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Diebold Accidentally Leaks the Results
Tuesday, February 26th, 2008Birds
Tuesday, February 26th, 2008
From Pics We Like (click for full).
Star Wars According to a Three-Year-Old
Tuesday, February 26th, 2008Hopeful
Monday, February 18th, 2008
H/T: Neo-Neocon, via Rain in the Doorway.
This Is Good XLVII
Saturday, February 16th, 2008Dilbert’s been kind of hit-n-miss lately, but I have to doubt like hell I’ve seen the last of this…

On the Crystal Skull
Saturday, February 16th, 2008Pretty good, as movie trailers go.
I’ve not seen him return to the high level of performance in the first installment, but I have some high hopes for this one.
In my view, there’s a delicate formula at work. Indiana Jones is undeniably the central character, but simply defining him as a hero capable of achieving the goal is insufficient for completing the task at hand. The star of the first movie, really, was the Ark of the Covenant. Dr. Jones was just one among a multitude of protagonists who were trying to find it — the titular “raiders.” If he were viewed through the same lens through which we saw him since, it would have ruined the movie.
A fascinating hero has to be a careful balance between the competent and the mundane, between what’s simplistic and what’s deep and mysterious. To remanufacture such a hero into a deity is a huge mistake.
Here’s a great example of what I mean. I noticed Dr. Jones’ fellow noted fictional archeologist Lara Croft’s biography was re-done (and possibly, although for now this is a matter of perspective, rebooted/re-imagined) with her own last installment…
Lady Lara Croft has already eclipsed her father’s career; as of this writing she is credited with the discovery of some fifteen archeological sites of international significance. These sites are still yielding new and exciting insights to the past on an ongoing basis. No one can deny Lady Croft’s incredible contribution to the field of archeology, however she is not without her detractors.
Lara’s methods have been frequently called into question by government officials and other practicing archeologists. She has been described variously as anything from cavalier to downright irresponsible. Some scholars have suggested that her notorious lack of documentation and brute force methodology have contaminated countless sites and done more harm than good. There have even been (unsubstantiated) allegations that Lara actually takes items from these sites before informing the international community of their locations, and that she is nothing more than a glorified treasure hunter.
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Nevertheless if you even make a cursory search on the Internet for the Unexplained, the Mysterious and the Downright Unbelievable, time and again you will find Lara Croft’s name appearing. She appears to be a hero to conspiracy theorists and alternate history aficionados alike.It seems the further you dig into Lady Croft’s life, the more bewildering and mysterious she becomes. Perhaps like the archeological sites she discovers, we have only scratched the surface of this incredible woman and the complex and inscrutable secrets buried deep within her.
And then Lara/Indiana was responsible for the moon being properly hung, forming the Grand Canyon, traveling back to the time of the ancient pyramids and defeating the dread evil robot Kubla Kahn.
An Indiana Jones franchise that seeks renewed and eternal life, needs to steer clear of this kind of nonsense. His character changed movie history in the first place by being just some more-or-less ordinary guy. A guy who had cat-like reflexes and was good with a bullwhip, true. But as the first movie ground onward and through the famous truck chase, what really fascinated us with him was his ingenuity, resourcefulness, determination — lack of superpowers — stuff we all have.
And throughout that particular adventure, Marion did some stuff…Sallah did some stuff…even Brody and Musgrove and Eaton did some stuff…without those contributions, the Nazis would have gotten the Ark. If the fourth installment is going to be an endless process of scary things happening, followed by all heads swinging toward the godlike Indy as everybody wonders “what’s he gonna do about that?”, then I predict a movie that’s going to suck.
This is why the second installment was so bad. Of course not everybody agrees with that…
The film won an Academy Award for Visual Effects. Indeed, both Lucas and Spielberg have stated that Temple of Doom was focused on effects to a higher degree than either Raiders of the Lost Ark or Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. It has a 91% rating on Rotten Tomatoes.
But the fact remains, it’s a bore. I own it. Among the movies I’d want to watch again, it’s pretty close to the bottom of the stack…because, wonderful special effects aside, it’s boring. Half the footage is of Kate Capshaw being a loud screaming whining weenie, probably because…
Steven Spielberg and George Lucas aimed to make the sequel to Raiders of the Lost Ark much darker, due to their personal moods following their break-up and divorce respectively.
Nothing like misogyny to add depth to things.
As far as the third one, it was somewhat better but this is mostly because of Mr. Connery’s amazing talents. Also, the effort to “flesh out” the character a little bit more, make him more like a real person, was mostly a success. But it was flawed, a victim of the Dark Ages between the late 1980’s and mid 1990’s when masculine heroism was thought to be passé.
In that time, it was a rule, or might as well have been one. If a straight white six-foot-tall male saves the day, there has to be something wrong with him.
And so Indiana Jones had some daddy issues.
And I doubt the filmmakers will ever admit it, but this made it so difficult to continue the series afterward that it was singularly responsible for the gaping chasm of time between the third installment and now. Why — I drove a brand-new Toyota right into the ground in that length of time. Yes, I did. Bought ‘er brand new after the third movie was already out, and she just expired four months before the fourth movie is released. And that, friends, when you’re talking a Toyota, is a stretch of time if ever there was one.
So that’s what worries me. When we last saw Indiana Jones (the Chronicles being an exception to this), he was a flawed, weak man and there’s going to be this impulse to show us how virile and godlike he is. To define the character just a little bit more…yet again…for the benefit of a new generation that has never before experienced the thrill of a brand new Indy movie hitting the screen. It’s understandable, but that balance is now at risk. The balance between defining the hero, and defining the artifact, story, bad guys, relationships among bad guys, romantic tensions…all that stuff that makes a genuinely good movie.
The bar is high. Steven Spielberg has often left the impression that his most amazing successes are accidents. The first Raiders movie is such a perfect blend of so many things, with the timing just right dead-on. It speeds up when you’re in the mood, slows down when you’re in the mood…never gets boring…but the important thing is that you see potential in yourself when you watch a movie like that. He is like you…and so is she. We are all “raiders.”
Without that, a critical ingredient is missing from the formula, and the magic isn’t coming back.
But as I said, I have high hopes. I’m confident, at this point, that everything stated above is mowing over old grass that’s already been whittled down with the frenzied efforts involved in making the new installment. And we’ll be there on May 22nd with bells on, doing the Mervyn’s open-open-open thing.
The Global Warming Song
Thursday, February 14th, 2008Some Days, You Just Can’t Win
Tuesday, February 12th, 2008
H/T: Wheels.
Best Sentence XXV
Monday, February 11th, 2008The Best Sentence I’ve Heard Or Read Lately (BSIHORL) award goes out, this morning, to the lovely Michelle who is grousing away about my Governortron 2000’s virtual endorsements…and she comes up with this gem, apparently revisiting it from earlier…
As we have seen time and again, “bringing people together” is code for increasing the size and scope of government.
In my own experience, this hackneyed phrase has been seen to mean something a little broader, like “set up a policy I happen to like that would directly affect everyone, so it cannot be subjected to argument by anyone.”
It is directly oppositional to another hackneyed phrase, “make sure everyone has a voice” (or vote, or say, or representation, or that everybody takes part in deciding). Of course a lot of us don’t realize that these two cliches have a directly antithetical relationship to each other. That’s because cliches make us feel good. They don’t blaze a trail and they don’t involve any risk. They’re the pathways of the craven; those who aspire to be extraordinary while endeavoring, one moment to the next, to be as ordinary as possible. That’s how cliches get to be cliches.
And the ugly thing about human nature is we tend to be fair-weather friends to both. We don’t crave representation when we’re in the majority. We want it when we find outselves outvoted — at which time we have an unfortunate tendency to define “representation” as winning. Once we get what we want, there, we run into the thing Michelle’s discussing above. We want to “bring everyone together” — now, RIGHT now — when we’ve won. Make everybody else do things our way. At that point, we’re not so much into counting every vote, we’re more about “unifying” and “healing the divide.”
I would further add none of these little observations about human wisdom will be news to anyone who’s worked in politics for any length of time. Watch a skilled politician as closely as you can, across long stretch of time, you’ll see the successful ones recycle these little sound-bites exactly the way I’ve described above, on the occasions I’ve called them out. They play to our darker, less constructive base instincts.
On Chinese Tattoos
Friday, February 8th, 2008
Via Kate at Small Dead Animals…you have got to read this…
My most recent scheme involved tattoos. I noticed how many people were getting tattoos of Chinese characters, and wondered why Americans of European descent think there is some special magical property to all things Asian. Buddhism, acupuncture, kung fu, feng shui: if this crap originated in Germany, no one would care.
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Anyway, we’re in the middle of the busiest time of the year at work, and we have about 100 temps working for us. It is out of this group that I pick my mark: a young woman, probably 20 or so, and very pretty, in a kind of higher-class New Jersey trailer-park way. Sort of a skinnier, dirty-blonde version of Jessica Alba. She has a little haze of pot smoke around her, and a Chinese character tattooed on her bicep.
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So I launch into the questions: what made her decide on a Chinese symbol, who was the artist, were they Chinese, everything except what the symbol stood for. She stammers through the answers, which boil down to no real reason for the Chinese, no real interest in Asian culture or language, just got the tat from some white American dude in a shop in Sayerville. Then she launches into an explanation of what it means: inner peace or some nonsense.“No,” I tell her, “it says ‘hao fu,’ which means bean curd.”
“What?”
Oh…dear…sure if it’s your body, the argument could be made that it’s all fine & good to mark it up any way you want to. But to those who think it’s a wonderful idea to carve away without understanding exactly what it is you’re doing, this might offer some new insight.
And to the rest of us, it’s just plain funny.
Perps
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008Memo For File LIII
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008I got into a little bit of a tussel (which I personally think was off-topic) in a thread over at Bill Quick’s site, in which we were celebrating the now-famous nose-bloodying blogo-reprimand from Cold Fury to the good folks of Vermont who are pretending to have Bush and Cheney arrested next time the executives pass through town.
I said it was off-topic…this post is supposed to provide a forum for dealing with it…which means, if I address the whole Vermont thing here, that is off-topic as well.
But indulge me for just a moment, because this is delicious.
Are you people really that damn pathetic? Really? You make total jackasses of yourselves, then whine and whimper and try to threaten the people who call you on it? Does my mockery ”harass” you clowns enough to ”cross the line” so you can prosecute me, too,
officeryou blustering sphincter with a badge? You gonna come down here and arrest me now, or wait until after you get the President?Town officials say the petition that led to ballot measure complied with the law. Petition organizers say the measure was symbolic.
And your callers say the measure was idiotic. Typically silly left-wing fantasy. Childish and pathetic. Stupidly pointless. Y’know, progressive.
And, I would add…self-idolizing. Self-aggrandizing. Preening. Narcissistic. Delusional.
Nuts.
Okay, we’re done with that. Back to the subject at hand.
For many a year now, I’ve been going back and forth on whether the trade imbalance is a grave problem for the United States. For awhile I thought it was, and then I thought it was not, then long before the USD started tanking I came around to the third stage, which is where I think it is again a serious issue.
Oh, we got on to that because we were deliberating President Bush’s guilt in doing damage to the U.S. economy.
Personally, I agree with Becky the Girl in Short Shorts Talking About Whatever on this issue…the cause and effect between our government spending money like it’s going out of style, and the dollar falling against the Canuck funny-money.
Under Bush, the country’s trade deficit has been growing each year and the national debt has hit $9 trillion. Ten billion dollars a month is being wasted on the Iraq war. And it is largely borrowed money which is being burnt.
The president has done nothing to stop the bleeding of the dollar except parroting his mantra that we have a “strong dollar” and vetoing a bill for children’s health care. It is nice that he is coming around on spending, but this useless gesture is not going to undue the trillions run up in the last six years by the big pig, also known as Congress.
Yes, she’s reciting a bunch of whackadoodle bollywonkers sound bites trying to scare up votes for that lunatic Ron Paul. In a lot of ways, the girl simply isn’t mature. But give credit where it is due, she’s straight on-point here. Anybody know how these various acts of Congress are actually being paid off? Not just how they’re financed…now just how we print up the money to cover them…but how they ultimately are absorbed into the ownership of the United States public and private sectors.
There is no machinery in existence that chugs away to make sure we live within our means. There’s a national debt ceiling, but that’s nothing. It’s raised whenever it has to be.
And although the modern-day socialists are just trying to prop up self-destruction as a virtue when they complain about the “lack of individual sacrifice,” they do have a point. If there’s a war to be fought, domestic spending should be cut to the bone.
President Bush has simply failed to show leadership in this area, not accidentally, but deliberately over a fundamental disagreement he has with me about political philosophy. I think he treats “political capital” like real money. You spend what you have, and not a dime more than that. Cutting domestic programs is an expenditure of political capital. So is fighting a war. You calculate when you can do two things like this at once, and when you can do only one. That’s what he did.
And I must say, it has worked out well for him — specifically, as well as overall. It probably would have worked out for his father too, if he wasn’t steamrolled by a rock star political juggernaut from the next generation future-ward like Bill Clinton.
But that’s my beef with the Bush dynasty’s “political capital” viewpoint. It prioritizes political self-preservation ahead of strong leadership that does what’s best for the country over the long term. And the reality is, we simply have been spending too much money…we’ve been spending it, because of a leadership vacuum on the fiscal conservation front.
I referred to the trade deficit discussion as a threadjack within a threadjack, because while the President has ample opportunity to share blame with many others on the public debt problem, he certainly is tangential as a figure of culpability in the trade deficit issue. What’s a President to do? Shake a finger at domestic businesses and individuals and say “you guys quit buying so much overseas stuff”? Shake another figure at foreign concerns at say “you guys should buy more of our stuff?” Bush’s father tried that last one a few times. Not only did it fail to work, but such episodes diminished his authority on, I believe, a massive scale. He simply never looked sillier. It was on one such trip that he famously ralphed in the lap of the Prime Minister of Japan.
I thought that was aptly metaphorical.
Presidents do not tell people what to buy and what not to buy. They don’t even ask. If they undertake to do either, they set out on a trail that surely ends in severe self-embarrassment…and a big stinky mess.
Anyway, my renewed dread over the trade deficit figures met with a stiff challenge over at Daily Pundit, home of The Guy Who Invented The Term “Blogosphere”. One of the commenters pointed me over to this article, which rests its argument on this item of research by Messrs. Hausmann and Sturzenegger of the Kennedy School of Government: U.S. and Global Imbalances: Can Dark Matter Prevent a Big Bang?
The authors use the term “dark matter” to describe the logic they have used in determining that something’s amiss with the official trade imbalance statistics.
There is a large difference between our view of the US as a net creditor with assets of about 600 billion US dollars and BEA’s view of the US as a net debtor with total net debt of 2.5 trillion. We call the difference between these two equally arbitrary estimates dark matter, because it corresponds to assets that we know exist, since they generate revenue but cannot be seen (or, better said, cannot be properly measured). The name is taken from a term used in physics to account for the fact that the world is more stable than you would think if it were held together only by the gravity emanating from visible matter. In our measure the US owns about 3.1 trillion of unaccounted net foreign assets. This is big. Before analyzing where this comes from, we may point out that no methodological minutiae will reconcile the facts with the statistics. We can discuss the numbers but we cannot contest the existence of dark matter.
The authors draw on three distinctly identifiable sources of dark matter. All three have to do with what might be called “exports” from the United States that they say should provide an adjustment to the trade imbalance figures, but in fact do not.
The first has to do with good ol’ American know-how. They use an example of an amusement park built overseas. Our private enterprises have sunk an investment amount into this asset, and have borrowed that investment capital from foreign banks. The return from the investment is four times the amount of the interest paid on the foreign debt, because there is a significant quality of real-life-honed knowledge and experience involved in operations, which is not factored into the trade balance equation. I’m receptive to the idea that knowledge is an asset and the accounting world is historically known for a failure in taking this into account. But I’m not receptive to the idea that this calls for an adjustment to the numbers…certainly not in the manner suggested by the study. They’re saying, if I understand it right, that since the net rate of return is 300% higher than the interest being charged on the debts accumulated to install the asset, the the real value of the investment asset overseas should be trebled. Perhaps this logic could be pursued by a prospective buyer, under circumstances most blissfully favorable to the seller. But it doesn’t impress me as a sound accounting principle. It looks to me more like a sloppy conflation between income and interest. They’re presuming our domestic businessmen have been more savvy than the foreign bankers, and worked out a better deal, and this is where the logic breaks down. Interest on business loans is supposed to be dwarfed by the profits made on the use of those loan proceeds. If that were not the case, the capitalist model, at least in that one instance, would break down.
The second has to do with seignorage:
The difference between the cost of the bullion plus minting expenses and the value as money of the pieces coined, constituting a source of government revenue.
Okay, good point. But all I can realistically allow for, here, is the conclusion that more study is needed. This isn’t something that would count for anything unless some actual minting takes place. Who’s doing more actual minting, us or them? And how much minting takes place, with all of this investment activity? If it’s electronic, isn’t this off-topic? I dunno. Under this same second point, the authors make the case for counting liquidity services against the documented trade deficits in the United States. Well yeah, but I’ve seen trade deficit figures where those services are factored in…and we consume those services as well as providing them, do we not? And have not our trade-deficit chicken-littles been warning us for years, now, that the Asian markets will someday stop buying American treasury bills, with devastating consequences someday? Seems to me, lately, this is exactly what has been taking place.
Japan, China and Taiwan sold U.S. Treasuries at the fastest pace in at least five years in August as losses linked to U.S. subprime mortgages sparked a slump in the dollar.
Japan cut its holdings by 4 percent to $586 billion, the most since a new benchmark for the data was created in March 2000, U.S. Treasury Department figures published Tuesday showed. Chinese ownership of U.S. government bonds fell by 2.2 percent to $400 billion, the fastest pace since April 2002. Taiwan’s slid 8.9 percent to $52 billion, the most since October 2000.
The third factor has to do with financial solvency services provided by the United States to countries abroad, which, the authors say, also is not taken into account with the official trade balance statistics. Fine, I’ll take their word for it. But there’s overlap, in the form of U.S. treasury bills, between this third factor and the second. The above-mentioned drop-off with the exchange of the life-saving treasury bills, thus deals a double-whammy to the dark matter theory.
And this is the point, I would add, that had me worried about the trade deficit in the first place. When we say it’s all okay, or we acknowledge maybe it’s a problem but it’s a problem that won’t hurt too bad in the long run — what we’re doing is putting control over the United States financial solvency in the hands of others. Hey, we’re saved for today, they’re coming from Singapore to buy our T-bills. But that’s today. There’s tomorrow to think about, and then the day after that.
So I’m inclined to buy the argument. Dark matter does exist. But if our fortunes are attached to it, we’d better make it un-dark, toot-sweet, and learn what we can about it. And once we do that, my money says we’re not going to be too thrilled about what we discover.
The New Bond Movie Title
Friday, February 1st, 2008What with the only decent candidate dropping out of the presidential race, and the, ahem, other high drama going on, it seems after waiting a solid year for this announcement to come out I completely missed it.
Producers have revealed some of the secrets about the latest James Bond film, due for release later this year, including the inner turmoil that drives its suave superagent hero and its title: “Quantum of Solace.”
As titles go, it’s not as mellifluous as “From Russia With Love” or “Goldfinger.” But Daniel Craig, returning as Bond after 2006’s “Casino Royale,” says he likes it.
“It has grown on me,” Craig told reporters on the film’s set at Pinewood Studios near London on Thursday. “It doesn’t trip off the tongue. But why should it?”
You can find a plot summary here…
Betrayed by Vesper, the woman he loved, 007 fights the urge to make his latest mission personal. Pursuing his determination to uncover the truth, Bond and M (JUDI DENCH) interrogate Mr White (JESPER CHRISTENSEN) who reveals the organization which blackmailed Vesper is far more complex and dangerous than anyone had imagined.
Forensic intelligence links an Mi6 traitor to a bank account in Haiti where a case of mistaken identity introduces Bond to the beautiful but feisty Camille (OLGA KURYLENKO), a woman who has her own vendetta. Camille leads Bond straight to Dominic Greene (MATHIEU AMALRIC), a ruthless business man and major force within the mysterious organization.
On a mission that leads him to Austria, Italy and South America, Bond discovers that Greene, conspiring to take total control of one of the world’s most important natural resources, is forging a deal with the exiled General Medrano (JOAQUIN COSIO). Using his associates in the organization, and manipulating his powerful contacts within the CIA and the British government, Greene promises to overthrow the existing regime in a Latin American country, giving the General control of the country in exchange for a seemingly barren piece of land.
In a minefield of treachery, murder and deceit, Bond allies with old friends in a battle to uncover the truth. As he gets closer to finding the man responsible for the betrayal of Vesper, 007 must keep one step ahead of the CIA, the terrorists and even M, to unravel Greene’s sinister plan and stop his organization.
Video follows…
Faaaaaaan…tastic. I’ll be there on opening day, doin’ the Mervyn’s open-open-open thing. Official site here; more here and here. Interviews and video clips here. Rumors are flying around, and I’m inclined to think they’ll collapse, that the superspy is going to wed.
James Bond is by far the most beneficial contribution to western civilization that originated outside of the U.S. of A. And it’s not because he makes men feel good about themselves…it’s because he makes someone feel good about themselves.
Because the truth of it is, if this movie franchise showed off how suave and sleek and daring and resourceful and strong the male of the species could be, by actively and constantly ticking off the ladies, I personally wouldn’t be so supportive of it. Here’s what everybody’s missing: James Bond is exactly what we all say we want but cannot find, which is a truly positive role model. Yes, his sex life is irresponsible, and he drinks a lot…used to smoke a lot too…but that’s all trivial stuff. Whenever there’s a megalomaniac somewhere in his orbiting space station, or his undersea fortress, or his dirigible, and he’s plotting to blackmail the United Nations with stolen nuclear weapons or blow up Fort Knox or irradiate the Caspian Sea, it might be a good idea for someone to hop on in there and make sure it doesn’t happen, maybe.
This is a real hero. On the surface, cosmetically, Bond lives for himself. That defines the character. And yet…if it really defined him to the marrow of his bones, wouldn’t he just kind of yawn and scratch his ass while circuses in East Germany were blown up, and the banking system of London was wiped out with electro-magnetic pulse? So…he seems to live for himself, but the twist is that he really doesn’t.
Contrast that with the “typical” hero, which, I submit, is an equally puzzling dichotomy, but turned around in the exact opposite direction. They seem to live for others but in reality, live for themselves. There have been so many and they’ve all faded from memory so quickly — which is my point — but where to begin.
Your typical movie hero is designed to gather glittering compliments about being a constructive role-model for the little kidlets, from people whose adoration is most valued by the leftwing pinhead Hollywood jetset, which is more leftwing pinhead Hollywood jetset. This type of hero promotes a collectivist society, although necessarily in a thickly subtle way. What is going on in the hero(ine)’s personal life, what people think of him/her, over a long term or over the span of a few seconds at some social event — this is presented as crucial dramatic tension, on par with the sinister plot the typical forgettable hero is trying to foil.
He’s occasionally a white guy, but great pains are taken to ensure that he’s usually not — and nobody notices.
Everything, and I do mean everything, s/he does is something that is hip, or more to the point cannot be considered un-hip. One painful vision that comes immediately to mind, is a “Walker, Texas Ranger” deep into his fifties, heading out to a honky-tonk bar with his much younger friends and groovin’ to the modern country music with the much younger kiddies already ensconced therein. Blegh. See, like a sophomore in high school, he had to do it. The character is uber-cool, and would be compromised if ever caught — just once — failing to climb on to whatever bandwagon came along.
Another example…the Legally Blond girl. The fairer sex, I notice, is particularly victimized by this overwhelming deluge of “entertainment” vessels in which the so-called “real” contest between good & evil, has to do with reforming our unfair, stratified world into a more egalitarian society. Here, we’re going to become better people by acclimating ourselves to the idea that there can be — *cough cough* — woman lawyers. Zowee, there’s a paradigm shift for ya. That is the surface drama: Will Reese Witherspoon be able to prove herself worthy, or not? And if she can’t, one gets the sense that, oh horrors, no woman will ever be able to practice law again. Oh dear, just like G.I. Jane, she’s fighting for all her sisters.
Except, you see, she isn’t. Because it’s always an important part of the story that at the end of the movie, just before the closing credits roll, everybody thinks the wunderfeminist is a beautiful, great person. This is mandatory. Always, always, always…or nearly always…we see, at the final curtain, the goal the entire time was more about achieving a certain social status than about getting anything done.
And these hero(ines) are always uninspiring and forgettable. Frankly, I feel a little silly citing them. But they’re important because they represent hundreds that are just like this. On the surface, they’re about promoting a utopia where everyone has opportunity, but by the climax we see they are all about themselves — since, if they were able to break those glass ceilings and tear down those barriers, but nobody knew, it would all be a futile exercise.
I can’t help but think James Bond has succeeded, well above & beyond whatever he did during his time, the cold war era — because we are so hungry for this. The upside-down hero. The exact opposite of what we see all the stinkin’ time. For James Bond will, we know beyond any doubt, save the world…or at least a part of it…millions of men, women and children he has never met and will never meet, who probably do things differently than the way he’d ever do them. And yet, he has no social status to earn, or to save. He doesn’t exist within a social status. The message you glean from between the lines, is that his personal life is rather abysmal, tortured, maybe even…boring.
Here’s something to think about.
In roughly half the Bond movies that we do have, at closing credits some mention is made about bringing James Bond of Her Majesty’s Secret Service, some of the glory he does deserve. Knight of the Garter, “Order of Lenin,” etc. These are the Bond movies widely accepted as the most forgettable.
Do NOT take my word for it. You have 21 Bond movies you can analyze to try to prove me wrong…you’ll see I’m not. The very best Bond movies are the ones where he’s left swapping spit with his leading lady, who will become his steady until — well, at least next Wednesday or so. But the important thing is, nobody has a clue about what he just did, or how close the world came to certain annihilation. And nobody cares that nobody knows. James Bond…knight in the shadows…man without a name.
You see, our fascination with Bond isn’t really about him saving the world, or being a male superstar filled with positive masculine attributes. Our fascination with him is that he’s sufficiently engaged in the world to affect large, positive changes in it, while simultaneously existing outside of it. This is exactly what the xXx movie, and its sequel, were trying to do…ineffectively.
The now-tedious bad-boy tries to be hip. That just destroys the formula there. Existing outside the social structure doesn’t mean being a hoodlum; hoodlum is a social status. Our hunger is for people who care more about what they do, than about what anyone thinks of them. And yet Hollywood keeps shoveling to us big ol’ piles of that other kind of guy or gal, the hero who has to keep looking over his shoulder to make sure everyone just saw what he did.
As long as they keep doing that, we’ll keep appreciating, and loving, James Bond 007, Licensed To Kill.
And they can’t stop.
On The 4A-GE
Thursday, January 31st, 2008There might be a little bit of a deluge of car stuff in these parts in the days ahead. We’re going to go ahead and try to save Bessie. It is out of the question for me to do the actual saving, but I have managed to find just a few gentlemen who feel up to the challenge of doing a transplant. The bad news is…and this is probably just an excuse on their part…they’re all gun-shy about the cost side of the equation, and the who-knows-how-long wait in line to get a working 4A-GE DOHC 1.6L EFI.
Excuse or not, that one factor has scuttled every deal so far. And who can blame them.
But my research has landed me on a few pages worth bookmarking. There’s this guy…and this guy…and then a slightly-related engine transplant project, not exactly the one for which I’m looking, that made me chuckle.
Check out the broomstick hood suspension device here. It’s real wood!
We love a good engine swap around these parts, and, ever since the very first Project Car Hell, I’ve been interested in the Toyota-engine-in-Sprite/Midget idea. Not that I’d ever do such a thing, mind you… well, actually, I might! This site is a very well-written and carefully documented account of just how a
total raving madmanresourceful gearhead goes about stuffing a 160-horsepower Toyota 4AGE into a microscopic British car designed for 65 horsepower. Lots of good stuff here, engine swap fans!
As for Bessie’s second life…I dunno…I just don’t know. As popular as the old 4A-GE has been, well, that works on the demand side as well as the supply side. And they aren’t exactly growing on trees. Looks like a custom rebuild, and honestly, I don’t have the first clue about what that actually entails.
I got the Carfax report. Thirteen records. Most of them “failed emissions test…passed emissions test…failed…passed.” They seem to be under the impression I had 111k on her before I moved to California. But I distinctly remember that night I clicked past 100 on Greenback, between Madison and Main. On the other hand, it was fifteen years ago.
Toyota Finance Corporation found my record. That’s good. I need to resolve this title stuff before I can do anything…the release-of-lien is headed here, should be in hand by Monday.
Then I get to argue with the DMV. The Kah-lee-FOH-nee-yah DMV. My good friends…oh…hello, boys and girls. We just get along like oil and water, me and the DMV folks.
The Perfect Wife
Thursday, January 31st, 2008Better enjoy these while we can. Hillary just might win.
The Force Unleashed
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008And now for some junk food…since I know, if you’re like me, this non-lightsaber-related crap is starting to bore you silly.
Top 10 Terrifying Women in Movies
Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008The Top Ten Teaser Trailers…
Sunday, January 20th, 2008Kingston Trio on the MTA
Sunday, January 20th, 2008This posted in honor of the passing of John Stewart at the tender age of 68. He’s not in this one, but what the hell. In all my travels throughout the eastern seaboard, this song just kept ringing through my head.
Lyrics can be found here.
Sewer Explosion
Sunday, January 20th, 2008Just because.
I’m A Doctor, Not A (blank)
Sunday, January 20th, 2008In honor of DeForest Kelly’s 88th birthday, a montage of “I’m a Doctor” quotes.
H/T: FARK (link may require registration).
Best Sentence XXII
Thursday, January 17th, 2008The BSIHORL (Best Sentence I’ve Heard or Read Lately) award is given posthumously to Richard Feynman, about whom we learn via Little Green Footballs:
I believe that a scientist looking at nonscientific problems is just as dumb as the next guy.
The Ego
Thursday, January 17th, 2008Jonathan Brink has a post up about ego that really makes you think…and think hard.
When I was six I got my first trophy for playing soccer. It was the strangest feeling at the time. The shiny little trophy had this interesting effect on my soul. It felt good in a way that was validating. As I grew, I was naturally gifted in quickness and learned to gain the applause of my fellow classmates. Before school, everyone would gather up on the black top and challenge each other to see who was the fastest kid in school that day. 9 times out of 10 I won the race. The applause became like a drug, reminding me that I had done something worthwhile. I must be good right? The problem was that by lunch time, people had somehow forgotten their applause. The parade of validations had gone home, thus the need to prove myself again the next day.
And then life had a strange way of doing the same thing. Everything I participated in, school, sports, church, quickly constantly reminded me that applause came from accomplishment. If I got good grades my parents were pleased with me. If I scored goals, my friends were pleased with me. If I memorized verses and showed up on Sunday, my youth pastor was pleased with me. Even work was a matter of accomplishment. The better I did, the more applause and money I gained.
But over time the search for applause grew exhausting. The fickle crowd was never pleased enough. The bar somehow kept increasing the older I got. And to be honest it took a heavy toll on my soul. I felt like a horse with a carrot hanging in front of my face just beyond my grasp. No matter how hard I tried it could never reach it.
Great job, Mr. Brink, and well done. It takes a lot of insight to notice, even if you’ve been working it since childhood, the temporary nature of ego-polishing. If I saw everything exactly the same way you do, this wouldn’t be nearly as interesting.
“There’s Something Really Disturbing About You”
Wednesday, January 16th, 2008Yeah, I’d say creepy was the right word.
Dilbert Comic Strips
Wednesday, January 16th, 2008…some of the best ones.
Superman Gets Cozy With Spider Woman
Wednesday, January 16th, 2008Enjoy.
Questions We Never Answered in 2007
Sunday, January 6th, 2008I just wanted to bookmark it.
That, and I’d really like to know why men never seem to win on Wheel of Fortune.
Dave Barry’s Year in Review
Monday, December 31st, 2007These are always good. Here’s this year’s installment.
Seven Things That Only Make Sense When You’re Drunk
Monday, December 31st, 2007Oh, I’d like to think we’ve all been there…

Infant Skeleton Found in Suitcase
Monday, December 31st, 2007Pretty creepy story from Pittsburgh…
An infant’s skeleton was found in a suitcase by adult siblings cleaning out their elderly mother’s house after she died, state police said.
The siblings did not recognize the suitcase as their mother’s, but said clothes found inside belonged to her, Trooper Lisa Jobe said.
The suitcase was found under a bed Saturday. The woman, who lived about 30 miles east of Pittsburgh in Hempfield Township, died earlier this month. She was in her 80s and her surviving children are in their 40s and 50s.
Police did not immediately release the dead woman’s name. They hope that a forensic pathologist can determine the infant’s gender and how and when the child died.
The woman’s husband died about three years ago, police said. The surviving children could not give police any information about the remains or how long they may have been under the bed.




