Just in case anybody’s wondering, this is my current wallpaper on the laptop:
I dearly love Ted Nasmith’s work; I’ve even used it as the art on several hand-made greeting cards.
Just in case anybody’s wondering, this is my current wallpaper on the laptop:
I dearly love Ted Nasmith’s work; I’ve even used it as the art on several hand-made greeting cards.
:: Last night’s Deal or No Deal was a Star Wars themed show, with two contestants who are big Star Wars fans. One was a woman whose hero as a kid was Princess Leia, and she nearly burst into tears when Carrie Fisher turned up. The other contestant was a guy who went to see Star Wars in 1977 with his father, when he was just a kid. What was nice about the show wasn’t just all the fun Star Wars stuff (for the woman, the briefcase toting models were replaced by stormtroopers, while for the guy, the models were there and all were dressed in the famous gold bikini), but that they didn’t make fun of these people for being Star Wars fans. They allowed the two contestants to be what they are: two normal people with jobs and families who happen to love Star Wars. I appreciate that.
:: American Idol‘s theme night tonight is Neil Diamond. That’s pretty cool — I love me some Neil Diamond — but the remaining Idol contestants are my least favorite of any grouping at this point in the show since I’ve been watching it. David Cook’s the best one remaining, but he doesn’t really “Wow” me at all; I think the whole “rocker dude doing brooding arrangements” thing was done better by Chris Daughtry a few years back, and his “Music of the Night” from Phantom of the Opera last week just didn’t impress me. I seem to be alone in this view, but I remember when that show came out, and I remember how every school choir, amateur community chorus, college chorus, all-state or all-county chorus, or vocal ensemble of any kind was doing Phantom, and I remember how “Music of the Night” became so ubiquitous a selection by amateur baritones that the song just started to sound clicheed within a year or two of the show’s debut. That’s what Cook sounded like, to me: he didn’t make me think of Phantom, but of all those kids and amateur adult singers I heard back in the day doing Phantom.
Then there’s David Archuleta, who I suspect will make the final two with David Cook. I can’t imagine why he gets wild praise every week, because there is nothing convincing about him at all. He’s Kevin Covais with a better voice; he’s the male Diana DiGarmo. (GAHHHH!!! This kid’s doing my two favorite Neil Diamond songs, “Sweet Caroline” and “America”! NOOOOOO!!!) I get no sense at all that this kid connects with the songs on any emotional level whatsoever. Maybe in ten years when he’s been drunk a bunch of times and vomited in public places and been dumped by better looking girls than he deserves to date and failed a class or two in school and been bluntly told that he has no future, his singing will be convincing.
(Oh God, he just murdered “Sweet Caroline”. It made me want to throw three bricks through my teevee, in time with the “Bum Bum Bum”s. Ack.)
Syesha has bored me each week, except for last week, when she was awesome singing an Andrew Lloyd Webber tune I don’t know. Maybe she’s this year’s Kimberly Locke, who flew under the radar in Season Two to nearly steal the spotlight from Clay and Ruben.
Brooke? She’s immensely likable, and she’s toast. She should be singing soulful songs in coffee bars somewhere. Oh my God, it just hit me: Brooke is Phoebe Buffay, with a decent voice and without material like “Smelly Cat”!
And the dreadlocked Jason? Meh. Meh, meh, meh. Meh.
It’s weird: the Idol people clearly wanted to avoid the embarrassment of having another Sanjaya on the show, but in succeeding there, they’ve also avoided having another Jordin Sparks or Melinda Doolittle. My favorite singers this year were Michael Johns (gone three weeks ago), and Carly Smithson (gone last week). David Cook is the favorite to win, but I’m not excited at all. He’s the best of a weak bunch. In football terms, he’s the 9-7 team that wins the NFC South.
Sheila waxes poetic on one of my favorite movies, Witness. (Yeah, I didn’t rank it highly enough.) Here’s Sheila:
Let’s look at how delicately things are set up in this film – so much so that you don’t notice them. John Book has recovered (somewhat) from his wound and Samuel Lapp takes him on a tour of the farm. He shows him the well. (“It goes … it makes … it goes …” so cute) He shows him the silo and tells him how it works. He shows him the trap door. All of this will become crucial in the final scenes, as John Book sneaks around, trying to evade the murderers. But what becomes clear, beautifully, in subsequent viewings – is that it is SAMUEL who showed Book the way. It is SAMUEL who, innocently, gave John Book the tools for survival in those crucial end moments. And so the title of the film takes on even more meaning, more depth. WITNESS. “What’s up there?” asks John Book. “Corn,” answers Samuel. Notice the grace and simplicity of how that information is imparted. You might not even notice it. A lesser film would have just had John Book figuring out how the silo worked while he was under the gun (which is how so many thrillers operate – they ARE their plots. That’s it.) … but in Witness we are introduced, via Samuel, to “the way things work”. And he’s excited to show John Book around and to show him the well and also to show him how much he knows. It isn’t until later that we realize what Samuel Lapp has done, in that innocent tour.
She’s absolutely right. The exposition there is handled so well. Problems can often arise with this kind of thing, in movies like this; they’ve got to get that gun onto the mantle in Act One so it can go off in Act Three, but so many times, the filmmakers go overboard, making it blindingly obvious that they’re setting up something for later. This quiet scene between Samuel and Book, where Sam’s just showing Book around the farm, helps us get our bearings, and we never realize that we’re being set up for the climax.
Done wrong, this sort of scene-setting stands out like a sore thumb. A perfect example is in James Cameron’s Aliens, where we have that early scene where the one female Marine is demonstrating the robotic forklift-you-can-wear thing: there’s never one iota of doubt that Ripley will be putting that thing on and using it as a weapon by film’s end. That’s just badly done. Of course, Cameron would later get it right in Titanic, where he knew that he would have to make clear to the audience what exactly was going on at each stage of the ship’s sinking, but he also know that he couldn’t stop the tension of Rose and Jack’s harrowing exploits in the ship’s water-filled lower decks to explain it all, so he gives us the computer simulation of the sinking early in the movie. We never have to stop the action so Jack can tell Rose something like “See, the ship is going down by the head, so the stern’s going to rise up. I just hope the ship’s hull can withstand that pressure, because if it can’t, the ship will break in two!” Likewise, in Witness, we’re spared John Book talking to himself (us), saying things like “This is a silo! I’ll bet there’s corn up there!”
Sheila’s post also gives an appreciation for Harrison Ford’s work in Witness, a performance that Ford has never since come close to equaling. His work in this film is as good an example of character creation as I’ve ever seen. There’s not one moment in the film where Ford in the slightest way echoes something he did as Han Solo or Indiana Jones. His performance is full of tiny little touches, moments it’s so easy to miss, that add up to John Book being a real person, and not just a guy on a screen. I commented over there as follows (fixing my own typos):
Every time I watch this film I get a little more sad that this appears to be the last time Harrison Ford really used his talent to great effect. His performance is full of so many little details. I love how, after Eli interrupts his dancing with Rachel, he heartbreakingly wipes the sweat of his forehead on his shoulder. I love how the first time he’s handed a glass of lemonade (by Rachel) he downs the whole thing in one gulp, but the next time (by Hochleitner) he takes a single small sip and hands it back. I love how at the end, after he’s beaten the bad guys and all the cops are there on the farm, he’s standing there, leaning exhaustedly against a police car, having a much needed cigarette, when we haven’t seen him smoke at all in the whole film to that point.
I think that a good test for people I meet is to see if they give me a knowing smile when I tell them to “Be careful out among them English.”
Of course, I could go on. I love the bashful smile that Rachel gives John Book when they’re in the workshop and Book’s working on fixing the birdhouse he’d earlier driven into. She’s smiled at him politely before, usually with her lips, but this is different; she shows her teeth here in a full smile that’s at once more revealing and yet more shy than she’s been to that point. I think that’s when she first starts realizing her attraction to Book, because of the line that accompanies that smile, a very simple observation on her part: “You know carpentry.” In that moment I think that Book stops being something alien to her, some being almost literally from another world she can never know. I think that’s where it starts. Witness really is full of tiny moments of magic that you don’t even realize are there until you think about them.
On another tangent, a recent thread over at FSM included speculation on the relative lack of eroticism in the scores of John Williams. While only a couple of readers make the obvious point that John Williams really hasn’t scored any movies much at all that would call for an erotic kind of tone, others bring up as an example of a “sexy” score Jerry Goldsmith’s Basic Instinct. Now, that is a terrific thriller score, but I’m not sure how sexy it is. Basic Instinct, for all its kinky subject matter, just isn’t sexy to me. In the whole of that film, with all its nudity and violent sex and infamous shots of Sharon Stone’s privates, there is nothing at all that is nearly as erotic and beautiful and sexy as in Witness when John Book and Rachel Lapp dance in the barn to a golden oldie, with no clothing being removed at all.
(One of my favorite bits of trivia about Witness is that the barn dance was filmed during daylight in the middle of summer. Since it had to be night, the crew basically draped tarps over every entrance to the barn, thus creating the necessary darkness, but also making it really really hot in there; hence the sweating that only highlights the emotion of the moment.)
For me, just about the only flaw in Witness is the film’s score, by Maurice Jarre. It was the mid-80s, and at the time Jarre was into heavy synthesizer use, and this score is just about entirely on synth, if not entirely outright. Some of the atmospheric music early on works nicely, but it’s all mostly long chords that set a tone, and of course, the barn-raising scene is a wonderfully scored sequence. (When watching it, there’s a bit early on where John Book introduces himself to a new group of Amish men he hasn’t met before. The first one whose hand he shakes, the one in the light green shirt? That’s a young Viggo Mortensen, there, fifteen years before he’d take up his role as Aragorn son of Arathorn, King of Gondor.) The score’s “suspense” material is all fairly routine and a bit repetitive; none of the music hurts the film, but I’ve always thought that the film would have been better served with a more strong touch of melody, excepting that great barn raising set piece. (Speaking of which, “Building the Barn” is done brilliantly by full orchestra on the Jarre compilation album The Emotion and the Strength. You can listen to a different recording of that orchestral arrangement here. On a more personal note, this bit of music reminds me strongly of one of my favorite days of my recent years.)
Anyway, you all be careful, out among them English.
Here we go:
:: My point is just that when you’re sitting in your room next to the fireplace with no one but a ball of wax to talk to, being a rationalist is way easier. (New blog to me. Can’t remember how I found it, though.)
:: I hung up feeling cheated and disillusioned. (Don’t recall how I ended up bookmarking this one, either.)
:: Lego Wesley never cries when he drinks.
Lego Wesley is hardcore like that.
:: “I didn’t know this was a clown bar, man. That gives me the creeps.”
:: For Writers Assistant positions you must be very proficient in computers, can type like the wind, and can hold your tongue when you hear morons less talented than you pitch jokes that people on laughing gas wouldn’t chuckle at. For a Production Assistant — have a car. (Can I do this stuff from Buffalo?)
:: Today’s resolution is, “Sit facing the piano.” (Of course, think of the novelty act she’d have if she did it the other way….)
:: Press button on the back for Ejector Head Action! (Guffaw!)
I was just reading a post on some other blog, and I saw the umpteenth assertion that the Star Wars Holiday Special was Godawful dreck, and I got to wondering, “Hmmm…is it possible that it really wasn’t quite that bad? Could it have been kind of good, in a kitschy way?” So it was off to YouTube, and…
Hoo boy. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go lay down in bed and quiver in existential horror.
Stuff of the weird sort:
:: Via SDB comes a great motivational poster.
:: Via Jason comes a great montage of old Saturday morning teevee characters. I can’t name them all, but I can sure look at a lot of them and say, “Hey, I watched that!” But Jason names them all, so check that out. (The montage is done by this guy.)
:: I try not to laugh at people who dress up for SF cons and whatnot, but geez…squash that guy with a Recognizer!
:: The Lord’s Prayer in leet-speak. Via.
All for this week.
Hmmmm…no takers thus far on UI 35, which in a way doesn’t surprise me all that much, since in this game, I have absolute power. Heh!
But anyway, here’s one that I assume will be guessed very quickly. But it’s such a cool view of this location, I had to use it!
Where are we? Rot-13 your guesses!
Sorry about the recent silence, folks, but real life has been hectic of late and not terribly conducive to blogging, for many reasons. This may continue for a few more days, or it may not. With me, you never know. Heh heh heh. Anyhow, here’s a bit of what’s been going on:
:: We, the Family and I, spent a few hours last weekend at Knox Farm State Park in East Aurora. If you’re looking for a great place to have a picnic lunch and then a nice walk with your clan and/or loved ones, this is yet another of the Buffalo area’s great places to do it, and it’s free to get in. I can’t recommend this place highly enough. Add it to the list of great places in this area that you don’t have to pay to get into. I put some photos up on Flickr, but here’s one that The Daughter took of The Wife and I. My hair’s all messed up there, but note that I’m not wearing overalls. It was pretty hot that day.
:: I’ve been going through the archives of xkcd, one comic at a time, and bookmarking all of the ones that I particularly enjoy in a special folder. Why? Because xkcd rocks, that’s why.
I’m especially tickled that I get the joke on this one:

Hee hee!
:: I’m slowly converting Casa Jaquandor into a home completely illuminated by compact fluorescent light bulbs. I bought my first CFL bulb way back in 1992, for my main lamp in my college room, and I remember that one being fairly harsh in tone, but they’ve improved immensely since then, and aside from the waiting for them to warm up to full brightness, I don’t miss the incandescents one bit (except for the two lamps we have that can’t be converted, due to the types of bulbs they require). And really, that wait for full brightness can be a nice thing, actually; a good example thereof is when one uses the bathroom in the middle of the night. At that point it’s nice that one can turn on the lights without becoming blinded.
:: Jesse L. Martin’s off Law and Order. I don’t really care about L&O, but I like Martin a lot. For me, his most memorable turn is in the X-Files episode “The Unnatural”, where he plays a baseball player in 1947 who turns out to be an alien. I tried finding my favorite clip from that episode on YouTube, but no luck. (It’s a nice dialogue scene that takes place on the team bus, and ends with Martin’s character, Exley, singing a spiritual with some of his teammates. I love that episode.)
:: Does anybody know of any online musical notation applications? I just want to plunk down some notes on a stave and save the results.
:: Mary Kunz Goldman, classical music critic for The Buffalo News, has a blog. I’m not the biggest fan of hers; her writing style is, shall we say, a tad mockable — but hey, it’s a new voice in the Buffalo Prefecture of Blogistan, and I’ve always found MKG at her best when she’s writing about classical music.
:: Shakespeare’s birthday was the other day. In a couple of hundred years, this will be a major holiday in the Klingon Empire.
:: Hey! Wanna see a hilarious photo? Here you go. Whoopsies!
:: In a boring note from mundane existence that nobody will care about, I have now decided that I like cottage cheese. Yes, this was a lame attempt to pad out an already boring post, so I’ll leave off there. Posting will probably be light for another few days, but you never know.
Linking the linkable, lest they go unlinked (more politics than usual this week):
:: America almost seems like it’s finally had enough of the non-celebrities being taken seriously in some way (the entire media is like a giant, uncontained Gong Show these days). I find it funny that Heather Mills has finally figured out that the British hate her and plans to follow some sort of obscure famous-for-being-famous career in America. (Adult content advisory. Do not click if you’re under sixteen, easily offended, or Dutch. You have been warned.)
:: I don’t wear a flag pin on my lapel. Never have. And while I won’t rule out the possibility of doing so in the future, I probably won’t. And, yes, this is because I hate my country. But not as much as Jeremiah Wright hates it. (That’s the entire post, actually. But I agree with the sentiment: kvetching over Obama’s lack of a lapel pin is just about the stupidest thing I can imagine.)
:: You really have to wonder what is wrong with these people that their rage richters are constantly cranked up to 11. These are the kind of people you read about whose crushed lifeless bodies are found underneath capsized vending machines all because they went DefCon 1 when their Zagnut refused to fall. (Michelle Malkin: complete raving lunatic. Isn’t there some twelve year old kid she can stalk or something?)
:: It’s been three years. I didn’t know I stung that much.
:: Look out change – Ready or not, here I come! (Best of luck on the interview and the decision-making!)
All for this week.
Not a whole lot this week, but here’s some stuff:
:: Something I never thought about: Pac-man’s need, given all that dot-consumption, to void his bowels.
:: Why I Avoid Objectivists If At All Possible, entry #47382: I wandered onto the FilmScoreMonthly message boards, as I do once a while, just to see if there’s any nifty film music news in the offing, and against my better judgment, I checked a thread devoted to the question of who might score the upcoming movie of Atlas Shrugged. Sure enough, the incredibly creepy fellow (initials ‘DH’) with whom I used to cross swords when I used to post there, is holding forth in grand fashion. He’s apparently planning to tell John Williams personally that he hates his approach to film scoring (an act which, given Williams’s years of success and reported high level of graciousness as a person, will likely be forgotten by Williams within minutes of its occurrence), and some, well, self-massage of the ego. A representative quote:
Objectivism inevitably separates the men from the boys, so to speak. I’d rather just speed up the process. Fact is, my no-nonsense–yet completely fair–attitude, along with the wisdom I’m able to wield, will draw most people [i.e., honest people] to Objectivism all the more. To those it repels, I say this: leave that copy of Atlas Shrugged on the shelf; somebody else deserves it, and you don’t.
That’s what talking to Objectivists tends to be like, in my experience, folks.
:: China’s reputation, as far as respecting intellectual property, isn’t very good. Here’s the latest example of it. Wow. (Via Warren Ellis.)