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Thursday, February 25th, 2010Beowulf
Thursday, February 25th, 2010
I’m not sure exactly what prompted me to put Beowulf on my Netflix list, but I’m glad that I did. It was thoroughly entertaining.
The entire movie is a CGI animation that doesn’t quite work – anyone looking at the characters sees them as so human that they are revolted by the imperfections of the images. It’s called the Uncanny Valley by robot creators, with some of very reasonable possible explanations as to why people are universally revolted by these near-perfect representations. In order to enjoy Beowulf, you need to ignore the impulse.
My favorite part of the movie (besides a nude Angelina Jolie, which has to top any male viewer’s list) was the mead hall that Grendal attacks in the beginning of the movie. While the speeches describe it as a grand hall, it really looks like a large wooden shack thrown up by near savage woodsmen in Scandinavia 1500 years ago—it basically looked really accurate. The castle that shows up later in the movie is a more typical, unrealistic Hollywood fantasy, but at least someone was thinking early on in the movie. I credit Neil Gaiman, though his input in the film may well have disappeared ten years before anyone started filming (animating).
I don’t know much about the original story. It never interested me like much older tales (Gilgamesh, the Bible, Homer). I always figured it for a Johnny-come-lately of the epic tales, interesting only for being in Old English. I’ll need to revise that opinion since discovering one of the premiere scholars of Beowulf was none other than J.R.R. Tolkien. An early Middle Ages tale of monsters, dragons and heroes. Does this sound familiar … ?
The Hurt Locker review
Friday, January 15th, 2010
Hurt Locker Poster - from a gripping moment early in the film
Gabi and I saw the Hurt Locker last night – wow. Great storytelling. The suspense starts within five minutes and builds in a very Hitchcock-like style. Minimal special effects. Great acting. Great staging. I hope it wins a few Oscars.
Star Wars Holiday Special
Wednesday, November 11th, 2009It’s that time of year folks! The 31st anniversary of the Star Wars Holiday Special! This was only the second broadcast/presentation of anything from the Star Wars universe, so it does deserve some attention. Personally, I like the commercials that pop up from the late 70’s.
The Holiday Special has received scorn from across Star Wars fandom, and it certainly is one of the worst video presentations of all time. Kinda funny that way.
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Sunday, November 8th, 2009
Saturday afternoon, I put Chitty Chitty Bang Bang on for the kids. I don’t think I’d seen it more than twice, and certainly not in the last 30+ years. But I did remember scene after scene, burned into my memory. And both the older kids were enchanted immediately. This is a movie which has aged extremely well. Highly recommended.
Toyota Forever
Saturday, November 7th, 2009
In August 2001, in the wake of a large sale of books from my publishing company to Walmart, I bought Gabi her first new car: the Toyota Echo. I was 38, she was 33. She’d never had a new car before; none of her friends had ever had a new car before. It was delivered in front of our house on Redesdale with 11 total miles on it. Gabi was ecstatic.
A functional, urban car with good gas mileage and excellent reputation for service and reliability. Three years later and pregnant with our second child Camilla, I bought Gabi a Ford Freestar Minivan. I inherited the Echo as my car.
I’m not a car guy. I don’t think my manhood is tied up with the vehicle that I drive, though it took me a long time to get here. I’ve owned a Mitsubishi Eclipse, two sporty BMW motorcycles and a 3 series BMW coupe. All of these vehicles got me from point A to point B just fine. Except for the motorcycles, none of them made me happy in any direct way. And all of them cost too much, which is OK when I’m making good money, but very much not so when I’m on the other side of the spectrum.
Why get a fancy car? Who are you trying to impress? I’m certainly not trying to impress girls anymore, and motorcycles were always better for that anyway. And look at this from the other direction – name me one person you look up to because of the car they drive.
I’ll wait.
I love the Toyota. It’s the cheapest car to drive I have ever owned. No repair bills in eight years, steady 35 mpg, tires are cheap (not like my brother’s Mini Cooper) and it gets me around OK. It’s a bit short on fancy electronics like a GPS or sound system, but my iPhone covers both of those just fine. I gave up my last physical office in 2002 (it was a nice one on Wilshire Blvd. in Los Angeles), so I don’t have a daily commute. The Toyota can sit for a week or more and not see any use. We put 5,000 to 6,000 miles on it a year now.
Assuming that I can get 200,000 miles off of it, I did some basic math. We’re at 61,000 miles now. We’ll hit 200,000 miles in 23 and a half years. I’ll be just turning 70 then. I can’t imagine a better deal on a car.
Neil Gaiman
Wednesday, July 29th, 2009Wow. I thought I was beyond the stage when I would suddenly discover a startling new author, with a full back catalog of unread books. Neil Gaiman is definitely such a writer. And the reason I missed him? He works almost exclusively in graphic novels.
After running into no fewer than three references to the Sandman series of graphic novels in a few days (“…the novel we’re reviewing here is not as good as Gaiman’s Sandman series from 20 years ago, but …”), I found it at the local library. Great stuff – Norman Mailer described the series as “a comic book for intellectuals” – and it’s true. References to Herodotus, Shakespeare, Dante, the great myths (in their original, unsanitized forms), Arthur C. Clarke and so many others, it would be hard to list them all.
But this is more than a collection of references – this is a living, breathing series that stands on its own (albeit, on the shoulders of giants). I spent a month reading through the full collection, and loved them all. Highly recommended.
Amazon link for Volume 1 of 11 here.
Intelligence and How to Get It
Thursday, May 7th, 2009This book was recommended by one of the economist blogs that I frequent. The author is a cognitive psychologist who bristles at the concept that 75% to 80% of intelligence is inherited. For all of the faults of the book, he gives very good data against this. The numerous problems in the book include:
- Reliance on IQ tests. Yes, Dr. Nisbett is very clear that IQ tests aren’t really numerical intelligence scores, though since they do track with individual’s incomes and perceptions of how smart another person is, (to say nothing of the fact there is no alternative) they are used here whilly nilly.
- In the second and third chapters, he closely tracks the data. He shows where the 75% to 80% figure comes from (separated identical twins) and why the data is wrong (selection bias of adopting families). This is the best part of the book.
- Unfortunately to flesh this to a book-sized document, he continues with three chapters of racial bias/statistics: IQ and Black Americans, IQ and Asian Americans, IQ and European Jews living in the US. None of these chapters hone closely to the numerical data, and are instead a patchwork of anecdotes and unsupportable conclusions (Asians are better because of their Confucian background, etc.). I’d like to applaud him for at least broaching this subject, but I think he steers too far away from hard data for it to be useful. (Personally, I’m with Jared Diamond on this – there is almost certainly no major racial difference in intelligence or, if there is, the New Guinea Highlanders are way more likely to be the smarter than educated Europeans or Americans – see Guns, Germs and Steel or The Third Chimpanzee.)
I’d hoped for a more closely defended book, though the first three chapters are really quite good. A moderate recommendation from me at best. I can boil it down to a simple phrase for you: “Intelligence (as defined by IQ testing) is somewhat hereditary, but not to a level higher than 50% of the final attained score. Health (prenatal, perinatal, and juvenile), education, home environment, extended environment and the like account for the other parts. Heredity may be much less than 50% of the factor involved.”
The reason I’m blogging this here (I don’t normally comment on mediocre books that I read, there are too many of them) is that the author discussed home environments of high-IQ families vs. medium-IQ families. He mentioned that not only do high-IQ families read to their children, but they also participate in discussions. Hmm.
I normally just read to the kids. I make a big show of it – lots of voices, making myself quiet or very loud, jumping when there is a lot of action, etc. But I never really talked much about the books afterwards.
Two nights ago, I was reading the Cat in the Hat to all three. Afterward, I asked if the Cat was a good person or a bad person. That was the only question that I had to ask. It’s like they’d been waiting for all these years for a chance to talk about the Cat in the Hat, but hadn’t had a chance to do it.
They went on for fifteen minutes about characters, who was bad, who was good, what they would or wouldn’t do. You couldn’t stop them. And I didn’t want to. It was a very educational moment. For me.
Lake Balaton
Wednesday, July 16th, 2008Lake Balaton rests in a warm, revered part of the hearts of every Hungarian I have ever met. It is a large lake, about 60 miles long and 5 miles across two hours driving distance from Budapest. It is here that everyone runs to escape the summer heat and humidity, and spend one, two or three weeks by the water. The lake bans private motor boats, so sailboats flit joyfully between each other like butterflies. Everyone enjoys memories of family vacations, learning to swim, and first loves from here.
In the communist era, official worker residences dotted the coastline. Once every couple of years, workers would get the chance to take their families to the lake for a week of swimming, fishing, eating and drinking. In the modern era, there are still a few holdovers from the past, but large parts of the lake’s development look more like Germany than the Black Sea. Groups of friends and family rent houses, spend weeks in the area seeing friends from all parts of Hungary encamped around the lake.
The average depth of the entire lake is just 10 feet. Most of the south shore is walkable out to a kilometer from shore. This makes for near-perfect beach and swimming fun for 3 to 5 year olds, of which we have two.
On Monday, we took a car ferry to the central peninsula on the north coast. The town of Tihany is simply beautiful.
It was here that we stumbled onto the Rege cafe (Rege Cukrászda), which is tied with Nepenthe in Big Sur, California for my favorite cafe/restaurant locations in the world.
I’m not generally interested in sweets, but my Black Forest Chocolate cake (lower right) was absolutely special.
The music video below has the song “The Balaton Summer”, which is a haunting tune that fully encapsulates the feeling of this place. It’s sung by one of Gabi’s favorite singers, and I knew it from her Hungarian iTunes collection. If we return for a summer in Hungary again in 2010, we will almost certainly take a house somewhere in Balaton and have at least a little Sunfish to go sailing on.
Gerbeaud
Tuesday, April 15th, 2008Gerbeaud is the most famous cafe in Budapest. The opening scene of the book “Prague” is here. As a proud member of the diaspora of Americans who moved to Eastern Europe in the early 1990’s, I can personally vouch for this book’s authenticity. The characters all ring absolutely true, as does the setting. I never finished the book; I didn’t want to. As long as I have not read the last page, the characters have not finished their journey and still live and breath, and I can yet come back to them. Lying there unfinished, it is among my favorite books of all time.
Gerbeaud, the cafe in the opening of the book, sits in the middle of Budapest’s most central square, at the start of the oldest subway in continental Europe. It’s a beautiful setting on a sunny day and great for people watching.
The cafe, with stairs to the subway in front.
Years ago, I read a restaurant review which stated that the quality of a cuisine’s desserts is inversely proportional to the capital’s distance from Vienna. And Budapest is spitting distance from Vienna! Note Baby Aaron waiting quietly, wondering when he gets his dessert.
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