. Take the tiny seven inch Asus Eee PC which weights in at under a kilo. The Eee PC’s small size makes it awkward to balance on your lap yet, even sitting at a desk, the small keys can turn otherwise competent computer users into two finger typists. In comparison, the MacBook Air’s large backlit keyboard is joy to type on.

I don’t think the eee was intended to be used “all day, every day,” but it’s nonetheless remarkably usable and I end up spending a lot of time with it even when my main laptop is easily accessible. Using the smaller screen is a little tricky, but it’s doable enough with a few common-sense workarounds. As for the lap-balancing…  One can’t even place a regular-sized laptop on one’s lap if one is bothered by the heat and weight. I use the eee with a usb keyboard and put the keyboard on my lap. The eee itself can be propped anywhere–on a tray, on the arm of the arm chair, a table, whatever.

Apple’s Air looks looks like a very interesting machine. It has a different set of trade-offs and is also a lot more expensive. The eee is one of the first mini-laptops to be small in price as well as footprint.


Showtime: “The Tudors”

February 16, 2008

…and of course, everyone had perfect teeth in those days.


Did you ever get the Asus eee you said you were going to get?

February 13, 2008

I’ve had my Asus eee for several days now and I like it, I really like it. It’s $300 to $500 depending on which model you buy (mine was $350, via J&R Electronics, via Amazon). It weighs about two pounds.

Cheap, light and pretty-robust mini-laptop on the road is better than expensive, heavy and very-robust regular laptop on the road. If my regular laptop were lost or stolen it would be a more-than-minor inconvenience given not only the cost but also all the oodles of installations and settings. It’s also nice to be able to scoop up the light machine and take it to a local shop or just to another room, or across the room.

My previous mini-laptop was a second-hand MobilePro 900 that sported a restrictive 2000-era Windows CE operating system. I had to buy a wi-fi card to gain wireless access, then perform a magic spell to activate the wireless card. Nor was this solution stable. After leaving the MobilePro fallow for a few months, I discovered that the machine-plus-card had forgotten the magic. It didn’t seem worth the trouble to figure it out again.

Cheap-and-fairly-robust is better than cheap-and-gotta-keep-wrestling-with-it. The 900 has cramped programs and OS, and scanty memory. (And was cheap only because second-hand; the price was something like $900-$1,000 when it came out.) I gave up trying to solve the complicated process by which one could add new CE-compatible software to the 900. It does have uses on the road, but you cannot (or I, at least, could not) download and read an Excel sheet using the MobilePro alone. This would have made it hard to quickly do a job for the client who sends me data in Excel sheets. And even with functioning wi-fi, browsing the Internet on the MobilePro was a slog, too much of a slog.

To be sure, PCs are ubiquitous, as is broadband these days, and there’s usually a desktop wherever I’m going to be. But I don’t like to be too dependent on a machine that somebody else may need to use also and that is not tailored to my liking.

The Asus eee solves everything, as far as I can tell. Some reviewers complain about the small 7-inch screen and small keyboard, and also the touchpad. But on my machine these are responsive enough, and one can get used to the trade-offs. There are also fixes. The MobilePro has one USB port; the eee has three, as well as a monitor port. So it’s easy to plug in a keyboard and a mouse, even a flat screen if need be. I use a mini-keyboard that has its own trackball, making a separate mouse and pad unnecessary.

I too would like a bigger screen. But the one on my model is fine. You do have to scroll more than when using a regular-sized screen. But aren’t we used to scrolling through web pages anyway? The viewing area is certainly more than you get with a cell phone or PDA. Text might be a little too small when you first click into a page, but no need to squint, usually. To easily read a long article on the installed Firefox browser, I often switch to print mode and enlarge the text. You can also zoom the view in a word processor document.

Wi-fi is occasionally a little quirky, but not as quirky as on the MobilePro. And now that I’ve rigged “full desktop” (as opposed to the default “easy”) mode, at home the wi-fi seems to leap into action automatically. It’s also pretty stable.

The eee has a Linux operating system and comes with plenty of programs for standard uses, including Skype (for making phone calls over the Internet) and Open Office. Instead of a whirring hard drive, it has a solid-state flash-card-type drive. It holds just 4 gigabytes on my model, much of it taken up by the installed software; you can add a flash card to supply more storage. Battery time is reasonable, a couple hours, nothing special. The power adapter is like a cell phone’s, small, light and easy to bring along.

The electronics of this gadget are low-end to save money. But today’s low-end is pretty good. And the pieces are well-integrated. The random access memory is 512 megabytes, enough for most workaday purposes using the installed software. I wanted a little more running room. Although on some eee models the RAM cannot be easily upgraded, I had no trouble installing a 2-gigabyte chip. The machine recognizes only 1 gigabyte of that, alas. From help sites I learned that you can update the kernel to get the machine to recognize the full 2 gigabytes, but the procedure sounds complicated and a little dangerous. You can’t just click on a link and download a patch. There are a lot of stupefying command codes that must be chanted in the proper order. Still, I might try it after learning a bit more about Linux. There’s also a way to install Windows XP on the machine, but I don’t see a need for that.

The XO, aimed at kids in developing countries (”One Laptop Per Child”), is the other major recent solution to the problem of producing a cheap but robust mini. Others are on the horizon, happily. Competition in this niche is long overdue. Until now the smallest laptops with any robust and general capacity (as opposed to, say, AlphaSmart’s minimalist alternatives) have been among the most expensive. No doubt we’ll soon see even better solutions from Asus and other companies.

I’ve tweaked the system a bit since getting my eee. But it’s set up so that it can be used out of the box by a person who would dread to redo a single default. (You might want to fine-tune at least the touchpad settings, though.) The home screen features several tabs taking you to pages for “work,” “play,” “learning,” etc., and each of these pages houses several large icons taking you to the software programs. If you can click on a power button, click on a tab, and click on an icon, you’re good to go. Easy, easy, easy.


Testing??

February 13, 2008

Testing!!


Testing?

February 13, 2008

Testing.


Does it ever make sense to benefit from somebody else’s pain?

January 28, 2008

Often. Let me give you an example that has been one of my favorites ever since ten minutes ago.

I received in the mail today a Transcend 8 GB SDHC flash thingamajiggie that I bought in anticipation of eventually owning an ASUS eee mini-laptop, a cheap yet powerful gizmo that is all the rage right now among persons who want a lot for a little vis-a-vis electronic portability. But my Dell Vostro 1000 did not recognize the SDHC card. Of course I’d like both the Vostro and the eee I’m eventually going to own to recognize the card so that I can use it to flip stuff from the Vostro to the eee. Now, the main point of the SDHC is to expand the eee’s flash-drive memory, and of course it would be possible to use a different kind of flash card to transfer files between the two machines, using the USB ports. But it certainly would also be convenient for the SDHC card to work on both machines.

As I say, though, the Vostro 1000 refused to recognize the SDHC card. Was completely inert. As if the SDHC card were not even in the slot.

Internet. Google. I found a post by a guy who’d had the same problem, relating a long horror story about all the trials and tribulations he suffered while trying to find a driver for his Vostro 1000 that would recognize the SDHC card. At the end of the post he supplied a link to the required driver. I downloaded the file, unzipped it, ran the executable, rebooted the machine, and voila! my laptop now recognizes the card.

This lazy short cut of learning from somebody else’s sweat and tears without actually suffering all the same sweat and tears oneself works for many other things too, which is why it’s such a good idea to have division of labor, history, etc.


Gosh, I feel so intimidated sometimes by persons who seek to verbally bully me. What can I do to deflect their assaults?

January 28, 2008

Setting aside more violent possibilities, you can read The Gentle Art of Verbal Self Defense by Suzette Haden Elgin. It’s been years since I looked at it but I recall that Elgin offers some sound insight about what’s going on in these assaults and techniques to defuse them. She has also published several sequels on the subject.

Probably the most important thing is simply to abstain from discussions in which the other person isn’t going to be at least as semi-reasonable as you are. Have the presence of mind to suggest that the matter be addressed when emotions have cooled a bit. Decline to get dragged into a combat you can’t win. That’s often easier said than done, of course. The whole point of verbal intimidation is to throw you off kilter so that you don’t have the presence of mind to defend yourself properly. But if you’re conscious of what’s happening, that’s half the battle. Even dead silence is often better than being lured into a position where the other guy can just stomp on you at random. If you’re not an unprincipled screaming manipulator and other guy is a veteran unprincipled screaming manipulator, he’s just going to be a lot better at hitting below the belt than you. And more willing to do it than you. So don’t play.

Jay Morrisay offers some thoughts at his self-help site.


Is there something wrong with “money going into corporate coffers”?

January 25, 2008

The other day I caught a few seconds of one of the priapic prate-fests on the PBS “News Hour,” about what form the stimulus package for our slip-sliding economy should take. One of the gurus was saying something like, “If you give tax breaks to companies that were going to do the investments anyway, the extra money is just going to go into the corporate coffers.”

Which would be a bad thing because—don’t know, turned him off. Heard it all before.

I’m not a social planner, not a social engineer. I don’t view the question of whether persons should be allowed to keep more of their own money from the perspective of alleged omniscience about what they would do with their own honestly earned money if allowed to retain some greater proportion of it. Nor do I pretend they have a moral duty to spend any newly vouchsafed increment of that money in Peaceful Way X but not Peaceful Ways Y or Z.

I do know that the more of his own resources an individual is permitted to keep, the more of his own resources he then has and can then devote to his own purposes and priorities as opposed to those of planners and politicians giving orders based on what some idiots on PBS say.

We can go even further; for if one individual who is allowed to keep more of his own resources necessarily possesses more of said resources as a result of being thus allowed to keep them, it follows also that the more individuals get to keep more of their own resources, the more individuals get to keep more of their own resources. To achieve the same conclusion here that I did, all you need to do is you take the singular and make it plural, by combining units into a collection of more than one.

Since the group of all individual economic actors is nothing more than the aggregate of them—a combination of these counted individuals, as it were—it follows that if each money-earning individual in the collation is allowed to be better off vis-a-vis the keeping more of his own money for his own purposes and priorities type thing, then the sum total of these money-earning individuals would also be better off vis-a-vis the keeping of their money for their own purposes and priorities type thing. Indeed, suppose nobody at all were ever robbed. Then nobody at all would ever be robbed.

Now let us stipulate that the whole array of interdependent production and consumption of these money-grubbing economic actors constitutes what we call “the economy.” So if you want to “help the economy,” what you really want to do—especially if you regard “the economy” as being created by and consisting of individuals going about their cooperative economic pursuits as best they can, rather than as being nothing but a gigantic blob of stats to be chivvied and cajoled by idiots on PBS—what you really want to do is, you want to leave everybody alone.

That’s it. Leave the good persons alone who make the money and stuff and whatnot that make the economy go and who have every reason to secure and enhance their own individual economic health. And, goodness gracious, if you’re too addicted to obstruction and robbery to stop altogether, at least, you know, reduce the level and pace. At least tone it down a little.

Acknowledge that a group consists of individuals, and that mature adults are generally capable of independent, autonomous action, i.e., of working for a living; capable even of politely asking for help from family, friends and neighbors if they run into trouble instead of extorting it from them at the point of a gun. Acknowledge that market processes enable wealth and enjoyment of life and create the springboards to even greater wealth and enjoyment of life down the road, all of which the socialistic programs proposed by idiots on PBS would hamper if not destroy. Acknowledge that freedom and capitalistic profit-seeking do really “work,” whereas destruction of these does not “work” except from the perspective of scavengers painfully uninterested in what their actions will have spawned come the day after tomorrow.

Acknowledge that if you want the benefits of the economic freedom, you must actually safeguard the economic freedom. Acknowledge that if you want the benefits of the individual rights, you must actually respect the individual rights, including the rights of those who contribute to and manage “corporate coffers.”

What’s a “corporate coffer”? Why, it is nothing else but a morally suspect and tainted bank account of a morally suspect and tainted firm that has organized itself in a morally suspect and tainted legal format for morally suspect and tainted tax and legal purposes that the owners and managers believe are most conducive to certain productive purposes from which they can make money by selling things to persons who want those things. That’s right; instead of saying “To heck with life and all my hopes and aspirations” and shooting themselves in the head, the participants in the enterprise are cooperating to pursue productive ends with a view to benefiting themselves and others.

To be sure, some persons of some organizations, including some corporations, and maybe even some LLCs and sole proprietorships, do sometimes act badly, even criminally. Some individuals sometimes act badly, even criminally, even without the knowledge or support of an organization. Chronic error can happen as well. Sometimes, for example, persons pursue their plans within the confines of inertially coagulated cooperative structures that have become severely non-optimal with regard to the achievement of legitimate purposes, and so foster failure rather than success. Perhaps, in light of such considerations, in light of the possibilities of both viciousness and drift as well as goodness and excellence in the enterprises of mankind, it would be a good idea to retain both sanctions against criminality and respect for individual rights? Perhaps, in light of these possibilities, it’s not so good an idea to let idiots on PBS decide how one must allocate one’s own money in the pursuit of one’s own productive and consumptive goals? Perhaps one should not, after all, let the blackjack-wielding jackasses of the world tell one what to do?

In the moral parlance of those who have never recovered from the fact that economic freedom is productive and that there is no substitute for property rights and profit-seeking as a means of fostering individual and general economic well-being, the adjective “corporate” is a moral shorthand for “‘big and hence bad’ profit-seeker.” Sure, it has been proved a trillion times over that the working-for-a-living way of life is better than the bank-robbing or sitting-at-home-sucking-your-thumb way of life. But this immovable object lesson conflicts with the irresistible farcical notion that there is something morally suspicious per se in honest and intelligent pursuit of one’s own actual interests. It is presumed to be morally incongruent, not to say metaphysically tedious, that in order to survive, one must act to survive; i.e., that one must be selfish enough to employ relevant means in the service of one’s ends.

Well, okay, then, granted: one does have to survive, and one must perhaps make some genuine gestures on one’s own behalf to do that. But don’t go overboard, eh! Survive just a little, flourish just a little, and that is, perhaps, forgivable; one needn’t even be a fanatical Randian to concede that much. But, you know, have a little trouble paying the bills! Don’t be one of those fat cats!

On the other hand—to flourish fantastically, to do really, really well…to be a huge success? Why, that’s just wrong. Gotta be. Especially if large-scale capitalistic accumulation and expenditure are what’s most cardinally entailed rather than your standard-issue profoundly artistic splotches or certifiably sanctimonious PBS articulations. The world and human aspiration can be accommodated only so far; then the moral lever flips from Neutral to Evil, even if humanity in its billions could not exist without that “Evil.”

Sans such assumptions the pejoratives make no sense. Sans such assumptions, one could only wag one’s finger at the particular wayward actions of particular individuals or businesses, but not at corporate doing as such and even the very receptacles into which are deposited the revenue. Nor, sans such assumptions, would the implication be even semi-plausible that persons who abstain from creating businesses and jobs have not got anything to gain—like their very livelihoods, for example—from crediting and welcoming the self-interested actions of those who do.


Do you feel that there is a lot of potential in the pop-up box?

January 21, 2008

The pop-up box can be used for all sorts of things and we have only begun to scratch the surface, or scroll over its substrata.

I would love it, for example, if I could read (i.e., try to read) an article written in French that were festooned with pop-up boxes pop-uppable over every word, you’d just glide your mouse and the illumination would come, the English translations and concise explanations of every nice grammatical and stylistic point. Maybe some of the pop-up boxes would have other pop-up boxes that pop up.

It turns out that pop-up boxes can even be used to express coy reservations or second thoughts. Instead of sticking such asides in brackets or footnotes or addenda, you could have a little pop-up box ready to leap out of the text you wish to nervously explicate. I saw this form of annotation in an essay on authority and authoritarianism by Timothy Wirkman Virkkala (I hope I’m pronouncing that correctly), to which I was led by an article about presidential candidate Ron Paul’s disowned newsletter copy, long story.

With regard to the line in Virkkala’s piece about “who is he to tell me to accept his categories,” I thought it was obviously a little ironic joke about authority and questioning authority, in line with the button slogan that annoyed Lew Rockwell, not a seriously indecorous implication that in the essay to which Virkkala was responding Rockwell had offered no argument but only demanded agreement with tough-sounding authoritarian assertions. Be that as it may, Virkkala now disparages the wisecrack as “indecorous.” He has had second thoughts about it; the tone is too jarring in light of the relatively elevated tone of the rest of the essay or whatever.

But…indecorous?! Why do persons kick themselves in the groin like that, accusing themselves of indecorousness and the like?

Hold on, though. Our pop-up box encases one of the more-sinuous sort of second thoughts, those that come with their own airbag and trampoline. Note, uh, Benny, the full text of the apologia that will accost you if you take the trouble to scroll: “Does this seem harsh? An editorial snafu led to this indecorous moment.”

Huh? Are you like me? Are you shaking your head, tall, just showered, enjoy books and movies, and making yourself a glass of chocolate milk as you get ready to turn in for the evening?

First of all, the author says he’s guilty of indecorousness, or rather that the moment was (hmm…), but then fobs off the responsibility for this renegade moment on an anonymous factor called “editorial snafu.” See, these Editorial Snafu gremlins clatter across escritoires at many an inopportune moment, and there is nothing to do about them but sigh and erect your self-accusatory, self-exculpatory pop-up box which nobody will ever see who does not click on hyperlinks expecting to be led to yet another damn web page….

We’re just at the beginning of all this. The more we see from the pop-up box, the more we can expect to see.


How do you like the 1960s TV series "The Fugitive”?

January 19, 2008

Alas, I find it unwatchable. I looked forward to watching the series for many years, had heard many good things about it. Now it’s finally starting to come out on DVD. I like David Janssen and the idea of a man who preserves his integrity and goodness despite the risks and hardships of being on the run after having been wrongly convicted of murdering his wife.

But I’m put off by the ponderous melodramatic voice-over and ponderous melodramatic music. The stories of the three episodes I glimpsed seemed slow, maudlin and unimaginative. I can’t be very fair about it because I kept skipping forward. The tales just didn’t engage me and I’m not curious to see more.

The show began in 1963. Netflix sent me the first three episodes. I don’t think we’d see some of the same hamfistedness in a 2008 television series, but we have other kinds of hamfistedness to endure.

“The Fugitive” was successful. Its idea is good. I suspect if I gave the series more of a chance I’d find a fair amount to like in it. But I’m not willing to give it that chance. Too much other, better stuff to read and watch.

Perhaps I’m spoiled by the slickly done movie with Harrison Ford, which took the trouble to dramatize the murder of Dr. Kimble’s wife, Kimble’s capture and his escape. The series by contrast begins with a mere summary of these events, repeated in the front of each episode. In other words, there is no real pilot episode.

Museum.tv says “The Fugitive” presented “some of the most fascinating human condition dramas of [the 60s], all told in a tight, self-contained semi-documentary style.”

Not unlike the Western hero, which U.S. television had embraced since the 1950s and with which it still had something of an infatuation, Kimble had the appeal of the rootless wanderer whose commitments to jobs, women or society were temporary, yet who at the same time deserved our sympathy as something of a tragic figure. The series’ and the introspective character’s success lay largely with the appeal of actor David Janssen’s intensity in the part…. The drama of the stories came not so much from the transient occupations of the fleeing hero, such as sail mender in Hank Searls’ “Never Wave Good-bye” or dog handler in Harry Kronman’s “Bloodline,” but from the dilemma of the Kimble character himself, something Janssen was able to convey with an almost nervous charm.

I don’t think it’s only the stagy television conventions that are off-putting (like the allegedly “tight” but actually tedious “documentary” style with the thunkety-thunk voice-over). I’ve managed to enjoy episodes of even the often thinly plotted old “Twilight Zone” (the guy behind the counter has three eyes? Oh my God!). But the best television of today (”24,” the new “Battlestar Galactica,” “Lost”) does seem far superior to the best television of 40 to 50 years ago. This era-boundedness doesn’t afflict literary classics. So long as we get a competent translation, we still find the same powerful dramatic virtues in Homer.

What is it about television? Many old movies don’t hold up either, but from the olden times we still have “Gone With the Wind,” “Wizard of Oz,” “Casablanca,” etc., which show that the limitations of a new medium don’t inevitably sabotage a vision. Do we care that we can tell that the Wicked Witch of the West is not actually melting but dropping through a trap door? On the other hand, there’s plenty on the tube these days to prove that all the technique and technology in the world can’t make up for a view of life that is tawdry, vicious or empty.


How does the BBC production "The Way We Live Now” compare to the Trollope novel on which it is based?

January 15, 2008

It’s been a while since I read Anthony Trollope’s fat story, so I can’t say how closely the four-part adaptation sticks to it, although much of the plot rings a bell. The novel is of course more leisurely. But this mini-series about divided loyalties and honest versus fraudulent aspiration is as finely wrought as one could wish.

The story of every character major and minor should not revolve around the person of the almost-wholly-shameless fraudster Melmotte; but that is “the way we live now.” David Suchet’s Melmotte is a glib, obtuse and bad man, but one with a certain grand vision (and gall). There’s pathos when the chickens come home to roost. We almost feel sorry for him. On the other hand, good riddance.

Another bad man is Matthew Macfayden’s Felix Carbury, who loves two women equally little. One he uses for sex, the other for money. After having seen Macfayden’s performances as the noble and reserved aristocrat in “Pride and Prejudice” (2005) and the noble and reserved spy in “Spooks” (2002-2004), I couldn’t quite accept him immediately as the semi-charming lout Felix Carbury, who in the end somehow stumbles back onto his feet despite everything, and unlike Melmotte. But disbelief was suspended quickly enough.

As for the good guys who suffer tragically, we expect that things will work out for them sooner or later precisely because they do not accept “the way we live now,” even if they have their blind spots. Roger Carbury harbors a lifelong and undying love for his cousin, Hetta Carbury (the sister of cad Felix). He may lose her to his very good friend, entrepreneur Paul Montague (duped into believing that Melmotte really intends to help him build a railroad in America). Roger (Douglas Hodge) struggles to do the right thing even when the personal cost seems unbearable. Meanwhile, Paul has to contend with an old flame from America come to England to haunt and harry him.

Melmotte’s daughter, Marie Melmotte (Shirley Henderson), one of Felix’s victims, does not at first inspire the same sympathy as stolid and stoic Roger Carbury. She appears a somewhat comical figure, petite and a bit goofy in her love-starved eagerness. One of the great pleasures of the series is watching her grow in stature. We realize (as does even Felix, briefly) that there’s much more to her than meets the eye. The transformation is entailed by the story, but it’s also a smart and wonderful performance. Marie cannot be taken seriously at all…and then she can only be taken seriously. But there’s been no cheating; we simply find out more about her.

The story moves in good pace, and never in the dull self-important way that some adaptations of classics adopt. Each of the first three segments ends on an appropriately suspenseful note.

Any complaint at all to make? Not really. I’m sure when I read the novel again I’ll find something that I wish had made it to the mini-series, or had been treated differently. But one can always make that kind of complaint about the translation of printed word to screen, and it is often an unfair one. To experience the narrative voice of Trollope, one must actually read Trollope, there is no way around that. But in its own terms, the series based on his book is perfect.


Why are so many movie subtitles sub-par?

January 9, 2008

I weary of lazy subtitling. I shouldn’t even really call it sub-par since I don’t remember ever watching a video with sub-titles as energetically complete as I would prefer. It’s all sub-par. Par must be imagined.

The difficulty or inadvisability of literal translation only goes so far as an excuse. I suppose another rationale must be that the translator or his editorial boss wishes to spare the viewer the necessity of spending too much time reading at the expense of viewing. However, one does like to know what was said, especially if one is trying to make connections between the words of one language and the more-or-less equivalent words of another. Perhaps one can’t directly translate certain idiomatic expresses–but why are cultural and historical allusions also rubbed out, simply because the residents of one country might be less likely to recognize an allusion than the residents of another?

Then there’s the sin of condensing or rewriting. “Don’t move, I know the way,” the girl says to Elliot Gould in “The Silent Partner.” In the Spanish subtitle this becomes “Don’t accompany me.” What, in Spain or Mexico, nobody ever says “Don’t move” or “I know the way”? Would an inordinate amount of time have been lost if the subtitle had given the speaker or student of Spanish a better idea of how the same thing would actually be said in Spanish? Okay, maybe the Spaniards never say “Don’t move,” but don’t they sometimes say “Stay there”? It’s not exactly a congested phrase from Homer or Shakespeare we’re talking about here.


What is the major theme of the 2008 presidential campaign?

January 5, 2008

The major theme is change. This election is all about change and about being willing to change and about bringing about change. I’m for it. Change is good because once you’ve changed something, it is different from what it was before. How would we like it if everything were the same all the time? No, that would not be good.

It is my firm (if malleable) belief that any candidate who espouses fixity as opposed to transmogrification in this campaign is not going to go anywhere when it comes to going on down the road. It will be the candidate of change who snags the best chance to move forward: the one who realizes that change is coming and that he can be an agent of change, and who enlists others in this noble cause in a mobile and fluid way, and without a lot of flabby flip-flopping. The world is changing constantly and we must change our policies to match. You can’t step into the same river twice unless you go back to that same river and step into it again.

What kind of variation ought to be envisioned? Maybe it doesn’t matter. So long as the proposed tweaking entails a heartfelt and winsome repudiation of stasis, maybe the content of the proposed revision is not so central. Sure, we like change to be an improvement by some standard or other. But a change for the worse can also be a change. And one man’s worse is another man’s better, and somebody else’s neutral or second gear. What I would affirm is that the candidate who triumphs in this realm, i.e., who really masters the whole change arena, will turn out to be the kind of change agent who not only can effect change but who by dint of even-toed cadence, posture and mellifluousness of slogan-slinging can also inspire the voters with the conviction that he is the sort of chipper changer-in-charge who can and will ride the wave of their unwavering support straight into the shifting, shuddering shoals of the happy land beyond the day after tomorrow with undaunted courage and integrity.

Change is in the wind and it is time that we stood up for change for once as we always do because this is America. This is what the successful candidate must convey, somehow; that we’ve got to all be on the same page about turning the page. This is what this presidential election is all about.

Change. Change, change, change. Change.


How do you avert desktop-icon disaster?

January 3, 2008

You can avert desktop-icon disaster with the Shock Desktop utility, which just saved my bacon.

All my desktop icons somehow got screwed up when I transferred my laptop from one work station to another and back again. I didn’t panic at all this time! I simply activated Shock Desktop (after finding its icon, that is; remember, the icons were no longer in their well-designated order), clicked on the desktop profile, and presto reverto, all was once again as it once had been. Elsewise it would have taken an hour or so of sloshing around before the icon order were sort of sorted out. (See the Lifehacker post, “Create (and Keep) a Perfect Icon Layout with Shock Desktop.”) Shock Desktop is easy to use. You mostly have to remember that when you add an icon to the desktop or rearrange any icons you must tell Shock Desktop to “update the profile.”

Some persons might wonder what’s the problem. I imagine that these are persons groaning under the weight of all of five or six shortcuts on their desktop. I have maybe 100 desktop shortcuts now. I don’t like to hunt for programs or docs I use frequently. I’ve become even more of a shortcut fiend because of the new laptop’s higher resolution and the excuse that prepping it provided for installing lots of new as well as familiar software.

If you’re happy with Microsoft Office + Internet Explorer and/or Firefox browsers, Shock Desktop solves a non-problem. But if you’ve got links on your desktop to 11 Internet browsers (yes; 11, about which more later), six Word files, a dozen notepad files, a few select web pages, the DOS command prompt, eight or nine security software programs, Skype, Encarta, an RSS reader, etc., you want your icons to be a little organized in accordance with a secret scheme of your own, and you want these icons to stay where you put them. Imagine that you had a box of several dozen 3×5 index cards (in the olden days, we had physical index cards and carbon paper and things), which somehow got spilled and were now all out of order. Even if they are clearly labeled, it’ll take a while to shuffle them back into alphabetical order. Now imagine you have a button you could push that would restore order instantaneously. Wha…? Yeah! It’s true! I know whereof I speak. I just clicked the Shock Desktop utility and watched all the desktop icons flying around like something out of a Harry Potter movie. And all was well.


Why is the keyboard of most laptops on top, with the mouse below the keys?

December 29, 2007

A mystery. Maybe the laptop manufacturers believe that users want to “rest” their palms on the surface below the keys; but that is not how I type. Did either manual or electric typewriters ever have a strip of surface below the keys to “rest” the palms so that one’s hands might be periodically crooked awkwardly?

To type on a typical laptop one must extend one’s hands in a way that I don’t find convenient or natural. For that reason and partly because even with a desktop I always put the attached keyboard on my lap (the wrong place to put a laptop) rather than on the desk, I type on laptops with an external keyboard, the larger keys of which are also easier to depress. With the keyboard slung on my lap, my hands are relaxed. I occasionally hear about how to position one’s hands ergonomically as one types to reduce strain, but I never have a problem. My hands are always in the laziest, most comfortable position.

Many smaller laptops or quasi-hand-helds like the MobilePro 900 lack the awkward strip of space below the keys. But on the typical average-sized laptop, the placement of the keyboard seems to have escaped any discipline of market process. A default layout has emerged from whatever historical design or engineering considerations, and now no thought ever is given to enabling the customer to type more comfortably. But it can’t be that outre an innovation to have models with keys at the bottom, mouse at the top. And once it becomes an easily available option, the world may find that I’m not the only typist who prefers it that way.


When are you going to do another post, PayPerQ?

December 29, 2007

That’s a very good question. Soon. Very soon. Oh, wait, this is one right now, isn’t it?

Several weeks ago I got a new Dell laptop. Still with the XP operating system, because I wanted the memory for apps that I believe Vista would have hogged and because I had heard all the stories about incompatibilities. Even so, I decided to double the RAM shortly after the system arrived, from 1 GB to 2 GB.

Of course, the laptop’s price dropped another $100 or so right after I got it… Dell declined to give me a rebate but did give me a coupon.

I’ve installed a bunch of new software (new to me anyway), including various browsers in addition to the familiar Internet Explorer, Netscape, Firefox, and another I had started using more recently, K-Meleon. More soon on the browsers and other software. I’m particularly happy about one of the browsers I discovered, but a couple others are also doing a thing or two that I am glad to see them doing. Though Firefox gets the most press as an alternative to IE, seems many more innovative browsers have been popping up over the last few years than I realized.


Why add a typewriter to your writing-tool pool?

September 30, 2007

In the previous blog entry I reported that I had hauled the typewriter out of the hiding place and might try to use it now and then as an alternative to the PC.

In general I want to increase the ubiquity and variety of my writing tools as an aid to productivity and bulwark against sloth. The typewriter is on a stand in the bedroom, along with a few books I need to consult for the writing chore I have in mind. I figure if I don’t want to stumble into the office and fire up the PC I might still hack away at a job on the typewriter, then port it to the PC once there’s a draft. The retyping won’t be that much of a loss of efficiency, at least not for short projects.

Another addition to the pool is the NEC MobilePro 900 mini-laptop that I picked up second-hand from an Amazon vendor recently (the model is also available from eBay sellers). Circa year 2000 vintage, of a line that isn’t produced any more. There’s a certain skimping on programs and memory for the sake of the light weight (about a pound) and the instant-on capability. With the appropriate wi-fi card it can hook into the Internet at hotspots. Surfing the web is a trawl compared to what a regular PC can do, but it’s still cool to be able to check email online or scan some headlines. While the MobilePro’s keyboard is usable, the care required to type on it does slow down typing speed. But the little critter also has a USB port. I’ve used it for a flash drive and also to plug in a regular keyboard. With a splitter, it can accommodate both a keyboard and a separate mouse. (What I need is a keyboard integrated with a mouse pad.) The MobilePro’s screen isn’t that great for outdoors, but it’s visible enough indoors.

The tradeoffs are fine if the main reason for having the machine is to be able to take it anywhere and turn it on and start typing a second later. Price was an issue when the MobilePro was new (about $900, about the same as a fully featured if more cumbersome laptop). But now you should be able to pick it up from the secondhand market for less than $200.

The third tool I’m adopting is a simple memo pad for jotting chores and notions that occur to me before they fade into oblivion. One for my pocket, another for bedside along with the yellow legal pads for longer scribblings. Seems obvious, especially for a “Columbo” fan, but yeah, I’m just getting around to it. I used to call my voicemail a lot to leave messages and reminders to myself, but that’s going to be a little harder to do now that I’ve discontinued my landline phone service (still doable from my PC or with my Tracfone). But that’s another story. Anyway, transcribing a litter of phone messages is cumbersome too. Might as well just retype the scribblings.

Update 12/29/07. You know, scratch all that. I ended up stashing the typewriter for now and buying a new laptop that I recently set up in my bedroom. And although I used the memo pad for a while, I don’t bother any more. Still the most efficient way to leave a note-to-self when I’m away from the computers is to leave a mesasge on my voice box or call Jott to send myself a (possibly typo-ridden) email. I don’t use the MobilePro very much and once I get an ASUS eee, a more functional light mini-laptop that is going for about $400 or less (I really want one!) I doubt I’ll ever use the c. 2000-issue MobilePro with its relatively rigid and limited capabilities.


Can you turn a typewriter into a word processor?

September 29, 2007

A long time ago in a technological environment far, far away, an article in Writer’s Digest proposed a way to keep up the flow of writing that is repeatedly interrupted by the necessity of putting another sheet of paper in the typewriter once every 250 words or so.

The advice was to use a long continuous roll of suitably wide paper, obtained perhaps from factory overstock. The roll, perhaps 8 and 1/2 inches by 50 feet in dimension, would gradually be used up as you typed away, but not so fast as an 8 and 1/2 by 11 sheet of paper would be used up.

Of course, you were supposed to try this with first drafts only, not final copy. Until electronic submissions became commonplace, editors still always wanted manuscripts to be submitted in sheets. Market listings never included a request that manuscripts be submitted in the form of tubby industrial paper rolls. But the point was that by obviating the need to replace pages as you went along, you’d enhance the creative flow that was most important when you were first coming up with the words, not quite so important when pruning and polishing them.

The piece appeared probably in the late 70s. Has the advent of word processing killed the utility of this notion? Maybe. But there is something to said for handwriting or typing as an alternative to electron juggling, to relieve sameness or to ward off the demon of obsessive-compulsive blue-penciling. It’s easy to edit as one goes along on the computer; and hard, at least for some writers, to train oneself just to let the words flow happily or crappily and amend and repair later. So maybe I’ll try to scrounge up one of these paper rolls and see how it goes, now that I’ve hauled out the electronic typewriter.


How can I get stuff done now as opposed to later?

September 25, 2007

That’s a tough one. You like to procrastinate, don’t you? Don’t try to deny it.

Sheer brute discipline is required, but it can be exercised in short, relatively unintimidating bits. Once you’ve brought order to your desk, gotten the kids to stop squalling,  collated the materials and tools you need to begin,  etc., you then need to actually begin work on  the urgent task that you would really much rather defer until, um, Judgment Day or something like that.

The only answer is to get started on the job despite your feelings of trepidation, ennui, guilt, whatever it is. Break up the job into bits, and start on the first bit. No matter how uncomfortable you feel about doing the work, how strongly you long to chase daisies out in the backyard instead, surely you can do that one ten-minute preliminary thing that you need to complete before you can move on to the next ten-minute thing. You can. I know you can.

The notion of productive procrastination proposed at the LifeClever site also has much to recommend it: If you really, really, really, really “must” procrastinate on an urgent task, if it’s a lapse you just can’t avoid, at least procrastinate by undertaking some other important job instead. Even if you’re putting off the Most Important Thing (MIT) until later in the day or until tomorrow, you’re getting stuff done that you’d have to get done anyway.

But give the MIT a shot, ten minutes. Then maybe ten minutes more. Once you’re into it maybe you’ll be on a roll. And then you won’t even want to procrastinate.


Where O where has the Sport Shake gone?

September 8, 2007

Sport Shake is supposed to be healthy, for athletes and so forth, but it tastes so good that you know it’s not really good for you except in the trivial sense that it increases your enjoyment of life. It used to be stocked at Walgreens hereabouts, and other places.

But now I cannot find it anywhere. One Walgreens store dropped it, then restored it to its shelves at my request, then dropped it again later. Cumberland Farms also dropped it. I found a web site about Sport Shake and there’s even a page there about purchasing it. I called the number and the Sport Shake lady told me there’s no distributor in Florida. Anyway, they have no data on which stores might carry it. “Have you tried convenience stores?” the lady asked me. I guess I was asking which stores carried their product because I didn’t actually know, but okay, yes, I’ve tried.

Plugging “sport shake” into Amazon, all I can find is a Banana-flavor Sport Shake, which I don’t want, as I cannot abide Banana-anything. I want the vanilla. And I can’t find any other entry for “Sport Shake,” the real Sport Shake, in all of that wide, wide river.

My backup is the Hershey’s milkshake, which is also getting harder to find. I dislike the taste and texture of the Nestles milkshake; which is, of course, quite easy to find. I am lost.


How can you process all the urgently relevant and interesting information being hurled at you?

September 8, 2007

You can’t. What you can do is steer and prioritize.

Ross Dawson has some common-sense tips at rossdawsonblog.com. These including setting goals, so you know which information really does need your close attention and which you can ignore or skim; picking the right sources of information, like a well-edited periodical in your field; setting aside regular time for reading; improving your reading and note-taking skills; aggressively filtering low-value email and other time wasters; being open to useful information that falls outside your usual filter or sources; maintaining personal contacts; and “Sleep[ing] on it!”

Dawson notes that although filtering and being open to insights from outside the filter may seem contradictory, they’re not; and it pays to do both. It’s a matter not of letting yourself be infinitely distracted, but of keeping your antennae up so that if some bits in the data stream do cue you to a possibility worth further investigation, you’re ready to zero in. There are a million leads we might serendipitously pursue as we amble along information highways and byways. In navigating these leads we must be both alert and disciplined.


What is going on in the movie “Primer”?

September 4, 2007

Having now watched “Primer” (2004) a second time on DVD (the first time being some months ago) I can authoritatively state that I don’t really know exactly what is going on in it.

The independently made movie (for a reported budget of $7000) explores the consequences of two physicists’ unexpected invention, a time machine put together in a garage that superconductively allows one to loop back in time and relive a day or part of a day. There are severe constraints on how the machine works and how it can be used. One can’t go flitting around to different eras of history. But Aaron and Abe can keep returning to the same stretch of several hours, so that several versions of them might be running around during that span, trying to perfect it. Filmmaker Shane Carruth (who also plays Aaron in the film) told the Village Voice that he feared Q&A about the film would be mostly about plot points, but it’s not surprising that viewers want a better idea of what happens than they can glean without special study. One site about the movie offers several different timelines to clarify events, each timeline apparently based on a different use of the machine or maybe a different version of a day or part of a day. Well, the timelines are confusing too.

The movie’s rapidfire mumbling technospeak, indirection and understatement, and slow unpeelings of meaning all make it both compulsively interesting and hard to solve. We know that at one level it’s about trust and betrayal, maybe also about biting off more than you can chew. But the permutations of plot are almost too indirect, almost too frustrating to try to decipher. “Almost” because I wouldn’t say the movie should have been raveled differently. It’s an effective, fascinating flick. Carruth tells Village Voice: “I know that you could watch it and think it’s some kind of random assemblage, like it’s a tone poem to time travel. But to know that there’s a method to it is half the battle. Two viewings seem to do it, but I can’t say you have to see it twice; that’s so pretentious.” Maybe my two viewings were too far apart. But I’ll probably see it again.