Some things are impossible to know, but it is impossible to know these things.
I have a day job. So every word of this is my opinion, not that of my employer. This offer IS void in Wisconsin. Except, of course, that some material in this column comes from incoming e-mail; such material is usually reproduced indented and in a serif typeface to distinguish it from the (somewhat) original material.
Heck, even the great Herb Caen regularly ran columns written by other people--in dribs and drabs. I didn't see any movies this week, didn't have any epiphanies, insights or flashes of brilliance. So, some political briefs and some letters and links, and away we go.
This idea keeps popping up, in fact the spin in this article is maybe its time has finally arrived. I talked about it back in 2006 and cited another blog post from 2005.
Those of you who do not live in San Francisco, but who love cats as I do, will not want to miss The Mouse In The House, Jon Carroll's latest cat column.
My friend Chuck Carroll writes:
Most of you know that my charming spouse Nannette has just published her first book, The Communication Problem Solver.
It shows how to improve interpersonal communication at work.
According to her first review, the book’s message promotes better outcomes wherever people are talking, not just at work.
And the reviewer said Nannette’s style reminded him of Malcolm Gladwell!
| November 05, 2009 Paul Krugman: The lost generation
By Paul Krugman
On the right, the politically correct thing is to pretend that nothing good happened until Reagan came along.
Former Attorney General Michael Mukasey thinks that U.S. civilian courts are not proper venues for terror trials. Why? Because they’re an administrative hassle.
What is wrong with this picture when Buchanan raises reasonable questions? If the neighbors (China, India, Pakistan, Turkey, Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Syria, Iran, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Krygyzystan, Uzbekistan) did not deem it in their national interests to invade their neighbors (Afghanistan and Iraq) or to offer much, if anything, in the way of assistance, why was it (and why is it today) in the best interests of the United States?
Great voice talent. Fantastic CGI animation. A beloved Anime character from the 1960s. All in service of a limp story. I was never a hard-core Astroboy fan, so this film was only of mild interest to me. It wasn't Little Nemo in Slumberland bad (the touchstone for animated lousiness in our family), but it wasn't all that good either. I didn't feel like I needed a bath or refund afterwards, and at the end of my life I'll probably only apply to get 45 of the 90 minutes of my life back that I invested in watching the film. At least it wasn't too long.
The unofficial followup to Paris, I Love You, this film contains 12 short films and more stars than you can shake a stick at. Every one of the vignettes is clever, funny, moving, original or all four. There are too many great moments to list, and anything I could say about the plots would end up being a spoiler. Suffice it to say that about a quarter of the time you'll figure out where the sketch is going, and the other three-quarters of the time you'll be surprised. That's a better batting average than O'Henry.
It's risky to base your expectations of a film on the quality of the team that created it, but the key collaborators on The Damn United have one of the best track records going, and this effort is no exception. This true-life story of British soccer coach Brian Clough brings together a compelling screenplay by Peter Morgan (Frost/Nixon, The Queen), the crisp and straightforward direction of Tom Hooper (Longford, HBO's series "John Adams"), and a core trio of fine actors in solid performances. Michael Sheen (Frost/Nixon, The Queen) shines as the aggressive and brash Clough - Oscar consideration would not be out of the question - and is supported by Timothy Spall (Harry Potter, Sweeney Todd, Enchanted), as Clough's behind-the-scenes partner Peter Taylor, and Colm Meaney (The Commitments, Layer Cake, and many TV roles), as Clough's rival on the football pitch. The Damned United provides a vivid portrait of hubris and ambition, the marks they can leave, and the intriguing, often contradictory, forces at work in professional sports ownership.
I was ten years old when Maurice Sendak's slim illustrated children's book "Where The Wild Things Are" was first published by Harper & Row, and I never read it at the time. It was a good forty-plus years later when I was finally exposed to the text, reading it to my daughter. At the risk of harrumphing, the story never made much of an impact on me, and I approached this film - an enormous expansion of the brief original tale by director/writer Spike Jonze (Adaptation, Being John Malkovich) and writer Dave Eggers (Away We Go, books such as "A Heartbreaking Work Of Staggering Genius") - with only minimal enthusiasm. (In fact, I might not even have gone to see Where The Wild Things Are but for the inclusion in the film's trailer of the wonderful, uplifting Arcade Fire anthem, "Wake Up," from their 2004 debut album, Funeral. Sadly and annoyingly, the song is not in the movie.) There are moments in the film that are captivating, capturing the confusing, contradictory, and often inexplicable actions, impulses, and emotions of childhood and life. Jonze imbues a fantastic story with feelings that read as genuine and realistic. But, for me, these high points are too infrequent, and I'll continue my decades of harrumphing.
Craig Reynolds checks in, apropos of last week's item about old-time radio (and a few others)
In Friday's post in my lab notebook I made passing reference to the golden age of radio (http://www.red3d.com/cwr/texsyn/diary.html#20091023, see the text to the right of the fourth image in the post). Funny that you brought the topic up a few days later.
From the same folks, formerly the MIT Leg Lab, who brought you BigDog: be sure to catch the segment at about 1:30 where BigDog almost loses its footing on ice then artfully recovers.
Some historians are doubting the Battle of Agincourt’s status as
perhaps the greatest military victory against overwhelming odds, while
also drawing some modern comparisons.
I was born in 1952, the year television (if not many television sets to watch it on) arrived in my home town of Portland, Oregon. We got a set in 1955 or 1956; I am told I preferred the commercials to the shows. My mother apparently listened to radio while it was still radio, with comedies and dramas and quiz shows, and even Stan Freberg. I have no distinct memory of that era (which ended on Nov. 25, 1960, when CBS radio killed off its last soap operas and entertainment shows). "Real" radio stumbled on for a while in Portland; KOIN didn't kill off its 41-year-old morning KOIN Klock show and fire its orchestra until August 25, 1972--after I had gone off to college.
But although I had watched two broadcasts of KOIN Klock as an eager high-school radio engineer in the late 60s, my heart lay with KEX 1190, the 50,000-watt "Call of the Northwest." Like many people, I woke up to Barney Keep's "Keep Time" because I went to sleep the night before listening to the Portland Beavers. Barney used to read the Oregonian's daily chuckle every morning and then add, "Chuckle, Chuckle, Sob." He held down the morning slot from 1944 to 1979 (people used to LAST in the old days...), and he woke me up until 1968.
That's when I stopped listening to the Beavers (too much homework) and Barney (I had to get up before his show started) and switched to the new-fangled FM dial. I loved KINK (sister station of KGW), which introduced Album Oriented Rock to Portland. I was hooked on the semi-automated station and its laid-back chief announcer, Jeff Douglas. And, of course, the "wow" factor of a clock radio with FM on it (it was a tube radio, of course, so it had to warm up each morning). In my junior and senior years, I had to be up around 5:30 in the morning. I distinctly recall listening to Russ Ward anchoring the NBC World News Roundup every morning at 5:37 (what an odd time!) The NBC World News Roundup was not as well known as its CBS counterpart, but I was a KINK guy, and that was the schedule.
Something put me in mind of those mornings so long ago this week, and I spent hours down the Google hole trying to confirm the time of day that Russ was on in Portland back then. I couldn't, but it was such a warm bath of nostalgia to look back on the long-gone radio of my youth, that I thought I'd share a few memories. And if Russ or Jeff are out there, and know when the show was on, let me know. Maybe I slept in later than I recall...
With singles living all over New York City, willingness to take a
couple of subways for a date can be a token of high esteem.
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| October 18, 2009 In California, a Fight Against Faux Disabilities and Fake Permits
By JESSE McKINLEY
Officials say masses of people are falsifying, misusing and abusing special license plates and placards meant to provide easy access to parking for disabled drivers.
Walter Cronkite remembered the University of Texas at Austin in his
last will and testament, even though he dropped out as a junior and, by his own admission, was not a stellar student.
ARTS / TELEVISION
| October 23, 2009 Soupy Sales, Slapstick Comedian, Dies at 83
By RICHARD GOLDSTEIN
Mr. Sales's zany television routines turned the smashing of a pie to the face into a madcap art form.
Over the Edge Dan Rosenbaum's take on tech, parenting, politics, search, and pretty much anything else. Dan and I are both ex-Unipressers and ex-CMPers.
Boot Hall Observations of England written by a pseudonymous American expat in London with a wry take on the world.
Phil Albinus The personal, professional and political musings of my friend and former colleague of the same name
Forbes on Tech Jim Forbes' Interesting life, savvy tech comments
Recent Movies
Now Showing
(N-Neal Vitale P-Paul Schindler). Stars are out of 5
Recent Films
Astroboy 2.5 p
Damned United (The) 4 n
Education (An) 4.5 n
New York, I Love You 4 p
Where The Wild Things Are 3 n
DVD Releases
Chéri 3 p
Every Little Step 4 p
Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs 2.5 p
Land of the Lost 2 p
Proposal (The) 3.5 p
Taking of Pelham 123 2.5 p
Whatever Works 4 p
Year One 3 p 1.5 n
Paul's Reading
Laton McCartney: The Teapot Dome Scandal: How Big Oil Bought the Harding White House and Tried to Steal the Country I am fortunate to know the author of this book; he used to be my boss at InformationWEEK. He has written numerous first-rate works, including a swell book about the discovery of the South Pass on the Oregon Trail and the inside story of Bechtel. Here, he takes an obscure but extremely important scandal in American history and makes it come alive. Teapot Dome is hard to grasp for several reasons: it was complicated, it unwound slowly (over almost a decade) because of the nefarious delays in the congressional investigation, and it became less urgent after the death of Harding, the man in the middle. Astoundingly, the GOP, corrupt to the core in the 1920s, escaped unscathed, winning in 1924 and 1928 as Teapot Dome unfolded. McCartney's trademark "you are there" recreations, founded in the carefully researched historical record, make the whole thing squalid affair quite vivid, and his Wyoming roots (half the scandalous land involved was in Wyoming) clearly motivated him to tell the story. (*****)
Max Barry: Jennifer Government I am not really a sucker for every book I read, which is why this is a four star, not a five star. It begins slowly, and the first half is a confusing, hard slog. But eventually this dystopian vision of corporations rampant and a vestigial government picks up speed, excitement and interest. In Barry's world, your last name is the company you work for, thus, government agent Jennifer Government and her nemesis John Nike. Absurd, rollicking, action-packed and scary. (****)
Dick Meyer: Why We Hate Us: American Discontent in the New Millennium Vicki and I heard Dick Meyer on an NPR Podcast (from their excellent series on authors speaking at bookstores), describing this book, which explains why Americans are so angry about their culture and what can be done about it. A former CBS producer, he now works for NPR. He has noticed downward spiral of--well, nearly everything, but he does not believe it is inevitable or unstoppable. It is a refreshing book, full of pointed observations, with an abbreviated but still thoughtful "prescription" section at the end. Both the problem and the solution start with you. (*****)
David Sedaris: When You Are Engulfed in Flames David Sedaris is an acquired taste, like smoking. He is a New Yorker essayist and "memoirist," whose life is recounted in essay form in a "heightened," and so more humorous, reality. I find his work laugh out loud funny, and can't recommend his new book too highly. He does not achieve his effects, like Perlman and Allen, with vocabulary, but with simple words and a nasty self-deprecation that never fails to amuse me. (*****)
Paul Auster: The Book of Illusions: A Novel For anyone who likes every page of their novel soaked in the feeling of being a Hollywood insider, this piece of literary fiction should be like catnip. Auster has written the tale of a woebegone academic who stumbles across a silent film comedian. The comic made movies for a year and a half, then disappeared 60 years earlier. The academic writes the first and only book about the actor, and is then told his subject is still alive! The interweaving of the two narratives, the richly imagined life of the actor and the sadly lived life of the professor, is skillful in a way that makes me jealous as a writer. It's a great read. Sep. 08 (*****)
Christopher Buckley: Supreme Courtship Consistently funny, Buckley walks a fine line between parody, satire and slapstick, and does so in a consistently amusing and entertaining way. Supreme Courtship is the story of a television judge elevated to the Supreme Court by a frustrated president. Buckley deftly skewers modern presidential campaigns and modern internal Supreme Court bickering at the same time, as well as taking a few well-aimed swipes at reality television. There are several characters who are recognizable burlesque version of real people (including Sen. Joe Biden), but unlike, say, Black and White and Dead All Over, such thinly disguised portraits are incidental, rather than central. Rollicking fun. Be sure to read it. Sep. 08 (*****)
John Darnton: Black and White and Dead All Over You finish this book feeling as though you are covered with printer's ink. You'll have no trouble spotting Arthur Sulzberger, Jr., R.W. "Johnny" Apple, former executive editors Howell Raines and A.M. "Abe" Rosenthal. The novel features a detailed tour of the important parts of the building (including the hole where the presses used to be and the neglected morgue), as well as a seemingly accurate and well-sketched look at actual daily newspaper operations. Fantastic, engaging and well written. Aug. 08 (*****)
Christopher Buckley: Boomsday Once again, Buckley shares his comedic genius with us. This time, he takes the fact that the simultaneous retirement of all the boomers is going to bankrupt the country, mixes it with presidential politics and a little polite sex, and creates gales of hysterical laughter. Smart, witty and clever, this book once again marks Buckley as a worthy successor to the greats of American narrative humor, and makes him one of my favorite living authors. Aug 08 (*****)
Keith Colquhoun: Beyond Reason Well-written, fast-paced, entertaining, and, like his other works, endearingly eccentric. If you are interested in a good novel that doesn't read just like every other novel, and some thoughtful chatter about the state of religion, wrapped into an entertaining package, you'll like Beyond Reason. Jun 08 (****)
Sven Birkerts: The Gutenberg Elegies: The Fate of Reading in an Electronic Age This collection of essays alternates between hopeful and depressing as it soberly considers the future propspects of the act of reading dead-tree media. In this re-issue, the author admits to succumbing to electronic creation, but clings to reading on paper. A reasonable compromise? I think so. Thoughtful and engaging. 1/07. (*****)