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Reasons To Lament The Passing of Summer |
Reasons To Celebrate the Advent of Winter |
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Can no longer drink ale with lemon in it without looking like a nancyboy |
Can begin drinking stout with the viscosity of motor oil and the alcohol content of brandy without looking like a drunk |
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Realization that I have gone another year without once riding my bicycle to work |
Realization that I again have the opportunity to become an avid snowshoer |
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No more warm days |
Opportunity to swaddle scrawny frame in layers of bulky clothing |
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Possibility of snow |
Possibility of getting out of work due to snow |
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Can no longer barbecue |
Can begin using fireplace |
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Fewer daylight hours makes running in the evening more difficult |
May now dismiss excess 10 lbs. as “winter weight” |
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No more baseball |
No more wasting 10+ hours a week watching baseball |
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Wife and cat become moody due to lack of sunshine |
[There is no upside to this] |
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Impending holiday season brings with it an onslaught on unchecked consumerism |
Unchecked consumerism results in my receiving presents |
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Goodbye, women wearing sundresses |
Hello, women wearing sweaters |
Just 24 hours after referring to North Korea's nuclear weapons program as "troubling," The Bush Administration has asked Congress to authorize a fourth adjective for use by the executive branch. "In these troubling times of cowardly acts, it is essential that the White House have the necessary adjectives to describe people of evil," Bush insisted. But Senate majority leader Tom Daschle expressed skepticism that a fourth word would be allotted. "In the wake of 9/11, we gave the President almost unlimited use of the word "evil," -- it's not our fault that he applied it to everything from foreign nations to pretzels. And when he came to us earlier this year, asking for 'Cowardly' and 'Troubling,' he assured us that three words would be more than sufficient. Now he wants a fourth? How do we know he won't just squander this one like the others?" When asked to comment on Daschle's remarks, White House Press Secretary Ari Fleischer characterized them as "Cowardly, troubling, and evil."
(Vague Spoilers for Signs herein.)
There are two types of thrillers: Thrillers that depend on plot, and thrillers that depend on atmosphere. (I’m fully aware that the preceding statement is, like, 400% incorrect. But stick with me, here — I’m making a point.) Movies like The Usual Suspects and, more recently, Signs keep you on the edge of your seat because the plot is so elaborate that you never know what is going to happen next. But movies like Psycho are almost completely atmosphere-driven — you grind your teeth because you know exactly what’s going to happen next, and that “next thing” ain’t gonna be good. What you don’t want to see, though, is a thriller start out in one vein and keeps lapsing into the other. This was essentially my objection to the ending of Signs: The whole movie was plot driven, and then, in the last five minutes, it turned into “And then God saved them, the end. P.s. don’t think too hard about the rest of the movie.” If you’re going to pitch your tent on plot, I expect you to stay camped there for the duration of the movie.
On the other hand, One Hour Photo is all atmosphere. Or, at least, it should be. Instead, director Mark Romanek keeps ruining a perfectly fine movie by tossing in handfuls of plot as seemingly random moments. The story centers around Sy Parrish, a clerk in a Wal*Martesque photo lab. Sy takes his job very, very serious — so seriously that you’re pretty sure that it’s all he has to live for. As it turns out, Sy also has his family — except that it’s not really his family, technically. In fact, it’s someone else’s family entirely. But Sy has been developing this family’s photos for so long that he has come to feel like an Uncle — the intense, unhinged Uncle Sy. The family in question knows nothing about Sy’s fixation. And Sy, truth be told, knows much less about the family than he seems to think. He believes them to be the very model of the happiness, and when he begins to learn otherwise his obsession spins out of control.
That’s enough of the plot for you to get a feel for the film. And, frankly, that’s enough plot to carry the film. Robin Williams does a fantastic job as Sy, making the character entirely believable. Sy is one of those people that’s a little “off’ — not so much that you don’t feel sorry for his not having friends, but just enough so that you don’t especially want to befriend him yourself. That right there is enough to make anyone uncomfortable while watching Photo, and when Sy begins to slide into madness the film becomes downright scary.
The problem is, every time you start to become immersed in the atmosphere of One Hour Photo, it suddenly switches gears and throws some plot at you — and it’s often plot that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. Having jarred you out of your reverie, the plot disappears and the atmosphere resumes, but getting back into the groove is like falling back asleep after being awakened by a phone call.
If the movie had stuck to what it was good at — namely, sitting back and letting Mork from Ork creep the pants off you — it would have been excellent. But the decision to try and liven things up with some completely unnecessary plot twists was a big mistake, in my opinion. Maybe if the screenplay had gone through another revision this would have been corrected. As it stands, Photo, while enjoyable, feels somewhat undeveloped.
At my library, on the “New Arrivals” shelf, I noticed yesterday that they now carry The Worst Case Scenario Survival Handbook: Golf.
Gimmie a break. What’s next?
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Have you ever gone to buy a candy bar out of the snack machine and done that thing? You know, that one thing? Where you put your money in, fully intending to buy a Kit Kat or a Snickers or something, but then, just as you go to press the buttons, you suddenly feel kind of sorry for the unpopular candy bars, like the Big Hunk or the Bit-O-Honey? So then, in an impulsive fit of sympathy, you actually wind up buying one of the often overlooked treats? And a few moments later you’re, like, standing there, masticating your Payday and wondering what the hell got into you, why on earth you found yourself inexplicably rooting for an inert hunk of milk chocolate and caramel?
Never? That’s never happened to you? What, you mean not even once?
Well uh, yeah, of course that’s stupid. That’s what I’m saying. What? No. No, of course I’ve never done that, ha! No, this was strictly a, whatayacallit, a hypothetical. I mean, I’ve heard of some people, some stupid people, doing that, but not, you know, me personally.
What, this? I, uh. I happen to, you know, like Idaho Spud Bars, that’s all.
Books: How To Think About Weird Things
Mr. Companion, my eighth grade social studies teacher, was convinced that aliens had build the Egyptian pyramids. “They know for a fact that it was aliens,” he informed us, “because in the middle of the biggest pyramid there’s a room, and in this room there’s statues of all the races on man — Caucasian, Mongoloid, Negroid, Eskimo, all of them. And since the Egyptians had obviously never seen Eskimos, it must have been been aliens. You see?” He also helpfully stocked the shelves in his classroom with copies of Chariots of the Gods, and encouraged us to “check them out”.
I thought about him a lot while reading this book.
How To Think About Weird Things is a primer on critical thinking skills. And by “primer,” I mean it is suitable for someone just begining to fully appreciate their faculty for reasoning, such as a high school student or college freshman. So how did I wind up reading it? Beats me. I don’t even remember putting a hold on it. But when Nice Librarian Lady handed it to me last week, along with my stack of other reserved books, I figured that a refresher course in critical thinking couldn’t possibly be a bad idea.
As it turns out, Weird Things was an enjoyable read, even if repetitious and too basic to be of much use to me. The author, Theodore Schick Jr., explicates critical thinking in three broad sections. First, he spends a few chapters reviewing why we humans are so susceptible to logical pot-holes. One of the main reasons, Schick postulates, is our inability to intuitively grasp probability, which leads us to routinely over- and underestimate the likelihood of various events. You think of a friend and, 10 minutes later, that friend calls. What are the odds? It must be ESP, right? Well, the “odds” aren’t that bad, Weird Things points out, when you calculate how many times a month you think of your friends, and chart that against how many phone calls you receive from friends in a given 30-day period.
Another font of problems is our unreliable perceptions and memories. The human brain, when faced with random or unknown input, does it’s best to make sense of the data, and this sometimes leads it to “see” or “hear” things that aren’t there. You look at a crater on Mars and you see a smiley face, or a cat yowls next door and you hear your late grandmother calling from the foyer. Furthermore, human memories are infamously unreliable. (Less than a month after the 9/11/01, studies showed that many people who had watched the attacks unfold on tv were already confusing the chronology of events, claiming, for example, that the Pentagon had been hit first.)
If we can’t trust our own eyes and recall, what can we rely on? Schick reassures us that there are things we can ascertain, facts that can be discerned by studious application of the scientific method. You state a hypothesis, you amass evidence, you apply the data and see if it confirms or negates the initial proposition. This isn’t just the formula white-coated astrophysicists at NASA should be using, these are the tools that each of us should be hanging onto our belts every morning as we head out the door.
Schick then examines (and eviscerates) a number of popular parapsychological topics, ranging from Homeopathy to UFOs to Near Death Experiences. In each case he rigorously applies his recommended criteria and finds them wanting.
It’s fair to call How To Think About Weird Things a treatise on skepticism. But while chary of topics such as dowsing and channeling, Schick does not employ the all-too-common double-standard and call such things 100% false. He acknowledges that stating with certainty that Astrology is false is just as faith-based as believing in it wholeheartedly. But Schick makes a very convincing argument that we do ourselves a disservice when we put stock in beliefs bereft of supporting evidence. Astrology may not be false, but given the preponderance of evidence against it you would be foolish to embrace it.
As Weird Things is clearly intended to be a textbook, it is somewhat difficult to read recreationally. For one thing, he tends to tell you what he’s going to tell you, tell you, and then tell you what he told you — useful when preaching to a student who is reluctantly plowing through your book, but terribly redundant for those who are reading out of an interest in the topic. Furthermore, no depth is plumbed too deep. He mentions a smattering fallacies in the appendix, for example, but doesn’t detail them in the way that, say this book would. But as a general introduction to the principles of critical thinking, How To Think About Weird Things is an fine work. I honestly believe that the world would be a better place if a book such as this was required reading for every high school student. And Mr. Companion.
Age and Arbor
It is early Sunday morning. My wife and I are lollygagging about, reading books and drinking coffee. She climbs out of bed and leaves the room to refill her mug, while I continue my book on critical thinking.
The chapter I am reading is all about fallacies: mistakes people make in their arguments and reasoning. The current paragraph states:
The Fallacy of Hasty Generalization: One is guilty of hasty generalization, or jumping to conclusions, when one draws a general conclusion about all things of a certain type on the basis of evidence concerning only a few things of that type.
At this moment my wife re-enters the room and, glancing out the window, says “Wow, our Madrone tree is looking beautiful.”
I follow her gaze to the backyard. The Madrone has recently shed its bark, and it now appears youthful and hale. The only bad thing about this tree is that it drops leaves year-round, many of which fall on the the property to the south — something that perpetually vexes that elderly homeowner. “Yeah, it looks great,” I agree. “Too bad the neighbor doesn’t like it.”
“Oh, you know old people,” my wife replies as she clambers back into bed. “They hate trees.”
Dockers Lockout Imperils National Supply Of Dockers
A weeklong Dockers lockout has brought the nation's supply of Dockers to perilously low levels, the President warned earlier today. "The time has come for resolution," Bush said during a speech at St. Louis University. "Those who work in 'Dress Down' environments can no longer afford to go trouserless." He also cited an alarming upswing in the number of people attending weddings and funerals clad only in collared shirts, boxer shorts, socks and shoes. Although the President says he has not yet decided to intervene in the dispute, business leaders around the country are urging him to intercede before Casual Friday.Law And Order: Matthew Baldwin Unit
Jury Duty — huzzah! No postings until I manage to weasel my way out or until my trial is concluded.
Update: Stupid justice system.
Apparently I possess subpar weasling skills, so no yeti for the remainder of the week. I leave you with:
Overheard Jury Pool Pickup Lines
“Is this your first time on jury duty?” “So, who’s your judge?” “You wanna use my clipboard?”
Confidential to Justice System: Oh for Pete’s sake, stop your blubbering. I didn’t mean it when I called you stupid. Seriously. I consider you one of the top three branches of federal government, no shit.