Sentential Links

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:: It has been easy for a lot of people (mostly non-drummers) to take Ringo’s gifts for granted through the years because he was pretty happy to sit back there on his riser (no one had ever done that before), contributing his steady, reliable backbeat. He has always been the most overlooked Beatle. A lot of people have described him as a “meat and potatoes” drummer, but I beg to differ. (Me too. There are some moments in “A Day in the Life” when Ringo fills in a silence with something interesting on the drums — something interesting that lasts all of a second and a half. But that’s what drummers do. They’re the ultimate in music’s temporal, ‘in the moment and now the moment’s over’ nature.)

:: I guess he figured that if I knew who Ryan was I knew everything I needed to know and if I didn’t know who Ryan was then I also knew all I needed to know or at least all it was my business to know. (My parents once told me a story about a time they were driving out west, as they used to do every summer, and stay in campgrounds. They would stay up late, sitting by a fire, and sipping beer. Well, at one campground, apparently a bunch of bikers pulled into the campsite next to theirs, and one of them, a big burly lad all in leather, came over to ask: “Are you folks gonna stay up late and make a lot of noise? ‘Cause we’re really tired and we got a long way to ride tomorrow.” I love that.)

:: It might be different in other cities but you know, Buffalo is in Western New York. It, really as far as the layout, the landscape and the area was kind of like the South, in New York. It’s not anything like the city. It’s real laid back in the country, but the people are horrible. As far as getting in trouble in Buffalo or socially, there’s nothing to do. (That’s a quote from former Buffalo Bills receiver Josh Reed, who decided to leave town as a free agent a few years ago and seek his fortune elsewhere, after two contracts here with the Bills. He was drafted in the second round way back in 2002, which means that in his time here he never played for a single playoff team, and in all honesty, despite some flashes here and there, Reed never rose much above the level of ‘guy who’s nice to have on your team but he’ll never make the big clutch play for you’. Now, over the last bunch of years we’ve seen a lot of such players leave the team and badmouth the city afterwards — Rob Johnson, Willis McGahee, now Reed — and hey, if you didn’t like it here, fine. But then, you didn’t really contribute much to a team that wasn’t very good, so what do you expect? It’s telling that none of Reed’s attempts to catch on someplace else have succeeded; he signed with the Chargers after his last season here but was cut in training camp.

What also interests me is when these young athletes complain that their particular brand of fun isn’t to be found in Buffalo. That’s entirely possible, as this is neither a particularly big city nor a particularly rich one. But here’s the thing: these guys make a ton of money. If it bothers them that the kind of club they like to hang out in doesn’t exist here, well — real estate’s cheap in Buffalo and these guys are getting paid a ton of money. Why not open your own place and create the kind of scene you wish existed here? Why the sense of entitlement? I don’t get this. Anyway, enjoy your post-NFL days, Josh. Oddly, while you were never a great player, I never disliked you…until now.)

:: My life is now one where campfire stories are becoming another word for Tuesday – to which I mean adventures are the new normal.

:: I’ve used it before on several novels, notably ones where the plot got so gnarly and tangled up that I badly needed a tool for refactoring plot strands, but the novel I’ve finished, “Neptune’s Brood”, is the first one that was written from start to finish in Scrivener, because I have a long-standing prejudice against entrusting all my data to a proprietary application, however good it might be. That Scrivener was good enough to drag me reluctantly in is probably newsworthy in and of itself. (I read this post all the way through, and I barely understood it. I’m generally fascinated by matters of writerly process, but now I’m wondering if I’m doing it wrong now, by just writing my books in OpenOffice.)

:: Apparently some people read “getting a PhD in English” as “getting a PhD in creative writing.” I find this hilarious because it demonstrates a profound ignorance of what studying English entails.

:: Le Guin’s argument appears to be that all human societies are prone to dysfunction and corruption, no matter how well-meaning people are. (I read this book when I was in seventh grade. I did not understand it, and I definitely should read it again. I’ve heard it cited a lot as an SF classic in the years since I read it. Come to that, I’ve read a pathetically small amount of Ursula Le Guin.)

:: When you consider the amount of time spent making this film and the amount of people who were involved in it, it is really quite baffling. Someone had to write the script (namely Akiva Goldsman). That script undoubtedly had to be approved by the higher ups at Warner Bros. Then actors had to be cast, costumes and sets had to be designed, an entire production crew assembled and at no point did anyone stop and say, “Are we really making this movie? This movie?”

More next week!

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Sunday Burst of Weird and Awesome!

Oddities and Awesome abound!

:: One thing that gets made fun of a lot about Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith is the long, anguished cry of “Nooooooooo!” that Darth Vader gives when he learns that after all his Dark Side stuff, Padme is dead. This seems to me a great pity, because after all, people giving long, anguished cries of “Nooooooooo!” is a long and proud tradition from the movies.

:: Overquoted movies. I agree on some of these — the insatiable need some folks feel to endlessly recite the same couple of quotes from Monty Python and the Holy Grail at the Renaissance Faire is a longtime source of irritation of mine, but generally…I like it when people quote movies. I do try to go for more obscure quotes, though — when quoting The Princess Bride, for example, it’s fun to list a long list of things I have to do, and then wrap it up with, “I have a wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it. I’m swamped.” Or, when someone questions whether I can do something, to grin and say, “Ahh, but I am not left-handed!”

All for this week!

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Film Quote Friday

Well, I’ve already been a day late a couple of times, and last week, I missed this series completely. Par for the course with regular features here!

Anyhow….

I love this silly, raunchy, hilarious ode to how a few men in a rustbelt city will scheme to make a few bucks. The rustbelt town is Sheffield, England, and our heroes are out of work steelmill employees, who concoct an odd plan, led by Gaz (Robert Carlyle), to put on a strip-tease show for pay. Of course, these guys aren’t the best looking examples of the male species, so Gaz decides to go one better: he promises that his group of strippers will do “the full monty” — meaning, they’ll go all the way. Complete nudity.

What always gets me about this movie is its sheer warmth. Everybody in it is really likable, everybody in it has problems that seem real, and it just doesn’t seem that outlandish for these guys to pull this scheme together. Even at the end, during the final strip dance, the guys are making eyes to the ladies and laughing while they do it. They’re in on the joke, and they’re fine with it. Because they’re going all the way, see…the full monty.

Anyway, the movie’s first big laugh for me comes when Gaz and his chubby friend Dave are out jogging, and they come upon a motorist whose car won’t start. The motorist sits in the car morosely as Dave diagnoses the problem and gets the car running again and cheerfully jogs away, only belatedly realizing that this sad sack motorist has a hose running from his tailpipe to the inside of his car. Dave runs back and drags him out of the exhaust-filled car, saving his life — and when the guy complains, Dave grabs him and stuffs him back in the car, until the guy relents. Then comes this delightfully absurd scene where Gaz, Dave, and Lomper (our suicidal friend) are comparing notes about ways to off oneself.

EXTERIOR: Hillside.

GAZ and LOMPER sit in the grass; DAVE is lying on his back looking at the clouds. An air of failure hangs over LOMPER at his failure to end it all.

DAVE: You could shoot yourself.

GAZ: Where’s he gonna find a gun from around here? You might wanna find yourself a big bridge here, then.

DAVE: Yeah…like one of them bungee jumps, only without the bungee bit.

LOMPER: I can’t stand heights, me.

A moment of silence….

DAVE: Drownin’. Now there’s a way to go.

LOMPER: Can’t swim.

GAZ: You don’t have to fucking swim, ya divvy, that’s the whole point! God, you’re not very keen, are you?

LOMPER: Sorry.

DAVE: I know. You could stand in middle of road and get a mate run smack into you right fast.

LOMPER: Haven’t got any mates.

GAZ: Listen, you, we just saved your fucking life so don’t tell us we’re not your mates, all right?

LOMPER: Really?

GAZ: Yeah.

DAVE: Yeah, me and all, I’d run ya down as soon as look at ya.

LOMPER: Oh aye? Cheers.

Lomper starts to grin at the turn of luck from attempting suicide to finding two mates.

LOMPER: Thanks a lot.

I love well-done gallows humor, and this scene always tickles me. You can watch the whole scene here.

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DIE BAD WRITING DIE DIE DIE!!!!!


Manuscript 2, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

The time has come at last: it’s editing time. Hoo-boy. I didn’t wait quite three months, but I got more than two and a half, and I’ve at last started digging through Princesses In SPACE!!! (not the actual title). I’m hoping that this process will be done by Labor Day, but as in all things, we shall see. This process is, as you might guess, fairly time-consuming.

And for anyone who might worry about whether or not I am sufficiently steel-willed to drag my literary darlings out of their coops in the middle of the night and chop their bloody heads off, well — witness the amount of red ink of corrections on those two pages! I’m about ten pages in thus far, and only one page doesn’t look like that. That’s page one. Because it starts halfway down the page (in keeping with proper manuscript format). Yes, folks — I can rip other people’s writing when the spirit moves me, but when it comes to my own, I’m utterly medieval.

Onward and upward!

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Something for Thursday

An interesting thing happened in the 2004 and the 2005 Academy awards: the first year, the Oscar for Best Original Score went to Howard Shore for his enormously epic score for The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, a score which featured huge orchestral and choral forces over three-plus hours of music. The next year, Oscar recognized what might be the polar opposite of Shore’s work, a score with a delicate, almost impressionistic, chamber music-like sound. And both are among my very favorite filmscores of the last ten years. Here are several selections from Jan AP Kaczmarek’s Finding Neverland.

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Why is she so hung up on Ryan, anyway? He’s such a douche!

If you watch The Office without paying attention to the credits, you might assume that Mindy Kaling’s sole purpose on the show is to play Kelly Kapoor, the materialistic ‘office girl’ who is more interested in appearance and various superficialities than in professional accomplishment. But if you do pay attention to the credits, you quickly discover that Mindy Kaling is the complete opposite of Kelly Kapoor. As a writer, occasional director, and listed producer, Kaling is one of the main creative contributors to The Office. And now she has a new book, called Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns).

This delightful book is part autobiography, part musing on the current state of entertainment, part musings on romance and dating here in the 21st century, and…well, the book reads simply like the conversational thoughts of a person who leads an interesting life and has interesting things to say without having led so interesting a life as to be completely intimidating. Is Mindy Kaling the ‘girl next door’? Sure…if the girl next door is a hard-working, smart, and pretty woman who has a number of impressive talents.

Here is Kaling describing some of the types of characters you will find in a typical romantic comedy these days:

THE KLUTZ

When a beautiful actress is in a movie, executives wrack their brains to find some kind of flaw in her that still allows her to be palatable. She can’t be overweight or not perfect-looking, because who would want to see that? A not 100-percent-perfect-looking-in-every-way female? You might as well film a dead squid decaying on a beach somewhere for two hours.

So they make her a Klutz.

The 100-percent-perfect-in-every-way female is perfect in every way, except that she constantly falls down. She bonks her head on things. She trips and falls and spills soup on her affable date. (Josh Lucas. Is that his name? I know it’s two first names. Josh George? Brad Mike? Fred Tom? Yes, it’s Fred Tom.) Our Klutz clangs into Stop signs while riding a bike, and knocks over giant displays of expensive fine china. Despite being five foot nine and weighing 110 pounds, she is basically like a drunk buffalo who has never been a part of human society. But Fred Tom loves her anyway.

THE ETHEREAL WEIRDO

The smart and funny writer Nathan Rabin coined the term Manic Pixie Dream Girl to describe a version of this achetype after seeing Kirsten Dunst in the movie Elizabethtown. This girl can’t be pinned down and may or may not show up when you make concrete plans. She wears gauzy blouses and braids. She decides to dance in the rain and weeps uncontrollably if she sees a sign for a missing dog or cat. She spins a globe, places her finger on a random spot, and decides to move there. The ethereal weirdo abounds in movies, but nowhere else. If she were from real life, people would think she was a homeless woman and would cross the street to avoid her, but she is essential to the male fantasy that even if a guy is boring, he deserves a woman who will find him fascinating and pull him out of himself by forcing him to go skinny-dipping in a stranger’s pool.

And thanks to Mindy Kaling, I now desperately want to see the movie Darling, which has not been made yet, but would tell the story of Peter Pan from the viewpoint of the Darling family’s alcoholic father. That movie needs to happen, dammit!

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It came from the freezer case, vol. 1

You know what the world needs now? I mean, besides love, sweet love. The world needs someone to go on a self-guided tour through the wonderful world of frozen pizza and report on his or her findings. Of course, come to think of it, this is 2012, so I’m thinking that somebody out there in Blogistan is already doing this. Well, dammit, I’m gonna do it too.

Frozen pizza makes me happy. Always has. Now, I won’t maintain that frozen pizza is ever as high-quality a product as the best freshly-made pizza, but I absolutely will maintain that there are frozen pizzas out there that are frankly preferable to quite a few places that do the fresh thing. I mean, we have to be realistic here, don’t we? Not all pizzerias are wonderful. Many are. Many more are not, and many only manage to keep churning out their disappointing pizza by being cheap and/or conveniently located near a population of people predisposed to value cheap and convenient pizza (such as, say, college students).

I am no ‘expert’ on pizza, but I do love it and I think I have a fairly decent handle on whether something tastes good or whether it’s (as some frozen pizzas really are) crap-on-toast. And since I tend to have frozen pizza for dinner a couple times a month at least (hey, it’s an indulgence), why not blog about it?

I grew up eating frozen pizza. Not all the time, but my parents would keep a few in the freezer on a regular basis, so that I might have something quick and easy to feed myself in the event that Mom didn’t much feel like having any kind of real answer to the question “Whatsferdinner?” (Especially when I asked this question as soon as she walked in the door after work without so much as a “Hi Mom!” first, and I couldn’t get away with running it all together so it came out as “Himomwhatsferdinner?” either.)

During the 1980s, there were, as far as I recall, only two or three brands of frozen pizza available. My preferred brand back then was Totino’s, which came in a red box and which was called a ‘party pizza’. The pepperoni was not in discs, but tiny cubes all over the thing. I haven’t seen one of those in years. I think that Tony’s was the other one; Tony’s is still going strong, actually. And then there was a generic, store brand. These were pretty disappointing, generally. And that was about it. (Actually, not quite: late in the 80s a new brand showed up, called “Mr. K’s”. This was some kind of higher-quality item which came with its own metal baking dish in the box. I recall these being pretty good, but from what I can tell, the brand has not existed in years.)

Of course, frozen pizza has exploded over the last couple of decades. There’s DiGiorno, obviously, and a whole bunch of other brands. Paul Newman’s is now on the scene, and the store brands tend to be a lot higher quality these days than when I was a kid. The frozen pizza section at any grocery store is now significantly larger than it used to be, which is pretty cool. It used to be a couple shelves in one door. Now it’s four or five doors…or more.

So, time to get to tasting. First, on method: I will prepare all pizzas I write about in these posts according to the directions on the box. It’s tempting to figure that what works for one frozen pizza likely works for all of ’em, but that’s just not the case. I discovered this the hard way a number of times; I would get used to baking one brand at 400 for fifteen minutes and then not realize that the next brand called for ten minutes at 425. Some pizzas instruct you to preheat the oven; others specifically say not to. Ignoring these directions results in disappointing pizza. So, I’ll be following directions to the letter.

Second, on brands I’ll try: I’m up for nearly anything, but because of obvious conflicts of interest, I won’t be writing about any of the frozen pizzas currently produced (or produced in the future) under the label of The Store. (I will offer up a blanket statement that I do like our brand frozen pizza.)

Third, a couple of general statements: Look, we’re talking frozen pizza here. I’m not trying to compare each pizza to something made by a skilled pizzeria cook or deepdish pizza baker. I hope we’re clear that I’m not claiming any high standards of food quality here. Frozen pizza tends to be very different in terms of texture from what you get from a pizzeria, no matter where; cheese in a frozen state behaves differently than freshly-sliced or grated cheese, for one thing, so frozen pizzas will rarely give you that ‘cheese pull’ that’s familiar to lovers of fresh pizza. Also, frozen pizzas are frozen food, and frozen food tends to be higher in sodium. Some of these pies can end up tasting very salty indeed. I’ll make note of it when it happens, but in general, saltiness is to be expected from frozen pizza.

I think that’s about it for preliminaries. Time to talk about the first pizza!

Palermo Primo Thin Ultra-thin Crust Cheese Lover’s Pizza

Although I’ve come to like fewer and fewer toppings on my pizza over the years – no more than three toppings, usually – I rarely go the whole way and just have a pizza with nothing but sauce and cheese. But this one seemed like a good place to start.

‘Cheese Lover’s’, huh? According to the box, this pizza sports a blend of cheeses as follows: “Mozzarella, White Cheddar, Provolone, Parmesan, Romano cheeses.” OK. That sounds promising, actually. I can’t differentiate all the various cheese flavors in any cheese blend on a pizza, but a blend is still desirable because a cheese’s characteristics tend to change a lot when melted, so a blend of cheeses gives a balance to flavor that is hard to achieve with a single cheese. Other than the cheese blend, this pizza is very basic. Here’s what it looks like out of the box:

Yup. Basic indeed: just a thin circle of dough with sauce and cheese on it. And yes, this thing is thin. Palermo has a whole line of these ultra-thin crust pizzas. Super-thin crust doesn’t tend to be my favorite, but if done well, I like it quite a bit, if not really loving it. Thin crust can turn out too brittle and crispy, and I don’t like a great deal of crisp to my pizza. So what would happen? It’s been my experience that thin crust frozen pizzas tend to get overdone at the edges.

Anyway, into the oven: 450 degrees for 8 to 10 minutes. I checked at 8 minutes and decided that it wasn’t quite done, so I left it in the full 10. (Frozen pizza manufacturers always give a time range in their directions, to accommodate people’s differently-performing ovens.) When I took it out, it looked like this:

Yeah, a little but too crispy around the edge – but not horribly so. And the cheese all melted into a pretty attractive top, with brown spots and little visual evidence of the cheese’s former dry and frozen state. This one came out of the oven looking really tasty, though. And here’s the bottom of the crust:

That impresses me, to be honest. At that high a temperature, that low in the oven, I feared a burned crust. Instead, no burning – just too done around the edges. But what about the taste?

Well, this pizza was actually pretty good. It had the frozen-pizza saltiness, but it wasn’t overwhelming and I didn’t feel as though I needed to down several swigs of water every other bite. The crust here really does turn out to be really thin…but not as thin as, say, the Thin-and-Crispy at Pizza Hut. (Horrible dough to work with, by the way. Just horrible.) It’s just thin enough to give you a stiff slice of pizza and a definite crunch when you bite into it, but just thick enough to give that crunching bite some body. Again, aside from the outer rim (which was overdone), the crust was fine.

The tomato sauce? Very nice, actually – just enough so you know it’s there by taste, but not overwhelming, either. The sauce is more tangy than sweet, and it works very well with the cheese blend. And as for that: the cheese is probably the best thing about this pizza. Frozen pizzas generally won’t give you that elastic quality to the cheese, like fresh pizza will – generally when you bite into a slice of frozen pizza, you don’t get long tendrils of molten cheese dangling between you and threatening to detach and flop onto your own chin. Frozen pizza cheese tends to stay where it is.

And yes, the cheese here does just that: stays where it is. Within reason. I had a couple of ‘stretching cheese’ moments whilst eating this one, and the cheese really did start to trail away from the slice. It snapped back, but still, that was a nice thing to see in a frozen pizza. And while I did notice the saltiness of the pizza, the main flavor here was of cheese, not salt. I appreciate that.

So, I give this one a fairly high grade. Nice job by the Palermo folks on this one!

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Scratching my political itch

I’ll get this bile out of my system below the break:

:: Matthew Yglesias today:

Lots of rich-guy pathos on display outside the gates of a big GOP fundraiser in the Hamptons, but I thought this was the most telling remark about the state of things in 2012:

“It’s not helping the economy to pit the people who are the engine of the economy against the people who rely on that engine,” Michael Zambrelli said as the couple waited in their SUV for clearance into the Creeks shortly after the candidate’s motorcade flew by and entered the pine-tree lined estate.

I’m not much of a car guy, but the way I understand this metaphor to work is that if you want to give rich people credit for being “the engine of the economy” then if the economy is performing subpar it follows that something’s wrong with your engine. And yet I suspect Zambrelli wouldn’t take kindly to that diagnosis.

But what’s really galling is the absurd level of self-regard among the winners in the modern American meritocracy. It’s completely true that many wealthy individuals garnered their wealth by developing useful products or devising useful approaches to management. But take a guy like Anthony Scarmucci, one of Mitt Romney’s national finance co-chairs. His stock in trade is ripping off successful-but-not-mega-rich professionals with a “fund of funds” business model in which management fees eat away all your investment gains. Taking advantage of the existence of suckers is a perfectly legal way to make money. In a world where Gilbert Arenas is paid $20 million, why shouldn’t a clever investment manager be able to find ways to skim off people’s hard earned savings? But skill at making money is just that—skill at making money. It’s not evidence that you possess a unique economy-powering genius without which the rest of us would all be paupers.

Exactly right. I’m getting awfully tired of the notion that people who have made lots of money doing various things are somehow people of whom the rest of us should show reverential respect, in hopes of keeping their mojo as ‘job creators’ intact. Frankly, the history of the United States in the last fifty years is, to a great extent, the story of a country making things consistently, almost relentlessly, easier for its richest segment…and yet we still see an economy that is still prone to boom-to-bust-to-boom cycles that seem to happen with no causal relation to whenever the most recent round of big tax cuts handed down happened to transpire.

Screw the rich, and screw the ‘job creators’. All this soaking-of-the-rich and waiting for them to toss it down upon us like manna from heaven is producing some pretty crappy results, so why not try something else?

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