Sunday, March 20, 2005

Torture, Sadism, Death...all the usual cheerful blogging topics

The other day I expressed strenuous disagreement with a recent post of Eugene Volokh's, in which Volokh stated outright -- not suggested, not hinted, not said "Hey what if...", but stated outright -- that we should take a page from the book of the Iranian justice system and start using cruel and unusual punishments for heinous crimes. I figured I'd just express my strenuous disapproval and let that be it, but now I see that a blogger whose politics are quite a bit to the right of mine, but still a blogger whose thoughtfulness and, yes, adherence to reason I've respected ever since I discovered his blog, Michael Lopez of Highered Intelligence, has cast his lot with Prof. Volokh.

My intention here isn't to enter into debate on this matter, since I am personally aghast that anyone thinks that there's anything to debate here at all. Since 9-11-01, the American people have been told repeatedly, ad nauseum, that we are at war with the Islam world, and that this conflict represents no less than a clash of our "enlightened" Western values against a more, shall we say, "medieval" enemy. That we are now told that, the war aside, there are things we could learn from these medieval enemies of ours in the realm of criminal justice strikes me as a particularly ghoulish irony. Believe me, folks: I may be an admitted, and proudly admitted, liberal, but I am not a postmodernist, Western-civilization hating, "destructive multiculturalist" leftist. I do not personally subscribe to the "Good West against the Heathen Islamics" view of what's going on in the world today, but that doesn't mean that I'm an admirer of a lot of what goes on in the Islamic Middle East these days. As far as I am concerned, the less my country has in common with present-day Iran, the better. And, quite frankly, I object strongly to Michael's characterization of this view as a general Western approach to such matters as (his words) "Let's be pansies." I'm not interested in "being a pansy". I want to be better than the other guy.

I'd like to respond to a couple of Michael's other specific points. First, he says this:

That's where I think flogging and burning at the stake and so forth can be useful: as an expression by society that this criminal has forfeited the security of society, that the criminal has so violated our agreed upon behaviors, that we are withdrawing even the most fundamental protections. By torturing such a criminal to death, we are reinforcing the idea that mercy, and even such a thing as a "clean death" are punishments reserved for those who walk among us, not those who declare war on us.


That's almost persuasive -- except for one thing. Michael's claim is that a torturous, brutal death would serve as a statement by society. But a statement to whom? The criminal who has already demonstrated, by way of action, his complete apathy for any statement society might make? or is it a statement to society, a kind of reinforcement of an idea? Well, if the former, then it's useless, and if the latter, it's precisely as useless, because members of society already believe these things. I don't see where any purpose is fundamentally served by the course of action Michael and Prof. Volokh support.

Michael then proceeds to what I think is the most compelling argument against Volokhian torture: that it diminishes our humanity. It makes us lesser people. Our willingness to say to a criminal that we are prepared to do to them exactly what we abhor them having done to us reduces us, in a very real way. Prof. Volokh disputed this claim (resoundingly unconvincingly), but Michael's reponse to this idea is more troubling: he basically says, "So what?" If we grant that we become a lesser society when we do such things, well, so be it, because at least we're not as bad as the serial killer or rapist or whatever. Well, as a moral argument, the "At least we're still better than that guy" argument has never impressed me. That Saddam Hussein did horrible things to his people doesn't mean that Abu Ghraib was the right thing to do. Since I'm concerned with the betterment of society, this argument is, so far as I can see, a complete non-starter.

Underlying Michael's post is a machismo that I find more than a little odd. His general position seems to be that if we don't allow "society" to act upon criminals with brutal force, it's because we're soft, we're "effete wusses" -- again his words -- who are more concerned with our individual humanity than "protecting the institution" of society. But since society is comprised of individuals, I fail to see just how a wholesale degrading of one area of individual morality, across the board, can strengthen the society of which those individuals are its atoms.

In the end, Michael wraps up with this:

I think that the world would be a better place if we had a little more savagery in the way we deal with certain types of criminals. I think it's ludicrous that every TV reporter and panel expert I've seen agrees that it is just as likely Scott Petersen will die of old age as it is that his sentence will be carried out. But if I want to see a better world come about, I'm going to have to do some convincing. I can't just say "we'll agree to disagree" and call it a day.


Consider that: the world would be a better place if we did as the Iranians do. Again, this very thought throws me into cognitive dissonance: we can see a world right now where people do as the Iranians do. It's called Iran. Is that really the model we want for our "better world"?

I'm reminded of all the brutal forms of punishment that once existed, but are no longer used. People are no longer put in iron maidens. Neither are they burned at the stake. Sailors who commit crimes are no longer keelhauled. We in the West tend to look down on the rigid adherence to Islamic law that proscribes that women found guilty of adultery be buried to their necks and then stoned to death. (Click that link, and note the country where that's apparently still part of the criminal justice system's bag of tricks. Again: is this our model?) I would also point out that we are on the threshold of one of Christendom's holiest days -- the holiest day, in fact -- which commemorates the brutal punishment meted out upon the Son of God, and the failure of that punishment to stymie His message. I'm not sure that last is relevant, but I note the irony of timing.

And beyond just the matters of brutal punishments we don't use anymore, the world keeps making progress, doesn't it? Consider just the last 150 years or so: slavery in the West has ended, although it's got a way to go before it's eliminated worldwide. Women in the West not only can vote just about everywhere, but several Western countries have even gone so far as to entrust their highest political offices to women. No one would claim that racial relations in America, while still disturbingly troublesome, aren't better than they were just a few decades ago. Five years ago we closed out a century that saw the rise of both Communism and Fascism, and the defeat of each (well, Communism's still kicking, but not with nearly as much vitality). We've made progress in science, in the environment, we've flown and gone to space.

Would the world be a better place if we in the West went back to doing the things to criminals that Michael and Prof. Volokh suggest? I prefer to think that the world is a better place, at least in part because we don't do these things anymore.

Fly the Friendly (Niagara) Skies

The major airport in Western New York is the Buffalo Niagara International Airport, which used to be a really grungy place until the old airport, with its East and West terminals neither of which had the same architecture as the other, was basically demolished in favor of the really nice airport that services the region today. I actually tend to really enjoy airports; they're a great place to people-watch, and if you're attentive you'll witness moments of sadness as people leave their loved ones to go traveling as well as moments of happiness as loved ones return. The saddest airport moment I ever saw was while I was waiting for a flight, and at the next gate over, it came time for some poor little nine-year-old girl to board her flight to go back to her mother, having just spent a couple of weeks with her divorced father. It was a really sad scene to behold.

But anyway: the very name "Buffalo Niagara International Airport" implies that the airport is a regional one, serving the entirety of our region, and that's about right: just about all commercial air travel in these parts takes off from BNIA, and well it should. It is fairly centrally located, and unlike many regional airports, it's neither hard to get to nor an absurd distance from, well, everything.

But there's another airport in Niagara Falls, NY, that has basically been sitting idle for years. Now, it's not totally idle -- there is a small air cargo industry that operates there, charter flights use to Niagara Falls land there, and the NFIA's runway is shared by an adjoining United States Airforce Base. And it's the runway that's the most interesting thing about NFIA: it's much longer than the runway at BNIA, since it has to be able to service those gigantic aircraft that take off and land from the USAF base. Which means that the NFIA is something of an untapped resource, and there have been sporadic efforts in recent years to tap it.

First there was a bizarre attempt to lease the entire facility to some Spanish company for a very low amount of money, with the exact benefits of doing so a bit unclear -- no one knew if this company really planned to upgrade NFIA and start using it as a passenger airport or what. That deal was scuttled. Other attempts to bring in low-cost carriers to NFIA have failed, since there simply isn't enough demand for new passenger air travel into the region. BNIA serves the region's passenger air needs just fine, although charter overflow is well-directed there. And there have been rumblings about turning NFIA into the hub of a greatly-increased air cargo industry. I personally find that idea fairly compelling, although I'm really not at all convinced that it's feasible. ArtVoice, Buffalo's independent weekly newspaper, used to tout this idea with regularity, although they seem to have backed off it more recently.

The latest item of interest for NFIA is interesting indeed: it seems that Airbus needs to build a manufacturing facility somewhere in the United States, and NFIA has been submitted as a possibility. The requirements are almost perfectly suited to NFIA:

Among the specifications the prospective sites must meet are: access to an extra-long airport runway, railroad lines, and the availability of a deep water port for transfer of aircraft fuselage and wings to the production location.


I like that last part especially, since I assume that Buffalo would be the deep water port (although I suppose it could be Rochester as well). This would be a hefty shot in the arm for the local manufacturing base, as well as put the Buffalo Niagara region on the "international commerce" map.

Landing this deal is, of course, far from easy: twenty-three states are expected to submit three sites each for consideration. But I hope that our civic leaders around here, such as they are, aren't in the least bit daunted by that. We've landed Geico and we've landed Bass Pro. Now let's get the big fish on the hook and reel it in.

(Alan and Craig also like this idea.)

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Accessorizing

I'm not sure why Jostein would want one of these, but then, you know those whacky European Socialist kids. They'll buy anything.

Which reminds me: back in the late 1990s, when catalog shopping was significantly more popular than it is now, I received a couple of installments of a catalog that was devoted purely to Russian memorabilia and, well, generally Russian stuff. You could buy tins of caviar from them, as well as matryoshka dolls that stood a foot tall and included upwards of twenty-five or thirty "interior" dolls. And you could also get all manner of memorabilia from the Soviet military, the most spectacular example of which was -- I kid you not -- an office desk chair fashioned from the ejector seat of a decommissioned MiG fighter jet. Wow.

Anyway, I did a little bit of Googling to see if I could find a website for that catalog, and I didn't find it, but I did locate this emporium of Russian and Soviet collectibles. I guess this is your one-stop shop for your John Le Carre novel-reenactment party needs.

Damn you, Scalzi!

Dear John:

I have work to do: kids to feed, a story to print off for submission to a market, a grocery list to compile, a trip to The Store to acquire items on said grocery list, more writing to do, maybe some laundry, and a pile of CDs for review that require me to listen to them.

So, I'd really really really appreciate it if you stop linking things like the Retail Alphabet Game, which just consumed twenty minutes of my time. (I did surprisingly poorly, given that I've spent eight of the eleven years since college in restaurants and retail.)

And while you're not linking things like that, I'd find it especially helpful if you wouldn't link stuff like this. I can't write stories in which I delve into issues of emotional despair and heartbreak and pathological angst if I'm clicking a button so I can look at one cute fuzzy kitten after another.

Your appreciation in this matter is expected, or your home shall be visited by an army of childless Confederate-fetishists.

Thank you.

Love,
Me

Eureka!, part the second.

I noted yesterday that I've managed to implement a list of previous posts on each individual post page (i.e., when reading a single post via a link to that post, you'll see the list in the sidebar, while it does not appear on the main page). I have now successfully republished the entire archive of Byzantium's Shores such that this list should appear on every post I've ever written. I like this feature a lot, and if any Blogger users are wondering how to do it themselves, well, go pound salt! BWAA-HAHAHAHA!!

And, after you're done pounding salt, see the helpful instruction on the required code here. I coupled this info with Blogger's conditional tags in order to get the list to only appear on individual post pages. It all took about a half hour of tweaking to get it to look right.

Now, if Blogger would find a way to have real TrackBacks. Not that I haven't gotten along just fine without real TrackBacks, but all the Cool Kids say that Blogger needs TrackBacks, and never let it be said that I don't want what the Cool Kids want.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Judging the book by its cover....

Jayme Lynn Blaschke has been discussing the cover art for his book Voices of Vision, most recently here. Since he mentions that he's been soliciting opinions on the cover art, I guess I'll note that I hate it. I mean, I think that's one ugly cover. I'm sure the book is terrific, but man, that picture on the cover is just ghastly.

Here's a close-up of the cover. Jayme's one hundred percent right: this image conveys neither "Voices" nor "Vision". It conveys stark horror.

Eureka!

I have finally managed to figure out how to do something I've been meaning to implement here: each individual post page on Byzantium's Shores will, starting with this post, include a brief list of links to previous posts in the sidebar. This list will not be visible on the main page, however. Hopefully such a list will encourage visitors who are coming from other blogs to stick around a bit.

I may get around to a complete republish of the entire blog one of these days, so that (theoretically) each post would have such a list, but complete republishes always take quite a while and aggravate the hell out of me (one of the cruel fates of having a three-year-old, frequently-updated weblog).

Onward and Upward!

Geek life marches on!

I've been wondering, as a nearly card-carrying geek, just what I'd have to look forward to after this summer. I mean, the Lord of the Rings movies are done, The Hobbit is currently just a dream, Star Trek is pretty much dead in the water after the stunning dreck that was Nemesis, and Star Wars is soon to end. 'Tis almost more than I can bear....

....so bring on the superhero who, in all the recent spate of comic books-turned-movies, has been left out in the cold. I'm talking about that wondrous Amazon Princess herself, Wonder Woman!!

And in better news, the new Wonder Woman project is in good hands. No Michael Bay hackery here, thank you very much: According to AICN, the task of writing and directing a Wonder Woman feature has been assigned to Buffy and Angel genius Joss Whedon. That's just great news. AICN speculates that Warner Bros., the studio backing the project, wants the Wonder Woman film ready for summer 2006. At last! Something to look forward to!

By the way, since it's been over six months since I last posted these two images, here's what Wonder Woman had damned well better look like in the movie. Believe me, folks: this is a film in which I shall have a substantial amount of adolescent fantasy invested. Don't let me down, Mr. Whedon!


And of course:


Wow-za. (Which makes me think: what actresses out there are capable of this?)

Hmmm....so far, so good....

Blogger seems to be working a bit better today than it's been working over the last couple of weeks. The Blogger service has been unimaginably glacial of late, as many have discovered, and like many other Blogger users, my recent sparse posting schedule has partly resulted from problems with the service.

I see that the Blogger folks are on the case, as I'd hope they would be. I still wish they'd be more "quick on the trigger" in updating status.blogger.com -- i.e., posting a status message there before a problem is several hours or days old -- but they have been diligent in the past in fixing stuff, even if they take a while to do it. I'm enough of a "grizzled veteran" of Blogger to know that this kind of thing happens on occasion. Usually it's not as bad as the recent spell of poor service has been, but they're on it.

(BTW, since Blogger is now reaching at least five years in operation, I wonder if it might be time for them to revisit their "Nothing is ever deleted from our servers" policy. I wonder how many old and abandoned blogs are cluttering things up over there. Maybe they should adopt a policy whereby if you abandon your blog for a year, it's deleted, or maybe stored in reduced form in some kind of archive where its content is only accessible under certain conditions?)

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Yup, another bunch o' questions

Not to be confused with the "Five Questions" thing:

1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A SECOND HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?

I'd like to have a first house before I get a second one. The first one would be somewhere in Buffalo's Southtowns.

2. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLES OF CLOTHING?

Overalls, henley shirts, long-sleeve t-shirts. I also like nicer sweatshirts. Comfort is the main concern of mine, with respect to clothing.

3. THE LAST CDs YOU BOUGHT?

The Aviator score album (Howard Shore's music), a live album by Dougie MacLean, "Bedlam Boys" by Buffalo Celtic band Kilbrannan.

4. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?

Too damn early. Do I need to put a number on it? (OK, 6:15 on workdays, 7:00 on weekends.)

5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE?

Defining "appliance" as "stuff I plug in", it's a toss-up between the coffee maker (now ten years old and still going strong), the waffle-maker (a gift from my mother-in-law; old waffle-makers are so much better than new ones), and the crockpot. A crockpot itself isn't cool, but the food it makes sure is.

6. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

I think I can still lay claim to playing the trumpet. If I had to pick a new instrument, I'd pick the Uillean Pipes.

7. FAVORITE COLOR?

Purple.

8. WHICH VEHICLE DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR, MOTORCYCLE, OR SUV?

None of these. I want a nice hybrid car for my next vehicle. (Of course, by the time I can afford a new car, we'll finally have those flying cars they promised that we'd have by the year 2000.)

9. DO YOU BELIEVE IN THE AFTERLIFE?

No. But I don't disbelieve it, either. I'll find out when I die.

10. FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK?

Lloyd Alexander's Chronicles of Prydain series. Or Curious George. I also really enjoy reading the Eloise books to the daughter.

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?

Fall.

12. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?

I have no tattoos. I also have no piercings. But I do have long, luxurious hair.

13. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPERPOWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Flight. Or spider powers. Or razor-sharp adamantium claws.

14. CAN YOU JUGGLE?

Balls? No. Tasks? Yes.

15. ONE PERSON/PEOPLE FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK TO?

Either of my grandmothers.

16. WHAT IS UNDER YOUR BED?

Boxes of stuff.

17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DAY?

Sundays. I like Saturday nights, too.

18. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI OR HAMBURGER?

Hamburger. But I like sushi.

19. FROM THE PEOPLE WHO NORMALLY READ YOUR BLOG, WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST?

No idea in the slightest.

20. ON WHICH BLOG DID YOU FIND THIS MEME?

Musical Perceptions.

21. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?

Roses and African violets.

23. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MEAL?

Pizza. Or a good Buffalo fish fry. Or Chinese take-out. Or authentic dim-sum at a restaurant in Toronto's Chinatown. Or a big-ass burger with fries. Or a good salad with lots of veggies that I like and four kinds of cheeses. Or a big pot of chili. Or pastitsio. Or lasagna. Or a Sahlen's hot dog grilled and topped with onions and yellow mustard. Or a thick Italian sausage on a bun, grilled and topped with grilled onions and green peppers and brown mustard. Or....dammit, I'm hungry now.

24. DESCRIBE YOUR PJS.

I don't sleep in pj's. I shall divulge nothing more of my sleeping habits than that.

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BREAKFAST?

Waffles and sausage. Or a bowl of cereal -- I like Raisin Bran and Frosted Shredded Wheat. Golden Grahams are a guilty pleasure, but they're freakishly expensive. I also try to eat a piece of fresh fruit with every breakfast -- an apple or a banana, usually.

26. DO YOU LIKE YOUR JOB?

Immensely. That I'd find so much satisfaction in being the clean-up guy at a grocery store strikes me as one of life's unpredictable amusements.

27. WHAT IS YOUR DREAM JOB?

I answered this the other day -- writing.

28. WHAT AGE DO YOU PLAN TO RETIRE?

From writing? Never.

29. WHERE DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE OR SIGNIFICANT OTHER?

My college concert band -- she played the oboe.

30. SOMETHING YOU WOULD LIKE TO DO THAT YOU HAVE NEVER DONE BEFORE.

Publish a piece of fiction in a way that gets paid. I'd also like to travel. And though I've done it before, I'd like to vote for a winning Presidential candidate.

That's why I don't read him, either.

Lileks manages to babble about Star Wars, John Williams, and even toss in a mention of Berlioz. Three great loves of mine -- and he's full of crap about each one, almost. Oy.

Oh, so THAT's why I don't read him.

I see a blog called "Volokh Conspiracy" mentioned here and there, but I've never read it, until Matthew Yglesias linked this nauseating post. If this is what passes for "reason" in Right Blogistan, leave me out of it.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

A Musical Quote

I think that Lynn Sislo has been monopolizing the "Musical Quote" thing long enough! So, here are some words of wisdom from George Bernard Shaw:

Call no conductor sensitive in the highest degree to musical impressions until you have heard him in Berlioz and Mozart.


As a lover of Berlioz and Mozart, I find that quote sheer brilliance.

When the words flow....

Over the last week, I've written and edited an entire short story -- 2100 words. Not an amazing accomplishment, really, but ever since Little Quinn's birth the "fiction" part of my brain has been pretty much stalled. This is an interesting development. I hope it continues.

The story, by the way, is a reworking of the myth of the Selkie Mermaid, told from the point of view of the child produced by the union of the mermaid and a man. I'm not sure why this story poured out of me so quickly -- maybe it's just the impending St. Patrick's Day, coupled with the fact that lately Celtic music has comprised the major part of my music listening. Anyway, I'm not complaining.

Star Wars! Nothing but Star Wars!

As long as I'm poking around Simon's blog, I see that he posts answers to an extensive poll about all things Star Wars. And obviously, I can't allow this to go unanswered, myself, so here goes.

(First off, the significance of the title of Simon's post is that the number in question is the serial number of the trash compactor in A New Hope.)

And now, the queries:

1. Best Star Wars moment:

For me, the defining moment in the entire saga is when Luke's X-wing sinks into the swamp in The Empire Strikes Back, and Yoda chooses that moment to make his most profound object lesson. Plus, that particular scene is scored wondrously by John Williams.

2. Best Hero:

Luke Skywalker. I guess Han Solo would be the "cool" pick, but I've got to go with the guy who redeems Darth Vader.

3. Best Villain:

I'll rule out Vader and Palpatine, since they're blindingly obvious. For the rest, I'll pick Count Dooku. I love his chilling switch from trying to convince Obi Wan to join him to a more ominous, "It may be difficult to secure your release." Meaning, "We're going to kill you."

4. Best Alien / Creature:

The succession of large fish in the underwater segment of The Phantom Menace.

5. Best Minor Character:

Jango Fett. ("I'm just a simple man trying to make my way in the Universe" is a great line.)

6. Best line of dialogue:

Han Solo: "Never tell me the odds!"

7. Sexiest character:

I really don't think of Star Wars in terms of sexual themes. That said, Padme looks really gorgeous when she and Anakin arrive at the island retreat in Attack of the Clones. (Leia and the gold bikini never excited me, really. Since I dig long hair, Leia's dress in the Ewok village was much more my speed. Although I've always wondered how the Ewoks were able to sew something so perfectly for someone twice their measurements.)

8. Best costume:

Again, I have to rule out the obvious (Darth Vader). Those red-clad Imperial Guards sure looked menacing.

9. Best haircut:

Huh?! I mean -- huh?! Qui Gon Jinn, I guess.

10. Best innuendo:

OK, this is going to get me totally pilloried, but I don't care. I actually like Anakin's ham-handed attempt to be poetic ("I don't like sand....") in AoTC. Padme just kind of gets this look like she has no idea what the hell he's babbling about. I've always believed that this awful line is awful by design (it's no accident, I think, that every horrible line in that film comes from Anakin).

11. Best Lightsabre:

Luke's green one in Return of the Jedi. It's the first time we really see Luke pop open the proverbial can o' Jedi whoop-ass.

12. Best Gun:

Han's blaster.

13. Best Fight:

Should I just go ahead and name the Obi Wan/Anakin thriller that's coming in Revenge of the Sith? If not, I'll take Vader versus Luke in The Empire Strikes Back.

14. Best Vehicle:

The Millennium Falcon. Although Count Dooku's solar-sailer is pretty neat.

15. Best Title:

Attack of the Clones. It just sounds campy as all hell, which is as it should be. I find it funny that people like me get all hyper and serious about a movie series with titles like Attack of the Clones, The Empire Strikes Back, and The Phantom Menace.

16. Best Toy:

Huh. Truth to tell, I never had that many Star Wars toys. I've always wanted a die-cast Millennium Falcon, though.

17. Best Spoof / Spinoff:

This. I still watch this every now and then.

18. Best Game:

Not familiar with many of them at all. But I did like the vector-graphics 1980s arcade Star Wars game.

19. Best use of, "I have a bad feeling about this."

Anakin's, as the execution-by-horrible-hungry-beastie in AoTC begins. He managed to sound cocky and understated at the same time.

20. Best use of the Force:

Luke's trusting of the Force when he destroys the Death Star.

21. Best Poster:

The teaser poster for The Phantom Menace, in which Anakin-as-a-boy casts Darth Vader's shadow on the wall.

22. Best Trailer:

The first trailer for The Phantom Menace, which provided our first glimpses back into the Star Wars universe in fifteen years.

23. Best Death:

Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker.

24. Best Entrance:

Not really an "entrance", I guess, but when the doors open to the dining room in The Empire Strikes Back, revealing Darth Vader.

25. Best Chase Sequence:

The asteroid field in The Empire Strikes Back.

26. Best Action Set Piece:

The Battle of Hoth.

27. Best musical cue:

Hoo-boy. Here's a tough one. Seriously, John Williams has done so much amazing work on Star Wars that I'm tempted to duck this question entirely. But one cue always seems to rise to the top whenever I go on a Star Wars music listening binge: "The Clash of Lightsabers" from The Empire Strikes Back.

28. Best sound effect:

Lightsaber ignition.

29. Best visual effect:

An obvious choice would be lightsabers, so I'll go non-obvious. Like him or hate him, Jar Jar is a pretty amazing accomplishment. So are the Clone Troopers. (Did you know that in all of AoTC, there is not a single shot of a clone trooper that involves an actor wearing a clone trooper costume? They are all digital.)

30. Best expanded universe character:

Hmmmm. Grand Admiral Thrawn is pretty obvious, so I'll go with his second-in-command, Captain Paellion (my spelling may be off), who -- while being Imperial -- is competent and principled.

31. Best Gag:

Yup, the stormtrooper hitting his head on the door in A New Hope. I love that it's become a recurrent gag, to the point that for the recent DVD release of the original trilogy, George Lucas actually added in an audible "bonk" sound for the gaffe.

32. Best Planet:

Coruscant. The ten-seconds or so in The Phantom Menace depicting sunset on Coruscant are as beautiful a sight as any I've ever seen in a film.

33. Best Special Edition Tweak:

The herd of Banthas in Return of the Jedi.

34. Best Film:

A New Hope. I know that conventional wisdom has TESB taking the prize, but ANH started it all.

(35. Worst scene:)

(I'm adding this entry, just because I don't want anyone to think I'm so blinkered in my admiration of George Lucas that I think he's done flawless work, especially on the Prequels. The scene between Padme and Jar Jar in the hold of the Queen's ship in The Phantom Menace is just a horrible, awful scene. It's a "filler" scene, it feels like a "filler" scene, and it's not even a good "filler" scene.)

(36. Honorable mention Worst Scene:)

(Just to demonstrate that the Original Trilogy had its own hiccups, I point out the scene in The Empire Strikes Back when Luke's in the hospital bed. Here's a scene that posits "scruffy-looking Nerf-herder" as a terrible insult. Ye Gods.)

Capezzoli di Venere

In the film Amadeus, there is a scene where Constanze Mozart, the great composer's wife, goes behind his back to try and gain favor with Salieri, so that Mozart will be able to make more money. In this scene, Salieri -- who has no intention of helping Mozart at all -- gets on Constanze's good side by offering her an apparently decadent confection of Roman chestnuts in brandied sugar. The more erotic name for this item is "Capezzoli di Venere", or "Nipples of Venus", because -- well, they look like breasts.

Anyway, I did a Google search on "Nipples of Venus" on a whim, and actually found a recipe for them. Looking at the recipe, I'm not sure if this actually results in something that looks like what's depicted in the movie, but it does look pretty good. Maybe with white chocolate instead of semi-sweet?

(EDIT: I changed the link to one that uses the same recipe as the previous link, but that includes a picture of the "Nipples of Venus" from the movie.)

Five Questions, take one

Here's the first installment in my current iteration of the "Five Questions" game, with questions posed by Simon:

1. You are given free rein within a single paragraph to elucidate on the core of the appeal that Star Wars has to you. Make every word count.

It makes me wonder, it thrills me, it was the first thing that made me think of story in terms of archetype, and it was the first story that made me think in terms of good and evil. That's all I need, really.

2. You are given the opportunity to bequeath perfect health upon your son at the cost of yourself inheriting his every malaise. What do you do and why?

Nothing, because I can't predict the future for him, but I do recall one thing one of his doctors said in the NICU: "This level of brain injury in an adult would result in a complete, irreversible coma with no hope of awakening."

This probably sounds flip; I mean, who wouldn't jump at the opportunity to confer perfect health upon their child? Well, there's the nature of his illness, and the fact that for my family right now, a healthy him and a vegitative me would be far, far worse than the circumstance that exists now.

Plus, I've never been one to subscribe to the view that parents should be willing to sacrifice everything for their children. I don't understand the view that once children arrive, all of an adult's dreams and wishes and desires should suddenly be stuck on life's back burner.

(Ironically enough, Simon has a post today that's germane to this very topic. As bad as Little Quinn has it, the thing with cerebral palsy is that it doesn't get worse. The affliction Simon's co-worker's son is suffering does.)

(BTW, I often think about how stunningly sad the entire Buffalo-Niagara region is going to be when Jim Kelly's son inevitably passes away. It's hard for me not to think about stuff like this nowadays.)

3. Working at The Store is not your dream job. What is, and, more specifically, what is preventing you from realising it?

Writing, obviously – writing what I want, when I want, how I want. For the most part, I am realizing it; except that I'm not getting paid for it. So why is that? Time, possibly; I don't have enough of it. But then, neither do lots of people. So maybe I just don't have the right level of "drive" to do what I need to do to get there -- drive to write enough, drive to market it, who knows. Strangely, I'm slowly making my peace with that.

4. If you could give one piece of music to everyone in the world to listen to, which would it be?

Rachmaninov's Symphony No. 2 in E-minor. Or the Jeff Beck/Rod Stewart cover of Curtis Mayfield's "People Get Ready". I'd probably flip a coin.

More seriously, though, I don't think there's any way that having everybody listen to a work of my choice would be very effective. There are classical listeners who would eat Rachmaninov up, but there are also classical listeners who can't abide Russian Romanticism. And there are people who don't grok classical at all.

So what I'd really like to do is give every single person on Earth an iPod or some similar device, tell them all to cue up some piece of music that means most to them, and then all sit down at one time and listen. Silence would reign all over the world -- but in the inner ears of every human, there'd be music. And then a new era of peace and joy would dawn on Earth. (More likely, we'd just go back to screwing and killing each other, but man, that hour or so of silence would be golden.)

5. Finally getting around to cleaning up the clutter in your domicile, you stumble upon a time machine that you forgot you invented while in the throes of creative abandon. Which single historical event (in ANY time) do you go back to witness and not affect in any way?

Just one? Shit. I want to go to Dallas on November 22, 1963 and see just who, if anyone, was behind the fence on the grassy knoll. But I also want to be on the deck of the Titanic and see just how close James Cameron got it. I'd like to be able to see a "time lapse" of early life on Earth. I'd like to be at Agincourt and see how close Shakespeare was to what King Henry V really said. And for nerdy personal reasons, I'd want to be at the Chinese Theater in Hollywood on May 25, 1977. Oh, and I'd like to be at that magnificent Bills-Oilers playoff game in January 1993, when the Bills rallied to win after they fell behind 35-3. I'd like to see that one because...I went grocery shopping at halftime, figuring the Bills to be out of it. When I got home, they were only down 35-24.

I have another set of five questions coming soon (actually, I already have them, I just have to finish answering them and post 'em). If anyone wants me to ask five questions, leave your request in comments. And feel free to ask me five questions, if you so desire. It's a fun way to "blog outside the box".

Monday, March 14, 2005

Quiver before the ultimate cuteness!

A friend e-mailed me this picture, and I feel the need to unleash its unnatural power upon Blogistan. Quiver, mere mortals!


You are powerless before the combined might of...the kitties!!!

Uh, Oliver?

It ain't gonna happen. Time to move on to something more productive.

In George We Trust!

No, not that George. I'm talking about George Lucas. I watched last night's interview with him on 60 Minutes, and as ever, he's a fascinating man. And if he is, as Drew Vogel calls him, "a washed-up hack", well -- I hope that when I am a washed-up hack I'm as successful as George Lucas, with his multimedia empire. Of course, I don't admit for one second that Lucas is a washed-up hack, but that's neither here nor there.

("Washed-up hack" seems a bit strong, in any case. You may not like his recent films, but "washed-up hack" seems like a phrase one might apply to, say, David Lee Roth or Piers Anthony, not a man who continues to be a filmmaking giant.)

Lucas spoke a bit about the strong possibility that Revenge of the Sith may draw a PG-13 rating, and that it may be too strong for children. I plan to see it first, before I make any attempt to take The Daughter to see it. (I wanted to take her to Attack of the Clones, when she was three, but the execution scene at the end pretty much ixnayed that idea.) She has seen all of the Lord of the Rings movies, but only on video, at home. While her favorite scene is the fight with the Balrog at the beginning of The Two Towers, I doubt she'd have the same opinion had she seen that on the big screen. Ditto the encounter with Shelob.

Also in the same interview, Lucas himself insisted that Episode VII will not happen and the cinematic Star Wars saga will end with the release of Revenge of the Sith. (Strangely, no mention was made at all of persistent rumors that a post-Episode III Star Wars television series is in development. I can't believe Leslie Stahl didn't ask Lucas about that.)

Now, as luck would have it, just last week in comments to this post of mine, Jayme Lynn Blaschke had this to say:

Supposedly last Star Wars movie ever. Lucas changes his mind like other people change underwear. I'll not completely write off 7, 8 and 9 until he's pushing up the daisies.


What Jayme is referring to is that back in the day, the Star Wars saga was always referred to as being nine films, not six -- although George Lucas has maintained in more recent interviews (and by "more recent" I mean, in the last ten years or so) that his real original idea was just to do six films. So I did a bit of research last night, looking into my incredibly-frayed copy of the book Once Upon an Empire: The Making of The Empire Strikes Back, which is basically an on-set diary kept by the unit publicist of The Empire Strikes Back. The book also includes interviews with just about every major person involved with making the film -- including George Lucas. And toward the end of the book, I find this exchange (on page 247, for anyone who owns a copy of the book):

AA [Alan Arnold, the book's author]: Tell me more about the overall concept of the Star Wars saga.

GL [George Lucas]: There are essentially nine films in three trilogies. The first trilogy is about the young Ben Kenobi and the early life of Luke's father, when Luke was a little boy. This trilogy takes place some twenty years before the second trilogy which includes Star Wars and Empire. About a year or two passes between each story in a trilogy and about twenty years pass between the trilogies. The entire saga spans about 55 years.


So there we have it: there were supposed to be nine films originally, so Lucas is wrong when he says he always intended just six.

Or, so we would have it, if the interview ended there. The very next exchange goes as follows:

AA: How much is written?

GL: I have story treatments on all nine. I also have voluminous notes, histories, and other material I've developed for various purposes. Some of it will be used, some not. Originally, when I wrote Star Wars, it developed into an epic on the scale of War and Peace, so big I couldn't possibly make it into a movie. So I cut it in half, but it was still too big, so I cut each half into three parts. I then had material for six movies. After the success of Star Wars I added another trilogy but stopped there, primarily because reality took over. After all, it takes three years to prepare and make a Star Wars picture. How many years are left? So I'm still left with three trilogies of nine films. At two hours each, that's about eighteen hours of film!


So, there we have it. Yes, there were once ideas for a total of nine Star Wars films, but when Lucas maintains that his original, core idea for Star Wars involved six films, he's telling the truth. Or at least, he's sticking to the story he's been telling since 1979, when this interview was conducted. His original story, the one which he wrote first and with which he is still emotionally invested, constituted six films. The seventh, eighth and ninth episodes were basically "afterthought".

Narratives in the News

One thing I've noticed over the last ten years or so is the growing need in the news media to come up with some kind of "Title" under which to categorize coverage of every major news story: "America, Under Attack!" was all over the place after 9-11; then it became "America Strikes Back!" when we attacked Afghanistan. I remember that I worked in an office during the first couple years of the Clinton Administration where we were subjected to Rush Limbaugh every day, and every hour led off with this deep-voiced guy saying "America -- Under Siege!"

Well, today at The Store I caught a bit of FOX News's continuing coverage of the Atlanta courthouse shootings and the heroic hostage who managed to get away and turn the guy in, and all through the coverage, FOX ran the tagline at the bottom of the screen: "Justice Under Attack". And I'm thinking, "Oh, come on."

That guy wasn't "attacking justice" just because he killed a judge and a deputy and a court reporter; he was a violent criminal committing a violent act in a bid for escape. That was it. Horrible, yes; an attack on an abstract concept, no. So why did FOX need that stupid tagline?

Oh, so CLOSE....

Longtime readers will remember that last summer, my long quest for my favorite, and elusive, candy bar came to an end when I found the Boyer Peanut Butter Smoothie, an all-peanut butter peanut butter cup, on sale at Vidler's in East Aurora. (Side note to my Buffalo readers: Vidler's is a freaking treasure. You must go there. Why that place isn't front-and-center on all of the Buffalo-Niagara region tourist literature is beyond me.)

Well, I'm at 7-11 this afternoon buying drinks for me and the kid (evil, thy name is "IBC Root Beer on tap at 7-11"), and I spied something nifty-looking: the fine people at Reese's, who have been doing variations on their classic Peanut Butter Cup for several years now (White Chocolate cups, Inside-Out cups, Big Cups, et cetera) now have a "Peanut Butter Lover's" limited edition out. Did I buy them? Oh, you bet.

And is it as good as the Boyer Peanut Butter Smoothie? Oh, it's so damned close...but no.

It's a really good item. I plan to fill my fridge with the things. But no, they're not replacing the Boyer delicacy, because Reese's just couldn't get beyond the idea that there had to be chocolate in this thing, somewhere -- so the bottom and sides of the cup are chocolate. There's the same peanut butter filling, and the "lid" of the cup is a peanut-butter shell, but there's still chocolate there. It's almost like someone at Reese's chickened out -- "It can't be all peanut butter! Who'd buy that!" -- and so, well, it looks like the small candy company from Altoona is still the king of Peanut Butter Cup World, as far as I am concerned.

(Sadly, Reese's is running a promotion where you vote for either the Peanut Butter Lover's cup, or the "Chocolate Lover's cup", which I have not tried -- I love chocolate, but what's the point of that thing?? -- and the Peanut Butter Lover's cup is getting its ass kicked as of this writing, 75-25%. Come on, America! Chocolate is wonderful stuff, but there are other candy flavors out there, awaiting your discovery!)

Liberatopia, revisited

Alan, the BuffaloPundit has been looking into the background of James Ostrowski, a guy who is trying to launch what he calls a "grassroots" campaign amongst Buffalo citizens to...well, I'm not sure what, exactly, beyond gutting government and slashing taxes to the absolute lowest level possible. He feels that the group in question, FreeBuffalo, more looks like a group pushing Libertarianism wherever it can than a group pushing what's best for Buffalo. As he said in this post:

The other thing that bugs me about Ostrowski and his group is what I perceive to be an underlying hostility; it's not love of Buffalo that's bringing them together, but hatred of taxes and politicians.


I hope that's not it, but from what little I've read, that seems to be about the right of it. I make no secret that I've never much grokked Libertarianism, because I quite frankly never feel like Libertarians really see all of the stuff in the real world that adds up to, you know, the real world. At least, not the ones who actually go whole-hog and identify themselves as Libertarians. Now, I think that libertarianism is a useful impulse for judging what we want government to be doing, but as a full-fledged approach to governance, it just doesn't do it for me.

So, if FreeBuffalo is really a group pushing for a Libertarian Buffalo, count me out, please.

(Oh, look: Ostrowski lists the ten worst US Presidents. I'm not sure I want to follow the political beliefs of a man who would make such a list and give spots 2, 3, and 4 to Abraham Lincoln, FDR, and Harry Truman, respectively. I seriously doubt that I'm going to reach the same political conclusions as such a person.)

Sunday, March 13, 2005

(Supplemental Burst of Weirdness)

Apparently Kim has managed to annoy some people with her opinions, one of which is that Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series is way too longwinded and dull. That last seems like less an opinion than a statement of verifiable fact to me (I count myself among the extremely lucky ones, having given up on Jordan a hundred pages into the second book), but there are people out there in the world who genuinely still await each thousand-page tome in Jordan's series with drooling anticipation.

But what's truly eye-popping, in this case, is the nature of the complaint on Kim's blog in the first place:

I think half of you are talking crap. Robert Jordan is my favourite book series ever! Sick of the wheel of time, if you think WoT is the only book to have similar ideas to another book then get your thumb out of your ass because EVERY book has similar ideas to other books. You mightn't of read them so how do you know? And if WoT is a LoTR like you claim, which it isn't, I prefer it this way. LoTR is the shittest book I ever read. I didn't like the book, drawn out to long...Movies ok though. Anyway you can't have read all the books yet, or up to book 8. Moiraine dies in book 5, gandalf doesn't die. If anyway is like gandolf it's cadsuane. if thats how you spell it. and to Shai'tan being another name for devil or evil or wateva, everybook that mentions evil is just copying of satan by ur veiw


(That is cut-and-pasted directly, by the way; I have made no effort to correct spelling or punctuation.)

It's pretty much pure difference of opinion here, which is fine as that goes, except that here we have a die-hard fan of The Wheel of Time claiming that The Lord of the Rings, which in its entirety is less than one-third the length of WoT as it stands right now (in its still uncompleted state), is "drawn out too long".

This reminds me of the episode of Friends when a love-sick, lonely Ross shacks up with Janice, the ultra-annoying former girlfriend of Chandler's who popped up at inopportune moments throughout the series's run. Ross has become so whiney that Janice dumps him, at which point Ross suddenly snaps back to reality when he says to her, "I've become so bad that...I annoy you. Oh. My. God."

(I know that this reference is meaningless to non-Friends fans, but it's the best I got right now.)

Sunday Burst of Weirdness

It's been a long time since I cited Warren Ellis in my "Burst of Weirdness" series, since -- well, it's kind of like when in my high school gym class, we were playing "Touch Football", with the school's starting varsity quarterback on one of the teams, so of course the other (mine, of course) kept getting clobbered until the gym teacher amended the rules that that QB was the only one who could get tackled. (Not that it helped. We still got clobbered. But it was fun getting to take free shots at the guy. I very nearly nailed him myself, but for a wicked block in the back that I now know should have drawn a fifteen-yard penalty.)

What I'm saying is that Warren Ellis is basically a one-stop weirdness shop, and I could fuel the Sunday Burst of Weirdness until the End of Time just by citing stuff he links. But sometimes, there's something that I just gotta link.

Like this record cover.

I demand that the contents of this album be reissued on CD, with instruction booklet and supplemental DVD!

What this town needs is a big concrete bridge!

Lynn Sislo found this aerial photography site, where I discovered in the New York State section this aerial image of downtown Buffalo, which starkly lays out the big problem the city has to overcome in terms of changing its infrastructure to minimize past errors and develop things the way we now know they should have done all along.

At the photo's center is downtown Buffalo proper, with One HSBC Center, the city's tallest building, towering over our minor-league baseball stadium. That oval-shaped building near the bottom, with the silver roof, is HSBC Arena, which was built eight or nine years ago with the promise that a new arena would spur all kinds of development on that end of Buffalo. Well, look at the photo. There's no development happening there.

Off the left is the city's waterfront, where the Buffalo River flows into the extreme end of Lake Erie (which just beyond empties into the Niagara River). That's the "Inner Waterfront", actually, and there's nothing doing down there. That bit of land over on the extreme left shows where the "Outer Waterfront" is -- it's the part of Buffalo's waterfront that sits right on Lake Erie, as opposed to the Buffalo River -- and there's very little happening down there, too. (Although there are some bizarrely huge plans in place.)

But notice one big thing about the city of Buffalo: downtown is very close to the waterfront, but on all sides facing the water, downtown Buffalo is hemmed in by elevated freeways. For reasons passing understanding, at some point years ago the powers-that-be in Buffalo decided that cutting downtown off from the water by erecting giant virtual barriers of concrete was a good idea, and now the city is brainstorming ways to fix this colossal error.

See that white-roofed building, just to the north of HSBC Arena? That's the old Memorial Auditorium (former home of the Sabres and other events), which is now slated to be gutted and turned into a Bass Pro Outdoor World store. The building is literally a stone's throw from not one but two elevated freeways, on two of its four sides. The higher of the two freeways, the one that runs southward past the HSBC Arena, is the Buffalo Skyway, which is one of the oddest roadways I've ever encountered. I actually love the drive up and over the Skyway; there's a wonderful moment on that road when you come around the Aud and all of Buffalo is right in front of you and for a split second it feels like you're flying (if you're driving fast enough). But a moment like that is high price to pay for such a giant concrete eyesore cutting off downtown from the waterfront, as well as casting under concrete shadow what should be the city's finest district.

We've got a lot of challenges here. Let's hope we're up to them.

"We shall double our efforts!"

Via John Scalzi I see that you can now get a LEGO kit of the second Death Star. How cool is that!

However, I have to note that between the LEGO-laser firing and the stand that supports this Death Star, the whole item reminds me more of Mike Wazowski than it does the lethal battle station from Return of the Jedi.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Passages

It's reported here that SF author Andre Norton is near death:

"She is losing the battle with her illness and is tired of fighting," wrote Sue Stewart on a Norton message board. "I made the decision late yesterday evening to bring her back home to be with us, her cat and her books when she departs.


Damn. At least we'll always have Norton's body of work -- which, since she was prolific and lived to 93, is quite a large body of work indeed. I need to read more of it, that's for sure.

Domestication, in progress

Three items of interest to home-bodies:

1. Tonight I made a favorite recipe of mine, Black bean and Beef Stew. This time, instead of using two pounds of ground beef, I used a little more than a pound of cut-up steak which I floured and browned, and made up the difference in meat bulk with thinly-sliced andouille sausage. And, to go with it, I made a loaf of beer bread, from the recipe in Emeril Lagasse's newest cookbook. (Yeah, I love Emeril. Deal with it. BAM!)

2. John Scalzi links the perfect recipe for roasted chicken. I'd try it, but I'm lazy: when I get a hankering for roasted chicken, I buy one for $4.99 at The Store. (But they're not organic. Oh well. Shoot my food up with chemicals, says I.) But there is a whole chicken in my freezer, so maybe I'll give this a shot.

3. I don't usually think of Snopes.com as a resource for home-ec type stuff, but this tip is right on: removing the layer of lint from the dryer's lint-trap isn't enough. You actually need to wash the thing.

OK, enough for now. I need to go hammer up some drywall or something.

Ten questions -- do I hear fifteen?

I now have two sets of five questions to answer. Anyone else want to ask me five questions, or have me ask you five questions?

Meanwhile, on the shores of Onondaga Lake....

I meant to link this two weeks ago, but I forgot. Since Buffalo and Erie County are in the midst of continued economic disaster (although there are hopeful signs for downtown Buffalo -- let's hear it for those "culturals"!), more cheerful economic news can be found in Syracuse, where the gigando-normous DestinyUSA project continues to grind merrily along. The big news is that a pre-Destiny project, a high-tech research center that will be necessary to develop the technologies that will make Destiny possible, has signed its first tenants:

Four technology companies will relocate here in the next few months - and will be the first tenants for Destiny USA's 1-million-square-foot research and development building to be constructed in Salina.


Yup, you read that right: companies relocating to Upstate New York. The initial forecast for employment by these companies? Eight hundred jobs in two years.

While we in Buffalo are finally becoming aware that there's water all over the place, Syracuse is busy sticking its finger in the dike.

(Yes, I'm still skeptical about locating the world's biggest mall/resort/casino/hotel complex/sports complex/spaceport in Syracuse, but hey, if they're getting ready to actually bring companies in to the area and hire people, I'll put my skepticism on the back burner.)

Stop this meme before it kills again!

No link, since I've seen it all over the place lately -- actually, I've always seen this all over the place: it's the statement, usually made when someone claims that people in Profession X or Business Y or Avocation Z are not paid enough, that if they want to make more, they should just quit and go get a job where they're paid more. This is complete nonsense, and it is basically meaningless -- it's just a different way of saying "Oh, shut up".

Changing jobs isn't like changing brands of Raisin-Bran, and it's not a simple thing like it is to stop buying Kellogg's and get Post instead.

(That said, it's simply a fact that not every job is going to get paid what it might morally deserve. What's morally desirable and economically possible are often two different things. Take it from a guy who thinks that the person cleaning the grocery store bathroom should be making $19.00 an hour, but who knows he'd be laughed out of the room, and rightly so, if he voiced that opinion.)

Whew....(from a thousand miles away)

I'm glad to see that the man who [allegedly] shot four people, killing three, in an Atlanta courtroom yesterday has been captured. These events kept unfolding on FOX News yesterday, which I saw on the TV in the cafe at The Store, every time I walked through to sweep or change the garbages. It boggled my mind that security in a courthouse in one of the nation's largest cities could be so lax as to allow a criminal to wrest a firearm away from a deputy, and then allow him to escape after killing three people. But then, I don't have a whole lot of experience with city courthouses, so maybe it really is easier than I would suspect to do just that.

So let's make it harder, folks -- especially if the criminal in question, I read yesterday, has a history of sneaking weapons into his court appearances.

(BTW, I do not believe in capital punishment. But things like this really put that conviction to the test. I hate to admit this, but there really are times when I believe "We shouldn't execute that criminal" with all the conviction that I apply to my belief that "We shouldn't eat our dessert first".)

"Way to go, Kenobi."

I've just finished watching the trailer for Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith for the twelfth time, and I'm still wiping drool from the floor. Lord, this is going to be a good movie. It probably goes without saying that I can't wait.

Looking at the few bits shown in the trailer, it appears that what drives Anakin's fall to the Dark Side is not just his fear and anger but also his desire for power. The trailer depicts Chancellor Palpatine telling Anakin that the Dark Side can give him abilities "that some would call unnatural", with Anakin responding "Can I learn this power?" Later, Anakin is visibly angered when the Jedi Council refuses to grant him the title "Master". (Which gives a nice spin to the line in A New Hope, when Darth Vader tells Ben Kenobi, "Now I am the Master.")

We can already look back to The Phantom Menace for traits in Anakin's character that lead him to the Dark Side -- chiefly, his pride in his being the only human who can steer a pod-racer. He's already a kid who wants power, who craves uncommon ability. And that's before he ever falls in love with Padme.

All of which goes to show that George Lucas knows what he's doing, at the basic story level. But of course, we can't give him credit for that, in this era in which "Dialogue is everything".

(BTW, a commenter in this thread at Kevin Drum's blog dredges up one of the most eye-rollingly stupid criticisms of the Star Wars prequels that continually arises: "Why is Lucas telling us this story, when we know how it ends!" What twaddle. Does anyone complain about Mel Gibson making a movie about Jesus, when we already know the end of the story? The fact that we knew that the boat sinks didn't seem to dissuade people from flocking to see Titanic. The idea that stories are only worth telling if we don't know the ending beforehand doesn't stand up to the tiniest bit of scrutiny.)

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Geeks Ahoy!

The new and official poster for Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith has been released; it can be viewed alongside its brethren posters, each designed by Drew Struzan, here.

I've seen some criticism of the new poster on grounds like the Vader helmet being off-center and the lighting on the faces being weird and the like. But it seems to me that the new poster cleverly emulates a few design quirks of the very first Star Wars poster ever, the one painted back in 1977 by the Brothers Hildebrandt. I place them side-by-side below:


The off-set Vader helmet provides a bookend of sorts to the offset Vader helmet, facing the opposite direction, in the original poster, and the "starburst" surrounding the clashing lightsabers in the Revenge of the Sith poster echoes the "starburst" in Luke's lightsaber in the Hildebrandt poster. Also, the light pattern in those clashing lightsabers forms a circle, with a second, offset circle in the upper half, suggesting the Death Star.

So, it seems to me, the poster for the last ever Star Wars movie at least partially hints at that classic first-ever poster for the first-ever Star Wars movie. Very cool.

(I squashed the Episode III poster a little to get the images to line up correctly.)

Perceptive Children

Darth Swank's five-year-old daughter knows a thing or two about jazz.

Three Doofuses and a Sexy Drummer

I'm not sure if that was a rejected name for their band or not, but Aaron was a member of a band called 44, or Forty-Four, or Phorty-Phour, or Forety-Fore!, or some variant thereof. Pfourty-Pfour was a destined for legendary status in the Minneapolis independent music scene, but then a series of mishaps ensued -- one bandmember fell in love with a French actress and flew off to Paris to track her down, and he hasn't been heard from since; another attempted re-enacting Robert Pirsig's journey from the book Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, but this time on a motorized unicycle (the trip didn't come to a good end); one of the band's concerts ended in controversy after some confusion in the design specs resulted in a stage prop only being two-feet high instead of twenty feet (which made it look even worse when a dwarf came on stage to dance around it); another show ended in a fire breaking out on the stage when one of 44's amps couldn't handle its jury-rigged "Setting #12"; and the final straw came when the band's bass player slept with the drummer, resulting in a child (surprisingly, a legitimate child, since the bass player had previously married the drummer in a burst of astonishing foresight).

Anyway, to make a long story short, 44 only managed to record a single album before suffering a fate not unlike that which befell The Wonders in That Thing You Do!. But what an album it is -- lyrics of penetrating insight into the human condition, mingling love sentiments that are by turns wistful and searing with turns of phrase that allude to political troubles in Ireland, Canada, and Okinawa; guitar work that reminds one of the bastard love child of Andres Segovia and Edward Van Halen; and a hidden track wherein each band member solos with the Minnesota Orchestra. (It's a very hidden track. Only one CD player in 10,000 is capable of rendering it.)

And now you can hear that album. It's called Free Land Wall, and it's the last album by a once-rising but now-defunct Minneapolis bar band you'll ever need.

UPDATE: In comments, Aaron points out that he was only the bass player on a couple of tracks. So be it. And another band member points out some things the bandmates have been up to since they stopped making music together. I do think that Dan errs when he says that my identifying 44 as "a defunct band" implies that the bandmates have hung up their axes and dutifully reported for duty at various Twin Cities-area temp agencies and jobs behind the counters at Kinko's. I think everyone knows that just because a band breaks up doesn't mean the individuals from that band stop making music. Look at the Beatles. Not even Yoko could get those guys to shut up.

(And no, I'm not comparing Krista to Yoko. Not even close. Krista's way hotter than Yoko.)

Five questions?

So, no sooner do I say that "Gee, I'd like to see a round of the 'Five Questions' game start up again" than I see a round of the 'Five Questions' game start up again, here and here. So, anybody wanna ask me five questions? They can be hypotheticals, or anything you've ever wondered about Your Humble Narrator (within reason). Go for it, folks!

UPDATE: One taker, in comments. Any others? (Yes, this is mainly a shameless ploy to grab some easy blogging topics.)

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

The Department of Public Apologies

Well, this is very embarrassing. I have a bit of advice to offer, folks: Don't sign up for a Secret Santa gift exchange on a website if there's any kind of likelihood that you might forget to send the gift to your "giftee" until...well, two weeks before Easter.

Konrad, the box is going in the mail tomorrow. I don't know how long it takes parcels to get to Poland, but it's coming.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

See me! See me write things elsewhere!

I have an article up at Destroy All Monsters, my first for them in quite a while, about Joe Hisaishi's score to the film Princess Mononoke:

Admittedly, my knowledge of anime prior to Princess Mononoke was pretty much limited to the classical stereotype: I thought it mainly involved violent action set in urban dystopias, with battles between mecha-wearing anti-heroes and pseudo-villains accompanied by throbbing techno scores. And I've come to learn that yes, there's a lot of anime that hews to precisely that line. But I also learned that other kinds of storytelling are possible, and that they often involve other kinds of music – such as Joe Hisaishi's finely textured and classically nuanced orchestral scores, of which Princess Mononoke is one of the finest.


Read the whole thing.

And do read Chapter Five of The Promised King, if you so desire. Heck, do it if you don't desire. Do it for the children. Do it for the trees. Do it for the whales.

It's a WHO song?!

So I'm watching tonight's installment of American Idol (my early view is that they can send everyone else home and just do ten weeks of the long-haired white guy and the long-haired black guy singing each week), and a seventeen-year-old girl sings "Somewhere" from West Side Story. And then, during the judges' critiquing, they keep referring to whether this girl has taken a risk or not for doing a Barbra Streisand song. Setting that issue aside, I suppose the arrangement might be one that Barbra Streisand has used, but I don't care: "Somewhere" isn't a Barbra Streisand song, it's a Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim song.

I've noticed that in recent years, music has become much more associated with performers than with composers or lyricists. I wonder if that might be part of classical music's problem these days. I'll bet that if you stop fifty people on the street, far more of them will be able to name a living classical music performer than will be able to name a living classical composer, and that's a problem not just limited to classical music. I mean, does any teenage girl know who wrote "Oops! I Did It Again"?

Democracy and the Middle East

I haven't posted much -- nay, nothing at all -- about the recent events in the Middle East, what with democratic reforms in places like Lebanon and Egypt and elections in the offing in Palestine and the recent vote in Iraq, mainly for two reasons: first, I don't really know a whole lot about that stuff, and unlike many a blogger, I choose to be selective about the things I blog about without knowing anything about them; and second, history takes a long time to happen, and I'm generally skeptical that after decades, and in some cases centuries, of one climate holding sway in the Middle East, a few rapidfire events taking place over the course of two or three years really signals a grand new climate on the way.

I'm posting these thoughts in light of Matthew Yglesias's article about the political implications of things in the Middle East and Kevin Drum's post about some poll results in Lebanon. Ultimately, I think that cautious optimism, rather than outright triumphalism, should be the rule here. I'm reminded of a passage from President George Bush the Elder's book A World Transformed (written with Brent Scowcroft), where the former President describes his feeling at the moment that the Berlin Wall had fallen that he did not want to engage in too triumphal a response. I think he was probably right about that at the time, and that such an approach would be correct now.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Sage Tax Advice

A warning to people who do taxes online:

If you ever do your taxes online--as I have for the past several years--please be sure to doublecheck each page before you move on to the next. In particular, please be sure to assign the state withholding from your W-2's to the proper state, and not another state you have never lived in.


I can attest to this personally, because something very similar happened to us a couple of years back. We filed online, and in the course of doing so we mistaken checked the box that, for the purposes of New York State, denotes that we are a residents of New York City or Yonkers. Doing so has a pretty, shall we say, significant effect on one's overall tax bill.

We thought we corrected it before finalizing the return and sending it through, but somehow the NYS tax people got the wrong return anyway, and claimed that we owed money for living in NYC or Yonkers (where, obviously, we have never lived -- in fact, the Wife has never been to NYC and I haven't been there since a drive-through with my father in 1985 or thereabouts). It took the better part of a year to get this cleared up.

So watch what you're clicking, and make sure you print several copies of everything you send through to your state government.

An Irritating Habitual Plug

Chapter Five of The Promised King was posted yesterday, so go read it. If you don't, all your friends will point at you and laugh.

What a beginning!

I started Simon R. Green's space-opera novel Deathstalker last night, and while I'm only a handful of pages into it, I want to note that I love the first two paragraphs. Really. These two paragraphs are just masterful in the way they set a mood and establish a setting that I hope the rest of the novel lives up to. Don't believe me? Here are those two paragraphs:

It gets dark out on the Rim. Strange planets and stranger people can be found on the edge of Empire, where habitable worlds are few and civilization grows thin. Beyond the Rim lies uncharted darkness, where no stars shine and few ships go. It's easy to get lost out there, far away from everything. Starcruisers patrol up to the Rim, but there are never enough ships to cover the vast areas of open space. The Empire is growing too large, too cumbersome, though no one will admit it, or at least, no one who matters. Every year more worlds are brought into the Empire, and the frontiers press hungrily outward. But not on the Rim. The Empire stops cold there, dwarfed by the unplummable depths of Darkvoid.

It gets dark out there. Ships disappear sometimes, and are never seen again. No one knows why. The colonized worlds make themselves as self-sufficient as they can and turn their eyes away from the endless dark. Crime flourishes on the Rim, unthinkable distances from the hub of the Empire's strict laws; some transgressions as old as Humanity, others newly birthed by the Empire's ever-growing sciences. For the moment the Empire's starcruisers still keep a lid on things, dropping unannounced out of hyperspace to enforce the law with brutal efficiency, but they can't be everywhere. Strange forces are at work on the Rim, patient and terrible, and all it will take to set them off is a simple clash between two starships off the backwater planet of Virimonde.


Now, if that's not a killer beginning, I don't know what is. True, the rest of the novel might blow chunks, but it's been a long time since a book hooked me in the opening paragraphs like this. Bravo. This is the kind of opening that has me thinking, "Damn, where's my popcorn?"

Film music: yes, it's music

I enjoyed this Newsday article on film music, although I have one quibble with it, down toward the end: there seems to be this habit of assigning John Williams to some later generation of film composers, while for some reason Jerry Goldsmith gets assigned to the "Golden Age", along with guys like Herrmann and Rozsa and all the rest. Williams and Goldsmith were only born three years apart, with only about eight years separating their first credits. Williams belongs to Goldsmith's generation, not James Horner's.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Hmmmmm....

According to Jessa Crispin, the movie being made from Alan Moore's graphic novel V For Vendetta will suck for the following reasons, in part:

....there's no way in hell the studio is going to be okay with all aspects of the storyline (fascism sprung up from democracy, not an outside source; the hero is a fucking terrorist; etc.), it has Natalie Portman....


Well, I certainly can't think of how a movie could possibly be made starring Natalie Portman that involves a hero who does bad things and involves a democracy becoming a fascist regime. I mean, the idea of such a movie is ridiculous!

Now, back to my regularly-scheduled scouring of the Web for rumors about the new Star Wars movie, wherein Natalie Portman will watch her Jedi lover turn to the Dark Side and commit all manner of evil acts in assisting in the conversion of the Galactic Republic into the Galactic Empire....

Sunday Burst of Weirdness

Recently, I was at The Store discussing the inevitable onset of dating on the part of our daughters. The guy with whom I was speaking is an avid sportsman, and he indicated that he will make sure he's cleaning his firearms in plain view on the first instance of A Prospective Boyfriend arriving to escort his Little Princess to the local Soda Fountain for a bit of ice cream before bringing her back promptly by 8:30. (Yes, that's the way it will be.)

I responded by pointing out that I won't have guns out, since I will never own a gun -- while I have no problems with gun ownership in general, on a personal level guns give me the willies. (I get slightly nervous when the armed truck drivers arrive, sidearms holstered, to pick up our daily deposits.) So, when First Date Night arrives in my household, I'll be setting up camp on the kitchen table to sharpen my kitchen cutlery. Guns? Not in my home. Beautiful, sharp knives? Oh, you bet. Knives galore. They're the most important tools in your kitchen after pots and pans, don't you know. Gotta keep 'em sharp. (In fact, pots and pans may come in second, after knives.)

Why am I babbling about all this? Because apparently TBogg takes the opposite approach.

Maybe the movie they make about TBogg's family can be a double feature, along with this movie....

New Stuff Abounds....

I've made some shifts to the blogroll, over there in the sidebar. I'm not going to list the newcomers here, because...well, no good reason. Just go click on an unfamiliar-looking blog and go read. They're all good, because I don't link blogs that stink. Really. (It's bad enough that I occasionally suspect myself of writing one.)

Oh, and I've got a bunch of new eBay auctions running right now -- I've embarked on a project to weed out the CD collection a bit. It's hard picking stuff to go, but the fact is that I have accumulated a lot of stuff I honestly doubt I'll ever really listen to again. It's not that I'm auctioning off the bad music in my collection (well, the Mission to Mars filmscore comes awfully close), but the stuff that is either not to my liking any more or never really was to begin with. This project is undertaken, of course, with the ultimate goal in mind of...making room for more stuff.

And so it goes.

Ballad of the Fighting Keyboarders?

Mr. Sun posits what a movie about the world of blogging might be like. I just hope that Leroy Anderson's "The Typewriter", updated to feature a computer keyboard (with maybe the double-clicking of a mouse standing in for the chiming of the carriage-return bell), would be on the soundtrack.

I'd also hope for a scene in which the guy who played Paul Pfeiffer on The Wonder Years is shown banging away at his keyboard in his basement, screaming, "Why can't I get an Instalanche...oh why won't Glenn link me...."

(And no, the guy who played Paul on The Wonder Years is not Marilyn Manson. Cut it out.)

(UPDATE: Hmmm. I wonder what the TRON universe would look like, if adopted to reflect the existence of blogs?)

IMAGE OF THE WEEK

I wonder if either Agassi or Federer lunged after the ball:


That's an actual tennis game, being played on a refitted helipad atop a rather high-rise hotel in Dubai. Wild. I looked at this and had two thoughts, pretty much at the same time:

1. I wonder if the platform tilts and if sharp spikes pop out, at the behest of a remote control in the hands of Prince Vultan. (Ten geek points if you get the reference here.)

2. That would be a great way of settling all of John McEnroe's heated arguments with line judges about whether the ball was in or out. "The ball is currently plummeting past the twentieth story, Mr. McEnroe. I think it's safe to say that it was out."

(via David Sucher)

EDIT and UPDATE: Well, that's what I get for lazily hotlinking a photo on someone else's server; it's not showing as of this writing, so I'm actually putting a copy of the photo on my own server. You know, "doing the right thing". I hate it when I have to do that!

But it's all right, actually, because I found something even better: a photo gallery devoted to this very "tennis in the sky" thing. Here's one that I found particularly striking:


I love that Mosque in the background; it gives this picture a kind of "blending secular and sacred" thing that I enjoy when it's done well, and it still conveys the idea of tremendous height.

And if you're wondering just how much height is really involved, there's this:


According to the news item linked above, the helipad is over 700 feet up, or 320 meters. (It's that little green circular thing sticking off into space, way up on the side.) If you want to see how a 320m building compares to a building in your neck of the woods, check Skyscrapers.com (warning -- this site's user interface is, shall we say, less than intuitive). If their figures are accurate, that building would dwarf the entire Buffalo skyline if suddenly plopped down here, since our tallest building -- 40-story One HSBC Center -- is only 161m tall. Wow.

(Personal note: I long for the day when there's another tall building in Buffalo to draw attention away from One HSBC Center, which has to be the most "vanilla" skyscraper I have ever seen. I don't think a more boring building could have been constructed by anyone.)

When last we left our heroine....

Attentive readers -- both of them, at any rate -- will remember that Chapter Four of The Promised King left Gwynwhyfar, the heroine, and her abductor-turned-companion, Brother Llyad, in a bit of a pickle. Well, at last you can see how they extricate themselves from said pickle, in the thrill-packed continuation of the epic saga which has thrilled single digits of readers all across Blogistan. So get thee to Chapter Five and read on in The Promised King!

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Steenking Badges

According to Our Girl in Chicago, we're supposed to list the five movie quotes that leap to mind first. That seems slightly odd, but let's see....hmmm....OK:

1. "They're shitty." (actually a subtitled line, from Major League)

2. "Did you try the plain cake?" (spoken in an inadvertent Cockney accent, from My Fair Lady)

3. "Nice to smell you again...(aside) Wouldn't peg him as a Polo man." (from Contact)

4. "Back, and to the left...back, and to the left...back, and to the left...back, and to the left..." (from JFK)

5. "Louis, are you pro-Vichy or Free French?" (from Casablanca)

(And as long as I'm pilfering blog memes, it's been quite a while since the "Ask Five Questions" one went around, so far as I can tell. Anyone feel like asking me five questions, or being asked five questions? My previous installments in "Ask Five Questions" are here and here. Either e-mail or leave questions in comments.)

Would "Victory at Sea" be a historical drama, then?

According to the folks who listed this DVD set of Carl Sagan's Cosmos miniseries on eBay, the genre for the set is "SciFi, Fantasy" with a subgenre of "Space Adventure".

That doesn't sound like the Cosmos I remember, unless they're referring to the inevitable fact that some of the show's science content is now outdated, twenty-five years after the show's PBS debut.

Or maybe they're just paying no attention to what they're doing.

I'm bein' repressed!

A denizen of Left Blogisan linked a Bill O'Reilly column the other day (this Bill O'Reilly column), and later apparently received a "Cease and Desist" letter from O'Reilly's syndicate, demanding removal of the link. It seems that they had originally quoted directly from the column, and then removed that text at the Syndicate's request, but now the Syndicate seems to think that they can demand the removal of a mere link, as well.

And that's hot on the heels of the possibility that the Federal Elections Commission may decide that a blog linking a candidate's site may constitute a contribution to that candidate's campaign, with all the regulatory stuff that implies. But what if I don't actually link it? Suppose I just post the URL for people to cut-and-paste it into their browsers? Or suppose I "mask" the URL by using a service like TinyURL? And what lucky government flack is going to have the wonderful duty of sitting down with Technorati and Google to find out who is linking what?

(BTW, in case you missed it above, this is the O'Reilly column they don't want linked. Yup, I linked it. Because I'm fair and balanced.)

Well, I wouldn't want to live in a garden with a T-Rex, either.



That's a mock-up of a T-Rex that chased Adam and Eve out of the Garden of Eden, according to the Creation Museum. Enjoy this walk-through of the museum. Fun for the whole family! (But is there a ride where you board a car that takes you into a cave, where a gigantic statue of King David reads all of the Psalms to you?)

(via Pandagon, in one of the most exhuastively posts touring the bizarre I've ever seen. Wow.

Technical Questions for Technical People

Two queries:

1. Over in the sidebar I have a link to this blog's Atom feed. Is this sufficient for people using some kind of aggregator thingie to access posts here, or do I need to find a way to get an RSS feed going as well? (And as a follow-up, are there any good freebie RSS-feed services operating right now? I used to use one, but the one I used stopped working.)

2. How can I implement one of those "Recent posts" things that some blogs use in their sidebars? I'd like to put one of those not on the main page, but in the sidebar of individual posts, so people arriving here via links to specific posts from other blogs can see what's going on elsewhere.

This is an ex-Parrot!

Two responses to things I just saw on Dead Parrots Society:

:: Congratulations!

:: Huh?!

Hoop-jumping, completed

Aaron got his iPod, and just in time, since pretty soon he's going to need it to distract him from the pleasures of iPampers, iMidnightFeedings, iBurping, and iWife saying "You take him for a while so I can nap!"

Video Game Music

Fred Himebaugh links this news item about a pretty new phenomenon: the increasing popularity of the increasingly complex and large-scale orchestral music of computer games. Game music has come a long way since those cheerful little "beep beep boop" ditties that accompanied the cartoons that displayed in between every couple of levels on Ms. Pac Man.

I really don't know a whole lot about game music, but it does receive occasional notice in film music circles. The big hitter right now, in terms of game music, is the stuff from the Final Fantasy series, composed by Nobuo Uematsu. I own one compilation disc of this stuff, and I don't recall liking it all that much, but I'll try to give it another listen one of these days. Another big name is Mamoru Samuragoch (Japanese language site), a deaf composer who was actually profiled by TIME Magazine a couple of years back. I own Samuragoch's CD Sounds of Onimusha, which I like quite a bit.

On this side of the Pacific, the big name in game music (so far as I know) is probably Michael Giacchino, who has more recently started to break into the mainstream of film and TV scoring with work on The Incredibles, Alias, and LOST.

As I note above, I haven't really explored game music at all beyond the two, count 'em, two CDs of the stuff that I own, but the idea of orchestras putting on concerts of game music does not surprise me in the slightest.

Now, if we can just get the Buffalo Philharmonic to host an installment of the Lord of the Rings Symphony....

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Thanks, Joel and Company.

In seeking care for Little Quinn, the Wife and I have had to rely in part on services provided through various government programs -- including some administered by Erie County, which is now going through a budget crisis so severe that layoffs of County employees will number in the thousands when all is done.

Today, our Service Coordinator received her layoff notice.

I have no illusion that Erie County's government is too bloated; nor do I disagree that we are overtaxed here to a ridiculous degree and the Buffalo-Niagara region will never really prosper until the high cost of doing business here is brought down.

But lest anyone feel the need to talk about issues like this in the pure abstract, allow me to disabuse them of that notion. This stuff affects real, living people -- some old, some young, and some infants with cerebral palsy who have trouble breathing.

"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams...."

Will Duquette links a great post about the poem "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe, which happens to be one of my favorite poems as well -- there's some very troubling psychology concealed in that poem's lilting meter and rhyme.

Back when I was doing "Poetical Excursions" as a semi-regular feature here (and which I keep intending to start doing again), I wrote about "Annabel Lee" myself. And in fact, that post still shows up a lot in search-engine referrals to Byzantium's Shores, often spiking in September and October, or January and February -- when undergrads taking "Poetry 101" or some such college course are probably encountering the poem.

IMAGE OF MID-WEEK

No, I'm not going to be doing an Image of the Middle of the Week as a regular feature, seeing as how I'm not doing fairly well at maintaining the Image of the Week as a regular feature. But this satellite image of Central Park in New York City, taken while The Gates were up, is just stunning.

(Oh, and it's also huge. This thing took twenty minutes to download on my 56K connection, but it was really worth it. Wow! Link via, you guessed it, Lynn Sislo.)

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Hmmmm....who took my content?

I don't appear to have much to say this week, and I have a few other items I want to get off the desk (both physically and metaphorically), so posting here may be a bit light over the next few days.

(Or it may not. You never know. I'm a capricious fellow.)

Did the Gates make good neighbors?

Is it that good gates make good neighbors, or good fences? I can never remember. Hmmmm...anyway, here's Greg Sandow on The Gates:

In all these ways, The Gates transform the park. They make you see and feel it differently. That's art enough for me.


I didn't see The Gates, obviously, but I have a pretty inclusive view of what is art and what is not, and I might well have viewed them thusly. Maybe we can get the creators of The Gates to come to Buffalo and do something similar in one of our parks. (If we have any parks left, that is. Ye Gods.)

(Although, I have to admit, that as well-received as The Gates were, I'd much rather lay my eyes upon these Gates. A Elbereth!)