You’re such a tease!

So I log into Blogger the other day and see a big banner thing across the top of the “dashboard” page (for non-Blogger users, the “dashboard” is the main page you see when you first sign in, before you start writing posts and stuff to your various blogs), telling me that I was at last allowed to make the migration over to the new BloggerBeta. So I clicked the link, only to be told that I actually can’t make that migration yet; and when I clicked the “More info” link, I see that this is likely because they can’t do “huge” blogs yet, where “huge” is defined as having several thousand posts (check) and/or very lengthy comment threads (not so much). So here I am, still stuck in non-Beta land. Not that this is such a big deal, but I’d like to do the “post-labels” thing, even if I have no intention of actually going through my archives and categorizing my more than 5000 posts.

(Yeah, that’s right, I’ve written more than 5000 posts in this space. Ye Gods.)

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For Carl

The 20th of this month — two weeks from yesterday — will mark the tenth anniversary of Carl Sagan’s passing, and this blogger is organizing a Blogistan-based memorial of Dr. Sagan’s life and works on that date:

In his honor, I am organizing a special memorial “blog-a-thon” among Sagan’s fans throughout the blogosphere. If you’re a Sagan fan with a blog, you can participate by posting something related to him on or near that date. Read or reread a Sagan book and review it; discuss cool things that you’ve done that’s been influenced by him; pontificate on one of the many topics he treated (SETI, astronomy, critical thinking, the history of science, human intelligence….), or post about something completely surprising.

This effort is endorsed by Sagan’s son, author Nick Sagan. I will be participating; Carl Sagan ranks on my list of personal heroes and influences with Hector Berlioz, JRR Tolkien, George Lucas, Sergei Rachmaninov, and any of the other luminaries on whose behalf I have waxed poetic in this space. And if any of my readers are of similar mind regarding Carl Sagan, feel free to join in on posting on the 20th.

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Huh-whuh?!

OK, I know for a fact that there are lots of smart people who live in Texas, so I don’t want to make fun of the place. But sometimes they make it so damned hard:

A plan to build a mosque in this Houston suburb has triggered a neighborhood dispute, with community members warning the place will become a terrorist hotbed and one man threatening to hold pig races on Fridays just to offend the Muslims.

This story was so surreal that I had to read it several times just to grasp the particulars. It seems that an Islamic organization wants to build a mosque in a town called Katy, Texas (which is apparently in the Houston region), and they bought some land to do just that. Cue the histrionics from people who have nothing against Moslems, but are concerned about “property values, traffic, and drainage” — in short, the usual stuff people worry about when undesirable things want to move in. I wonder how much they’d worry about those things if it was one of those gigantic Christian megachurches, the ones that seat more people than some NHL venues, that was looking to build there. I bet they wouldn’t think there’d be drainage problems then! But then, there wouldn’t be terrorists either, because wherever Muslims congregate, there’s sure to be some terrorizin’!

And then there’s the guy who plans to race pigs next door to the new mosque, just to offend the Muslims. First of all, it seems that this guy originally thought that the new mosque meant he’d have to give up the land he already owned, which turned out to be his own mistake, but no matter — he’s gonna run his pigs anyway!

Though he now concedes the Muslims are probably not after his land, Baker said he is obligated to go through with the pig races, probably within the next few weeks, because “I would be like a total idiot if I didn’t. I’d be the laughingstock now because I’ve gone too far.”

See what happens? You get yourself in so deep, and then you promise people some pig racin’, so how are you gonna look if you don’t follow through? You’ll look like an idiot! Because that’s what makes you look stupid — not overreacting to a mistake you yourself made in the first place. That doesn’t make you look stupid at all!

Let’s face things here, dude: you look like an idiot and a laughingstock already. Racing the pigs is just going to be the icing on the Stupid Cake — especially since, as the article notes, Muslims don’t worship pigs or anything, they merely refrain from eating pork. Pigs are not to Islam as cows are to Hinduism, a distinction that I’m sure will be lost on the pig-farmer. After all, he’s got to strike his blow against the Coming of the Caliphate, just after he slops old Wilbur.

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Finding Aaron

I think that Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip may be finding itself. The episode airing tonight in the US, which I watched last night thanks to my fine Canadian brethren, is the show’s third consecutive entry in which there is relatively little preaching. Sorkin seems to have finally remembered how to make points through drama, as opposed to the approach which dominated the show’s first bunch of episodes (i.e., making points by stopping the drama completely so characters could make speeches).

Also for the first time in the show’s run, Matt and Harriet seem like a plausible couple, if only because they actually interact in this episode, rather than simply bounce speeches off one another. The Steven Weber and Bradley Whitford characters also seem to be settling in, after too long a spell in which Weber seemed like a guy who was tending to be the show’s “heavy” even though he clearly wasn’t meant to be the heavy, and in which Whitford seemed to simply be not so much a character but a liaison between Matthew Perry and the rest of the cast.

The brief bits of sketches we see are actually amusing, the goings-on at the fictional TV show are actually interesting, and Sorkin does one of those extended music bits at the end that actually makes a point in an actually touching way.

So anyway, maybe the crisis is averted.

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Music for the Gospel

On a Usenet thread about film music acquisitions in 2006 (yes, for reasons that are odd enough, rec.music.movies is active again), I just wrote a post about my recent acquisition of Jeff Danna’s score to The Gospel of John, and I want to repeat that post here, edited to include some linkage:

At the church my family attends, the services (like most) always include a reading from the Bible. Now, when it’s from the Old Testament or from one of the letters of Paul, the pastor just reads it out loud. But if it’s from one of the Gospels, he plays a video clip corresponding to the reading from one of several “video bibles” they use. I’ve noticed over the last two years that two of these video Bibles are in use, with two different actors playing Jesus.

One of these Jesuses has an American accent, and plays Jesus in a very down-to-Earth manner, always smiling a lot as he dispenses his wisdom to the flock. The other Jesus, though, has a British accent, and speaks in a much more mystical manner — in fact, the general tone of all the scenes with “British Jesus” tend to be more mystical in tone than those with “American Jesus”. I’ve also noticed that the “British Jesus” scenes always featured very beautiful and meditative music. I tried doing some Google searching to identify this production, in hopes that maybe there was a music CD out there, but no dice. (Yeah, I could have asked the Pastor directly — but if God wanted us talking to Pastors, he wouldn’t have invented Google.)

Flash forward to about six weeks ago, when I’m channel-flipping at home on a Wednesday night. I flip by that night’s episode of “LOST”, a show which I don’t watch, but my eyes were caught. There was an actor standing on the beach who looked a lot like “British Jesus” from church. (My daughter was already in bed, fortunately, thus sparing her my disconcerting yelp of “Holy Shit, there’s Jesus!”) Anyway, I watched that episode long enough to hear this guy speak, and he sure sounded like “British Jesus”. So it was off to IMDb, where I dug into the “LOST” page and found an actor named Henry Ian Cusick, whose little headshot looked Jesus-like. Following the link to Cusick’s IMDb page, I saw that he did play Jesus in “The Gospel of John”. And a little further investigation turned up a CD on Varese of the film’s haunting score by Jeff Danna.

Interestingly, the score makes extensive use of instruments existing at the time of Jesus, along with Aramaic texts. It’s interesting to compare the work of Danna to that of a Miklos Rosza, since both took great pains to extensively research their scores for films set in Biblical times, with greatly differing results.

It’s a genuinely moving score, a gem I’m very happy to have uncovered.

For what it’s worth, the American Jesus is an actor named Bruce Marchiano, who played Jesus in a Visual Bible edition of the Book of Matthew. So upon further review, it turns out that we don’t watch video clips from Mark or Luke, I guess.

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Sentential Links #77

Here we go. Click away!

:: The people of Japan have an interesting mental relationship with the battleship Yamato. (Scroll down to first of two entries dated 12-3, since SDB doesn’t do permalinks anymore. [WHY, DAMN YOU, WHY???] Anyhow, I’d point out that the tradition of ill-fated fictional incarnations of the Yamato includes Star Trek, in which the sister ship of the NCC-1701D (the Galaxy-class Enterprise of TNG) is also named Yamato, and which is as ill-fated as the real-life Japanese battleship.)

:: It’s college. I don’t need an ‘undisputed champion’. Do you? (No, I don’t. In fact, I rather liked the old system, when you could have different teams finish #1 in two polls! It gave something to talk about. Besides, how many playoff teams would there be, and how many games would a playoff involve? Do we really want kids that young playing the equivalent of an NFL regular season?)

:: It appears that Spitzer is going to pass his first test as Governor with flying colors. (Coming from a guy who has set his own personal bar pretty high for Spitzer, this is quite a thing.)

:: Fair warning, though: not since Alien³ has the beginning of a sequel so casually ruined the happy ending of its prequel for no perceptible reason. (Technically, this should be reversed, since AlienCubed came out after the item the Tensor is writing about here.)

:: Toppling a regime that was a potential threat to its neighbors and to the USA is an accomplishment if and only if it’s not replaced with a more threatening situation like, say, pervasive chaos.

:: For the past couple of months, I’ve been undergoing total Rocky Horror immersion, culminating over the weekend with the arrival of the 15th Anniversary boxed set. (It’s just a jump to the left! This is a newly-minted group blog, by the way, featuring a bunch of lunatics from Texas. But it’s OK; they’re the good kind of lunatics from Texas. Their tagline is “A nexus of speculative word and thought”. Check it out.)

:: What’s new in the mix is all the Cheetos-stained wretches back home whose “independence” leads them to swallow whole the story offered by government authorities with a proven track record of propagating false information.

And here we thought stenography was a problem with the press corps. It’s got nothing on the right-wing blogosphere. (Amen and all, but do we gotta bash the Cheetos? I love me some Cheetos….)

:: So, Gentle Readers, are you also sick to death of blue television? Do you want fun TeeVee back?

:: Although I have a deep faith that teaches me Joy will be reunited with her parents, siblings, grandson and others as she goes to meet the savior, and I know without question that when my time comes I will see her again, for now I’m left bereft and empty to not have her here to continue to shape and guide my life.

:: Let your heart be a kitchen, making warmth and food. Let your heart be a bed, making safety and rest. Let your heart be a cradle, an embrace, and this planet will be a home for us all, a vessel of life gleaming in the starry darkness of eternal sky.

All for this week. Thanks for some great writing out there, Blogistan!

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Still hatin’ on the Barbies

Spoilers for last night’s The Amazing Race:

Yippee, the Barbies are gone! That makes me happy. I couldn’t stand them, as I indicated last week. Their fate was sealed in that they didn’t come in first after being “marked for elimination” last week, and what a good thing. God, they were irritating.

A commenter on that post mentioned that the Barbies were fairly positive, which I can’t deny; they never did seem to fight one another at all. (Of course, how much of that is due to editing and picking of footage is something to wonder.) What bothered me about the Barbies was that they exhibited utterly no sense of direction at all; their general approach was to bat their beautiful blue eyes and blond locks wherever the Race took them, in order to get some local guy (always a guy) to hop in their car and personally guide them to wherever they were going, while everyone else had to make do with directions given in unfamiliar languages. At every juncture when the Barbies were alone and had to find their own way, they were always at sea (at one point, they were literally at sea).

I also hated their constant mispronunciation of the fairly famous locales they visited, and the way they just seemed to have no sense of wonder for it all. They’ve just traveled the world, and seen things that I will almost certainly never get to see, and yet they were so focused on the Race itself that the Race might as well have been a Race through Greater Cleveland.

As for the remaining teams, I’m rooting for either Alabama (the two single moms) or the two guys (whose names I can’t remember for the life of me). The remaining couple is supremely irritating.

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Scarlett, you ignorant slut!

Jason Bennion reports on Premiere Magazine’s list of the twenty most overrated movies. Here’s the list, with the ones I’ve seen in bold, with comment following those films:

20. American Beauty

19. Chicago

I don’t have a feel for how highly this film is “rated”, so I can’t honestly say whether I think it’s “overrated” or “underrated”. I found it entertaining and stylish, with a lot of clever wordplay in the songs. It’s kind of depressing that these days, a musical can only be made by positing the numbers as fantasy sequences in themselves (since apparently audiences can no longer be trusted to accept that the entire film is a fantasy wherein people start singing to full orchestral accompaniment) and by shooting the numbers in a way in which editing almost masks the performers’ inability to dance.

18. Clerks

Haven’t seen it in years, but I keep intending to. I loved it when I rented it almost a decade ago (although The Wife, if memory serves, didn’t like it so well). I’m a big geek at heart, so I’m probably squarely in Kevin Smith’s audience. (In fact, this is the only Kevin Smith film I’ve seen! I have work to do.)

17. Fantasia

Huh. I love this movie (even though the Beethoven Pastoral Symphony sequence drags quite a bit), and I wish the original concept — give the animators a piece of music and let ’em go to town — had caught on better. The follow-up film from a few years ago also has some really good stuff in it, although it includes a depressing amount of comedy in between the numbers. I’d love to see a Hayao Miyazaki version of Fantasia.

And yes, the movie is even better when you’re drunk. (And toward the end of the Bach Toccata and Fugue sequence, why is there a walking tooth in the middle of all the abstract stuff???)

16. Field of Dreams

Overrated, my ass. Next.

(I’ve actually visited the Dyersville, IA location where the film was made. Sadly, no old ballplayers emerged from the cornfield.)

15. Chariots of Fire

I haven’t seen Chariots since I was a kid, so I have no real read on whether it’s overrated or not. But I remember being highly impressed with it, especially since it came out when I was entranced with fare like Raiders of the Lost Ark.

14. Good Will Hunting

Again, how highly rated is this film to begin with? I liked it. Good script. Not a great film, but undeserving of any backlash, in my opinion.

13. Forrest Gump

Dammit. I always feel like I should hate this movie, but I never can! Every time I watch the damn thing it sucks me in. That either means that something’s wrong with me, or that it’s actually a good movie and I’m resisting the siren call of the backlash. (I firmly believe that only Titanic has ever suffered a greater backlash than Gump.) I just find the film a lovely fable, but I can never quite figure out what its message is supposed to be. And maybe that’s it: there is no message. You just do the best you can with what you’ve got.

(By the way, the “Life is a box of chocolates” thing was parodied wonderfully in the X-Files episode “Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man”, when the CSM sits on a bench beside a homeless person and opines thusly:

“Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there’s a peanut butter cup or an english toffee but they’re gone too fast and taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits of hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. If you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.”

I don’t think William B. Davis ever got the credit he deserved for his portrayal of the CSM.)

12. Jules and Jim
11. A Beautiful Mind
10. Monster’s Ball
9. Moonstruck
8. Mystic River
7. Nashville
6. The Wizard of Oz

You know, I used to think that this movie was overrated as hell, but I’ve changed my mind. I went to see it in a theater with The Wife some years ago when a restored print was issued, and the thing is friggin’ magical. And there’s some stuff in there that’s downright iconic. Sure, the last scene is overly maudlin, and I’ve also wondered what happens immediately after — do they still have to give up Toto?)

5. An American in Paris

OK. This movie is absolutely overrated. Sure, the songs are pure gold — they’re Gershwin. But Leslie Caron has never done it for me; her dancing is mechanical and icy, which is the last thing you want for a Gene Kelly dance partner. The movie’s overlong, and its romantic story is lacking in chemistry. I’ve never cared for this film.

4. Easy Rider
3. The Red Shoes
2. 2001: A Space Odyssey

I dunno. I’ve always loved this film. I don’t try to delve overly deep into its story or philosophical import; I find it works well both as an epic and in its central section as a mystery and horror film.

1. Gone with the Wind

Ugh. I’ve never seen the fuss here. I’ve never understood why it takes more than three hours of screentime, and however many years of story-time, for someone to tell Scarlett what to go do with herself. As for all the historical wartime stuff, I always found it hard to care, because I’ve never bought into the myth of the South as some kind of noble, wonderful place. (In disliking Gone With the Wind, I turn out to be in pretty good company — Terry Teachout doesn’t much like it either.)

Jason also suggests some additions of his own to the list, which I was about to do when I realized I’d made several such suggestions a long while ago). Specifically, though, I think that The Usual Suspects, Scream, Saving Private Ryan, Dead Poets Society, the Alien movies (well, the first two, since everyone thinks the last two are crap), Se7en, and Highlander are all crud.

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Headlines

Having returned from church a short while ago, I’m reminded of something from early last week. I was at work and I went on break to check my e-mail, and when I used the AOL webmail interface, I noted a couple of news headlines before I proceeded to sign on. One headline read: “Pastor Angers Some Christians: Invites key Democrat to speak at church”.

I didn’t bother reading the story, but that headline stuck in my craw a bit, because it seems to me that the phrasing thereof simply reinforces the notion that somehow Democrats can’t be Christians, or that Christianity is mainly a Republican thing, or whatever. I hate that the word “Christian” is almost always used these days to refer to a particular brand of Christianity that is in no way representative of the whole, i.e., as a shorthand word for “anti-gay, anti-science, Republican”.

The headline should have read “Pastor Angers Some Republicans”. But I guess that wouldn’t have been easy news.

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