Saturday Centus (Sunday edition)

I sat on this week’s prompt for over twenty-four hours after reading it, in hopes that something else would pop into my brain to do with it. Alas, nothing did, so I’m going with my first — and fairly grim — impulse.

The date had been set for months, but still, he wasn’t ready. He’d had his last meal, he heard (but not understood) the words of the priest and he’d talked with his lawyer and his sister. But still, before the last chair he’d ever sit it, Leonard Luther Allen’s knees gave out.

The chair dominated the small room, it was so big. But he barely saw the chair. There, in the air around it, were faces. Their faces. Staring. Judging. One laughing.

“No,” he said.

“Yes,” they replied.

Leonard’s victims watched as the guards pushed him into the chair…and minutes later, judgment came.

This ties into an idea I’ve had knocking around my head for a supernatural thriller for quite a few years now. I haven’t written it, because I’m not sure if it should be a novel or a screenplay.

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Sunday Burst of Weird and Awesome!

Oddities and Awesome abound!!!

:: Twenty beautiful personal and private libraries.

I’ve seen most of these before online, but it’s always fun to revisit them. Some of them look way too impersonal and antiseptic for me; the only ones that really look like places I’d like to hole up and work in for long stretches of time are the very first one, the one belonging to Neil Gaiman, and, of course, the one at the Skywalker Ranch. I really don’t think I’d like the staircase one, where the books are actually stored in the spaces betwixt the stairs. I just know that dirt from my feet would end up co-mingling with the books, and that’s not a good thing.

Still, if ever we have a Place Of Our Own, I will be constructing a better storage facility for my books than my current ‘stacks everywhere one looks’ thing that I’ve got going on.

:: It’s Oscar night (no, I’m not watching), so check out this animated-GIF montage of the reactions of people who lost the awards for which they were nominated. As much as I like graciousness in defeat, there’s still something oddly refreshing about the occasional “Oh, f*** that guy!” reaction.

:: Guy meets girl. Guy dates girl for a week or so. Girl gets guy’s face tattooed on her arm. Facebooked hilarity ensues!

More next week!

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Fixing the Prequels: Revenge of the Sith (part three)

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And…we’re back! And in a lot less than ten months, too. Huzzah! In the ‘Credit Where Due’ department, for the purposes of this series I’m referring to the film’s script here.

When we left off last time, our Jedi Heroes had been caught, with Chancellor Palpatine and R2-D2, whilst trying to escape the ship of General Grievous. The space battle is raging on, but our heroes are brought to the bridge of the ship, where they come face to face with Grievous, a fairly bizarre individual who seems to be mostly robot, but with some kind of biological parts, who is hunchbacked, and who is constantly afflicted by a hacking cough. (This cough is actually explained by the final installment of a series of animated shorts called, appropriately enough, The Clone Wars, which aired on one of the cable networks between AotC and RotS, but it’s not really important here…unless one wants to know why a person who is something like ninety percent droid is coughing. I personally, did not.)

As Grievous confronts the Jedi, he refers to Obi Wan as ‘the Negotiator’, a touch that I like because it implies that Kenobi has a kind of reputation that he’s picked up in the course of the Clone Wars, not unlike Erwin Rommel’s ‘nom de war’, ‘the Desert Fox’. When Grievous meets Anakin, he notes that he expected someone of his reputation to be a bit older; Anakin replies: “General Grievous. You’re shorter than I expected.” I’ve always liked this line.

The rest of this plays out pretty much by numbers: R2-D2 creates a diversion, long enough for Obi Wan and Anakin to recover their lightsabers and free themselves from their bonds, at which point they go on yet another Jedi rampage against battle droids. There’s nothing particularly major here that we haven’t seen before in the Prequels, and it flashes by pretty quickly (albeit with an entertaining bit that comes when Obi Wan realizes that a particular model of battle droid can keep right on fighting even after decapitation). Grievous manages to escape yet again, this time by smashing one of the windows open and letting himself get blown out into space; he then uses a grappling hook to get himself to an escape pod while Obi Wan and Anakin have to take the controls of the ship, which is starting a death plunge into the atmosphere.

This whole sequence is really well done:

OBI-WAN and ANAKIN go over to the navigator’s chair.

ANAKIN: All the escape pods have been launched.

OBI-WAN: Grievous. Can you fly a cruiser like this?

ANAKIN: You mean, do I know how to land what’s left of this thing?

ANAKIN sits in the pilot’s chair and sees on a screen the back half of the ship break away. There is a great jolt, and the ship tilts forward.

OBI-WAN: Well?

ANAKIN: Under the circumstances, I’d say the ability to pilot this thing is irrelevant. Strap yourselves in.

OBI-WAN and PALPATINE strap themselves into chairs. ANAKIN struggles with the controls of the ship. The ship starts to glow, and pieces break off. ARTOO moves in on Palpatine ‘s controls and assists in flying the cruiser.

OBI-WAN: Steady . . . Attitude . . . eighteen degrees.

ARTOO beeps.

ANAKIN: Pressure rising. We’ve got to slow this wreck down. Open all hatches, extend all flaps, and drag fins.

OBI-WAN: Temp steady. Hatches open, flaps extended, drag fins . . .

A large part of the ship breaks away.

ANAKIN: We lost something.

OBI-WAN: Not to worry, we’re still flying half the ship.

I love that last line of Obi Wan’s. This whole sequence is fun, tense, and the effects are amazing. This brief shot is one of my favorite sights in all the Star Wars movies:

And all the other visual details are terrific here: the flames of reentry outside the bridge windows, the fireships that come alongside to smother the burning ship in fire retardant, the way the ship flies through a thick cluster of clouds to suddenly emerge above the capital city of the Republic. The ship’s bridge is dominated by yellow and green lighting, which is a color scheme we haven’t seen before. I also like how well-conceived this sequence is, in terms of details. Yeah, they may actually be scientifically implausible, but within the rules of his universe, George Lucas has thought out some stuff. The cruiser has ‘drag fins’, big metal flaps that extend out and provide increased air resistance to slow the ship down when it’s in the atmosphere (and remember, we’ve already established that cruisers of this size can land planetside), and the afore-mentioned firefighting ships.

Of course, Anakin brings the ship in for an impressive crash landing (taking out a control tower in the process…I always wonder if that tower was full of space traffic controllers, maybe one declaring this to be the wrong week to be giving up Death Sticks). The dust is settling, everyone is breathing a sigh of relief, and Obi Wan sums it all up: “Another happy landing!”

At this point, we’re finally done with an action sequence that has taken over twenty minutes of the film’s opening. It’s almost a short film in itself, complete with three acts, and it was an exhilarating way for George Lucas to start the film. Now comes quite a bit of talking and politics. Not that a lot of this bothers me, but the pace slows down quite a bit now.

A shuttle brings the Chancellor, along with his Jedi rescuers, back to the Capital, where Obi Wan and Anakin have another bit of repartee:

ANAKIN: (to Obi-Wan) Are you coming, Master?

OBI-WAN: Oh no. I’m not brave enough for politics. I have to report to the Council. Besides, someone needs to be the poster boy.

ANAKIN: Hold on, this whole operation was your idea. You planned it. You led the rescue operation. You have to be the one to take the bows this time.

OBI-WAN: Sorry, old friend. Let us not forget that you rescued me from the Buzz Droids. And you killed Count Dooku. And you rescued the Chancellor, carrying me unconscious on your back, and you managed to land that bucket of bolts safely . . .

ANAKIN: All because of your training, Master.

OBI-WAN: Anakin, let’s be fair. Today, you are the hero and you deserve your glorious day with the politicians.

ANAKIN: All right. But you owe me . . . and not for saving your skin for the tenth time . . .

OBI-WAN: Ninth time . . . that business on Cato Nemoidia doesn’t count. I’ll see you at the briefing.

I like the bit about keeping score – it’s reminscent of the Original Trilogy, and the friendly rivalry between Luke Skywalker and Han Solo. Next there’s a brief bit as Palpatine assures Mace Windu that the Senate will insist on continuing the war as long as General Grievous is at large; with Count Dooku dead, Grievous is now the leader of the droid armies. Not much is made of the fact that Dooku wasn’t just a military leader, but a political leader as well – who will rise to lead the Separatist movement?

Of note here is that Palpatine has managed to create an environment of perpetual war in the Republic, a war that has the support of the Senate and is being led by the Jedi. And yet we know there is tension between the Chancellor and the Jedi, so the question arises – never really addressed by the films – as to just what the relationship is between the Jedi and the Chancellor and the Senate. The Jedi seem to be a somewhat independent body, governing themselves, but taking input from the Senate. But they’re starting to not like what they are being required to do; as Mace Windu basically stated in AotC, they are basically policemen, not soldiers or military leaders. And yet that is their new role. Interesting, then, that a key facet of all of Palpatine’s machinations is to manipulate the Jedi into serving a role that they are not well-suited to serve.

Anyway, back to the movie. The Chancellor and the Jedi and the rest of a group of Senators walk off. (In this bunch is one Jar Jar Binks, who is almost unnoticed except that he has his one line of dialogue in the movie, “Excuse me”. What was funny about this is that when I saw the film in the theater back in 2005, as soon as people noticed Jar Jar, there was no booing or hissing – just several people in the theater exclaiming, “Hey, it’s Jar Jar!” and some murmurs of recognition, not all of which sounded angry. Make of that what you will…but sometimes I wonder if Jar Jar isn’t quite as hated as most people think he’s hated. Or maybe I’m just delusional….) Anakin exchanges words with Senator Bail Organa (Jimmy Smits, who had quite the political acting life in the mid-2000s, appearing as a Star Wars Senator and as the successor to President Josiah Bartlet in The West Wing), and then he notices someone in the shadows of one of the great pillars. It’s Padme.

Now, why isn’t Padme in the group of dignitaries meeting the Chancellor upon his return? She is one of the most influential political figures in the Senate. Clearly it’s because she needs to meet Anakin in somewhat private. They embrace, and this exchange takes place (material not actually in the final film in red):

ANAKIN: I missed you, Padme.

PADME: There were whispers . . . that you’d been killed.

ANAKIN: I’m all right. It feels like we’ve been apart for a lifetime. And it might have been … If the Chancellor hadn’t been kidnapped. I don’t think they would have ever brought us back from the Outer Rim sieges.

ANAKIN starts to give her another kiss. She steps back.

PADME: Wait, not here . . .

He grabs her again.

ANAKIN: Yes, here! I’m tired of all this deception. I don’t care if they know we’re married.

PADME: Anakin, don’t say things like that. You’re important to the Republic … to ending this war. I love you more than anything, but I won’t let you give up your life as a Jedi for me . . .

ANAKIN: I’ve given my life to the Jedi order, but I’d only give up my life, for you.

PADME: (playfully) I wouldn’t like that. I wouldn’t like that one bit. Patience, my handsome Jedi . . . Come to me later.

ANAKIN embraces her, then looks at her.

ANAKIN: Are you all right? You’re trembling. What’s going on?

PADME: I’m just excited to see you.

ANAKIN: That’s not it. I sense more . . . what is it?

PADME: Nothing . . . nothing . . .

ANAKIN: You’re frightened. (a little angry) Tell me what’s going on!

PADME begins to cry.

PADME: You’ve been gone five months . . . it’s been very hard for me. I’ve never felt so alone. There’s . . .

ANAKIN: . . . Is there someone else?

PADME: (peeved, angry) No! Why do you think that? Your jealousy upsets me so much, Anakin. I do nothing to betray you, yet you still don’t trust me. Nothing has changed.

ANAKIN: (sheepish) I’m afraid of losing you, Padme . . . that’s all.

PADME: I will never stop loving you, Anakin. My only fear is losing you.

ANAKIN: It’s just that I’ve never seen you like this . . .

PADME: Something wonderful has happened.

They look at each other for a long moment.

PADME: (continuing) I’m . . . Annie, I’m pregnant.

ANAKIN is stunned. He thinks through all of the ramifications of this. He takes her in his arms.

ANAKIN: That’s . . . that’s wonderful.

PADME: What are we going to do?

ANAKIN: We’re not going to worry about anything right now, all right? This is a happy moment. The happiest moment of my life.

So: Padme’s pregnant, and judging by her clothes, she’s somewhat far along. That’s probably why she’s staying the shadows, then; this is not a condition she wants to become common knowledge, for obvious reasons. Someone will ask who the father is, and someone else will figure it out, to the doom of Anakin’s career as a Jedi, even though he says that he wants to just come out with it and let the chips fall where they may. I like Anakin’s reaction to the news of her pregnancy: he’s shocked at first, a bit overwhelmed, and then he manages to return to happiness. So, is he really happy that he’s about to be a father? Or is this something he neither expected nor wanted? I think that the evidence in the film supports both possibilities, and I like the ambiguity of his response to being told and the way he covers it up almost immediately. At the point of the revelation, John Williams’s music does not become lovely or plaintive; instead it churns in the basses, underscoring nicely Anakin’s conflicted emotions about becoming a father.

I do think that Lucas made a wise choice in eliminating the bit about Anakin suspecting Padme of having another suitor. While his loss of trust in Padme will be the final straw in his march toward the Dark Side, it’s much too early to plant that seed. Nevertheless, here is where I would make my first actual change in the film: as they embrace on final time, I’d have someone from the Jedi council see them embracing. The obvious choice here is Mace Windu. Why? Because I think a few seeds need to be planted here for later in the film, and because I think that the film needed to get a reminder in earlier on that Mace Windu has never really been in Anakin’s fan club. He wouldn’t say anything to Anakin and Padme; not now, anyway. But he’d look back and see their embrace and start to recognize it for what it is: a Jedi indulging forbidden love.

Now we cut to General Grievous and his arrival on the planet Utapau. For longtime Star Wars fans, the name of the planet Utapau is exciting (although we don’t hear it for a while yet), as it is one of the very earliest planet names George Lucas tossed around way back in the early 1970s when he was originally cobbling together his notions for a big space adventure epic movie. After Grievous lands, he makes contact with Darth Sidious, who is behind everything; Sidious orders him to move the Separatist leaders to Mustafar and then answers Grievous’s concern about Count Dooku’s death with the revelation that he’s already got his eye on a new apprentice, “one who is far more powerful”. Uh oh….

And then we are whisked back to Coruscant, for a nice quiet scene between Anakin and Padme at night on the balcony of their 800th-floor apartment. Or what’s supposed to be a nice quiet scene, because…well, this is what happens.

PADME: Annie, I want to have our baby back home on Naboo. We could go to the lake country where no one would know . . . where we would be safe. I could go early-and fix up the baby’s room. I know the perfect spot, right by the gardens.

ANAKIN: You are so beautiful!

PADME: It’s only because I’m so in love . . .

ANAKIN: No, it’s because I’m so in love with you.

PADME: So love has blinded you?

ANAKIN: Well, that’s not exactly what I meant . . .

PADME: But it’s probably true!

Yeah…I know. There’s just no way for me to sugarcoat this one, folks: this scene is a stinker. In a movie that so far has been hitting all the right notes, this scene comes along and reminds everyone of their biggest complaints about the last two movies, what with lines about how Padme’s not like sand and how Anakin is tortured by his love for her and so on. I tend to roll my eyes whenever I hear someone trot out the “George Lucas needs someone to tell him when his ideas suck” meme (otherwise known as the “Gary Kurtz Conjecture”, under the notion that it was Gary Kurtz’s steady hand that kept Lucas from doing stupid things that ruined the only two Star Wars movies that anybody likes, or so the story goes), but this scene unfortunately provides some ammunition for that camp. It’s not quite as bad as the Single Worst Scene In Star Wars History, but…well, it’s right up there. I hate hate hate the way this scene ended up.

So, let’s fix it. Here’s what should have happened here:

PADME: Annie, I want to have our baby back home on Naboo. We could go to the lake country where no one would know . . . where we would be safe. I could go early-and fix up the baby’s room. I know the perfect spot, right by the gardens.

ANAKIN: You are so beautiful….

PADME: It’s only because I’m so in love . . .

ANAKIN: No, it’s because I’m so in love with you.

PADME: So love has blinded you?

ANAKIN: No! I mean…uh….

He sees that she is grinning at him.

ANAKIN: You got me again.

PADME: Only because you make it so easy.

ANAKIN: You know that I’m not good at talking about my feelings.

PADME: You’re not so bad at it, when you stop trying to talk like a poet. There aren’t many famous Jedi poets, are there?

ANAKIN: (laughs) No. I tried reading some Jedi poetry, once…hundreds of lines about the Force. An entire book that sounded like Master Yoda…I didn’t understand any of it.

He comes to her side.

PADME: What are we going to do? When the war is over and the baby is born? You can’t be a Jedi and a father.

ANAKIN: I know. So I’ll be a father.

PADME looks at him.

PADME: You’ll give up being a Jedi?

ANAKIN: (smiling) For what I’d be getting in return? Yes.

They embrace.

Something like that…something which would show that Anakin is thinking ahead a bit, and that he has a happy ending right there for the taking, if he just doesn’t screw it up…which we know he’s going to. It would heighten the tragedy of his fall, and like I did in fixing AotC, I’d fix some bad dialogue by actually calling attention to it.

This scene is followed by a brief dream sequence, in which Anakin sees Padme giving birth, but it’s a horrible, painful experience in which she is shrieking in agony. That’s about all we see, before Anakin snaps awake and walks out to the living room. We don’t really see it in his dream, but he interprets it as meaning that Padme is doing to die in childbirth, and the script bears this out by indicating that in the dream, Padme actually dies. Cut to the living room, then:

ANAKIN walks down a flight of stairs onto a large veranda. The vast city planet of Coruscant, smoldering from the battle, is spread out before him. He is distraught. PADME descends the stairs and joins ANAKIN on the veranda. She takes his hand. He doesn’t look at her.

PADME: What’s bothering you?

ANAKIN: Nothing . . .

ANAKIN touches the japor snippet around PADME’S neck, that Anakin gave her when he was a small boy.

ANAKIN: (continuing) I remember when I gave this to you.

PADME: How long is it going to take for us to be honest with each other?

ANAKIN: It was a dream.

PADME: Bad?

ANAKIN: Like the ones I used to have about my mother just before she died.

PADME: And?

ANAKIN: It was about you.

They look at each other. A moment of concern passes between them.

PADME: Tell me.

ANAKIN: It was only a dream.

PADME gives him a long, worried look. ANAKIN takes a deep breath.

ANAKIN: (continuing) You die in childbirth . . .

PADME: And the baby?

ANAKIN: I don’t know.

PADME: It was only a dream.

ANAKIN takes PADME in his arms.

ANAKIN: . . . I won’t let this one become real, Padme.

They embrace, then part.

PADME: Anakin, this baby will change our lives. I doubt the Queen will continue to allow me to serve in the Senate, and if the Council discovers you are the father, you will be expelled from the Jedi Order.

ANAKIN: I know ….

PADME: Anakin, do you think Obi-Wan might be able to help us?

ANAKIN: I don’t need his help . . . Our baby is a blessing.

Obviously, I would have eliminated the bit about Padme worrying about Anakin’s future once the baby is born; I’ve relocated that to the earlier scene. It doesn’t seem to fit naturally in the scene where Anakin is dealing with a new dream about his wife’s death.

The shooting script has a bit of dialogue in there in which Anakin angrily asks if Padme has told Obi Wan anything; I’m glad this is left out, as I still think it’s too early for the jealousy angle to show up. I’ve always liked this, though – that Anakin isn’t just afraid of losing Padme, but that he’s having dreams and visions about it, and he’s already had a similar experience with his dreams of the future dolorous fate of someone he loved – his mother – coming true. He desperately wants to prevent this future, but even though he vows that he won’t let it happen, he is already suspecting that he doesn’t have the power he will need to do so.

And since Palpatine knows about Anakin’s actions against the Sandpeople in AotC, it’s reasonable to assume he knows about the dreams then, too. The wedge is already there, waiting to be driven in.

Oh, and that bit with Padme wearing the Japor snippet around her neck, the one Anakin gave her as a boy way back in TPM? That’s fantastic. It’s a great touch by Lucas, one which will pay off with a gorgeously sad visual late in the film.

Anakin doesn’t want to go to Obi Wan for help, but he does go to someone: he goes to Yoda. In the next scene, Anakin is talking to Yoda and gets some helpful advice:

INT. CORUSCANT-JEDI TEMPLE-YODAS QUARTERS-DAY

YODA and ANAKIN sit in Yoda ‘s room, deep in thought.

YODA: Premonitions . . . premonitions . . . Hmmmm . . . these visions you have . . .

ANAKIN: They are of pain, suffering, death . . .

YODA: Yourself you speak of, or someone you know?

ANAKIN: Someone . . .

YODA: . . . close to you?

ANAKIN: Yes.

YODA: Careful you must be when sensing the future, Anakin. The fear of loss is a path to the dark side.

ANAKIN: I won’t let these visions come true, Master Yoda.

YODA: Death is a natural part of life. Rejoice for those around you who transform into the Force. Mourn them, do not. Miss them, do not. Attachment leads to jealousy. The shadow of greed, that is.

ANAKIN: What must I do, Master Yoda?

YODA: Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.

And by the look on Anakin’s face, we see that boy, is that ever not what he’s looking to hear.

This leads to one of the more interesting things about Jedi philosophy, as we hear it from Yoda throughout the Star Wars saga. Anakin is worried about his loved one, but Yoda tells him that the way to deal with his fears for her fate is to let her fate unfold and, basically, ignore it. This is virtually the same advice Yoda will give Luke Skywalker twenty years later, in TESB, when Luke has visions about Han and Leia suffering greatly:

LUKE: And sacrifice Han and Leia?

YODA: If you honor what they fight for…yes!

The advice goes about as well then as it does for Anakin, although Luke’s doesn’t end nearly as badly. The question is: why is this?

I think it’s because Luke is able to do something that Anakin tends to find extremely difficult: he is able to trust his friends, where Anakin only looks inward, to himself, to his own powers and his own abilities. And why is this? Well, I suspect it’s partly because Luke doesn’t grow up – even partially, as Anakin does – inside the sequestered and sheltered bubble that the Jedi put themselves in. The Prequel Trilogy depicts the Jedi as an almost ascetic group who are supposed to be denying their emotional lives in favor of devotion to the Force. Luke later demonstrates that fealty to the Force is not at all incompatible with having love and friendship in one’s life. I wonder if this isn’t part of why the Jedi fall – because they’ve turned so far inward that they genuinely believe that attachment is bad, friendship is bad, love is bad…because under certain circumstances, they can lead to the Dark Side.

From Yoda’s perspective, though, it’s Anakin’s love for Padme that leads him straight to the Dark Side, straight to joining the Sith, and straight to playing a role in the final fall of the Jedi. So when Luke comes along and wants to be trained and then has his own visions of horrible things happening to his loved ones and rushes off to save them, Yoda must clearly be seeing that as “And here we go again.” He thinks everything is about to be undone by the passions of the Skywalkers, again. Once again, I end up admiring the way Lucas has events from the Original Trilogy having echoes and parallels in the Prequel Trilogy.

And there we will stop. Next time, Anakin is drawn into the political world, and his desires for power start to get stroked as well as his fears for Padme. Tune in!

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Answers, the second!

Time to knock off a couple more answers to questions posed in Ask Me Anything! February 2012. As before, note that I’m still open to questions!

In this edition I’m going to tackle all of the political questions at once, so if you don’t want to read ranty liberalism, just keep scrolling. I’ll put the rest of this after the cut.

First, Roger asks: Your specific analysis of the 4 GOP candidates for President (and any of the dropouts if you want). Positive/negative traits, whether your opinion of them has improved or declined since the campaign has started. How you think each would fare against Obama, and who you think each would pick as a VP candidate.

Anyone familiar with me likely knows that I’m honestly not the person to ask this question. For me to ever consider voting Republican again, that whole party is going to have to move significantly to the left, and I think the odds of that happening are spectacularly low. I honestly don’t want to get into a big long rant on why I find them all so loathsome, so here’s a short rundown:

Mitt Romney: He’d probably be the best President of the bunch, in terms of policy; but I don’t think that even if he was elected, he’d be able to command the party loyalty that it would take to get some stuff through Congress. Or, given his slavish desperation to prove that he really is a good little Movement Conservative, I suspect he’d espouse policies that he doesn’t really believe in himself…which would make for half-assed governance.

Newt Gingrich: This man is the Father of Scorched Earth Republican Politics. He’s a moral midget, a man with zero policy ideas that interest me, and…well, the man is a shit. I think that he’d be Nixon without the charm.

Rick Santorum: For different reasons, he’s even more loathsome to me than Gingrich. I hate this guy. I hate his smarmy smile, I hate his sweater vests (not that he can help that one, I just hate sweater vests), I hate his apparent belief that God communicates through him, I hate his misogyny, I hate his stance on everything he ever opines about. Everything about him screams out that he sees a Santorum Presidency as his chance to be High Moral Arbiter of the Land. The Inquisition would come to America, if he had his way.

Ron Paul: I hate this guy too. I hate that he’s almost certainly a sickeningly banal racist who has tossed out a whole series of contradictory and unconvincing lies to explain the existence of racist writings that appeared over his signature. I hate his transparent manipulation of the legislative process to score all kinds of Evil Gummint Money for his district, while he claims purity in his hatred of Evil Gummint Money. I hate that his Great Commitment to Freedom doesn’t so much extend to people who are attracted to people of the same sex, or people who have vaginas. And I hate the dewy-eyed cult that surrounds this guy, consisting of mostly young people who know exceedingly little but think because they’ve read Paul tracts and Cliff Notes versions of Ayn Rand that they get to tell everyone else to “educate themselves”.

A week or two ago, MightyGodKing described the Republican field thusly: “This primary is between a Republican version of John Kerry except less likeable and human, a dude who lost a re-election campaign by twenty points, a guy who was so dishonest that his fellow Republicans said “dude, whoa” and an insane dwarf.” That’s about right. All of these candidates deny global warming. All of them deny evolution. All of them champion a continued stampede toward stupidity.

How would they fare against President Obama? A lot can happen, but if the economic news continues to be good each month, leading to an increased mood of optimism in America, I can’t see any of these guys winning. My hope is that this is the last election cycle that the Republicans can get even crazier, because if they manage to come up with an even more vile batch of crazies in 2016…ye gods.

Sorry, Republicans. But I didn’t ask the question!

Sticking with Roger: Why, do you suppose, that Tea Party folks support the economic policies of the rich when it is not, IMO, in their own best interest?

Because they’re dumb? OK, maybe that’s not nice or charitable or whatever, but…I can’t come up with anything else. But when you get right down to it, the Tea Party is nothing more than good old Angry White Republicanism, dressed up in tricorns and spouting Revolutionary War rhetoric. I don’t see any interesting new arguments from them, just warmed-over “Anything gummint does is bad” nonsense. The Tea Party is branding, nothing more. There’s a visceral loathing of government in the American psyche that’s been there since before the country even existed. It’s often not even rational, but we have a powerfully mythological belief in this country in rich people who made it for themselves with no help from anybody, in awful government bureaucrats whose only reason for existence is to make decisions that affect people adversely (all the while accepting corporate bureaucracies whose only reason for existence is to make decisions that affect people adversely, with the extra bonus of doing it for a profit motive), and in the whole idea that so many have that “I do everything for myself!”

I could say more, but I don’t think I will.

Should civil rights issues such as gay marriage be decided by the courts, the legislature or by plebiscite, and why?

Probably a combination of the courts and legislatures. I am not a fan of voter referenda. I’m a fan of representative democracy, where sudden moods of an electorate are removed from direct decision making. It seems to me that referenda tend to be decided by the side that gets angry enough to vote on something, and further, that anger seems too often to translate into a referendum being decided on the side of limiting rights, rather than granting them. The fact is that public opinion often needs to be dragged kicking and screaming forward.

The 20th Century was clearly the American century. What will the 21st be?

Well, I see no reason to write off America yet, although we’ve got some troubles in front of us. China is coming on strong, isn’t it? And India is making big strides as well. This may be the Asian Century…but I’d be happy if it could somehow be the era when we start to put notions of nationhood behind. I’d like it to be the human century.

More answers to come!

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Something for Thursday

At one point during my piano studies — mentioned the other day — I was working on this piece. I was never able to really get it ‘under my fingers’, so to speak, but that’s more a testament to some less-than-impressive work habits on my part than anything else. Oh well. Here is Chopin’s “Polonaise in A, Op 40 No 1”.

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Whatever that guy said? Do the other thing!

It’s easy to Captain the Enterprise!

I think that at some point, Worf should have just said, “Captain! I recommend we hold position and do nothing whatsoever.” This would likely have been met with Picard replying, “No, Mr. Worf, issue a Red Alert, lock all phasers on target, all crew to battle stations, raise all shields, and FIRE!”

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Answers, the First!

OK, I think I’ve waited long enough — it’s time to start answering the questions from Ask Me Anything! February 2012. And feel free to still ask, if you like…it’s the 10th anniversary month here, so let’s make this one special! If there’s something you’ve always wondered about Yours Truly, or something you’ve always wondered what Yours Truly thought about it, or something you’ve never wondered about Yours Truly but it just occurred to you to ask, go for it!

My good old college friend (and husband of another good old college friend) Aaron asks: As a very slow reader (I started reading Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy in October and am just nearing the end. And, that is a pretty good pace for me), with a decent sized list of books on the “need to get to” list, should I add the Song of Ice and Fire series?

Krista and I are just finishing up the first season of the HBO adaptation, and have loved it, but it feels like so much is missing.

I just finished A Clash of Kings the other day (blog post forthcoming), and I do recommend it, thus far. My admiration of the series’s first two books remains untouched; I’m most nervous now about the next two (as well as the fifth one, which I’ve never read yet), because I didn’t like those ones as much the first time through. For a slow reader, these books do represent quite an investment — I mean, look at these things! Since paginations differ, the best way to gauge lengths of books is word count, and check out the numbers on this site. Assuming these are accurate, and I don’t see reason to doubt it offhand, the entirety of The Lord of the Rings checks in at approximately 473,000 words, while just the first two of GRRM’s Ice and Fire books top 610,000 words. A Storm of Swords, GRRM’s Book Three, is 404,000 words…meaning, that one book is a short novel shy of the entire Lord of the Rings. Wow.

Of course, word count isn’t everything. Martin’s prose, when he’s on his game, can really propel the reader forward, in my experience; his dialogue can absolutely crackle, and the device of each chapter being told from the point of view of a different character is extremely effective when one gets used to it — one effect I’m rediscovering is that I’ll finish a chapter for a character I really like, Jon Snow for example, and then decide to keep reading until I get back to Jon Snow. What GRRM does, language-wise, is rarely as dense and descriptive-heavy as JRRT. So this is definitely a “Your mileage may vary” kind of thing.

As for the differences between the books and the teevee adaptations, I honestly don’t know, as I haven’t yet watched the teevee show beyond the first episode. I do plan to, though.

(BTW, on the subject of word counts — I’m really hoping to bring the first draft of Princesses In SPACE!!! (not the actual title) in at no more than 180,000 words, with a further eye to cutting at least ten percent of the words upon the edit. We’ll see!

Bill asks: Have you kept up your chops? Do you play anything besides trumpet?

Sadly, no. I haven’t touched the trumpet since I played in a friend’s wedding — Aaron of Question Number One’s wedding, actually! — and that was in 1995 or thereabouts. Time and opportunities available tend to make it hard to do such things…not that there are no opportunities, but life has that odd way of moving on, and other interests surge forward, arise anew (when we have space to do so, one day, I plan to take up woodworking and carpentry), or resurface in a big way (I loved writing as a kid several years before I knew what music even was). My musical life now is pretty much as a listener, only. But that’s fine for me; at least my musical training earlier in life has equipped me to appreciate music on a level that would be harder to attain had I never touched an instrument.

As for other instruments, I played the piano in high school and college. I do wish I had devoted more effort to the piano, because in all honesty, I was actually fairly decent at it. But I never took the piano as seriously as I took the trumpet, so I never got good enough at it to do more than scratch a surface. I consider that one of the missed opportunities of my life. I suppose I should write a post about my piano teachers one of these years….

More answers to come, and feel free to ask more, if you like!

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Sentential Links

Linkage…but first, the Bond girl named “Dink”!

Boy, the casual sexism of the early Bond films still makes me squirm. Anyway….

:: Do you remember back in the “old days” when you’d be out and about somewhere and something would happen, and you’d think, “I can’t wait to blog about this!” It wasn’t that long ago, really. But these days everyone seems to have a phone that connects to every server in the world, and most people just send these moments to Twitter or Facebook. (I miss the sense of free-for-all conversation that used to be the coin of the realm in Blogistan, but I suppose that was inevitable, as the conversations moved to Facebook and Twitter. Neither is perfect, either — on FB, we select the people with whom we want to interact, and that’s that; on Twitter, anyone can interact with us — unless we block them — but man, that 140-character limit can be a bear sometimes. I’ve seen people on Twitter who decide to abandon their blogs, and then they proceed to post blog-post length items to Twitter, 140 characters at a time, for many tweets in a row. This always irritates me, since Twitter updates chronologically, so unless one is actually on Twitter when one of these starts, you have to scroll backward to figure out what’s being talked about. My audience here is pretty much what it is, although I do probably pick up a reader or two here and there, and lose a reader here and there. And that’s about it…the traffic remains the same, and it’s mostly Google image searches. Does this bug me? A bit…but I can’t shut myself up, so there it is.)

:: A lot of people have asked me why I don’t review the Grammys. Any organization that gives Chris Brown awards instead of putting him in jail is not one I take seriously.

:: Gary Carter was responsible for some of the most memorable moments I’ve ever spent watching baseball.

:: Why, Otis Redding. Why?

Why did you have to leave us so early? (This is a wonderful, wonderful post.)

:: Life is a complicated mix of good and bad, painful and pleasant. Through it all I decide which I will focus on …..what I have to be grateful for or what I have to sorrow about. I pick. I hope I can choose well. (My dear friend Lynda has had a rough start to 2012, after a wonderful 2011. I know that she will try to approach everything with as much strength and laughter as she can manage.)

:: Happiness is 20 kids making one pie. Look at the flour on their hands. Look at the smiles on their faces. If this doesn’t make my 24 hours on 3 different airplanes worth the trip, I don’t know what does.

:: When one believes in something you don’t see or understand, too often we assume its them when it is us. There are fairies, there are gods, there are demons and there are angels. Who are you to say there is not? Without trumpets or wings, I know one passed this way.

More next week!

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