Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Events occur in real time

I began watching 24 the other night since I had nothing else to do.  I am impressed with its integration of both mild domestic conflict and extreme international terrorism - a juxtaposition reminiscent of Spielberg films.  Or maybe Air Force One.  

24 is one of a number of shows that I can be fairly confidant I would enjoy, but haven't really watched yet...because, do I really need to watch another whole tv series?  These shows include Deadwood, Heroes, and Weeds.  I like to keep my television consumption limited to 2 shows at a time.  Right now, it's The Office and Fringe.  Not sure how 24 would fit in with this, but I didn't have to figure that out because hulu only hosts the first 6 episodes in season 1.

Fringe is pretty rough around the edges (pun), but I keep watching because it has potential.  I guess I see strong echoes of things I liked about The X-Files, such as a creepy/weird opening sequence where something strange happens that sets up the rest of the episode.  Also, there's a bit of intra-agency conflict, complete with a Skinner-esque authority figure.  The show also echoes Lost in that there's some overarching mysterious plot force that nobody understands.

But there are also some profoundly annoying things in Fringe, not least of which is Joshua Jackson.  His character is so unnecessarily frustrated by everything that you wonder how he musters the motivation and courage every day to face what he obviously must view as the innumerable daily injustices and minor obstacles involved in carrying out his existence.  He seems to be toning this down a bit lately, though.

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On a side note, I baked perhaps the perfect loaf of banana bread the other day.  As the caliber of my baking instruments has declined (this time I had no mixer whatsoever - I mixed with a fork and spatula), the quality of my baked goods has increased.

I've also been completely obsessed with Hank Williams for the last two weeks.  His songs are so unbearably sad, and yet so amusingly honky-tonk, that I don't really know what to do with them.  Seriously, why write another song about heartbreak, when this one has already been written?:

Today I passed you on the street 
And my heart fell at your feet
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You
Somebody else stood by your side 
And he looked so satis-fied 
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You. ... 

A picture from the past came slowly stealing 
As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you ... 
Then suddenly I got that old time feeling 
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You. 

It's hard to know another's lips will kiss you 
And hold you just the way I used to do 
Oh, heaven only knows how much I miss you 
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

My new best friend

Today I went guitar shopping, a fun activity I haven't done for probably 5 or 6 years.  I had low expectations when I set out.  I expected I'd end up with a cheap $300 yamaha guitar, like the one I had before.  But, after spending an hour in this small vintage guitar shop on a side street south of Market, I walked out with the above guitar - a beautiful archtop guitar dating back to the 30s or 40s.  I decided it was a good buy for a number of reasons.  

Archtop guitars have a brighter, less bass-y sound than normal acoustic guitars.  This works well for me since I'll mostly just be recording it, rather than playing it live; and my microphone tends to pick up too much bass.  They're also a little quieter, which will hopefully keep my downstairs roommates happy.  This guitar was actually very reasonably priced - almost as cheap as the Yamaha I expected to get.  Certainly beats paying $2000 for a Taylor or Martin or something.  And I really like the idea that I'm playing an instrument from the pre-war era, from when the guitar was not such a hyped up mass market machine.  You can see the wear and tear on this instrument, how many people probably played it before me.  It sounds old, in a great way.  And it looks more like a real instrument, like it belongs in with the violin or cello.

But, really, it is just so beautiful.  I tried to consider other guitars.  But I just could not leave this one there.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Falling Dreams

I was on the shuttle home today and I put on this album I bought yesterday of musical saw and guitar from the 20s.  There I was listening to the soothing music with my headphones, lazily watching the sun set over the mountains.  Obviously, I started falling asleep.  As I was just about to cross the threshold into full sleep, I had sort of a preliminary dream which culminated in me perceiving that I was about to fall somewhere.  And since this dream was preliminary and, presumably, my brain had not shut down my motor pathways, I naturally started awake very abruptly in a half-restrained flailing motion to stop myself from falling.

The woman I was sitting next to didn't say anything but she must've been pretty startled to see me flailing out after being completely silent and still for most of the ride.  I tried to act as if I'd gotten a mosquito bite or something, before realizing that was  a stupid idea.  So I just looked out the window and tried to be cool.  Another day on the bus, another person who thinks I'm a complete weirdo.

Friday, October 17, 2008

It's the truth

I've long suspected that Michelle Snow is the greatest writer among us - our generation, that is.  This sentence confirms it:  

"This was true pleasure trying to peel back the layers of taste and distaste that formed the flaky Baklava of my fanaticism."

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Q3

From here:

"'This is very encouraging to hear that they’re reigning in costs and not acting like the drunken sailors that they once were,' said Jefferies analyst Youssef Squali."

Figures.  I missed out on the drunken sailors.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Formula for Boutique Hand Soap

Name = 2-3 culinary & floral nouns strung together, perhaps with a comforting adjective (may or may not make sense in context)
Slogan = pleasant words with regard to hands, stern words with regard to germs.

Hypothetical Example:

Pillowy Hibiscus Butter
"Gently cuddles your supple hands,
while totally destroying the shit out of imminently doomed germs."

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

MacBook Bro

From apple's web page, announcing the new macBooks:

"There’s a story behind each part. Take the thumbscoop, for example. It’s the indentation that allows you to open the display. If the scoop is too deep, you put too much pressure on the display to open it. If it’s too shallow, you struggle to open the display. It may seem incidental, but if the thumbscoop is well designed, it makes the difference between a bad experience and a good one. The challenge of the thumbscoop was to create a crisply machined scoop that was still comfortable to use. The designers at Apple worked on hundreds of versions of the thumbscoop — even examining them under an electron microscope — to get it right."[emphasis added]

Come on.  Please.  I'm all about these new MacBooks, but, really?  I can't believe I read through that entire page, only to arrive at that claim.  WHAT POSSIBLE GOOD COULD ANALYZING A THUMBSCOOP WITH AN ELECTRON MICROSCOPE DO.  YOU REALIZE THOSE ARE USED TO LOOK AT PROTEINS RIGHT?  THAT IS ENTIRELY TOO MUCH MICROSCOPE POWER FOR WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT, APPLE DESIGNERS.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Lynx

Note: I updated my Live and Dead Lynx.  If anyone has any corrections/requests, let me know.  A Dead Lynx pronouncement from View Blog is a big deal, and I try not to wield the power too recklessly.

Financial FAIL, Presidential WIN

I finally got home internet access today.  Unfortunately, the technician had to use my computer to finish the setup - my computer with my desktop background picture of Fox Mulder in a speedo...  awkward...

In honor of me being once again plugged into the net world, I'm going to take this opportunity to lay out my thoughts on two of the biggest issues these days.

First is the financial crisis.  I've done my fair share of research.  I've read all the articles in the new york times and the economist.  I am a reasonably intelligent, rational person.  I don't understand this.

I'm not talking about on a practical level.  I understand that a housing and debt bubble burst - and that that means people were getting loans that they shouldn't have gotten, that they couldn't pay back.  And that that impacted a lot of more abstract securities that everyone else in the financial sector was trading with, based on those loans.  And that this sparked a lot of fear and uncertainty, which makes people divest.  Which has led banks and financial institutions to suddenly need cash that they thought they wouldn't need right now, and they can't get it because all the loans are bad.  And this has cycled into a spiraling miasma of fear and uncertainty, leading to the stock market crash this week.  [someone correct me if any of this is factually inaccurate - I'm just using this as a segueway).

What I don't understand is how humanity has created a system that responds only to its actions, but that behaves in ways that humanity doesn't want it to.  And that it's such a huge undertaking to fix it.  When you first look at the financial sector, you think it's a world of rock-solid metrics and fundamental analysis.  That's how it looked to me when I was in an investing club in high school.  But maybe I should have thought more about my prior investing experience, in the stock market game in elementary school.  Way back in 5th grade, I was on a team in this state-wide school game where students were given fake money to invest in stocks.  I invested in Iomega when it was in the low 10s, primarily because I thought the name was cool.  The stock proceeded to rocket to 60, split, and then hit 60 again.  I won the stock market game.

I still have trouble conceptualizing the relationship of stock price to anything measurable in the real world.  It seems to be one part tangible financials, one part news/hype, one part gossip, and then 2 parts human nature.  The stock market is far from alone in the canon of institutions plagued by human nature.  In fact, investment is a fundamental human action; always with associated risks and unintended outcomes.  Relationships between people can show the same kinds of complicated negotiations, investments, bubbles, and panics that the markets show.  Two people often don't intend to let one little thing spiral out of control, but it does, against both of their wishes.

So maybe the financial crisis does make sense.

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Second, is the election.  I have to admit I've been heartened by the news that Barack Obama is gaining in the polls.  I recently gave a lot of thought to what a President Obama would mean, and why he is important to me.  Most of the folks who attack Obama do so on two fronts: his policies and his identity.  For me, his policies are almost a non-issue.  And that is maybe not a long term good approach to making decisions about electoral candidates.  However, I feel that policy positions are given way too much credence.  What appeals to me about the candidate is that he seems incredibly smart and sensible.  I love that he explores nuance and tries to understand all sides of an issue.  Basically, I am drawn to what I perceive as his way of approaching issues.  And this carries a lot more value to me than a checklist of policy positions outlining an approach.  A checklist is a static document representing a static frame of mind.  That is not the way you tackle real, unexpected issues that arise.  Presidents do not expect the problems that ultimately confront them.  In 2000, we could not have guessed that the next president would face 9/11, Katrina, and this financial crisis.  So rather than picking someone based on what they say they will do on known issues, I prefer someone who tackles problems in a way that seems extensible and scalable to unexpected problems.  This idea is explored in this NY times article from almost a year ago, where one foreign policy expert says he was "impressed not so much by Obama’s policy prescriptions as by his temperament and intellectual habits. “He has,” Lake says, “the kind of mind that works its way through complexities by listening and giving some edge of legitimacy to various points of view before he comes down on his, and that point of view embraces complexity.” This awareness of complexity felt like a kind of politics itself and a repudiation of the Bush administration’s categorical thinking."

Obama's identity is also a frequently polarizing topic.  I suppose there's little to say regarding it - some on one extreme think he's an anti-American Arab Muslim.  Most people who view his identity negatively probably lean more towards the center, however.  And these folks most likely take politics a lot more personally than a lot of (young) people on the left.  They see a presidential race as having very tangible consequences on their own lives, so the overlap of a candidate's identity with their own identity is a very real factor.  I tend not to really believe that a president will have much effect on my own life - my job, my housing, my food, my friends, my art.  So a president's identity serves a different purpose in my estimation.  I like Obama because he represents a wholesale reorganization of American foreign identity.  The aforementioned article captures this sentiment nicely: "Obama’s supporters believe that his life story and the angle of vision it affords him hold out the possibility of curing the harm they would say we have done to ourselves through our indifference to the views of others and through the insularity of a president who seems so incurious about the world. There is thus an emblematic force to Obama’s candidacy. A President Obama, says Joseph Nye, the Harvard professor who popularized the term “soft power” to describe the capacity to gain support through attraction rather than force, “would do more for America’s soft power around the world than anything else we could do.”"  This is the arena where I feel a President matters most, the arena of image.  A President Obama would make "America" as an idea seem more palatable around the world.  And that is something that feels more tangible to me, that seems to impact me more.

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In a minor side note, I got an awesome rug today.  It matches my curtains, my comforter, my sheets, and it has my favorite color.  The.Perfect.Rug.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Laptops

My favorite thing about my new apartment is the tiny balcony/staircase that we have off the kitchen.  I am forced to sit on it to get wireless reception (as I am doing this very moment).  

I'm relatively new to the laptop computing lifestyle.  Even when I had a laptop in college, it never really left my desk.  And I've had a desktop for the last two years.  But, I think I could get used to this laptop thing; i.e. writing blogposts from balconies looking out over the city, etc.

All my boxes arrived yesterday!  It would have been a huge annoyance if they couldn't deliver them again - I probably would have had to figure out a way to drive over to the UPS store using zipcar or something.  So now my room is looking slightly more furnished, but still kind of silly.  I have a bed and then a lot of electronics and stuff on the floor.  My next 5 purchases on my way to fully furnished-ness, in order: 5x8 rug, desk, chair, dresser, tv stand, tv.