Archive for November, 2007

Deux Filles, Une Tasse

Friday, November 30th, 2007

The latest fashion on teh internets is not something you wear…well, it’s not something you wear. You just get to watch, and possibly film yourself watching. It’s the brilliant art film ‘Two Girls 1 Cup,’ cited by Boing Boing as a flick with ‘the heady metaphysical influence of Fassbinder and Herzog […] which treats its characters in a scope of almost Wagnerian breadth.’

Hersh was kind enough to remind me that I have to stay in touch with the life force of Internet fads, and insisted—emphasis on insisted—I treat my first watching as something special, as if it were the loss of virginity or the one year anniversary of 9/11. In this case, ’something special’ means pointing an iSight in my face and catching how I react [.mov, 1.8MB] as I work my way to the film’s end.

This is the part of the blog post where I tell you not to google ‘2 girls 1 cup’, not to click ‘Play’, not to watch.

spamguy Classix #3: 'Mahler's 2nd Symphony & Percussionists'

Wednesday, November 28th, 2007

Our next rerun is the 1936 Olympics of spamguy-brand blogging. Er, without the Hitler. This was the third post I ever made, dated February 12, 2003:

Took time off from my hectic homework schedule and went to see a performance of Mahler’s 2nd Symphony today. Simply oustanding; rarely can I say music has emotionally moved me. I was wary of listening to Mahler; I had only heard the 1st, a mediocre work of symphonic chaos disguised behind a double brass section, beforehand. I got quite a shock.
There are five movements to the 2nd, one of which (the fourth movement) is short enough to be called a prelude to the fifth. The first few were OK, but not outstanding. The fifth, though, was unique. Mahler himself called for a small brass section to play backstage, giving the feeling of an oncoming cavalry or such. The brass-happy orchestra gave way to the ominous drums of an oncoming march. As the music grew louder (at fffff, I believe), the first climax occured. A gigantic (for UT students) chorus stepped out and filled every available space, including the storage areas next to the organ. Even a little organist scooted herself into view from behind a hidden area. This action, IMO, all came a little too early, for they sat there for 10 minutes looking stupid. Had they organised (or should I say, ised? Ugh) quickly in preparation for singing in the next minute, I would have been moved to tears. But I wasn’t.

Still, all I can say is…wow. CD recordings don’t do it justice. Go and see it sometime on stage.

Now for a little rant to balance out the evening. I don’t deny the importance of the percussion section in any band or large orchestral work. Mahler calls for tam-tams and triangles and double timpani and gongs and general whacking of things. Despite all this evidence, I say now and will say forever: those who perform in percussion sections are freeloaders who like to hit things. There is no skill in hitting a triangle, nor a gong. One might make the counterargument that it takes a fine precision of mallet choice and such. Bull. Half the time the composer tells you what kind of mallet to use; the other half can take you ten minutes to learn. If they’re going to get the same credit for the hard work the string and brass and woodwind sections are exerting, they should help cater the post-concert receptions or something to compromise for their lack of function.

But I will make an exception with timpani. The timpani has actual pitch, and requires decent precision with the foot petal and skin to sound good. Plus it looks neato. That and the possibility of the xylophone are the only percussions I have respect for. Unless you care to call the piano a percussion instrument?

Earthquake or Tabby?

Monday, November 26th, 2007

This YTMND will be the first and only example of cute pr0n ((As in, exploitation of cute things—not pr0n that is also cute. You perv.)) you will ever witness that demands maxing out your speakers’ bass levels before watching.

spamguy Classix #2: 'He/She/It Is Flaccid'

Saturday, November 24th, 2007

This beaut is from September 15th, 2004:

It has been discovered that only a select few words can be called ‘conversation enders.’ Regardless of usage, these words’ placement guarantees that the responder will stop talking to you, even if mid-sentence. It is, in a sense, a social EOF.

Only two words have been identified so far. They are ‘flaccid’ and ‘herpes’ (when used in the non-medical sense). The following are sample applications:

‘He/She/It is flaccid.’
‘Do you smell herpes?’
‘Charles’ herpes is flaccid again.’
‘My dog is named Woofy herpes.’ Note how herpes does not actually fit into the sentence structurally. Again, it doesn’t matter. The important thing is that it is there.

We will continue this search without pause until this group is complete.

spamguy Classix #1: 'How to Write English Papers Without Really Trying'

Friday, November 23rd, 2007

Creative minds are on strike this month with writers and Broadway hands hitting the picket lines. The world goes into rerun mode, so hey, let’s follow the fold! The old spamguy blog at Blog-City implodes in about a month, so I’ll fish out the best postings from the archives. Using WordPress’ ‘Import’ feature would be nice, but either Blog-City doesn’t know XML from a wart on its hand, or WordPress can’t parse it any better than a toddler.

This post, ‘How to Write English Papers Without Really Trying,’ was written March 20, 2004:

For all you high school juniors and seniors, AP English tests are coming up in a month or two! Even after entire English classes training you for one class, I never felt like I was writing satisfactorily. In Ms Adams’ junior English class, I never got an essay score above 90 (89 was my max). And thus the flaw of all English courses was exposed: if you can’t write, you can’t write. Improvement is a futile and fruitless process.

Bullshit, I said. After much ruminating following my 3 on AP Lit (thank god it doesn’t count for any course at CWRU anyway), I made a startling discovery: all analyses are the same. Thinking outside the box is a forbidden quality in the competitive world of brown-nosing postmodern (and even pre-postmodern) nonsense. To succeed, you must gain the acceptance of your peers. To gain acceptance, you must write like them. The central question now became not ‘How do I write?’, but ‘How do I rephrase what’s already been said?’ From there, seeing the patterns across the English major universe was easy. I shall dispense my observations. Including them in every essay you write will guarantee you a Rhodes Scholar award soon.

1. Everyone symbolises Jesus Christ. All characters have some characteristics that resemble The Messiah. Like the rest of English criticism, it is just a matter of picking out those characteristics and turning a blind eye to those that don’t agree with your assertion. Take, for example, this thesis on Crime and Punishment:


Through alliteration, symbolism, and dichotomies of love and hate, Rodion Raskolnikov’s murder parallels Jesus Christ in his constant introspection and musing over the meaning of existence.

An important question often comes up after hearing this: ‘If everyone represents Jesus,’ you ask, ‘won’t [my book] have nothing but Jesuses (Jesii?) in it?’ A catch indeed, but it can easily be circumvented. One possibility is simply to choose one Jesus per book. For the danger lovers, bring more into the mix. After discussing Jesus #1, move on to Jesus #2, #3, etc. To be an effective comparison, The leap must be between foil or protagonist/antagonist characters.
Some books are not so clear cut. Never stretch the truth, as graders are taught to recognise that. It is instead best to reinterpret what is given to you. Try associating common words to make this work. That is what I did in the above example. Raskolnikov murdered, and Jesus was murdered. From that, mortal sin is the common ground between the two. Ta-da! In most cases this will not be necessary; the similarity will be obvious. Oskar in The Tin Drum is seen climbing on a plaster statue of the Baby Christ and playing with his ding-a-ling (this works great with Rule #2 below!).

Although Raskolnikov appears as a Jesus figure in Crime and Punishment, his murder victim plus his arresting officer Petrovich have striking Christ qualities as well.

2. Everyone does what they do for homosexual reasons. Freudianism never goes out of fashion, and English teachers masturbate over papers that use this school of thought. Always emphasise, though, that characters don’t know they’re gay! What’s more, never use the word ‘homosexual’ outright. That’s the engine that drives your work, and you mustn’t break it, nor must you reveal your secret. A sample on Ulysses:

Leopold Bloom wanders not only through Dublin but also his own soul searching for meaning in his sexual desires; only with his encounter with Stephen Daedelus does he feel truly happy. Despite Bloom’s pleasure in whores, sex with his wife, dreams featuring droves of his past female conquerings, and lewd hallucinations, the placement of the Daedelus/Bloom encounter at the end of the book suggest a last minute change in Bloom’s sexual orientation.

Of course this is utter nonsense; most literary criticism is. There is no acceptable evidence to support batting for the wrong team in this novel; don’t let the grader know that! Again, select what proves your point–which might involve some, ahem, ‘reinterpretation’ of some book segments–and dispose of the rest. Above, I even included all the countering points before making my assertion. Once my assertion proves valid, the arguments for hetero sex become moot. Of course, these counterpoints must be placed in a spot where they will be forgotten once your evidence is presented. A more dangerous but more rewarding path is to take both sides as being true, and use irony as a conjunction:

Bloom admires his own limp penis in the bathtub prior to the funeral. Ironically, this penis seems more drawn to the women of his infidelity in his nightmare than it does to Daedelus or even Bloom himself. His feelings for both genders remain confused throughout the novel, adding to the whirl of consciousness for which Joyce aims.

3. Everything alludes to something else. Screw anachronisms. According to you, Shakespeare was stealing from Stoppard, Stoppard from Chaucer, Chaucer from The Necronomicon, and The Necronomicon from Shakespeare. Applying this rule is easy. If two authors use the same grammatical structure for a sentence or two, pounce on it! If your book came before Author B, call the parallel ‘a similarity.’ If your book came after Author B, call it ‘an allusion’ or, more rashly, ‘a copy.’ The latter is reserved for exact writing similarities, such as the use of noun-verb sentences.
Logic can also be employed to transverse across literary history. Since I’ve proven all characters are Jesus Christ and gay, it is logical to conclude that all characters equal all other characters. In math, this is transitivity: A = C, B = C, therefore A = B.Time to wrap up. All you need is the perfect thesis sentence to make it all work in one orgy of intellectual thought. Let’s go for a hard one like, say, A Tale of Two Cities:


Dickens equates Charles Darnay to his foil Sydney Carton through their portrayal as Christ-like saviours, run-on Joycean sentences, and a Freudian love bond between them.

I'm Gonna Sing the Doom Song Now

Wednesday, November 21st, 2007

Three-and-a-half years into the life of Doom 3, I finally find the time to pick it up and play it. It’s hard to believe it’s that old; I have better recollections of the gags people made about production delays and its outrageous system requirements. In the present, though, I realise several things:

  1. It’s too piss annoying to be a survival horror game. In SH games you can see where you’re going. In Doom 3, you are a one-armed bandit that can hold a flashlight or a gun, but not a flashlight and a gun.
  2. If you can’t see where you’re going, you can’t see where you’re shooting. If you can see where you’re going with flashlight in hand, then you can’t shoot anything.
  3. You get bored of the metallic grey colour very fast. Terraforming engineers of the future have no aesthetic sense.
  4. Building on Mars may be complicated, but the base is designed for second graders: everything from security clearance to crane operation is operable via LCD consoles with, at most, two large buttons on them.
  5. This is a highly technical facility, so id Software figured it needed to staff it with lots of Asians. Unfortunately, Asians look creepier than whites in this game. No perspective yet on how well black people are rendered because there are none. Does the UAC follow Civil Rights Act guidelines at all?

If you played this game three years ago, good for you. If you haven’t, I would recommend you skip it. After developments in Half-Life 2, the Doom 3 universe is mundane by comparison. Worse, three years of hardware evolution aren’t enough to truly make Doom 3 stutterless. My MacBook Pro is about a year or two younger than the game and it’s barely getting by on medium video settings.

Sir Charles Grandison

Tuesday, November 20th, 2007

A neat thing about facebook’s Visual Bookshelf app is that you can see how many people in the body of 33,000 have read a given book. Since facebook combines the girlish fascination with social networking with the nerdy single libertarian male’s fascination with technology, guessing the top books registered is cake. The Fountainhead. Most Harry Potter books. 1984. Need I go on?

The greater challenge is reading a book that no one else has read. I’ve come ridiculously close, but never the coveted ‘1 person.’ Certainly I can go to an academic institution and pick up, say, Micro- and Nano-Structured Multiphase Polymer Blend Systems: Phase Morphology and Interface with the assurance that I’ve beaten my peers to the punch. Without an interest in the book, though, it’s a shallow victory.

Tonight, though, I picked up a new book I can truly call mine: Sir Charles Grandison by Samuel Richardson. It’s 1600 pages of epistolary moralist sludge, but I want to read it because I’m a literary adventurer. A book is a mountain, and it must be my flag at its summit! Sir Charles Grandison promises that. The Wikipedia link above demonstrates no one gives a damn about this book. It’s already defeated the previous owner of this book, Case Western Reserve University’s English Department chair Dr. Siebenschuh. About halfway through the book the annotations he makes conspicuously disappear, as if he thought one night, ‘Screw it—analysing this makes literary criticism more futile than normal.’

See you at page 1600!

Mew

Sunday, November 18th, 2007

I’m dead slow at reading, but when it comes to anime (which I’m not exactly obsessed with anyway), I’m a rock. One to two series is normal for a year: download one, rip through all the episodes in a month, get back to having a life for six months, repeat as many times as is allowable.

I tend to stick to the real-world situation shows, the ones conspicuously lacking lasers and explosions. If you think American TV is formulaic, Japanese scripts approach plagiarism! Furry fetishist crap aside, there are a lot of cats. A. Lot. Of them. ((Just so we’re clear, I hope Pokémon dies a horrible death in a fire.)) Hell, sometimes even the lasers-and-explosions media feature cats too.

There are too many other parallels to lump in one post—beach episodes, watermelon obsessions, and more await future days.

26476600101 · 2333333 – 1

Saturday, November 17th, 2007

I am now the proud owner of the 4,127th largest prime known to mankind. It weighs in at 100,354 digits. I use my computer to process PrimeGrid work, and yesterday morning I got an unusually chipper e-mail:

Dear Primefinder,

Congratulations! Our records indicate that a computer registered by you has
found a unique prime number. This computer is running BOINC, is attached to
the PrimeGrid project, and is assigned to the Twin Prime Search. What makes
this prime unique is that it’s large enough to enter the Top 5000 List in
The Largest Known Primes Database.

Dandy. So much work is being done on this project, though, that this number will be bumped off the top 5000 list in 12 weeks. Indeed, in the 12 hour span between page visits, my number plummeted three spots. It’s a cutthroat industry, these prime number sweatshops!

Cheetahmen II

Wednesday, November 14th, 2007

An old Atari game called Action 52 has such a sordid and amusing backstory to it that I won’t even delve into it here. There’s too much to be said about this $200 game not worth the plastic it was shipped in.

What I’d rather talk about is its spiritual sequel Cheetahmen II, a massive paradox of computing power. It was manufactured, but never shipped. It was coded, but never tested. Everything about it sucks, but the music is unbelievably good. You can tell all the budget went into one really good song. The digital media surrounding it is in shambles and the music that accompanies the later levels (unreachable except by ROM hack) is a braindead remix of the original. Since that music is inaccessible by normal means, this game has a perfect 10 for music! It has gained quite a following in Japan (Warning! Extra creepy YouTube!), bringing to mind the old T-shirt slogan I’M A STAR IN JAPAN.

If the Japanese can’t turn you on to this game, you have no soul. Download it here. Don’t worry, it’s guilt-free; the company went under 15 years ago. Wonder why.