Monday, December 29, 2008

Morning has Tom Brokaw.

I believe I have developed a new, fool proof plan to avoid getting mugged.

This is, when confronted by persons demanding my goods, simply wake up. This has worked the last couple of times!

Though exactly why my assailant this morning was a John Flansberg look-alike with a cricket bat, I'm not quite sure.

Also, I suppose a good tip-off to the irreality of my situation this time should've been the fact that earlier in my trip I encountered antiques littering Parramatta road, that started flying around and attacking people who held one, thus causing their toenails to fall off. Also, the fact that I was apparently coming home from high school, where my uncle was the network administrator.

Also, what, it's 6:30 am? I'm going back to sleep.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Quite bearable

So, I just cleaned my room, to some extent...

And I found 6 empty gummy bear tubs.

I like gummy bears.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Best Albums Of The Year!

The year in question being 1978.

1. Kate Bush - The Kick Inside

Kate Bush's first album, and, you know, a friggin' masterpiece, even without the requisite amazement for her being 19 when it was released. Though I don't listen to as much Kate Bush as I used to, and I tend to prefer some of her later albums, this album nonetheless perfectly encapsulates what makes her such an awesome and unique musician. You know, the epic narrative lyrics, soaring vocals, complex arrangements, unashamed romanticism, obscure and not-so-obscure literary references... What's more, though some are better than others, all the songs on the album are really quite top notch, presumably because she wasn't yet so much into the kind of experimentation that increases the variance on her later albums. She also released her second album in 1978, Lionheart, which was unfortunately rushed, and so among her worst.

2. Talking Heads - More Songs About Buildings And Food

Talking Heads' second album, which I tend to mentally combine with They Might Be Giants' third album, to form "More Songs About Buildings And Flood." Anyway, it's certainly not my favourite Talking Heads album, but still, you know, it's a Talking Heads album. It has its great moments, and is pretty consistently funky, but Take Me To The River is the only really amazing song on the album. Talking Heads are really a band that I feel got distinctly better over time. Incidentally, this was the first Talking Heads album to be produced by Brian Eno. Which brings us to...

3. Eno/Moebius/Roedelius - After The Heat

Yep, I'm a Brian Eno fanboy, but truth be told I actually strongly prefer his rock albums (like, 1974 to 1977) over his ambient stuff. Much as I like the idea of ambient music, and appreciate that someone in the industry is being sufficiently theoretical to ramble on about generative music and all that, I'm nonetheless rarely in the mood to listen intently to ambient music, or in the kind of situation to have it playing in the background. Besides that, I just really, really like Brian Eno's voice, and his lyrics. After The Heat, however, is somewhere between his rock stuff and his ambient stuff. I really don't know how else to describe it. I suspect it tends to make me a bit tense, and I think right now it's giving me a headache. An AWESOME headache! Anyway, for these reasons it beats out the more conceptually awesome Music For Airports, released the same year.

4. Captain Beefheart - Shiny Beast (Bat Chain Puller)

I have a tragic confession to make: I don't much like Trout Mask Replica. Obviously this means I fail music. But I do quite enjoy Shiny Beast. I like to think of it as Captain Beefheart: Easy Mode. It has its weak moments, and stylistically jumps all over the place (which is kinda the point I suppose), but Beefheart's singing is wonderful, and some tracks are just excellent. Tropical Hot Dog Night is particularly fun.
- Way to like the most accessible song on the album there, Brendan!
- Bah! Enough of your music snobbery, OtherBrendan! Go listen to your precious Xiu Xiu and Animal Collective!

5. Warren Zevon - Excitable Boy

Aaah, Warren Zevon... He's like a classier, deader Elton John, one who you don't have to feel slightly embarrassed to like. Naturally, containing both Werewolves Of London and Lawyers, Guns & Money, this could not but be an excellent album. Those two tracks are definitely the highlights, but the rest of the album is very listenable as well, with no real low points, unless you're allergic to soulful ballads. Anyway, I have a terrible weakness for both piano music and harmonies, so that's why this album is here. Also, ROCK ACTION.

Mentions (honourable or otherwise)

Elvis Costello - This Year's Model

I can't help but believe that if I was some kind of theoretically inconceivable perfectly unbiased arbiter of musical quality, then this album would've made my top five... But personally, I find Elvis Costello fairly hit and miss. On this album, (I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea is an amazing hit... And there are a few other minor hits, but a few too many misses. Anyway, feel free to consider this #6.

Neil Young - Comes A Time

I would definitely say that I really like folk rock, and I'm also very much inclined to say that I don't much like country music. But then, I often suspect that there's really no strong generic distinction here, and that there's just one genre of music, such that I call instances of it that I enjoy "folk," and instances of it that I dislike "country." Well, here I'm inclined to do this on an intra-album scale. Comes A Time has a few songs that I really enjoy, and a few more that I find extremely annoying. The former are folk, the latter are country.

Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel

I actually went out of my way to hear this album for the first time in research for this post... I expected it would make the top 5... But I was pretty disappointed. You might think being disappointed by Peter Gabriel is liking being disappointed by SIDS or something, but I actually really like a lot of his stuff... Just... None of this stuff. I'm inclined to say that Peter Gabriel is just a little bit ahead of his time, and unfortunately that puts this album right in the middle of the 80s.

Devo - Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo!

Jocko Homo is pretty damn good, but I'm generally more of a Freedom Of Choice man. Incidentally, this is another album produced by Brian Eno. What a dude.

The Cars - The Cars

Generic pop crap! No seriously, I really, really liked this album... For about a week.

Japan - Adolescent Sex

I used to really enjoy Adolescent Sex, but then I ceased to be an adolescent got a bit sick of Japan for reasons that still elude me. This led to one of those Furiously Deleting Half Of My David Sylvian Songs moments. I still quite like the song Television though. Like a really angry version of Roxy Music.


(Okay, if you really want my top... 8 of 2008 they'd probably be Fleet Foxes, Hey Ma, Heretic Pride, Trouble In Dreams, Shallow Grave, Dear Science, Exotic Creatures Of The Deep and Arm's Way, in roughly that order.)

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Innconceivable

I haven't made a post since the 7th! So, to make up for it, here's a long one. (Ha! As if I'd even be capable of anything else.)

And because everyone likes reacting to things, and because the issue seems to be coming up a lot lately, I thought I'd react to this. That is, that UN taking declarations about equality for all, regardless of sexual identity. Or more specifically, I thought I'd react to the pro-bigotry declaration, sponsored by the Vatican et al. Even more specifically, I want to talk about this one particular argument that is made, an argument that quite possibly shits me above and beyond any other argument I have ever heard, that rights & respect for gays can lead to “the social normalization, and possibly the legitimization, of... pedophilia.” And because I really have nothing new or insightful to say politically, or even on the logical merits of the argument itself (this guy demolishes it pretty soundly near the end of that post), I'm instead just going to segue into this personal anecdote:

Back when I was new to the Internet, around year 9, I posted for a short while on a developer's forum dedicated to the computer game Planescape: Torment. And that was fun. But then the game was released, and there wasn't anything in particular keeping me there, and so I found my virtual way to this other forum for a game in development, The Arcanum Inn. And that was much more fun. Great friendly people, great times. Naturally there wasn't much to discuss about the actual game, and we could only talk so much about other RPGs, so the discussion was primarily completely off-topic. The forum was hosted by IGN, but there was absolutely no official moderation (until there was, and the entire forum picked up and left for another host), so there was the nice, natural feeling of a self-governed community. After a year or two that game also got released, but the place and the people were good enough that I hung around for a few years more. It was what I mainly did on the internet. I probably spent more time on that forum and its associated chatroom than I do now on Facebook, Google Reader, or even Team Fortress 2.

But anyway, to get back to the original point... As any internet location must have, the Arcanum Inn had its resident fundamentalist. And I really do mean resident. Checking out the original forum now, he had over 5,000 posts before we all left for the other host, to my mere 4,500. I say this to establish that he wasn't just a random troll, a total stranger, that inevitable person who just wants to take over a forum to argue about Young-Earth Creationism. He did want to argue about Young-Earth Creationism, but he also wanted to talk about Arcanum and RPGs and whatever else we were rambling about that day. And if I ever found anything odd about a hardcore Christian also being a hardcore roleplayer, I got used it to. Even though the things that he said occasionally appalled or terrified me, I could like him well enough when the conversation was not about religion.

But, as you may've guessed, a certain argument he made eventually made me leave the entire community behind. He started a new thread, about DC's then recent decision to recreate Batwoman as a lesbian. Naturally he disapproved, and was especially upset at the idea of essentially heroic characters, up to whom we are meant to look, having, as he saw it, sinful sexual perversions. I'll avoid the obvious comment about them being psychologically crazed vigilantes who take the law into their own hands and all that. But what he said which really got my goat was along the lines of "What next, Clark Kent is revealed to be a pedophile?" I suspect this was among a list of incestuous Green Lanterns and whathaveyou, but it's too long ago to recall.

As I've said, I don't feel the need to point out how bad this implicit argument is, nor do I feel the need to register my abhorrence and disgust at these kinds of self-propagating, and probably really damaging attempts to mentally link homosexuality with genuinely harmful, and therefore immoral, practices. Take that as given. But actually, on that last point, I think there's an interesting thought to be had here by trying to get behind a fundamentalist's thinking, as shoddily as I expect I would do so:

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Actually, fuck it. I was going to try and make some kind of point about how the fundamentalist would see both acts as sins, having in both cases the same kind of effect on the God/Sinner relationships, and so essentially morally on par... And then I could go on to praise consequentialist approaches to morality for being able to principledly compare the actual relative levels of immorality of any two immoral acts... But actually, screw the principle of charity, I'm not so generous as to believe that any fundamentalist actually DOES think that homosexuality and pedophilia are on par, rather they just know that society at large isn't going to buy their "homosexuality is a perversion" crap, at least in public discourse, and so they want to tie these together for purely rhetorical purposes.

Anyway, to return to my narrative... If it was just this one person making this kind of claim, I suspect I could've just ignored him, and continued posting at the Inn. And actually, it kinda was just the one person making the claim. But here's what really shat me: No one else, in a population of dozens, many of whom were posting on that thread, was willing to stand up and say "No, actually, what you're saying is disgusting, bigoted, and dangerous bullshit." And when I say no one else, I'm lying. There was one other person. But he too left in the fallout.

As to whether merely registering an objection then buggering off was a noble move, or whether it would've been better to hang around and argue at him, I don't know, or particularly care. I'd seen how the Evolution/Creationism threads went (namely, 'on forever'), and so I knew there would be no changing his mind. And everyone else just didn't seem to care (charitably, because they just figured "oh, another fundie on the internet, what's new," but to take this attitude with a member of a tight community of 'internet friends,' in the best possible sense of that worrying term, seems a little much). Besides, I had been posting less and less up to that point anyway, and I suspect this occurred around when uni work was starting to demand more of my attention than internet shenanigans.

Anyway, that's about the entire story. More recently I've revisited what little remains of that community. Many people have left, including the fundie... And surprisingly the other guy that left at the same time as me has recently returned. These days, though there are a very few people I have a strongish, purely online relationship with, there are none from overseas, let alone a whole community from all around the world (well, all around North America and Europe anyway). I still, looking back, really enjoy the dynamic that existed in that community for so long, and find it hard to imagine anything quite similar enough anywhere online. But, you know, that's probably a common enough feeling.

Anyway, I think this post is done, but I can't help but trying to end by coming back to something like the original point, and giving a link to this piece by Jeremy Bentham. As the site claims, it is the first known argument for the decriminalisation of homosexuality in England, written (though sadly, I think, unpublished) in 1785. Go Bentham! Of course, he's not going to stop calling it a perversion and an abomination, but hell, it was 1785. Also, it contains one of my favourites quotes:

"It is wonderful that nobody has ever yet fancied it to be sinful to scratch where it itches, and that it has never been determined that the only natural way of scratching is with such or such a finger and that it is unnatural to scratch with any other."

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Live in a swamp and be three dimensional!

I just finished watching L.A. Story, probably for only the third or second time. I would've last seen it... Probably a decade ago. But I remembered it throughout that time as among my favourite movies, and upon rewatching it, I'm still very fond of it. I also now have an explanation for my really liking Richard E. Grant despite only remembering him in Gosford Park, which utterly failed to interest me. And yes, I will get around to watching some Posh Nosh when my internet rejuvinates itself. And, my God, I still haven't seen Withnail And I...

Anyway, yeah, L.A. Story. It's written by Steve Martin. Now for some reason I always find myself feeling the need to defend Steve Martin - possibly because of Cheaper By The Dozen and films of its ilk - so maybe if I just do it here on this Blog thing that I can just verbalink people to it in future.

Now I'm probably pretty biased towards Steve Martin in a I Grew Up Watching His Films kind of way. Actually, on reading through his filmography at wikipedia, the only film there that really stands out from my childhood, besides L.A. Story, is ¡Three Amigos!, which I must've seen a billion times, but haven't revisited, again for about 10 years. I have a sneaking suspicion that that one will be a little crappier with age, but I'd be willing to give it a shot. Others of his films that really stick out in my mind, like Little Shop Of Horrors (so good), Roxanne, Parenthood, Housesitter, and The Jerk, I think I saw only a... half dozen years ago. In particular, Dead Men Wear Plaid, an excellent film noir homage, I saw, and wrote about, for the HSC.

I suspect my feeling like I saw more of his films when I was really young comes partly from my early habit of getting Steve Martin confused with Leslie Nielsen, in whose movies I really did overindulge as a youth. As to why I got them confused... Well, I was young and foolish, and they both have white hair. I also got James Bond mixed up with Indiana Jones until late high school.

Anyway, Steve Martin. Good times. I suppose that's the best defense I can really come up with. Yes, he's been in some crap movies. Yes, trying to fill Peter Sellers' shoes in The Pink Panther was probably a bad idea. But he's also really rather clever, pretty damn funny, and none too terrible at genuine, well executed Sentiment now and then.

Anyway, what's really the best defense I can come up with is this: If you haven't, read The Pleasure Of My Company. It really does stand out in my mind as one of the best books I've read. I'm often itching to reread it, but unfortunately I can't find it. Thus, no, I can't lend it to you. Louise, if you have it in England: I can't really complain, because you bought it in the first place. I actually haven't read anything else by him, mainly because Shopgirl got turned into a film that I didn't end up seeing, and I only just remembered, during the composition of this Proust, that he wrote Born Standing Up, a book of memoirs. Still, as I often tend to randomly repeat to strangers in the street, I would give anything to see a production of Picasso At The Lapin Agile, provided that anything was of equal value to a theatre ticket.

Next week, a defense of Leslie Neilsen! (Spoilers: It boils down to "watch Police Squad!"). (More Spoilers: I won't actually write a defense of Leslie Neilsen).

I wrote a run-on sentence.

Hey, looks like this might be my 250th post.

Unfortunately I don't have much to say... In this post.

Hey, I am the only one who is frequently tempted to substitute "Proust" for "Post"?

Also, should the ? have gone inside the quotes there?

Hey, told you I didn't have much to say. But, you know, it's been a week since I posted anything, and even that didn't make much sense. If you must know, that previous post was prompted by the dim memory of some No Republic logo I saw a decade or so ago.

What did I do for the last week, you ask? Well, in roughly reverse chronological order, I listened to some Lee Hazlewood (right now), I applied to U. Michigan, I thought about a blog post I could write, I worried about miscellaneous stuff and was paranoid about strangers while walking home at 3 am, I went to a housewarming which was pretty dang enjoyable, I saw Quantum of Solace which was as extremely mediocre as I has been led to expect by reviews, I did something on Fr- Oh, that's right, I saw The Mountain Goats in the greatest gorram concert of the year, I played some Bass in Guitar Hero 3, I played some tennis, I played some Advance Wars: Day Of Ruin, I watched some Wire, I played some Sam & Max games, I applied to Oxford, I played some Left 4 Dead until I got annoyed at it crashing all the time, I played some Munchkin, I played some Guitar in Guitar Hero 3, I bought a ticket to TV On The Radio and David Byrne (separately), I worried a whole lot about letters of recommendation, and I felt rather guilty and disappointed about not going to a picnic that was by all accounts pretty damn awesome.

So now you know.