|
|
|
9.2.02
Although I had (and still have) very strong feelings about the whole baseball strike situation, I had refrained from commenting on it here because I was hoping against hope that, for the first time in the history of labor relations between the owners and the players since the age of free agency began, they would be able to reach a deal by their own self-imposed deadline and save the fans (whose numbers would have dwindled sharply had they not reached a deal) from having to suffer while they argue.
I didn't really expect them to, though, so it was a nice surprise when they did. It's ridiculous that they had to stay up all night to do so, but still, I guess they deserve some credit. A strike of any length would have alienated an increasingly fickle fan base that is more likely to just forget about the sport and watch football instead of following the day-to-day machinations of the lawyers for each side haggling over what is, in the end, a relatively insignificant amount of money.
Unlike most Americans who call themselves baseball fans, I am almost completely on the players' side in this conflict. After nearly a century of complete and absolute opression by the owners, they were finally given proper standing under the law to file grievances, and they took full advantage, forming a strong union that gradually gained for the players many of the same rights vis-a-vis their employers that the rest of us take for granted. I don't want to go into a detailed history of that process here (this book is a good introduction), but suffice it to say that before 1972, players were basically indentured servants to the owners if they wanted to play baseball for a living. Free agency and many of the other so-called concessions by the owners over the course of several labor struggles were really just the proper application of the capitalist system that our economy is based on to the contracts that exist between the players on the field and the owners in the luxury boxes.
I don't get hung up on the fact that these players are making an average of $2 million a year. What I remember is that average major league career of a player is only five years, and that usually comes after years of sacrifice and hard work. The long-term players certainly leave the sport very rich men, but then again, they are without a doubt the top 100 or so baseball players on the planet, and since it's their actions that generate all that revenue in the first place, I don't see what's so wrong with them trying to get a decent-sized hunk of it. The owners, on the other hand, are mostly megalomaniacal superrich assholes who buy baseball teams as much for the status aspect as they do because they can make fistfuls of money to add to their already considerable piles. I don't have a problem with them trying to make a profit, but when they lie to Congress (and Congress calls them on it) about how much money they are making/losing and try to use their own poor economic decisions as an excuse to revamp the pay structure, that's just obnoxious.
Remember, the only reason the players decided to set a strike date in the first place was because the owners refused to promise not to lock them out in the offseason; it was only because the owners basically told the players that they had no intention of bargaininng in good faith that the players had to act to make sure that they wouldn't get screwed. For those of you who don't know, baseball is currently the only big businessincluding other sportsin America that has an anti-trust exemption, meaning that baseball players have far fewer options to redress unfair labor practices than even the guy who gives you change at the 7-11. That means the players have to use unorthodox methods, like striking in the middle of the season, to insure that their voices are heardthey basically have to take the law into their own hands, because the law is not allowed to give them the same guarantees of equitable treatment that almost everyone else in this country enjoys. You wouldn't want your employer to be able to put an artificial limit on your salary so that, even if you were responsible for generating $1 million worth of revenue, the most you could make was $30,000, and you couldn't take your talents anywhere else because everyone else who might employ you was working under the same system. Well, the players don't want to work under a system like that, either, but the owners do.
The new deal is pretty fair, from what I can tell, with both sides making compromises from their original positions. The steroid testing stuff is long overdue, as is the increase in revenue sharing and increases in the luxury tax. All in all, the only thing either side has to be embarrassed about is how long it took them to reach a deal which any serious fans could have sketched out for them on a cocktail napkin in 20 minutes.
What has really surprised me this time around is how many baseball columnists seem to understand that the labor woes in baseball are largely the result of the owners wanting to return to the pre-free agency way of doing things, which is just not going to happen. Instead of endless rants about millionaire players acting like babies and sworn oaths to give up baseball forever if they strike, there was actually a fair amount of thoughtful, accurate reporting that dealt with the larger financial picture and didn't try to punish the players because they happen to be the public face of the game and therefore much easier to heap scorn onto than the largely anonymous owners. Some of the best are from writers like King Kauffman, (he also wrote another good one) Tim Keown, and Allen Barra,(he wrote another good one, too), but there are plenty of others available if you just dig around a little bit.
At any rate, I glad that it's all settled for now and that baseball will continue without interruption for another five years (it's technically a four year contract, though 2006, but there is a clause that automatically extends it another year if no deal has been reached by 2006, and given the history of these negotiations, that's almost certainly what will happen). It doesn't make up for past transgressions, like the abominable conflict in 1994 that elminated the World Series for the first time ever, but at least both sides seem to recognize that it's in their mutual best interest to keep all the labor stuff behind the scenes and out of the minds of the fans.
So the Braves will have yet another shot at the postseason, and I have a reason to care about things like September call-ups, home field advantage, and post-season pitching rotations. Plus, I still have a chance to catch CS Jeff in our fantasy league.
|
|
9.3.02
Happy birthday, Tori.
|
|
9.3.02
Remember when I said that September was going to be the Month of Content? Well, it still is, but thanks to the power going out for no apparent reason last night, I didn't have time to finish everything.
The basic premise is that, in addition to the normal updates to the site, I'm going to have three or four series of articles, projects, etc., that will run on the same day each week for the month of September, plus unveil a few new one-shot additions to the site. The goal is to have something new every day of the month, besides the stuff that I would normally post. So tomorrow (god willing), I'll post the stuff I was going to post on Monday and today, and then I'll try not to fall behind again.
|
|
9.4.02
Just one more day, I swear. Everything that would have been posted by tomorrow if I was on schedule is better than 90% done, but none of them are complete yet, and after a nearly sleepless night, I just don't have the energy to finish up that last 10%. Be patient. I think it will be worth it.
|
|
9.5.02
Right after I walked into the office this morning, I was accosted by one of new counselors waving an email from her dad around and telling everyone how to delete this file on their hard drives that had been put there by a malicious virus. Three people had already followed her instructions, and even though I found the offending file on my hard drive as well, I wanted to do a little research.
It turns out that it was the apparently widespread Jdbgmgr.exe hoax which has been spreading around the internet for the last couple of months. The file is actually part of a debugger for Java 1.1, but the worst thing that can happen if you delete is that some older Java programs might not run perfectly on your machine. Which is a good thing, because you can't restore the file at this point thanks to a legal squabble between Microsoft and Sun, the proprietors of the Java language.
To top it all off, later that day I saw an article on an article on ZDNet that talked about how hoaxes consume almost as much time and resources as legitimate viruses and spam. The number one hoax on their list: Jdbgmgr.exe.
|
|
9.5.02
Okay. Bring on the Month of Content!
This month, in addition to my normal daily entries, links, and photos, I will present five different series of content, each of which will run on their own day of the week. I'm trying to present a lot of different types of content, so it's more than just articles or essays presented on this page; in general, it will be content that you haven't seen very much of on this site.
Mondays are relatively tame, consisting of new reviews on Plug. I try to have a new review every Monday anyway, but this month I will review four albums that I think are among the best released this year, starting this week with Wilco's "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot". It should have been the album of the year a couple of years ago, but it was definitely worth the wait.
On Tuesdays, I will post one of the four short pieces that I wrote for an art project based on Borges' "The Circular Ruins". My friend Tom was one of the driving forces behind this enormous collaborative project; I was just happy that they liked my work enough to use it. There are two poems and two short fiction pieces; I'll start with a poem this week ("strings", featured below) and then alternate between poetry and prose for the four weeks. I like the fiction pieces pretty well, but I am well aware that my poetry is rather clunky; try to appreciate its earnest sincerity and clever scientific references.
Wednesday is when I will introduce a new feature to the site, in general something that will become a regular part of the site's content. This first week doesn't exactly fit into that category, but this is really the best place to do it. I am going to finally finish up the when the walls fell project by adding my essay this week and closing out the project on the anniversary of the attacks with an essay by a rabbi friend of mine.
I have a lot of wildly impractical thoughts about how to improve the world, but every now and then I come up with an idea that I'm convinced would make a lot of money if it had the proper management, financial support, and marketing (I don't necessarily think that any of these would make the world a better place, however). I will unveil a new description of one of these ideas every Thursday. Let it be noted for the record that I am exerting whatever copyright protections I might have over these ideas, but really, if you use one of them to make a lot of money, I would probably be perfectly happy to receive a nice little percentage of the profits and avoid all that legal nastiness. This week's essay is featured below, an idea about how to improve Pez's market presence with an innovative extension of their brand that involves cross-pollinating with other well-known candy brands.
Finally, on Friday...well, I haven't exactly decided what I'm doing on Friday yet, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out what that day has in store.
|
|
9.5.02
strings
duality is a circle
a mirror is a circle
i am a circle
a circle is not a circle
a circle is a sphere
moving through spacetime
a circle is a peabrain
moving through manifold undulations
a circle is a p-brane
moving through calabi-yaus
|
|
9.5.02
How to Make a Million Dollars: Part I in a Series
My first idea is one that I've been developing for several years, and it's so obvious that I'm surprised that no one else has thought of it or implemented it. It involves Pez dispensersyou know, those tiny rectangular candy holders with some sort of head on top. Collectors have been after them for years for the more unique ones or ones that feature pop culture figures (like cartoon or comic book characters), but really, when was the last time you had the urge to actually eat a Pez candy, despite the coolness of the dispenser. Let's face it: the candy sucks, a chalky little tablet with only the slightest hint of some overly processed industrial fruit flavor.
So why not replace the traditional candy with other well-loved brand name candies that have been molded into a Pez shape? Just off the top of my head, I can think of tons of different existing candy brands that would be perfectly suited for such a conversion: Skittles (in all their various flavor combinations, including the new mint ones), M&Ms, Altoids (all flavors), Chicklets, SweetTarts, Lemonheads, Eclipse (or any other king of gum with a shell), ShockTarts, Spree, Warheads, and mints like Tic-Tacs and Icebreakersthe list goes on and on. I even think that with a small modification to the traditional Pez design, you could successfully create Pez versions of some of the stickier hard candies like Jolly Ranchers, Life Savers, and Starlight Mints (in case you're curious, the modification would consist of a thin metal tongue that would slip in between the pieces of candy to help separate them).
Chocolate would be difficult, but I know there are varieties that don't melt as easily that could probably be used to as solid pellets or as coatings for other fillings, creating mini-candy bars that could also fit into the dispenser. The Pez dispenser could be further modified for quick loading, and the candy could be sold in cardboard clips that could instantly fill an empty dispenser.
I think this idea has realy potential, and I fully expect this to become a popular fad during my lifetime. But I probably won't see a dime from it.
|
|
9.6.02
Time to unveil Friday's feature. After a lot of scrambling, I've decided to post four essays that I wrote for classes in college. This week, I have selected my final paper for a British literature class in which I argue that a Byron play should actually be viewed as a screenplay, despite the fact that film was still a hundred years away. The professor was a very old scholarly type, and in fact I think this was the last class he ever taught. I had behaved myself pretty well in his class, sticking to less radical interpretations of works than I would have with a professor I knew better, but I was doing so well that I decided to throw caution to the wind and try this idea out on him. I never actually saw what I got on this paper (he didn't get them graded until a couple of days before graduation, and I was too busy to go by and pick it up), but I got an A for the class, so he must have liked it okay.
Reading this over again, I find myself wincing at the repetition and limited vocabulary that I employ, but I try to remind myself that a lot of the padding is just to meet the page limit. Trust me, even then, I was a much better writer than this paper would seem to indicate. Some of the arguments are a little specious (padding again), but all in all, I think the basic idea still has merit.
|
|
9.6.02
A Vision of the Future: Reading Byron's "Manfred" as a Screenplay
As Frank D. McConnell points out in his introduction to Byron's "Manfred", Byron knew that in some sense the play was a failure, and therefore he "insisted, both in letters and in prefaces to his plays, that they were never intended for performance on the stage" (124). But could it have been intended for performance in some other medium? The text of "Manfred" is grand in its conception, a play with settings so enormous and visually demanding that they could never be accurately depicted within the confines of a theater stage.
But these settings could be reproduced on a sound stage; the visual demands of "Manfred's" settings and events could be done in the medium of film. I want to suggest that Byron was caught halfway between the traditional concept of drama and the modern version: the movie script, or screenplay. He is reaching for a drama that is bigger than the stage, a visual extravaganza that captures the majesty of his theme with settings in castles and mountains. But, because film has not even been invented yet, he cannot imagine how to structure and contain such a grand design. "Manfred" is a play that is reaching for the future form of the screenplay, but without the medium of film that makes a screenplay possible. He knew that his drama was not suitable for the stage, that if it were presented as a typical drama, it would lose its visual power. It was meant for something larger than the stage; the medium of film would have provided the perfect outlet for the expression of visual ideas that Byron attempted in "Manfred".
It is important that we remember that "Manfred" was not intended for a theater audience, both because of its grand visual conception and because of its lack of action (in the sense of physical movement). In his book "Cinematics", Paul Weiss says that "[a] script is written for a film and not for an audience" (36). A script is meant to present the bare ideas and visual images which will be transformed into something believable by the actors, sets and director of a film. Or as Weiss says, a screenplay is "[n]ot offered as a novel or play is, as something to be enjoyed in the reading [or viewing], [but instead] the script verbally expresses a visualized idea which is to be filmed as an interrelated set of incidents" (26). Like a script, "Manfred" is meant to convey ideas and images that will later be utilized in the making of film; it is not meant to be read or viewed by an audience except in the final film form. Despite the fact that Byron could not have even imagined the future world of film and movies, he still recognized that there was something missing from "Manfred". This missing piece was the final realization of the play's ideas, settings, and images in the form of a film; it is a screenplay in a world that does not know of movies.
"Manfred" shares many other traits with the screenplay. All the texts which attempted to define a screenplay placed heavy emphasis on the visual element, since, of course, the screenplay is meant for film, a visual medium. For example, Bernard F. Dick, in his "Anatomy of Film", says that "[m]aterial that ... could not be shown on stage can be visualized in film. Significant places mentioned in the dialogue can be shown" (191). This would be true of "Manfred" if it were seen as a screenplay instead of a theatrical drama. Manfred's castle, the mountain of Jungfrau, the cataract of II, ii, and the Hall of Arimanesall of these could be pictured in their grandeur on film, which, of course, would add the grandeur to the play that its ideas demand. Whereas on stage, cheap sets and props could only attemptand ultimately failto capture the visual power of the settings that Byron has purposefully used in "Manfred". This ability to capture images is one of the most powerful arguments for viewing "Manfred" as a screenplay before its time instead of a failed drama.
Some other arguments for seeing "Manfred" as a pre-filmic screenplay are some of the complex visual images and characters that Byron introduces in the play. Aside from the grand settings that would require the use of film, Byron also creates several characters and props that would be visually difficult to reproduce on the stage. One of these instances occurs when the spirits appear to Manfred in the first act. The spirits themselves would present staging problems; in a film, the director could utilize special effects to make the spirits seem as majestic and otherworldly as Byron obviously wants them to be. But on stage the best that a director could use would be costumes or puppets. This would weaken the intensity of the drama, for they would seem like exactly what they are: props.
Note, too, the stage directions for the spirits' entrance: "A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery: it is stationary; and a voice is heard singing" (126); the place and time of this scene is a "Gothic Gallery" at midnight. Although this could be staged, it would be far less effective that it would be on film. On stage the proper effect of a gothic gallery, with its dark corners and vaulted arches, would be difficult to achieve, especially since there would still have to be enough light so that the actor was visible to the audience. Likewise, the spirits' entrance as a light at the one end of the stage would be difficult to achieve on stage, especially considering the ethereal and otherworldly effect that Byron obviously intended. On film, however, all of these sets and effects could be arranged so that they are not only convincing, but also in keeping with the dramatic effect that Byron was attempting: the gallery could be made suitably dark, gothic, and eerie, and the spirits' entrance could be made appropriately otherworldly. In requiring such grand effects, Byron knows that he is reaching for something beyond what the theater has to offerbut he doesn't know exactly what he is attempting, because he cannot conceive of the medium of film. From the first scene on, however, we, the 20th century, post-cinematic audience can see how Byron's play would be more appropriate as a screenplay than as a traditional staged drama.
Another scene whose setting and props would be nearly impossible to convincingly stage is II, iv, where Manfred visits the Hall of Arimanes, the "ruler of evil and earthbound spirits in the mythology of Zoroastrianism" (126). The first difficulty in preparing this scene for the theater stage would, of course, be to create a suitably impressive Arimanes; this difficulty would be increased by the fact that the director would be limited to the use of an ordinary man to play his part. Remember that Arimanes is supposed to be a larger-than-life ruler of the spirit world, whose might and majestythe "terror of his Glory" (145)must be stressed in order to make Manfred's refusal to bow to him that much more meaningful and impressive. Another difficulty would be in staging the scene according to Byron's directionshe says that Arimanes is seated on his throne, which is "A Globe of Fire" (144). The difficulties implicit here are obviousbut as in the earlier description of the spirits and their entrance into Manfred's gallery, the special effects available to the filmmaker would eliminate any problems in staging. And in fact, due to the spectacular visual imagery required, "Manfred" would actually be ideal to the requirements of a good filmwhich, of course, needs strong images in order to be effective.
There are other examples of strong visual cues in "Manfred" that could be used to strengthen my position, but I think that you see the point. There are other ways to approach "Manfred" as a screenplay, however. For instance, Weiss says that "[a] script need not tell a story; its development need not be in consonance with any dramatic rules. But it must express a meaning, and its development must unite beginning and end so as to constitute a single whole of contrasts and unions, tensions and resolutions" (24). This description is in some ways very apt when applied to Byron's play. Though he was, of course, aware of theatrical and dramatic conventions, and though he did utilize some of them in "Manfred", he also disregards many of them, such as the unity of place and some of the basic rules of staging, which I have already discussed. In addition, Byron virtually ignores the traditional structures of dramatic action, preferring instead to focus on psychological and spiritual drama. But the theme of the play, the struggle of man to reach beyond the power of man and the exploration of the farthest limits of human experience and possibilities, is developed and examined throughout the play. The play, whatever other failings it might have, is "a single whole of contrasts and unions, tensions and resolutions"; in this was as well it fits the mold of a screenplay.
We see other examples of Byron's difficulties inn writing a screenplay that is unaware of the existence of film and its techniques in his characters' language. Dick says that, even though it is based on a script, in a film "the script recedes into the background as it changes from a verbal to a visual text, so that by the time the film has been completed, the words have been translated into images" (200). We see Byron attempting, through poetic language spoken by his characters, to translate words into imagesexcept that he, without the benefit of film, is confined to use words only. Some of the speeches are spoken not because they are necessary to the movement of the play and its theme, but because the author want to describe an image that is either too large or too difficult to create on a theater stage. In other words, Byron has an image in his mind that goes along with the text, but that, due to the nature of conventional drama and its limitations, he finds impossible to actually showso he must use his characters' words to create that image.
One example of this comes in I, ii, when Manfred is engaged in a soliloquy about his mortality:
To be thus
Grey-haired with anguish, like these blasted pines,
Wrecks of a single winter, barkless, branchless,
A blighted trunk upon a cursed root.
(65-68)
On theater stage, where it would be impossible to show the expanse of trees that are the inspiration for Manfred's thoughts on his existence, Byron must rely on words to convey the images. And as poetic and descriptive as this speech is, it is still composed of words, which could never compare to the actual forest growing on the side of a mountain that was obviously Byron's influence for these images. But in a film, the camera could capture precisely what the words can only attempt to describe. The speech still might be used to provide insight into Manfred's mind, but they would achieve much greater power and meaning with an actual image to back them upinstead of the words simply substituting themselves for the image.
Another instance of this sort occurs in II, ii, the scene in which Manfred summons the Witch of the Alps from the mountain cataract:
It is not noonthe Sunbow's rays still arch
The torrent with the many hues of heaven,
And roll the sheeted silver's waving column
O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular,
And flings its lines of foaming light along,
And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail
(1-6)
This is only an excerpt of Manfred's first speech from this scene, and yet already we see how descriptive the language is, how it is filled with images. The rest of the passage is similarly descriptive and visually oriented, especially the description of the Witch of the Alps. If this were a screenplay, however, most of it would probably be crossed out, and used merely as a guide for the stage designer and special effects person. As powerful and beautiful as the language is, it would be made even more effective were it to be translated into an actual imagewhich is, after all, what the language is attempting to create in the mind of the viewer or reader. Byron knows, like all good writers, that that which is shown is more powerful than that which is merely described; but, because these images are so integral to the whole of the story, and because he does not have the power to create images like those that can be captured on film, Byron must resort to descriptive passages that suggest the visions in his mind, when in fact he would like to show the audience something.
There are many other examples of descriptive language in the text that prove my point, but I trust that these will suffice. All of the aspects of the play that I have discussed so far show that "Manfred" is a middle, often overlooked step on drama's path from theater stage to movie set. It shares many elements with traditional forms of drama, but is at the same time so revolutionary that it is often perceived as a failure, as somehow incomplete, despite its wealth of descriptive language and its thorough exploration of a grand theme. But, as Dick points out, "a screenplay is prefilmic, [and] it may contain material that [will] never [reach] the screen" (176). Byron had to include what some critics consider to be too much description, for the images that are conveyed to the audience through the words of the characters are integral to the movement of the play. Had it been an actual screenplay, these descriptions would have been transformed into actual images, just as the settings, such as the mountains and the castle, would have been transformed into a real castle, and real mountains. Weiss says that "[a] written play is so much a part of an acted play that changes in the one usually involve changes in the other, whereas a considerable change can be made in a script without altering its thrust, value, or intent" (40). Due to its emphasis on imagined visualizations and ideas, we can see that "Manfred" falls into the category of script or screenplay more easily than it does drama; it, too, could be interpreted in any number of ways by any number of filmmakers without altering its true spirit. In fact, its essence is all but unstageable in a theater; Byron realized this, and that is why he did not want it ever to be performed.
In the end, the reader realizes that Byron's play is something different from the traditional drama; it is reaching for something much grander and much more visually oriented than a staged play. Looking back on it from the perspective of a 20th century audience which is at least as used to seeing drama and action on the silver screen as on the theatrical stage, we can see that "Manfred", with its focus on larger-than-life settings, otherworldly effects, and dialogue that asks us to visualize as much as it advances the theme, would be perfectly suited to a film adaptation. Francis Ford Coppola, one of the most powerful and visually challenging directors of our time, had this to say about screenplays: "A screenplay, of course, is not a finished piece of art; it's only the blueprint for a film" (qtd. in Weiss 23). If "Manfred" is a failure, then, it is only a failure because Byron could not have imagined the medium for which his vision was ideally made; it is a failure only because it was too far ahead of its time.
4 May 1993
Byron, George Gordon Noel Byron, Baron. "Byron's Poetry". Selected and edited by Frank D. McConnell. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 1978.
Dick, Bernard F. "Anatomy of Film". New York: St. Martin's Press, 1990.
Weiss, Paul. "Cinematics". Carbondale and Edwardsville: Southern Illinois UP, 1975.
|
|
9.9.02
I am not a football fan. Not college, not the NFL, not even soccer. But as the end of the baseball season approached, some of the people in my baseball fantasy league suggested that we start a football league as well, and even though I felt like I would be nothing but an easy target for everyone else (all of whom are at least casual football fans), I agreed to do it because I enjoy interacting with my friends in this medium. Plus, there's no pressure like in baseball; if I happen to win, great, and if not, well, I wasn't expected to do well anyway.
In addition to this, some people at the office asked me about joining a football pool where you pick the winner for each game and then assign a probability that they will win based on the number of games that week (so this week there were 16 games, and you ranked the games from 0 to 15, 0 being the pick you're least confident about and 15 being the pick you're most confident about). After all the games are played, you add up the point total, and whoever has the most wins the pot for that week (there is also a pot that is given out for the winner of the entire season).
Initially I declined to participate in the office pool, but after I signed up for the fantasy football league, I figured what the hell. I really don't know anything about football, so I have to rely on pure data (in the form of odds, expert analysis, and other people's picks) to arrive at my picks for players in the fantasy league and winners/rankings in the office pool. I have no gut feeling about certain teams, no sixth sense that tells me that the analysts are wrongI'm just examining several pieces of data to get a decent probability and basing my decisions on that. Sure, I would like to win a little money in the pool and beat some of my friends in the fantasy league, but I'm also very curious to see if I can use the same data that is available to everyone else in these competitions to defeat people who know more about the sport than I do.
|
|
9.10.02
Today's Month of Content addition is a short fiction piece called "cube.doc" that I wrote for a project based on Borges' "The Circular Ruins". Although I will unveil a new site feature tomorrow as promised (the picture at the top with the coral will now be randomly selected from five or six different photos), I will not be posting anything else. The when the walls fell project will also be wrapped up tomorrow, concluding with a hopeful essay from a rabbi friend of mine.
|
|
9.10.02
cube.doc
He is inside a room that is a perfect cube. He does not know how long he has been there. There are no windows in the room, no clocks, no lights even. When there is light, it comes from the walls themselves, glowing with a cold fluorescence, like the interior of a photographer's lightbox.
Most of the time, he is surrounded by a darkness so complete that he cannot even see his hand held six inches from his face, like the darkness of a cave many hundred feet underground. There are also long periods of a faint iridescence that makes him feel like he is living in the liquid blue beneath a sheet of oceanic ice.
He talks to himself to keep from going crazy. Sometimes the wall absorb everything he says as soon as it leaves his mouth, so that he cannot even hear his own words. Other times a single whispered syllable will be magnified and echoed until the room reverberates with a cacophony of a thousand voices.
I record every word he says, even though I do not speak his language. His thoughts are colors and shapes that I paint onto panes of glass. He does not know how to sing.
I do not know why the man has been imprisoned, but I know that he is not free. I do not know why I must transcribe his existence, but I know that I must. I do not know who is in charge.
|
|
9.10.02
I was hoping that the media would be able to show some tactful restraint in covering the first anniversary of the 9.11 attacks, but alas, it's just not going to happen. As early as three weeks ago, I started seeing prominent stories in various media about the date, and over the past week the coverage has increased to an almost unbearable level. You can hardly see a magazine cover, cable news channel, or front page of a newspaper without instantly seeing some reference to the attacks; hell, you can't even watch a football game without being reminded. So I've been turning the channel, ignoring the magazines, and turning the paper face down to try to escape.
As unlikely as it seems, I have to believe that there are some actual human beings who work at these enterprises; surely they realize that we haven't healed from this yet, we're not ready to look back on it from a safe distance and examine the historical impact, because it's really not history yet. The conflict is ongoing, and if anything has been inflamed over the last year to the point where I think that future attacks on America are more likely than they were a year ago.
Here's my message to the media: it's still a raw nerve, people, and we don't appreciate you touching it just to increase your chances at winning an Emmy or a Pulitzer or whatever. You may get decent ratings, because most people won't be able to shut it off once they start watching. But they'll feel sick the next day, and so should you. A little part of most Americans died that day, and it's no fun having you force us to look at images from the scene of the murder. You were all wringing your hands over whether or not to air footage from the Daniel Pearl murder video; for many of us, watching those planes slam into the now-nonexistant towers over and over again is the same thing. We are watching people die, and believe it or not, we haven't been desensitized to it despite your repeated airings of the footage.
I think that the response from channels like the Food Network and A&E are the most appropriate I've seen from anyone in the media: they are just going to let their channels go dark for the time period when the attacks were taking place and either display calming images and music or scroll through the names of the victims. They aren't going to pretend like there's nothing special about the anniversary by broadcasting their normal programming, but neither are they going to try and capitalize on it in any way. If only human decency and common sense were requirements for Communications majors...
|
|
9.12.02
Yesterday I was tense from the moment I woke up, filled with a vague, unnerving dread that made me jittery and anxious. All the feelings that I felt a year ago were dredged up anew, and I wasn't really sure if I was going to be able to make it through the work day pretending that there was nothing unusual about the day.
There was to be a campus-wide moment of silence at 8:44, during which time the bell in Gilman tower would toll continuously. A group of people in our office were going to walk over together to a meditation labrinthe that had been set up in the Glass Pavillion, and I was planning to go with them. But on the way over, I realized that I just wanted to be alone. I found a nice quiet spot overlooking the new plaza in front of Levering, where I could see both the Glass Pavillion and Gilman tower, and tried to make some sense out of my feelings and emotions from the past year.
As the bell tolled, I thought I might cry, and I was really glad that I was alone. I could see a few other people standing in the plaza, looking up at Gilman tower, but they all had their backs to me. I don't know why we were staring at the tower, but we all were. Just before the bell stopped tolling, I saw a distant jet fly across the sky and disappear momentarily behind the tower before emerging on the other side.
And suddenly everything was okay. I felt a tangible sense of relief and release, and a weight that I had borne so long that I hardly noticed it anymore was instantly lifted. A year had passed. Life was going on.
I sat outside for 20 minutes more, watching the people come and go in the busy plaza, not thinking about anything in particular. Then I went inside and got back to work.
|
|
9.12.02
How to Make a Million Dollars: Part II in a Series
This idea is probably the weakest of the four in this series, but I still think it has some merit. This idea came to me after noticing an increasingly hard-to-ignore pattern in television broadcasting. When watching tv, I tend to flip to other channels during the commercials, but over the last year or so I have observed that, more often than not, every other show that I might flip to during a commercial break would also be on its own commercial break. It's not 100% foolproof, but it's been happening more and more, and since it wouldn't be that hard to apply an algorithm to Nielsen data to find out what clusters of shows certain groups of people would be most likely to watch, it wouldn't be that hard to sync up the commercials between those programs (for example, they might be able to predict that someone who was watching the Simpsons would be likely to also watch a movie on Comedy Central or a show on TNT, and might therefore be expected to switch to one of those shows during a commercial break during the Simpsons). This may be more true during the syndicated and prime time hours of programming, since the networks/syndicators have a lot of control over the length of each show's segments and the length of the commercial breaks between segments. Even though they are technically competing with each other, it's in all of their interests to try and sync these times, since they will slowly be able to teach the consumer that it is pointless to turn the channel because all they can expect to encounter on their backup programs is more commercials.
Given that this phenomenon is real, I envision a cable network that would exist exclusively to provide counter-programming to this wall of commercials. It would feature short, discrete units (30 seconds to 3 minutes), consisting of things like animated shorts, excerpts from comedy shows and stand-up comedians, news, weather, and yes, even some commercials, among other things. But the commercials on this network would be screened for entertainment value; if they weren't funny or original or interesting, they wouldn't make it onto the network, and even when they were accepted, they would only be run a limited number of times to keep them from getting old.
This would probably be impossible to do, since the big media networks whose ad revenue you're trying to devalue control a lot of the content that would be used to create this type of enterprise, not to mention the cable companies which would have to pick up this network for it to be a success. Still, I think that if something like this existed, most channel surfers would find themselves using it as their exclusive backup channel, and I'm sure there would also be a small group of diehards who would watch it for hours on end.
|
|
9.13.02
Today's Month of Content entry is one of the last papers that I ever wrote at Davidson for a class that focused on performances of Shakespeare's plays and on modern works that updated Shakespeare (like Jane Smiley's "A Thousand Acres" or the topic of my paper, Stoppard's "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead").
Apparently I misunderstood the point of this assignment however, which, I was given to understand later, was more of a side-by-side analysis of a Shakespeare text (in this case "Hamlet") and its modern derivative. Instead, my paper focused more on the modern text, although it was implicit (to me anyway) that the issues in Stoppard's play were the same ones that Shakespeare was grappling with in "Hamlet".
But I guess I wasn't clear enough, because after a couple of glowing paragraphs of commentary from the professor about how good the writing was and how there was a revelation in every paragraph, she finished by saying that she still had to give me a C+ because I didn't follow the parameters of the assigment as closely as my fellow classmates had.
I was really angry about it at the time, first of all because it was the lowest grade I had received on an English paper in my entire history at Davidson, and second because I was teetering on the edge of the required average that I needed to receive my Honors degree. I had already completed and defended my thesis, and it would have really pissed me off if something stupid like that had kept me a fraction of GPA point away from getting Honors. But it didn't end up mattering, because I still got a good grade for the course and I ended up well above what I needed for the Honors designation on my diploma.
Anyway, it's pretty long, but the writing is much better than last week's essay, and hopefully more of you will be familiar with the source texts that I discuss. But you don't have to read it if you don't want to.
|
|
9.13.02
Choosing Not To Be: Inaction and Its Consequences in
Stoppard's "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead"
Tom Stoppard's "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead" is primarily a play of questions. The main characters (hereafter referred to as Ros and Guil) question everything: where they are, why they are where they are, what they are going to do next, what they are supposed to do next, and ultimately, who they are. Through the use of questions and questioning, Ros and Guil attempt to define "reality", understand the meaning of choice, and recognize their place in the scheme of things. The famous question "To be or not to be" that is at the heart of the original Shakespearean text is here transformed by Stoppard into the post-modern query, "What does it mean to be?"
We arrive at this one central question by way of other related questions. One that is brought up in this play from the first act on is the question of what is "real" and what is not. Stoppard chooses to bring up this question by creating a tension between the "real life" (life as it is experienced outside the context of the theater stage) and the life of a character who is condemned to say the lines that have been written for him. Interestingly enough, Stoppard chooses the life of the character as more "real", as if the theater's bounds are closer to the actual limitations of life than the limitations that we as humans set on ourselves. In other words, those characters (most notably the Player and his troupe) who are aware of their limitations as characters are actually freer to act than those characters who are not aware of their roles. Just as those people who are unable or unwilling to accept certain limitations to their actions because of their humanity and mortality are ultimately those who end up being the most limited, so Ros and Guil are destined to walk through their roles without ever truly reaching the self-conscious freedom of the Player, who, despite his supposed limitations, is perhaps the most liberated of all of Stoppard's characters.
Ros and Guil, on the other hand, represent two aspect of what is most stagnant and repressed about the modern man. Ros has given up trying to understand the world around him and his place in it due to the overwhelmingly bewildering complexity of the universe and its workings; he would prefer to be buffeted about by fate, drifting from one place to another without any clear goal in mind. This is shown in his constant linguistic drifts (he often forgets Guil's questions by the time he gets around to answering them), and in his inability to distinguish himself from Guil (a confusion of identity due to his own lack of self-will). His attitude toward life is stated plainly in his speech on the boat:
I'm very fond of boats myself. I like the way they'recontained. You don't have to worry about which way to go, or whether to go at allthe question doesn't arise, because you're on a boat, aren't you? Boats are safe areas in the game of tag
players will hold their positions until the music starts.
I think I'll spend most of my life on boats. (101-102)
All he wants out of life is "safe area" where he doesn't have to "worry about which way to go, or whether to go at all"forgetting, of course, that in a boat, just as in life, action is required to keep from being dashed on the rocks.
Guildenstern, on the other hand, thinks too much about himself and his relation to the world around himso much that he is prevented from realizing his own power of choice and free will. He wants to be sure that he is doing the "right" thinghe must be totally sure of all the possible repercussions of his actions before he commits them. Of course, this leads to total inaction on his part, because part of taking action is taking a riskwhich Guil is unwilling to do. Like the Nazi death-camp overseers who insist that they were "just following orders", Guil prefers to let those with temporal power make all his decisions for him, for fear of making the wrong one himself:
we are little men, we don't know the ins and outs of the matter, there are wheels within wheels, etceterait would be presumptuous of us to interfere with the designs of fate or even kings. All in all, I think we'd be well advised to leave well alone. (110)
Despite his philosophical attempts to understand his role in the universe, when it comes down to it, Guil is as indifferent as Ros. They are "little men" indeednot because of fate, but because they are unwilling to take action. Their fate is decided for them not because of who they are, but because of who they choose not to be. Elie Wiesel said that the opposite of love was not hate, but rather indifference. Ros and Guil take different approaches to understanding the events that they find themselves involved in, but the end result is the same: indifference. Indifference to events, to others, and finally to themselves. Together Ros and Guil are the epitome of the modern man who is unable to act on his own; two sides of the same coin, or, as the Player might say, "the same side of two coins" (23).
Stoppard starts us thinking about the tension between freedom and limitation in "real life" and on the stage from the very first conversation. The play begins with Ros and Guil tossing coins. "Heads", calls Ros every time Guil spins a coin, and heads appears over ninety times until Guil's bag is empty. Stoppard makes a point in his notes to say that the pair is "passing the time in a place without any visible character" (11). They are in a nowhere, a non-place where the laws of probability have been suspended. They exist out of time, space and physicsuntil the Player and his troupe show up. The law of probability returnsthe coin comes up tailsonly after the Player begins to give a play. In other words, the world of the stage is meta-fictionally presented as a "real" world, one that has the same appearance to the characters who inhabit it as our reality does to us.
Stoppard's intent in setting up the world that exists on the stage as an alternate reality that is just as important, just as "real" as the reality that we experience, is two-fold. The first is to give the Shakespearean maxim "All the world's a stage" a post-modern twistthe stage is a world itself. The second is to remind us that we, just as the characters in a play, are subject to certain limitations in life; there are more parallels between our own lives and actions and those of the characters up on stage than we might at first think.
These parallels are pointed out in many of the conversations between the Player, who, as a meta-conscious character, is freed to act according to his free will, despite his scripted lines, and Ros and Guil, who, as representatives of the overly-introspective modern man, spend the whole play talking instead of taking action. "But for God's sake what are we supposed to do?!" (66) questions Guil desperately. "Relax. Respond," answers the Player. "That's what people do. You can't go through life questioning your situation at every turn" (66). Which is true: if we, like Guil, went through life always wondering if our actions were absolutely right and necessary, then we would never be able to act at all. Or if, like Ros, we decided not to act because we relied so heavily on fate that we saw no need to ever do anything, then of course our indifference would lead to someone else always taking action for usjust as Hamlet takes action to change his imminent death at the end of this play. Ros and Guil let their limitations as characters (not acting because they cannot understand their condition fully despite constant questioning, or, conversely, knowing that they will never know and therefore simply not caring) limit their actions.
The Player, on the other hand, seems to be liberated from the bonds that prevent Ros and Guil from taking any action of their own precisely because of his awareness of his limitations as an actor and a character. Commenting on one of Guil's many self-doubting questions about he and Ros's purpose (at Elsinore and in the broader, philosophical sense), the Player responds:
For all anyone knows, nothing is [true]. Everything has to be taken on trust; trust is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume? (67)
This question is one of the Player's many attempts to raise Ros and Guil's consciousness about themselves and their limitations. By asking them what they assume, he is asking them to look inside themselves and define reality as they know it, define it subjectively and on their own terms, in order that Ros and Guil might better understand themselves by better understanding the way in which they perceive the world around them. Typically, however, Ros responds with someone else's words ("Hamlet is not himself"), and Guil spins the conversation off into a pointless attempt to define precisely what it means to not be oneself. Despite the Player's continued interventions in the conversation, Ros and Guil once again manage to avoid answering truly important questions and concentrate instead on the meaningless, Laurel and Hardy-esque misunderstandings of language that characterize so many of their conversations.
In fact, the only time that the Player truly seems at a loss for words is when Ros and Guil, who asked for a play from the Player and his company, betray the trust which the Player speaks so reverently of. Ros and Guil are somehow transported to Elsinore as soon as the play being given by the Player and his company begins, and therefore miss the play that is being staged expressly for their benefit off in the non-descript shadow land where we found them at the beginning of the play. When the Player shows up at Elsinore to fulfill his role in "Hamlet", he is angry, almost out of control, and yet strangely vulnerable, almost helpless in the face of Ros and Guil's abandonment of the play: "You don't' understand the humiliation of itto be tricked out of the single assumption which makes our existence viablethat somebody is watching" (63). The lack of an audience creates a rupture in the faith that holds together the universe as he knows it. He realizes the importance of an audience to his existence, and is shocked that Ros and Guil could so casually abandon him and his company to the oblivion of an empty theater.
Whisking Ros and Guil off to Elsinore at the start of the Player's play serves another purpose as well. When Ophelia first enters, signifying the entrance of "Hamlet" into Stoppard's text, we are not sure whether the events on stage should be considered "real" (i.e., real to Ros and Guil's point of view) or whether they are part of the play being given by the Player and his companyor both. This sudden, unannounced transition effectively blurs the line between the Player's play within a play, Shakespeare's text, and Stoppard's play, a device which Stoppard uses throughout "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead" to remind the audience of the lack of clearly defined boundaries between the events on stage and reality.
Another way in which Stoppard tries to convince us that the world of the stage is at least as real as the world as we experience it is by physically confining Ros and Guil to the stage. Although we are never sure if they are quite conscious of the fact that they cannot leave the stage (a physical representation of their inability to accept or understand their limitations as characters), there are times when, if they would only pay attention, they would be able to figure it out. For instance, at one point (page 86), they are ordered by Claudius to go and find Hamlet. They decide to split up, but each time they approach the edge of the stage, they do not exit, but rather retreat back to the middle. This could be read in two ways: one, the author is preventing them from leaving; or two, they are unable to leave because off stage, and without an audience, they do not exist. Either way, they remain blindly unaware of their physical limitations.
Their imprisonment bears some allegorical parallels to our own condition as humans, however. They are never able to leave the stage, just as we are unable to escape from this mode of existence into some other (until death, anyway). Ros and Guil are ever in each other's company, which can be seen as a parallel of our inability to escape from our consciousness, the inner "I", the voice with which we have our conversations about ourselves. This parallel is further strengthened by the fact that Ros and Guil function as foils for one anotherneither would seem complete without the other to compliment him.
Stoppard brings up these themes for several reasons. First, he wants us to understand that the limitations placed on characters can be seen as close parallels of some of the limitations placed on us as humans. And he does this to remind the audience that, like the actors who require both the faith and belief of an audience in order to exist, so we too require each other's faith that there is some purpose to our actions. Without the context of human society to respond and react to our actions as individuals, everything would soon seem pointless. Without the possibility of our actions and words communicating something to someone else, we would no longer believe that there was any meaning behind our actions, since without a society to react to them, our actions (or inactions) would seem to have no consequences, and therefore no real purpose. Without the faith of a community in which to explore ourselves through our actions and words, we would become like actors without an audiencelost and meaningless without a context for our actions.
Language and its uses and meanings is another theme that Stoppard explores in the play. Like the characters, language is the means by which we explore ourselves and our role in the scheme of things, as well as the way that we communicate with others and establish the faith that sets the context for actions. Like the characters on the stage, language is our only "way of knowing reality", a tool that allows us "to pass from the stage of implicit, often blind beliefs [the trust between the actors and the audience that is so cherished by the Player] to an awareness and acceptance of degrees of probability from which we can choose and act" (Makay and Brown, qtd. in Zivanovic 47). But language can only achieve these ends if properly utilizedand it is this utility that Ros and Guil have such trouble with.
Their use of language is often self-defeating, or at least stagnant; they seldom end up knowing any more about themselves or their situation at the end of a conversation than they do at the beginning, even when they are being prodded by a meta-conscious character like the Player, who is trying to raise Ros and Guil's own self-awareness by bringing them to a greater understanding of language and its role in the formation of human community and trust. As Zivanovic points out:
Their favorite means of "communication" is the most doomed to failure: it does not ask questions and give answers about meanings, it does not give answers at all, it simply requires questions. In this game of circular dialectic, questions are met with questions: whoever answers with a statement, repetition, non sequitor, or with a rhetorical question loses. The prohibition of the rhetorical question provides a good deal of irony and insight into the futility of this game in any effort towards awareness. (51)
In other words, they actually enjoy circular dialogue which leads them nowhere but back into the dead end of themselves and their lack of understanding. Or as Zivanovic says: "Inherent in the rules [of both the game and the way that Ros and Guil look at the world] is the inability to gain answers" (51).
William E. Gruber also comments on Ros and Guil's constant misinterpretation of other people's language as well as their own. He realizes that in some ways it is a comic device, a post-modern, confused twisting of the artful wit of Shakespeare's characters (who, incidentally, remain linguistically superior to Ros and Guil throughout the play). But there is something deeper and more sinister about their inability to use language as a tool for instead of a barrier to communication:
the courtiers' inept mishandling of language does not long remain a comic malapropism, but bends
with a crookedness that is straight. Both twisted syntax and twisted logic are appallingly true: wherever they areon boats, on the road, within a courtit is the fate of Ros and Guil never to be. (298)
This analysis brings us to another of the play's questions: "grappling with the concept of death as a state of negative existence" (Gruber 298). As Zivanovic points out, "the title informs us from the moment we read it
the [Ros and Guil] are dead" (55). this fact point not only to their eventual "deaths" at the end of the play, but also to their constant state of non-being during the play due to their unwillingness to choose, to take action. As Gruber points out, they are like the souls in the Vestibule of Hell in Dante's "Inferno""desperately pursuing .. [anything] that might ultimately give them human shape, human meaning" (300). They "have eschewed choice and action so their lives have no meaning" (Zivanovic 55-56); their inability to choose put them outside of the context of human understanding, exiles them from the human community that is build on trust. Like Dante's lost souls who are not even allowed to enter Hell proper, but must remain forever outside of it, Ros and Guil are not even granted proper theatrical deaths; they merely fade from view at the close of the play.
This all brings us back to the original question"To be or not to be"and Stoppard's post-modern counterpart: "What does it mean to beor not to be?" The post-holocaust opposite of hateindifferencecan also be read as inaction, both of which are demonstrated by Ros and Guil at the crucial moment in the text when they have their last chance to make a difference through meaningful action and truly enter into a state of being. This moment occurs when they open the sealed letter and discover that they are taking Hamlet to England to meet with his doom. Instead of taking action to insure that Hamlet is not killed, instead of doing something to prevent his unwarranted demise, the two merely rationalize away their responsibility toward his (as both friends and in the broader sense that respects Hamlet's humanity). Their excuses are eerily like those of the Nazi soldiers who killed the Jews during the Holocaust and of the onlookers in Poland and France who allowed the Nazis to commit their actions. Guil takes the soldiers' position, rationalizing that he is "just following orders", and therefore his personal responsibility toward Hamlet is removed and transferred to "fate" and "kings" (110). Ros, on the other hand, takes a typically non-interventionist stance, saying that it must be "for his own good" (111), a defense that was used by many of the villagers whose towns were transformed by the Nazis into death factories.
However, their inaction does not lead to Hamlet's demise, but rather their own. Hamlet takes action to keep himself alive and replaces the letter ordering his death with one that orders Ros and Guil's. By choosing not to save Hamlet, they have actually chosen not to save themselves. The Golden Rule also receives a post-modern twist: Ros and Guil are done unto exactly as they have done unto others. Even at the end, when they read the new letter and realize that they are the ones to be put to death, Ros and Guil do not protest, but merely continue in their state of non-being and inaction until their "deaths", in which they simply fade from our sight. Finally we realize that Ros and Guil were "so tied to inaction and orders, [that] they ultimately accept their last [order] commissioning their own death" (Zivanovic 54). It is the opposite of suicide: self-annihilation through lack of choice and action.
So what is Stoppard trying to tell us about post-modern existence through the lives and words of his characters? I have already pointed out how I think he goes to great lengths to show how the limitations placed on characters in a play are not all that different from those that are placed on the audiences by virtue of being human, or at least how the distinctions between what happens on the stage and what happens in "reality" are often not all that far apart. And this comparison is given even more credibility in light of the philosophical discussions on blame and responsibility that were triggered by the Holocaust, especially when we consider that a Holocaust-like triptych is established in the last scene: Ros and Guil are equivalent to the soldiers and onlookers who, even if they did not directly cause the deaths of the Jews, also did nothing to prevent it; and Hamlet in the role of innocent victim who is ordered killed by a powerful leader.
Stoppard is trying to tell us that our uncertainty about what is "right" and what is "wrong" is the normal human condition, and that it should not prevent us from deciding what we think is right and taking action to keep bad things from happening. Ros and Guil broke the trust of the human community when they refused to save Hamlet, or at least give him the information that would allow him to save himself. In order for the members of the audience to keep from repeating their mistake, Stoppard shows the personal consequences of inaction by having Hamlet take action against Ros and Guil because of their inaction on his behalf. In so doing, Stoppard "assert[s] a view of human activity that stresses men's ultimate responsibilitywhether prince or actor or lackeyfor what they do, and so for who they are" (Gruber 308). As the Player says, "[u]ncertainty is a normal state" (66). But it should not prevent action on behalf of a fellow human, and, reflexively, oneself.
2 May 1993
Gruber, William E. "'Wheels within wheels, etcetera': Artistic Design in 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead'". "Comparative Drama" 15 (1981-1982): 291-310
Stoppard, Tom. " Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead". New York: Grove Press, Inc., 1967.
Zivanovic, Judith. "Meeting Death Already There: The Failure to Choose in Stoppard's ' Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead'". "Liberal and Fine Arts Review" 1 (1981): 44-56.
|
|
9.16.02
It's Monday, so it's time for another Plug review. Today we have the Drive-By Truckers' "Southern Rock Opera", a two-disc concept album that explores the recent history of the south using Lynyrd Skynyrd as a focal point. I know, it sounds bizarre, but it's really a great record.
|
|
9.16.02
While surfing around looking for web sites on Cartoon Network's Aqua Teen Hunger Force (from their Adult Swim lineup), I tried to click on a link to an Angelfire site that turned out to be dead. Instead of the standard 404 message, however, I was greeted with the following:
If someone makes a webpage and gives the wrong URL, does it really exist?
I thought that was pretty amusing, so I hit the refresh button to see if there were any others. Turns out, there were at least 30. Here are some of the other good ones:
If you're reading this, it means this page is no more. It's probably not your fault.
Apparently, this page is not compatible with any browsers.
We didn't do it.
Your lucky numbers for today: 4, 0, 4.
If at first you don't succeed, type, type again.
If you had a nickel for each time you hit an incorrect URL, you'd be 5 cents richer right now.
You're disappointed? Mom wanted us to be a doctor.
'I remember when the internet only had a few pages, and they all worked' - 'Sure, Grampa...'
If true happiness can only be achieved through a state of nothingness, you're going down the right path.
It doesn't seem like that big a deal, but when I find little things like this, especially on a site from a big company like Angelfire, it makes me feel a little more optimistic about the future of the internet, because it reminds me of the early days when everything on the web was handmade by a single person, and there were funny little things like this on almost every site (not error pages necessarily, but hidden nuggets that you almost invariably discovered by accident while exploring a site). Since the corporate takeover of the web, quirky little bits of personality have been increasingly hard to find on sites, even on the sites of companies that wouldn't exist without the internet. I see something like this and I know that somewhere behind all the servers and high speed pipelines and oppressive policies, there is a person just like me who probably worked unpaid overtime for a few nights so he could add a human touch, his own personal mark, to his company's site. Whoever you are, I just want you to know that we appreciate it.
Oh, and by the way, if you haven't watched Aqua Teen Hunger Force yet, you really should. One of the funniest cartoons I've ever seen. And the theme song from Schoolly D is quite possibly the best theme song ever (although the ones from Sealab 2021 and Mission Hill are pretty good, too).
|
|
9.17.02
Today's Month of Content entry is another poem from the Borges project entitled "lines". It still feels kind of awkward to me, because it's not really completely my own creation, but rather a semi-failed experiment in recombination. What I did was collected lines from opera, poetry, television, movies, music, and books, and used them to create an entirely new work. Sometimes the lines are taken from what are considered to be high forms of art, like canonized novels and opera, but a lot of times they are from cheesy pop culture sources. This was a concept that I had been thinking about for a while, and I think it could be polished up and made a little more coherent, but this is the version that was used in the project, so that's what I'm posting here.
Below the poem itself is a source document, listing the artist and work from which each line was taken and sometimes a short explanation of its meaning. These source descriptions were also used in the Borges project. At one point I was going to expand the source descriptions significantly into a "Pale Fire" type text, but I just couldn't get it done by the project deadline.
|
|
9.17.02
lines
john webster was one of the best there was
the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
a way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun
round and round, what comes around goes around
so certain are you
who is our enemy?
what are we fighting for?
nie wieder, nie wieder
isn't it pretty to think so?
at five-thirty in the morning, the runners are already out
and because the road was once a river, it is always hungry
in the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket
i'll be back
like a white shocking wire, when she smiles
it is ridiculous to mention even
the snow falling endlessly in the winter night
he did not touch it
we were standing at the water's edge
wondering about the road ahead
i don't want to get over you
you're a looper
life is water that is being drawn off
what has been is what will be
the earth is not an echo
a morse code message sent from me to me
john webster was one of the best there was
|
|
9.17.02
john webster was one of the best there was
Echo & the Bunnymen
"My White Devil"
Porcupine
John Webster was a playwright working mostly in the early 15th century. He was famous for two tragedies, "The White Devil" (1612) and "The Duchess of Malfi" (1623). These works are regarded as the best examples of Elizabethan tragedy behind only Shakespeare's, but some modern scholars think that you can trace virtually every line in Webster's plays to another source (as opposed to Shakespeare, who merely borrowed old plots).
the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
Modest Moust
"3rd Planet"
The Moon and Antarctica
A reference to the scientific belief that space is a curved surface.
a way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun
James Joyce
Circular line from Finnegan's Wake (the line that is both the first and the last line of that circular book).
round and round, what comes around goes around
Ratt
"Round and Round"
Out of the Cellar
A crude modern reference to the Wheel of Fate imagery that was prevalent in Medieval literature and poetry; also consistent with Karma.
so certain are you
Yoda
Empire Strikes Back
who is our enemy?
what are we fighting for?
Richard Wagner
translated by Dan McGlaun
The Ring Cycle
Gotterdamerung
Act III, Scene III
nie wieder, nie wieder
Wire
"A Serious of Snakes"
The Ideal Copy
German phrase meaning "never again", taken up as a rallying cry against the Nazis and the Holocaust in the decades following Hitler's attempted genocide of the Jews. A declaration against circularity.
isn't it pretty to think so?
Ernest Hemingway
Last line from The Sun Also Rises
at five-thirty in the morning, the runners are already out
Donald Barthelme
"Chablis"
and because the road was once a river, it [is] always hungry
Ben Okri
The Famished Road, p. 1. In original text, bracketed "is" was "was".
in the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket
Charles Simic
The World Doesn't End, p. 17
i'll be back
Arnold Schwarzenegger line from a number of his movies.
like a white shocking wire, when she smiles
e.e. cummings
"my girl's tall with long hard eyes"
it is ridiculous to mention even
J.D. Salinger
"Teddy", Nine Stories
Last line of Teddy's diary.
the snow falling endlessly in the winter night
Paul Auster
"Space"
he did not touch it
Jorge Luis Borges
Line from the exact center of "The Circular Ruins"
we were standing at the water's edge
wondering about the road ahead
Dante
Purgatorio, Canto II:10-11
Translated by Mark Musa
i don't want to get over you
Magnetic Fields
"I Don't Want to Get Over You"
69 Love Songs
you're a looper
Looper
"Ballad of Ray Suzuki"
Up a Tree
Reference to circularity, this time in the context of making music with samples, but it could also apply to the circular nature of space, history, etc.
life is water that is being drawn off
Jean Toomer
"Rhobert"
Cane
what has been is what will be
Ecclesiastes 1:9 (on which the title of The Sun Also Rises is based)
the earth is not an echo
Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass, "To Think of Time", line 72
a morse code message sent from me to me
Death Cab for Cutie
"I Was a Kaliedoscope"
The Photo Album
john webster was one of the best there was
Echo & the Bunnymen
"My White Devil"
Porcupine
|
|
9.18.02
A quick follow-up from Doug on my "lines" poem from yesterday (the Ian he refers to is Ian McCulloch, the singer for Echo & the Bunnymen):
Really liked "lines"the ironic thing about "My White Devil" is that Ian cribbed the opening lines of the song from a paper his then-girlfriend had written for a class on Webster.
Very meta...
Interesting. I'm beginning to believe that I am either not as smart as or much smarter than I think I am, and that, either way, Doug is a genius whose pop culture knowledge continues to oustrip my own.
|
|
9.18.02
For the Month of Content, I'm supposed to introduce a new feature to the site today. This is a relatively minor and incomplete addition, but one that follows in the footsteps of my CD collection: I've decided to post the contents of my personal library to the site.
Today I am launching it with only two bookcases of my books, but I will add more in the coming weeks (I have another bookcase or two and several boxes that I recently brought back from Wilmingtonfriends of mine will notice a current lack of Paul Auster; I have just about everything of his). The authors are in alphabetical order, but aside from that I haven't really settled on a structure. Sometimes multiple works by the same author are listed in the order they were published, and sometimes alphabetically. Someday I'll probably settle on a system, as well as add the publication dates, but for now I just want to get the basics up.
|
|
9.19.02
How to Make a Million Dollars: Part III in a Series
This is the idea that is probably closest to my heart because of my fondness for my time as a stage manager with a local theater, which was the inspiration for this idea (that, and the mind-numbingly stupid and hostile relationships that seem to exist between the executives and ordinary workers in large coporate environments). This idea came to me after years of hearing about these management training/corporate bonding/team building retreats that executives force all their peons to attend in the interest of creating corporate harmony increased efficiency through teamwork and cooperation.
Most of the things these retreats purport to teach are things that I actually learned while stage managing several plays with a local theater years ago. In the theater, the customer really is the most important thing: no matter what's going wrong backstage or who is pissed off at who, the entire troupe, from the actors on stage to the lighting, sound, costume, and makeup people backstage, has to pull it together and put on a good show. It is a terrible feeling to lose an audience, who will forgive mistakes but not bickering and finger-pointing. When the lights go up, everything else is forgotten until the show is over; even when tempers flare backstage during a production, no one ever let's it affect what's going on in front of the audience. To quote Shakespeare, the play's the thing.
A big part of learning to really be part of a team is learning how to be flexible and pick up someone else's slack. If an actor is having a problem with his costume, you don't make the audience wait for you to call the costumer to fix it: you just fix it yourself. The same goes for the actors onstage. If someone forgets their lines, you don't just stand there staring at them and waiting for them to do their part. You cover for them, either by reminding them of their lines or just moving on to the next bit of dialogue. There is no rigid hierarchy that has to be followed at all times: everyone has to be able to do every job, at least a little bit, and you all have to look out for each other. Because if something gets screwed up, the audience won't just blame an individual. They'll blame the whole production, from the theater manager to the backstage runners to the set designers. You all suffer if the play doesn't go well, and you can all take pride in the audience's applause when you do things right; they are applauding for you, even if they never saw your face or read your name in the program.
Businesses should be run the same way. There needs to be a loose hierarchy, of course, but people need to learn to stretch beyond their specified duties when the situation calls for it, and the people in charge need to learn that one of the most brilliant things a manger can do is step aside and let the most qualified person do the job. You still need to have the corporate equivalent of a director, actors, backstage support staff, etc., but you also need to recognize that the guy doing data entry, if he's doing a great job, is just as important as the executive vice president in charge of the division. Like a theater audience, customers don't care how a company is organized, who's in charge of who, and which individual screwed up. All they care about is having a good experience with that company and their products. And if they have a negative experience, they blame the whole organization, and everyone in that organization suffers.
You can probably see where this is going. I think that people would actually learn something about working with each other and putting the customer first if they were sent to a week or two long camp or retreat where a division or unit of a company had to put on a play together, including at least three performances in front of a paying audience. It might be useful to have people take on roles that were similar to the ones they occupy in the company, but it might be even more instructive to switch things up, so that the secretary would be the star, the manager would be a stagehand, and grunt-level workers were stage managers, directors, and producers. I can see something like this being trendy enough to attract a lot of coporate clients, but unlike most of these things, I think it would actually teach the participants something about working together as a unit to produce a satisfying experience for their customers.
|
|
9.20.02
I don't really remember writing the paper that I posted this week, but I suspect that it was originally a draft that I had prepared for my thesis, which at one point was going to cover several of Auster's books, but which in the end only dealt with the New York Trilogy. It feels like a draft, anyway. There are lots of awkward analogies, and several occasions when I wasn't really being clear about what I wanted to say.
It's not terrible, though, and in some ways the ideas that I explored in my thesis are even more prevalent in this work than they are in the Trilogy. I don't know what the original title was, but I'm sure it was much better than the one I've come up with now (I used to make them up right before I turned them in, and didn't necessary save that part to a file).
On another note: I just want everyone to know that, due to the rapidly increasing obsolescence of my technology, I have had to print out these papers on a ten year old typewriter and then retype them by hand on my computer. So at least try to appreciate that aspect of my efforts.
|
|
9.20.02
Art and Life in Paul Auster's "Moon Palace"
Paul Auster's "Moon Palace" investigates the differences between art and reality by exploring the limits of several types of artistic media. One of Auster's main themes, which recurs in this work, is the question of what happens to the writer when he runs out of ink and paper, or to the painter when she runs out of colors. This novel includes a painter, a writer, and a literary critic who use their vocations to explore the nature of existence and to provide some sort of organization for their own personal experiences. But each of these men reach a point where they have to deal with some unknown about themselves, so that the question each of them must ask themselves is: which is more important for understanding the world around them, art and artifice or the facts of reality?
The dilemmas inherent in this question are further complicated by the fact that the three main characters are a grandfather-father-son trio who do not know that they are related when they first meet. Much of each of their work focuses on searching for the lost father figure, or at least trying to understand the world from the point of view of the fatherless child. In addition, the work of all three is inn some way an attempt to understand what it means to be an American, so that in the end their work is not only a search for literal biological fathers, but for the mythical forefathers of our nation as well.
The main character and narrator, Marco Stanley Fogg, sets up many of the archetypes and themes that will be explored in "Moon Palace" when he describes his childhood and young adulthood in the beginning of the novel. One of Auster's most important themes is that of the journey or quest, which in this novel is also a metaphor for one's art and one's life as a journey into the self, both historical and personal. Uncle Victor, Fogg's mother's brother who takes over his care after Fogg's mother is hit by a bus while he is still a boy, is a substitute father figure and is responsible for many of Fogg's views on the world. He likes "to concoct elaborate nonsensical theories about things" (Auster 6), which usually involves punning on a word to produce an alternate meaning; it is a game of finding the hidden inner meanings to the symbols of outer reality. For example, he says of Fogg's name that "it proved that travel was in [his] blood" (Auster 6) because it is composed of the names of three famous explorers or travelers: Marco is from Marco Polo, Stanley is after the explorer who found Dr. Livingstone, and Fogg is after Phileas Fogg, the main character from Jules Verne's "Around the World in 80 Days".
Uncle Victor's interpretation of Fogg's name serves several purposes. First, it stresses the theme of the journey which will become more and more prevalent as the book progresses. It also sets up the context from which Fogg will view the world, that is, as a place where things and words are symbols for something deeper. Fogg is always attempting to discover all of the alternate meanings of words, just as Uncle Victor did, in order to reach the deeper truth or truths that lurk behind the outer reality of the word. This in turn leads to the idea that books and films are the keepers of words and, though they are works of art, can and should form part of the structuring and re-structuring that goes on when one remembers one's life. In fact, the legacy that Fogg inherits from Victor is composed entirely of books, both as physical objects and transmitters of ephemeral ideas. There is an almost endless list of books that Fogg mentions in his narrative, which therefore leads us to believe that they are important to him; many of these, not coincidentally, are travel accounts or fictional books about traveling.
The most important idea that Victor passes down to his nephew, however, would have to be the idea that he puts forward when he puns on Fogg's first two initials, "M.S." This is an abbreviation for manuscript, about which Victor says: "'Every man is the author of his own life
. The book you are writing is not yet finished. Therefore, it's a manuscript. What could be more appropriate than that?'" (Auster 7). This idea that each man's life is his ultimate work of art is one that colors the way that Fogg sees the world, and as such influences not only the events that happen in "real time" in the novel (i.e., it influenced him while the events in the book were taking place), but also taints the recollections which form the narrative of "Moon Palac | | |