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Friday 23 Feb 2007 2 comments
Yesterday morning, while taking a shower, I thought about a great concert (played by a band including ex-members of King Crimson) that I'd been to in Los Angeles three years ago. In particular, I thought about their performance of Starless, which had been the high point of the show for me. Starless is the evocative, melancholy piece at the end of the final album by the 1970s lineup(s) of King Crimson; in several senses, it refers to loss, to death. My friend Rick had told me he found it especially appropriate to listen to in the autumn. I've always liked the song, but it felt like the first time I really heard it was while driving through Death Valley around four years ago. In that setting, it hit me in a way that it hadn't before in almost thirty years of being familiar with the song. So yesterday, I'd been remembering how moving it was to see Ian Wallace and Mel Collins and Ian McDonald and Jakko Jakszyk and Michael Giles play Starless, feeling grateful that I'd been able to be at that show. Later in the day, I read that Ian Wallace had died that morning, not long before I was thinking about him and Starless in the shower. A coincidence, or maybe not; how can I know. Ian Wallace's playing (on drums) had been an inspiration to me; what's more, an older blog of his (whose archives I can't locate now) was one of the inspirations for me to start blogging. The man was talented, intelligent, had a great sense of humor, and could remain upbeat in the face of adversity. At this moment, I feel a strange, intense mixture of sadness that Ian Wallace is gone and joy that he had lived. Sunday 18 Feb 2007 2 comments ![]() In a response to the controversy, the author (Susan Patron; see photo) said In writing The Higher Power of Lucky, I was interested in creating authentic characters who would ring true for readers. I wanted readers to trust that I respect them and would not talk down to them.Hear, hear. The best books for children are serious literature, and are nontrivial to write. Bennett Cerf, co-founder of Random House, once said I've published any number of great writers, from William Faulkner to John O'Hara, but there's only one genius on my authors list. His name is Ted Geisel.(Ted Geisel was Dr. Seuss.) But back to scrotum. The NY Times quotes Ms. Patron: The word is just so delicious. The sound of the word to Lucky is so evocative. It's one of those words that's so interesting because of the sound of the word.I agree; scrotum does have a special sound to it. In reviewing blue jeans back in 1991, Consumer Reports called a button fly an "inconvenient design artifice"; I wrote to them to explain its advantage: For men who wear jeans without underwear, a button fly eliminates the possibility of catching one's scrotum or what-have-you in a zipperTruly, scrotum can put a zing into an otherwise dull sentence. Saturday 17 Feb 2007 comment? By tradition, first ascent parties name new climbing routes--and by tradition, the names are often whimsical. A few recently-established routes in my area have chicken-themed names, one being Poultry in Motion. I wish I routinely made puns as good as that one. And as long as I'm on the topic of cool locutions that I didn't think of, this (which, for now, I present completely without context): This was not quite disastrous, but tried very hard to be; it might be described as unhinged, but this implies being hinged beforehand. Friday 16 Feb 2007 comment? A certain well-known company, one that gets tons of people applying to work there, asks candidates (in a follow-up questionnaire) whether or not they agree with several statements about their experience with the interviewing process, including: I sometimes felt that the focus of the interview was less on the value I could bring to Google...and more about how I should feel "honored" to be interviewing at Google. Sunday 11 Feb 2007 1 comment Something in the room with my marimba was rattling whenever I played an A (440 Hz). It was loud enough to be annoying but subtle enough to be difficult to locate. Moving your head a few inches could make it go away (or make its perceived location change). I tried finding the rattle myself; no go. I couldn't wander around the room while hitting the note. I tried playing a 440 Hz sine wave through my stereo, but that didn't elicit the rattle (either that, or it drowned it out; I can't tell which). Finally, today, the rattle was a little louder than it had been, and with the aid of a neighbor whapping the A note while I walked around the room, I found the culprit: a portable heater, now banished to another room. I try not to let little things bother me, but a rattle in the middle of the range of the instrument I play is not a little thing. I am abso-fucking-lutely delighted to have it gone. Thursday 08 Feb 2007 2 comments One of this year's Super Bowl commercials was filmed a few miles from my house. (Two from last year had been filmed in the area.) This one was shot just a couple weeks before the game; nothing like cutting it close. ![]() foreground: Manzanar airport background: Alabama Hills and Sierra Nevada Monday 05 Feb 2007 2 comments Not-so-purebred dogs are evidently becoming popular. Poodle/Labrador Retriever mixes, for example are selling for four-figure prices--despite being sold under a name that I'd never want to use for a dog: Labradoodle. Clubs dedicated to Labs and Poodles take a dim view of the Labradoodle (the mix, not the name--although maybe they loathe the name too) and have published position statements which, to my reading, reveal more about the temperaments of purebred dog fanciers than they do about Labradoodles. Of all the portmanteau names I've seen for mixed breeds, I think I like Gerbrador Sheptriever the best. Right down there with Labradoodle for silliness is Dorkie (Dachshund and Yorkshire Terrier). As I write this, the most-emailed article at nytimes.com is about mixed breeds. It's a long, somewhat repetitive essay that includes gratuitously crude references to sex, like "Chihuhuauas [sic] do Yorkies" (where do is the same do as in usages like I would totally do her). Here are some of the article's key points, to save you the trouble of reading it:
Most Shelties, if encouraged, will discuss Proust with strangers if given time.You learn something new every day. Speaking of which-- 35 days of processing on my computer has determined that 232120449-1 is not prime. Saturday 03 Feb 2007 1 comment Glenn Greenwald, a blogger I read on occasion, will be moving to salon.com shortly--at which point his blog will be less accessible (pay $$$, or endure an ad). If I understand correctly, this also means no straightforward linking to his future posts on Salon. Glenn's readers have generally been supportive, although some objected. Yesterday, Glenn posted a thoughtful response to their concerns, where he examines the pros and cons of blogging at a more commercial site. I will miss the unfettered access to his blog (I don't care to subscribe to Salon), but I respect Glenn's choice. However, I take issue with his comment My view of it is that if someone who thinks that clicking through an ad is too much work to do and isn't worth it, then they're not all that incentivized to read the blog.--not just because incentivized is an ugly-sounding word, but also because tolerance for ads is a strange way to gauge the quality of one's readership. There is room on the web for sites with a commercial angle and sites that are commerce-free. Non-commercial sites tend to have a different feel to them; in particular, I'm thinking of their sense of freedom and playfulness. One sees the same thing in free software versus commercial software; free programs are often more whimsically named, are less restricted in their use, and are often simply more fun. Commercial software, on the other hand, is often deadly serious, as exemplified by license agreements that are only funny in a pathetic sense. E.g., to use Windows Vista, you agree to terms that include You may not work around any technical limitations in the softwareBut I digress. Coming back to the topic of blogging-- consider the phrase "money quote", that a well-known blogger habitually uses to introduce key excerpts. With all the phrases to choose from in referring to the crux of a matter, why pick that one. It has too much of a ring of "I think of things in terms of money" for my taste. Last but not least, I too concur with Dan Savage's recent withering response to Mary Cheney. I say "I too" because quite a few bloggers have linked to that posting. You see, Savage did bloggers a big favor: not only did he make some great points, he also used (appropriately) scurrilous language to excoriate Mary Cheney--thereby allowing big-name bloggers who are too proper to ever say "fuck you, Mary" to just link to Savage's page, nod in agreement, and let Savage do the dirty work. Just to be clear: I've linked to Savage here because I agree with what he said, and because he put it very well. And I am happy to say, right here, fuck you, Mary Cheney, fuck your father, and fuck the horse he rode into office as the running mate of. |
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