Not Out of the Woods Yet
Not gonna say too much right now — don’t want anything to come back and bite me in the ass — but thank god for Disk Warrior.
Dispatches From the Front Lines of the Culture War
Not gonna say too much right now — don’t want anything to come back and bite me in the ass — but thank god for Disk Warrior.
I think Murphy, my PowerBook G4, is dead.
I am so not happy right now.
Okay, now that it’s almost over, I feel I can offer some explanation — today is the infamous “unnamed day of weirdness” in the Discordian calendar. So if you’ve been dealing with a lot of freaky shit today, you can chalk it up to us wacky Erisians.
Seriously. It was our fault. All of it.
Or maybe it wasn’t. Who cares? It makes a pretty damn good excuse — take advantage of it.
I can’t believe it. Finally, the goddess Eris, most often overlooked of the Greek pantheon, heavenly troublemaker, all-around cool chick and divine inspiration for the Discordian Society, is making it to the big screen. Portrayed (in animated form) by none other than Michelle Pfeiffer, in the upcoming Dreamworks feature Sinbad: Legend Of The Seven Seas. A couple of my old roomies didn’t particularly care for her, but I always thought they were out of their minds (actually, I’m pretty sure they were, but that’s probably beside the point).
Oh, sure, she’s technically the villain of the movie. But I understand they’ve got to make a few concessions to mainstream thinking. I still think the kiddies will get the point. After all, there’s no such thing as bad publicity.
Also in movie news, I got out to see The Matrix Reloaded this past weekend. While I had a number of criticisms (too much dependence on CG effects, a little unbelievable depiction of life in Zion), on the whole I enjoyed it immensely. Particularly after last year’s string of disappointing sequels — Attack of the Clones, Nemesis, Die Another Day — it’s nice to see someone getting it right (particularly on the heels of X2, another phenomenal effort). But what was most remarkable (well, for me, anyway) was the intertwining of the 23 Enigma among the rest of the philosophical musings. It starts right in the opening title sequence, in which a roll of digital numbers counts down to 00 before continuing to 23.
And on a completely unrelated note, I noticed an interesting solution to the whole gerrymandering issue, proposed in a Letter to the Editor by Joseph J. David in today’s Washington Post. Let a computer — which can ignore things like political affiliation, race, wealth, etc. — determine the congressional districts. At first glance, I can’t find a single rational argument against this system. In fact, I’d strongly suspect any politician who did object to it of being exactly the sort of corrupt scumbag we’d like to avoid. Maybe — should this idea actually start to gain feasibility — I’ll be proven wrong.
But right now, I seriously doubt it. I think I’ll see if there are any activist groups working toward this goal.
Wow, I can’t believe it’s been more than two weeks since my last entry. That’s by far the longest I’ve gone without saying something. Not that I haven’t had plenty to say — I could do a whole page on iTunes 4 and the new Apple Music Store (in a nutshell: Bravo, Apple!). But realistically, I’ve been far too busy even to take a couple of minutes to put together anything coherent.
Now, things are starting to calm down a bit. Oh, I’ve still got a million things on my plate, but the ones with hard-and-fast deadlines are completed (or nearly so, anyway). And my fears about losing my assistant have been alleviated (more on that in a moment). All in all, my stress level is starting to come down.
And as if the world was just waiting for me to reach that point, last week the Post served up a headline that was just too delicious to avoid comment. I don’t even think I can do it justice, so I’ll just encourage everyone to take a gander at the original stories. First, led by right-wing nut job Tom DeLay, the Texas legislature decided to do a little out-and-out gerrymandering; in this new era, when nobody’s even pretending there’s any civility between the two major political parties, the plan didn’t attract too much notice — it’s just business as usual for the Fascist party... I mean, the Republican party (same difference).
And then all of a sudden, the remaining Democrats in the Texas legislature decide to do something unexpected. They leave the state. While at first glance, this doesn’t seem like a smart move, it completely paralyzes the Texas House: Although the jackbooted Republicans clearly control the House, they need a quorum to conduct any House business — and the Democrats’ surprise departure denies them that. Naturally, being both Texans and Republicans, they started screaming in impotent rage, calling out the Texas Rangers to go bring in the missing Democrats (the asshole in charge, House Speaker Tom Craddick, issued an expectedly vitriolic statement as well). Only one small problem — the Rangers don’t have any jurisdiction outside of Texas, and the missing representatives turned up in Oklahoma. (For a while they thought they might be in New Mexico, prompting Patricia Madrid, that state’s Attorney General, to deliciously quip, “I have put out an all-points bulletin for law enforcement to be on the lookout for politicians in favor of health care for the needy and against tax cuts for the wealthy.”) In the end, there was quite a bit more attention drawn to the issue than before the Democrats’ principled stand.
In other news, the truth has finally leaked: The war in Iraq really was all about oil after all (although naturally, the Bush regime is trying to distance themselves from this uncomfortable truth). The plan — once that pesky U.N. can be convinced to roll over, play dead, and rescind their sanctions — is to have Iraq withdraw from OPEC. Since Iraq has the world’s second-largest oil reserves, this will destroy the cartel’s ability to regulate supply. Don’t get me wrong — I’ve got no love for OPEC — but I have this little thing about being lied to. In light of the annoying inability of Bush’s pawns to find any of the alleged “weapons of mass destruction” (a nauseatingly nonsensical spin-phrase I will use exclusively in quotation marks) — the only professed justification for going to war against Saddam Hussein — the administration is in serious backpedal mode. The sad thing is, with the average American having the attention span of an overly excited golden retriever, the bastards will probably get away with it.
Okay, here endeth the rant. On the personal front, it’s worth noting (see, I promised that I’d get to it) that Adam has now joined the video division full-time. So with any luck, I’ll be able to keep my head above water into the foreseeable future — not to mention being a little more regular in my comments here.
So I’m stuck in traffic this morning, listening to WTOP so I can hear the traffic reports (which, naturally, said not one word about 395 or the mixing bowl). And as is often the nature with WTOP, just about everything other than the traffic reports is depressing, war-related sound bites. Finally, realizing I’m never going to find out what’s behind all of the congestion, I switch over to WAMU, the local public radio station, just in time to catch a Morning Edition story on Carroll Spinney — better known as Big Bird and Oscar the Grouch (Spinney has penned a new autobiography, The Wisdom of Big Bird/The Dark Genius of Oscar the Grouch: Lessons From a Life in Feathers). And it wasn’t a quick, thirty-second blurb either, but a full story, covering Spinney’s early career, his pairing with the late Jim Henson on Sesame Street, and the death of actor Will Lee — along with Sesame Street’s decision to deal with that death directly (specifically Lee’s alter-ego, Mr. Hooper). Maybe it’s because I’m part of that first Sesame Street generation, but just hearing the story made me feel lighter, made my commute a lot less stressful — I don’t even remember the traffic once it began.
Don’t get me wrong — I’ll still be cranky today (especially considering that the encoding I left running overnight did not work), but probably a little less so than I would have been otherwise.
Been at the office all afternoon trying to export an hour-long video from Final Cut Pro, so I can bring it into iDVD, in order to have a disc master ready to send out tomorrow (for a project that’s been repeatedly put off since last year). And no matter what I do (at a minimum of half an hour per export attempt, plus two hours for MPEG-2 encoding), the file gets corrupted. Tonight, Pam and I were supposed to be celebrating our ninth wedding anniversary — postponed since the actual date of April 30 already; I guess we’ll try for next weekend.
In the meantime, I give up. I’m going home. Can’t say this was all a waste of time — since there wasn’t going to be something miraculous on Monday that would have prevented all these glitches — but I still feel like crap. I’ll let this latest attempt run overnight and try to pick it up in the morning. But for those of you who’ll see me tomorrow, please forgive a little crankiness.
First, the bad. I’m absolutely swamped at the office right now; I had thought that once we got the latest high-profile, firmwide video finished we’d be able to take a little break, but alas, it’s not to be. As I’m discovering, one of the downsides to being “management” is that I’m the one who has to do all of my staffing justifications — and unless I can show not only that I need the staff to finish the work but that the work itself is a higher priority than other projects, I’m losing my most tenured assistant. And then, on top of that little concern, my desktop machine’s gone haywire again, refusing to recognize several of the attached hard drives and neglecting to sync data on those it does see. Lessons learned: Apple’s Disc Utility isn’t the best at managing RAID arrays, and FireWire drives are temperamental beasts. I haven’t lost any actual data (at this point anyway), but I’m spending hours just trying to reconstruct the system to the point where I can work again. Hours I can’t afford in light of my staffing dilemma. We need to get a more stable, permanent solution in place, but it brings up the whole “how much is video worth” debate again — an argument that had been effectively settled, but rears its ugly head every time we need to make an additional equipment purchase.
It’s not that I can really take issue with being saddled with this responsibility — it is an inevitable consequence of the growth of the video function from a sideline to a mainstay. The loss of creative control I’d anticipated, but I feel a little... not really blindsided, but at least caught off guard. So that’s the explanation for the lack of substantive posting of late, and the probable lack into the immediate future.
Unless somebody in the Bush regime does something too stupid to resist comment again.
The good. Congratulations to the Lead Balloons — or three-quarters of them anyway — on a successful jump. Poor weather on Saturday necessitated postponing until Sunday; Courtney couldn’t make that time, so she’ll be going at the end of this month, but the other three (along with David’s brother-in-law, Curtis) all lived through the experience. I had debated going down with the girls to see them, but it would have been an hour-and-a-half drive each way. Some other time, perhaps.
And finally, the whimsical. There’s a local art event I’d like to call attention to. Erie sculptor David Seitzinger (father of the aforementioned Lead Balloon member) has an exhibit of “Wire Whimseys, Sculptures & Mobiles” running on Saturday, May 17 from noon until six at the Abigail & Lauder Greenway gallery. His work (what I’ve seen of it, anyway) is a fascinating array of eclectic styles, all extremely compelling. I strongly encourage everyone to attend. The gallery’s at 5721 Bent Branch Road in Bethesda, Maryland (at the corner of Bent Branch and Mohican Roads).