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Matthew Yglesias makes a very useful point for liberals and Democrats who want to argue against the Bush tax-cut plan: state the opposition in a way that people are more likely to understand. Few people really have any idea of just who falls into the “Top One Percent”, so what Democrats need to do is stop saying “Top One Percent”, and instead actually cite the salary figure that people need to be above if they want to be in Bush’s privileged percentile. That number? $374,000 per year.

Looking at that number, I suddenly find it spectacularly unlikely that I will ever be in the Top One Percent, and what’s more, I certainly don’t know anyone who’s even close, either.

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The media critic on CBS Sunday Morning — whose name I can never remember, despite the fact that he’s been doing the reviews on that show for years and I’ve watched them for as long as he’s been doing them — reviewed The Matrix Reloaded this morning. He described the movie as one of “the most pretentious” action films he’s ever seen. That doesn’t bode well, and it seems to reflect some other reviews I’ve read. Virtually all of them agree that the film spends a great deal of time in talk-mode, with Laurence Fishburne spouting a lot more of the prophetic, mystical stuff from the first movie.

I’m one who didn’t find the original Matrix all that interesting from the philosophical standpoint. The ideas expressed in its running time are pretty much covered in any standard, college-level introductory philosophy class, and all the Christ-like imagery got a bit heavy-handed. And I don’t think the film improves on repeat viewings, once the “Wow”-factor falls off. So, if I’m the one person in the universe who thinks that of the big SF films to come out in 1999, that The Phantom Menace is the superior film, well, I’ll just suffer in my loneliness.

I plan on seeing Reloaded, but it’s not terribly high on my list of priorities. I’m much more jazzed about seeing X2 tomorrow.

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Isn’t that the loveliest looking cup of coffee you’ve ever seen? It sure makes this mug of Eight O’Clock Hazelnut Coffee that I’m drinking right now look kind of lame. Check out this article on Seattle’s most exacting coffee master, the guy with the highest standards in a city that views coffee the way Buffalo views chicken wings.

I own a Krups espresso machine, but I don’t use it that often because I misplaced the instructions in a move some years back, and I’m not entirely sure now of how to get the best results. Am I supposed to tamp the grounds into the filter basket, or do I level them loosely? Do I brew the espresso right into the demitasse cups, or do I brew it into the glass carafe and then pour it into the cups? Why is it that I never get that beautiful foam on top of my espresso?

I do grind my own beans, which is something, I guess. No “Taster’s Choice” for me. I like to think that if Sam Jackson and John Travolta ever drop by, looking to dispose of some poor slob they’ve accidentally shot in the face, they’d be impressed with my coffee; but reading about this Seattle fellow, I’m not so sure.

(BTW: The linked article was written by Jon Bonne, who also wrote the articles I linked a few weeks back about the privately-developed space ship. This guy is getting paid to write articles about things that interest me, and they’re generally fascinating articles, too. Therefore, I both admire him and want to kill him.)

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I haven’t begun my month of reading nothing but short fiction yet, because I’m trying to finish a novel for review at Green Man Review, and the book is very slow going, because I’m just not liking it. If it was a book I’d bought myself, or checked out of the library, it would be back on the shelf and forgotten already; but since I’m committed to reviewing it, I have to finish it.

I’m hoping to finish the damn thing this weekend.

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Film Music excursions, part the third: Program Music, one.

The classic Disney film Fantasia opens with a bit of narration by musicologist Deems Taylor, as the members of the Philadelphia Orchestra take their place in the studio. Taylor spends a moment or two describing what is to come in the film, and this in turn involves the distinction between “absolute” music and “program” music. The distinction is simply this: program music is music that tells a definite story, while absolute music does not. Absolute music is abstract music, depicting nothing but a series of musical relationships much as the shapes and colors in an abstract painting depict nothing specific.

This seems, at first, a perfectly sensible distinction. But I had an experience in, of all places, a grade school music class that suggests otherwise.

This was that standard class we all knew and hated, when we’d all get handed a bunch of song-books, the teacher would play the piano and teach us the songs, and we’d sit there either half-heartedly singing or, more likely, just “lipping” along, hoping she wouldn’t notice. (She always did, the crafty old bat….) Or sometimes she’d lecture us on some classical composer and play some music on the stereo and we’d once again sit like bumps, listening along. (I’m not sure why we ever had these classes in the first place. It always seemed to me that a better approach to music education would be to require every student to either learn an instrument for band or orchestra, or failing that, participate in the choir. But I digress.)

Anyway, one time Mrs. Herkishimer (not her real name; I don’t remember it) wanted to demonstrate the evocative power of music or something like that. When we got into class and took our assigned seats, she proceeded to hand out to each student one sheet of white paper and a few crayons. Our mission, she then informed us, was to listen to the piece of music she was about to play on the stereo and draw what we imagined the music to be depicting. Soon we’re all drawin’ away while the air is filled with the strains of some orchestral masterpiece, and when it was done she asked us all what we drew. Since the music was pretty dramatic, some of us drew space battles; others drew forest scenes with big animals; some drew towering mountains, et cetera. No one, to my recollection, drew a ship plying the waters of a great and unknown sea, even though the piece turned out to be the first movement of Rimsky-Korsakov’s program music masterpiece, Scheherazade. That movement is titled “The Sea and Sinbad’s Ship”.

Since that day I’ve doubted very much that music ever, truly, expresses any concrete image. When we encounter a piece of music that bears a descriptive title, I suspect that in every case this is because the composer had that image in mind before he or she began the composing. Thus the music does not so much depict the image as it depicts what the composer had in mind, musically, when considering that image. The two are not the same thing.

This was borne out years later when I read Leonard Bernstein’s invaluable book The Joy of Music, in which there is a chapter — in the form of a dialogue — where Bernstein questions the very notion of “descriptive” music when a friend of his describes some hills as “pure Beethoven”. The whole idea of Beethoven’s music evoking physical scenery strikes Bernstein as almost alien. He later brings up an Etude by Chopin, and posits that while Chopin is saying something in this music, it must be something that Chopin had felt could only be expressed in music, or else he would have used words to say it in the first place.

So I ultimately suspect that the connection between music and imagery is much weaker than many believe. What are the implications, then, for listeners of music, and for film music in particular? Stay tuned.

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Last night’s episode of ER was exemplary — the kind of riveting episode that used to be so common in the show’s early seasons, with just the right balance of medical thrills to personal-life stuff. The gimmick last night was that the show tracked the day shift and the night shift on the same day, alternating between the two and focusing on Dr. Carter (day) and Dr. Pratt (night). In many ways their shifts mirrored each other, and during one bravura sequence Carter worked to save a patient from an accidental drowning, and Dr. Pratt — twelve hours later — worked to discover whether this same patient had suffered brain damage. This sequence culminated in Dr. Carter telling the girl’s father that she very well might not live, and if she lived she very well might not fully recover — intercut with Dr. Pratt telling the same guy that his daughter had survived and was going to be fine.

The whole episode was masterful, and I love the fact that even after two hundred episodes, ER can still bring it. And that wasn’t even the season finale.

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My efforts to cajole, intimidate, and ultimately bludgeon someone else into Blogistan have proven successful. This time it’s Aaron, a guy I’ve known for — damn! — fourteen years. I’m pretty sure his hair has always been longer than mine, but that might not be the case right now.

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IMAGES OF THE WEEK





Three images of the planet Mercury, in transit across the face of the Sun.

A “transit”, in astronomical terms, is when one object crosses in front of another. The most famous examples of transits are the eclipses, when the Moon transits with the Sun. Planetary transits are more rare, given the extra considerations of orbital positioning of the planets with respect to the Sun, their positions in the plane of the ecliptic, and so forth. But recently Mercury had a transit, and these images were captured during the rare event. In the second image, Mercury is the circled dot; that other dot is actually a sunspot.

BONUS IMAGE OF THE WEEK

I found the link for the main IOTW on Warren Ellis‘s blog yesterday. And I also found this little item of weirdness, which I just had to reproduce:

For just sheer oddity, you can’t beat Warren Ellis.

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Terminus recently completed his exhaustive survey of the James Bond films (while my own such survey can be perused under “Notable Dispatches”, in the sidebar). Now he’s planning another exhaustive survey: the films of Oliver Stone. I’m greatly looking forward to this. I’ve somewhat lost sight of Stone’s work in recent years, but I think he’s been unfairly pigeonholed as the “whacko conspiracy director” and generally underappreciated as a great filmmaker. I haven’t seen all of his films, but I can’t name a clunker of those that I have seen, and JFK and Nixon are two of my absolute favorite films of all time.

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I speculated a while back (it might not even have been in this space, but on someone else’s comments) that the rise of annoying reality TV shows might have a side-effect of shaking out the writers on the scripted shows, kind of like the theory that contracting Major League Baseball by a couple of teams would actually benefit the game by shrinking the talent pool and pushing some guys who are in the Majors right now back to the minors, where they really should be. Now I’m wondering if that’s not actually happening, because it seems to me that my favorite scripted shows — ER, 24, The West Wing, even NYPDBlue — are especially strong right now. Yeah, it’s just anecdotal evidence based on my own tastes, but still — the scripted stuff that I’m watching is really good, and I keep hearing great things about the scripted stuff that I’m not watching.

Which goes to show that writers are the most important souls in the Universe.

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