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“The Green Fields of France”
Eric Bogle

Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile ‘neath the warm summer sun,
I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fallen in 1916,
I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that faithful heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Enshrined then, forever, behind a glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

The sun’s shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that’s still No Man’s Land
The countless white crosses in stand mute in the sand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man,
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

And I can’t help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did they really believe when they answered the call,
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and dying, was all done in vain,
For young Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death-march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

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Free the Sigma Six!

Here in Erie County, we just elected a new County Executive, who takes over a county that’s been pretty much of a mess for years. The incoming Exec, Christopher Collins, is a local businessman, new to politics, who pulled off one of those “Political newcomer who will run government like a business” campaigns. This, coupled with a fairly uninspiring candidate on the other side, led to his election. All this is pretty run of the mill stuff. People are always coming along, running for office on the basis that they’ll run government like a business. I’m always a tad skeptical of such talk, since it always strikes me as talk that sounds good, but it’s generally hard to tell what it really means. Governments aren’t businesses, their focus isn’t profit generation, and so on. To me, “run government like a business” is little more than feel-good rhetoric, right up there with Rudy Giuliani’s “stay on offense in the War on Terror” and Al Gore’s “Social Security lockbox” and all the rest.

However, we do have some idea of how County Exec Collins is going to run things like a business: he’s planning to implement something called “Six Sigma”, which is, according to WikiPedia, “a set of practices originally developed by Motorola to systematically improve processes by eliminating defects.” That’s all well and good, but of course, Six Sigma or no, that’s what any good manager tries to do: improve the way things are done by figuring what’s not working so well and ditching it. So Chris Collins is going to use Six Sigma to get his “Run Erie County like a business plan” going. Fine, I suppose; but if you’re like me, and you’ve spent as much time as I have in the company of various management types, you’ve heard this sort of thing before. If there’s one eternal skill that business types have, it’s dressing fairly simple ideas up in “golly whiz” terminology. Spend any time in corporate America at all and you’ll hear stuff like this constantly. Some people will be diehard adherents of the system in play, while for others, Six Sigma will be “that thing we tried back in 2007”.

All this is fairly harmless stuff. Looking through some stuff on the web about Six Sigma, it all seems fairly innocuous, and in competent hands, it may even work well, although I’m always less inclined to credit the new “Gee whiz!” business tool with the success than the competent people who implement it. I’ve been around the block a little bit, folks, and believe me, the competent person who flies by the seat of her pants will usually beat out the inept person with a system in the end.

So what’s my problem? Why am I posting this, and what’s with that picture heading this post? There’s an aspect to Six Sigma that strikes me as colossally silly. Apparently there are levels of proficiency depending on training and focus, and those levels are titled as the levels in the martial arts. So when Chris Collins talks about hiring a Six Sigma person to come in and help him out, he isn’t hiring a consultant or an expert or something like that. No, he’s hiring a “Black Belt”.

Well, sorry, Six Sigma devotees, but that’s where I get off the bus. This kind of terminology makes it nearly impossible for people like me, who just want to see the damned local government stop sucking quite so much, take things seriously. Now, instead of seeing serious people take a serious approach, I’m wondering if becoming a Six Sigma Black Belt requires making a big circle with the left hand to get the wax on, and a reverse circle with the right to get the wax off. Over in this BuffaloPundit thread about Six Sigma coming to Buffalo, someone asks how one becomes a Six Sigma Black Belt. With a title like that, it disappoints me to learn that it has nothing to do with single combat between office workers using staplers as nunchucks.

One of the things that makes The Office such a brilliant show is its skewering of management-speak, the jargon-heavy way that managers talk and the whole cottage industry of management consulting that has sprung up in the business world. And when we start drawing parallels between expert consultants and black belt karate masters, the only reaction I can muster up is a healthy snigger.

None of this, by the way, should be construed as skepticism that a Six Sigma approach can help with Erie County’s governmental problems. However, here’s an interesting article suggesting that the bloom is off the Six Sigma rose. A cursory glance through some links relating to Six Sigma conveys the strong impression that there’s not really anything new with it; rather, it’s a new way of codifying an old idea. And take it from me, there will always be a new way of codifying old ideas. In twenty years, Six Sigma will be in the management history books, and some other nifty new program utilizing the same notions of quality improvement will be all the rage. And maybe then the consultants will carry titles like “Padawan”.

UPDATE: Pundit follows up, here and here.

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Shop the Southtowns!

Some local retail stuff:

:: Well, I finally made it into B is for Books the other night, after several consecutive weekends of meaning to get there but not managing to do so (running low on funds one week, The Daughter being under the weather the next, and so on). Let me tell you, folks, this is just a terrific place. Please don’t let its location, in outlying Orchard Park, be a deterrent to coming here! It can easily be made part of a Southtowns shopping excursion, especially if you’re going to the stores at Quaker Crossing; central Orchard Park is about a ten minute drive away from Quaker Crossing, and by extension, about fifteen minutes from the McKinley Mall area. And it’s one of those local, independent businesses we’re all supposed to be keen on. Small business, locally owned. Entrepreneurship, in nigh-Socialist Erie County.

The store itself? It’s a bright and airy place, for one thing; lots of room to browse. Plenty of places to sit and look through the books, or to sit and read to your kids, or whatever. The selection is pretty impressive as well; overall the store is about twice the size of the childrens section at your local Borders or B&N. The analogy I’d make is that this is the bookstore equivalent of Clayton’s in Williamsville.

So yeah, we’re big fans already, and I really hope this place succeeds. Indie bookstores aren’t exactly a growth industry these days.

:: We haven’t been there yet, but The Good Toy Shop is a mile from Casa Jaquandor. It’s as though the Gods are actively scheming ways to part me from my money, but for some reason, they’re not alternately scheming ways to give me more money to part with. What’s up with that? Anyhow, once we’ve scoped out The Good Toy Shop, I will report on its offerings. (Can it be coincidence that it’s three doors down from my favorite liquor store?)

:: I can’t vouch for them at all, but there’s a custom computer joint called Technophobia that’s been open for a while now. I drive by it every day on my way to The Store (it’s on Orchard Park Road in West Seneca). What I can vouch for is that they took an old eyesore of a house and renovated it to house their business, complete with new paint job and everything. I’m always happy to see old structures used for new businesses, as opposed to the constant construction of new McPlazas that end up sitting empty with the “Leasing Now!” sign out front.

:: Does anybody besides me think that the Buffalo area really needs a blog like the Syracuse Post Standard‘s Store Front? Hmmmmm….

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Joss! Joss! He’s our man!!! (again)

Jason points out this post by Joss Whedon on the Writer’s Strike. I know I just posted about the strike fifteen minutes ago or thereabouts, but this deserves its own entry. Here’s the kernel that makes me stand up and cheer:

It’s necessary, though. We’re talking about story-telling, the most basic human need. Food? That’s an animal need. Shelter? That’s a luxury item that leads to social grouping, which leads directly to fancy scarves. But human awareness is all about story-telling. The selective narrative of your memory. The story of why the Sky Bully throws lightning at you. From the first, stories, even unspoken, separated us from the other, cooler beasts. And now we’re talking about the stories that define our nation’s popular culture – a huge part of its identity. These are the people that think those up. Working writers.

Storytelling is the most basic human need. What a great thought that is.

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At last!

Unidentified Earth 21 has finally been Identified! I suspect that part of the problem was that, as I admitted in a subsequent post, I had cropped the image of the location so that only half of the really famous part was showing, which made it harder, of course. Because I’m just devious, I’ll tell you what! Here’s the entire location:

Yup, it’s Stone Mountain, near Atlanta, Georgia. Hence the hints I dropped: “Tomorrow is another day”, a line from Gone With the Wind, set in Atlanta; an allusion to Atlanta’s water supply problems; “Quit stonewalling, people!”, a reference to Stonewall Jackson, one of the guys depicted in the carvings on the mountain.

So congrats to reader VMH, who earns fifty thousand Quatloos to be spent at Misty Max’s Den of Despair on Rigel Seven. (Interstellar transportation not provided.)

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Striker!

Roger has some good linkage relating to the Hollywood writers’ strike. SamuraiFrog also has some pithy observations, mostly relating to Michael Eisner, who said something dumb.

Obviously, I support the strike, for whatever that’s worth. (I imagine all those picketing writers suddenly letting loose a whoop and holler of delight upon learning that some blogger from Buffalo who gets about 300 hits a day is on their side.) Once you’ve read William Goldman’s books Adventures in the Screen Trade and Which Lie Did I Tell?, you quickly realize that Hollywood management is largely comprised of people who would steal the coins from a dead man’s eyes. So yeah, a pox on their house.

Pay your writers, guys. They’re why your actors have stuff to say when the camera’s pointing at them.

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Fixing the Prequels – The Phantom Menace (part two)

part one

As we continue fixing The Phantom Menace, we have reached the point where Qui Gon and Obi Wan have escaped death on the Trade Federation ship and are sneaking down to the surface of Naboo. There’s a scene where Queen Amidala speaks to Nute Gunray, and this scene is followed by the Queen conferring with her highest counselors. I would change none of this. I like the mystery here as it’s unfolding: the Queen’s belief that the ambassadors have arrived and commanded the Federation to make settlement, while the Federation insists that the ambassadors have never arrived. Likewise, the scene in the Naboo throne room is well done, and I’d leave that alone completely. Where I’d start tweaking things is when we reconnected with the two Jedi.

Remember, Qui Gon and Obi Wan have stowed away on separate ships and plan to meet somehow on the planet surface. Nute Gunray warns his battle droid captain that the two Jedi are no longer aboard the ship in orbit, and that they are therefore almost certainly stowing away. This sets up a bit of sneaking around for the Jedi, but this sneaking around didn’t happen onscreen, which is a bit of a pity. In reality, the original script has things going slightly differently as was filmed. As the droid army ships land, we see Obi Wan pop his head out of a pond, look around, and then disappear again beneath the water. Then we’d cut to the Viceroy warning the droid captain that the two Jedi have escaped the orbiting ship and are therefore likely on the planet. And after that, we meet Jar Jar Binks.

Okay. Before getting to specifics, let’s discuss Jar Jar in general. Basically, Jar Jar is probably the single most hated facet of the prequel trilogy. While I never hated him – in fact, I rather like him – he’s got some serious execution problems. He gets a bit too much screen time, and he’s almost uniformly the goofy screwball for the entire time, not getting a moment where he can just stand there are quietly talk until late in the movie, by which time it’s too late. So that’s a place to begin with fixing Jar Jar.

It’s also interesting to note that Jar Jar isn’t just along for the ride; he has a definite character arc, mainly in TPM but also in the remaining PT. Jar Jar is the annoying kid who screws up a lot, but who has a lot of heart and ends up doing fairly well by himself and by his people. Where Lucas errs, then, is in not showing us early enough that Jar Jar has quite a bit of potential.

When we first see Jar Jar, he’s among the creatures running wildly in fear away from the giant droid army transports that are literally plowing their way through the forests of Naboo. Qui Gon is among these creatures, and finds Jar Jar directly in his way. Jar Jar, panicking, grabs onto Qui Gon and falls down, dragging the Jedi master to the ground with him, where they lay still as the droid transport moves right over the top of them. How to make this better? Well, I’d show a dispirited, lonely Jar Jar wandering lonely through the woods, searching for food – maybe he’d find a worm and reject it for taste – when he’d suddenly note an animal running by…and then another…and another, until it’s a full-fledged stampede. Then he’d see Qui Gon coming.

After the droid transport passes, I’d revise the ensuing dialog a bit:

QUI GON: You almost got us killed! Are you brainless?

JAR JAR: I spake.

QUI GON: The ability to speak does not make you intelligent. Now get out of here!

JAR JAR: No! No…mesa stay with you. Mesa help. Mesa Gungan. Wesa warriors.

QUI GON: That won’t be necessary. Now go…

At this point, Obi Wan comes bursting out of some nearby vegetation, closely pursued by a battle droid on a floating attack vehicle. Qui Gon quickly dispatches the battle droid, and attention once again turns to Jar Jar. However, in the shooting script, there’s a bit that answers the question of why Obi Wan didn’t just destroy the battle droid himself. It seems that he got his lightsaber soaked and now the battery’s dead. I like this, and I’d keep it. Here’s the gist of what I’d do:

QUI GON: I see you’re wet…did you seal your lightsaber before going under?

OBI WAN: (sheepishly) I forgot, Master. I was near to being discovered, and —

QUI GON: Indeed.

He takes Obi Wan’s lightsaber and tries to ignite it; the blade fizzles and shorts out.

QUI GON: It’ll dry out in time, although it won’t work perfectly until you replace the crystal. Remember, Padawan, this weapon is your life.

OBI WAN: Yes, Master.

Reading through the shooting script, I find a lot of little touches that I really think would have enhanced the final product. I wish that George Lucas had been a bit more willing to indulge longer running times in the PT. Another benefit of including this bit would be to presage an exchange in the next film, and to further establish the teacher-student relationship between Qui Gon and Obi Wan.

Anyway, we move on to Jar Jar’s statement that the Jedi should go to the Gungan city, the hidden city. Here again I’d have Jar Jar point out that the Gungans are warriors. In fact, I’d drive this point home, the idea being that Jar Jar’s big problem is that he’s a failed warrior in a civilization of warriors. Other than that, I’ve always liked the entire bit with Jar Jar first saying that the Jedi should go to the Gungan City, then saying that he can’t take them there because he’s banished, and Qui Gon and Obi Wan manipulating Jar Jar’s fears to convince him to take them to the Gungan City after all: “Do you hear that? That is the sound of a thousand terrible things headed this way.” “And if they find us, they will smash us, crush us, and grind us into oblivion!” I like that exchange a great deal.

So we’re at the lake where Jar Jar points out that they are going underwater. Here again I’d have Jar Jar point out that the Gungans are warriors, maybe in noting that the Jedi shouldn’t expect a warm welcome – something like, “Gungans are warriors and no liking strangers, so don’t expecting a warm welcome.”

And as long as I’m going into detailed stuff about TPM, I frankly think that the first sight of the Gungan city, as they swim over an underwater cliff and see all those golden bubbles hanging there before them, is one of those beautiful sights that fill each of the Star Wars movies. That’s one of the visuals that makes me a Star Wars fan.

The scene with Qui Gon and Obi Wan requesting aid of the Gungan rulers doesn’t really work as well as it should. First of all, that facial tic of Boss Nass’s – the one where he suddenly shakes his head and wobbles his jowls back and forth – needs to go. I’m not really sure what that’s all about.

Second, the scene should play the differences between the Gungans and the Naboo up a little more, and again, accentuate the “warrior Gungans” thing a bit more:

OBI WAN: When the droids have taken control of the Naboo, they will come after you.

BOSS NASS: Wesa no think so. They not knowing wesa are here. And wesa warriors! We can fight them if they come.

OBI WAN: But you and the Naboo form a symbiont circle. What happens to one happens to the other. You must see this.

BOSS NASS: Dissen not true. Wesa no need the Naboo, wesa no care about the Naboo, and the Naboo no care about us. Yousa must leave now.

QUI GON: (waves his hand) Then speed us on our way….

And so on. When we get to Qui Gon’s intercession on Jar Jar’s behalf, I’d again alter the dialogue slightly:

QUI GON: What’s to become of Jar Jar Binks?

BOSS NASS: Hesa been banished three times, and hesa come back each time! So hesa to be punished.

I especially like here the benevolent smile Boss Nass gives when he indicates that Jar Jar is to be “punished”, followed by Jar Jar’s swallow of fear. The rest of this scene plays out all right, and then we’re into the whole transit through “the planet core”.

Now, I know that they’re not really going through the planet’s core. And I have no problem with that, OK? So no complaining about that. The entire underwater sequence of TPM has actually always been one of my favorite parts of the movie, and the only changes I would make would be mostly cosmetic. Jar Jar, for example, talks too much through the whole sequence.

There’s a line in the script that isn’t heard in the movie; Obi Wan asks of Qui Gon something like, “Master, why do you keep dragging these pathetic life forms with us?” I don’t know why that line got cut, since its echoing line later on the movie (on Tatooine) is still present. I suspect that it makes Obi Wan too much of an egoist jerk, but I’d rather that line have stayed. As they pilot the sub away from the Gungan City, something like this:

JAR JAR: Through the Core? In a bongo? Dis is nutsen.

OBI WAN: Why do we always end up with some pathetic life form tagging along with us?

QUI GON: All life is bound by the living Force, young Padawan, and even the strongest Jedi needs allies.

JAR JAR: Where we going?

QUI GON: You’re navigating, aren’t you?

JAR JAR: I no go through the Core in just a bongo! We get crunched dere!

QUI GON: Well then, the Force will guide us.

The sub steers into a deep hole, followed by a giant fish.

OBI WAN: Why were you banished, Jar Jar?

JAR JAR: Dis a longo tale but small part be…mesa clumsy.

OBI WAN: You were banished because you were clumsy?

Jar Jar looks sadder and sadder.

JAR JAR: Mesa never be Gungan warrior now.

In the actual script (and the film), Jar Jar goes on to describe some of the clumsy things he’s done. The problem is that it’s hard to understand what he’s talking about in the first place (what’s a “heyblibber”?), and it only serves to fill up some time while the big fish looms behind them. I think it works better if it’s just left at Jar Jar being clumsy, something we already know, and the unexplained nature of his banishment serves to better underscore his disappointment in himself (enhancing his character arc) and the manner in which he’s not representative of most Gungans.

Anyway, now the big fish attacks. I’d like to have seen this drawn out slightly before the even bigger fish attacks the big fish, freeing the sub. That said, Qui Gon’s sage observation that “There’s always a bigger fish” is a good line.

There’s a brief scene next on the bridge of the Trade Federation ship, where Nute Gunray reports to Darth Sidious that the invasion is going well. But he omits any mention of the Jedi who escaped, and when his second-in-command points this out, Gunray replies, “No need to report that to him until we have something to report.” I like this scene, and wouldn’t change anything about it.

Back to the sub, where they’re cruising along through the water when they lose power. I’d add an observation here as to the cause – “The smaller fish did some damage before the bigger fish got him, Master” – and then let it play out as in the movie. I like Jar Jar’s shrill panic, especially when the get the lights back on and find that they’re right in front of some other beastie. In fact, I’d have milked that a bit, and had Jar Jar’s shrieking go on a few seconds more before Qui Gon conks him out with the Jedi Nerve Pinch. (Well, that’s basically what it is, right?) However, instead of having Obi Wan say “You overdid it” – was Qui Gon not supposed to conk Jar Jar out? — I’d have Obi Wan simply say, with great relief, “Thank you!” For freakishly obsessive Star Wars fans, this would echo a similar moment between Han Solo, Princess Leia, and an incessantly-talking C-3PO in The Empire Strikes Back.

After they’d escape the second beastie to another bigger fish, I’d like to hear something like this:

QUI GON: We’re getting closer to the Naboo City. I can feel it in the Force.

OBI WAN: Good. I don’t know how many more bigger fish are going to save us, down here.

JAR JAR: (moaning from his sleep) Are wesa dere yet?

So there we have it: a beginning to the redemption of Jar Jar Binks. Next time, we’ll look at the invasion of Naboo, the rescue of the Queen, and the beginnings of Padme’s subterfuge.

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Unidentified Earth 23

Well, Unidentified Earth 22 went unidentified for all of a few hours, as I figured would happen. It is, indeed, Glastonbury Tor, one of my “Geez, I hope I don’t die before I see that” world locations. Fifty Quatloos to each person who got it right.

And I note again that Unidentified Earth 21 is still awaiting identification! Come on, people! Quit stonewalling! (And that’s another hint. Any more and I’m going to have to declare victory.)

Now’s the time for another entry. I suspect this one’s not terribly hard either, so have at it, folks.

Where are we?

(And please Rot-13 your guesses! One person forgot last week. For shame!)

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The siren call of a blank endpaper….

Sheila has a pretty wonderful link: the Book Inscriptions project. (As of this writing, the site’s not loading, but it was loading an hour or so ago, I swear!) The site posts images of inscriptions written in the fronts of books, typical of the kind of thing people write when they give a book as a gift. As Sheila notes, this sort of thing is like crack cocaine to a person like myself. Go have a look, when the site starts loading again.

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