Friday, February 13, 2009

values question

I just read this line:

See, I’m not the kind to tie myself to a tree and defy a lumberjack to chop me down from a limb.

Let's imagine just such a scenario. A radical environmentalist of the tree-hugging variety (don't get me wrong: I don't harbor enmity toward environmentalists as a whole, but I have little patience for extremists of any stripe) chains himself to the limb of a tree scheduled to be cut down. He's done this in the knowledge that the loggers need their livelihood, and that people somewhere need some sort of housing. He's chosen the tree over a certain subset of people.

Question: from that environmentalist's point of view, what would be the problem with the logger cutting the limb down and allowing the man to plummet toward possible injury or death? If the environmentalist is self-consistent, shouldn't he see the logger as a kindred spirit, i.e., as someone who is also willing to devalue a certain subset of humanity (a subset with only one member: the tree-hugger)?

If this isn't the environmentalist's point of view, what is his point of view? I can only imagine something hypocritical: he's playing on the idea that the logger will value human life more than he [i.e., the logger] values the tree; at the same time, the tree-hugger embraces the tree in such a way that he demonstrates his own preference for the tree over people.

The way I see it, self-consistency demands that the environmentalist harbor no resentment toward the logger at all. He and the logger each value the tree, though in different ways, but both are prepared to devalue each other. Right before the saw bites into that limb, the logger and tree-hugger should exchange a stoic look, each acknowledging the other's solemn commitment to his respective duty. They should then give each other a barely perceptible nod of mutual assent, and that's when the cutting begins. The tree-hugger has forfeited his right to cry, "I'm going to fall! Where is your compassion for people?" Because the logger can ask in return: "Where's yours?"


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Thursday, February 12, 2009

transmigration

Where do "Battlestar Galactica" characters go as the series draws to a close? Why, they head over to "Burn Notice," of course! Tonight's episode of BN featured everybody's favorite BSG lawyer, Romo Lampkin (played by actor Mark Sheppard). BN has also hosted BSG big-shots Tricia Helfer, who has a recurring role, and Lucy Lawless, whose BN character threw herself off a building (instead of stranding herself on a radioactive Earth) after making reference to "another life." Pretty soon, secret agent Michael Weston's going to be inhabiting a Miami full of Cylons.

I've started to think of the migration of BSG actors to "Burn Notice" as a sort of running joke, and I hope it continues. The series finale should feature Edward James Olmos. Bringing Olmos onto the show would pretty much shatter the fabric of reality, since he not only has BSG ties but is famous for his role on that 80s classic, "Miami Vice." Hollywood is nothing if not recursive and intertextual: familiar actors (and storylines) pop up everywhere.

All this has happened before; all this will happen again...


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and how will you be spending your Valentine's Day?

I'll be transcribing again this weekend. I managed to squeeze in a few hours last weekend, and hope to make more progress over the next few days. The conversation I'm transcribing is around 90 minutes long, which entails about 21 hours of work (I transcribe at a rate of roughly 7 hours per 30 minutes of dialogue).

I also hope to see "Doubt" and "Gran Torino" before they leave theaters. Will I have a female companion with me? Alas, no. Then again, I'm not sure that either of those films qualifies as a date movie, so this might be for the best.


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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

one man's interreligious position

From a Spiegel interview with controversial Bishop Richard Williamson, one of the priests being brought back into the Roman Catholic fold despite his history of Holocaust denial (or Holocaust minimizing):

SPIEGEL: Your position on Judaism is consistently anti-Semitic.

Williamson: St. Paul put it this way: The Jews are beloved for the sake of Our Father, but our enemies for the sake of the gospel.

SPIEGEL: Do you seriously intend to use Catholic tradition and the Bible to justify your anti-Semitism?

Williamson: Anti-Semitism means many things today, for instance, when one criticizes the Israeli actions in the Gaza Strip. The Church has always understood the definition of anti-Semitism to be the rejection of Jews because of their Jewish roots. This is condemned by the Church. Incidentally, this is self-evident in a religion whose founders and all important individuals in its early history were Jews. But it was also clear, because of the large number of Jewish Christians in early Christianity, that all men need Christ for their salvation -- all men, including the Jews.

SPIEGEL: The pope will travel to Israel soon, where he plans to visit the Holocaust Memorial. Are you also opposed to this?

Williamson: Making a pilgrimage to the Holy Land is a great joy for Christians. I wish the Holy Father all the best on his journey. What troubles me about Yad Vashem is that Pope Pius XII is attacked there, even though no one saved more Jews during the Nazi period than he did. For instance, he had baptismal certificates issued for persecuted Jews to protect them against arrest. These facts have been distorted to mean exactly the opposite. Otherwise, I hope that the pope will also have an eye and a heart for the women and children who were injured in the Gaza Strip, and that he will speak out in support of the Christian population in Bethlehem, which is now walled in.

SPIEGEL: Your statements have caused great injury and outrage in the Jewish world. Why don't you apologize?

Williamson: If I realize that I have made an error, I will apologize. I ask every human being to believe me when I say that I did not deliberately say anything untrue. I was convinced that my comments were accurate, based on my research in the 1980s. Now I must review everything again and look at the evidence.


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final inspection

We're scheduled to have the house's final inspection tomorrow, and I've got two proofing assignments to do as well, so today is fairly busy. Much cleaning, rearranging, and proofing to do. More later.


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father-daughter dialogue

In this post, my buddy Mike relates an exchange between him and his eldest daughter.


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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

he does it again

Justin Yoshida always finds the cool links. Check out his blog, and watch a video on Chinese food which, as the presenter cheerfully argues, is more American than apple pie.


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painful knees

Well, folks, it looks as though 600 miles was enough to curse me with painful knees. I did that 3-miler with Dad yesterday, got back home, and was in some pain an hour later. I couldn't help thinking that the pain felt like a precursor to arthritis. It's been with me since late September, when I left Walla Walla: an ache that's hard to ignore, in both knees. I'm pretty sure I can manage it with painkillers (I've been off the meds for months, and didn't take any yesterday when the pain flared anew), but it's going to be a reality as I start up again.

Unlike the MCL strain, which was a very different, rather acute sort of agony, this pain is distributed through the entirety of both knee joints. It doesn't prevent me from walking, but it does motivate me to stay seated as long as possible. Dad asked me whether I'd be able to continue walking, given my condition, and I told him it'll be no problem. I'm hoping I'm right. As things stand, the pain subsides-- or even disappears-- when I get moving, but it's those initial moments of movement after a sedentary period that are the worst. I'm sure I can live with it; there are worse pains. It's just disappointing that the rest of the walk is going to be colored by this problem.


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Monday, February 9, 2009

who's the real main character, here?

Tonight's episode of "24" introduced an interesting wrinkle: are Jack Bauer and FBI Special Agent Moss fighting for Agent Renee Walker's soul? Moss and Walker were an item before the day began, though we still don't know just how close they were/are. Moss is almost stereotypically by-the-book in his approach to crisis situations, and it galls him that Agent Walker has been so easily seduced by Jack Bauer's brutal pragmatism. A conversation between Bauer and Moss in front of the Capitol Reflection Pool brings out the central issue: Moss tells Jack flat-out that he won't stand for Walker becoming like Jack.

I like this dynamic, which is new and unusual for "24": it's like a sick version of a love triangle, but with weaponry instead of genitals. I get the impression that Moss is basically a good, stand-up guy, which is why I noted before that he's probably going to suffer an unpleasant end (the sacrificial lamb is a ubiquitous "24" trope). And if he truly cares for Walker, as seems to be the case, he's justified in his concern for her.

Walker's internal conflict was a major element of tonight's episode. Jack had asked her to threaten the wife and infant child of a dirty Secret Service agent named Vossler. She did what Jack asked, agreeing with Jack about the necessity of her actions (Jack was trying to force Vossler to tell him where the president's husband was being held), but obviously hating herself for what she was doing. Tonight, it seemed that Walker was the main character. Good for her!

I'll be curious to see how all this plays out. If it follows the template from a couple seasons ago, when Audrey Raines found herself torn between Jack and her estranged husband (a man she still loved), it's not going to turn out well for Special Agent Larry Moss.




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tweet

I obviously need to learn more about real-time searching, which is apparently the new wave. Here's an example of what real-time searching does (I know other bloggers have talked about this, but this was the first time I'd read a clear example of how such a search engine trumps conventional search engines):

A few weeks later I was on a call with Dave Winer and the Switchabit team — one member of the team (Jay) all of a sudden said there was an explosion outside. He jumped off the conference call to figure out what had happened. Dave asked the rest of us where Jay lived — within seconds he had Tweeted out “Explosion in Falls Church, VA?” Over the next hour and a half the Tweets flowed in and around the issue (for details see & click on the picture above). What emerged was a minor earthquake had taken place in Falls Church, Virginia. All of this came out of a blend of Dave’s tweet and a real time search platform. The conversations took a while to zero in on the facts — it was messy and rough on the edges but it all happened hours before main stream news, the USGS or any “official” body picked it up the story. Something new was emerging — was it search, news — or a blend of the two. By the time Twitter acquired Summize in July of ‘08 it was clear that Now Web Search was an important new development.

Read the article.


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a walk with Pop

I did a three-miler with my dad this morning, just a loop around the neighborhood. It was the perfect antidote to a nightmare I'd been having before I woke up around 5:45AM. The nightmare revolved around my growing an extra leg, which was slowly beginning to appear out of my left calf: the foot was fully out and nestled next to my natural left foot, and part of the new calf was emerging, diagonally, from the old one. Nasty.

It sucks that the dreams I tend to remember are the bad ones. For the most part, I don't remember any dreams, though I often recall their emotional tenor. I do remember a few great dreams, almost always involving the power of flight, but such memories are few and far between. This morning's nightmare was truly disturbing, though not as bad as some that I've had over the years. I think most of us are freaked out by the prospect of something alien inside us, either growing out of us or violating us through unnatural penetration (watch the movie "The Ruins" if you're into deadly ivy crawling into open wounds and orifices).

OK... I have no idea how I went from describing a happy morning walk with my father to a discussion of unnatural bodily penetration, so before this veers off into something even more perverse, I think I'll stop here.

Hope you enjoyed my take on Hugo Chavez yesterday, which was a test run of my Photoshop Elements 6 software. Lightsabers. Can't get enough of 'em.


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Sunday, February 8, 2009

nuestro héroe

¡Viva la revolución!






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Charles on prayer

My buddy Charles has written an excellent piece on prayer over at his site, Liminality. His conclusions about the nature and significance of prayer overlap a great deal with my father's views on the subject.

I, personally, am not a particularly prayerful or churchy person; prayer isn't a large part of my life, especially since I stopped being a classical theist all those years ago, but I respect the sort of prayer that Charles is talking about, which is consonant with John Hick's basic insight into good religion, i.e., that it is a turn away from self-centeredness toward Reality-centeredness.

Give Charles a read, and though it's not really my place to say this, feel free to leave him some comments.


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yikes

You're more sensitive to tragedy when it strikes people you know. Living in Korea gave me the privilege of meeting, among others, plenty of Canucks, Brits, Aussies, and Kiwis, and right now, perhaps as a function of the friendships I've made, I find the blazes in Australia to be very worrisome.

Hang in there, Oz!

ADDENDUM: I know a Korean woman who spent several years studying English in Australia, but who had no idea what I was talking about when I asked if she'd ever gone into the Outback. "What's Outback?" she asked. This is what happens when "learning about a country" means "hanging in one big city." Foreigners who spend their days in the Itaewon district of Seoul should take note.


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Saturday, February 7, 2009

must-read punditry

You'd do well to venture over to Skippy's place and read his latest post on Obama. The piece starts off with a good thrashing of GOP/conservative hypocrisy, then moves on to its intended target, playfully known in many blogger circles as "Barry."


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handrail

Today's major house project is the installation of a "graspable handrail," required by county code for indoor and outdoor stairways that have four or more steps. Dad bought a handrail kit that includes a white, heavy-duty, PVC-style handrail. The color matches much of the deck, but the shape is a little weird. I had been expecting a handrail shaped a lot like the railing inside a handicap toilet cubicle, essentially a squared-off letter C, whose corners are curved but imply right angles. The railing Dad bought suggests a C shape, but the ends of the railing are designed to loop way out, then back 180 degrees, attaching to the front and rear sides of the deck posts, not to the sides of the posts facing the actual stair steps. In other words, I was imagining this, but instead we've gotten something that looks a bit like this (imagine that both ends have a 180-degree turn-- not just the left end; it's also a tighter turn than shown in that graphic).

I'm going to see if I can persuade Dad to get a simpler railing. The kit he's got requires us to make angled cuts in the material, but without Mr. Jeong's table saw, such cuts will be hard to make. Getting a more simply designed handrail would eliminate most of our troubles. More on this later.

UPDATE: No dice. We're using the U-bend railing. It's actually not as horrible as I thought, but it still sticks out like a sore tentacle.


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Friday, February 6, 2009

revisiting old BSG predictions

UPDATE: Damn, that was a tense episode! Well, we now know the fates of two of the most major characters in the series, as they both died by firing squad. We also got to see parts of the Galactica not seen previously. Yet another of the Final Five might be dead (last we saw, he had a head or neck wound), and a major conflict between Galactica and the rebel base ship was averted. The whole episode was an excellently played Mexican standoff; it kept me guessing right to the very end. The preview for next week's episode shows the return of Ellen Tigh, and she appears to be rising out of a Significant Seven-style resurrection bath, which again raises the question of whether the Final Five were ever part of Earth's population. Next week's episode promises answers to a lot of questions, especially now that the standoff appears over.

UPDATE 2: Is this 2007 entry from Ron Moore's blog a sign of what's in store for us BSG watchers?

UPDATE 3, August 16, 2009: This post has received a few visitors. I don't know whether the visitors are aware of this, but I've written more about BSG since this.

BSG: Final Predictions

BSG Musings:"Daybreak,. Part 2"

And a very long theological essay: BSG's Deity: Not Loving, and Possibly Insane






From an April 27, 2007 Facebook posting, before we knew what would happen in the final season of "Battlestar Galactica":

1. Starbuck is not the final Cylon.

2. Earth, when found, will not be the present-day Earth. That would be way too awkward: how to explain the near-exact parallel evolution of two cultures separated by so much time and space? No: I suspect this is an "alternate Earth."

3. The Adama-Tigh friendship will end in either a murder or a suicide. Most obvious bet is Tigh killing himself out of self-hatred. That's why I'm betting Adama will surprise us all by losing it and killing himself at or near the end of the story. That, or he'll murder Tigh.

4. Some Cylons will become humanity's permanent friends as the fracturing of Cylon culture continues.

5. As a result, the Cylon issue will not be resolved by the end of the series: you can't commit genocide against friends. Cylons will be with us forever.

6. Hocus-pocus mysticism will become even more annoyingly prevalent, and the series will lose all credibility with me


Remarks on each prediction:

1. Prediction (1) is presumably true, if we grant that Ellen Tigh truly is the fifth of the Final Five Cylons. But now that we have an Earth full of different types of Cylons, we've opened the door to Cylon parallel evolution and seem to have closed the door on the claim, from the 2003 miniseries that started it all, that "There are only twelve Cylon models." We've also opened a Pandora's Box regarding what sort of relationship these different types of Cylon have with each other. The so-called Significant Seven seem to have had knowledge of the Final Five for a long time: long enough to have developed a taboo about speaking of the Final Five.

It's still unclear what makes the Final Five objects of reverence for the Significant Seven. It's also unclear whether the Final Five were fellow Cylon Earthlings. A third unresolved issue is whether Starbuck qualifies as yet another type of Cylon, or is the missing Number Seven (thereby making the Significant Seven into the Significant Eight). Starbuck's status also has wider implications, because her reappearance-- along with that of her Viper-- implies the existence of a technology that can produce an exact copy not only of a humaniform entity, but of other objects as well.

2. Item (2) was a fairly safe prediction, and it turned out to be partly true: Earth is apparently Cylon.* But the Earth we see in Tigh's and Tyrol's flashbacks to 2000 years ago looks exactly like colonial civilization, i.e., modern North American civilization. So in a sense, the Cylon-populated Earth (no word yet on whether Earth was purely Cylon) is like our Earth. This was an unexpected turn of events, and I again have to give BSG credit for doing the unpredictable.

3. Prediction (3) came pretty close to happening, as Adama drunkenly tried to goad Tigh into shooting him. Since that episode, though, Adama seems to have come to terms with the fact that his friend of many years is a Cylon. Perhaps he's rationalized this by focusing on Tigh's otherness: he's one of the Final Five, and as an individual, Tigh has been nothing but loyal to his uniform. Effectively speaking, he's Colonial through and through, and that's why, in last week's episode, Adama faced the renegade fire teams with Saul Tigh at his side and said, "It's been an honor to serve with you."

4. As for Prediction (4)... I think the jury's still out. Have the rebel Cylons become humanity's friends? DeAnna has chosen to remain planetside and die "with the bones of [her] ancestors" (though I'm still unsure these Cylons qualify as ancestors, any more than spider monkeys qualify as our ancestors). She has never really shown much love for humanity, making her a lot like the Cavils, Simons, and Dorals. The rebel Cylons-- primarily 6s (Boomer, Athena) and 8s (Natalie, Gina, Head-Six, etc.), but also the 2s (Leoben)-- have chosen to side with humanity for mostly practical and religio-philosophical reasons, not out of love. Plus, as the last few episodes have shown (and tonight's episode will continue this), large chunks of the human fleet are dead set against any alliance with the Cylons. It's not obvious that humanity as a whole will learn to live in harmony with Cylons of any stripe.

5. Prediction (5) is looking likely, but we have to wait until the end of the series to know more.

6. Prediction (6) has come at least partly true, especially with the scene in which Baltar appears to be lifted off his feet by an invisible force, but the series hasn't driven me away. The question of what sort of universe this is has been a major one throughout the series, what with visions and prophecies and characters that seem to have angelic and demonic functions. Is the BSG universe a theistic one? Are the Cylons justified in worshipping a single god? Is Colonial polytheism (by the way, has this religion ever been named?) the true religion?

You already know that I'm leaning toward a "there are only Cylons" thesis. This would account for the prophetic visions and the apparently rigid eternal recurrence of events, right down to the re-creation of modern North American language and culture 2000 years later. In the structured, rule-governed world of machines, where perfect middle knowledge is possible, predictions masquerading as prophecy make a certain amount of sense, as do all the fantastic coincidences in the series, as well as various characters' visions of the dead (or visions of the contents of each others' heads). Relentless, high-fidelity repetition is something machines can do far better than people can; humans might say that "history repeats itself," but this can't be taken literally when humans say it, because human history never repeats itself exactly, and people have obviously made progress in many areas (perhaps a subject for another post, but I'll just end up quoting Stephen Pinker on this matter).

With all that said, I admit I'm intensely curious to see whether poor Adama gets airlocked tonight, and whether Saul Tigh is really dead, as the episode preview slyly suggests.** I'm torn between rooting for the human race (which may not even exist if everyone really is a Cylon) and hoping that Ronald Moore takes the series to a very dark and gloomy conclusion. That conclusion seems more and more likely: the series has featured plenty of deus talk, but no deus ex machina-- no miracle planet stocked with herd animals and resplendent with arable land. With 39,000 humans left, no stone un-nuked, no animals to speak of, and nothing but processed algae for food, it's unlikely that humanity can be fruitful and multiply. At this point in the series, the only option humanity has left is to wink out. Watching humanity's inexorable slide toward nonexistence makes for gripping TV: the series evokes a great deal of morbid curiosity, which has to be one of the weirdest ways in which to attract an audience.*** In that respect, Prediction (6) was wrong, because I'm still hooked.





*Remember "Star Trek: First Contact"? The Enterprise follows the Borg sphere as it travels backward in time; while stuck inside the Borg sphere's chrono-energy contrail, the Enterprise crew has a brief, nightmare vision of an alternate Earth that is 100% Borg. I was reminded of this scene when Baltar claimed that the thirteenth colony was Cylon. It bothers me, though, that he would make such a claim after such a brief survey of the planet. If Cylons are hardier than humans, could it be that human bones have deteriorated faster than Cylon ones? In fact, that whole question of Cylon biodegradability is somewhat nettlesome. If a Cylon is shot in a forest, will the forest creatures pick at the corpse?

**If Ellen Tigh truly is the fifth of the Final Five Cylons, and if she's truly dead (Saul killed her at the beginning of Season 3, as you'll recall; we haven't seen her since), and if the Significant Seven Cylons suffered no psychic distress at her passing (hell, they didn't even know they were torturing a fellow Cylon when they removed Tigh's eye)... what does it matter to the Significant Seven whether Tigh is killed?

***Then again, it's not an uncommon dramatic technique. "Lawrence of Arabia" comes to mind as a classic example: the film begins with TE Lawrence's death, then takes you through the events leading up to it. Albert Camus' The Stranger, another classic, goes rapidly downhill after Meursault shoots the Arab for no good reason. In both cases, the fun lies in watching the deathward slide.


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breather

I'm done with the onslaught of proofing-- at least for the moment. Today, I've got plenty of chores to keep me busy, and the time has come to restart transcription.

One change in the walk, when I start up again in about two months, is that I plan to leave out the part about "this is purely for transcription purposes" when I ask people whether I may record their voices. I agree with the commenters who've said that it might be easier just to upload the audio files and worry about transcription later. I'm not sure how many people will consent to having their voices put online, but I'm hoping that people who speak with conviction about religious issues will be willing to stand up publicly for what they believe-- whatever that belief might be. And if those folks don't consent to having the audio of their responses online... I'm hoping they'll at least allow an audio recording so that I can make a transcript later on.

I don't know what sort of equipment to buy to increase the audio quality of the interviews; I have a clip-on mike that works pretty well, but I think I need another one, plus some sort of splitter, so that (1) I can plug two mikes into the same recorder, and (2) both my voice and my interlocutor's will come out crisp and clear. If I happen to be interviewing a group (and the next transcript you see will be from a group interview-- the good folks at the Metanoia Peace House in Portland, Oregon), I might need some sort of omnidirectional mike... but here, we get into the question of how bulky such equipment is. Anyone have any ideas about how I can travel light, swift, and deadly?

So there we go: these are the questions preoccupying me this weekend. As always, constructive comments are welcome.


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Wednesday, February 4, 2009

yum

Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

ah, the things you learn

I had no idea that "human respect management" was a legitimate business term.

In Korea.

As far as I can tell, the term exists nowhere else.


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still busy

I got two more proofing requests during the night, so I'm still busy. More when I have a moment.


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whew

For the past several hours, I've been stuck on a most alien turn of phrase:

Company X Declares "Field Management"

It's the headline for one of the magazine articles I've been proofing (I don't feel I'm at liberty to reveal the company's true name, hence "Company X"). I finally gave up and wrote BK to request the original Korean version of the article: my Google searches for the exact phrase "declare field management" (and its inflected variants: declares, declared, declaring) turned up zero hits. They also turned up far too many examples of "field management," which means a million different things depending on context.

So I got an email with the Korean original attached. In Korean, the locution in question is "X 현장경영 선언." I'm now re-tailoring the sentence to read "Company X Announces New On-site Management Strategy," which isn't an exact translation, but which makes for a clear headline. Let's break this down:

현장 = field, site, (current) location, locale, spot, scene
경영 = management, administration
선언 = declaration, proclamation, announcement

The sentence "Company X declares field management" is gibberish. The phrase "field management" is vague and therefore conveys no information. The verb "declare" further blurs things because it's an awkward word choice.

If we change this to "X announces field management," we're still speaking gibberish. "Announce" is the correct verb, because companies often announce big changes, but what follows that verb still points to nothing specific.

When you Google the exact phrase "on-site management," however, you get over 1.1 million results, which is a small hint that that phrase means something, and is probably widely understood.

But we still have a problem: the sentence "X announces on-site management" sounds unnatural in business English. Something seems to be lacking, and that's why I've taken liberties by adding "new" and "strategy." Now we've got an intelligible headline!

Company X Announces New On-site Management Strategy

It plays. And it's consistent with the article that follows it.

Whew.


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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

in-box is piling up

I've got a stack of proofing to do from both my jobs, so I'll be quick. To borrow Dr. Vallicella's terminology, I'm more linker than thinker for the moment.

1. Read Malcolm's discussion of chi.

2. Read Peter's post on whether determinists are evil.

3. Read Charles's insightful post on criticism.

A few remarks about "24": I'm rooting for Mr. and Mrs. Motobo, who are portrayed by two excellent actors. I fear something terrible is going to happen to one or both of them, and I also suspect that FBI chief Larry Moss is going to meet an untimely end before the day is done-- something along the lines of poor Ryan Chappelle. Also, I had to laugh when, in the most recent episode (2PM to 3PM), the Canadian Embassy-- a very familiar building to those who know DC-- was renamed "the Ritter Building." I think a lot of DC-Metro natives have had a good chuckle at how "24" plays fast and loose with DC's geography.

One last thing: avoid Red Bull, which gives you wings only in the angelic sense.


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separation achieved

Dad's been gracious about how much I've been hogging his computer since I got home, and he hasn't uttered a word of complaint, but I bet he's glad I'm finally-- finally-- out of his hair.

That's right: I've set up my base of operations downstairs in my old bedroom (a.k.a. The Dungeon... seems as if I'm reliving my teens) after figuring out how to obtain wireless access to Dad's FiOS service. Many necessary programs have been downloaded, including the all-important Google Earth; I got my optical drive, uploaded MS Office and Photoshop Elements 6.0 without a glitch, downloaded East Asian fonts (they were missing from the Eee's character map), and over the course of several days, I've ferried almost all of my personal data from Dad's computer to my laptop. This itty-bitty Asus comes with 160 gigs of memory, which is, honestly, more than I know what to do with. Heck, I might start doing video interviews, since I've got Windows MovieMaker on this computer.

Now, I need to incorporate the computer into some walks to get a feel for how this is going to go-- how I'm going to work while on the road. More on that as it happens.


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Monday, February 2, 2009

almost forgot

Happy Groundhog Day!

In Korea, Groundhog Day works this way: the evening before February 2, a groundhog is placed inside a closed room with a running electric fan. If the groundhog is alive in the morning, then South Korea must give North Korea $500 million in food and fuel aid.

Works like a charm, right? "Fan death" kills the groundhog every time, and South Korea never gives any aid to North Korea.

Oh, wait...


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warm and fuzzy

Britain gets a taste of global warming.


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Sunday, February 1, 2009

wow

I'm glad I decided to watch the Super Bowl with my folks, because the first half ended with a one-hundred yard interception return-- a play never before seen in a Super Bowl. The guy who did it? A freakin' linebacker. You know-- the big, beefy dudes whose main purpose is to act as a moving wall. Linebackers aren't known for balletic grace or explosive speed, but James Harrison, Number 92 of the Steelers, may just have changed all that. It's not often that anything on TV moves me to shout (Dee's totally unforeseen suicide on BSG is one such moment), but I found myself shouting at 92 to go, go, go! And go 92 did. Amazing.


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sports news

Superbowl Sunday! A big day for Americans, and for practically no one else. My father puts it this way: "If another country wanted to attack us, this would be the day to do it." Indeed.

But I'm not writing about football right now. Instead, I'm writing to ask whether you heard the news that a British publication called News of the World has published pictures of swimming hero Michael Phelps-- he of the eight Olympic gold medals and those goofy language-learning software commercials-- smoking a bong.

While it doesn't surprise me that a celebrity might go off the rails, I do have to wonder how it is that Phelps, who seemed like a rather balanced and sensible individual, would be stupid enough to engage in an activity so detrimental to his public image.

I'll be honest, here: I don't particularly care how Phelps handles his personal life, as long as he's clean when he's competing. I'm not a young athletic hopeful in need of inspiration; I don't have any ideals that will be smashed by this revelation of Phelps's "darker" side. As far as I'm concerned, I have no need to forgive Phelps because there's nothing to forgive. Smoking pot? Come on-- that's nothing. Truth be told, I'm leaning toward the school of thought that says we should lower the drinking age to 18 and legalize certain drugs.

But I still think Phelps should have known better-- if not for moral reasons, then at least for practical reasons. I can already see the fallout from this: Phelps will be barred from competition, he'll lose all those lucrative commercial deals, and worst of all, Mark Spitz is going to have the last laugh.


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Saturday, January 31, 2009

terminator

Wow... we're crossing the border from January to February tomorrow. How was your first month of 2009? Mine was spent largely indoors, in front of the keyboard.

Just watched "Pineapple Express" with my brother David, Mr. Netflix Member. Pretty funny flick, but a bit weird for a stoner movie: no memorable hallucination scenes, but lots of gunfire, and one character gets the "Inego Montoya" treatment. Some classic lines in the script, though. It wasn't as witty as Tarantino's dialogue, but the main characters did bumble their way through the plot, which is what you're looking for in a stoner flick.

I wish I had something to say about last night's BSG, but I can't seem to muster the necessary ganas. The human race is winding down, tearing itself apart, and all that's left is watching how the chips fall. Baltar made reference to a cryptic occurrence in the previous season, when Gaeta stabbed him in the neck after Baltar, in the brig at the time, had whispered something provocative to Gaeta. I can't even drum up enough curiosity to speculate on the content of the utterance. Gaeta's taken over the Galactica, Adama has threatened that there will be no forgiveness for such an action... where can one go from there?

Proofing to do. I might be writing something tomorrow, but in the meantime... have a great Superbowl Sunday!


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Friday, January 30, 2009

no rest for the sedentary

This is actually a good thing, in my opinion: make your own energy!


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one of my favorite commercials since coming home

The Bridgestone Squirrel commercial. I love it.


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l'embarras du choix

Hard to believe, but work is fairly pouring in these days. I had to turn down a juicy 24-page assignment because two other assignments reached me first. Busy today, busy on Monday.


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please don't kill Bill

Bill Buchanan (played by James Morrison) is one of my favorite "24" characters-- calm as a sniper, centered as a monk. I have a sinking feeling, though, that he's not going to make it through the day. I'm not too worried about Chloe O'Brian (Mary Lynn Rajskub), who has been part of the show since Season 3, but the writers of "24" have never been afraid of wasting principals when they know it'll wrench the viewer emotionally. Bill seems the most likely candidate right now, mainly because he's the mastermind behind the operation to root out government corruption. With just him, Chloe, Jack, and Tony against the entire FBI, Bill is looking more and more like the guy who's going to get caught in the crossfire.

Hang in there, Bill!


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Thursday, January 29, 2009

25 Things About Me

I was tagged twice on Facebook for this "25 Things About Me" meme, but instead of giving Facebook more traffic, I've decided to write my list right here on my blog. Warning: 13 items are false; 12 are true. Guess which ones are which.

1. I've had all four wisdom teeth removed in Korea.
2. I studied taekwondo as a kid.
3. I've never gone SCUBA diving.
4. I once furiously wrote a scathing evaluation of one of my profs in grad school, then folded up the paper and threw it in the garbage instead of turning it in.
5. My first-ever experience with seated meditation went surprisingly well.
6. I have been known to crack open packets of tabasco sauce and suck the sauce right out, one after another.
7. I'm right-handed.
8. I have never learned how to ride a ten-speed or any other two-wheeler because of a fear of falling.
9. I visited Helsinki with my brother David in 1991 as part of a European vacation that was a graduation gift from my parents.
10. I've owned snakes.
11. I sued a Korean boss back in the 1990s and was awarded about $3000 for my trouble.
12. I've ridden horses.
13. I've shaken the hand of Morgan Freeman.
14. I used to be a creationist and biblical literalist.
15. I've eaten plenty of strange food, but the strangest was porcupine.
16. I've owned four tarantulas.
17. I broke my wrist when I was eight.
18. I've never punched anyone in the face.
19. I've never hiked above 10,000 feet.
20. I've pooped next to a freeway, with minimal cover.
21. I once wrecked the family car by driving it onto a large bush, where it stuck.
22. Barring some notable exceptions, I generally despise country music. I don't hate the singers themselves; I'm just annoyed by the twaaaaannnngggg.
23. Among my hidden talents: I'm a self-taught piano player.
24. A deer once attacked me in Shenandoah National Park.
25. I used to want to be a marine biologist.

As my Korean students might say, "Have a fun!"


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the good news for you is...

I'm at the point where I can finally turn back to my transcripts. It's a shame that I've lost the data for the Metanoia Peace House conversation, but I still have the audio, so it's only a matter of a few hours' retyping to get back up to speed.

Upshot: expect transcripts over the next few weeks. I can't guarantee I'll be finished with all of them by the time I head back out west, but I'll definitely have two or three more up before I go.


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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

damn my honesty

So I finished the 20-pager for my HUFS job, then got an email from my main job, the one with BK. Because the email was written in somewhat broken English, I found it hard to tell whether BK was planning to pay me for both December and January, or just for December (which is what I've been led to expect). The email requested a confirmation of the word counts for January; I opened their Excel file attachment and saw that they had me down for a little over 29,000 words. I, too, have been keeping a spreadsheet, but my own records show me as having done a little over 27,000 words for January. I did a comparison, and it turns out my count is the correct one: BK added an extra assignment to my list, thereby padding the word count. I dutifully emailed BK with the news-- good for them, bad for me.

Bollocks!


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can he?

I've got a 20-pager due at 10PM. Can I do it? I think so: the English is already quite good, so it shouldn't be hard to proof.


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finding value in the simple things

A buttered roll, face-down in the skillet and toasted until slightly brown, upon which you then plop an immodest glob of honey: that's perfection.

Hanging with your dad and your little brother, watching and commenting on an episode of "House," enjoying an hour of Just Us Guys: that's happiness.


I'm in a strange period right now; my body seems mostly back on track, pain-wise, but my wallet still needs until the end of March to convalesce. My two jobs are fairly quiet in nature, as I just hunch over a keyboard and tap-tap-tap away. I feel ready to go, but can't leave right away. Because my job doesn't require me to commute, I do it from home, which means-- especially since the renovation is done-- that I have time to just hang.

I'm not sure how much just hanging I did while living in Korea. I spent a lot of time by myself, but very little time just hanging with my Korean and expat friends. Most of us led busy lives on the peninsula; even my own down-time was mainly at night, when I would get home late from the office. My buddy Tom was often busier than I was, which meant that we didn't meet up that often, despite working together in the same office for a year. My buddy Charles lived outside of Seoul for most of the time I've known him, so I didn't see him and his wife all that often, either.

Now here I am in Virginia, with one of my best friends about an hour south of me, another about an hour or so north of me, and a third in Pennsylvania, about four hours away. All three friends are married; two of the three have families. Just hanging with them requires planning; the activity becomes an event in itself. That's what happens when you grow up and people go their separate ways, I guess.

I'd like to think, though, that despite the infrequency with which we see each other, we all still hang out in spirit. Somewhere out there is a metaphysical TV room, a place where the guys can get together and watch a game or a movie, shoot the breeze, and just chill.

Or maybe there's no such room. Maybe all we've got is fuckin' Facebook. Man, that's a depressing thought.


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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

if you're brave

As I told Malcolm privately, I have no intention of jumping into the toxic vortex of the very heated discussion about race and immigration now occurring in a post over at his fine blog. But if you're brave enough, and feel you have something intelligent to add (civilly!!) to the discussion, be my guest and jump on in! Me, I think it's rapidly turning into the Marmot's Hole comments section. I don't blame Malcolm for this, of course; these folks are all adults and therefore responsible for their own actions.


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snowed in, parents out

My folks are nuts! It's snowing heavily outside, and they've taken the small car (a little Honda Civic) instead of their van (a Honda Odyssey) out into the white madness.


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Monday, January 26, 2009

the real Ratzinger slowly reveals himself

The current pope was an object of suspicion among many of the Religious Studies faculty at Catholic University back when he was just Joseph Cardinal Ratzinger, head of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith. The prevalent fear was that Ratzinger, if made pope, would roll back many of the conciliatory steps taken by his friend and predecessor, Pope John Paul II (affectionately known as "JP2" in Catholic circles). Are we seeing such a rollback in slow motion? Get Religion offers some speculation as they ponder why the Pope would pardon excommunicated LeFebvrian bishops, at least one of whom is a Holocaust-denier. The situation has interreligious implications: just imagine what all this looks like from a Jewish point of view.


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Sunday, January 25, 2009

new find

A commenter who had left an interesting remark on Dr. Vallicella's philo blog (see this post) attracted my attention, so I clicked the link and found myself at Boram Lee's blog, Footnotes to Hume. Lee writes, in one post:

With respect to natural and social sciences, I am a non-reductive physicalist. I believe that biological, psychological, and social phenomena supervene on, but quite likely cannot be reduced to, physical facts. With respect to ethics, though, I favor a reductionist approach. I believe that morals can be reduced to biological, psychological, and social phenomena.

This is awfully close to where I stand. Lee's blog is as fascinating as Vallicella's, so on the sidebar it goes. Scroll down and you'll find it in the "Trouvailles" section.


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Year of the Ox

Happy Lunar New Year! Korea celebrates Seollal* beginning today, and going on through Monday and Tuesday. Not all Asian countries celebrate Lunar New Year at the same time; I think China already had a head start on us Koreans.

It's the Year of the Ox (see here for a cute New Year's pic). The Ox represents, among other things, hard work, patience, and prosperity-- qualities and situations to which we all aspire in a time of economic difficulty, I think. While I don't subscribe to astrology, I do feel there's no harm in pondering the Ox's virtues in 2009.

So: Sae-hae bok manhi badeusaeyo! Happy New Year!





*Many write this as "Seol-nal," reflecting the Korean letters used, but not reflecting the actual pronunciation: this is the difference between transliteration (letters) and transcription (sounds).

In Korean, if a syllable ends with an "L" sound and the following syllable begins with an "N," the result is a "double-L" sound. This is often true if the situation is reversed, i.e., an "N + L" linkage instead of "L + N."

Examples:

Han-la = Halla (a mountain's name)
gwan-li = gwalli (administration, management)
Shin-la = Shilla (a dynasty)


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Saturday, January 24, 2009

a clear yard is a happy yard

With Dad's help, I bundled up the nine tarps that had been flapping wildly around the back yard like big blue drunken wraiths. I also collected the last of the large pieces of wood and the remaining brick fragments that had been strewn all over the yard. For all intents and purposes, the back yard is back to normal. Next up are two unenviable tasks: (1) making multiple trips to the garbage dump next week to throw out all the wood and other garbage, and (2) crawling under the deck to pluck out all the fallen screws, nails, shims, and cigarette butts that had accumulated during deck construction. I'd love to crawl around with some sort of powerful magnet, but I don't know whether such a device exists for under-the-deck cleaning. (Even if the under-the-deck cleaning magnet did exist, it probably wouldn't help with the cigarette butts.)

The deck itself still needs its handrails put in; that's Dad's job. We also need to clean off the deck's surface, which is covered with synthetic sawdust from the renovation crew's final paroxysm of drilling into the deck's synthetic planks. Inside the house, there remains plenty to occupy us for weeks... or even months. Me, I'm going to be searching for the stash of DVDs! Meanwhile, the parents have to think about calling the county for that final inspection, after which we can take those permits down from our living room's bay window.

On a personal note: my optical drive is on its way, and I need to figure out how to tap into Dad's FIOS connection wirelessly, so that I can move my laptop downstairs and finally stop hogging poor Dad's computer. I also have to buy a small but durable laptop case, something that will both protect the computer from the elements and fit inside my backpack. Which reminds me: I need to look into some sort of rig that will allow me to tow the backpack behind me when my knees start to feel the strain of walking. I might be able to get by without such a rig, but given how achy my knees still get after 11-mile walks, it might be a good investment.

None of the above worries me tonight, however. Tomorrow, God willing. Tomorrow.


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"House" and religion

"House" is, in general, a frustrating show for me-- fascinating and compelling, but not among my tip-top favorites. This is for several reasons. First, House's consistently acerbic demeanor makes every episode predictable on some level. Second, any given verbal sparring match with House ends with House left speechless, unable to reply after a zinger from his interlocutor (usually female). Third, the plot of every episode (except, notably, the one under discussion) unfolds almost exactly the same way. Fourth, those aforementioned zingers-- usually psychoanalytical in nature-- can be annoying because they often sound like what they are: the work of writers desperately reaching for something new and profound to say this week. It's not often that I want my TV writing to be as stilted and self-conscious as the writing one expects to find in stage plays, or even in some movies. "House" would be just as interesting if it didn't try to bring us one Deep Human Truth per week, but some episodes occasionally do invite an exploration of deeper matters.

I wish I had recorded and re-watched a rather uncharacteristic episode of "House" that aired as a repeat on the USA Network last night ("One Day, One Room"-- see here). A young woman is brought in, and it soon becomes apparent that she's a rape victim. She insists that only House should be her caregiver-- not the psychiatrist, and not a different medical doctor. House is perplexed: he knows how unlikable he can be, and reasons that the woman deserves to be treated by someone more socially adept. Eventually, though, House finds himself stuck in a treatment room with the woman, and they eventually begin to talk. House asks the woman about her background, and she says she majored in comparative religion.

The ensuing dialogue was interesting, but I couldn't help feeling that the woman didn't sound like a student of comparative religion. Of course, students in that field come in all shapes and sizes, from atheistic to hard-core fundamentalistic. Nevertheless, the conversation rang false with me; the woman would have, at the very least, brought out tidbits from a variety of religions instead of relying on very generic and oversimplified God-language. She also wouldn't have rejected House's attempt at injecting philosophy into the discussion: no self-respecting student of comparative religion would fail to see the relevance of philosophy to religious discourse. She invites philosophical rebuttal every time she makes general metaphysical statements.

The episode ends with House and the woman on cordial terms: it turns out that she insisted on House because she saw him as something of a kindred spirit, someone who had also suffered a deep hurt, and it was this perception that fed her desire for connection. House tells her about the physical abuse he suffered as a child, which allows the woman to open up and tell House about her rape, and to terminate the pregnancy caused by the rape. The episode, while different from the usual "House" fare, was nonetheless frustrating because it did attempt to make time for some sort of religious and philosophical debate, then cheated us by not giving us a fully fleshed-out comparative religion student. The show included a subplot about a dying old man; had they dropped that subplot, there would have been more time for House and the woman to have had a meaningful (not to mention more realistic-sounding) discussion.


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BSG musings: the calm after the storm

Tonight's newest episode of BSG was something of a letdown after last week's intense Season 4.5 opener. We now know that Lt. Gaeta is willing to help Tom Zarek resist any alliance between the fleet and the rebel Cylons (Adama is considering the adoption of Cylon technology to update the fleet's FTL drive capability; the rebel Cylons want full membership in the fleet and all rights appertaining thereto).

We also learn that Tyrol's baby was never his: the real father is Viper pilot Brendan "Hot Dog" Costanza (played by Bodie Olmos, Edward's son). This pisses Tyrol off.

We see Gaeta confront Kara Thrace; he harbors a huge grudge against her, since she had almost airlocked him early on in Season 3, and was also partly to blame for Gaeta's losing his leg.

We have no idea what Kara might have confessed to Lee Adama, if she confessed anything: Lee seems more or less normal, so it's possible that Kara never said, "Hey-- I might just be a Cylon, too!" Wild thought: the Starbuck who burned in the Viper was human, but the current 2.0 version is some sort of "Blade Runner"-style replicant. Nah, probably not. I'm still curious to know what sort of technology reproduced both Kara and her Viper; the whole thing reminds me of that classic Star Trek episode, "Shore Leave," in which McCoy is killed but brought back.

Baltar is shown preaching what appears to be a new theology: one that counts humanity as blameless and, Job-like, demands that God appear and account for his/her/its actions.

Adama and Roslin finally get it on, as we knew they should, and Adama himself is seen popping pills and grimacing... is he being set up to die at or near the end of the series?

BSG, like "24," has never been shy about wasting main characters. I've long assumed that Roslin was destined for death; the 2003 miniseries is where we see her get the cancer diagnosis, and her infusion with Cylon blood later on turned out to be only a temporary reprieve. Roslin's arc is a tragic one. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that Adama was also headed for an early death. He has too many enemies, has undergone too much stress. He is also, along with Roslin, one of the "parents" of the fleet. A major theme running through BSG is the idea that parents have to die for their children truly to fulfill themselves, and it could well be that, whatever promised land awaits the fleet, Adama and Roslin might not be there to see it.

Previews for next week's show reveal that things are going to get ugly as Zarek begins his mutiny. Gaeta is shown attempting to relieve Adama of his command. The whole situation is a mess, and likely to get messier.

On the whole, though, I thought tonight's episode was a step backward: it felt exactly like those Season 1 and 2 episodes where we saw a variety of power struggles and intra-fleet squabbling. Baltar, one of the most interesting characters on the show, seems to have run his course, having settled into his irrelevant holy-man role. I hope that all these tangled plotlines are actually going somewhere, because tonight's installment felt almost as if it didn't need to be written. It answered none of the series' major questions:

1. What's so reverence-worthy about the Final Five Cylons?
2. What is Kara?
3. What is the ontological status of head-Six?
4. Why is Roslin seemingly telepathically tied to Athena and the Six aboard Galactica? (Theory: the Cylon blood in her veins has something to do with this and with her headache in the nebula at the end of Season 3.)
5. What's the importance of Hera, the half-Cylon child of Karl "Helo" Agathon and Sharon "Athena" Valeri (does Grace Park look like a "Valeri" to you?)?
6. What exactly was the Cylon plan-- the one we were told they had back in Seasons 1 and 2? The phrase "...and they have a plan" was part of the opening title sequence for a while.
7. The Six aboard Galactica appears to be preggers with Tigh's child. How will this play out in the remaining eight episodes?

...and all the other questions I've posed in previous entries.

The Season 4.5 opener, which was filmed during the writer's strike, was apparently written in such a way that it could have served as the series finale, if need be. This might explain the contrast between it and tonight's almost meandering episode. I hope the upcoming chapters are more tightly focused. There's no time to waste.


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the deep blue field

Who knew that the supposedly simple act of un-crumpling nine blue tarps, kicking away the ice that kept them clenched closed, mooring their corners with bricks and other heavy objects, then brooming off whatever surface ice remained would take so long?

I was supposed to spread out the tarps, let them dry, then flip them over to let their other sides dry. The day's temperatures crept upward to something approaching warmth, but however warm today was, it wasn't warm enough to melt away the remaining surface water on the tarps. The tarps sat out all day and even now remain spread upon the ground, covering almost half the back yard. They aren't ready to be flipped.

Luckily, I did make progress on other fronts. My tent has been taken down (see previous photo), for one thing. All the piles of "spare" wood, leftovers from deck construction, have been shunted to the forward corner of the back yard. I imagine we'll be making some special trash runs to get rid of that mess. The cargo pallets have also been piled together by the fence; they'll be loaded into the van, a few at a time, and taken... somewhere. The remains of the kitchen tent setup, tossed back into the back yard by the renovators so they could finish up with the deck, are back on the deck and ready to be put into storage.

I've just gobbled a bunch of aspirin to counteract the ache in my shoulders and neck. It's been a few weeks since the last time I engaged in any heavy lifting, so I think my muscles were a bit surprised to find themselves once again called to duty. I ought to be fine in the next hour or so. Just in time for sleep.

Tomorrow: tarp-flipping. The weather forecast calls for wind in the DC-Metro area. This ought to be fun. I've got one other major project: there's a huge cargo pallet still out back. It needs to be moved to where the other pallets are (at the head of our driveway, where they can be easily loaded into Dad's van), but that particular pallet is very hard to move: it's the size and weight of four normal pallets. I'm strong enough to carry two pallets at a time, but the only way I'm getting this super-pallet across the yard is by either (1) a combination of end-over-end flipping and dragging, or (2) chopping that sucker into smaller pallets with an axe. I'd rather not ruin the yard any further by dragging this thing; it'd make some nasty-deep furrows.

Actually, there is a third possibility: my brother David might be coming over Saturday afternoon, so he and I might be able to move the superpallet together. I might just wait for David to show up. Then again... in order to throw the pallet away, it's going to have to be chopped up, anyway, ja?

So! Calling Mr. Axe...


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Friday, January 23, 2009

guess what's missing

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funny news quote of the day

Read this with a filthy mind:

“How can you spend hundreds of millions of dollars on contraceptives?” Boehner asked. “How does that stimulate the economy?”

Boehner said congressional Republicans are also concerned about the size of the package.

“Government can’t solve this problem,” he said.

Isn't there a doctor drama called "Boner" on TV these days? Oh, wait-- that's "Bones."

(Yes, I know Boehner's name isn't pronounced that way.)

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the end of an epoch

Hard on the heels of a historic presidential nomination, an event of almost equal magnitude occurred yesterday: our renovators trundled down our driveway and waved goodbye for the last official time. They might come back if needed, but as of last night, it was mutually agreed that they had fulfilled their contract.

Mr. Jeong and his intrepid crew had been coming six days a week since mid-September. The frequency of their visits fell off around mid-December, then suddenly sped up this week, perhaps because the crew was eager to get this project over with. They dealt with a major wiring issue, caulked up some of the gaps that had naturally formed at the joinings of the trim, bolted down our new but excitable dishwasher (it was shaking under the counter because it hadn't been properly fastened), did some final touchups of the paint job, repaired the hairline crack in the new bathtub, slapped on and grouted the kitchen backsplash tiles, installed the last few electrical outlets, finished 99% of the deck (the rest is up to Dad, they say), and made a few final tweaks.

It's been painful, it's been inconvenient, but the result is a totally transformed house. Mom is ecstatic, even though she's trying not to show it. While I still harbor some disagreements about the kitchen design, there's no denying that the kitchen is light years away from what it used to be in terms of looks, lighting, and accoutrements. The living room looks good with its new hardwood floor, but it's essentially a big, sad void right now-- more dance studio than relaxation area-- which is why the parents are out for yet another day of furniture shopping. The upstairs bathroom is much nicer-looking (a gigantic wall mirror replaces the old medicine cabinet-sized one), and the deck looks, at long last, like a deck.

Today finds me in an empty house: the parents are off furniture shopping, and I've been assigned the sacred task of clearing out the back yard-- something that should have been done a while ago, but was left by the wayside as the madness of Christmas and New Year's came upon us.

Now here we are, at the end an epoch: the renovation is done. What's left is the woozy aftermath as we stagger to our feet like hung-over partygoers, rising blearily from our half-dried pools of vomit, blinking and rubbing the mucusy crust out of our eyes, wondering what the hell happened and who the hell all these other people are.

The renovation is over... but the redecorating of the house has just begun!


UPDATE: For some bizarre reason, the store from which the parents plan to purchase their living room furniture has said the furniture will be delivered "in 3 to 5 months." I have a hard time imagining that sort of backlog for a damn couch set.


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Thursday, January 22, 2009

quick note to self

Kevin,

If you ever need to reinstall the Olympus Digital Wave Player so that you can access your sound files (and therefore write your transcripts!), visit this URL.


Kevin


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my blog on my notebook

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the Asus and my hand

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out with the old, in with the bold

The ratty laptop I had bought from a pawn shop in Walla Walla seems, to borrow a spam phrase, well and truly fcuked. After careful consideration, I've decided to drop the idea of data extraction, which would just mean more money down the drain. Most of the data I'm losing isn't irretrievable, anyway: my interviews are still stored in my digital voice recorder, and I still have the CDs for the programs I'd installed on the laptop-- MS Office, Photoshop Elements, etc. The one major loss is that I had typed up several pages of the transcript of my Metanoia Peace House conversation, and that's going to have to be redone from scratch.

I've just ordered an optical drive--a tiny little USB 2.0 8X DVD/24X CD-ROM drive. Once I get the drive, I'll be filling my Asus's brain with all sorts of nonsense, and hooking the notebook up to my parents' Verizon network so I can download crucial programs like Google Earth-- an absolute must as I continue the eastward march.

The Asus seems to work fine-- no bugs thus far. Let's hope it stays that way for a long time. I think of this computer as a sort of stopgap, something to tide me over until the end of the walk. What I really want to purchase, before I head back to Seoul, is a Mac Mini to replace my old workhorse of a G4, currently in storage at Sperwer's palatial abode. When I was working in Korea, I often hung out at the office because the office computer, despite being four years old, was so much faster than the G4, which had been purchased in 1999. Watching video or memory-intensive animations on the old Mac was well-nigh impossible. At the very least, I'd like to be able to watch YouTube while at home! So, being a Mac fan, I'm shooting for a Mac Mini. Better to buy it here than in Seoul, where it'll be about 40% more expensive (even Korean products are more expensive in Korea!).

So I suppose I'm going to chuck the nasty Dell laptop. Tonight, I'm also going to try hooking my Asus up to my father's computer to see if we can't get some data-suckage going. I might even be able to coax MS Office onto my notebook via this indirect route. We'll see.


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Justin's cool video link

Justin Yoshida links to an interesting comedic experiment performed in Osaka: if you accost a stranger on the street and playfully pretend to shoot them or to cut them in half with an imaginary blow from a katana, will they play along?

Go visit Justin's excellent blog and watch the video.


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interfaith inaugural addresses?

Check this out over at Get Religion.


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"Let's build a new America"

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

first-day fallout

Good Lord, people! Obama just got here! Let the man get through his first day in relative peace before you punditize him! The next journalist who complains that press access to Obama is too limited is going to get a visit from me and my baseball bat. The fact that the man might be testy about the thousands of repeated questions and the constant probing simply means he's normal-- i.e., not an exhibitionist! Give him a hundred days.


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Charles on translation

My buddy Charles is a fluent speaker of Korean, and has done more than his share of professional translation work-- not the piddling stuff, either, but work for entities like the South Korean government. When Charles writes on translation, it's always an education for someone like me, and his latest post on the subject is no exception. Charles ends his post by asking:

To what extent is it even possible to convey the original sentiment of the language?

I began the following essay as an emailed reply to Charles, then decided it was the sort of thing that should appear on the blog, since it's pertinent to the question of dialogue, one of my pet subjects. Many of the dialogical principles underlying this discussion can be applied more widely to fields like religious studies and history, and to human sciences like psychology, sociology, and anthropology.





To what extent is it even possible to convey the original sentiment of the language?

We know the PoMo answer to the question: it's ultimately impossible. With no transcendental signified, the world of discourse is a free-floating, vibratory, radically subjective and context-dependent realm! It's hard enough to communicate one's meaning to one's own speech community; translating someone's thoughts into another language, such that the communicator's original intentions are perfectly preserved, is exponentially more difficult.

(Of course, many English-language PoMo works have been translated from languages like French, despite their abstruseness...)

The above was a somewhat flippant response (sorry, but I can't help tweaking PoMo sensibilities), so allow me to offer a more serious one: I agree that there's no easy answer to this question, given all the variables inherent in human communication. History and culture play roles in how people both see the world and form symbols to relate to it: what "bread" means in one culture might not resonate the same way in another, even if "bread" is translated from language to language in a way that is-- how should I say this?-- lexically correct. In that sense, the PoMo'ers do have a point, trivially true though it be: we all approach texts from our own distinct perspectives, and this can pose a translational problem.

But this isn't to say that the project is totally hopeless, because human beings are capable of empathy and imagination: I'm moved to tears by some of the poetry of Langston Hughes (I have a collection of his stuff lying in a box somewhere), despite my not having experienced the pain he must have gone through. I'm pretty sure I have a good emotional and intellectual grasp of Gibran's "The Prophet," despite its being a fictional work by a non-American about a situation I've never experienced (standing in a crowd by the waters, listening to a wise prophet's parting words). Conveyance of emotion and meaning-- of perspective and experience-- is not a mere possibility: it's a reality.

We have to trust, on some level, that human beings experience the world in ways that largely overlap, whatever their differences in culture, language, and personal/corporate experience. I tried to make this point in the "philosophy of mind" chapter in my book: there's a reason why the makers of Coca Cola have been successful at selling a drink whose formula varies very little from country to country-- they assume, rightly, that we're all wired in similar ways. Humans can say "I know how you feel" for a reason. We're capable of empathy, of reaching beyond our own skulls, by virtue of our mental and physical similarities. I reject the idea that we're merely "islands of radical subjectivity," as one of my profs mockingly put it. And if it's true that we experience the world in largely overlapping ways, we can probably trust that, even if a translation doesn't convey every ounce of the creator's original intent, the core thoughts and feelings will nevertheless come across, at least in most cases.

So how strict a standard are we following when we talk about "conveying the original sentiment" of a work? As an American, I obviously can't understand a poem about the Korean War in quite the same way that my mother can, so perhaps at some deep, cellular level, conveying the original sentiment is impossible. But is this really the standard to which translators should hold themselves? I suspect that there's a wide middle ground between "absolutely faithful" translations (whatever that might mean) and "absolutely loose" translations (not slipshod, per se, but taking dangerous liberties-- as I saw when I bought a Christian rendition of the Tao Te Ching).

So I'm optimistic about how much meaning can cross the linguistic divide. Here's what I'd consider a clear-cut case of successful communication through a sort of translation. Let's say I'm learning Hungarian, and I get to the stage where I've learned the phrase "Please sit down." Obviously, I'm not at a point where I'm thinking in Hungarian; what I'm doing is mentally translating locutions, like a monk in a scriptorium-- it's a slow, deliberate rendering. I go to Hungary and someone says "Please sit down" to me, so I manage a "Thank you" in Hungarian and sit. In such a situation, I'm not inclined to worry that something subtle has been missed, or that something has been lost in translation. For all practical purposes, what occurred was clear communication. Other practical examples might be "Give me that cup" or "Close the window; I'm cold." It would be hard to misunderstand these utterances, and most sane people, in such moments, won't spend hours pondering their deeper meaning. So perfect conveyance of sentiment between speakers of different languages is possible.

Going a bit further now: let's say I'm someone who speaks fluent French but can't claim to know French inside and out-- many of the language's puns, proverbs, and recurrent metaphors aren't part of my active vocabulary. One day I find myself in rapid conversation with an older Frenchman about some stinky topic, and he says, "Plus on remue la merde, plus elle pue." ("The more you stir the shit, the more it stinks.") Despite my not having heard this expression before, I know, thanks to my general fluency, (1) exactly what the expression means in its literal sense, and (2) the expression's metaphorical relevance to the present conversation. As a result, I laugh heartily or smile grimly, as the conversation warrants.

While not as neat an example of clear translation* as the Hungarian example was, I'd say that this, too, shows that the speaker's original sentiments can be clearly and quickly transferred to the interlocutor, despite the fact that the two conversants are native speakers of different languages.

All of which is to say that there is, in my opinion, plenty of room for perfectly satisfactory sentiment-conveyance in translation. It can never be absolutely perfect (I'd have to have telepathic access to my interlocutor's mind for that!), but in many-- or even most-- cases, it's entirely feasible.

To be clear, I'm not implying that all original sentiments are so easily conveyed across language barriers. There are concepts that are difficult or even impossible to translate, given their culture-boundedness; kimchi is a good Korean example here, as is another of my favorite Korean concepts: nunchi. Poetry and humor are also devilishly hard to translate; much can be lost in the move from one language to another. Scholars tell us, for example, that Jesus did have a sense of humor; he apparently used plenty of sly puns in Aramaic that sound awkward in biblical Greek, but would have made sense to first-century Galileans), so yes, one can never expect absolutely perfect sentiment-transmission in all cases. Many words and concepts can only be grasped through experience, just as mastering the proper flow of English or Korean or French can only come from immersion** and practice.

So in answer to the "to what extent?" question that motivated this essay: I can't provide a specific measure, but I feel comfortable saying:

To a great extent in most cases, and to the point of perfect communication in many other, simpler dialogical situations. But perfect transmission of sentiment in all cases? No. That sort of perfection is only attainable through perfectly intimate knowledge of the culture in which the relevant language is spoken.***



UPDATE: For an example of a semantic morass, read this article about the hokey-pokey song and dance. I had no idea the song could provoke such visceral reactions. (Many thanks to Richardson for the link.)





*You could argue that a fluent speaker isn't translating at all, so please know that I use the word "translation" with caution here. There are good arguments to be made about whether a non-native but fluent speaker of a language is in truth translating rapidly, or is so immersed in the target language's thought-world that s/he is simply producing utterances naturally. This question becomes murkier the more fluent a person is.

All the same, I think my French example is relevant because of the inherent inseparability of language and culture. I think something translational is happening when a native speaker of one language speaks with a native speaker of another, even if the latter is perfectly fluent in the former's language. I say this because speakers of two languages often find themselves in multicultural situations where it's necessary, on some level, to perform something like translation (e.g., a fluent Hebrew speaker inviting a goy friend to a Jewish party).

**In this instance, "immersion" doesn't necessarily mean that a language learner must live a long time in a country or culture that speaks the target language, but it does mean that, because learning a foreign language inevitably involves learning a foreign culture, the best learning comes from some sort of sustained empathetic immersion in that culture's thought-world. I've met Koreans who speak nearly perfect English without having set foot on anglophone soil, so I know this sort of immersion is possible-- rare, but possible.

*** I subscribe to the notion that one can be a true native speaker of two or more languages.


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interesting spam

A trip through my daily pile of spam netted me something other than the usual emails related to penis enlargement, finding a "fcuk"-friend, helping out Nigerian government officials, earning $80 an hour NOW, learning English over the phone (Korean spam), or losing 60 pounds in a week:

Find your Russian soul-mate!

I have to admit I have a soft spot for women who speak English with a Russian accent, and if my soul-mate happens to be such a woman, well... gravy!

Damn... I should have kept that email. Who knows what I've denied myself?


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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

new toy!

My new notebook computer, an Asus Eee 1000HA, arrived a few minutes ago. I wasn't sure that it would come today, given the inauguration, but here we are.

Damn-- the thing is tiny! It's about the same size as my book, but maybe a little thicker.

We'll be putting it through its paces soon; right now, I'm checking it for damage and finishing up my proofing for the day.

Maybe I'll have pictures of it later.

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15 miles to the love shack

My folks live in Alexandria, Virginia, which puts us about fifteen miles from the site where, in less than three hours, Barack Obama will become the 44 Magnum-- the 44th president of these United States. The skies are somewhat cloudy, the air is a crisp 21 degrees, and Mother Nature herself seems to be crouched and waiting. Fifteen miles down the road from me, millions of people have come from all over the country-- and the world-- to assemble in a great mass before the steps of the US Capitol in order to witness a signal moment in American history: the elevation of America's first black president. One gets the impression that the world-- most of it, anyway-- celebrates with us.

Meanwhile, the Seoul office of BK has sent me more proofing assignments (11 pages' worth today), so I'd better get cracking. In Seoul, it's business as usual... though to judge by the tenor of the business documents I've been proofreading, things are looking mighty gloomy on the peninsula. Maybe we'll see a rise in stocks during Obama's first one hundred days. That could be good news for Korea, at least until Hillary starts up again about renegotiating the KORUS FTA (due to be ratified by US and Korean legislatures in February).

How many Koreans will be up at 2AM to watch Obama's inauguration? The old ajeoshis at my former campus dorm/studio are normally sound asleep around midnight, but the foreigners in the dorm might be up.

They're talking about a "sea of humanity" out on the Washington Mall right now. I can only imagine. Millions of people, just fifteen miles away. Incredible. If I were into crowds, I might be among them, but truth be told, I'm happy to be at home today. At noon, I'll take a break from work and watch The Big Moment. We're supposed to be recording the festivities on the cable box downstairs, but the box is already 70% full thanks to all the HD-quality episodes of "24" and BSG that I've recorded. The DVR started recording at 9AM; I wonder whether there's enough memory in there to record 4-plus hours of inaugurationalia.

Well... congratulations to us, I think. I didn't vote for Obama (didn't vote for McCain, either), but I like the man, and I wish him well. He's got an impossible job ahead of him, so he has my sympathy. Making yourself responsible for the welfare of over 300 million people isn't a task for just anybody. By getting this far, this fast, I think Obama has shown he's not just anybody, so as Morgan Freeman intoned at the end of "The Shawshank Redemption":

I hope.


UPDATE: I liked Obama's inaugural speech. As I suspected, the DVR ran out of memory before the speech even began. I deleted the extraneous data, rewound the broadcast to just before Obama took the oath of office, and tried to record... but no dice. As soon as I hit the red button, the DVR began recording what was currently broadcasting. My brother Sean says not to worry: the whole thing is likely to be rebroadcast. We'll record it on the upstairs DVR.


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Obama haiku

Barack Obama
leaps upon the bucking steed
charges into dawn

crossing the threshold
will Obama lead us to
some sweet Promised Land?

now, a different race--
not as white as some would like...
but more like the world

if, on BSG,
admirals can be Latin...
(do you catch my drift?)

but remember this:
in the end, he's just a man
--fallible. Prepare.


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Monday, January 19, 2009

talk about bad timing

Tonight's episode of "24," airing the night before an historic inauguration, gave us scenes of black folks being beaten, threatened with death, and thrown in cages. Yikes. I'm not accusing the show of racism because I understand the narrative's logic, but American history and culture condition us Yanks to be extra-sensitive to certain visual associations. When Morpheus breaks free of his handcuffs in "The Matrix," for example, it's obvious what such an image conveys (especially since all the Agents in the Matrix are white).

So while the makers of "24" couldn't possibly have known, a year ago, that the broadcast schedule would plop this episode in front of the public on the very eve of the inauguration, the result is no less awkward for the scheduling snafu.


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annoying American gestures

Every five years or so, American culture invents a gesture I find annoying. One example from the 90s would be the half-done fist pump that accompanies the victorious interjection "Yes!" I say "half-done" because the motion isn't a complete pump: the fist starts in an "up" or "forward" position, then is yanked toward the body, almost like a fist returning to its default position in taekwondo. The resultant motion feels incomplete, which is one reason I've never liked it. The much cooler-- and much older-- version of that gesture is a full movement in which the gesturer punches the air. The fist goes out and comes back naturally. That's how you express victory.

These days, though, the gesture that's really beginning to chap my ass is this forked-finger movement that signifies "Look at me!" or "I'm watching you!" The gesture involves making a prong of your index and middle fingers, then jabbing them toward your own eyes as if you're trying to poke them out. The gesturer might also jab toward his interlocutor's eyes to reinforce the self-other connection. While some form of this gesture has been around for a long time, its use was restricted to a very specific context: getting a child to look at you. Now, however, the gesture is ubiquitous-- at the store, on TV, everywhere. There's no escaping it.

I'm hoping the eye-fork enjoys a short vogue and dies a quick death, much like the surfer expression "Yar, dude," which blighted the east coast for about a year-- the 1988-89 academic year, in fact, when I was a sophomore in college. This expression was sometimes accompanied by its own gesture, too: the thumb and pinky were extended while the three middle fingers were curled tightly; the back of the hand was shown to the recipient of the gesture, along with a cheerful, gaping smile. This looked almost exactly like the gesture seen on those old, 1980s-era A&W Root Beer commercials, where the thumb and pinky represented the handle of a beer mug and were used to grasp the A&W can. That association may be one reason why the gesture died out so quickly on the east coast. (Do they still do it in Hawaii?)

As we stand upon the threshold of a new era, let's stop with the wussified gesturing, leave gang signs to gangstaz, and use our limbs for something cooler, whatever that might mean.


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Obama meets Nixon's ghost

Happy MLK Day! Go on over to my buddy Mike's place and read the amusing story of Barack Obama's first night in the White House. If you like it, and if you're a blogger with some pull, link to it! It's a story that I feel should be widely read.


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conscious change

Having let myself go in terms of exercise and sleep habits, I'm now making a conscious effort to ready myself for my departure in late March/early April. I asked Dad to wake me up at 7AM, and he did so. I've got a ton of proofing work to do today, but I probably won't work beyond 5PM, which will be a nice change.

[NB: Scratch that. I just got a private proofing request from a Sookmyung connection. Any money I get from that source is going into my Korean account. I can't immediately access my Korean account, but that cash will be waiting for me when I get back to Korea.]

Once my laptop arrives in the next few days, I'm going to begin long walks into Old Town Alexandria, which is about a 10-mile walk away if I go by my usual bike trail route. My hope is to walk into town, work there a few hours, then walk back home. There's a coffee shop called Misha's that might allow me to sit at their premises for several hours. If not, I'll have to find some other place to work. Wish me luck.


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stellar existentialism

Matthew Fox on celebrity activism:

Up to this point I’ve made a conscious choice not to do that. To be quite honest with you, I’m a little reticent to step into that whole thing. This isn't knocking anybody. If they make a positive change, then that's great. I'm just not sure that I feel that I have... the right to...

I'm an actor. I try to play a character in a really cool story, the very best I can. And somehow or other that does make people very interested in what I have to say. ... I don’t think that's my place. Sometimes people look to others for answers they can find within themselves. I don't really want the responsibility of being the guy they look to.

Italics mine.

If you're using some star's life as an ethical blueprint for your own, you've got problems.


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Sunday, January 18, 2009

the BSG discussion continues

My friend Andy R. writes:

Re: BSG. I just watched the new episode. Wow!

Full disclosure: I gave up on BSG early on. I mean, Humans were battling an opponent that was Human-But-Better. The Cylons had human bodies, could reproduce, and their only difference was an advantage, so I gave up on the whole thing. I sensed a "Lost"-like series with no plot progress - but lots of "personal interaction" - and I had no interest.

If I wanted to watch people in impossible circumstances, under extreme stress and yelling at each other, I'd go back to a Korean hagwon.

As a special-effects friend of mine pointed out: shows that don't resolve major conflicts within a season or two are just boring. And for that reason I loved "Nowhere Man". Drama, tension to beat the "X-Files" like a red-headed step-child, and they wrapped it all up in 2 seasons.

[ Full disclosure: The fact that they filmed the entire show (set in many different US cities) all in my hometown helped. ]

But the latest BSG episode was great. The Adama showdown with Tigh was spectacular. Apparently Edward James [Olmos] himself added key lines to the dialog, including the "main vein" comment and the lines about "I could smell her."

The girl's suicide caught me off-guard but seemed to rank up there with a Shakesperean drama. Even Lee's show-down with the Cylons (via telephone) while Tigh was in the air-lock would have made a good drama in and of itself. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the 9 remaining episodes are even half as good.

Re: Starbuck and the Cylon count. I sure hope they unravel this plot point well. The now-great drama Doctor Who deals with plot-points like this from time to time, and they get kind of a pass.... but I'm VERY curious how the 2-Starbuck situation can be resolved without a waving of the sci-fi B.S. wand.

Do you remember Star Trek: The Next Generation and their use of Tasha Yar's daughter via magical sci-fi goodness? That type of hocus-pocus would work in almost any other show involving spaceships ("Farscape" comes to mind), but not BSG.

As you said, I, too, hope they continue in a dark tone. The best shows have always had a dark, adult tone in their beginning (AirWolf, Knight Rider, and Robocop come to mind). Watching BSG go out it in a sissy fashion would be too bad.

Andy makes a good point about Cylon superiority. While heroic narratives often establish that the heroes fight against impossible odds, it's possible for a storyteller to construct an enemy that is simply too overwhelming. According to BSG lore, the Cylons who attacked the colonies had about forty years to establish their own "homeworld" somewhere, then use that world as a staging area to prepare their vengeance. During that time, Cylon morphology went from clunky droid exoskeleton with rudimentary sentience to humaniform entities that, as Andy points out, are human-but-better. They have superior recall, superior strength, superior reflexes, and perhaps most important, superior mental discipline (Cylon "projection" is a form of mental visualization that allows them to endure hardship or entertain themselves). Cylons must also have enormous resources: we have no clue how many base ships and resurrection ships they have, but the material to construct those ships must have come from somewhere.

The Cylons do suffer from some of the same baffling anachronisms that plague the colonials. Why do Cylon warcraft still rely on missiles and bullets? What about particle beams that can lance across thousands of kilometers in a fraction of a second? The obvious answer is that BSG's writers have to "handicap" the villains somehow, but this simply raises other questions. For instance, how is it that a race could experience exponential self-improvement in the span of forty years, then suddenly stop improving? The series itself provides a partial answer: Cylons of advanced sentience apparently want to appear human, primarily for religious reasons. It doesn't hurt that looking human (and being programmable) makes one a good sleeper agent. Nevertheless, there seems to be no reason why other forms of Cylon couldn't continue to upgrade themselves and to multiply-- the fighters, the heavy raiders, the base ships themselves. Humanity's destruction seems assured.

The series probably won't break in this direction, but the most recent episode ("Sometimes a Great Notion") clues us in to the fact that Cylons, because they are created beings, are a case of parallel evolution-- invented or reinvented in various places, then evolving separately but in similar ways. If enough different Cylons proliferate throughout the galaxy (and the galaxy's a big place, so this could take eons), they might end up keeping each other in check.

Humanity's only chance is for the Cylons to use their powers of reason to conclude they should relent-- i.e., for the series to conclude on a positive note, something like the denouement of "The Matrix Revolutions" has to occur, where the great machine intelligence suddenly stops attacking. Anything less than that sort of scenario equates to triumph for the Cylons. As scientific thinker George Dyson wrote, "In the game of life and evolution there are three players at the table: human beings, nature, and machines. I am firmly on the side of nature. But nature, I suspect, is on the side of the machines."

Whether humanity deserves to exist is one of the major philosophical questions on which BSG meditates. Series developer Ronald D. Moore, if he follows the dark path, may be saying that we don't.

UPDATE: ZenKimchi has an interesting take on "Sometimes a Great Notion."


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