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July 16, 2007

Socially activist movies

During the past week we happened to rent both “Blood Diamond” and “Fast Food Nation”. It was hard not to notice that these two movies were a little different from the movies with people dressed in leotards pretending to be bat-men or comedies involving Will Farrell as an incompetent (insert weird profession here). I liked both movies but they both had within them some deep political agendas to educate people about issues we would normally be blissfully unaware of spoon-fed as drama with brand name actors and musical stars. In the case of Blood Diamond the basic message within the action packed drama was that the DeBeers family controls the diamond industry as a cartel and that nice rock that westerners are paying $5-$20K for as a down payment on a wife is the source in a land far away of children being recruited to becoming soldiers and countless victims of machine gun fire in senseless wars. The Fast Food Nation thesis was something similar but in this case more about how we are so divorced from the source of our beef that we don’t appreciate what happens on the killing room floor, who is suffering in substandard conditions to bring the food to us (illegal immigrants), and that our food probably has a lot of cow dung mixed in with it because nobody cares to police it that hard. In this case the meat packing giants replaced the DeBeers family.

So I make a couple of observations from the spoon feeding of this information to me. The first is that I, like most folks of my generation, no longer actively seek out this sort of information. I go to my regular source of information/entertainment, Hollywood Video, and consume whatever they give me. In order to communicate social issues to me you need to package them in a format that I can digest, usually something with a love affair between Jennifer Connelly and Leonardo DiCaprio with lots of explosions and body count. I can also sit through seeing that guy from the Seventy’s Show, Greg Kinnear, and Bruce Willis.

But the other more obvious fact is that there is something that hasn’t quite been worked out in the modern world in terms of balancing the supply chain with old-fashioned ethics. It seems that given the world of corporations and the need for profit established in a capitalist society, connected with the public’s need not to know dirty details about the sources of their consumer products, it is more than likely that the suffering by some will be created inadvertently by the consumer machine. This was unlikely to have been as much of a problem in a world where travel and transportation was more restricted. That is a highly ironic fact given that many people thought that the birth of international travel was a great peace keeping event. So I’m hoping that the next generation is getting fed proper visibility into the repercussions of their lifestyle so that actions of consumers, myself included, can be somehow directed to lead to ethical supply systems. It may be impossible to do but the alternative… that’s what we have now and it isn’t working ideally in some cases.

April 08, 2006

Crazy people playing sports in modern cinematic art

I have been watching a number of movies and television series that involve mentally ill people. The list includes Quills (involving the Marquis de Sade) and the latest episode of Lost where Harley is in a mental institution with an imaginary friend who makes him compulsively eat. What I have noticed as a general trend in videos involving the mentally handicapped is that generally they include a scene involving an incompetently played sport. For example, Ben Stiller playing frisbee with a catatonic schizophrenic and hitting him in the face every time. Or in the Lost episode, a basketball game where the player just slams the ball into the ground when he gets to the basket. Even in the Quills movie when the inmates are getting ready for a play they have a strange quasi ball game that they are playing incompetently. So apparently it is nearly impossible to see a movie with mentally ill or retarded people in it without a weird sports scene. Hollywood requires it in order to get the script past the editors. So this goes as a challenge to any rogue screen writer looking to make a script involving crazy people. Try making a script without the scene where they bonk the Down syndrome kid repeatedly on the head with the ball.

January 19, 2006

Old unimplemented hypercrit idea

I had this idea about a year ago. I am filing it under things I'll never continue working on.
Among the areas that made this less appealing were competitors and I think that I was going to mainly copy a site that focused on doing this for books called allconsuming.com

Hypercrit – thoughts

Mission: To create the largest independent online rating system for media and high-tech products for the community of bloggers.

The system will need to have a source data set of items that can be critiqued. To begin with it can be a basic database of items like any publicly available database of movies or even a way to allow people to find an item on Amazon and import the item.

The business model is that there are many companies today that have a large inventory/database of products that seek increased mind-share among consumers. These companies include online merchants such as Amazon.com, Netflix, and itunes as well as content providers connected to the specific industries like CNET for hardware. This list could also be expanded to organizations like comparison shopping engines like PriceGrabber and Froogle. Many of these organizations thus far have mainly built their own rating and recommendation engines into their systems.

This is fine but may not be the model preferred by bloggers to rate and recommend products because the content does not result in information included into their blog. By creating a blogger friendly tool for publishing ratings to individual blogs that includes their promotional objectives a business model can be reached that allows bloggers to achieve affiliate revenue or credits from these companies for driving traffic and it allows the online merchants to drive increased consumption through them as a channel. The central hub for opinions can also be a source to drive increased mind-share for the vendors.

In order to get the blogging community interested in a tool existing blogs with strong influence could be targeted directly as well as the major blogging tools (Movable Type, blogger, etc.) Specific early champions of the tool would be critical in the process.

Constituents

Bloggers:

  • Publish reviews and ratings of products
  • Improve look and feel of blog entries for ratings/reviews
  • Simplify the process of publishing or re-publishing ratings
  • Drive increased blog traffic through active rating
  • Have ratings included in a central repository
  • Link to other blogger opinions
  • Find other bloggers with similar opinions
  • Achieve affiliate revenue/credits from vendors

Merchants:

  • Sell more products
  • Increase traffic on specific items
  • Syndicate relevant blog content
  • Achieve new affiliate revenue from actively publishing bloggers
  • Increase sales within blogger communities

Comparison shopping sites/publishers:

  • Increase traffic
  • Achieve new affiliates from actively publishing bloggers
  • Add relevant content from syndicated blogs

Non-blogger consumers:

  • Quickly obtain reviews
  • Learn more about reviewers through blog entries
  • Quickly link to products for use or from merchants from blog entries (e.g. add to Netflix queue, get showtimes, compare prices, etc.)

Content producers (media companies – movie makers, book publishers, etc.)

  • Drive increased consumption of listed media
  • Achieve faster time to market for new media items
  • Access the influential independent “blogger” press

Competitors

EPinions could rapidly do this

October 22, 2005

Birthday boy now waiting for the girl

Today is my birthday.

This week was more waiting for the birth of the baby. I don’t expect Madeline to come before her due date on Halloween but it is something always in the back of my mind. I have had some nifty little anxiety nightmares. In one nightmare Sarah had called me saying she was going into labor and then when I went to go to the hospital where she was I ran into a ton of problems including:

a)I needed to drop off Jeremy in some complex way so I had to use a taxi but because of dream oriented car swapping issues the taxi driver ended-up driving my car.

b) When I went to go inside to a party I couldn’t find my shoes
c) My cell phone was not my current cell phone but instead my old cell phone that didn’t have Sarah’s phone number on it
d) The taxi driver disappeared and couldn’t be reached when I came out of the party
e) When my car with the taxi driver in it finally arrived the entire rear-end of the car had been totaled because he had driven it like a mad-man.

The other nightmare was much simpler. I had to take a math test with four questions and I had two hours to take it at home because it was a take-home test. The content of the test was beyond my knowledge of calculus and differential equations so I never made it past the first question even though I started an hour early.

So I have some background anxiety coming from a combination of the baby, work deadlines, and an analyst presentation that I gave on Wednesday morning. The good news is that the mice have moved out of my nightmares. I got plenty of helpful mouse removal advice ranging from calling an exterminator, a strange bucket solution that many people like to talk about where the mouse jumps into the slippery bucket with water in it and can’t climb back out the side. The two variants of the bucket solution include drowning the mouse in a pool of water and just leaving them trapped at the bottom of the bucket. I didn’t resort to anything more than the traps because it appears that the traps didn’t catch a mouse and that the cleaning out of the toaster oven was a major deterrent to reduce the incentive to climb onto the counter in the first place.

The week in movies for us was an odd hodge-podge. I found on Monday night that Hotel Rwanda was a good way for me to reduce my concerns about my own life. If you aren’t being hunted down during an ethnic cleansing where people kill each other with machetes that the UN isn’t putting a stop to then you probably shouldn’t worry too much about your problems. But then we watched Monster In Law. That was a terrible movie. The week ended with two screenings of adult film history, The Legend of Ron Jeremy and The People Vs. Larry Flynt. I was surprised at how much the edited out any X rated content from the documentary on Ron Jeremy. The Larry Flynt movie is among the better movies with free speech as a central theme. It was much less preachy and awkward than the Majestic.

I had been listening on the radio by accident to some right wing talk about how they are pissed off about sex education being included in school curriculum but school prayer being counted out of the curricula. They want to be given rebates to educate children their own way if they don’t want to get inculcated with the public school system’s values. I saw both sides actually. A more interesting commentary came when a liberal guy mentioned that the religious right serves the function of providing a community for their constituents and if the religion is a side effect rather than fighting religion folks who want to battle the religious nuts should focus on how to provide similar functions of community without the religious stuff because you can’t replace the bad stuff without continuing to provide the good stuff. It’s a tough problem. I would like to see better organized secular communities but in general people tend to form broad communities (not like people who knit) around race and religion. The only likely place to start in modern society would be some combination health club combined with a social organization that plans activities.

September 21, 2005

Prozac Nation

Sarah and I watched the movie Prozac Nation last night. I had picked it up off the shelves based on the strength of Christina Ricci. I enjoyed her earlier in her career as a dark young female character in The Ice Storm, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and the Adams Family. The idea of some Prozac depressive sounded like a good continuation of the role for her. The opening scenes had her sitting naked in her room talking to her mother, which was a treat, but I could already see that Ricci had gotten older and either for the role or to please the Hollywood crowd she had gotten dangerously anorexic thin. While I may be deluded in my memory I had always liked her partially because she was a little chubby.

The real disappointment in Prozac Nation was that it was boring. I didn’t read the original Cynthia Wurtzel book that was an international best seller but the movie was a very self-indulgent journey by the autobiographer that didn’t show a very deep exposure of the author. The boring and painful to watch structure of the movie made me wonder whether the original book sold because of the content or because the title was marketed to 30 million Prozac takers, their family, and friends by Eli Lilly, the pharmaceutical company pushing Prozac. The content also had an unexpected shortening from when Ricci went onto Prozac and the ending when she finally got back to writing and everything was honky-dory. While she had a cry for help suicide attempt in front of her therapist that might have appeared as an attack on the safety of Prozac, the general message seemed to be “use Prozac, it works great if you got troubles like I do.” So I had to wonder if the Eli Lilly Corporation had a hand in turning a troubled life into a two hour Hollywood infomercial for a brand name pharmaceutical. Fluoxetine is off patent with generics available anyways so it really should have been retitled Fluoxetine Nation if it wasn’t going to be a Prozac advertisement.

Watching the trouble for the main character made me think and worry about how tough it might be to have some mental health issues with Madeline. When I look around at myself, Sarah, and our families I can see bits and pieces of mental health issues that look biological to me and make me worry that we could recombine our genes in a way that leads to a troubled child. I wish I could rule things like depression, manic depression, or obsessive compulsive disorders out as possibilities for my baby. There was probably a good reason that I was rejected as a sperm donor a few years back. I had checked a box labeled “family history of manic depressive illness” in the questionnaire. They said the sperm swam and were normal but they cut me loose after a test donation so I believe that the survey was it. If they were worried enough to reject a donation then what am I really getting into on my own?

I guess a father starts worrying about things like this before his children are born. Aaron said today that bringing home a new mother who is different in many ways than the wife you know is more of a shock than bringing home the new baby. I am now finding that there is already the added shock of myself evolving quickly into a new father. It is already starting with the new throbbing node of worry for the welfare and happiness of my child working overdrive in my mind. The father is arriving inside of me and I found Prozac Nation generally nauseating because of it.

September 19, 2005

Wedding Wars III: Revenge of the Gifts

Sarah and I went out on the town yesterday afternoon following a lazy morning where we looked at our navels, hers is almost an outee at this point, and eating outside in the backyard at Devlin’s. They had some trouble with the second order of Mojitos because they didn’t have enough mint to make the drink so they had sent someone out to the market to get more mint. They also didn’t have the ingredients for a virgin pina colada at first but upon learning of Sarah’s state they managed to whip a good one together.

In the afternoon we happened to have a gift that we needed to bring to Crate and Barrel from the wedding because we had a duplicate gift. We also had to purchase three wedding gifts for the multitude of weddings that we are going to or have already been to recently. It so happens that all three soon to be blissful couples all were registered at Crate and Barrel. After going through some shenanigans at the counter because we only had half the gift we were looking to exchange we determined that the other half was attempted to be delivered but because of our extreme paranoia of front entranceway thieves we hadn’t signed for it and they had gotten it back in the shipping department. We then proceeded to purchase three partial sets of three different china patterns. The Asian couple, Jason and Kathy, had chosen a nice Asian looking pattern. The two Caucasian couples had both chosen Caucasian patterns.

Upon leaving the store with two ready wrapped gifts and one to be shipped we were off on a quest to see Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith. At first we tried the Chestnut Hill mall but then we moved onwards to Fenway and despite there being a game that we had expected was at 2PM but was really at 7PM we were able to make our way into the theatre in time to see the previews for the Narnia chronicles. They look like they’ll be awesome.

While I am not sure if the Star Wars movie was going to give children who watch it nightmares, I did have a nightmare last night. Children would most likely have nightmares because of the scene when Aniken kills all the younglings. That’s a gruesome thought for a youngling looking to buy some action figures, even ones that can be melted on a summer grill to change from Aniken to a pre-bionic surgery Darth Vader. My nightmare may also have been influenced because I watched the movie Team America World Police the night before. The highlight and potential problem for small children in Team America was the scene where the marionettes are involved in a graphic sex scene including over seven positions. The dream also could have been influenced by the scene in Team America where two marionettes were eaten by black house cats called cougars due to the scale. The final problem may have been the many radio reports of the theft of thousands of credit cards.

The nightmare was as follows. I was walking in the neighborhood at night after camping with Falkoff. It was a nice night but very dark. Unfortunately it was so dark that I couldn’t see in any direction. I was essentially completely blind but I could tell I was in front of a house and standing on a sidewalk. Because I was frustrated by this I decided to lie down on the sidewalk. A few minutes later a police officer was standing over me and wondering why I was lying on the ground. He took me for a drunk vagrant even though I explained that I had laid down because I was unable to see in any direction and couldn’t find my way home. He walked me into the back of a house with a kitchen full of surly looking characters that I assumed were all criminals. He then showed me by unclamping the device holding my hands together that if I did unclamp it that alarms would go off. My first thought on entering this world was that it would be an interesting time for me to learn about this underclass of people who had been arrested. The police officer then left and the surly people started asking me a few questions. I admitted that I wasn’t there for any dangerous offense but instead for having slept on public property. I could tell that they were all there for doing deeds like stealing, raping, and murdering. Then one of them grabbed me and took off my pants. I was then pulled into another room and into a van with a window in it so we could see back into the original room. A group of us had all been pulled into this large van. Watching through the van I could see that the criminals were opening my pants and looking at my wallet. Inside my wallet normally wouldn’t be much exciting. Some old receipts, less than $200 in cash, two credit cards, and a lot of useless identification. I then realized that Sarah had given me all of the wedding checks and my wallet was full of tons of money that if they took the checks it would be impossible to piece the money back together and these thieves could probably figure out how to get the money from some of the checks that looked like travelers checks. I was in total shock, indignant, frustrated, and pantless.

So I awoke in the middle of the night with a shot of adrenaline running through me.

My thoughts on the Star Wars movie are as follows:

I didn’t buy the conversion of Aniken to Darth Vader. It was too simply played and I should have had more empathy for the decision. I had hoped that he would have done it in a moment of passion about Padome but instead it was in a moment of passion about the Darth Sidius/Senator and I just couldn’t see how he would suddenly throw his life to the dark side. There were plenty of areas to work with that could have made this possible since the movie pitted democracy against a dictatorship heavily and did a terrible job of providing the reality of why dictators choose to become dictators. The bottom line is that people become dictators to protect their kind (similar race, religion, etc.) because they find that democracy when corrupt has a tendency to discriminate terribly against minority. Democracy also tends to fail in the wake of a challenge from someone who acts decisively through force when the protectors need to respond. So in the case of the Sudan there can be genocide for months or years but the United Nations when split on keeping peace can leave people to fight against each other. Imagine the pain of being on the side of having your family raped and killed because nobody could make a decision. Aniken had these sorts of areas, a mother raped and murdered, a wife threatened but the causes were not elaborated in the movies and didn’t boil down to a believable character who could choose to forgo democracy for dictatorship of himself. I liked what was trying to be done but it just wasn’t clear and didn’t fit together. So I think the movie failed on the key area I was looking for, a clear answer regarding why Aniken became Darth Vader. Another annoying thing was there was a lot of set-up for other movies without giving a real role in the current movie to the set-up. Look Wookies, but what do Wookies do in this movie other than hang around with Yoda? The Ewoks had a major role in destroying the death star and they were the earlier version of Jar-Jar, cute but annoying characters. But the last Star Wars movie had it’s merits in that Jar-Jar never spoke and they didn’t have too much of the worlds worst love dialog between Aniken and Padome. The special effects were top notch. It was enough to give me nightmares.

August 04, 2005

Donald Sutherland Matt Swift Connection

I was watching Animal House with Sarah tonight. We noticed that Donald Sutherland as an English professor looked a lot like Matt Swift. Here are a pair of photos to compare. Just imagine Matt with a haircut, some hair above his lip, and dressed with a scarf and peacoat and you have a dead ringer for Donald Sutherland. If you know Matt I highly recommend Animal House just for the potential comparisons for the stoner English professor.

July 21, 2005

The Gloucester waterfront

Sarah and I tried to see Charlie and the Chocolate factory at the IMAX theatre on the way back from Gloucester last weekend. We had gone to Gloucester to see Matt and Kate in their natural summer habitat after having missed their annual party the week before. I am batting .000 with regards to the Gate House party due to a trip last year to Japan and a wedding in Long Island this year.

The Swift house in Gloucester is on the waterfront and is a shell of the former glory of the house that once was on the property. The first main house was demolished in 1972 after about fifty years of fighting with New England storms. There was another small house that once was on the property that was destroyed during The Perfect Storm. So Matt and Kate are staying in the remaining house, the Gate House that used to be the little one at the entrance to the property. When we arrived we couldn’t find people at first but it turned out that folks were at a table by the ocean at the end of a winding grass walkway defined among the grass and sea rubble by a series of stones.

One of Matt’s friends, who is a poet was there with his girlfriend. We got into a nice long debate by the water about whether bicycles are a better mode of city transportation than automobiles for city transportation. The poet was good at presidential impersonations and had a long list of opinions about politics including that George Bush was smart enough to pronounce the word nuclear properly but that he pronounced it newcular to appeal to voters in blue collar jobs despite his very rich boy background. The poet also thought that Hillary Rodham Clinton was the only possible candidate that the DNC would bring as a presidential candidate in 2008.

Kate was worried about her art homework project due Monday where she needed to interpret a story written by a fellow classmate. The story was about a child’s blanket/blanky and the poet gave a full red pen mark-up. He wasn’t fond of it and thought that deceptively anthropomorphizing objects and then later trying to appear clever by revealing that the person is really a beloved object was something that should be beaten out in seventh grade. He gave it a name like fools deception.

The only drawback of the ocean property in the northeast is that it lies near marsh. The mosquitoes are especially fierce and represent a good portion of the variation in the mosquito kingdom. I got a good look at one little mosquito biting my arm and she had yellow racing stripes. Sarah and I slept in a twin bed. In the past this has worked well for us but with the extra half person growing inside of Sarah we kept trying to find a comfortable equilibrium in the bed but were tossing most of the time. At one point of getting bitten we turned on the light and it was like a scene out of a B rated horror movie where worms suddenly come to life after an electric line is left in the swamp or just an epic battle against bugs like Starship Troopers. The bugs were everywhere and the room was filled with a swarm of enemy bugs trying to slowly attack us in our sleep. The mosquitos must have seen us as a welcome treat nicely delivered. I fought them valiantly by swinging a towel at them crushing as many as I could and then went to sleep with Sarah in the bed for 30 minutes before she moved to the other twin bed because I was snoring too loud.

In the morning when we awoke a little after noon we had a Wimbledon breakfast of berries with cream and bacon. It was quite tasty and enjoyable. We thought about flying the kite but there wasn’t any wind. So after a bit Sarah and I took a look at the tide pool that most years had been used as a swimming area but was out of commission because of a combination of low tide and a mysterious fast draining problem. Matt explained that the tide pool is mostly a natural phenomenon where the cold arctic water collects in the rocks to be warmed by the sun. To keep the water in people have plugged the draining points with concrete and rocks. Since every year storms, ice, and the tides batter the pool it develops leaks both in the natural rocks and where the concrete plugs the open holes. This year the leaks are particularly bad and they haven’t had the will to continue plugging them so the pool was empty.

This was fine as Sarah and I were just trying to walk around. We walked down some roads to a lighthouse and a break water and then lay on the break water for a while napping on a flat and wide bed that was comfortable for the two of us. When we returned Kate had been working on her art homework having decided to make a final panel in her interpretation of the blanket story that looked like a child’s drawing.

Sarah and I then tried to attend Charlie and the Chocolate Factory at the Reading IMAX on the way home. Unfortunately it was sold out but we did manage to get to see it on Monday night instead with Lisa and Dave. It struck me that the movie and most other children’s movies in America was very culturally American. Like Robots it professed the importance and high status results of being an entrepreneur. The best example of this was when Charlie had his Golden ticket in his hand and he decided he didn’t need to visit the factory since someone would pay him money for it. His grandfather’s response to it was that you should never trade a once in a lifetime opportunity for something as ordinary as money. Translation – In America you will be rewarded for being a risk taker and an entrepreneur but people who just work for money live plain and boring lives.