ET THIS, BRUTE!

Brutus and the conspirators cluster around Caesar, stabbing him repeatedly with their knives until he lies dead on the ground. Camera pans up to show the large and expanding pool of blood around him. Closeup on Brutus as he turns away, a look of grim achievement on his face. There’s a rustle behind him. Brutus slowly turns to look, and sees Caesar stumbling toward him, holding someone’s blood-soaked knife.

“ET THIS, BRUTE!” snarls Caesar, and plunges the knife into Brutus’s eye. Blood sprays out in slow motion. Caesar throws himself over a nearby parapet into a convenient chariot and gallops off, the surviving conspirators in hot pursuit.

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Readers retain less info from ebooks?

Found this comment on a Boing Boing thread interesting. The original post itself (well, the poster it references) is stupid, but it inspired some interesting comments.

Studies have shown that students who used ebooks and ereaders retained a lot less information than those who used print books (I work in an academic library at a university that took part in the study). Ebooks eliminate the tactile part of sense memory. That is, where you saw the text on a page, and how far into the book it was, and if there were diagrams or illustrations or figures on the page or opposite page all plays a huge part in how you recall information. That all becomes fluid and relative in ebooks. While ebooks might be convenient for carrying around large books, you lose all relationship to them. It all becomes just a stream of words on a screen.

I’ve definitely noticed this as a general feeling. I enjoy my Kindle, but I do feel a bit adrift on the sea of “words on a screen”. I do miss the direct spatial sense of where I am on the page and the tactile sense of where I am in the book.

Movies, February 2011

*** Mushi-shi
*** The Girl who Played with Fire
**** Downton Abbey
*** The Girl who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest

E and I saw the live-action movie of Mushi-Shi at SIFF a few years back and enjoyed it. This animated series was the original, which explains why the movie is sort of disconnected and episodic. In the series, each episode is largely standalone — a mystery which Ginko the Bugmaster must somehow figure out and solve by applying his knowledge of Mushi, the mysterious supernatural-ish creatures that come in all kinds of forms. It works pretty well in this form, and is exactly like the X-Files or House or any one of a number of TV shows where each episode poses a question that only the hero can solve. The animation is beautiful and some of the stories are interesting, insightful, or touching. That said, the whole thing wasn’t totally captivating; I often did something else halfway while watching the shows, and when my attention took me somewhere else and I didn’t finish the series, I didn’t mind that much. I may even watch some more episodes here and there, if there’s nothing else on.

We watched the first “Girl Who…” movie a while back. I wasn’t crazy about it, thought it was more violence-against-women than I really needed to watch more of. E, however, wanted to check out the other two, and I’m glad we ended up watching them. These two, the third in particular, stepped away from the gratuitous violence of the first movie and were more about Lisbeth’s history and the politics and conspiracies linked to it. The third really got to a long-craved moment of catharsis that was well set up by the whole series, back to the first movie.

Downton Abbey continued our BBC-period-miniseries festival and was outstanding. We liked it a lot. Hugh Bonneville is awesome and the other people too.

Movies, January 2011

*** Crazy Heart
* The Ten
*** The Way We Live Now
*** The Savages
** Leonard Bernstein: the Unanswered Question, six talks at Harvard
*** The Men who Stare at Goats
*** Exit through the Gift Shop

I liked Crazy Heart a lot more than I expected, given my lack of interest in alcoholism or country music, but it just worked and I got sucked in and enjoyed myself. Jeff Bridges as great. The surprise appearance of Colin Farrell as the country superstar helped as well.

I started watching The Ten, couldn’t even get through the first story. It was horrible.

The way we live now was part of our ongoing film series of literary costume dramas in miniseries form produced by the BBC or A&E. Also part of our ongoing Matthew Macfadyen series; he’s been very busy with the costume dramas in the last decade. I wish I could say it was also part of a Shirley Henderson series, because E and I love her, and we really should find some more stuff she’s been in. The BBC costume miniseries is almost the perfect thing for watching at home on DVD or netflix instant: long enough to be complex and sophisticated and keep you occupied for a while, but not so long you get sucked into a months-long commitment like a multi-season HBO series. Anyway, this one was quite good.

The Savages was good and seriously grim. I mean, middle-aged people dealing with their declining father, and also their own screwed-up lives. What could be more fun? Laura Linney and Philip Seymour Hoffman were great, and the movie was very good, but depressing as hell.

I wanted to like the Bernstein lectures more. The ones I watched were a little snoozy in places (though it could be that I only found time to watch them late at night, and I was doing it rather than sleeping). The bigger problem for me was his struggle to assemble a theory of music that is based on contemporary (in the 70s when he gave the lectures) theories of linguistics. Clearly, he’d spent some time learning about these linguistic theories, but at the same time the analogy didn’t end up seeming very useful. Aside from a convenient way to explain a few basic concepts, he didn’t seem to use anything from linguistic theory that actually helped make the musical theory more understandable, either to the lay audience or (I’m guessing) to someone deeply knowledgeable about music who wanted a new way to think about why some things are “good” music and some are not. Instead, he just ends up spending a good 1/3-1/2 of each lecture explaining a bunch of linguistics that is mostly irrelevant. I’d like to see more Bernstein lectures where he just tries to explain music on its own terms, or even just talks about what he likes or finds interesting; he didn’t need the linguistics analogy to be interesting or understandable.

The men who stare at goats was really funny but I think I wanted it to just be nuts. And after a while, it wasn’t. By the end it seemed kind of pedestrian. I wanted it to just go over the top and stay over the top and then either end with over the top or end with someone being clearly 100% nuts. Still, it was kind of funny.

I kind of half-watched most of Exit Through the Gift Shop, and it was pretty entertaining. I get the whole thing about how it may or may not be a hoax and how it almost doesn’t matter, since either way it’s pretty much a satire and finger in the eye of the art scene. Or something. So that’s nice.

Books, February 2011 (The Patrick O’Brian Special)

*** Patrick O’Brian – The Yellow Admiral
**** Patrick O’Brian – The Hundred Days
**** Patrick O’Brian – Blue at the Mizzen
** Patrick O’Brian – 21: The Final Unfinished Voyage of Jack Aubrey

I finally made a push to finish the last three books of the Aubrey/Maturin series (21 doesn’t really count, being an unfinished fragment). A number of reviewers have described O’Brian as one of the finest writers in English (up there with Jane Austen), and this series as one of the best and longest-running novels ever written. With that in mind, I was a little worried about having the story feel unfinished, since I knew that O’Brian had died before completing 21 (and, for all I know, had contemplated writing many more). However, whether deliberately or not, Blue at the Mizzen, the last complete book, makes an almost perfect ending to the whole series. The last three books are excellent, and they form a story arc that wraps up in Blue, and that nicely caps the whole series. The overall driver to the story has always been the war with Napoleon; in these books he is exiled to Elba, escapes, and then is finally defeated at Waterloo. Jack’s part of the story has largely centered around his first passion: the British navy and his advancement through the ranks toward admiral, along with his many victories and setbacks. In these books, he first fears that he will be “yellowed” (passed over for promotion) and then, finally, achieves his dream, becoming an admiral and flying his blue pennant from the mizzen. Blue ends with him on his way to lead a squadron as admiral. A central thread in Stephen’s story was always his relationship with Diana. In these books, she dies, he almost loses the will to live from grief, and then he ends up courting Christine Wood. Christine is beautiful and intelligent, and unlike Diana a compassionate and considerate person. A marriage to her would be opposite the tempestuous one he shared with Diana. Blue ends with Stephen still unsure of her answer, but gaining confidence that she will accept as he goes to meet her. I already started rereading the series last year, and imagine I will read these books many times more. O’Brian really is an amazing writer, he’s created a wonderful set of characters, and the series is one of the best and most engrossing I’ve ever read.

Books, January 2011

*** Leonard Bernstein – The Joy of Music
*** Robert E. Howard – Bran Mak Morn

The Bernstein was very interesting and enjoyable, but I think I benefit more from Bernstein when I can hear him working through the music he’s talking about, as in his lectures on video.

Bran Mak Morn was very good, being full of Picts and Celts and Vikings all battling their way through the British isles. The basic grounding is historical, but from that basis, Howard goes in all kinds of fantastic directions. The storytelling and writing are definitely more grounded and less purple than his Conan books, and I enjoyed most of the stories.

Movies, December 2010

*** Archer (season 1)
* Afro-Samurai
** The Tick
*** The Fellowship of the Ring
*** Cowboy Bebop (episodes 1-5)
* Dr. Who
** MI:5
**** Black Swan

Remember Coach McGuirk from Home Movies? Well the same guy voices the title character in Archer, and the show is sort of like Coach McGuirk becomes a much better-looking international spy. So the result is pretty funny. I’m looking forward to the next season.

Afro-samurai is such a dumb-sounding name (and looked so ridiculous, like a parody of a stereotype) I figured it had to be pretty good or it would have been laughed out of town. But I couldn’t get very far into it. Maybe it is pretty good, but it just seemed like a parody of anime combined with a parody of blaxploitation, but taken seriously. Not good.

The tick was sort of funny but just… I don’t know, I wasn’t in the mood for that brand of goofy (and its low-budget bad-actingness), so I didn’t continue beyond a couple episodes.

For some reason, I got a craving to watch The Fellowship of the Ring again. And again, it was a fun adventure but my god some of the acting (hi, Gimli). And then there’s Hugo Weaving as Elrond; at the time, The Matrix was pretty recent and it was hard to see him as anything other than Agent Smith, which was just not right. Well, almost ten years later, he still just isn’t right. And then there’s my favorite, the chubby elf (Haldir, I think). The elfy hair just does not look good on a pasty, chubby man. I think since the third movie came out, the tendency has been to see these as some kind of modern epic classic, but I think, on the whole, they’re just what they are: big hollywood action movies. Enjoyable, but pretty quickly forgettable as soon as you leave the theater, without a whole lot you need to chew over in your mind. That about describes how I feel about the books, I suppose (one of the main things worth chewing over being the exact nature of Tolkien’s views on gender, race, and good/evil) , though I know some people think otherwise.

I first watched the whole Cowboy Bebop a few years ago, after hearing how great it was. I enjoyed it but was not blown away. Recently, I read most of the Overthinking It series on Cowboy Bebop (plug: I love Overthinking It), which made me want to re-watch the whole thing with my new deeper Overthought understanding. And this time around… I enjoyed it but was not blown away. Bebop is good and interesting and well done, and there are many things about it to enjoy or appreciate. Stokes’s articles rightly point out a number of those things; but most of what he focuses on were less things to be directly enjoyed than things to chew over afterwards. I might enjoy debating the meaning of Bebop with others who were watching them, but I watched them alone, and they didn’t end up adding a whole lot to my watching experience. Perhaps if I had literally studied them right before watching, but I don’t watch movies in order to have additional homework. This is not a knock on Stokes and Overthinking It: I literally enjoyed reading his articles more than I did watching the actual show (again, this is why I plug Overthinking It). But I did not feel like going through Bebop again and gave up after a couple of discs.

E and I decided to try out the recent Doctor Who reboot and did not get very far into it before deciding it looked awful and we couldn’t bear to go on. Deliberate or not, it seemed to exactly reproduce the cheap & cheezy feel of the original, and I don’t have enough nostalgia for the original that that interests me. MI:5 also failed to win us over. We might give it another shot, since people say it’s so good, but the first episode at least just was not that interesting and we were not particularly interested in sticking around to see what these people did next.

I’m not even going to try and review Black Swan much, beyond saying that E and I both thought it was terrific. I know some people think it was awful and some think it was glorious camp and unintentionally funny, and many don’t particularly like Aronofsky’s work (I liked Pi, but hated Requiem so much I hadn’t seen any more of his movies until now). There’s no question it was melodrama, but the thing about good melodrama is that if you accept it and enter its world, it can be very compelling. I entered Black Swan’s world completely and found it “holy shit!” worthy.

Oscars Party Menu

Cocktails
Anisette Bening

Snacks
Ruffles have Bridges
Mark Ruffleos
Darren Pretzelnofskies
Crispian Kale

Salad
Jesse Eisenberg Lettuce Salad with Shaved Jeremy Fennel and Javier Bacon Lardons

Soup
The King’s Beets, Geoffrey Russian Style

Mains
Natalie Porkmans
James Franc’n’beans
Roasted David O. Brussels Sprouts
Joel and Ethan Coen on the Cob, with Salt

Afters
The Cakes are All White
Nicole King Dons
Selections from our Helena Bonbon Cart
Lady Finchers

Oldman

optic: lol http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyfbRz4ObFY
optic: love that scene
luna: gary oldman rules
optic: EVERYONE
luna: i especially loved gary oldman in the fifth element
optic: i felt like his role in leon and his role in the fifth element were pretty much the same role with slightly different props
optic: who is dumb enough to make a nefarious deal with a giant ever-expanding maw of pure dark evil chaos
optic: or whatever
optic: i mean, how can that possibly end well
luna: agrd
optic: if i ever am running my own company and need to call an all-hands meeting, im using gary oldman
optic: depending on how much money the company has, possibly the actual in-flesh gary oldman
luna: i would use alan rickman
luna: now i have a machine gun. ho-ho.
luna: best line ever?

Books, December 2010

*** Drew Magary – Men with Balls
** Michael Tunison – The Football Fan’s Manifesto

I started reading the football blog Kissing Suzy Kolber a few years ago. It’s really more of a humor blog that takes football as its material than an actual football blog, though you might occasionally learn something about football by accident. Anyway, it’s pretty funny and a couple of the founders have written books, both of which I read this month. Magary’s book is a guidebook for the professional athlete, full of advice about how to manage your fame and fortune. It’s pretty funny, an entertaining way to pass some time, though not really as funny as his best stuff on KSK and Deadspin. Tunison’s book is a guide to being a fan, also funny but with, I think, a serious core — I’m pretty sure he believes in some of his rules and disdains those who don’t. Anyway, I didn’t find his book nearly as funny (again, not as good as his work on the blog) — somewhat predictable humor and some setups with disappointing punchlines.