There’s really no other way to explain their ongoing hardon for Planned Parenthood.
“You are being shagged by a rare parrot!”
You really need to watch this.
(H/T Rob.)
Dept. of Prescient Cartoons
This literally decades-old Calvin and Hobbes pretty much explains 21st century Wall Street behavior.
DEATH TO BENNIGAN’S
No, really. Apparently they — along with many other crappy chains — are in serious dire straits. The linked article notes that the ersatz Irish pub grub chain’s sales are down 88% since 2001. Ouch.
Why? First, people eat out less in a recession. Second, easier access to information about better local options via sites like Yelp made those who DID dine out more likely to choose independent restaurants over corporate crap.
I am completely astonished and pleased by this.
Completely Brilliant
You have 4 minutes. Go watch Jon Dore and Rory Scovel on Conan.
The Bible Tells Me So
We’d all be a lot better off if more the so called “Christians” in public life spent any time reading the Bible. Fred Clark reminded me of this passage I’ll quote completely here; it’s from a part of the Old Testament not all that far from the verses the antigay bozos are fond of quoting — but, then again, those books include all sorts of rules those right-wingers manage to forget, so it’s no surprise they’ve ignored Deuteronomy 24:17-21:
You shall not deprive a resident alien or an orphan of justice; you shall not take a widow’s garment in pledge. Remember that you were a slave in Egypt and the Lord your God redeemed you from there; therefore I command you to do this.
When you reap your harvest in your field and forget a sheaf in the field, you shall not go back to get it; it shall be left for the alien, the orphan, and the widow, so that the Lord your God may bless you in all your undertakings. When you beat your olive trees, do not strip what is left; it shall be for the alien, the orphan, and the widow.
When you gather the grapes of your vineyard, do not glean what is left; it shall be for the alien, the orphan, and the widow.
Imagine for a minute what it might mean if the idea of “politically active Christian” conjured not images of Pat Robertson and know-nothing right-wingers like Perry and Bachman and Santorum, but of men and women who remember verses like these, or the Sermon on the Mount, or — and this is a real stretch — what the Bible says Jesus actually did and said, and with whom he kept company, instead of cherrypicking Old Testament proscriptions designed to incite hatred and xenophobia in their base.
Yeah. Never happen. But it’s nice to think about.
In Which Quantum Locking is, well, Awesome
Just go check this out, courtesy of Rob.
Five Days and Counting
All good Heathen hate Tennessee.
(More here.)
“Have we met? I’m Trent Richardson.”
Even the Heathenites who aren’t football fans should watch this run by Alabama’s Trent Richardson on Saturday.
Trent was Heisman-winner Mark Ingram’s backup last year. He’s ahead of Ingram’s pace already, and could bag Alabama’s second-ever Heisman if he keeps this up.
Today in short book reviews: REAMDE
Stephenson’s latest is best skipped, frankly. It’s a turgid mismash of unearned and unplausible coincidences stapled together with NS’ trademark deep-dive research. Unlike his prior works, which typically used a fine story (“ripping good yarns,” even) to explore some other topic (nanotech, cyberspace, monetary development, etc.), this time it’s a scattershot explosion of whatever stuck on the wall — MMORPG gaming, money laundering, international terrorism, great circle air traffic planning, immigration, firearms, drug smuggling, northwestern geography, and Eritrean adoptees.
No, really. It’s kind of a mess, and feels lacking in the craft I found in even the more self-indulgent portions of the Baroque cycle, or Anathem.
Dept. of you have GOT to be shitting me
A Waco, TX prosecutor is opposing post-conviction DNA testing of a possible innocence case on the grounds that it might override what the jury decided.
Monday Morning Realizations
I am now absolutely certain that there should be more marching band pranks.
PICTURES! We got PICTURES!
Dating back to last spring, actually. Moral: Is more fun to take than to edit and process.
- Mrs Heathen took me to DC for Opening Day and a Depressing Play, April, 2011. Missing: any pictures of Bolden, as I managed to ONLY catch him making horrible faces; also, any pictures of the depressing play. Steppenwolf frowns on it.
- Joy had an unspecified but definitely noteworthy birthday, April, 2011
- Nieces, Bourbon, and Baseball: Louisville, Summer, 2011
- Russians, Writers, Meat, and Fur. Also daggers.
Friday Flick
The Geek You Didn’t Know
God knows we here at Heathen are Apple fans, though sort of accidentally — we lack the zeal of of the true believers, but by and by we seem to have accumulated one of about everything Apple makes. We’re sad about Steve, obviously. 56 is entirely too young (Christ, I can SEE that from here), and the guy was still churning out hits. It is not exaggeration to say that, without him, the personal computing landscape would be very, very different — and most likely much less interesting, and much less usable by the broad population. He didn’t invent the personal computer, but he did a huge chunk of the work required to get it to a place where my 76-year-old stepfather can use it without calling me.
But this post isn’t about Steve. This post is about Dennis. You Heathen are a geeky bunch, but even so most of you have know idea who Dennis Ritchie was, or even that he died Saturday at the age of 70, but the odds are overwhelming that, in reading these words, you’re enjoying his work.
Dennis Ritchie wrote C. The partially-geeky among you will recognize this as a programming language, but it may have never occurred to you that languages, too, must have authors. C is now ubiquitous. It is no exaggeration to say that C and its derivatives (most famously C++, but also Microsoft’s C# and the Objective C that Apple favors, among others) run the world. The definitive book on the language has a real title, but it is known to coders the world over as “The K & R book.” The “R” is, of course, Ritchie.
But that’s not all. C is intimately tied to the Unix operating system, which is also Ritchie’s work, along with his colleagues Brian Kernighan (the “K” mentioned above) and Ken Thompson. You may have heard of Unix, but you (again, the noncoding Heathen) have no idea of the scale of its reach in your life. Unix runs everywhere, in some flavor or another. That commercial flavors have fallen from favor in recent years is of no consequence, because their de facto successor is Linux, which began life as a noncommercial, open, and free implementation of the same ideas. Without Unix there is no Linux. More than that, though, the world wide web as you know is based on Unix ideas and tools and protocols. Without Unix, the Internet itself would not be the same.
Today, variants of Unix run on countless devices — every Apple device running OSX or iOS is running a variant of something called FreeBSD, which is itself a variant of Unix. Android runs on Linux. The New York Stock Exchange? Linux. Your Tivo runs Linux. This site, and countless others (including Google, Amazon, and Facebook), is hosted on Linux. The firewall at your office probably has a Linux kernel. VMWare, the dominant virtualization platform in the world, is based on Linux.
Much was made last week of how many folks learned of Jobs’ passing on an Apple device. I’m sure the figure, if it could actually be measured, was a very high percentage. If we ask an equivalent question about Ritchie, though, the answer is easy: All. There is no communications channel in modern use that does not, somewhere, rely on his work or its descendants.
Humble pioneers are known for admitting that, in the words of Isaac Newton, “If I have seen further, it is only by standing on the shoulders of giants.” Apple’s modern success and resurrection are based on a solid software platform, the sine qua non of any technological endeavor. Steve clearly saw further than his contemporaries, but Dennis Ritchie was one of the giants who gave him a leg-up.
Godspeed, Dennis.
Update: This tribute post is worth reading, too. I didn’t cover it here, but it’s not just the C was influential and remains essential; it was also hugely groundbreaking in terms of portability. What Ritchie and his colleagues did with C — i.e., creating a portable computer language not beholden to idiosyncrasies of the various computing hardware platforms — was widely considered impossible at the time. Or, as the linked writer put it:
C is a poster child for why it’s essential to keep those people who know a thing can’t be done from bothering the people who are doing it.
A Brief History Of Corporate Whining
This is an excellent cartoon.
What “Qualified Immunity” Gets You
Apparently, if you’re a Fed, and you’ve recovered a stolen $750,000 Ferrari F50, and you decide to take it for a joy ride and total it, the government can get away without paying for the damages because it’s not responsible for damage to items held in custody.
Which is, of course, bullshit.
Mohney on Toys
The NY Observer’s “Scooter” thingy is running the full collection of our pal Chris’ Reviews of My Son’s Toys, which contains easily the best reference to thigmotaxis you’ll read today.
Also, apparently someone thinks he’s poachable. Go Chris!
Dept. of Entirely Too Adorable Phenomena
Dude befriends and rehabs injured owl on his farm. Owl hangs out thereafter. Owl essentially adopts family — including one of the cats — and brings them food.
Via MeFi.
And another thing
There are some great Robert Ellis covers of Paul Simon songs over at Aquarium Drunkard, and you should check them out.
Dept. of Documentaries We Want To See
It has come to our attention that there is a new documentary about Big Star.
Sadly, the web site seems to be completely devoid of information regarding screenings, or streaming opportunities, or even a mailing list. Awesome.
(For the uninitiated, the wikipedia entries on the band and its most famous member are useful; you almost certainly know at least one of their songs already, as a truncated version of “In the Street” was used as the theme song for “That ’70s Show.”)
Dept. of SERIOUS Overreach
Balko: “The House Judiciary Committee passed a bill on Friday that would make it a federal crime for U.S. residents to discuss or plan activities on foreign soil that, if carried out in the U.S., would violate the Controlled Substances Act.”
In other words, they want U.S. law to govern you no matter where you are. So: Planning to buy some special brownies in Amsterdam? That would be illegal under this law.
Your Weird Video Heritage
MTV has put all of Liquid Television online.
Our Pal CEJ on Government’s Role
I just want a book of all of these
The Imaginary Image Tumblr is a list of descriptions of photos that do not exist, but should.
Cephalopods are better at hiding than you are
It’s another BB hit, but it includes a bit of data I didn’t have: Octopi are very, very good at matching color, and they do it by sight, but they are color blind.
The other thing is this: Octopus camouflage isn’t about looking like the background. It’s about hiding itself from observers, and those can be two very different things.
Coolest Halloween Illusion EVER
Go check this out.
The Only Heathen Post on Amanda Knox
I don’t really have an official position on whether or not Knox killed whomever it is she supposedly killed in some ill-defined drug-fueled sexcapade, but I have inadvertently become aware that Nancy Grace considers her release a miscarriage of justice, which — based upon only the most cursory review of other coverage — seems to be something of a contrarian position.
This makes me more or less certain that cutting Knox loose was precisely the right thing to do, regardless of whether or not she killed anybody, based on my theory that anything that makes this bleating harpy unhappy is, by and large, good for humanity.
Polamalu for the Win
Sure, it’s part of his endorsement deal with Head & Shoulders, but this clip of Troy surprising people at Madam Tussaud’s is pretty delightful.
It’s the little things
You’ve by now probably all seen Apple’s home page which, in a week they’re launching a new iPhone revision, is nevertheless dominated by their memorial to their founder and leader. That’s classy.
What you may not have noticed unless you’re really nerdy is that the photo of Steve has the name “t_hero.png”.
Computing pioneers, like rock stars, are all mostly postwar baby boomers. Actually, the rock stars — the first ones, like the Beatles Jobs idolized — are a bit older, which is hilarious. In either case, though, we’re on the narrow leading edge of a demographic inevitability. The next 20 to 30 years will be costly in terms of musical and technological giants, but I’m a bit at a loss to figure any whose loss we’ll all feel as acutely as this one.
Say what you will about the remaining Beatles or the Stones, but their best work is undeniably years behind them — Jobs was still churning out vastly influential hits.
He was able to do this because, as he was fond of quoting, he liked Apple to “skate to where the puck will be.” He started doing this very early. From a 1985 interview he gave with Playboy — when he was all of 31 — we find an early example. Younger Heathen (are there any?) may find it hard to believe, but back then the broad reaction to computers was “well, they’re cool, I guess, but what can you do with them that’s useful?”
Playboy: Those are arguments for computers in business and in schools, but what about the home?
Jobs: So far, that’s more of a conceptual market than a real market. The primary reasons to buy a computer for your home now are that you want to do some business work at home or you want to run educational software for yourself or your children. If you can’t justify buying a computer for one of those two reasons, the only other possible reason is that you just want to be computer literate. You know there’s something going on, you don’t exactly know what it is, so you want to learn. This will change: Computers will be essential in most homes.
Playboy: What will change?
Jobs: The most compelling reason for most people to buy a computer for the home will be to link it into a nationwide communications network. We’re just in the beginning stages of what will be a truly remarkable breakthrough for most people‐‑as remarkable as the telephone.
Playboy: Specifically, what kind of breakthrough are you talking about?
Jobs: I can only begin to speculate. We see that a lot in our industry: You don’t know exactly what’s going to result, but you know it’s something very big and very good.
Now, the Internet existed in 1985 — I got my first email address only two years later — but it was nerdland, and very few were thinking even a little bit that grandmothers might use it to look at pictures of their grandkids someday. Apparently, Jobs was in that crowd, which is how we find ourselves with devices today that delight instead of confound, and how, odds are, you learned about his passing on a device he made. Lots of you will read this post on one, too.
Godspeed, Steve. We’ll miss you.
(It’s proper to note that, given the twin legacies he’ll leave, Bill Gates may well be the runner up here. His contribution to computing hasn’t been as dramatically evolutionary or as prolonged as Jobs’, but his business savvy and technical acumen did much to make business computing a foregone conclusion. His real legacy, though, may turn out to be the fact that after having founded Microsoft and become the richest man in the world — a title theretofore usually held by inheritors of wealth, not self-made men — he decided to take on a new, ambitious humanitarian mission instead of settling into a very expensive and luxurious retirement.
But nobody ever stood in line for a new copy of Windows.)
HOWTO: Dissolve your Nobel medal to save it from the Nazis
This is awesome. And true.
Remember the DoJ’s $16 Muffin?
Yeah, turns out there was no $16 muffin.
Dept. of Things We Missed 30 Years Ago
Thirty years ago, when I read the Dark Phoenix Saga in the X-Men, I totally missed the pretty remarkable subtext that, quite frankly, seems to obvious to have been wholly accidental.
H/T to Lemay on Twitter.
He’s right about the moon base
Pretty much anything he writes is pure gold, but this time around Joe Mathlete knocks it out of the park with 29 Things My Grandpa Is Still Unable To Get His Head Around.
There is no way in which this is not awesome
h/t: Rob
SWEET FANCY MOSES
How to peel a whole head of garlic in 10 seconds. Mind: Blown.
(via MeFi.)
Heathen Graduate Exam
If you understand the context of this chronology, you are indeed a very, very geeky Heathen.
Dana Gould Kills
In this clip from the Kevin Pollack Show, he plays a Pollack Show game called “The Larry King Game” for nearly ten minutes. What’s the game? Simple: Do a bad Larry King impression, and (a) reveal something personal purportedly about King that King probably ought not reveal and (b) go to a caller.
There are, apparently, lots of other clips of other celebs playing the game, but I have a hard time imagining anybody riffs and improve for 8 minutes better than Gould.
H/T: Metafilter, natch.
“Save a pretzel for the gas jets.”
Rick Perry has never made more sense.
H/T to Rob.
I can’t decide which is funnier
I have no idea why it’s taken me so long to blog this
Via Mohney, who’s quoting, but: “How Many Cormac McCarthies does it take to change a light bulb?” The answer:
A: Two or perhaps three, approaching now, from beyond the tree in the long low light of morning. From some black place: a reckoning neither required nor bidden, a reckoning no judge could have ordered, but a reckoning nonetheless. One of the men carries a single glove, ready to grip the hot, bright bulb and twist it dead. The other two follow, smoking, and whisper about what is to come: the treacherous scramble in wet woolen darkness, the fight to fill that space with light. One of them, the youngest, cradles the thin bowl of glass in his hands like a baby foal born too soon — partly out of gentleness, partly as if to shield it from the mare’s desperate inquiring eyes.
The men walk to the bulb. The Remover’s shadow blackens as he approaches it. A quick unnatural lunge.
Then all is dark.
Related: Yelp reviews as if written by McCarthy, which is an ongoing Tumblr.
Dept. of Things You Should Read
Everyone ought to read this long piece from the New Yorker about post-9/11 America, and the opportunities we lost as a consequence of bad choices.
Facebook is Not Your Friend
You are not Facebook’s customer. You are Facebook’s product. They tell us that now we have more control than ever about what information we put in, but I remind you all that the ONLY way to have REAL control over that data is not to give it to Facebook in the first place.
People sometimes ask why I don’t publish the whole feed of this blog there; this is one reason. This is also why virtually none of my photos are on Facebook.
Still on the Line
In the “unusual covers” department, here’s R.E.M. doing “Wichita Lineman.” Enjoy.
Trust me when I say I know the pathway to your heart
R.E.M. have called it a day after 31 years, 15 albums (and “Chronic Town”!), and uncountable influence on popular music.
This makes us at Heathen HQ a little sad, but only in a nostalgic way. R.E.M. for ME is the sound of my teen years, rich with twang and jangle and pop, and full of joy, starting the moment I popped a cassette of Lifes Rich Pageant into a boom box in 1986. Twenty-five years later, I’m playing that album in my office as I write this, and some part of my soul is still 16.
While for most of my life, I wouldn’t have hesitated to list the Athens band as one of my all time favorites, in truth my devoted fandom extends only to the mid-90s; Monster is the last record I really and truly enjoyed, and it’s only the first five records that still have a hold on my heart. (I could, for example, never hear “Shining Happy People” again and be perfectly content.)
Consequently, Bill Berry‘s retirement in 1997 was sad to me, but also mostly irrelevant — I bought a couple of the post-Berry “R.E.M. as a trio” records, but never really connected with them in the way I did with other, earlier records.
Here’s five R.E.M. memories, in no particular order, from my own 25 years of fandom:
In late 1986, the aforementioned copy of “Pageant,” my Walkman, and the discovery of something I’d keep for a long, long time.
A fall afternoon in Houston in the late 90s, picking up longtime Heathen and un-indicted co-conspirator Eric from Pizzeria Uno on Kirby; as he gets in the car, the first bars of Murmur bubble out of the CD changer, and he comments that it’s like cool water. That’s still true.
January, 2009, I run into Mike Mills at Washington National Airport as we’re returning home from the Inauguration. Erin says I shouldn’t, but I approach him anyway to quietly thank him for making the music that’s been such a big part of my life. He doesn’t seem to mind.
September 15, 1995, at the Woodlands; Eric and I and many others we know see the band on the Monster tour. It is insanely hot and muggy and miserable, but somehow they transcend it and play a great show (the opener was a little band called Radiohead. Then we all pile back into our cars to catch a now-defunct act at a now-defunct bar. Ah, being 25.
Back when MTV used to play music videos, they’d sometimes hype a premier. On a fall afternoon in 1987, Eric and I rushed back to his parents’ house to catch the first showing of the clip for The One I Love, the first single from Document. Hilariously, I notice now that the director of photography was a pre-culinary-obsession Alton Brown, which makes geographic sense.
Good thing I work at home. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a loud, jangly, Athensy afternoon here at Heathen HQ. If’n you’d like some video nostalgia of your own, I note that the R.E.M. site has a full video catalog.
For more see the AV Club’s coverage. I love that there’s already a Thank You R.E.M. tumblr. There is of course a long and rewarding thread at MeFi.
Criminally, there is no BluRay yet
This long-form post at Metafilter about one of our favorite 80’s movies sent me looking, but it turns out that while Streets of Fire did get the HD-DVD treatment, there’s no BluRay version yet.
Guess I’ll have to buy a reg’lar DVD instead.
Seriously, though, go check out the MeFi post. It’s a great example of the form, calling out the names associated with the film you’ve probably forgotten, such as
- Starring Amy Madigan, Rick Moranis, Michael Pare, Willem Dafoe, and Deborah Van Valkenburgh, with appearances by Bill Paxton and Mykelti Williamson
- Directed by Walter Hill
- Songs by Jim Steinman (i.e., “the dude who makes Meat Loaf sound like Meat Loaf,” and who is really due a Heathen treatment of his own)
- a fucking sledgehammer fight
- and Diane Lane at 18
What’s not to like? Expect a Heathen World HQ Viewing soon.
Could they BE more transparent?
The GOP leadership is taking fire from both sides for a transparent and craven attempt to strongarm Ben Bernake into taking no action on the economy.
Gosh, why would the Republicans want to keep the economy from getting better? /sarcasm.
Required Reading
If you’re a fan of college sports, go now and read this long piece in the Atlantic about the NCAA. It is well worth your time.
Things we wonder
Is it cheeky to call your book “Paradise Lost?”
What if your surname is Milton? Does that change things?
What if your surname is Milton, and the book is about the Armenian genocide?
Dept. of Simple Rules
You can quibble with a couple, but if you take the list as “rules a man should follow if he’s dressing well,” and also accept that sometimes you’re just not gonna bother, then these 25 are well worth your review.