IMAGE OF THE WEEK





The Edmund Fitzgerald, in trouble on Lake Superior.

For me, the two most fascinating shipwrecks in history are that of the Titanic and the Edmund Fitzgerald, which went down on November 10, 1975 in a severe storm on Lake Superior. I found this painting on a site devoted to the wreck (the painting links to it), and I just found this one pretty striking.

UPDATE: Darth Swank and Robert in comments remind me of the wreck of the Empress of Ireland, which went down in the St. Laurence River after being rammed by a Norwegian collier. The loss of life was greater than that of the Titanic, but the Empress of Ireland did not have anywhere near the mythic opulence of the earlier wreck, and the ship went down so fast that there was no time for the heartbreaking stories of families bidding each other farewell on the decks to take place as they had on the Titanic. Most fascinating to me, though, is the fact that the Empress of Ireland went down within sight of land (well, it would have, if not for the dense fog that led to the collision in the first place).

Here’s a good writeup on the wreck of the Empress of Ireland, and make sure to check the rest of that site out as well, including the Flash-driven “Diagram of a Colossus”, an interactive tour of the Lusitania.

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WTF??!!

Apparently NBC is under the impression that viewers don’t realize Scrubs is a comedy, because I’ve just watched a preview for next week’s episode that punctuates the jokes with a laugh track.

Scrubs does not use a laugh track.

Oy.

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The Powerless Samaritan

La Gringa wonders if she should be feeling guilty for not doing more to help the person who called her at home at 4:00 a.m..

Personally, I’m amazed she stayed on the line as long as she did.

(No, not that I’d have hung up on her had I been conscious enough at that time to process what was happening; in the more likely scenario, I would ascertain that the person on the other end is not a family relative calling to give me bad news, mumble something like “Wrong number”, and then hang up.)

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Mr. Quest

Today while driving around Buffalo in a U-Haul, I tuned in for a while to whatever the ESPN Radio show is that has replaced Tony Cornheiser’s show since Cornheiser stepped down. I don’t know who the host is now, but he was going on about the fact that he loves the old cartoon show Jonny Quest, and he was lamenting the fact that nearly every other old cartoon has seen some kind of successful revival, but Jonny Quest has not. He even said that he couldn’t find anything online about the show, which makes me wonder if he was spelling it “Jonnee Kwesst”, since it took me a single search under “Jonny Quest” on Google to turn up some stuff: this and this, for example.

I liked Jonny Quest a lot when I was a kid, although I didn’t get to see it often because if I recall correctly, the places I lived didn’t air it often. It was just a straight-forward adventure show, without a whole lot of goofy humor stuff. I remember that when there was a short-lived revival some years ago, I was excited because not only was it Jonny Quest returning, but because I worked at Pizza Hut at the time and we had the official tie-in stuff.

(Which, sadly, turned out to be pretty lame. There was what I thought was a nifty-looking Jonny Quest action figure, but it turned out to not be so much an action figure as just a figure: it was not posable. A pretty good example, really, of the crappy toys Pizza Hut always had for its kid’s meals. There was also a plastic collectible drinking cup, with a picture of Jonny pointing at, well, you. One of my employees, who was a stereotypical dirty old man, took one look at this cup and said, “I think he wants you to pull his finger.” That pretty much killed my excitement.)

Anyhoo, the guy on the radio show wondered why there has never been a JQ movie or something similar, except for that brief revival in the 90s. I suspect that it would be hard to pull off: a show about a bunch of crime-fighters who are all guys, except for one woman? Two of whom are kids? I can just imagine the critics pumping their reviews of such a movie full of speculations of homoeroticism. I mean, Lisa Schwarzbaum of Entertainment Weekly — she who no doubt snuggles deep-down into her sheets with Pauline Kael’s picture on them after every pretentious review she writes — would be a veritable fountain of drool at the prospect of writing a review of a Jonny Quest movie full of “Wink wink nudge nudge” innuendos. Probably actually using the words “wink wing nudge nudge”.

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When To Run Screaming From Your Boss, #4857

A good time to make a very quick getaway from your supervisor is when he says, “We have some furniture to pick up from a few local stores. How do you feel about driving a U-Haul?”

So began a four-hour odyssey around the Greater Buffalo area today, as I went to three different establishments in a 14-foot U-Haul truck to pick up bookcases, tables, et cetera. For a grocery store. For reasons passing understanding. Oh well.

The drive wasn’t bad, actually, except for the fact that none of the things I’m usually supposed to do actually got done in my absence. The truck had air conditioning, which was a plus given that it was actually pretty warm today, and I got to listen to a bit of the Jim Rome Show, although he didn’t have any guests on that interested me today.

The weird part is that since I was out of the store until about 2:00, I had to take my New York State-required thirty-minute lunch break when I got back — despite the fact that I was scheduled to leave at 3:00. So I took a half-hour off, sat around, then punched back in for thirty more minutes of work. C’est la vie.

And if you’re not incredibly bored yet by this post, well, you need to get out more. I’m writing it and I’m bored.

(Oh, and this was all after I helped unload yet another #$*%&#!! truck full of trees and bushes for the #*$&%(@!! Garden Center. Hence, I’m incredibly tired, and hence the lack of posting until now.)

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So long, John.

On American Idol this week, local boy John Stevens, the sixteen-year-old carrot-topped crooner who has been inexplicably moving on each week, finally saw his luck run out. He’s been pretty much in over his head for several weeks now, and he’s outstayed at least three more deserving contestants.

Still, John’s departure was a bit sad to behold. Simon Cowell made a point last night of telling John what a class act he is, and John showed it one last time tonight: after reading the results, host Ryan Seacrest asked John what part of American Idol he was going to miss the most. John didn’t hesitate at all as he pointed to the remaining five contestants and said, “Them.”

Good luck, John.

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Your semi-occasional dose of GAAHHHHH!!!

After I got done reading the fascinating post linked below over on Libertarian Jackass, I figured I’d keep on scrolling down.

And I saw this, taken from here. What we have here are the “Great Moments in Human Development”, as viewed by that whackiest subset of libertarians, the Randites. At the bottom, we have Homo erectus discovering fire; then a cave painter; then an Ancient Egyptian scribe, writing on papyrus; then Aristotle; and finally, the crowning achievement of all human thought: Ayn Rand herself.

Yes, folks, they really think like this. Take my word for it.

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Scalzi on Music

For his recent “Reader Suggestion Week”, I posed the following question to John Scalzi:

“Will things like iTunes destroy the way we used to allow songs to ‘grow’ on us, as we tilt toward buying songs that are immediately pleasing? And will the fact that apparently the individual song is increasingly the atomic entity with respect to music distribution, will this kill the idea of the album? And what place classical music in the grand world of downloading, when the paradigm of ‘Hey, bands, just record your music in your basement!’ doesn’t really scale to symphony orchestras?”

He offered the following answer in the middle of a “grab-bag” post of all the questions that didn’t inspire a full-length post of its own:

“Well, it’s not like orchestras ever fit into basements. Didn’t stop hundreds of years of symphonies from being written. And when you have the capability of being able to replicate an entire orchestra from a synth, what’s to stop some ambitious person from composing a symphonic score?

Yes, I think iTunes et al will change how we approach music, but it’ll change it back to what it was, say, in 1903, when most music was sold as songs (through sheet music). Albums are a fairly late development in terms of being the accepted basic unit of musical currency. Also, I think we’ve all always tilted toward songs — it’s why even in the era of albums bands always released singles. I’ve mentioned before that I do think the idea of an album meaning “a set number of songs determined by the physical limitations of the recording media” is going out the door, but I think musically ambitious bands will always release suites of thematically-linked songs. Would it be so bad to live in a world where Radiohead or Wilco could release album-length works and Britney and Justin simply released singles? Digital distribution allows for both.”

I wish I could put my finger on it, but this answer just doesn’t seem right to me, and I’m not sure why. I can cite a number of places where I diverge with John, but I’m not sure they add up to him being wrong. So, I’ll just respond to a few items here.

:: First, I think he totally missed my fear, expressed in the opening of my question, that downloads will hasten the compression of our attention span, which is already alarmingly diminished. If we assume that most people who buy music by the song will only buy those songs whose first few seconds immediately appeal to them, have we lost something as a musical culture? I mean, if you bail out on Berlioz’s Symphonie fantastique after the first four minutes, you still won’t even have heard the idee fixe, the theme which ties together the entire work. That’s an extreme example, to be sure, but I think it helps illustrate what I’m getting at.

:: I think John’s a bit flip about dismissing my concerns about classical music in general in the age of downloading. No, composers didn’t write symphonies and record them in their own basements, but there were a lot more orchestras then, as well. And I mean, a lot more orchestras. Every town had its own orchestra, many nobles even had their own orchestras, et cetera. Since the era we’re talking about was mostly the pre-recording era, the premium was on performance, which no longer seems to be the case at all. Live music was music, whereas now recording has become so entrenched that we constantly have to remind ourselves that live music even exists. Some commentators I’ve seen (and I’m not sure if John would fit in this category) seem to think that the demise of Big Recording (assuming the demise of Big Recording) will lead to some grand rebirth of live music, which I’m not at all convinced will be the case. And the problem to classical music, in particular, seems to me to be potentially pernicious: as fewer recordings get made, fewer ensembles will exists in the first place, which means fewer opportunities for the composers to get their works performed at all. And besides, those hundreds of years of symphonies were largely written before the rise of the synth, electric guitar, and drumset.

:: I’m a bit dismayed at John’s suggestion that the synthesizer can replicate a symphony orchestra. Approximate, yes. Replicate, no. I don’t want to dismiss the possibilities of electronic music — a lot of my favorite music is electronic in nature — but I don’t want to downplay its limitations. If we reach a point where there are only a handful of orchestras left, I really can’t imagine that the fact that a synthesizer can simulate one will really inspire too much creation of new symphonic music.

:: John says that the musical culture will revert to that of 1903, when the song was the chief means of musical distribution, in the form of sheet music. This analogy troubles me, because the only point of convergence is in the song-as-musical-atom. Sheet music dominated, firstly, in the era prior to widespread recording; and second, more importantly, sheet music’s popularity depended on widespread musical literacy to a degree that I regret to say I find unlikely to ever exist again. For sheet music to be of any use, someone has to be able to play the piano, and not just plink out a tune or two, but actually play the thing. Song-as-atom or no, music was a participatory thing to the people of 1903. Not so now. The song, back then, was still seen as just a first-step into music. Now, it seems as though the song is the only thing that matters. Witness, today, the track list of a mix CD John made for his daughter. It’s all songs, and rock or pop songs to boot. Not an iota of orchestral music there, no suggestion of longer forms.

:: Finally, John says that digital distribution still allows for the concept of the album. I don’t disagree, but that’s not what I’m getting at. What can be done with digital distribution is one thing; what is likely to be done with it is something else. If Radiohead releases an “album”, in the classic sense of the word, online, but people are able to buy either a song or two from it up to the whole thing, what’s the point of the “album” in the first place? Can the “album” even be said to exist? It seems to me that the idea of artistic context that is inherent in the album concept would suffer dramatically in such a scheme.

(Postscript: I don’t want this to sound like a big attack on John Scalzi, because I love the guy’s blogs in general and his thoughts on writing in particular. But there’s just something that bothers me about today’s music talk: it’s entirely about songs. Song this and song that, and here’s a great song, and here’s the ecletic bunch of songs on my iPod, et cetera. The word “music” now seems to be a singular plural for “songs”. I really do worry that longer forms will no longer exist with any kind of true vibrancy.)

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The Tempting of Luke

Wow, that sure worked: lots of good comments to the discussion question below, in which I ask if Luke Skywalker was possibly tempted by the Dark Side of the Force when Ben Kenobi was struck down.

The answers seem to trend largely to “No”, which is why I am sure it will not surprise anyone that my answer is “Yes”. Ha! Take that, Smithers! Er….anyway, my rationale follows.

First, I think it’s important to distinguish that there are varying degrees of “temptation by the Dark Side”. I fully grant that whatever Luke feels at that moment, Dark side-wise, is much, much milder than what he feels in The Empire Strikes Back after his vision of his friends in pain, and not even close to what he feels in the throne room in Return of the Jedi. But I do think he’s tempted: just a tiny bit, perhaps, but tempted nonetheless.

It’s worth noting how Yoda defines the Dark Side in The Empire Strikes Back: “A Jedi’s strength flows from the Force. But beware the Dark Side. Anger, fear, aggression — the Dark Side of the Force are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight.” (Emphasis mine.)

I’d submit that Luke most definitely feels at least two of those emotions in that moment, as he stands still and starts blasting away at the stormtroopers: anger and aggression. The closest thing he’s ever had to a father figure has been struck down before his eyes, by the very man who (he believes) killed his own father, and in that moment, nothing to him matters except vengeance. He ignores Leia’s cries for him to get aboard the ship, while heeding Han’s helpful advice to blast the shield door controls. Only when he hears Ben’s voice in his mind does he realize that he has momentarily lost perspective.

Now, in comments, Nefarious Neddie notes that not all instances of anger, fear or aggression constitute Dark-Side temptations, and I’d agree, although I’d also point out that in Obi Wan’s duel with Darth Maul in The Phantom Menace, anger and aggression very nearly get Obi Wan killed. There’s a closeup of Obi Wan’s enraged face as he brings down a fierce blow which Maul barely parries, but this leaves Obi Wan open to Maul’s “Force blast” which sends him over the brink of the shaft. The implication is that aggression and anger lead to dolorous ends, even if not always to a Dark-Side conversion.

What really convinces me that Luke’s moment in the Death Star landing bay is a Dark-Side temptation, though, is a parallel moment in Anakin Skywalker’s life in Attack of the Clones. It’s been well-noted that Anakin’s life in the prequel trilogy roughly parallel’s Lukes, but with Luke making the right decisions at the appropriate moments while Anakin keeps making the wrong ones. Consider the two moments I’m talking about: Luke/Anakin witnesses the passing of his closest parental figure, in the company of those responsible (Luke sees Ben fall to Vader, Anakin cradles his mother as she dies in the Tusken camp). And then compare what happens afterward: Each lashes out at the perpetrators (even though Luke can’t really get a good shot at Vader, he dispatches a number of his surrogate Stormtroopers). Each hears, in his mind, the voice of the Jedi who first “discovered” him, warning him away (Luke hears Ben saying “Run, Luke, run!”; Anakin hears Qui Gon saying, “Anakin! Anakin! NO!“).

But — and this is the important part — where Luke heeds the voice he hears, Anakin ignores his — and I think it’s pretty clear that Anakin’s slaying of the Tuskens is his first foray into Darkness. (John Williams, as always, tips us off: when Anakin tells Padme what he’s done, we hear the Emperor’s Theme alternated with Vader’s Theme in the score.) The two moments, in my mind, are closely parallel, which leads me to believe that Luke was, in fact, tempted by the Dark Side at that point. But while Luke turns away from his temptation, Anakin gives in to his.

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