That guy dancing in the street — isn’t that Marlin Fitzwater, former White House Press Secretary?

Congratulations to the Florida Marlins on winning the World Series. For the second year in a row, the team I was rooting for was defeated by a team I don’t mind seeing win. You know the baseball gods are smiling upon you when your starting pitcher not only nails down the series with a complete-game shutout, but makes the final put-out himself when he fields a slow grounder up the first baseline.

Something that confuses me slightly about the outcome this year is how it reflects baseball’s economics. I’ve long believed that baseball desperately needs to institute some real form of revenue sharing and probably a salary cap system, similar to the one the NFL has in place, which would level the playing field for the small-market teams like my own Pirates. But, the Marlins’ title, as well as the recent competitive teams fielded by Oakland, Minnesota, Kansas City, and so on seem to demonstrate that small-market teams can compete. What they can’t do is field a juggernaut like the Yankees or Braves; but they can make up for that with good scouting, competent player development, and proper management of the farm system. That’s why the Marlins have been able to bounce back from losing something like 105 games in 1998 (one year after their first title and the fire-sale that they held the day after they won it), and that’s why my Pirates are now entering their third rebuilding phase since 1992 (their last postseason appearance), even though they haven’t had a winning season since that same 1992 season. I still think that baseball needs to get better revenue sharing in place, but this pretty much proves that bad franchises can’t blame it all on economics.

I wonder if Cubs fans watched the Yankees’ lackluster play in this Series and are now thinking, “My God, our boys coulda taken these guys….”

Finally, two small complaints to the FOX television people: when a team records the final out in a World Series victory, show the entire pile-up of celebrating players on the mound, will you? Last night’s coverage cut to the glum faces on the Yankees’ bench way too soon. I know, you have to show them, but let the celebration be seen first. Then you can show the losing team wondering what might have been. And the other complaint is more general about TV sports: does every large sporting event have to serve double duty as a promotion for that network’s TV shows? I mean, I love That 70s Show, but do I really gotta see the cast shivering in the Yankee Stadium stands? Yeesh.

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O for a thousand eyes, that I might roll them at once….

That can mean only one thing: another gathering of those weirdos on AICN for a roundtable discussion of Star Wars and everything that is wrong with the Universe! Yep, you can read parts one and two today, with a promise of a third installment in another day or two.

Actually, it isn’t nearly as bad this time as in previous installments (which set me to a lot of mouth-foaming, here, here and here). A big reason, I think, is that some guy named Carl Cunningham, who is apparently a fairly prominent Star Wars fan on the Net, is participating, and he seems to be both articulate and a guy who hasn’t sipped the “George Lucas is a money-grubbing hack who has totally lost it” Kool-Aid. So, a lot of the discussion this time actually revolves around fannish speculation on the plot of Episode III: just when Anakin turns, how it might tie in with the other Episodes, et cetera. Not too bad, although some of the mental gymnastics the group performs get a bit weird — especially in Part Two, when they start in on when the Original Trilogy will show up on DVD and what kind of filmmaker George Lucas really is and whatnot.

Moriarty’s insistence on proceeding from the default assumption that every rumor is true until it is directly contradicted gets a bit annoying, but hey, at least no one mentions Greedo shooting first. Particularly refreshing is the afore-mentioned Carl guy, who immediately responds to the first whiff of “Lucas is out for our money” with something I’ve long maintained: If all he wanted was the fans’ money, he’d have crappy DVDs of the Original Trilogy in stores already. And a bit later on, when someone mentions some interview that Gary Kurtz once gave, this Carl fellow actually points out that maybe, just maybe, Gary Kurtz (the producer of A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back) doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Huzzah. (Kurtz’s name is often invoked by fans who hate the Prequels as the real reason the first two films in the Original Trilogy are so good, as part of the “They’re good in spite of George Lucas” argument that I reject completely.)

So, it’s not as bad as the previous incarnations of the AICN Jedi Council. (I expect that the TalkBacks will, in due course, get flooded with all the annoying idiots who hate Star Wars because it’s not The Matrix.)

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Digital Distribution in Art (a repost)

(I don’t normally do reposts — in fact, this might be my first repost ever — but the topic has come up lately, and rather than just rehash it all I can just repost. I wrote this back on February 9, 2003.)

I’ve been thinking a bit about the “digital distribution revolution” that is unfolding in the music world, and is beginning to bud in the film world — the uploading and downloading of songs on P2P networks, the various copyright issues, and such. While I grant that the industry attempts to stuff the genie back into the bottle are equal parts laughable, draconian and dumb, I also have to admit a certain suspicion of the motives of many who are allied against the RIAA and MPAA. For all the high-sounding rhetoric about “freeing Mickey” (with which I generally agree; copyright was surely never intended to last for periods measured in decades) and “progress” and “the evil record companies” (with which, again, there really can be no dispute, since the RIAA’s typical view of talent is not-that-distinguishable from indentured servitude), it seems to me that the bedrock motive always comes back to money. The RIAA does not want its golden goose killed, and the file-swappers are under the impression that a fabulous new day is dawning when paying for music and movies and whatever else is a thing of the past. “Information wants to be free” has always struck me as a ludicrous idea, especially since the conduct and quick anger of those who insist such never fails to convey the actual message of “I want my information to be free”.

Some other thoughts, largely unrefined, have been stirring about in my brain for a bit, so I’ll just throw some things at the wall. If anyone has answers or thoughts of their own, feel free to comment.

:: The means of distribution affects art in many ways. For instance, every article I read about filesharing and its related issues discusses the shared content in terms of songs. I see this in the Apple tagline, “Rip. Mix. Burn.” I see this every month in WIRED, when some celebrity or important person is asked to list their current playlist, and it’s always a selection of ten or twelve completely different songs. When WIRED recently compared a group of music-download sites, they used a single song as the test case. My point? While I do often speak of individual songs, I’ve always preferred to think of the song as something atomic, with the larger work — the album — as the actual work of art. I may be one of a minority in this regard — I haven’t done any research here — but I wonder if something isn’t being lost when our attention turns from albums to individual songs. I worry that the idea of a great album — say, Brothers In Arms or Led Zeppelin IV or The Wall or Frank Sinatra Sings for Only the Lonely — may die out as our focus shifts to finding those songs that we like.

A great album isn’t merely a collection of songs. A great album has an entire character on its own that is defined by the way its constituent songs work alongside one another; how the mood of one song leads into the mood of the next; the ebb-and-flow of the tempi and style of the songs. What place, then, for an album in a world where the song is the standard of exchange?

:: I’ve thought of getting an MP3 player, once in a while, but I’m not at all certain how much mileage I would get out of it. This is because I tend to listen to entire albums, as noted above; but also for another reason: I just plain like CDs. When I read comments in WIRED that imply that the CD has become uncool and square, I really wonder how on earth this can be. I’ve never found CDs to be anything other than marvelous and wonderful. They are convenient; their sound is frankly better than an MP3; and I actually like things like cover-art and liner notes and whatnot. And I don’t like the idea of my entire musical collection existing as nothing more than ones-and-zeroes on a hard-drive, subject to the various problems that affect hard-drives now and again. I like the physical reality of my CDs. Thumbing through my music collection and finding old gems that I haven’t heard in a long while is always a pleasure; although admittedly I haven’t tried, I can’t quite believe that scrolling through a collection of folders and files on my PC would have the same cachet.

:: If the digital realm is really the future of content — music and books and film and whatever else — then I worry even more about the “digital divide”, where so many people in our society are unable to join the online world, whether because of cost or disability or whatever. The Digital Divide is real, and it is large; and it seems to me that if we’re going to transfer a significant part of our cultural expression to the digital realm, then we’d better make damned sure the Divide is reduced to almost nothing, if not eliminated entirely.

There are many people in this world who cannot afford a computer and whose only opportunity to go online is to use a public terminal at a library, if they can even do that. But a person who might not be able to spend $600 on a computer may still be able to scrape together $30 for a bargain-basement CD player. They need not be shut out of our culture entirely, which is what I fear may happen to an uncomfortably large segment of our society as we become more and more digital.

Digital media are wonderful and have stunning potential. But I’m unconvinced that the infrastructure exists to make our digital world a reality for all people, and if we can’t bring the digital to all people, then I am not prepared to allow those people to fall by the wayside, thus creating a caste of Untouchables — perhaps we would call them “the Unconnected” — who are not only divorced from the Internet, but divorced from our culture itself even as they walk amongst us.

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IMAGE OF THE WEEK





The Concorde, coming in for landing at London’s Heathrow Airport.

The Concorde jet, which travels at supersonic speeds, will cease to do so after tomorrow’s last departure from JFK Airport in New York, and nothing is replacing it, mainly because companies that make and use such planes now believe no such plane can recoup its costs. The era of the Concorde is over.

The picture links to an MSC article by Michael Moran, who wonders: “Have we humans peaked as a species?” He writes:

Slave galleys, paddlewheels, stagecoaches, ocean liners and trans-continental rail service all had their day. Yet in none of those cases did humanity settle for something less when their day had past. In that, Concorde’s retirement may be unique.

In my more cynical moments, I tend to agree with George Carlin in that we were once a promising species, but now we’re basically playing out the string. This isn’t quite what Moran’s getting at here, but I think this way too, more often than I should. I see science fiction authors and aficionadoes turning their back on space travel, at the very most consenting to robotic probes but that’s it. I see us basically throwing up our hands and consenting to being screwed with our pants on, simply because “the market” and “the bottom line” demand it. And so on.

Most of all, though, I think we’ve lost our sense of wonder. That’s a hell of a thing to lose, and I want it back.

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Knowing it when one sees it

Lynn Sislo is ruminating on an eternal question: What is art?

I’ve tossed that one around quite a bit in my life, and often I see the attempts at definition which sooner or later arrive at the altar of opinion, usually in a derisive tone: “Rap music isn’t music.” “Science fiction is fun, but it certainly isn’t literature.” And so on. A lot of times it seems to me that any such definition is basically fence-building, with the definition serving as the fence to keep the undesirable stuff away from the “good stuff”.

In his book Understanding Comics, author Scott McCloud comes up with a really inclusive definition of art: “Art, as I see it, is any human activity that doesn’t grow out of either of our species two basic instincts: survival and reproduction.” Now, this definition strikes me as unsatisfactory, but I’m sympathetic to it because it is inclusive. It’s not a definition designed to set up borders and filters that will insulate us from the bad and allow in only the good. So even if that definition doesn’t quite work — and McCloud later admits it doesn’t, in his follow-up book, Reinventing Comics — I think he’s on a right track.

My personal definition of art is also inclusive: “Art is any activity whose primary purpose is to stimulate the senses in such a way as to provoke an emotional response, a set of emotional responses, or a set of reflections.” Art, to me, depends not just on result but also on intent. And that’s why cooking, in my opinion, is every bit as much an art as is painting, composing, and writing. Cooking requires craft, to be sure, but a lot of times I see commentary on cooking-as-art overly dependent on the idea of craft. (I take “craft” to be “attention to the details inherent in any particular artistic medium”.)

These thoughts are, of course, half-baked and in need of fleshing out; what I’ve done here is stick my flag in the ground and stake my claim. I’ll worry about what I build there later.

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