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Monday, January 25, 2010


Forever Young
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Now that Michael Blowhard has willed me the Top Banana role here at 2B, I whine from time to time that posting reinforcements are more than welcome. Last week, longtime reader Rick Darby passed along the following thoughts. * * * * * Forever Young May your heart always be joyful, May your song always be sung, May you stay forever young, Forever young, forever young, May you stay forever young. — Bob Dylan The pace is picking up. “My” generation is dying off. I put quotes around “my” because it doesn’t necessarily mean exact chronological cohorts. Rather, people whose work affected me when I was young, or at least a lot younger than I am now, and left a lasting impression. It’s hard to imagine them aging, impossible to comprehend them dying. They and I will always be in the 1960s or 1970s when I think of them. (That’s not so long ago in my mind, although for young adults it’s the Pleistocene Age.) Just this week, two people I never met personally but with whom I connected with emotionally passed out of this life. The first was Kate McGarrigle, one-half of Kate and Anna McGarrigle. Their first album floored me when I heard it in the early ’70s; some 35 years later, it still does. Practically every track on the album sparkles. They were bilingual “English” girls from French Canada, blessed with splendid voices, individually and in harmony. I’m not sure which songs were written by which sister (the sublime “Heart Like a Wheel” is credited to Anna), but they were synergy in action. Kate and Anna released other albums over the decades. While they were of uneven quality, and none in my estimation surpassed that original effort, the craftsmanship was always there. They continued to offer consolation to those of us who were immiserated as popular music sank to ever-more artificial, and often cretinous, levels. The other loss this week that affected me was the detective novel writer Robert B. Parker. I believe I discovered him by way of his first book, The Godwulf Manuscript, about the same time as the sisters McGarrigle swum into my ken. He created the tough, wisecracking detective Spenser who was to Boston what Hammett’s Sam Spade was to San Francisco and Chandler’s Philip Marlowe was to Los Angeles. Parker has his detractors, and I agree with some of their reasons. After the first few novels, the Spenser series started to roll off an assembly line -- still entertaining enough to be good company on an airplane ride or for light reading, but successive titles did not grow in depth over the years like Ross Macdonald’s, for instance. But it was thrilling enough to my young self to learn that the Raymond Chandler tradition was alive and well, and the snappy dialogue probably influenced my own style, as it undoubtedly influenced many others. (I’m not, of course, saying I imitate Parker or comparing myself to him... posted by Donald at January 25, 2010 | perma-link | (6) comments





Sunday, January 24, 2010


Opening Soon: Psychic
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The title of this post is approximately what I read on what appeared to be a professionally painted canvas sign on the back, freeway-facing wall of a new strip mall someplace between Vacaville and Sacramento California. Maybe this is nothing new to you. For me, most of the psychics I notice seem to be in residences in transitional (residential-to-commercial) neighborhoods. Perhaps you've seen them: a house with a sign in a front window featuring a drawing of a hand and a short slogan with the word "Psychic" prominently displayed. The closest I ever got to psychic stuff was many, many years ago when my grandmother read tea leaves for a cousin of mine who was really anxious about finding herself a man (I don't remember what the leaves said, but ten or so years later she did get married). This means that I'm clueless regarding (1) what comprises the clientele for psychics and (2) what psychics actually tell those people. But that forthcoming psychic shop in the new strip mall intrigues me. Is that a sign the psychics are getting enough business to go mainstream? Please advise. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 24, 2010 | perma-link | (5) comments





Saturday, January 23, 2010


Bye-Bye LA
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Los Angeles' 2010 week of rainy winter weather is almost over and so is our stay in nearby Malibu. Once I download photos to one of my computers, I'll conjure up some pix-posts. In any event, it's evaluation time. In the past, I've made it clear that I haven't been a Los Angeles fan. The reason probably has to do with the short-term nature of previous visits -- having a hotel as the base of operations, putting in a lot of freeway time and frustration getting from attraction to attraction or sales call to sales call, and the rest of that kind of drill. House-sitting isn't quite like being an actual resident, but it does provide a different slant than the hotel-centric visit. So does being here 3 1/2 weeks rather than three or four days. One distortion from full residential mode is that we went out and visited places every day, something regular folks wouldn't be doing. Another variation from the norm is that our roost was in a nice part of town -- a part so nice we couldn't afford to live there. Shaking and stirring the above, I have to say that we enjoyed LA a lot more than anticipated. There is plenty of culture here, interesting places to visit and nice scenery. Finally, this week aside, wintering here is nicer than wintering in Seattle (which, in turn, is nicer than wintering in large chunks of the USA). Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 23, 2010 | perma-link | (0) comments





Friday, January 22, 2010


Mighty Kingdom Far, Far Away
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Not long ago I bought a book by Philip Matyszak with the charming title "Ancient Rome on Five Dinarii a Day" (Amazon link here.) It' a pretty painless introduction to life at the heart of the Roman Empire circa 200 AD in the guise of a travel guide. It even includes some Latin phrases that might be of use, for example: Scorpio sum -- quod signum tibi es? (I'm a Scorpio -- what sign are you?). One passage that particularly intrigued me was this one on page 67: The Romans do know of China. Chinese records speak of a visit of merchants from the emperor An'tun (probably Antonius or Marcus Aurelius), but trade between the two empires is done through intermediaries. Can you truly wrap your mind around the idea of a distant kingdom or empire about which you know almost nothing, yet that rivals yours in scale? My problem is that no such thing is possible in today's world and hasn't been for hundreds of years. It's simply not part of our life-experience. When I was a kid, there might have been a few undetected tribes someplace in the Amazon basin or New Guinea, but even that smidgen of geographical and cultural ignorance has been eliminated. One might raise the matter of civilizations on planets of distant stars, but these are presently hypothetical and not real as China was in Roman times. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 22, 2010 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, January 21, 2010


The Harder They Fall
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Consider: Barack Obama, Teddy Kennedy, Tiger Woods and, oh yes, Ingrid Bergman. And think about what was known long ago in the days of Greek theatrical tragedies and surely long, long before that. Namely, success reinforced by adulation can make the almost inevitable fall harder than it might have been otherwise. These thoughts are with me as I draft this post on the first anniversary of the inauguration of Barack Obama as president of the United States. A year ago, Obama was treated in a number of media outlets as a kind of reincarnation of Abraham Lincoln and/or Franklin Roosevelt. I recall a few digitally modified images morphing him partway into one or the other of the two iconic presidents. The outburst of enthusiasm and high expectations for Obama was reaching the point where some opponents wondered if such Obama-worship might be a form of religion. Today Obama and his program are in serious trouble. He is "under water" (pundit-speak for below 50 percent approval) in most opinion polls. His party has now lost three important elections: the governorships of Virginia (a Republican, but recently leaning to Democrat state) and New Jersey (a strongly Democrat state) and yesterday a senate seat in Massachusetts, practically a Democrat fiefdom. A number of reasons are being advanced for this fall from grace, most having plenty of merit. But I wonder how much the adulation and lack of contsructive criticism by that "watchdog" media of a year ago contributed. It wasn't the most important factor, but still.... Media coddling helped make golf star Tiger Woods' recent windshield splat an 80 miles-per-hour affair rather than a 10 MPH matter. I haven't paid much attention to Woods, but from snippets I've read, he was a far rougher character than his media image suggested. Moreover, this was known in the professional golf fraternity for a long while. Woods' name is Mud for the short run. His golf skills probably will not harm his career on the links, but his "clean" image is destroyed and income from endorsements will probably be diminished for years. Perhaps Woods would be better off today if his public image had been more in synch with reality. Nowadays, transgressions of movie stars are proclaimed every week by gossip magazines and tabloid papers in racks near sup ... * * * * UH OH!! Rich Rostrom pointed out in an email that the comments link wasn't activated. I checked, and by golly it really wasn't -- for some reason unknown to me. So I fixed that, and then the last part of this post got zapped. (So that's how it feels to get bitten by a snake.) Herewith is a rough reconstruction of the last part: * * * * From the 1920s well into the 50s movie studios had stars and other performers under contract. Part of the deal was that the studios handled public relations to protect the stars' images, unlike now where stars are basically... posted by Donald at January 21, 2010 | perma-link | (3) comments





Thursday, January 14, 2010


Regional vs. Nationwide
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm still in the Los Angeles area, and enjoying it more than I had expected. We buy groceries at a chain called Ralph's. No Ralph's in Seattle. Must be a regional outfit, right? Well ... yes and no. It seems that some of the items on the shelves are house brands for Kroger, a Cincinnati-based company. Moreover, the grocery where we usually shop in Seattle (QFC -- Quality Food Centers) also sells Kroger-branded items. It turns about that Kroger, once a regional company, has tendrils all over the place as can be seen here, (scroll down for a list of "local" outfits controlled by Kroger). Nationwide company, regional brand presence: interesting formula. Banks also used to be tied to areas. In Washington, statewide at most. In Pennsylvania, to a home county and contiguous counties. In Illinois, even tighter geography. Nowadays, some banks have branches over much of the country. This isn't necessarily a bad thing; as a customer I find it convenient when traveling. When I was young [Oh, no!! Not that again!] there seemed be many local and regional products. Consider beer. I grew up with brands such as Olympia (from Oylmpia, WA), Rainier (Seattle) , Sick's Select (also Seattle), Alt Heidelberg (Tacoma) and Lucky Lager (Vancouver, WA) -- eventually drinking the survivors when I got old enough. Later, when traveling, I'd make it a point to drink a local beer. I recall being disappointed in Rhode Island when the bar only had Bud and no Narragansett. There were local food brands, too. And not just dairy products, which remain largely local. In my case, it was Nalley canned goods such as chili (the brand still exists, but is no longer locally owned), Frye's meat products and Buchan's bread. I'm sure you can come up with examples from your own past. Given all the consolidation we've seen in recent decades, are local/regional products a dying breed? Not necessarily. Many nationwide brands started locally, and start-ups are, almost by definition, local. Consider coffee houses. Yes, there's Starbucks, a local Seattle firm that now spans the globe, as they say. Yet even in Seattle one finds stores from regional chains such as Tully (Seattle) and Peet's (Bay Area). Strong in Southern California, Las Vegas and Oahu is an outfit called Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf. The old regional beers are largely gone -- crushed by Budweiser and Miller -- but now local microbrews are sprouting. Modern communications, including fast, relatively inexpensive transportation, has indeed "nationalized" a number of products -- look at advertisements in old newspapers to get a feel for which products were still local at various times. But as I noted, local is far from finished. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 14, 2010 | perma-link | (11) comments





Monday, January 11, 2010


Getting Lost in Big Cities
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Ever get lost in a big city? Or even disoriented for a few minutes? It probably happens to everyone. I have a fairly good sense where I am and how the surroundings are laid out. This is mostly because I try to get hold of a map and study it before entering unfamiliar territory. If nothing else, this prior knowledge alerts me when I begin to drift away from my mental picture of where I'm trying to head. This shouldn't be news to anyone, but it's pretty hard to get lost in grid-pattern cities. I should add that specific places might be a little hard to track down by address in Salt Lake City, Utah. (The Wasatch Mountains to the east make it difficult to get totally lost there.) You see, the street-naming system is partly based on the Mormon temple and major streets' relationship to it: "East South Temple," for instance. Street patterns based on cow paths or influenced by topography are where trouble can set it, especially in overcast weather or at night when the sun's position is of no help. Fairly flat cities with twisty streets and no tall buildings are the most trouble because there are few landmarks to help guide one. So what cities are the hardest to get around? Here are some of my "favorites." Stuttgart, Germany caused me trouble when driving. It's hilly, and hills and relatively flat areas determine how streets and roads are laid out. I wanted to head out of town to the northeast, but to do so it was critical that I make a certain street change. Despite having my wife holding a street map, I missed the turn and eventually exited to the south, which cost us a up to an hour of extra driving to get back on track. Bamberg, also in Germany, was difficult because we were trying to drive to a hotel in the center. But the presence of a river, pedestrian-only zones and one-way streets -- coupled with the fact that I had only a sketchy motel-brochure map -- resulted in 45 minutes of circling and circling until we finally struck the right route. Never try driving in Bamberg without a good street map. One year I had a terrible time trying to drive to our hotel in Montecatini Terme, Italy. I had been there a few years earlier, but didn't have a street map this time. The city has a large park-like area in the middle where health spas and related facilities are located, and the many of the streets are one-way. So, as I struggled to find the hotel, I realized that I was slowly working myself in the opposite direction. Once more, a high-frustration situation. As for walking, Venice in Italy gets the honors from me. For some reason I once wanted to walk from the train station to the Rialto bridge. Even though I had a map showing all the canals, streets, squares and... posted by Donald at January 11, 2010 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, January 6, 2010


LA Sux ... Or Don't
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- All things considered, it's probably largely a matter of scale. The Los Angeles region is huge. And expanding geographically -- though perhaps not so rapidly as in the past. That might be the main reason I never really cared for it and came to dislike it a lot back in the 80s and early 90s when I had to come here on sales calls or to meet with clients. In the first place, even with a comprehensive freeway system, it can take a long, unpredictable time to get around. One of my clients observed that the system was perpetually on the verge of breakdown, traffic-wise: this was in 1983. Secondly, the socioeconomic sub-areas are themselves large and exaggerated to the point where an observer might be tempted to think the whole place was ritzy/nondescript/scary/whatever. Once in the late 80s I had time to kill and drove Rosecrans Avenue all the way from Norwalk to near the coast. It was an interesting slice of urbanism. But the reality is that all places large enough to strike a visitor as being a city have similar mixes of neighborhoods and so forth. One difference is that, in a smaller city, one can live in one part of town and commute to the other side without chewing up lots of time. I shudder to think of folks who live in the San Fernando Valley, say, and have to work in Irvine. Obviously, it's best to live and work in the same part of the region. But jobs seem to change more easily than places of residence, so hellish commutes can be forced by unplanned circumstances. We are house-sitting in a part of town where we probably could not afford to live (just above the Getty Villa museum). We're handy to both downtown Santa Monica and Malibu. Drop by Rodeo Drive or UCLA? -- just a scenic cruise along Sunset Boulevard. As in other large cities, if one has money, life can be pretty swell so long as you avoid a serious commute. As a rule of thumb for LA, pick a spot to live that's in the hills or near the water or, perhaps best of all, both -- that's where we are for three weeks. Of course the hills do get the occasional fires and mudslides. And strong earthquakes are a threat everywhere. But the winter climate here sure beats that of Seattle, let alone that of Minneapolis, Chicago or New York City. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 6, 2010 | perma-link | (3) comments





Thursday, December 31, 2009


Santa Monica Confidential
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Santa Monica, California has a public restroom problem. That's not the actual problem, but I'll get to that in a bit. I need to admit that I don't know a lot about the town and only casually follow its fortunes. It was known for its beach, a carnival pier and in certain circles as being the site of RAND Corp. (For lots more info, click here for the Wikipedia entry.) As best I recall, civic leaders back in the 70s went into a tizzy of fear that Santa Monica might become too much like their next-door monster, Los Angeles. As a result, by the 1980s, Santa Monica struck me as a pretty drab place with a minimum of bright, new retail locations. That seems to have changed. The downtown area near the bluff above the shore is pleasant and bustling. One street has been turned into a pedestrian mall. It has the usual collection of medium-range stores, and seems to be doing fine -- many pedestrian malls are flops. There are street markets in the same area. Santa Monica also seems to be an arty place. On the way into town on Santa Monica Boulevard I noticed two large art supply stores a block or two apart. The downtown Barnes & Noble bookstore has a very good arts section. A smaller art book shop is down the block, and there's the huge Hennessey & Ingalls bookstore that features painting, design, architecture, photography, landscape and other arts; books are new and used. The Barnes & Noble has a sign on its front door stating that it, unlike most other B&Ns, has no public restroom; one is encouraged to look for one in a public parking garage or in the food court area of the pedestrian mall. There are public restrooms in the park along the bluff, but in town it seems one has to be a patron to get to use a store's or restaurant's facility. The reason for this almost surely has to do with street people and the homeless who have an easier life in balmy southern California than elsewhere. I noticed quite a few shabby, older males hanging around the sidewalks silently begging and can sympathize with business trying to maintain a pleasant environment. But I did find the situation inconvenient. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 31, 2009 | perma-link | (7) comments





Monday, December 28, 2009


Speed and the Breed
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- "Racing improves the breed" is an old saying applied to cars and planes. Maybe even horses as well -- horses are almost entirely off my radar, so I'm not sure. Anyway, I finally got around to reading Race with the Wind cover-to-cover. Its author suggests that racing might have helped advance aeronautical technology during the first two or three decades of flight. But by the mid 1930s, American racing planes actually fell behind military fighter designs, effectively contributing nothing to the World War 2 generation of fighter aircraft. This was definitely the case for engines whose research and development costs went far beyond the means of the small companies specializing in racing planes. It was largely the case in the realm of aerodynamics as well, nothing particularly innovative appearing on racing planes after the very early Thirties. The same seems true for cars -- at first glance, anyway -- especially if the cut-off point is someplace in the late 1950s to mid 1960s. Early racing cars were not grossly different from everyday automobiles, and there surely was a good deal of cross-fertilization. Current Formula 1 machines, Le Mans racers and Nascar iron are far removed from what can be found at your local dealership unless, just maybe, that dealer can sell you a Ferrari, Lamborghini or Bugatti or something similar. Provisional conclusion: racing improves the breed only during the early evolutionary stage of development; once the basics get sorted out, racing becomes less relevant. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 28, 2009 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, December 23, 2009


Traditional Holiday Tradition
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In my limited experience, families tend to work out traditional arrangements for gathering sites when traditional holidays such as Christmas and Thanksgiving roll around. I suspect the tendency, for Christmas especially, is to have the family celebration at the home of the most senior couple in the family. This persists until something extraneous disrupts the pattern and a new arrangement (which often then becomes the new "tradition") is made. I'll toss out some examples from my own past because I know that -- I seem to pay little attention to what other families do -- and you are welcome to contribute arrangements you're familiar with. My maternal grandparents were dead by the time I left infancy, and my father's parents lived across the state in Spokane. Plus, it was wartime and travel was difficult. So Christmas centered at our house. Christmas afternoon get-togethers with cousins across town alternated between our house and theirs. The years I spent in the Army, grad school and part of my time in upstate New York were without family on major holidays. Living in Olympia with my wife and children, we drove the 70 miles to Seattle to do Christmas at my parents' house. When they became too old to host the big event, Christmas shifted to my sister's house which was nearby. Remarried and living in Seattle, the focus shifted to Nancy's family. She has sons in the Puget Sound and San Francisco Bay areas, the latter where her grandchildren are. For the time being, we've been alternating Christmases in the two locales; it remains to be seen whether this arrangement becomes traditional. One of my sister's daughters has a husband whose parents live in Oregon. Every year they do Thanksgiving there and Christmas in Seattle with my sister. To summarize, my hypothesis is that families attempt to keep Christmas and Thanksgiving as family-traditional as possible. Aging, death, marriage, remarriage, becoming adult, moving out of town and other events are disruptive, but the tendency is to establish new traditional arrangements based on the new circumstances. I assume Jewish families and people of other religions tend to do something similar. Am I wrong? Or if I'm essentially right, what other arrangements do families work out besides the ones noted above? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 23, 2009 | perma-link | (2) comments





Tuesday, December 22, 2009


More on Cruisers and Battlecruisers
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Last week I wrote about the cruiser type of naval warship, featuring the U.S. Alaska class, a late World War 2 cruiser as long as near-contemporary battleships. The post evoked some interesting reader remarks that don't deserve to be buried in Comments. Rich Rostrom writes: The first range finders were optical. Basically, two telescopes mounted at the ends of a beam of known length, with the views pulled together by mirrors. One adjusted the mirrors until the target was centered in both views. At that point, the angle of the mirrors and the length of the range finder's baseline gave the range. Later, of course, radar gave ranges - a huge advantage for the Allies. At the Battle of North Cape in 1943, HMS DUKE OF YORK opened fire on SCHARNHORST before the German ship even knew the British force was present. On the other hand, at about the same time, a U.S. task force off the Aleutians wasted a lot of ammo firing at radar ghosts - the "Battle of the Pips". The ALASKA class ships were an interesting group. Battleships (including battlecruisers) were defined as ships with a main gun battery of at least 6 guns of at least 11" caliber, all the same caliber, all in turrets, and at least 6 guns in broadside. By World War II, 12" guns like ALASKA's were considered undersized for battleships, though some old 12" gun battleships were still in service, including USS ARKANSAS. At 29,000 tons, ALASKA was as big as the U.S.'s WW I battleships (26,100 to 32,500 tons). ALASKA was thus almost a battleship. This was reflected in her name. All U.S. battleships bore the names of states: ARIZONA, IOWA, etc. (Cruisers were named for cities - PORTLAND, CLEVELAND, JUNEAU - and destroyers for naval figures - FARRAGUT, MAHAN.) ALASKA and her sisters GUAM, HAWAII, PHILIPPINES, PUERTO RICO, and SAMOA were named for U.S. territories, i.e. not quite states. Another difference between heavy and light cruisers was the size. For WW II, the U.S. chose to build "large light cruisers", with 12-15 guns, which were as large as the 8" gun "heavy cruisers". Ironically, this type was pioneered by Japan - and then the Japanese coverted theirs to heavy cruisers by replacing the 6" triple turrets with 8" twin turrets. However, the British navy built small light light cruisers of 5,000 to 8,000 tons with as few as 6 6" guns. The "battleship"-like design filtered down through warship classes across the first half of the 20th century. As early as 1906, USS SOUTH CAROLINA had a uniform main gun battery, all in multi-gun turrets on the center line. Some early battleship designs included a couple of beam turrets, but by 1915 only center line turrets were allowed. Meanwhile, cruisers continued to mount guns in single beam positions, often in casemates. This continued well into the 1920s. Destroyers also had beam guns. In the 1920s, both classed adopted the same layout as battleships,... posted by Donald at December 22, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, December 21, 2009


Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The season for Christmas and the rest of the year-end holidays is upon us and many Blowhards readers will be hitting the trail to wherever they want or need to be. Blowhards too. Well, this one, anyway. Tomorrow we're heading south for six weeks!!! in California. First, Christmas in the Bay Area with Nancy's grandchildren. Then to Malibu where we house-sit the first three weeks in January. We wind up at Lake Tahoe for her annual ski week. I'll be doing some computer programming for my part-time post-retirement job, but otherwise I should have time to blog on days that I'm not driving up and down the coast or busy with holiday activities. Since bloggers tend to rely on day-to-day events for part of their inspiration for article topics, be braced for a Southern California flavor at 2Blowhards for a while. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 21, 2009 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, December 17, 2009


Night Club Echo
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Remember night clubs? Those fancy watering holes and dining troughs where celebrities gathered to rub elbows with one another and, perhaps of more importance to their careers, elbows of newspaper gossip columnists such as Walter Winchell. Oh. You don't remember night clubs. Or that Winchell fellow, either. That's the curse of being young. I remember Winchell's radio show from my childhood. Night clubs? I never went to any, though I certainly heard about them via radio, TV, the newspapers and movies -- the latter in the 1930s-early 50s would sometimes concoct über night clubs on sound stages where glamor was shown, big bands blasted, dancers cavorted and movie plots were occasionally advanced when all the rest didn't get in the way. One night club I experienced in a very tenuous way was New York's famous Stork Club. I hiked around Manhattan a lot back in 1962-63 when I was in the Army and had a weekend pass. The Stork was on a side street east of Fifth Avenue and had a discreet entrance announcing itself to a world that already knew perfectly well where it was. In short, I occasionally walked past the Stork Club, but never dreamed of trying to enter. Blowhards reader Richard Wheeler has a closer connection to the Stork Club, as he indicates here: * * * * * The Stork Club, Manhattan's premier watering hole from the thirties into the sixties, is an American legend. No other night club has even come close to matching its glamour and excitement. It was the place to see celebrities, and not just the movie variety either. One could just as easily spot John O'Hara or Ernest Hemingway there as Humphrey Bogart or Greer Garson. The club was the topic of a dour social history by Ralph Blumenthal of The New York Times, who devoted himself to focusing on its roots as a speakeasy and its troubles with labor unions and its snobby exclusion of various people. What was utterly missing in Blumenthal's accounts was any sense of the sheer joy it evoked in its patrons, or a sense of its glamour. Sherman Billingsley's night club was the place to go for a great time, to dance or drink or socialize or have fun. It was the most glamorous spot in the nation; the place where Walter Winchell would broadcast from Table 50 in the Cub Room, beginning each program with his usual "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. America, and all the ships at sea." My sister-in-law, Shermane Billingsley, along with her family, has created a splendid cultural and historical website that catches the actual excitement and joy and fame of the Stork Club. It will be a curiosity to the young; but to others it will bring back the magic. It can be found here. * * * * * Wow. We have really interesting readers here. Thank you very much for your account, Richard. And be sure to check out the... posted by Donald at December 17, 2009 | perma-link | (6) comments





Wednesday, December 16, 2009


New Planes, Alternative Lives
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The Boeing 787 transport flew for the first time yesterday. The only publicly announced problem with the flight of the innovative jet was that it was shorter than planned due to the lousy weather here on Puget Sound. I didn't see it fly because I was at work 40-plus miles south of where it was doing its preliminary stuff. But on my commute home I did see it on the tarmac at its Boeing Field destination (it took off from Paine Field near Everett, where it was built). I didn't see it this morning because it seems to have been moved to a hangar. Thanks to their increasing complexity and cost, new aircraft designs are a lot more scarce than they were from the time of the Wright Brothers through the 1950s. However, growing up in Seattle, I got to see a few prototypes tooling around the local skies. I missed the XB-29 (which eventually crashed while on a landing approach) as well as the Stratocruiser (these because I was too young to understand the significance of what I saw flying) and the XB-47 (which spent much of its testing period across the Cascades at the Moses Lake airfield). But I did witness the YB-52 flying low near our house, flaps and landing gear deployed, apparently on a long, low approach to its Boeing Field home. I also saw the prototype 707 and the initial 747 aircraft in the air. Which leads me to fantasize how great it would have been to have been a boy living in the western Los Angeles area sometime around 1937-1952 when Lockheed, North American, Douglas, Northrop, Vultee, Ryan, Consolidated and perhaps a few other aircraft firms in Southern California were cranking out prototype after prototype. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 16, 2009 | perma-link | (0) comments





Tuesday, December 15, 2009


Cruisin' Large
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- USS Alaska That's a battleship in the photo above, right? No, actually. World War 2 marked the beginning of the missile age, but it took a while before navies could fully adjust to them along with concurrent developments in electronics and computation. The result is that I no longer have a clear picture of the spectrum of naval combat vessels aside from aircraft carriers and submarines (yes, I could get off my duff and research the matter). Things were simpler in the era of the two world wars when heavy guns, torpedoes and, eventually, bombs comprised the main offensive weaponry. For instance, fighting ships could be classified by rank in terms of firepower and defensive armor. Setting aside aircraft carriers, battleships were biggest in terms of displacement tonnage, had the thickest armor and the largest guns -- shell diameters ranged from around 12 inches to slightly more than 18 inches for first-line ships in the period 1912-1945. Next were battle cruisers which essentially were battleships with less armor and therefore greater speed; armament was similar. Then came cruisers, a kind of intermediate class, followed by comparatively small, fast destroyers. Being an Army guy with a lot of interest in military aviation, for many years I didn't pay a lot of attention to naval vessels other than battleships and carriers. I knew what destroyers looked like and regarded cruisers as a kind of morph between them and battleships. Actually, that's not a bad approximation because cruisers were definitely larger than destroyers and often didn't look much like battleships. That's not the whole story. By the time of World War 2, the U.S. Navy had ordered cruiser classes of large vessels that looked rather battleship-like. They had only about a third of a battleship's displacement (very roughly 10-15,000 tons versus 30-45,000), but they were nearly as long as battleships. They were proportionally narrower, having a higher fineness ratio to attain faster speeds than (most) battleships. Cruisers were divided into two classes -- heavy and light. The distinction had to do with armament. A heavy cruiser had 8-inch guns whereas a light cruiser's main guns were 6-inchers. Effectiveness was a matter of debate in naval circles. Eight-inch guns obviously packed more punch. But they fired at a significantly slower rate. Advocates of light cruisers held that a light cruiser could smother a heavy cruiser with its fire. There are many other interesting cruiser issues, especially that of the mission of that class of ship. Since this is an arts & culture blog, let's instead focus on appearance. That ship pictured above is one of a class of two that served in World War 2. It's almost a battle cruiser. Some observers claim them to be battle cruisers and the Navy used a different designator for them: Light cruisers in Navy-speak are CLs, heavy cruisers are CAs and the Alaska class are CB -- for "cruiser, battle?" Even though the Alaskas are large ships, their main guns were... posted by Donald at December 15, 2009 | perma-link | (10) comments





Sunday, December 13, 2009


Sporting Sports Figures' Names
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I see it often enough, but there was lots and lots and lots of it around when I was in Las Vegas a couple of weeks ago. Of course I'm referring to guys (and some gals too) who wear a team jersey with a player's number and last name on the back -- just like their sports hero wears on the field. I said "field" because it's football season and that's the sport being sported. Come to think of it, at a University of Washington game in October, some fans were honoring their favorite players in the same manner. Why this strong a degree of public identification? I'm having trouble here because this team jersey thing didn't exist when I was in college and for quite a few years later. At best we might wear a sweatshirt with team colors to a game, but even that was fairly rare. Mind you, I do understand hero worship. I've done it myself when I was young and idealistic (think youthful enthusiasm for John F. Kennedy). But that was mostly for political figures. While I recognized the importance of, say, the quarterback to my college team's success, I'm not sure I would have tried to quasi-impersonate him by wearing part of his uniform even if they sold such garments back in those days. I clearly need help in this matter. Is there an anthropologist in the house? A psychologist, too. Later, Donald ADDENDUM: I forgot to mention that most of the Las Vegas team jersey wearers were over 30. And most of the rest were their children.... posted by Donald at December 13, 2009 | perma-link | (8) comments





Saturday, December 12, 2009


Jets: Freedom of Placement
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- As noted from time to time here, the advent of new technology tends to create a burst of experimentation, the testing of new configurations in the hope of finding the best one. (That's "best" in terms of a compromise dealing with functional efficiency, ease of manufacturing, cost, customer acceptance and others.) Eventually a configuration evolves that fills the bill, though competing products embody small variations from the norm. Of course, small changes in technology will keep the "best" or "ideal" form changing or drifting over time. The exception is when a large technological shift occurs. Then everyone dealing with the product has to scramble. Effects of these sudden changes can be interesting to watch. Just for kicks, consider the early effects of the introduction of jet engines to aircraft design. In the propeller era, the arc of the blade was a significant factor in shaping the configuration of the aircraft. For instance, the propeller and (usually) the engines had to be placed so that the tips of the blades wouldn't touch the ground or other parts of the aircraft. This contributed to a lot of head-scratching by engineers regarding wing placement (high, medium or low relative to the fuselage center-line), length of landing gear assemblies and a number of other issues. Jet power eliminated the propeller (if turboprops are disregarded), so planes could now be designed without regard to propeller arc. Freedom!! Well, not quite. There was the matter of ducting air to the turbine while taking into account pesky details such as boundary airflow and the fact that long exhaust ducts tended to reduce propulsive efficiency -- that is, short tailpipes would be nice to have. Still, the comparative freedom created by the jet engine led to a good deal of experimentation in aircraft shapes from mid-World War 2 well into the 1950s, the greatest burst in the late 1940s. Some examples are shown below. Gallery Yak-15 In an effort to get a jet fighter into production, the USSR's Yakovlev design bureau used a piston-engine design with a jet engine placed in the front where the piston motor would have been. Actually, the jet engine had to be placed lower to allow for a short tailpipe. Front-mounted jet engine layouts proved to be impractical. (The U.S. firm Republic considered adapting its P-47 prop fighter to jet power, but didn't pursue this approach beyond the paper stage.) Bell XP-83 This is a scaled-up, long-range version of America's first jet fighter, the Bell P-59. The engines are tucked under the wings and have minimal ducting, a nice thing in the days when jet engines didn't create much power. On the other hand, the placement combined with the width of the engines added the the plane's frontal area and, therefore, drag -- resulting in lowered performance. McDonnell FH-1 Phantom The Phantom was the U.S. Navy's first operation jet fighter. Like the XP-83, it had two engines, but these were of the thinner, axial-flow variety, resulting in... posted by Donald at December 12, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, December 10, 2009


Zdeno on Materialism and Free Will
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Here are some comment-reactions and philosophy from Zdeno: * * * * * In case anyone, for reasons unfathomable to me, skips the often-more-interesting-than-the-post-itself comment threads here at 2Blowhards, I’ll briefly catch you up to speed: At some point, the question of Ideological Inconsistencies was overtaken (in a good way) by a discussion on free will and strict materialism. My claims to soullessness, which would have resonated well with some of my ex-girlfriends, did not persuade PatrickH and Vladimir, who I feel got the better of the exchange. Fortunately, I have let guest-posting privileges go to my head (Le blog, c’est moi!) so I will use the cheap trick of responding above the fold. I have considered myself a strict materialist well before I heard the phrase, originating with a line of argument taken by my 10th-grade English teacher, a man I later learned was high his entire waking life. I’m not sure how he worked it into our discussion of A Separate Peace, but here it is, as I vaguely remember it: Imagine you were to smash a teacup on a concrete floor. The pieces would scatter throughout the room according to the strength and angle with which you had thrown the cup, the irregularities in the floor where it smashed, and every other material object that interacted with it, all the way down to the air currents and dust motes that nudged the shards of glass in their trajectories. We could not hope to predict the exact placement of each shard, lowly mortals that we are, but in the sense that the final distribution of glass is a function of the physical properties of the room, we can say that the outcome is predetermined. If we were to somehow recreate the exact physical properties of the room and throw the same teacup in exactly the same manner, we would get exactly the same result, perhaps with some variability resulting from quantum randomness. Now extend the analogy to a person walking into (say) his office first thing in the morning. He walks in, grabs a coffee, says hello to a co-worker, then sits down and fires up SPSS. All decisions made via free will, right? But how is the person any different from a teacup? We are all the products of our genes and our experiences. If we could recreate the exact same scenario for our hypothetical office worker – same physical office, the people he interacts with behaving in the exact same way, etc – what reason do we have to suspect that his behaviour would be in any way different from the first time we ran the simulation? Even if we posit the existence of a soul, would the same soul not make the same “choices” over and over again, if we regressed it through the same situation repeatedly? If this logic applies to everyone, than the outcome of any particular scenario we find ourselves in is predetermined – we are... posted by Donald at December 10, 2009 | perma-link | (12) comments





Wednesday, December 9, 2009


Hawaii Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * It does add to trip expense, but it can be worth it. Renting a car. We had a car in Maui last spring and it was useful and fun getting us into town and to more distant parts of the island. My previous visits to Oahu were public-transportation-only affairs; this time we had a car because it was part of a package deal. As a result, I got to see a good chunk of the island. Oahu strikes me as being more scenic than Maui due to the rugged cliffs that apparently are residue from a volcanic caldera. The surfin' North Shore was interesting too, and we were lucky enough to avoid high waves and resulting large crowds for a meet currently underway. Another nice byproduct of the car trip is that I can re-read accounts of the Pearl Harbor attack with a better feel for the locations of military facilities and the terrain in their areas. * Hawaii sections of bookstores sometimes have books about Hawaiian history. Some of those books are by writers who (judging by book covers) seem pretty upset about how the United States came to possess the Sandwich Islands. Indeed the process had its messy spots -- but then, most things political can be messy. But so what? Would Hawaii have been better off under a hereditary-feudal system of the sort found on most of the islands for centuries? Or under the Japanese? Or as a weak, independent country? British rule probably would have been okay -- up till 1940 or so. My guess is that what happened was for the best. And it can't realistically be changed anyway. * Now I have to catch a plane for freezing Seattle ... Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 9, 2009 | perma-link | (1) comments





Tuesday, December 1, 2009


Clothes Make the Cocktail Waitress
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Is it okay for a Down Syndrome victim to pilot the airliner you are about to board? You're not bothered if you son's career goal is Axe Murderer? And it's fine if a doctor with really shaky hands is about to perform brain surgery on you? One of the distortions being perpetrated on our society is that people have the right to hold jobs even if that goes against the best interest of employers or even society at large. I suspect all of you are not okay with the items noted in the first paragraph. So clearly there are limits to personal desire satisfaction in the job market. In other words, nearly all people probably agree that the right to a job is conditional, despite the "equal opportunity" onslaught of the past 40 years or so. The problem / issue / debate is where lines get drawn. What prompts this post is some of the cocktail waitresses I noticed at the Mirage casino in Las Vegas last week. A number of them were elderly or well on the way there. That is, elderly compared to the typical Vegas cocktail waitress whose age seems south of 30. One waitress appeared to be pushing 60 really hard and a couple of others looked to be about 50. All were wearing the standard Mirage skimpy cocktail waitress uniform. This, to me, was the greatest problem. Push-up bras and high-thigh garment cuts are not flattering to most women over age 50 or so. There are two issues here. One is the appropriate age range for Las Vegas cocktail waitresses -- the women who deal with drink orders for gamblers at their tables and slot machines. Casinos clearly prefer to have a waitress staff comprised of young (18 to 30 or maybe 35-year-old) women who are of average weight or less for their height and otherwise are "pleasant" looking or prettier. This probably enhances drink sales at the margin. I suppose casinos tend to think that women older than 45 or 50 seem too "motherly" or have simply lost their looks -- the assumption here is that sales will be lost on the margin where waitresses are older. The second issue, as I see it, is attire appropriateness. We older folks have bodies that sag, wrinkle, bulge and have other unattractive features. Which is why we wisely don't usually wear skimpy clothing. So it seems to me that the Mirage, having chosen to employ over-45 cocktail waitresses, would be doing both waitresses and customers a service by having an alternative uniform that is much more modest. For example, slacks to cover aging legs and tops showing a bit less cleavage would do. The comment thread to this ought to be fun. (Name-calling comments might never see the light of the Internet, however; so be thoughtful, please.) Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 1, 2009 | perma-link | (13) comments





Monday, November 30, 2009


Ain't Science Wonderful!
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Charlton Griffin has been passing along links to "Climategate," as some call it. That's the impact of the appearance of emails from a major climate research center in England indicating that climate researchers were trying to silence opposition to "global warming" and perhaps fudging data used by policymakers. The situation has been evolving so rapidly that I'll pass over links Charlton sent a few days ago to feature this article from The Times (London). It deals with the fact that the research unit destroyed primary climate data, saving only data that had been processed in one form or another. So, unless other sites have copies of the original data, conscientious scientists cannot perform the necessary task of checking the "findings" of the East Anglia organization. I do not know whether or not "global warming" is real, but I've had strong doubts for years that we've departed from normal patterns of temperature swings. Moreover, the business about the warming being "settled science" has driven me to long rants (as my long-suffering wife can tell you) about the inherently tentative nature of scientific findings. I suppose there are others who are more into this and have documentation available, but for years there has been a consistent effort by the pro-warming crowd that dissenters were the equivalent of "flat-earthers" and attention to them should not be paid. This is not science. It is a religion trying to purge heretics. (Hmm. How many stake-burnings will it take to raise world temperatures 0.1 degrees Centigrade?) The fact is, government and academic climate researchers need grants and glory, and the best way to keep all that flowing is to juice up the panic levels. They're human after all. And so is Al Gore: Nobelist, fat and happy, profligate consumer of energy (think huge house, huge houseboat and jet trips everywhere to soak up the cash and adulation of the pious). I'm pleased the sordid truth about the warming movement is finally coming out. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 30, 2009 | perma-link | (33) comments





Wednesday, November 25, 2009


"Themed" Casinos and Entropy
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yesterday I zipped up and down much of the Las Vegas strip; photos will appear here eventually. I noticed something. And that reinforced some impressions I was forming my last visit or two. You see, Las Vegas experienced a transformation starting around 15 or 20 years ago. Casino owners decided, perhaps because of competition for the gambling dollar from Atlantic City, Indian reservation casinos and elsewhere, to add casinos emphasizing themes and in many cases large shopping areas. Currently active themes in the heart of the Strip include Venice, the Italian lake country, King Arthur's court, ancient Egypt, New York City, Caribbean pirate islands, China, a desert oasis and Paris. Well on the way to phase-out are Aladdin's Middle East and Hollywood. (The MGM Grand dropped some of its Hollywood-themed decor. On the other hand, the Aladdin has been pretty much transformed into its new, Planet Hollywood guise.) Did I just mention "phase-out?" What I've been noticing are signs that that theme-purity is starting to diminish in the strongly-themed casinos -- places where even the shops originally tried to conform to the overall scheme. The majority of themed casinos wear their themes lightly, embodying them in the general decor, but not extending to most of the shops and restaurants. A case in point is the Paris. It has a Parisian-style shopping street where all (or nearly all) shops and restaurants were -- Parisian. Yesterday I noticed that one shop site had been taken over by (if memory serves) a Shooz shoe store. And there was a new restaurant that, at a glance, didn't seem particularly French. The Luxor casino began an image remake a few years ago. Its architecture (a hollow pyramid) is impossible to change, but the ground floor details are changing from ancient Egypt to Los Angles show-biz. The Luxor's change was by top management decision. The Paris' seeming shift is probably fed by the need to rent retail space, a need that will likely be enhanced by the current hard economic times. Or, as the title of this post suggests, it's possible that entropy itself kicks in where highly structured, low-entropic conditions exist. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 25, 2009 | perma-link | (3) comments





Saturday, November 21, 2009


Driving Around as Entertainment
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Once upon a time. Ages ago. Before television. Before movies on videotape and DVD. Before iPhones, Twitter and texting. Before the Internet. And before gasoline prices touched $4 per gallon (very roughly 70 Euro cents per liter -- yes, that's cheap by European standards). Before ... where was I? Oh yeah. Back when I was a kid. One thing my family and many others did for entertainment was the Sunday Drive. This was in the days when a four-lane highway outside cities was a big deal in the distant, forested, rain-soaked Pacific Northwest. This meant that trips were fairly short; not many miles because my father didn't like driving a lot in a day and the two-lane roads were slow. Short time-wise because we seldom would stop for a meal, normally accomplishing the trip between lunchtime and dinner. Years later, when I was in graduate school, I'd sometimes entertain myself on weekends by day tripping. From Philadelphia I sometimes ranged as far as New Haven and Washington, DC. Other drives were shorter: through the Amish country or up to Princeton. Today I still do recreational driving. For example, Nancy likes going to the Skagit Valley area to look at tulips in the spring and to browse the shops in the quaint town of La Conner. Actually, I'm pretty sure a lot of people still take recreational drives, this despite fuel prices and nagging from the Green crowd. It's just that you don't hear about it as much with all the other weekend activies available these days. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 21, 2009 | perma-link | (10) comments




Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * I'm entering a period of heavy travel, but will be packing my trusty [knocks on wood] macBook and expect to blog at not too much of a reduced pace. It's Las Vegas 22-29 November for our annual visit there. From what I read, the town has been hit pretty hard by the recession. But it might be hard to tell by looking; a ten percent drop (for instance) in crowds isn't easy to distinguish, but closed shops are unambiguous. How many Gucci stores does any one city need? Or can support? Then 3-9 December we go to Honolulu, taking advantage of a recession-inspired travel deal. This trip, for the first time, I get to drive and so will be able to explore Oahu beyond the Honolulu - Pearl Harbor areas I'm slightly familiar with. * I'm still looking for 2Blowhards article contributions from readers. Don't be shy about contacting me and presenting your topic ideas. Longer-term, I'll need to recruit one or two full-time Blowhards. That's a major step, and I don't want to rush things. But if you are interested in that prospect, the key is to submit consistently interesting work to prove your abilities and tenacity. I don't rule out interests that overlap mine, but the health of the blog demands greater diversity in subject matter than I can provide. Needed topics are movies, literature, music, theater, sculpture and other arts I have only superficial knowledge of. Later, Donald UPDATE: Got to thinking. Can some readers come up with articles about Steampunk? I don't read enough of that genre to do the subject justice.... posted by Donald at November 21, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, November 18, 2009


On Becoming a Road Warrior
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I sort of realized it at the time, but now I know for certain that I was a pretty fortunate commuter during most of my working life. That's because I'm now on the road the better part of three hours a day on those days I commute to Olympia from Seattle on notoriously crowded Interstate 5. Door-to-parking-garage distance is about 65 miles, and I avoid absolute peak traffic hours on the return commute simply because I don't reach Tacoma until after 5:30 and Seattle until nearly 6:30. Plus, going north-south and then south-north, I'm mostly going against the main flow (though the counter-stream can be pretty heavy in spots too). For many years I either worked at home or else had a five-mile small-city commute to work, so you probably can understand how spoiled I was. Still, I can be something of a stoic, and do what I have to do -- even though my work days chew up 11-12 hours and leave me pretty well shot once I get home. It helps that I enjoy driving except when there are significant delays. There are no practical alternatives to my long commute. Car pools, buses and trains aren't in my picture. Moreover, were these conveniently available, time traveling would not be any less. This brings to mind an acquaintance from grad school days, a Ph.D. physicist who morphed into a Wall Street "quant." He lived in Yardley, Pennsylvania, caught a train someplace near Trenton, rode the thing to (I'm guessing) Newark and switched to the PATH train to get to Wall Street. Or he might have gone from Trenton to Pennsylvania Station and then caught a subway for downtown. I used to think his commute was ghastly, and it still might be worse than mine even though he didn't have to drive those trains. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 18, 2009 | perma-link | (8) comments





Friday, November 13, 2009


Don't Know Jack
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Apparently this has been going on for a while, but I didn't notice it until I drove to California and back recently. It seems that the regional fast-food chain Jack in the Box (see here for details if you're not familiar with it) has changed its logotype. The old logo, thanks to years of advertising, has become strongly associated with "Jack" the company spokesman -- the ball-shaped head and yellow cap also having been part of store signage for periods of time. Logotypes, old (left) and new (right) Jack "himself" Okay, so the new logo is adult, sophisticated, clean and doubtless embodies a host of additional presumed design virtues. I think it's a mistake. This is a fast-food, mostly-hamburger joint and not some upscale veggie lounge, as the new logo suggests. Bright, brash and eye-catching are what's needed, and the previous logo supplied enough of that. What we have now looks like the result of some snobbish design consultant thinking too hard. Plus a corporate management that doesn't seem to understand the company's heart. For the sake of piling on, here is another unhappy observer's take. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 13, 2009 | perma-link | (11) comments





Tuesday, November 10, 2009


Boring Post About Cameras
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm back from California where, among other things, I gave my new digital camera a workout. As a result, you are hereby warned that what follows is one of those excruciatingly boring posts combining hobbyist navel-gazing and nerdy number references. If cameras don't interest you, please bail out before it's too late and you're sucked into The Quicksand of Geek. [Pause to the sound of scurrying computer mice] My old camera, a Nikon Coolpix S5, took good photos within the limits of its capabilities, but those capabilities proved to be annoyingly limited. Indoor, non-flash photos were usually blurred and the optical telephoto was on the order of 3X. For a while I was most interested in being able to get decent non-flash pictures and focused on cameras that did well on that task. Then I got to thinking that I used telephoto a lot more, so that had to weigh more heavily. With a budget limit of $400 dollars I finally bought a Panasonic Lumix DMC-ZR1. Its lens capability in classical SLR terms is a zoom from 25 to 200mm. This approximates the range I had available (by switching lenses) on the Nikon F cameras I used a lot when in the Far East during my army days. All that capability fitting in a pocked contrasted to all the camera and lens cases dangling from my neck when I was traipsing through Tokyo: amazing progress! Self-portrait at Santa Barbara Biltmore This is a non-flash photo taken at the Four Seasons Biltmore hotel in Montecito in the Santa Barbara area. The lighting conditions were pretty contrasty and the focus zone was indefinite, but the camera did a fairly decent job, considereing. I am pleased with it. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 10, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments





Sunday, November 8, 2009


Incomprehensible Sports
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I recently wrote about how silly many sports can seem to people disinterested in them. Today the subject is sports that are incomprehensible to ignorant spectators. Sports such as basketball, soccer and hockey are probably easy to figure out because an object has to be moved about until hit enters a target zone. For me, one sport I watched that made almost no sense is cricket. Without researching the rules, mere observation yielded only a sketchy sense of what was happening. Any other nominees? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 8, 2009 | perma-link | (12) comments





Saturday, November 7, 2009


Silly Sports
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Even though some people become wrapped up into them to the point that the scene is almost indistinguishable from warfare, to a disinterested outsider, most (all?) sports can appear silly to some extent. Consider: Rolling a ball to knock over pieces of wood. Kicking an air-filled bladder up and down a field. Bouncing a ball across a floor and then trying to hit a target with it (the ball, not the floor -- though the latter prospect is intriguing). I could go on with such verbal twists, but you surely get the idea. This leads to the question of which sport seems silliest to outsiders. Golf was almost my first choice, but I got to thinking more deeply. The game seems to be an extension of the simple, happy act of swatting a small stone along a field using a stick. That I can related to, even though I don't golf. No, to me the silliest sports involve whacking something back and forth using a flat-surfaced object of some sort. Badminton, ping-pong, squash and tennis, to be precise. It's the intercession of the hitting device as an extension of the arm that pushes these sports into the "huh?" realm for me. Any other candidate sports? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 7, 2009 | perma-link | (15) comments





Sunday, November 1, 2009


California Notebook
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm in California and will be on the road for another eight or so days and post when possible. Below are short shots about what I've noticed so far. * Despite a nice dose of rain a couple of weeks ago, it's still very dry here. Interstate 5 passes by the start of the lake behind Shasta Dam. Every other time I've passed through the Lakehead area (and I've done it dozens of times over the last 40 years) there has been lake water. Sometimes it's been up to the brim. Mostly the level has been down to a greater or lesser extent. But this trip there was no lake at all there. Just a lot of red soil in sloping banks with a narrow cut at the bottom created by the Sacramento River. Closer to the dam there was a lake surface, so it's not totally dry -- by drier than I've ever seen it. I hope California gets a rainy winter because it needs it badly. * San Francisco's tourist zones are holding up pretty well. One sign of slackness was that we were able to ride cables cars without much delay. (Sometimes, the wait is prohibitively long unless one is at a terminus; at intermediate stops you can't get on unless someone gets off in a full-car situation.) The Post Street - Union Square area looked good and there were few empty storefronts. Nancy's impression was that the square didn't have visible deralects, though there were panhandlers on corners a few blocks away. One clever fellow down by Fisherman's Wharf crouched on a sidewalk disguised as a bush. A happy fellow and surrounding crowd, especially when he confused dogs seeking a rest room. * I suspect most tourists regard the Bay Area as highly urban. And it is -- mostly. Yet there are places only a few miles from heavily built up areas that are home to horse and beef cattle farms. I'm thinking of valleys and canyons along the hills separating Oakland, Hayward and other East Bay cities from cities such as San Ramon and Danville in the next valley to the east. For the record, the horsey stuff I saw (along with rural dog kennels) was along Crow's Canyon and the cattle were in the Orinda-Moraga area. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 1, 2009 | perma-link | (0) comments





Wednesday, October 28, 2009


Transcending Rotten
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Recently Zdeno, who not long ago attended University in Canada, presented his take on the state of things in higher education in North America. He promised a follow-up with his views on how to fix things, and here it is. * * * * * A re-introduction, for those just now tuning in: I have proposed a complete liquidation of North America’s institutions of higher education. Every University, College, Technical Institute and Sylvan Learning Centre that is owned by any level of government – give it the eBay treatment. (Throw in the entire K-12 system while you’re at it , but we’ll save that post for another day). I’ve spent the past half-decade in a couple of these venerable institutions, and I’ve seen how they operate. The things we should want in our Universities – education, honest scholarship, practical research and curiosity – I saw very little of. In their place were drugs, debauchery, alcoholism, academic dishonesty, and worst of all, course content of an indescribably bad quality. But before we pledge ourselves to the liquidationist cause, we need to be reasonably sure that the world we create is better than the one we currently inhabit. For a change as radical as this one, we need to be really, really, really, reasonably sure. As of this writing, I feel pretty good about the idea. But I’ll feel a lot better if I lay my case out for all you bright people to pick apart, and come out alive on the other end. Let’s discuss the various organs of the Beast in increasing order of difficulty – I’ll begin with what I feel are the most easily-recognized-as-crap aspects of the system, and proceed from there. This approach gives me a very obvious starting point: Business programs. About which: As your one-armed buddy says when you ask him what it was like back in ‘Nam, I can only say, “You had to be there.” Mountains of textbooks, lectures and PowerPoint slides, all repackaging whichever pseudo-scientific theories-of-week were published in this month’s Harvard Business Review. I won’t be so cruel as to recommend you actually peruse any of this material, but please spend a few minutes clicking through some Dilbert comics. There is a reason why Scott Adam’s caricature of the useless, pointy-haired business-school graduate resonates with so many. But let’s say we give every business school the axe. What will replace them? My answer: Nothing. Craters, hopefully. If a kid wants to learn about business, the best thing he can do is go work in one. Once he figures out what kind of role he’s best suited for, he can learn the skills required along the way. How hard is it to calculate a net present value? Not very. Next up: The Arts. This one’s not so hard either. Most of what is taught in Arts departments is either completely worthless - Gender, Ethnic, Post-Colonial, and Marxist-Leninist Studies – or so poorly taught that their inclusion... posted by Donald at October 28, 2009 | perma-link | (26) comments





Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Speechless
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I am dumbfounded. I do not know what to say. We were at Seattle's home show Sunday and one of the displays featured this: Which is a new product by a firm named Caroma whose Web site is here. I cannot imagine myself using the thing as intended. Or otherwise. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 27, 2009 | perma-link | (14) comments





Monday, October 26, 2009


Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * We still want to post contributions by 2Blowhards readers. As mentioned several weeks ago, my interests in arts and culture are limited and this blog requires wider coverage than I can provide. I will welcome prospective articles about paintings, cars, planes, history and the stuff I like. But we do need solid material covering literature, music, movies and other fields that Michael Blowhard plowed. So drop me an email (a link is provided on the panel to the left) with topic ideas and a short autobiographical note if you think you might be interested. Please don't be shy! * Nancy and I hit the road to California Wednesday and will be traveling for about two weeks. Stops include: the Bay Area; Gilroy-Hollister-San Juan Bautista; Solvang and Santa Barbara; and the Carmel-Monterey area. As usual, I'll bring a computer and will have a camera handy. Posting will be as frequent as I can manage. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 26, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments




The Rains Return
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm sitting here in Barnes & Noble's version of Starbucks flailing away on my [crosses fingers] trusty macBook. Outside, it's nasty. Not seriously nasty. Not this early into fall. But not pleasant enough to be outside in either. Heavier than normal rain, a cold front arriving this afternoon, snow in the Cascades passes, highs for the next few days at around 50 degrees Fahrenheit. The Puget Sound area had an exceptionally nice, dry, sunny, sometimes unseasonably hot summer. One perspective is that we're now paying the price for that good fortune. Actually, I welcome the change, though I'd rather have our usual light drizzle than the heavy stuff. And my position can be rationalized by claiming (correctly) that the West Coast, with its seasonal rain pattern, needs plenty of winter snowpack to provide water for the following summer. The weather brings memories of fall when I was a kid. In particular, I think of being trundled off to Cub Scout meetings: Climbing into those tall, solid post-World War 2 sedans in the dark, wet evenings. Reflections of street lights and light from windows on the wet streets. Fallen maple leaves plastering the ground. Sigh. That's a major part of Seattle for those of us who grew up here. It's a cliché, of course. In terms of annual inches of rainfall, Seattle is little different from New York City. Yet that's only a statistic, because Seattle's rain is concentrated in December-February with lesser slop-over for adjoining months; New York's rain is spread more evenly across the year. What gives Seattle it rainy reputation is the fact that it's cloudy here and for much of the time it seems like it might rain. That's why some migrants from sunnier states have trouble staying here; the climate is too depressing for them. Other parts of the country and world have their own weather clichés -- not permanent conditions, yet incorporating a strong element of truth. My image of Phoenix, Arizona is high heat. That of Los Angeles is perpetual sun even though I was there about this time of year a few years ago when it experienced drenching rains and even tornado conditions. My Gulf Coast image is muggy weather and foliage on the edge of decay. Florida means hurricanes, Kansas tornadoes. Other areas for some reason don't conjure up strong associations with weather or climate. North Carolina? Missouri? Pennsylvania? I could be mistaken, of course. I'm curious what weather associations readers have. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 26, 2009 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, October 15, 2009


Back to the Salt Mine
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I retired three years ago. Washed my hands of it all. Focused on new activities. And now they want me back. It seems that because of drastic changes in the way the Census Bureau deals with measurements of population characteristics for smaller political units (switching from items on the census schedule to a large, continuous survey), organizations making population estimates are having to reconsider their methodologies. For some reason, the folks down the road in Olympia think I might be able to help. So I thought I'd give it a whirl. It's not a full-time gig; I'll be putting in a couple of months of consulting effort scattered between now and the end of May. It'll mean playing road warrior and occupying a cubicle when I'm on duty, but I don't think blogging here will be seriously affected. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 15, 2009 | perma-link | (1) comments





Friday, October 9, 2009


Camaro Style, Original and Retro
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm not sure whether or not there's any light at the end of General Government Motors' tunnel, but there is a speck of sales light in the initial reaction of customers to Chevrolet's latest iteration of its sporty Camaro line. As this Wikipedia entry indicates, Camaros were phased out after the 2002 model year, but allowed to return for 2010. It remains to be seen if the initial buyer enthusiasm represents the start of long-term popularity or was simply nothing more than a short burst fueled by a small number of Camaro enthusiasts. I'm inclined to think the second hypothesis is the case, though I'd be happy to be proved wrong. Styling of the new Camaro was intended to harken to that of the original 1967 version. The question is, How many of today's drivers were enthralled by the original styling which last saw production 40 years ago? If you count teenagers alive at the time, the original Camaro crowd has to be around age 55 or older now. If to this might be added the teenage-boys-who-drive-cars-as-old-as-they-are group, the bottom age is pushed down to 40. Let's call it age 50. Fifty-plus-year-olds (if they haven't been hit by the recession) tend to have the kind of money to buy Camaros, and this works in the marque's favor for a while anyway. Marketing conclusion: We Shall See. Now let's look at the styling. Gallery 2010 Ford Mustang 2010 Dodge Challenger 2010 Camaro Above are the "pony cars" (a nickname inspired by the original, fabulously successful 1964/65 Ford Mustang) currently offered by U.S. based car companies. All evoke styling of the original versions (the Challenger first appeared for the 1970 model year). The cars share a number of styling themes. Each has two air intake openings, a short, wide one high on the front end and a lower one below the bumper -- the latter probably being the major source of radiator cooling air, the former more of a styling touch. The Camaro and Challenger have a proportionally large lower body compared to the relatively small top. This arrangement has the advantage of emphasizing the engine compartment and wheels -- features suggesting high performance. And the wheels/tires are large relative to the height of all three the cars, again suggesting high performance (see my article here on automobile proportions). Now for some comparisons of 1967 and 2010 Camaro styling. 1967 2010 Three-quarter rear views show that the 2010 model borrowed heavily from the 1967 even though body proportions are different. Note the shape of the back windows, the rear quarter windows, the wheel cut-outs, the horizontal crease midway on the sides, the shape and number of tail lights and the direction of the lower side-panel creases. A major difference is the flatness of the 2010's trunk that is emphasized by the aerodynamic spoiler mounted at its rear. This flatness -- from the photo, the trunk top seems almost scooped out or dished in (take your pick)... posted by Donald at October 9, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, October 6, 2009


Link Pile
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Michael Blowhard, our main link provider, no longer blogs here full-time. Nevertheless, we'll do our best to carry the torch: Power Line's John Hinderaker understands how bogus so many rankings and ratings of places can be. He offers a UN country "ranking" as his example here. Righty movie critic Christian Toto comments on reviewers of Michael Moore's "Capitalism: A Love Story" here. Los Angeles, a "nanny city," has banned new fast food restaurants in parts of town to fight fat. So RAND weighs in with a study. (Cats catch mice, lemmings run off cliffs, RAND does studies; it's their nature.) In the rest of California as well as parts of Arizona and Nevada, the In-N-Out Burger chain is doing just fine. Apparently even some serious chefs enjoy the product. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 6, 2009 | perma-link | (0) comments




McDonalds at the Louvre, Oh My!
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- London's Telegraph reports that a McDonald's restaurant and McCafé coffee shop will be opening soon in one of the entry areas to Paris' famed Louvre art museum. A few highlights: Lovers of France's two great symbols of cultural exception – its haute cuisine and fine art – are aghast at plans to open a McDonald's restaurant and McCafé in the Louvre museum next month. America's fast food temple is celebrating its 30th anniversary in France with a coup -the opening of its 1,142nd Gallic outlet a few yards from the entrance to the country's Mecca of high art and the world's most visited museum. ... The Louvre has the right to protest against boutiques it considers fail to meet such criteria. However, the museum told the Daily Telegraph it had agreed to a "quality" McCafé and a McDonald's in place by the end of the year, which it said was "is in line with the museum's image". "The Louvre welcomes the fact that the entirety of visitors and customers, French or foreign, can enjoy such a rich and varied restaurant offer, whether in the museum area or gallery," the museum said in a statement. The McDonald's would represent the "American" segment " of a new "food court", and would be situated "among (other) world cuisines and coffee shops," it wrote. ... There was already an outcry last year when Starbucks opened a café perilously close to the Right bank museum's entrance. Employees and art aficionados sent management a petition in protest; the café opened regardless but was asked to provide a cultural corner of brochures and catalogues as a placatory measure. This interests me for two reasons. First, I take some of my meals at McDonald's when in France. Second, in May I had a cup of coffee at the Louvre Starbucks mentioned in the article. Even though I'm a fussy eater, I do eat in French restaurants most of the time when visiting L'Hexagone. Still, there are times when a McDonald's is called for. Breakfasts at our hotel cost around 13 euros. For that amount you get orange juice, a croissant, a small baguette, butter, jam, coffee and perhaps another small item. The alternative I opted for was a ten-minute walk up the hill to the corner of the boul' Mich and the rue Soufflot (which leads to the Panthéon) where a McDonald's can be found. My breakfast there was comprised of the French version of an Egg McMuffin (lots more protein than the hotel fare) and a cup of coffee. The prix? Two euros. I get the feeling that articles about McDonald's in France (or the headlines, anyway) give Americans the impression that an "Ugly American" operation is underway with hordes of uncouth, loudmouthed tourists from Flyover Country cramming every inch of every McDonald's while driving the French to seething hatred. Sadly to some, 'tain't so. Sure, Yanks such as me do indeed patronize McDonald's in France -- besides Paris, I breakfasted... posted by Donald at October 6, 2009 | perma-link | (8) comments





Friday, October 2, 2009


The Olympics: A Modest Proposal
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Today's earth-shattering news is that the 2016 Olympics are to be held in Rio and not Chicago. Unlike many commentators, I'll set aside the matter of the incompetence of Our Blessed Leader and his Crack Advisory Team in their public-relations-stunt effort to persuade the IOC to anoint the City of the Big Shoulders as the site. Instead, I express relief that some other nation has to scrape up the money to pay for that increasingly bloated monstrosity of a sports circus. Living in Seattle, I'm only a three-hour drive from the Vancouver, BC fringes of the 2010 Winter Games. That's way too close for comfort, especially because February is the one part of next winter that I'll be here and not in California. I grumble because I consider the Olympics to be too large, too expensive, too professionalized, too politicized and too televised. Turn the clock back to 1924 or even 1912 if it can't be turned all the way back to the 1896 Athens games. Which leads me to the Modest Proposal mentioned in the title above. For some time now, a host nation is allowed to add a new sport to the event roster. This has been one of the bloat factors. I propose that, starting with the 2012 Olympics, the host nation eliminates an event. Immune from this shaving would be the events staged in, say, the 1908 games. Therefore, by 2100, the Olympic Games will be small enough that each remaining event could be better appreciated. So that settles that. And it ought to help reduce the cost of hosting the games. Now we have to come up with ways to dial back professionalization, international politics and lousy TV coverage. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 2, 2009 | perma-link | (7) comments





Tuesday, September 29, 2009


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * When I was young, the primary Yellowstone National Park distraction/hazard/roadblock was bears -- sometimes mangy, usually begging, occasionally too insistent brown bears. On my trip to Yellowstone last year and again this year I didn't spy a single bear. Instead of bears, we see ... * I know 2Blowhards tends to be New York and Seattle-centric. But that has to do with where Blowhards are based. A fact of blogging life is that a good share of content flows from article ideas inspired by everyday life of the blogger. And speaking of Seattle (as I often do), I'll pass along a new blog dealing with architecture, planning and their ilk in the Puget Sound area. The blogger is "GW" and he contends here that in a few respects, Seattle is a conservative -- risk-averse, actually -- place. * While I'm in a Seattle groove, first is a photo showing the Seattle Seahawks football team's uniform as it was in recent seasons. Following that is a photo of the uniform worn in Sunday's game against the Chicago Bears. No wonder the Seahawks lost. With those uniforms, they deserved to. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 29, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, September 27, 2009


Alive and Living in Argentina
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Today HotAir.com offered this link from London's Daily Mail regarding a finding that a skull thought to have been Adolf Hitler's actually was that of a woman, according to DNA tests. No doubt that revelation will set History Doubters, Conspiracy Theorists and Truthers of all sorts aflutter. I don't much care. Hitler was born 120 years ago 20 April, so I doubt that he's likely to magically appear anytime soon in Munich hale, hearty and rarin' to start the Fourth Reich. The likely explanation is that the Russians simply found the wrong skull when in 1946 they scoured the bunker site looking for remains. There is no reason as yet to seriously doubt the accepted version of the dictator's last hours. The reaction to the news might have been different in the late 1940s. In those days a tabloid called the Police Gazette regularly sprouted headlines asserting that Hitler was alive in Argentina. I was just a kid then and bought only comic books at the drugstore periodicals section, so I never read the doubtlessly compelling proof the magazine surely offered. And why Argentina? The Argentine president, Juan Peron, was friendly to refugees from Germany in the years following the war. For example, Focke-Wulf aircraft designer Kurt Tank went there to develop a jet fighter for Peron's air force. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 27, 2009 | perma-link | (3) comments





Saturday, September 26, 2009


Memorializing Defeats
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I took the above photo at the site of Custer's Last Stand -- the Battle of the Little Bighorn that took place 25 June, 1876 in southeastern Montana. As many (40 years ago, I would have written "most") Americans know, Lt. Col. George Custer and all the soldiers and Indian scouts with him perished in the fight. Considering its isolation, the battlefield is a popular tourist site; at least one tour bus was there and the parking lot was pretty full in mid-September -- late in the tourist season. A very popular attraction in Hawaii is the battleship Arizona memorial in Pearl Harbor. Some people visit San Antonio, Texas with the main purpose of seeing the Alamo. And then there's the World Trade Center site in lower Manhattan, yet another tourist attraction. Each of these sites has to do with a military or quasi-military disaster. I read that the British also reserve some of their patriotic sentiment for defeats or near-defeats. Is this an Anglo-Saxon thing? I don't know enough about other countries to speak with certainty, but I suspect that military victories get most of the attention. (One exception: the French Foreign Legion defeat at Cameron, Mexico in 1863 is a subject of supreme honor for that service.) Is it healthy from a national willpower standpoint to memorialize defeats? Maybe so. Britain and the United States have nearly always been winning their wars for the last 300 years, so the memorializing doesn't seem to have done any harm. Or perhaps the fact of being victorious has made it easier to shrug off defeats in campaigns that were ultimately won. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 26, 2009 | perma-link | (9) comments





Wednesday, September 23, 2009


The Joy of Groupthink
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Management, like education and other disciplines, tends to go from one trendy concept to another. Call it a search for silver bullets. Carried long enough, the pattern comes closely enough to repeating itself that the description "cycle" can be applied. These concepts usually have to do with how to change ongoing processes in a direction that improves one or more outcomes -- having happier students plus better test scores, for example. On the other hand, there are organizational factors so perennial that one might even lump them into that ever-useful category, Human Nature. Today's case has to do with the tendency of people in groups to think and operate in similar ways. At the action level, this is usually a good thing. In an army, something called doctrine is established that serves to reduce confusion and allow commanders to give orders in the knowledge that subordinates will attempt to carry out those orders in a predictable way. At the very lowest infantry level, this consists of fire-and-maneuver tactics for squads. Doctrine-like behavior can be a bad thing at higher levels of management. This is what is sometimes called Groupthink, where certain ideas, information and courses of action are informally or even officially foreclosed. The danger here is that an organization will fail to notice a problem or danger and not act optimally when trouble occurs. David French at National Review Online unearthed a U.S. Army set of bullet-points from 1977 or earlier concerning Groupthink; his posting is here. Also from NRO is this article by Victor Davis Hanson that compares Groupthink that might be occurring in the Administration with Groupthink as it is often practiced in universities. Before emerging as a leading public intellectual, Hanson taught for many years at Fresno State University, not far from his family homestead near Selma, California. So he knows the academic turf. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 23, 2009 | perma-link | (7) comments





Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Regional Clothing
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Last week I was kickin' around places such as Cody and Jackson Hole in Wyoming, strolling the streets and checking out the shops as entertainment. No surprise, a lot of the male tourist-bait in clothing stores was comprised of cowboy gear. Some of this was actually working stuff such as leather chaps and wide-brim hats of various gallonage. But a lot of it was dress-up cowboy clothing. Examples include tooled, pointed-toe cowboy boots, leather jackets with Buffalo Bill type fringes, fancy belts with big, flashy silver buckles, shirts with two fabric patterns separated by swoopy cutlines -- you probably get the picture. As merchants know, tourists tend to have looser pockets than when at home; souvenir stuff becomes strangely appealing. Aside from a few baseball caps, I dodged the apparel bullet. One reason I dodged was that cowboy togs are rarely seen in the Puget Sound area -- county fairs and country-western bars and shows excepted. And I prefer to blend in rather that show off in public. That absence of cowboy clothing suggests that a lot of other people around here either feel the same way or else look down on that kind of apparel. Regional variation in clothing is dictated to some degree by climate, of course. Here in the Seattle area, waterproofing is an important consideration. Places with severe winters require clothing that conserves body heat. And so forth. Nevertheless, during the summer months there is no weather-related reason why cowboy clothing couldn't be worn around here. Aloha shirts are seen. (Believe it or not, the Tommy Bahama company is based in Seattle.) So is safari gear. But hardly any western stuff. Conformity? Prejudice? What do you think? And are there any clothing peculiarities (positive or negative) where you live? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 22, 2009 | perma-link | (9) comments





Friday, September 18, 2009


Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm in Sun Valley, Idaho this evening and won't be back to Seattle until late Sunday. On Monday I hope to post some thoughts regarding the future direction of 2Blowhards now that Michael, the indispensable heart and soul of this place, will no longer be blogging regularly. Clearly, I cannot carry the content-production burden alone if for no other reason than my range of interests is too narrow; I have little to say about movies, music and literature, for example. Before I get around to doing the post mentioned above (which will be a solicitation for suggestions along with some of my own ideas), if any of you have immediate thoughts, either leave a comment here or else email me via the address link near my name at the panel to the left. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 18, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Thursday, September 17, 2009


End of the Line
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Everyone -- A fast note to let visitors know what I've already informed Donald and Friedrich about: I'm retiring from blogging at 2Blowhards. It's been a great adventure, as well as (in web terms anyway) a pretty long one -- Friedrich and I first put our feet in the blogging waters back in, gadzooks, 2002. But over the last year or so my energy for pulling together fresh blogpostings has waned, and I've finally concluded that the time has come to cede the stage. Although I'll probably be making occasional Friedrich-like guest appearances, Donald will be the main force driving the blog forward. He assures me that he has loads of topics in him that he's looking forward to sharing thoughts and information about, and I'll certainly be reading his wonderful work with avidity and pleasure. Many thanks to my fellow Blowhards, but special thanks as well to the many people who have visited the site, left comments, sent me emails, etc. When Friedrich and I were setting up 2Blowhards, I thought that our blogging would be a matter of telling the world what we thought. Instead, running 2Blowhards turned out to be far more social and participatory than that. I wound up not as some guy behind a microphone giving a lecture; instead, I became more like the proprietor of a cafe where many cool and interesting people stopped by to swap ideas and impressions, make jokes, squabble, and generally hang out. And you know what? That was a far more pleasing and rewarding activity than anything I could have dreamed up on my own. I hope never to lose track of the many nifty people I've met here. I'm puttering whimsically away with a personal website, and I love using Facebook to pass along goofy links. If you'd like to stay in touch, I would too. Send me an email at michaelblowhard at gmail, and let's swap real names and email addresses, and/or arrange to Friend each other on FB. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 17, 2009 | perma-link | (71) comments





Wednesday, September 16, 2009


Geriatric Road Warriors
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm still on the road. This evening, it's Cody, Wyoming where tomorrow we'll check out the big Western museum named in honor of Buffalo Bill Cody, founder of this town. Yesterday at Mt. Rushmore the guide on our short walk to the base of the mountain made it clear that "buffalo" are not buffalo; the North American variety are bison. If true, then it surely must be Bison Bill Cody, Bison, New York and its Bison Bills football team. And the old bison nickel coin, ..., ad infinitum. One thing I've been noticing during the trip is how many retirees seem to be on the road. This is related to the fact that families with school-age children wound up their summer travel by early this month, and savvy retirees wait until after that before hitting the road. At any rate, in the Black Hills - Yellowstone region there are scads of travelers, if the numbers of cars in motel parking lots are any indication. Here in Cody, several motels had their No Vacancy signs lit by the time we were driving back to our digs after dinner. No doubt bookkeepers for the motels, filling stations, restaurants and tourist attractions see signs that the country is in a recession despite my casual observations above. Nevertheless, many (most?) retirees have predictable, steady incomes and might be feeling more free to travel than workers in iffy job situations. I should also note that, despite what news media and even history books say, even in depressions the majority of the working age population is employed: trips get taken, clothing is purchased. Even big-ticket items such as cars and houses eventually find buyers. True, sales levels might have plunged, but life does not stop and the economy staggers ahead regardless. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 16, 2009 | perma-link | (2) comments





Saturday, September 12, 2009


Remembering Regional Gasoline Brands
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- So here we are in Sheridan, Wyoming. Two days and 965 or so miles into our journey through the cowboy part of flyover country. Once we got nicely into Montana yesterday, I started noticing Sinclair gas stations with the little green dinosaur trademark. Brought back memories, that dino did. I did a lot of coast-to-coast driving 1965-75 and experienced regional gasoline stations. Nowadays, thanks to mergers and marketing rearrangements, different gasoline brands still tend to cluster geographically, but it's not the same as it was. Going back to the early 20th century, Standard Oil was broken into several regional oil companies. In the northeast was the Esso brand ("Esso" = "S" "O" for Standard Oil, get it?). There was Humble in Texas (an arm of Esso), Sohio and Marathon in Ohio and the Midwest, Standard of Indiana in the Midwest and in the West, Standard of California which sold gas in Standard stations and Chevron stations. There were other regional brands. Gulf in the east, along with Atlantic, Sunoco and Cities Service. Out west when I was young were Richfield, Associated ("Flying A") and Union 76. The Plains and Rocky Mountain West were served (in various subareas) by Phillips 66, DX, Conoco, Skelly and the aforementioned Sinclair. There were a few brands that came close to or succeeded in being nationwide. These were Shell, Texaco and Mobil (actually, a Standard fragment -- the company was for a while known as Socony Vacuum, "Socony" short for Standard oil company of New York, but products were marketed under the "Mobil" name). From the 1950s into the 1990s gasoline companies had their own credit cards for making purchases. This could create trouble for long-distance drivers not wanting to carry a lot of cash for buying gas. So some companies worked out deals with others for cross-honoring credit cards. As best I remember, I had cards for Shell, Texaco and California Standard, figuring that I could get reasonably good national coverage from those alone. One nice byproduct of all those gasoline brands for a road map nut like me was having the opportunity to scoop up lots of maps from lots of different brands -- this was before oil companies stopped giving away road maps. For better or worse, I still have most of them. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 12, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Thursday, September 10, 2009


Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We're hitting the road again. This time, a ten day jaunt to South Dakota's Black Hills / Badlands area and points between, including Bozeman and Jackson Hole. As usual for domestic travel, I'll bring along a computer and post when I can. One potential problem in the Mountain West and the edge of the Great Plains is Verizon's coverage area. If I'm in a roaming zone, I can't use my Verizon connection to the Internet and this complicates blogging. So expect somewhat diminished content flow until the 21st or thereabouts. I'll also pack my digital camera in the hope that I find interesting subject matter for post-trip postings. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 10, 2009 | perma-link | (1) comments





Saturday, September 5, 2009


What Does the "Peace Symbol" Symbolize?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The last thing I want to get into is a morass of deconstructionist, over-intellectualized claptrap. But the topic of symbolism can get one dangerously close. I'll simply state that symbols can range from images close to what they are intended to stand for all the way to abstractions that hold no intrinsic meaning. Moreover, symbols usually attain their symbolic powers through repeated use and resulting common agreement regarding their meaning. Which brings me to the matter of the "peace symbol." Peace symbol It clearly is a case where there is no intrinsic meaning whatsoever. The same might be said of white doves and olive branches, but they are real-world objects, at least. At any rate, I've wondered for years where the thing came from and who designed it. Finally shrugging off my habitual sloth this morning, I Googled and almost immediately found this Wikipedia entry. It seems that the designer was a British chap named Gerald Holtum (1914-85), a World War 2 conscientious objector who cobbled it together for the Direct Action Committee against Nuclear War group which was planning a demonstration in 1958. As the entry shows, the odd pattern inside the circle is based on wig-wag (flag semaphore) designators for the letters "N" and "D" -- standing for nuclear disarmament. At root, the peace symbol just might have made sense to a 1920s boy scout or (gasp!) military signaler. For a while now, I've been amusing myself after coming up with a (probably unoriginal) alternative use for the peace symbol: Surrender symbol Given a 180, it resembles somebody with arms raised in surrender. Now that's symbolism! Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 5, 2009 | perma-link | (24) comments





Wednesday, September 2, 2009


On Becoming a Team Fan
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Football season is upon us (at last!!). I was at a Seattle Seahawks exhibition game a couple of weeks ago and was surprised how large and noisy the crowd was at a game whose outcome didn't much matter. I'm not a strong Seahawks fan. Ditto the Seattle Mariners baseball team. As for the late, lamented-by-some Seattle Supersonics basketball team, I did root for them when they won the NBA championship -- in 1979. I pay no attention whatsoever to the Seattle Sounders "football club" soccer team. Double dittos regarding whatever the women's pro basketball team is. Truth is, I never was more than a sometime-fan of Seattle major league teams. Why is this so? Some of it has to do with my preference for some sports over others. However, there is a common factor: All of Seattle's major league teams came into existence after I was well into adulthood. And I was in my mid-thirties when the football and baseball teams were established (I'm not counting the one-year wonders Seattle Pilots baseball team that hastily became the Milwaukee Brewers). Alas, Seattle took a long time before becoming a major-league city. I have this theory that fandom establishes itself most deeply in childhood. When I was a kid, from time to time I'd be taken to see Seattle Rainiers baseball games. The Rainiers were part of the old Pacific Coast League, a short step below the majors. I still have warm feelings for the Rainiers. The PCL that I knew died when the Brooklyn Dodgers and New York Giants moved respectively to Los Angeles and San Francisco. New York fans of the National League persuasion were in shock until the Mets began play in 1962. While I have the greatest sympathy for fans of the old Dodgers and Giants, I always wondered how they could become serious Mets fans. Nowadays, of course, the Mets have plenty of home-grown fans; a fourth grader who first saw the Mets play in 1962 would now be a 56-year-old getting AARP solicitations in the mail. You can tell me I'm full of it in Comments. But I probably won't believe you. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 2, 2009 | perma-link | (8) comments





Tuesday, September 1, 2009


Morning Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Polly Frost contends with some requests for money from the theater world. * Hope takes a look in the mirror. * Rod Dreher is thinking about quitting Facebook. Me, I'm a happy Facebook addict. * Enjoy a mouth-watering visit with a Singaporean satay man. * The Left continues its wrestle with sociobiology. * Steve Sailer thinks that we're entering a new era of racial quotas. * Just when you think that Detroit can't get any more corrupt ... * Why are recent immigrants from south of the border failing to assimilate? * Teddy, as he was. * Who does Ben Bernanke really work for? * Can Tantric lovin' mellow out a relationship? * Miss Maggie Mayhem started out as a professional dominatrix, but is now working as a fetish model. * The journalism biz is so bad right now that even editors from the Harvard Crimson are avoiding going into it. * A time-lapse video of the LA fires. More. A vivid collection of stills. * MBlowhard Rewind: I tracked the stages by which the U.S. has come to embrace adolescent values. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 1, 2009 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Patrick Courrielche wonders if the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) is being politicized, urging artists to create works sympathetic to the Administration's programs (via Jude at the Hugh Hewitt blog). This leads me to wonder how much Franklin Roosevelt's employment programs for artists did something similar. There was a Progressive tinge to some government sponsored art in those days, but I haven't studied the subject enough to know whether it was something that bubbled up from artists with strong leftist beliefs (and was tolerated by administrators of the arts programs) or was actually encouraged by some of those administrators. * Even though some Progressives are really uncomfortable with advertising and marketing, others seem perfectly happy to push customers' hot buttons. Note the buzz-words painted on the wall PCC (Puget Consumers' Co-op) is a Seattle area food market cooperative (background info here) appealing to the Whole Foods and Trader Joe's crowds, but with the twist that it's non-profit. * Slogan seen on back of a lady's sweatshirt this morning: I didn't claw my way to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 26, 2009 | perma-link | (9) comments





Tuesday, August 25, 2009


Finds
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * How did superstar photographer Annie Leibowitz wind up $24 million in debt? * Why are Paul Krugman and Niall Ferguson lobbing grenades at each other? (I wrote a posting about Krugman back here.) * Thanks to Bryan for spotting this provocative look at health care in America. * Nearly twice as many Americans are on antidepressants as was the case in the mid-'90s. (Link thanks to Razib.) * The Primal crowd shows off their breakfasts and lunches. Read our interview with Primal guru Mark Sisson: Part One, Part Two. * There's a website for everything. Best, Michael * UPDATE: What the Western-guy love of Asian chicks looks like from the point of view of a Westernized Asian chick. (Link found thanks to Days of Broken Arrows.) The gabfest continues at Half Sigma. (Link thanks to Peter.) Yet more.... posted by Michael at August 25, 2009 | perma-link | (32) comments





Monday, August 24, 2009


Ears Are Ugly
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The punchline is the title of this posting. Have you ever given human ears a good, hard look? They're oddly shaped. Skin curling, folding, even drooping. All this concentrated into areas a couple of inches high and about an inch and a half wide. Tacked on the side of a smooth part of the head. And sometimes sticking out like air brakes on the sides of a F-86 Sabre jet fighter. I'll admit that some ears are less awful than most. Delicate ears that lie fairly flat against the head of a pert young woman can be tolerable -- especially in comparison to those of president Lyndon B. Johnson. Still, from a purely sexual-aesthetic standpoint, how did the human race survive with everyone sporting such seeming deformities? We should have become extinct due to mutual gross-out. I have a hypothesis: We tune them out. That's when they aren't explicitly hidden by being covered over by hair, as many women's hairdos do. When looking at someone's head we tend to focus on the eyes (especially), mouth, nose, chin and other features of the face itself. If one is within a couple of feet of the other person and focusing frontally on the face, features farther away, including the ears, fall slightly out of focus and therefore aren't being noticed. Hmm. Depth-of-field as a survival mechanism. Interesting concept. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 24, 2009 | perma-link | (7) comments





Sunday, August 23, 2009


Popular History = Drama
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Longtime readers might recall that from time to time I claim inability to create works of fiction: to plot, in particular. That doesn't mean I ignore the craft of fiction. Occasionally I'll thumb (or scroll) through a how-to book or article on the subject. One source on science-fiction writing I recall from many years ago stressed putting the protagonist into a dramatic situation right off the bat; this advice was primarily for short stories, but applicable to novels also. There is good reason for such advice. People like drama -- but usually if the drama applies to someone else, I might add. Personally experienced drama can be upsetting or even frightening while its outcome remains uncertain. For example, how do you feel when flying through turbulent air and the airplane is lurching and skewing while its wings flex alarmingly? You might also recall that I'm a history buff. When I was young, I gravitated to the exciting parts. This was pretty much the same experience as when I watched U.S. Cavalry movies such as "Fort Apache" or "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon" -- I squirmed during the romantic scenes hoping the movie would quickly get to the Indian-fighting sequences. So my history reading focused on wars and other conflicts or adventures. For that reason, I've never paid detailed attention to U.S. political history between 1915 and 1898 except for the Mexican and Civil wars. If my interest concerns itself with science and technology, then other years and eras would apply. Nevertheless, I didn't get very far into Paul Johnson's The Birth of the Modern: World Society 1815-1830 because it dealt with a period I never really wanted to sink my teeth into. Please don't think my history reading focuses exclusively on 1861-65, 1914-18, 1939-45 and other strictly war-delimited periods. I've always been fascinated by the interwar (1919-1938) years, for instance. Moreover, I have read about plenty of non-wartime periods; it's just that this reading is comparatively thin compared to the action bits. And I do read biographies. But again, I tend to focus on important personalities associated with dramatic times. Examples include political personalities Louis XIV, Richelieu, Talleyrand, T. Roosevelt, F.D. Roosevelt and Churchill as well as military figures such as Napoleon, U.S. Grant, Foch, Eisenhower and Patton. I should admit that as I've gotten older, I've delved more deeply into nuts-'n'-bolts aspects of history. This is related to an increasing interest in what makes things in general tick. Too many people these days (I base this on anecdotal evidence) seem pretty ignorant of history. Biased me, I think this is a bad thing because history is what allows us to put current times into perspective, and lack of perspective likely leads to making more mistakes than otherwise. I think our president's current problems are partly due to his seeming ignorance of history (and economics). (Just what subjects did he take while in college? Does anyone know?) I might be wrong -- I'm relying... posted by Donald at August 23, 2009 | perma-link | (15) comments





Saturday, August 22, 2009


"Great Jobs" That I Wouldn't Do
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I saw it embroidered on baby togs. And I've noticed that there's a beverage by that name. It's Rock Star. Got me to thinking. Thinking that just about the last so-called Great Job I'd want to have would be that of rock star. This assumes that I was young enough -- Mick Jagger's age, perhaps -- and had any musical abilities -- which I don't. Another Great Job I'd be happy to avoid would be White House Press Secretary. Yet another would be editor of Time magazine. Well, that's given the publication's current status of lacking any rational reason for continued existence. Forty years ago, and if offered a lot of independence, it really might have been a Great Job for little old me. Fine and good. But, Mr. Negative Wise Guy (so you are thinking), just what fancy jobs would you take? I wouldn't mind being a research director in a field I knew something about. Being a college professor would be okay too. What I really would like to be is a studio head in the styling department of a major automobile company. And you? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 22, 2009 | perma-link | (8) comments




Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Ilkka's back! Brainy, droll, and observant, Ilkka was always one of my favorite bloggers. I'm very happy he's blogging again. * Randall Parker lays out some objections to the Cash For Clunkers program. * The excellent libertarian writer Karen De Coster (here's her blog; she also posts at Lew Rockwell) does workouts that you might characterize as Primal, or maybe Paleo, or maybe Functional. * Richard Nikoley has a reason why you might want to avoid the sugar. * Should the director of the struggling LA County Museum of Art really be paid $1 million a year? * In what ways do politicians resemble psychopaths? * An interview with designer Rob Janoff, who -- back in 1977 -- designed Apple's logo. Talk about having an influence on our shared visual culture. * Here's a talk with the brilliant (and controversial) screenwriting guru Robert McKee. * MBlowhard Rewind: I wrote about the art of narrative fiction (and praised Robert McKee) back here. Best, Michael UPDATE: The ballerina-author Toni Bentley writes a smart and funny review of a new book about sex for pay. Nice passage: Why is sex supposed to be free? It never is ... While good girls require dinner, trips, “commitment” or even an engagement ring for sex, here is a book by those who simply get the cash upfront. Even better: This collection is a wonderful reminder that good writing is not about knowing words, grammar or Faulkner, but having that rare ability to tell the truth, an ability that education and sophistication often serve to conceal. Take that, fine-writing connoisseurs. I raved about Toni's writing back here.... posted by Michael at August 22, 2009 | perma-link | (9) comments





Monday, August 17, 2009


Cars Should be X Times Taller Than Tires
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Even though I'm a frustrated, never-was automobile stylist, I do keep my eyes open. Or flatter myself thinking so. So I notice stuff. I also scribble car designs: been doing that since before I was in high school. Fairly early on, when blocking out the proportions of a dream car sedan or coupe I was designing, I hit on the proportion of the height of the car measured from the ground should be about twice the diameter of the car's tire. (Sports cars designs could ignore this ratio.) I've been using this rule of thumb ever since. Lately, I've been paying attention to photos of actual cars from various eras and checking that ratio. In general, the most attractive cars, other details aside, tend to have tire diameters that are half the height of the car -- plus or minus a small margin. American sedans for many years have tended to be a little taller relative to tire diameter than they "should be." During the late 1950s this might have been due to the tendency of stylists to ignore or de-emphasize wheels and tires, focusing instead on designs inspired by aircraft or even Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon space ships. Today's SUVs and Crossovers also tend to be a bit small in the tire relative to their height. To me, proportionally large wheels and tires suggest power and are appropriate for sports cars and performance sedans. Little tires I associate with small cars that are puny in the power department. Below are some examples to help me make my case. I'll start with some cars from the 1930s and then hop to recent cars with one significant detour. Gallery Bucciali TAV 12 - 1932 Bucciali was an expensive, low-production French car that, in its final guise, featured outrageous styling that I dearly love. The car is much shorter than twice the diameter of the tires, stressing power over theoretical beauty. Cord Beverly sedan - 1937 Cords for 1936-37 were heartstoppingly attractive -- for me, anyway. Like the Bucciali shown above, they demand an emotional reaction. Unlike the brutal Bucciali, Cords are sensuous beings tempered only by their "coffin nose" hood and moderne grille treatment. The Beverly pictured here is the least attractive Cord due to its bulging trunk, a feature added to counter complaints about lack of storage space in its Westchester sedans. I chose the Beverly photo because it allows one to check the height-diameter ratio -- which only slightly exceeds 2. Willys - late 1930s Willys retreated to small, inexpensive cars to ride out the Depression. The tire diameter is noticeably less than half the height of the car. Morris Mini - 1964 When the Mini was introduced, its tiny wheels and tires shocked me to the point where its other virtues (mostly in terms of its engineering design) escaped me. It seemed more like a toy than a serious car. If I were a rich car-collector, would I have an early... posted by Donald at August 17, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments





Saturday, August 15, 2009


Dealing With Divided School Loyalties
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- For quite a while now some people have been foolishly trying to abolish human nature. Maybe they use themselves as examples by claiming to be "citizens of the world" and not of some grubby country. Perhaps they try to foster "noncompetitive sports" in the schoolyard. Or even promise, as did our beloved leader Barack H. Obama during the 2008 presidential campaign, that we would enter an era of post-partisanship if he were elected. Part of human nature is the tendency to create and join teams, and that tendency is hard to swat down. Poor us, this predisposition can be strong and has the potential to create problems when we are faced with a situation of competing loyalties. Or maybe team-choosing isn't much of an issue. While the tendency is there, its focus and intensity can be fleeting. Let's say you are a Chicago Cubs fan and that, by some strange circumstance, the Cubbies don't make it to the World Series. So what do you do? Forget about baseball till February? Root for the National League team (as a sort of extension of the Cubs)? Or cheer on whatever team happens to strike your fancy? My take is that while the potential is always there, it gets triggered by circumstances. Consider the matter of loyalty to a school, something that can range from strong to weak to even negative. Ordinarily this loyalty would be poised against a generic "other" or perhaps one or more traditional rival school (Michigan vs. Ohio State, Harvard vs. Yale, etc.). But if you attended more than one school (at the same educational level), which one do you root for most strongly? I'll have to go autobiographical at this point and leave it to commenters to add details. I had no conflicts until I was in grad school. I got a masters at the University of Washington (where I spent my undergraduate years) and then went to Dear Old Penn for a doctorate. So do I "bleed purple" for the Huskies or am I loyal to the "red and blue " of those ferocious Quakers? Tough call. I spent more years at Washington and live about three miles from campus, so the school remains pretty much in my face. Dear Old Penn, on the other hand, is across the country in Philadelphia, a town my wife loathes, so I seldom get there. Fortunately, the two schools don't play each other in football, the only sport I care much about; this means I don't have to make a choice regarding where in the stands to sit. Dear Old Penn has more prestige than Washington and I prefer its red-blue-plus-white colors to Washington's purple and gold. I suppose I favor Dear Old Penn slightly for reasons of snobbery, aesthetics, and perhaps because I attended there more recently. On the other hand, I'm not much pleased with either school and refuse to donate money because, like most of academia, they seem to be in... posted by Donald at August 15, 2009 | perma-link | (10) comments





Wednesday, August 5, 2009


Panoramic Windshields
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- For reasons of safety and allowing a car's driver and front seat passengers to better enjoy scenery, automobile makers keep fiddling with the design of cars' windshields. One solution tried between the early 1930s and early 1960s was the panoramic windshield. There are practical considerations that have always tempered blue-sky windshield design-sketch features on stylists' drawing boards on their way to the production line and dealers' showrooms. For one thing, a car's passenger compartment roof has to be strongly enough supported not to collapse in most roll-over situations; substantial posts are required. Yet there must be adequate openings for windows and doors. And those doors should be shaped and positioned to allow for convenient ingress and egress for passengers. Then there is glassmaking technology. Producing curved glass is much more difficult than making flat glass. There is manufacturing breakage; too much breakage drives up the cost of the windshield and, by extension, the price of the car. Moreover, the curvatures should not create optical distortions for the driver and passengers, insofar as possible. Panoramic or "wraparound" windshields, as they were usually called, became an American styling fad for much of the 1950s. But practical difficulties eventually led to their abandonment. I mentioned production problems above. I also noted distortion. My father shopped for a new car during the 1956 model year, so we test-drove a variety of cars in the mid-price range. He discovered that fully-wrapped windshields created distortions (along the axis of greatest curvature) that he felt were intolerable, though they didn't bother me much at the time. As a result, he opted for a DeSoto which had a less radical curving than that on General Motors cars. I'll deal with one more problem in some of the captions for the pictures below. Gallery Hupmobile Aerodynamic - 1934 This Hupmobile was styled by Raymond Loewy, the famous industrial designer, early in his career. Creating curved safety glass for automobiles was extremely difficult in 1934; the only American production car with a curved windshield that year was the most expensive model in Chrysler's Airflow lineup. As can be seen, Loewy had to resort to a three-pane design to widen the windshield opening and slightly curve it at the sides. Panhard Panoramique - 1935 The car shown above is a 1935 model, but Panhard introduced its Panoramique windshield feature in the 1934 model year. Panhard's solution was to use double roof posts nesting a small, tightly curved window that served to transition a passenger's view from the windshield to the side windows. Panhard Dynamic (late 1930s) interior view Here is an interior view of a late-1930s Panhard Dynamic sedan -- a later body design that incorporated the panoramic feature. My guess is that those corner windows created noticeable distortion. I've never sat in a Panoramique or Dynamic, so I don't really know. However, the photo hints that there is indeed distortion. Buick XP-300 dream car - 1951 In 1951, General Motors introduced two experimental "cars... posted by Donald at August 5, 2009 | perma-link | (0) comments





Sunday, August 2, 2009


My Beemer's Bewildering Cockpit
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Some views of the options that my rental Beemer's steering wheel and stalks present: What an excess of bewildering-icon riches, eh? I suspect that somewhere in that thicket of clickers is a button that will take care of paying my electricity bill, and another that will set my DVR to record "American Idol." But which is which? Hey: Of the pictured absurdly-illegible icons, which is your favorite? I'm still trying to choose between (top pic) the "P" that appears to be shouting and (bottom pic) the sorta-clock that seems to be stuck at 11:30. Needless to say: After three weeks of using the car, I'm still iffy where basic turn-signaling and windshield-wiping go. My fault? Or BMW's? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 2, 2009 | perma-link | (8) comments





Thursday, July 30, 2009


Climate Models Written in ... Fortran?!?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I was surprised to learn that climate models used by the U.S. government were written in the Fortran programming language. My reaction was: Good Lord! No wonder the results are questionable. Actually, the results of almost any computer model used to forecast or predict should be taken with more than a grain or two of salt. I say this because I myself have designed and programmed a number of forecasting systems (for demographics). Normally the programming language used to write a model is not a factor in evaluation of the model's results. If it accurately transmits the modeler's intentions to the computer, then that part of the effort is fine. The problem with Fortran is that, while it was a major step for programming computers when it was first developed, it contained a number of features that made large-scale programs risky to use. More modern programming languages are built around the concept of what is (or was) called "structured coding" whereby various tasks are isolated functional units that are invoked by more general task blocs (what I just stated is hugely simplified). For many years, Fortran was an "unstructured" language. A Fortran program might take the form of one large unit incorporating line numbers and "GOTO" statements that would change the (top-to-bottom) execution order of the program listing. That is, the computer would be directed to hop and skip all over the listing if that was what was required. The result was that Fortran programs were quite hard to understand and debug if they had very much complexity at all. Structured programs are comparatively easy to deal with, though still subject to plenty of risk of programming error. The Wikipedia entry on Fortran is here, if you are interested in learning more about it. As it turns out, Fortan has been tamed over the years into a structured language. The climate models were done using Fortran 90. It is mentioned in the previous link. Program code can be accessed via links under the first linkage. Indeed, the Fortran used in the climate models seems pretty well structured in that I saw plenty of control statements that had no GOTOs. Even so, I'd be happier if the climate models had been programmed in something more modern than Fortran 90. This is probably irrational on my part, but I can't help it. After all, I'm an APL (and its descendants) snob. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 30, 2009 | perma-link | (24) comments





Wednesday, July 29, 2009


Air Conditioning and Civilization
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I noticed a headline that Chicago is having its coolest July on record. Here in Seattle, we've had an unusually sunny summer and right now are experiencing a heat wave; today's high is expected to be a record 101 degrees (F). It has to do with a combination of pressure systems and ridges that brought hot air from desert areas over us. The heat helps evaporate water from Puget Sound, Lake Washington and other large bodies of water; this creates non-desert humidity levels and a good degree of discomfort. Worse, most houses here lack air conditioning because it's really needed only a few weeks a year and doesn't seem cost-effective. As things stand, it's just about too to blog here at the house and the same will be true for the next couple of days. This reminds me of living on the East Coast back in the 1960s. Where I lived lacked air conditioning, but at least there usually was air conditioning where I worked. But what about the almost entirety of human existence where there was no air conditioning? Hot, humid air sucks energy out of one along with all that sweat. No wonder life in the old South was slow half the year. It must have been a struggle to accomplish those tasks that were essential, let along others. Of course, defenses against the heat were used: placing shade trees strategically, creating rooms with high ceilings, having comfortable porches where one could escape hot interiors -- those kinds of things. Nevertheless, I find it something of a wonder that civilizations sprouted in climate hell-holes such as India, Egypt, what is now Iraq, and Mexico-Central America. With heat slowing one to a snail's pace and sweat dripping off the nose, how did they even think of creating writing, arts, and other things we associate with civilized life? And to what heights might they have arisen had they invented air conditioning? Ah, the things we take for granted. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 29, 2009 | perma-link | (12) comments





Saturday, July 25, 2009


Walking the Dog
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm drafting this on a Friday, my day of the week when I forsake breakfast cereal at home for the delights of a restaurant breakfast with The Wall Street Journal as my companion. Tooling out of the neighborhood I spied three people walking their dogs. One man was in a white shirt (no tie at that point), clearly getting the chore done before heading off to work. And he was multitasking. Besides controlling the leash and walking, he was reading the paper; it's a talented neighborhood I live in. Another neighbor walks her dog two and sometimes three times a day. There surely are many others who do it more often than only the morning or evening. We had a dog when I was a kid. We never walked him. Never considered walking him. The reason was that there was plenty of open space next to our yard, so the dog could run free at will -- though the price he paid for this freedom was getting run over by a car a few years later. I'm probably too lazy and self-centered to put up with the tasks required of urban dog ownership, including that outdoors exercising that should happen even when the weather turns nasty in the dark winter days here. So far as I'm concerned, a dog has to earn his keep. It's fine if he hunts, helps herd sheep, guides the blind or warns if strangers approach. Otherwise, I consider them a drain on material and temporal resources. Some of my other thoughts on dogs can be found here. Conclusion: Dogs are for other people. Unless they bark too much. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 25, 2009 | perma-link | (8) comments





Friday, July 24, 2009


False-Functional Car Design Details
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Taken literally, the word "postmodern" refers to what happened or happens after modernism presumably ended. That covers a lot of territory and invites people who enjoy being analytical and or building taxonomies to come up with labels that might help clarify what has been going on these last few decades. Rather than getting into name-calling -- er, naming -- I thought it might be interesting to explore some odd details of the life-cycle of modernism with reference to its Industrial Design aspect. Not long ago, I dealt with refrigerators, a product that was a subject of ID from its earliest years. I also recently discussed that matter of form following function with reference to passenger liners. And I write a lot about automobile styling. When I was in college, industrial designers in general cast a skeptical eye on car stylists, not fully accepting them into the ID tribe. One factor might have been that car styling came into existence a few years before ID arrived on the scene. Another was the fact that transportation devices have always had a different, more romanticized, aura than other daily-used human creations: think ships, locomotives, airplanes and cars as opposed to toasters, desk lamps and refrigerators. Industrial designers had to decide whether to be coldly analytical and stand a good chance of coming up with an unappealing design for a locomotive, say, or else go for something sleek and futuristic that would create good public relations for their firm. This was the situation in the early, classical, purist days of the profession. A number of automobile stylists have had a tendency to think of themselves as somehow being inferior to and less pure than industrial designers perched atop the ivory tower of "form follows function." Not all stylists, mind you; the very best and most successful ones usually considered themselves better than industrial designers because they believed that they could do industrial design as well as cars, whereas an industrial designer couldn't do cars well. And they were right, for the most part. A number of car stylists successfully transitioned to ID, but hardly any industrial designers moved to the automotive field. (Only Raymond Loewy really succeeded doing cars thanks to his long-term Studebaker contract that resulted in several famous designs -- but he relied on staff members who were "car guys." Norman Bel Geddes' firm created speculative automobile designs and consulted for Graham-Paige and Chrysler. Brooks Stevens had a longer run as an automotive design consultant and even manufactured the Excalibur sports car for a few years. His car designs sometimes had an appliance look, sporting flat areas of chrome -- I'm thinking of his work during Studebaker's dying days.) So there can be low-level tensions in styling studios. There is the romantic aspect of transportation. There is the need for the product to appeal to potential customers. And then there is the siren song of form, function and design purity. Probably all stylists recognize the need... posted by Donald at July 24, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, July 22, 2009


And That's the Way It Was ... Slow and Seldom
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- "And that's the way it is" was the phrase the recently late Walter Cronkite used to sign off his evening newscast on CBS. Some of you are too young to remember that. Even more of you don't remember how news was delivered back around 1950, long before Cronkite became a news anchorman. I bring this up because Uncle Walter's death has triggered a good deal of reminiscing in various media about the Good Old Days of journalism, and who am I to stick up my nose and not join in. What I won't do is write about Cronkite, even though I saw him a lot even in the days before his newsreading gig. As hinted above, I think it might be interesting to sketch news delivery in the United States as it was around 1950. Compared to today, as the title of this piece says, it was slow and seldom. At the time, it seemed perfectly fine, and an improvement over news delivery in, say, 1920. Of course it's helpful to remind ourselves that the 19th century experienced a huge improvement in the delivery of news. Aside from semaphore systems in parts of Europe, news traveled at the speed of horse and sailing ship in 1800. By 1900, telegraph systems using a combination of overhead wires and undersea cables fed spread news around the world in minutes. That's not quite right. News could flash from an origin point to a receiving point, but it required further processing to deliver it to the population at large. That processing mechanism was the newspaper. At best, given the required processes of typesetting and printing (not to mention rewriting and editing), it might take a hour or more before even an "extra" edition with a new front page wrapper with a big headline and a few paragraphs of detail could hit the streets of a city. This system prevailed during the last decades of the 1800s and into the 1920s. Radio news took a while to develop, but was in place in time for World War 2. Television news was emerging by 1950, though in general was little more that a televised version of a radio news program. Here is how it was in 1950 for a typical moderate-to-large American city. There was more than one daily newspaper -- at least one each readied for delivery in the morning and evening. In Seattle, the morning paper was the Post-Intelligencer and the evening paper was the Times, which had a larger circulation. Back in those days, evening papers sometimes were dominant: I'm also thinking of the Bulletin in Philadelphia. Most papers had multiple editions that could be identified by a tag-line or a telltale (a number of black stars, say) atop the front page. Most of the content of the various editions was identical. What varied would be one or two sets of frontpage-endpage wrappers on the main news section and perhaps the sports section. These few pages could... posted by Donald at July 22, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, July 20, 2009


Cultcha in da Stix
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The Wall Street Journal's theater critic Terry Teachout has made it his policy to review as many non-New York productions as he can fit into his hectic schedule. (This month he's in Santa Fe for the pre-opening tuning of his opera "The Letter" -- he wrote the libretto.) His contention is that there's plenty of top-quality theater out there in what I and others used to call "the sticks" -- in these polite, non-judgmental times, the term "flyover country" seems to be the preferred term of art. I'm about as far as one can get from being a theater guy, but I find Teachout to be a sensible-sounding fellow and will take his word for it until someone conclusively proves that NYC is still top dog in terms of overall quality and those pretenders are third-raters. Lending support is the fact that there has been a good deal of qualitative decentralization over the last 50 years in all the arts along with other conveyors of culture such as publishing and academia. In part, this has been driven by the relative demographic decline of the northeast as measured by share of the national population. But that decline was related to strengthening economies in other parts of the country. Here's the dirty little secret: Arts are more likely to thrive where there is wealth. With growing wealth and population comes greater ability to support the various arts. Eventually, some of those arts efforts can equal or exceed the quality of arts in the formerly dominant arts centers. That's a hypothesis, anyway. So now we need to ask: just how big, quality-wise, are the former little guys? Also, which cities and metropolitan areas are well-balanced culturally and which fall into the one-trick pony category? For example, a pony candidate might be Ashland, Oregon, home of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. Here are some almost-top-of-the-head thoughts from me. When it comes to traditional painting and sculpture, the old centers still dominate thanks to donations made many years ago. Not many important Old Master works remain outside museums, so them's that got's 'em's gonna keep 'em. To put this more concretely, Los Angeles' Getty will never excel New York's Metropolitan unless the Met goes broke and has a fire sale of Old Masters. Many museums "out there" might have a stray Old Master or even some nice Impressionists. A few even achieve critical mass in selected areas. For example, the Delaware Art Museum supposedly has a very good Pre-Raphaelite collection (it was on tour when I visited) as well as a fine collection of 1890-1920 American illustration art. Modernist art is another story because it's still being produced, allowing any museum or donor with spare cash to buy dominance if that was the plan. Some arts are expensive: opera comes to mind. Santa Fe has an opera of good repute and it's also a center for region-oriented painting. I can understand how painting might be supported in a fairly small... posted by Donald at July 20, 2009 | perma-link | (22) comments





Sunday, July 12, 2009


Form Following (Commercial) Function
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I sometimes wonder if architect Louis Sullivan, perhaps busily spinning in his grave, regrets coining the modernist credo "form follows function." Taken literally, form would seem to be nothing more than a matter of good engineering. That interpretation won't do, of course, because aesthetic efforts by architects, industrial designers and their ilk would be ruled out. Even if a whiff of eye-pleasing by designers is added to the business of materials and engineering, the phrase still connotes form reacting to some dynamic requirement or another. Well, that's they way I always interpreted it when I was a student and for a number of years thereafter. More recently, I've become convinced that an important -- make that crucial -- function of a object is to be purchased. If not enough objects are sold to at least break even on the product's investment, then that product should be considered at least a partial failure regardless of its other qualities. This last point views things after the fact, and designers are ignorant of outcomes while they are in the design process. This means that, in addition to materials and engineering considerations, they need to think about an object's or product's commercial function and hope they get the details right. Take the passenger liner, for example. There have been all sorts of passenger-carrying boats and ships created over the past several thousand years. To keep this posting under control, I'll focus on some of the largest passenger ships created over the last 120 years, beginning with some winners of the Blue Riband for fastest trans-Atlantic speed. My Blue Riband information comes from this book. Here are a few requirements faced by naval architects charged with designing a Blue Riband contender. An important item was the operating environment of the ship. The run (as of 1935) between Bishop Rock lighthouse at the English Channel entrance and Ambrose lightship off New York harbor can get nasty. The waters aren't the world's nastiest, but they are both nasty enough and, most important, unavoidable. This means that a ship needs plenty of freeboard while not being top-heavy. More requirements were (1) enough power to generate high speed; (2) enough room for fuel storage to feed the powerful engines; (3) room for housing enough passengers, mail and other cargo to operate profitably; and (4) inclusion of attractive passenger amenities such as dining rooms and recreational spaces that would help entice travelers. A Blue Riband contender's commercial appeal would be its speed and perceived safety and luxury. Not all trans-Atlantic liners stressed speed, of course. A number of liners were successful due to their luxury or ambiance despite being a day or so slower than the speedsters. That said (and lots more can be said, for this is a fascinating topic), let's look at some examples. Gallery Dates in photo captions are those of maiden voyage. RMS Teutonic - 1889 The White Star liner Teutonic won the Riband in 1891, averaging 20.5 knots over... posted by Donald at July 12, 2009 | perma-link | (2) comments





Wednesday, July 1, 2009


Platonic Refrigerators
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I spent the first year or two in college as an Industrial Design major and retain a casual interest in the subject. Besides a concern for ergonomics in product design, graphical interfaces for computer software as well as in problem avoidance during everyday activities, a continuing subject of interest is design evolution and the related concept of a Platonic-like ultimate general form dictated by a variety of constraints. I treated product evolution of passenger aircraft here and that for automobiles here. The present posting deals with the interesting case of a class of product that has varied comparatively little over time in terms of its general appearance -- the refrigerator. True, there have been important changes over the last century and more in terms of the means of refrigeration as well as the materials used in construction. Nevertheless, in essence, a refrigerator is simply a box with one, two or a few doors taking up most of one side -- pretty much what ice boxes were a hundred years ago. Information on the refrigerator's predecessor, the ice box, is here, and a history of the refrigerator is here. Jeffrey L. Meikle in his book about the early days of Industrial Design offers an amusing treatment of the refrigerator and its relationship to design salesmanship as practiced in the 1930s. On page 104 of the1979 edition, he notes that while Henry Dreyfuss' General Electric refrigerators remained little changed from 1934 to 1939, Raymond Loewy's Sears Coldspot refrigerators changed details from year to year during the late 1930s. He writes: A "case history" written later in Loewy's office rationalized the continued redesign of the Coldspot. Sears executives "might have been dubious about the possibilities of a new and better looking box" because Loewy had presumably designed "a 'perfect' refrigerator." But the designer himself did not see his design "as a masterpiece, but as a step in the evolution towards perfection." What Loewy failed to realize -- or was afraid to admit -- was that refrigerators already had essentially reached their ultimate general form and that he, Dreyfuss, and any other refrigerator designers were mostly playing around with incidental details. Such an admission would contradict a "perfection" sales pitch common in the early days of the profession when the concept of bringing in an outside designer was still controversial. I should note that the ideal of perfect or ultimate forms emerging on the basis of an item's function and component materials was part of the ideology of modernism during the early 20th century. Below are examples of refrigerator design. Gallery Ice box - ca. 1900 A block of ice -- typically 25 or 50 pounds -- would be placed in the upper compartment. Foods that needed to stay frozen or nearly so would be there too. The lower compartment would be for items such as milk or vegetables that needed only to be kept cool. G.E. Monitor Top - 1928 These were common in the 1920s. The... posted by Donald at July 1, 2009 | perma-link | (6) comments





Friday, June 26, 2009


Bumper Sticker Set -- One Year Later
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In this posting from about a year ago I included a photo of a bumper sticker clad Prius. Since then, a lot of political water has gone over the dam including a presidential election and the first five months of a new administration. I thought it might be fun to discover what effect these events had on that same Prius' sticker collection, so I swung by the street in northeast Seattle where it's usually parked and took an update photo. Last year's and this year's photos are shown below. 15 June, 2008 24 June, 2009 There seem to be three additions and no deletions from a year ago. To the immediate left of the license plate is a white square that probably once had a message but now appears to be faded away. Opposite the plate is a round "EU" (European Union) sticker with small member nation flags forming the outer edge of the circle. Below the yellow "War is Terrorism sticker on the bumper is a small, mostly red sticker for the Democrat candidate in the race for Washington's 8th Congressional District. The Prius' home is not in the 8th District -- that's mostly across Lake Washington in the Bellevue-Redmond area. But it was one race that was competitive for both sides; as it happened, the Republican won. My interpretation of all this? The Prius' owner is both satisfied with the state of the world and too lazy to strip off stickers that are politically obsolete. He's not alone. Nearly five years after the campaign, I still see "John Kerry" and "Kerry-Edwards" stickers a few times a week. I can understand leaving them on during Bush's second term as a form of protest. But why not remove them now that there's a Democrat in the White House. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 26, 2009 | perma-link | (14) comments





Sunday, June 21, 2009


Pontiac: A Qualified Lament
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I recently wrote about General Motors' Saturn brand, which appeared to be on its way to oblivion. Since then, ex sports car racer turned billionaire Roger Penske has begun negotiations to take over the brand name as the keystone for the strategy of creating a "virtual" automobile company. From what I've read, the concept is to market cars built by actual -- not virtual -- manufacturers and badge and sell them in the USA under the Saturn banner. This is a step beyond the 1920s practice of creating "assembled" cars whereby a company would buy most of a car's bits from companies specializing in chassis, motors, bodies, etc., and then assemble them at a factory, selling the result with the company's brand name(s). Examples are Moon and Jordan. Another GM brand on the extinction list is Pontiac, and all evidence to date suggests that it will go the way of its departed sister Oldsmobile, presumably at the end of the 2010 model year. The Wikipedia history of Pontiac is here I confess to having a soft spot in my heart for the Pontiac brand. That's because my family has had three or four of them (depending how one counts -- see below). The first family car I remember was our 1941 Pontiac that I wrote about here. My father bought a 1951 Pontiac the day they were introduced and I bought a 1995 model. Truth is, that '95 wasn't my first choice. But I was getting a supplier discount on GM cars at the time because they were buying my data. As a result I could get more car for the money by buying GM -- which I did on three occasions (the other cars were a 1990 Chevrolet and a 1996 Oldsmobile). Here are photos of examples of Pontiacs from those model years, the '96 shown being nearly identical to the one I owned. 1941 1951 Catalina -- we had a sedan. 1995 Grand Am The first Pontiacs appeared in 1926, the make being a "companion" brand to GM's Oakland line. My grandfather bought a used Oakland of 1920 vintage, so I suppose that might count as the fourth "Pontiac" my family owned. Oakland was named after a county abutting Detroit's northern boundary and Pontiac is its county seat. Since the city of Pontiac was named after an Indian chief, the cars were given Indian symbology (a chief's head hood ornament, for instance, and one model was dubbed "Chieftain"). All this was dropped in the late 1950s (before political correctness took hold, though for what it's worth I remain puzzled why it is shameful to honor ethnic groups by naming cars and sports teams after them). In the case of Pontiac, the brand was given a big makeover during those years, and the Indian connection didn't fit the performance image management desired to create. The Great Depression saw the end of weak car makers and the tightening up of operations for the survivors.... posted by Donald at June 21, 2009 | perma-link | (6) comments





Wednesday, June 17, 2009


In France, History is Everywhere
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Since World War 2, differences between Europe and the United States have been evaporating at the practical, everyday life level. Time was, you could distinguish European men from Americans by haircut and clothing. Nowadays, one sees European kids wearing jeans, baseball caps and Dallas Cowboys tee shirts while eating at the town's McDonald's . Cars there average a little smaller and motorcycles and motor scooters are more prevalent, but these are differences in degree, not kind. There is one large difference, however, and that is in what architectural academics like to call the "built environment." You know, man-made structures of all kinds. What you see in Europe is a lot of really old stuff. This is especially obvious to tourists such as I was a few weeks ago. But it's there for the locals to see as well. In much of the continent apart from postwar suburbs and glitzy resort areas where development pushed aside low-rise dwellings, it's hard to escape seeing buildings erected 200 and more years earlier. Here in the States, aside from scattered places along the eastern seaboard, buildings older than 150 years are rare or non-existent. It's hard to sense history on a daily basis here, whereas in Europe history in the form of structures is almost inescapable. That might induce a subtle difference in mindset from Americans even for Europeans born after the war (everyone less than age 65) who have grown up in a relatively prosperous, technologically modern environment. Just for kicks, here are examples of older structures that are right in a Frenchman's face or, failing that, perched atop that hill or over there in the next valley. For starters, here's a Paris scene not far off the boul' Raspail. At street level are pedestrians, cars and modern shopfronts. Above are buildings built in the late 1800s or early 1900s (though the brick-covered one just might be more recent). Paris has some really old structures (Notre Dame, Pont Neuf, etc.), but they don't dominate the local scene. That's not the case in some other places. Carcassonne, for instance. To the left is the new city and brooding above it is the old, walled city whose conical tower tops are part of Eugène Viollet-le-Duc's creative resoration. Another brooder is the chateau in Amboise with some newer, but not new, buildings below. Leonardo da Vinci spent his last years in Amboise, but in another chateau as guest of François Premiere. Or you might be driving along the Rhone River in Avignon and to the right are the grounds of the Palais des Papes (Papal Palace). That palace can be hard to avoid when navigating nearby streets and passages. Many cites have an old town district. Here is a Rouen street leading to its Horloge and, beyond, the cathedral that Monet famously painted at different hours of the day. Small cities also often have old districts. This is the market place in the touristy Norman port town, Honfleur. An even... posted by Donald at June 17, 2009 | perma-link | (10) comments





Monday, June 15, 2009


People Pix -- France, 2009
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Some of you thought I was simply going to France for a vacation. Well, HA!! I had my camera set to low pixel density specifically to capture images for our beloved blog. It was a working vacation. Got that? I insist. Honest ... Having cleared that matter up, I thought my first photo essay will be about people-related stuff I encountered. No theme other than that. And the photos are in nearly the same order they were taken. As usual, no cropping or other Photoshop alterations. Here are people who are either striking about hunger or are on a hunger strike -- the banner is obscured, so I'm not sure. The French, including immigrants, seem to love strikes. This was taken along the Quai d'Orsay near the Pont Alexandre III. We're on Paris' Montmartre, half a block from the Place du Tertre where tourist crowds head after visiting the Basilique du Sacre-Coeur. Shown are street artists plying their trade. This business of sketching off a clipboard is something new to me, as is the large number of artists doing so -- and only near the Sacre-Coeur. I hadn't been to Paris in five years, and never noticed this before. Typically, a sketch artist or caricaturist will have a setup where both he and the subject are seated and he works off an easel. At any rate, I saw a dozen or more clipboard guys in action that morning; something to do with the economy? I was a few minutes late deciding to shoot this ironworker in action (he's the one with suspenders). Just before, he was shaping a cold iron bar on a portable anvil using only a hammer, eyeballs and skill. At this point, the iron has been shaped and he's making final adjustments before installing it as part of a handrail next to a few steps. The location? At a door to Claude Monet's large studio in Giverny where he painted his famous water lily murals for Paris' Orangerie. Market days are still popular in France. A large one takes place in Sarlat in the Dordogne; I show only a fragment of it here. Weather permitting, restaurants and cafes feature outdoor dining. This is in the picturesque hill town of St-Cirq-Lapopie above the Lot River a short ways southeast of the Dordogne. The diners are almost surely tourists. Cannes, near the beach. France's cities attract street vendors from the "former" colonies. I'm guessing the policeman is trying to determine if the vendor is licensed; from the look of things, he isn't. More al fresco dining, this time in the Place Rossetti in the old, Italian part of Nice. It's not yet seven, so the tables have yet to fill. Nancy liked this restaurant so much we ate dinner there three times. In the right background is a gelato shop with a large assortment of flavors, so we had dessert there. This is in Monaco near the entrance to the Monte Carlo casino's... posted by Donald at June 15, 2009 | perma-link | (6) comments





Tuesday, June 9, 2009


Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm back from a three-week trip to France. My recent articles were written before I left and Michael was kind enough to post them while I was away. Now I have to work my way out of the memory-wipeout phenomenon associated with longer trips along with some jet lag while collecting whatever wits I had before I left. Be warned that I'll be downloading travel pix from my trusty little Nikon. The nature of blogging dictates maintaining content flow, and that flow is usually generated by what the poor, content-obsessed blogger happens to encounter in real life, the news, or other material on the Web. So you'll be seeing a fair amount of France-related stuff from me for the next few weeks. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 9, 2009 | perma-link | (3) comments





Sunday, June 7, 2009


Impolite Drivers and the Cars They Drive
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- There are drivers who think they own the whole road. You've seen 'em, I've seen 'em. I'm wondering if there are any patterns related to that selfish, impolite behavior. There might be associations to geography, age, sex, condition of the automobile -- those sorts of things. But the one I'm interesting in right now is the make of car those people are driving. My politically liberal sister, ostensibly inclined to be a Volvo customer, won't go near the things. That's because she thinks many Volvo drivers are, well, selfish and impolite. Back in the 1950s and early 60s I had that the same impression regarding Cadillac drivers. No, not all Caddie drivers were piggish, but the piggish drivers I noticed tended to be behind the wheel of a Cadillac. Today? I don't notice a strong pattern. [Thinks] Well, just maybe Mercedes and BMW drivers under age 65 might fill the bill. Obviously it's trash-time here at 2Blowhards, so let's hear of your candidates. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 7, 2009 | perma-link | (25) comments





Thursday, May 7, 2009


Gone to Airline Heaven
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- When I walk through a shopping mall and along center city sidewalks, or even when driving, I often spy a closed store, its show windows papered over, signage removed. Usually I can't remember what shop or store was there -- even in places where I go frequently (exceptions are usually stores where I did business). It's different with defunct airlines. One reason is that I maintain a database of my flights and wrote software to compile various kinds of summaries. Among those summary tables is one that shows the number of flights I made on various airlines, ranking them by flight count. Counting only commercial flights (that is, no military flights, chartered flights, joyrides, etc.) my list contains 28 airlines. For what it's worth, I've flown Alaska Airlines 104 times, followed by United (89 times) and Northwest (78). These numbers aren't surprising when you consider that 80 percent of my adult life has been lived in western Washington. Seattle is Alaska Airlines' headquarters area and they and subsidiary Horizon Air occupy nearly half the available gates at Sea-Tac airport. Furthermore, back in the days before airline deregulation, if you lived in Seattle and wanted to fly east, United and Northwest were your only reasonable choices. The four airlines mentioned in this paragraph account for a bit more than 60 percent of all the flights I've made. At the other extreme, I've only flown once on the following: Air France, Alitalia, Go, Hawaiian, Pan American and (believe it or not) Southwest. Of those, Pan American no longer exists and Alitalia might be on the way out. And from the earlier list, Northwest is in the process of merging with Delta. Other airlines I've flown that aren't flying now due to failure, merger, or other source of name-change are, in descending order of the number of times I've flown them: America West, Eastern, Western, National, Republic, Braniff, Air Cal, Pacific Southwest (PSA), TWA and Allegheny. All told, about 40 percent of the airlines I've flown are no longer in business under the name at the time of my flight. Do I miss any of them? Only in a nostalgic sense enhanced by whatever knowledge I possess of the history of airlines. I don't love any airline, nor do I (yet) have enough reasons to hate any airline, either. Some I sort of like, others I'm not sure of and most, I simply tolerate. Still, once an airline is gone, it seems more special than it was when it was alive and flying. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 7, 2009 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, May 6, 2009


Just Wondering...
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Would Apple finally rule the world if it ever came out with an aggressively priced computer? * What would the federal government do if (fill in states' names) actually seceded? * Would academia, the mainstream media and the other usual suspects support him if Barack Obama proclaimed himself President-for-Life? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 6, 2009 | perma-link | (45) comments





Sunday, May 3, 2009


Where the 300 Got Its Face
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Even though I traded in my Chrysler 300 a few weeks ago, I owe it and its kin one more blog post. Hope you don't mind too much. It seems that I finally noticed what might well have been the inspiration for its grille and general front-end "face." I wouldn't be surprised that Mopar über-mavens already discovered it; if any such are readers, please use Comments to pass along links that confirm or deny my conjecture. I wrote about Chrysler 300 styling here, among other places. I'll go over some of the same ground so that newer readers get enough background before I get to the new stuff. Analysis Here is a photo of a 2006 bottom-of-the-line Chrysler 300 showing its face along with some side detail. I'll use this as the benchmark or reference point for commentary on this stylish and, for a few years, popular car. The grille has strong hint of Chryslers of the late 1940s. Note that its cross-bars are not on the same plane. The vertical bars are recessed relative to the horizontal ones. The horizontal bars, because they are not interrupted, subtly dominate because (1) as noted, they overlap the vertical bars, and (2) they catch and reflect overhead lighting such as from the sun more strongly and uninterruptedly. This is a 1947 Chrysler New Yorker coupe with the egg-crate grille theme used from 1946 through 1950. Here the mesh is much smaller than on the 2006 car and the vertical and horizontal bars are essentially on the same plane. (I'd have to examine an actual car to be sure, but this photo suggests a tiny bias towards the horizontals. But other photos I examined suggest the opposite.) At any rate, the three thick bars are definitely horizontal. The Chrysler "medal" emblem is incorporated in the badge on the front of the hood and the Chrysler wings (both brand symbols dating to the 1920s in one form or another) comprise the hood ornament. The 2006 car has the medal and wings attached to the grille opening surround. The 300 has comparatively narrow (measured vertically) windows all around. The front and rear passenger doors are almost symmetrical. Similar features can be found in some previous Chryslers as well as late-40s models from other companies. Here is a Chrysler Airflow from 1934, an early mass-produced exercise in streamlining. The doors are symmetrical, which helped reduce tooling costs. The 1951 Lincoln shown here also has doors that are nearly symmetrical. And it has narrow (vertically) windows, again like the 300. Mercurys for 1949-1951 shared this body with Lincolns, and many Mercurys were transformed into kustom kars, often with a "chopped top" that resulted in even narrower windows. Chrysler styling honcho (before the company was taken over by Daimler-Benz) Tom Gale was a hot rod fan, so it's possible that his influence persisted during the styling development of the 300. This is the extent of my analysis of Chrysler 300 styling up... posted by Donald at May 3, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Saturday, May 2, 2009


Indifference to Flowers
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- My mother liked to garden. My wife loves gardening. Yesterday we drove up to the Skagit Vally Tulip Festival and walked around the tulips at Roozengaard's (lotsa Dutch in Washington's Skagit and Whatcom counties). When we visit Victoria, BC she normally squeezes in a trip to Butchart Gardens. Me? I'm indifferent to flowers. Don't love 'em, don't hate 'em. Just a part of nature. I suppose if I had taken a botany class and put my head into the taxonomy thing I might have more interest. But that's water that never got over the dam. Still, I find it interesting how deeply some folks go into flowers -- literally and figratively. (Hey, life without hobbies can be pretty dull.) At Roozengaard's I saw several guys and at least one gal hefting big Canon and Nikon cameras with telephoto lenses carefully snapping away. Me? I'm more into geology. Did you know that rock formations can be really interesting? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 2, 2009 | perma-link | (8) comments





Tuesday, April 28, 2009


Brand Loyalty
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It seems that people like to choose sides, to team up. That includes the old 1950s business about in-groups and out-groups, a situational selection of an identity and the inherent opposition to people or entities not of that identity. In some cases, such identities can be formal (being a frat house member, an Army enlistee, an employee of a business firm or government agency, etc.) or informal (a Boston Red Sox fan). By "situational," I refer to the fact that an individual can define himself in terms of a number of memberships or affinities simultaneously, being aware of one or another as situations arise. For instance, if Martians were to land a flying saucer on the White House lawn and demand that Earth capitulate to their demands [oh, maybe that happened already], many people would start thinking of themselves as members of the human race in opposition to those cussed space aliens. Or when folks deplane at Heathrow airport near London and get in line for passport control check they are, for a few minutes anyway, acutely aware of their citizenship of the country whose passport they bear. Such identification needn't be to a group or organization. It can be to a product or product brand. This attachment can be due to satisfaction with the branded products in the past or identification with a brand perceived as being of high status (usually) or perhaps a combination of those factors and others. Extended identification with a brand in the form of repeated purchases of the product can be said to be a demonstration of "brand loyalty" -- something more tangible than simply wearing a tee shirt sporting a logotype. So brand loyalty exists. What I wonder is whether it is a kind of social constant or if it is a declining practice. Since brands do die off, it's clear that brand loyalty isn't forever. Yet brand names have value. They are a component of the "goodwill" aspect of a company's market worth. They are the basis for the marketing tactic of "brand extensions" -- New Coke, Classic Coke, Diet Coke, Cherry Coke, Lemon Coke and perhaps others I'm not aware of instead of separate brands for each of these soft drinks. To be more specific, I wonder if there is less brand loyalty nowadays compared to 50 or 60 years ago when the USA was supposedly a hotbed of conformity, a seemingly fertile ground for brand loyalty. I know that market researchers devote a good deal of study to brand images and customer loyalty. What I'm not sure of is whether enough similar studies were conducted in the 1950s to allow a real comparison. (Readers who are familiar with research literature on this matter are encouraged to comment and present findings.) Since I lack data I'll do my usual routine, a mixture of speculation and personal anecdotes. When I shop for groceries I tend to be a creature of habit, buying the brands I'm comfortable... posted by Donald at April 28, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Thursday, April 23, 2009


Hiding a B-17 Bomber Factory
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- One of my childhood memories was the fake residential neighborhood that served as camouflage for Boeing Plant 2 in Seattle where B-17 bombers were assembled. From ground level, it looked odd, the faux houses being shorter than normal houses and sitting right on top of what clearly was a large factory building next to a runway. This camouflage remained until a year or so after the war ended. In 1945 or 1946 my father, who worked for the Army Engineers during the war, was able to get atop the factory and take some snapshots. I did a quick search but couldn't find them, alas. If they do turn up, I'll scan and post them. Below are some photos I grabbed off the Internet. Most likely, they were taken by Boeing or one of the armed services; during wartime, ordinary civilians would not have been allowed to do so. Gallery This vertical view shows the setting of Plant 2 and the camouflage. The top of the photo faces north. At the lower left is the Duwamish River, the dark area at the upper right is Beacon Hill and to the left of it are railroad tracks. Today the Interstate 5 freeway runs along the edge of the hill in the wooded area shown in the photo. To the left of the tracks is Boeing Field itself. The buildings on its right are related to the commercial aspect of the airfield, though Boeing did have a hangar there. To the left of the buildings and tarmac is grass, taxiways and the runway. The white area near the upper center of the photo is a concrete area where newly built planes are placed while awaiting delivery to the Army. To the left of this is probably a parking lot for Boeing employees. At the lower right in the photo is what seems to be another concrete-paved delivery area. My impression is that it was an overflow area to be used when the other one was full. Below the parking lot are two major streets. The one oriented diagonally is East Marginal Way which passes between Plant 2 and the airfield; it was closed to civilian traffic during the war, if memory serves. The other street, oriented more north-south and which is bridged over the Duwamish is First Avenue South. And the dark square partly framed by those streets is Plant 2, surmounted by its camouflage neighborhood. These oblique photos taken from, respectively, southwest and northwest of Plant 2 suggest what a low-level attacker might see. Such an attacker would be approaching rapidly -- perhaps between 200 and 300 miles per hour -- and likely would be dodging anti-aircraft fire. With only a few seconds to decide where to drop his bombs, it was the likely intent of the camouflage designers that those bombs would aimed at the clearly visible factory buildings to the south of Plant 2 and not what, at first and only glance, would seem... posted by Donald at April 23, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, April 22, 2009


Paris Museums: Which to Visit?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In about a month from now, we'll be off to France for three weeks. It's yet another trip set up last fall before the market crashed -- we cashed in frequent flier miles early to be sure of decent flight times along with the almost-free seats. So we're pretty well locked in. The first week is to be spent in Paris with friends flying in from Los Angeles. Nancy will try to see an early day of the French Open tennis tournament and I'll do my usual bookstore crawl. Since I know the town fairly well, there's no need to hit every four-star attraction. We won't feel guilty doing the flâneur routine or sipping a demi-tasse of strong coffee at cafés on or near the boul' St. Germain. While I mostly enjoy exploring cities, I don't rule out short visits to museums (I have about a two-hour, max, museum attention span). Therefore I plan to visit some in order to see some art that I've already written about or might write about here in the future. Judging from guidebooks, Paris has tons and tons of museums. On past trips, I've visited the Louvre (art up to about 1850), the Musée d'Orsay (art 1850-1905 or thereabouts), the Carnavalet (Paris history), Musée Marmottan (Claude Monet), the Orangerie (Monet water lillies) and the Musée de l'Armée (which has little in the way of art). Not being very interested in sculpture, I've never bothered seeing the Rodin museum. As for the Centre Pompidou, I think I'll check out its bookstore's postcard rack to see if there are any paintings worth viewing in person. (I visited the Museum of Modern Art enough in the 1960s to have seen much noteworthy Modernist painting, and I'm not sure Pompidou beats MoMA in terms of quality and relevance to art history.) While I admire Picasso's self-promotional abilities, I don't admire his art enough to want to visit the Musée Picasso. For similar reasons, there's a Salvador Dalí museum I can easily skip as well. So, art mavens and Paris fans, besides revisiting some of the above, what's worth seeing once I and any other Paris-bound 2Blowhards readers run out of bookstores and other points of interest? Oh. Speaking of such, are there any bookstores you know of that have out-of-print art books published between, say, 1970 and 2000. That is, books with fairly good color reproductions and that aren't expensive. Text can be French or English. Thank you for your tips. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 22, 2009 | perma-link | (15) comments





Saturday, April 18, 2009


The Life Cycle Stage and the Automobile
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Sorry folks, I'm writing about cars again. That's because I have them on my mind. And the reason is, I just bought a new one. Yes, as I wrote a few days ago, my wife bought herself a new car too. We agreed that we'll each do our own car-buying with personal funds, not as a joint purchase. Her beloved 2002 Ford Explorer Eddie Bauer (with every whistle plus toots beyond measure) was getting too expensive to keep up. The economy being what it is, dealers -- especially those for domestic makes -- are especially anxious to get inventory off their lots. And there are tax incentives and so forth. So she got a good deal. Her car-shopping triggered my action based on thoughts that had been simmering for the past year (when my Chrysler 300 was paid off). I enjoyed the Chrysler in many ways, but found that its constricted visibility was adversely affecting my driving. Plus, the car had less than 4,000 miles left on its power train warranty and needed a set of new tires and a windshield replacement. It was time for it to go. (I wrote about the Chrysler 300 and automobile styling here.) All of which set me to musing about cars, generations and life-cycle stages, a subject I touched on here with respect to sports cars. Lacking research data, all I can do is describe my thoughts and motivations and let you use them as a yardstick for your own situation. First, generational effects. Based on no data whatsoever, it's my impression that 20, 30 and 40-somethings aren't nearly as deep into car fandom as was my generation and other males born post-Model T through the Baby Boom that ended in the mid 1960s. Later generations were distracted by computer games and other technology-based focuses of attention. (Though many did become automobile devotees.) Even in my generation there were those who regarded cars as tools or appliances, not sex objects, objects that might attract other kinds of sex objects, status symbols and all the other pop-psychology hypothesizing that's been floating around since the days of Henry Ford. People like that are the target market for Consumer Reports, which, in the mid-1950s, favored cars that I preferred not to be seen in. So we're all different with respect to attitudes about cars. My own situation has been one of frustration. Given a large discretionary income to play with, I probably would have traded one hot and sexy car for a newer, hotter, sexier one every year or two. No, I don't mean Ferraris or other supercars. My choices might have been the Austin-Healy sports car, the first-year Oldsmobile Toronado front-drive sedan, early Datsun 240Zs, the 1957 Corvette -- stuff like that. Alas, I never made the kind of money to follow that path. Instead, when I felt it was time to buy a new car, I got the sportiest one I could afford and what I bought usually... posted by Donald at April 18, 2009 | perma-link | (13) comments





Wednesday, April 15, 2009


What's Really Important About a Car
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- My wife just bought a new car (a Ford Edge, if you're curious). Since she lets me drive it once in a while, I thumbed through the owner's manual to find out what was what. I discovered the following: The manual has 344 pages. The first nine are introductory material. This is followed by eight pages about the instrument panel. Pages 18 through 74 are devoted to "Entertainment Systems." Then it goes on to deal with climate controls, lights, driver controls, tire changing and the rest. That's 57 pages devoted to regular radios, Sirius radio, CD players, DVD players, MP3 tracking, headphones, remote controls and whatever other gizmos might be involved. And remember, this is covered before most information dealing with the operation of the car as such. Woe unto us. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 15, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, April 13, 2009


I'd Really Like to Observe ...
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Ever hanker for a fly-on--the-wall moment? Here are some of my nominations: An editorial board meeting of The New York Times. The jury for the final selection of the Pritzker Prize for architecture. The jury for the final selection of the Nobel Peace Prize. 2Blowhards frequent commenters Shouting Thomas and Chris White getting together for a beer/coffee/whatever. (Actually, they might hit it off pretty well in person: Ya never know.) I'll probably post some more later, but you can mention yours in Comments. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 13, 2009 | perma-link | (10) comments





Friday, April 10, 2009


Binary Stoplights
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- They were all (or nearly all) gone in Seattle by the time I started driving. But there were quite of few of them when I was a little kid being hauled around my my parents. In some respects, we were lucky to have survived. I'm speaking of something that I'll call the "binary stoplight", though in 1945 or whenever, it was simply a "stoplight." Early stoplights would show either red or green; it took years for the idea of amber caution lights to be implemented. So my Dad would be cruising down a street and Bam! the light would switch from red to green. The he would stop if he could or else continue through the intersection hoping that that figurative Bam! wouldn't be a real one. Drivers stopped at a red light would have to exercise caution before entering an intersection upon the light changing to green. So civilization can indeed progress at times. Here's a photo of one taken in New York City that I found on the Web. It might have been taken in the 1970s or early 80s, to judge by the cars. Binary stoplights are still found today, but mostly as freeway on-ramp control devices. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 10, 2009 | perma-link | (7) comments





Saturday, April 4, 2009


Announcing the 2011 Obama Sedan
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Here's something to consider. Just for fun, of course. It can't possibly happen here in America, right? WASHINGTON, D.C. Sept. 14, 2010 -- Press Secretary Chris Matthews announced this morning that the new 2011 Obama brand sedan from Government Motors ("GM") will go on sale September 18th. The car, called "Chevy Volt" during its development phase, is powered by electricity and therefore eliminates combustion pollution. In his press conference, Matthews characterized assertions that the electricity to charge the cars' batteries often comes from coal or oil fired power plants as "an irrelevant distraction from President Obama's efforts to create a clean, green America." The car is nearly silent, eliminating noise pollution. Matthews quoted Vice President Joe Biden as saying "pedestrians in crosswalks will hardly know it's coming." The car features an "astonishing 40-mile cruising range" that can be augmented by other technology. The entry-level version is priced at $35,450 and comes only in the fashionable hue Hospital Wall Green, a nod to its environmental friendliness. Deluxe models ($47,250) can be purchased in one or another of the Obama Campaign Poster colors suite: Obama Pale Blue, Obama Pale Red-Orange and Obama Pale White. Matthews stressed that great efforts were undertaken to make the 2011 Obama affordable to all. One example he cited was use of chrome letter Os from leftover stockpiles of the former Oldsmobile brand for Obama brand-name trim. Matthews concluded his remarks by voicing the expectation of first-year sales of 2.5 million or more vehicles under the assumption that the Pelosi-Reid tax of $25,000 on all competing cars, SUVs, vans and trucks passes Congress and is signed into law by the President. On a more serious vein, the Volt does seem to have limited range and its likely price indeed might be around $35K. Would you buy one? I wouldn't. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 4, 2009 | perma-link | (87) comments





Thursday, April 2, 2009


Cities Where Cars Are More Trouble Than Worth
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I love cars and have driven them in many of America's largest cities. But even I have my limits to this practice. There are some places where I try to avoid driving if possible. If I lived there and didn't need to leave town often, I wouldn't even own a car; I'd rent when necessary. Car-unfriendliness comes in two main flavors. One is the street layout; some cities are very hard to navigate. The other is parking; street parking is restricted or impossible to find and parking lots and garages are rare or expensive. In some cases a city will strongly offer both features -- central Boston, for instance. Back in the early 1960s I used to drive into New York when I had a weekend pass from Ft. Meade, Maryland or Indiantown Gap, Pennsylvania. I usually stayed across the river in Hoboken at the Theta Xi house at Stevens Tech and then rolled into the city to see a girlfriend who lived in Queens not far from Laguardia. I found street parking in the neighborhood, given some effort. On Sundays I usually could find parking in the east 60s or 70s in Manhattan if I got there early enough, say by 10 a.m. That was 45 years ago, and I'm not sure such stunts still work. (Manhattan driving tips from that era: (1) focus on the cars in front of you and ignore those behind; (2) never make eye contact with pedestrians.) Washington, D.C. was a much smaller metro area in 1962-63 when I was stationed nearby, and weekend street parking was still possible. Sunday mornings it was fairly easy to park in the Mall if I was in a museum-going mood. But the street pattern -- all those diagonals such as New York Avenue that L'Enfant sketched out -- made getting around town a long, frustrating chore. As you might guess, Boston, New York and Washington (their central parts anyway) are my three least-favorite driving venues. Philadelphia and Baltimore, on the other hand, weren't nearly so troublesome. Well, Philadelphia was a hassle if you wanted to traverse it southwest-northeast rather than simply get into or out of center city. That was because of the street-highway pattern. Nevertheless, I had a car when I attended Dear Old Penn. I'll also confess that I usually drove it only on weekends, leaving it parked on Pine Street otherwise. A borderline case is San Francisco. I drive in it when I visit California, but find the parking situation annoying. I find Chicago fairly easy to get around even though the going can be slow. The cost of parking in the center is pretty high, however. Cars are necessary in Los Angeles, Detroit, San Jose and Houston, but driving there isn't always pleasant. Looking over what I wrote above, I conclude that there are few American cities where driving isn't worth the trouble. There usually is trouble of some sort, though not the show-stopper variety. European cities... posted by Donald at April 2, 2009 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, April 1, 2009


Maui, Plain and Fancy
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I dragged in from Maui over the weekend and had a few days to recover. So now it's time for pictures! Maybe I should mention that Hawaii isn't all the glitz and spectacular natural scenes you're likely to have seen in advertising, magazine features and travelogues on TV. It was hardly glitzy at all back in the days when tourists were few because getting to the islands took a four and a half day cruise (each way) on a Matson Lines steamer or (1946-59, roughly) a nearly ten hour flight on a prop-driven Stratocruiser. These figures are for San Francisco-Honolulu; add more if one started from farther east. I first visited Hawaii in 1963 courtesy of the generous taxpayers of the day who, indirectly, saw fit to send me there by troop ship as part of a longer cruise to the Far East. We got to go ashore at Pearl Harbor and some of us opted for a short bus tour followed by a few hours of free time in the city and beaches. Along our route up to the Pali overlook of Kaneohe I saw lots of modest housing that was sketchily constructed by mainland standards. I knew that the building style was influenced by the mild climate, but it wasn't at all like the middle class neighborhoods I was familiar with growing up in Seattle. When in Maui last week I made a point to drive through the windward-side adjoining cities of Kahului (basically a working town where the airport and harbor are) and Wailuku (the scruffier county seat). While the jet age transformed the state over the last 50 years, it isn't difficult to find many remnants of Hawaii's agricultural, isolated past. With that in mind, below are a few of the snapshots I took. No Photoshop work of any kind on the following pix; what I shot is what you get. Gallery Apparently lounge chairs aren't forever. These were sighted on our way from our digs to the nearby Star Market. Down the road is an old neighborhood that hasn't yet been converted to hotels, condos or apartments. Modest houses in Hawaii can look similar to this. Others are single-story, but are raised off the ground a few feet; between the floor and ground is a breezeway that often is screened by crisscrossed lathwork. More beachside Maui scenery -- a vintage VW Beetle and across the road a Bad Ass Coffee Company outlet. They claim the name has to do with the donkeys that used to haul Kona coffee beans to market. Also old is Front Street in the former whaling town of Lahaina, for a few years the capital of the kingdom. Most of the commerce on this street consists of souvenir shops, restaurants, art galleries, boutiques and the like. Touristy, yet with its unique charm. A few blocks south is this view across the Lahaina Roads to the island of Lanai. The U.S. Pacific Fleet would anchor here... posted by Donald at April 1, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, March 30, 2009


General Motors and Me
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It seems that Our Revered President has forced General Motors Chairman and CEO Rick Wagoner to resign (and collect a lot of money on his way out the turnstile). The Great Administrator also outlined what the government (us, in theory) expects of GM and Chrysler over the next few months. While the ultimate fate of GM is for the future to reveal, this is as good a time as any for me to reflect on the corporation. After all, I did work for GM and over the years my family owned a lot of GM cars. Readers under age 50 are too young to have experienced the environment where General Motors truly dominated the nation's (and the world's) automobile market. True, GM still had a large U.S. market share through the 1960s and into the 70s, but the wheels were getting wobbly in preparation for their falling off by the early 80s. So let's go back 60 years to 1949. The Japanese car industry hardly existed. European manufacturers had never attained large production volumes in the inter-war period and had yet to reach breakout status (that would happen in the 50s). Around half the U.S automobile market belonged to General Motors and competing companies watched GM's engineering, product packaging and styling carefully, taking care to be different, but not much different from the General. In 1950 I knew that my father planned to buy a 1951 Pontiac when they were revealed (we showed up at the dealer that weekend), so I spent the summer and fall speculating how the 51s might differ from the 1950 models I was seeing on the streets and thinking about the best two-tone paint scheme for our future car. (I was hot for a two-tone green paint job, but my parents opted for dark gray and cream-gray -- a better choice, in retrospect.) GM had a very strong management team -- veterans of the post-Billy Durant restructuring and the voyage through the Great Depression. These included Alfred Sloan, Harlow "Red" Curtice and Harley Earl. Later executives were not so talented or, maybe, lucky. Perhaps the most disastrous was Roger Smith, who ran the corporation from 1981 to 1990. He came in as a supposed breath of fresh air, which probably was needed. Smith's problem was that his version of fresh air was toxic, as the link indicates. My direct association with GM began in the Smith era. In the fall of 1982 I was invited to a job interview at the Warren, Michigan Tech Center. I didn't get full-time employment and instead became a consultant / data supplier which at least had the perk of my getting discounts when buying new GM cars. (And I avoided getting a GM pension -- something that might become iffy in the near future.) What I supplied GM were forecasts of households by type, age of head and various income ranges. At first these were for the United States; later on I furnished... posted by Donald at March 30, 2009 | perma-link | (12) comments





Sunday, March 29, 2009


Japanese Tourism Follow-Up
Donald PIttenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A few days ago I posted about, among other things, Japanese tourists and how they seem to be found in a comparatively small number of places. This was in reference to a lack of them in Maui and scads of them in Oahu. In describing that contrast, I mentioned that "I always see two, three or more Japan Airlines 747s at the Honolulu airport". Now that I'm home from the islands and in the process of adjusting to a change of three time zones (and not really ready to resume normal blogging), I thought I'd pass along support for that statement. Behold: I took this photo late morning yesterday (29 March) documenting four such aircraft. One or two departed before we left at 1:20. And just for the heck of it, consider this. That's a Korean Air Lines ("Korean Air") 747. I'm not up to speed on Korean tourist habits, but guess that the Honolulu area is their main focus too. I'll assume that the fact that the JAL and KAL gates are widely separated is simple happenstance even though Koreans don't consider the Japanese to be pals. The previous shot was taken outside and this one was from inside the gate area (you can see some reflections on the window and the outdoor scene isn't quite in focus). Besides the plane, it offers a glimpse of the setting of the airport. That's Diamond Head on the horizon towards the right. And yes, in the foreground there are two people snoozing head-by-head on a ledge under the window. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 29, 2009 | perma-link | (3) comments





Tuesday, March 24, 2009


Maui Notebook
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Here I am in Maui (thanks for the local tips, commenters). Here are a few things I've noticed so far. * General Motors is alive and well on this island if low-profit rental cars are any indication. We and many other tourists are driving Chevy minivans. They are practical for folks in large groups (such as ours) with lots of luggage. We're also driving a Chevy HHR -- their version of a Chrysler PT Cruiser. One quirky feature is its power window controls: the buttons are on the center console. Chrysler is doing okay too, with their Sebring convertible line, anyway. Lots and lots of them, both ragtop and folding metal top. * Tattoos are plentiful on young adults. Many are quite elaborate with much green and blue shading. I hope hope their owners will appreciate the decision to have had them 20 years and 40 added pounds in the future. Like chewing gum, this deducts 10 observation guesstimate IQ points, or so I think. * Japanese. There aren't many tourists here, though I did see a group of about 20 this afternoon in Lahaina. Corroboration is the almost complete lack of Japanese language signage in stores and store windows. There's lots of that in Honolulu, plus I always see two, three or more Japan Airlines 747s at the Honolulu airport. This is not surprising. Japanese tend to spend their tourism budgets on four and five star attraction. In England, they're all over London and in evidence in Cambridge and Oxford, but not so much elsewhere. In Italy, they're usually found in places like Venice and Florence. I can't blame them. Given linguistic problems, they opt for tour group travel and tour bookers tend to aim for the famous destinations. Which Maui isn't, it seems. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 24, 2009 | perma-link | (11) comments





Friday, March 20, 2009


Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We're off to Maui for a week starting tomorrow (the 21st), so posting might be light or even non-existent if my cell phone Internet connection doesn't function where we'll be staying. This family trip was set up last September before the stock market cratered, but we're doing it anyway. I've only been to the Honolulu area, so Maui will be totally new for me. Nancy probably will be spending most of the time with her granddaughters. But we'll have two rental cars (there are eight of us), so I ought to be able to find time to explore the place, something I enjoy doing. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 20, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, March 15, 2009


Dressing Up is Hard to Do
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It is for me, anyway. My wife, on the other hand, loves dressing up -- especially in "fun" clothes. And it doesn't bother her in the least to change clothes two or even three times a day. Not me. I'll change clothes perhaps once a day if company comes or we are going out to someplace fancy. Even then, I'll try to minimize the amount of changing. For instance, in the morning I'll put on the shirt that will be necessary later. And I'll wear black socks instead of the usual white crew socks of my crew socks 'n' jeans ensemble. Doubtless this demonstrates that I'm a creature of sloth and inertia. But, Honest!! I wasn't always this way. Back in the 1970s I used to wear jacket-and-necktie based outfits to work. Though that's because it was expected of us in those pre-casual days. And if I had a big date (or any date) on Saturday evening, I'd make a real effort to look spiffy. I suppose I should chalk that up to goal-motivation. Alas, even this proves that, left to my own devices, I'm a lazy, jeans-and-sweater-wearing slob requiring outside motivation to dress appropriately. Could it be [grasps at straw] that my behavior is, at root, simply one more case of boorish male-ness, so it isn't really my fault? I need to come up with some kind of good excuse to offer Nancy because I'm facing an evening at the opera in May. Later, Donald (By the way, the title of this posting is a take-off on the title of an early-60s Neil Sedaka song. You have my permission to sing it to the melody.)... posted by Donald at March 15, 2009 | perma-link | (13) comments





Friday, March 13, 2009


Derb, Steve, Game
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- John Derbyshire considers the Steve Sailer phenomenon. Steve Sailer asks a funny question about "Game." A great commentsthread ensues. As far as I'm concerned, Steve Sailer is one of the most interesting figures to emerge from the web era, and Game is one of the more fascinating sociological developments to come along in a while. Roissy's blog is where I usually go to learn more about Game. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 13, 2009 | perma-link | (65) comments





Tuesday, March 3, 2009


Ralph's Rugger: Game Over in Seattle
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Almost exactly a year ago I wrote about a Ralph Lauren store with a sort of rugby-cum-Yale Skull and Bones theme. The togs weren't all that bad. Aside from stenciled or patched on numbers, crests and other decorations that, to my mind, made the items a bit too odd to consider buying (and my taste runs to geezer-preppy). It seems [sniff] that the Seattle store has gone kaput even though it was located only a quarter of a mile from the University of Washington's Greek Row and a mile or two from a couple of Seattle's upscale neighborhoods (Laurelhurst and Windermere). Lauren is still flogging the brand as this is written. The website is up and indicating that 11 stores remain. And it seems like I've seen Rugby-like clothes in the Lauren area of the Bellevue Macy's. Given the present economy, it will be interesting to see how the concept plays out. I'm no fashion guru, so Ralph might not take my advice to eliminate the faux-1895 collegiate clutter on about half the line to broaden appeal. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 3, 2009 | perma-link | (3) comments





Monday, March 2, 2009


Do Hard Times Inspire Great Art?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I should have been paying enough attention to take the trouble to take notes or stash links. But it remained in peripheral vision status until this morning when I noticed a link on the Arts & Letters Daily site with its teaser caption stating: "Road novels, stories, and gangster films of the 1930s depicted American social mobility as a bitter cheat. We may now relive 1930s art..." (boldface in original). The linked article, on the Wall Street Journal site, was "Will this Crisis Produce a 'Gatsby'?" by a writer identified as "Sean McCann, a professor of English at Wesleyan University, is the author of 'A Pinnacle of Feeling: American Literature and Presidential Government.'" I didn't think much of the article, it using the slippery and often data-defective concept of income inequality as its peg. For instance, McCann asserts that creatures called "Republicans" caused a whole bunch of income inequality during the seemingly prosperous 1920s. As if there was no such thing when Woodrow Wilson was wheeled out of the White House for the last time. But McCann's article isn't my real subject. What I want to discuss is whether there is a link between economic conditions and quality in the various arts, roughly as traditionally understood. (Alas, that leaves out spray-can graffiti.) The point being, if indeed bad economic times are conducive to more high-quality art, then we might be in for an artistic renaissance of sorts if the economy stays in the gutter. My problem is that "quality" in arts is evaluated subjectively, unlike measures of, say, manufacturing quality in automobiles. Worse, I'm not a Lit Guy, not having the tools and reading experience to examine the quality of novels of the 1920s, 1930s, 40s, 50s and so forth to evaluate how literature of the Depression-ridden Thirties compared to other decades. It turns out that I can come up with one instance, though it's not in a field of traditional art. It's Industrial Design, which flourished during the 30s in part because of the depressed times. I recently wrote about that here. Another almost-traditional art that did well during the Depression was the Hollywood movie. Many observers consider the 1930s a "golden age" of American cinema, and I'm inclined to agree. A case can be made that there was a good deal of creativity in the arts during the years of the Weimar Republic in Germany (1919-33). French arts did well during the period 1868-1878 as the country stumbled through the final years of the Second Empire, defeat by the Prussians in 1870, the Paris Commune of 1871 and dealing with the burden of reparations to the German Empire in the years following the war. Post-World War 2 was tough for Italy, yet the country became noted for top-flight films and outstanding automobile styling between 1945 and 1955. Clearly, bad times do not necessarily mean bad times for the arts. On the other hand, good times do not mean bad times for the... posted by Donald at March 2, 2009 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, February 18, 2009


Wars Don't Matter, Some Say
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- As is often the case for me and many others, what one should have said doesn't pop into one's mind until too late. For instance, a few weeks ago I was chatting with a gent who had been a Marine in World War 2 and fought on Iwo Jima. After mentioning that, he vaguely wondered whether the result was worth what he had experienced. What I now think I should have done would have been to ask him what difference it would have made if the United States had lost that war. But I simply let his remark pass. The USA usually wins its wars. So the aftermath strikes most citizens as something pretty much like the pre-war situation. The net result being not much change, it becomes easy to shrug off the episode as unnecessary. I suppose something similar can be the case for attitudes about wars fought centuries ago: What was all the fuss about? This is not to claim that all wars are both important and necessary. But some are. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 18, 2009 | perma-link | (32) comments





Tuesday, February 17, 2009


Short Links
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Weird. * Naps. * More. * Taleb. * Ron. * Law. (Link thanks to Bryan.) * Big. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Graphic. * AltPorn. (NSFW) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 17, 2009 | perma-link | (6) comments




Short State Street Stroll
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- There's a song about Chicago ("that toddlin' town") that has the line: "State Street, that great street." State Street lost out to Michigan Avenue half a century or more ago and doesn't strike me as being worth singing about. Then there's an unsung (literally, as best I know) State Street that beats the Chicago version all to pieces. It's Santa Barbara's main commercial drag anchored on one end by the shore and Stearns Wharf and on the other more or less by the 101 freeway. The most interesting part for tourists is the segment extending from the shore for a mile or so, ending a few blocks west of the art museum. Since SB is sort of a college town (UCSB is actually in a neighboring burg), one finds the usual West Coast assortment of college kids, street people and the stores, restaurants and bars they find appealing. One also finds on or near State Street tonier places such as art galleries, Saks Fifth Avenue and Nordstrom. What I like about the area is the Spanish-style streetscape, the result of decisions made in the wake of the 1925 earthquake that heavily damaged the city. (General information on Santa Barbara that briefly mentions the quake and aftermath can be found here.) Below are some snapshots I took 31 January. Most were taken near the art museum. It was a bright day, so the exposure meter had trouble coping with the strong light/shade contrasts; hope you don't mind. Here is an intersection view I'll use as my establishment shot. Half a block west. A bit farther west is the art museum. Around the corner from the museum is the public library. A sidewalk view. A view of the shady side of the street. Several passages can be found along State. Closer look at that passage. The window-cleaner at the left is a statue, by the way -- at first glance, most folks think he's real. Not shown is the fabulous county courthouse, a blog-post subject in its own right. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 17, 2009 | perma-link | (12) comments





Monday, February 16, 2009


Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Roissy volunteers a shrewd analysis of a scene in "Hud," inspiring an even-livelier-than-usual commentsfest. * Rick Poynor and Adrian Shaughnessy compare notes about falling in love with movies in the 1970s. * Roger Scruton supplies a lot of perspective in this review of a social history of Western music. * GFS3 cringes at the memory of nine male-nudity movie scenes. * Thanks to Mexican drug wars, Phoenix has become the kidnapping-for-ransom capital of the U.S. * Randall Parker is wary of a recently-floated idea for a Fairness Doctrine for talk radio. * Is financial chaos in Eastern Europe about the take the rest of the world down? * MBlowhard Rewind: Convenient, safe and attractive parking can help revive a downtown. Santa Barbara has shown how. * And, just because I happened to be thinking, "Sheesh, imagine 20th century popular culture without 'the Bo Diddley beat'": Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 16, 2009 | perma-link | (19) comments





Friday, February 13, 2009


Questions
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Is the U.S. government using the financial crisis to make a power grab? * Is what the U.S. government is up to even remotely Constitutional? * Was the British government right to have prevented Geert Wilders from entering the country? * What is the Neanderthal genome going to teach us? * Is kinky sex on the rise? (So to speak, of course.) * Is this DVD set the best deal on Amazon, at least for those with a fondness for '70s trash? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 13, 2009 | perma-link | (10) comments





Wednesday, February 4, 2009


How to Behave?
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Enough with simply sniping at our corrupt-or-incompetent Keynesian class. Criticism is too easy. What would an Austrian actually do? * Gotta love our dynamic and driven new young women. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 4, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, February 2, 2009


Fortified Traffic Information
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I suppose I should have noticed it sooner. No doubt the stuff was in place the last time I was in the Los Angeles area. But better late than whenever. It's the barbed wire. The concertina type, actually. Or as best I can tell when cruising the freeways at 65 miles per hour (lucky me, that day on good old California 60). And what is all that barbed wire protecting? Those large, green freeway information signs attached to overpasses or cantilevered over the roadway. You know, the ones announcing upcoming exits and that sort of thing. Apparently the barbed wire was placed to protect the signs from graffiti artists, taggers and other paint spray-can jocks. The signs attached to overpasses have concertina wire along their edges in the manner of a picture frame, making it hazardous to reach across the sign. For those affixed to frames anchored to a post on the side of the road, the post is wrapped with the wire near its top to prevent graffiti guys from getting to the sign. Small green signs attached to medial barriers and other places tend to be unprotected and are often liberally sprayed. Apparently Caltrans (the state highway department) hasn't yet gotten word that graffiti represents an important art form and avenue of cultural expression. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 2, 2009 | perma-link | (4) comments





Sunday, January 25, 2009


Government Supported Arts
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I noticed this piece ("An Old, Bad Idea for the Arts" by David A. Smith) in yesterday's Wall Street Journal. Its subject is the matter of creating a cabinet-level "arts czar." Towards the top of the article, Smith notes: But despite the severity of the troubles facing arts institutions, they're nothing new. Nor is the call for a cabinet-level office for the arts. In 1952 the head of the American Federation of Musicians said that "the sad and declining estate" of the arts required nothing less than the establishment of a Federal Department of the Arts. Shortly after, screen legend Lillian Gish appeared before a star-struck Senate committee and all but demanded a Department of Fine Arts. The calls continued periodically, even after the National Endowment for the Arts was created in 1965. Even absent an economic crisis, the "arts" (ranging from opera houses to art museums to local children's theater groups) seem to be figuratively and sometimes even literally at our doorsteps, tin cup in hand, begging for cash. Aside from the annoyance, I'm okay with that. It's when the tin cup routine involves governments I get queasy. Yes, there are many, many examples of government-supported arts and culture that benefit even capitalist-tool me; those museums all over the Paris tourist zone quickly come to mind. Still, I'd be happier if they weren't government-funded. That's because government involvement or ownership means bureaucracy and control, something I find antithetical the arts and culture. Consider all that lousy "public art" demanded by regulations and selected by committees comprised of an in-group of back-scratching arts mavens of the Culture Establishment. Under a crisis-generated spasm of government spending designed to emulate Roosevelt's public works arts projects, things likely will get worse. Actually, I wonder how much good the Post Office mural-painting and other artist employment activities of the 1930s did for the arts. If he hadn't done WPA murals or whatever and instead painted Post Office walls government pale green, Jackson Pollock might have gotten the idea of drip-painting a lot sooner than he did. So far as this graying arts buff is concerned, arts are not a necessity, and the government would be wise to focus on something besides a new WPA Federal Art Project, or arts czar concept mentioned in the article cited above. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 25, 2009 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, January 21, 2009


Once a Bum, ...
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I see 'em in Waikiki and I'm seeing a few of 'em this week in South Lake Tahoe. Well, I think that's who I'm seeing. And who might that be? In the first instance, aged surfing bums and the latter, aged ski bums. In both cases, guys over 60 with lean bodies, unkempt hair and a lot of sun damage to visible skin. I admit that I have only a vague idea as to what makes such people tick. When one is young and athletic, spending a few years having fun while earning a little money on the side as an instructor can be an okay thing. Yet surely those youngsters see the same sorts of oldsters I do and I find it hard to believe that they can't wonder if a burned-out bumship might not be in their own future. Actually, most young surf and ski bums probably do come to such a realization and go on to life cycle-appropriate pursuits. But what about the few who do not? What could they have been thinking while they slowly aged from golden youth into middle age and beyond? Can any of you offer examples or explanations? I'm curious. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 21, 2009 | perma-link | (26) comments





Saturday, January 17, 2009


Conspiracy Report from Chicago Garage
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It's frigid in much of the northern half of the USA this week. Perhaps that's why Iowahawk deposited a bit of frozen finger skin on the driver-side door handle as he climbed out of his hot rod, scraped the ice off the tip of his nose, warmed his trusty computer on a handy space heater and then posted this warning from the aliens amongst us. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 17, 2009 | perma-link | (7) comments





Tuesday, January 13, 2009


When Did Western Civ Start Going to Hell?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm not sure whether Western Civilization is actually going to hell. In almost any era one can name, there surely were people who thought things were going to pot regardless of what history eventually demonstrated. We can easily determine how the West is really doing if we climb abord a time machine and hop 500 years, say, into the future to check things out. I happen to be basically an optimist. Yet I am troubled by the efforts in key institutions such as education, government and news media to ignore or even actively wreck the real achievements of Western Civilization. So let's assume, for the purposes of this post, that Western decline is real and permanent. If this is so, then when did the decline start? To kick off the discussion, I'll assert that the tipping or inflection point happened during the quarter-century 1890-1914. Politically, the Imperial powers -- especially the British -- began to lose their stomach for empire-building. (Yes, the Germans caught the building bug during this very period as did the Italians and Americans. Yes, the Great War's victorious powers acquired mandates and other colonial bits. But I regard this as mostly inertia which petered out during the 1930s.) Artistically and capital-C culturally, the period began with a kind of fin-de-siècle malaise (in France, at least) and generally corresponded to the rise of Modernism which by its nature was hostile to the past. What do you think? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 13, 2009 | perma-link | (62) comments





Monday, January 12, 2009


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Michael posted more links about Donald Westlake immediately below. So I might as well join in with this link to Westlake comments by Bill Kristol. * It seems that Terry Teachout is a Nero Wolfe fan, having read every novel in the series. He explains why here. Among other things he tells us why he prefers the work of Wolfe author Rex Stout to that of Patrick O'Brian. And, speaking of Westlake, he mentions ... For my own part, I've never been much drawn to the mystery as a genre, perhaps because I have no interest in the puzzle-based plot mechanisms that drive the "classic" detective story. I no longer return to the Sherlock Holmes stories, and the only mystery novelists whose books I regularly reread for pleasure are Stout, Raymond Chandler, Elmore Leonard, Laura Lippman, and Donald Westlake. (I also enjoy Georges Simenon's Maigret novels, but for some reason I rarely read them.) Blowhards readers might recall that I have written about Nero Wolfe too. * I might as well toss in a Blogging Note to round out this post. Nancy's annual Tahoe ski week is almost upon us, so we'll be on the road to there, the Bay Area and various bits of Southern California, returning early in February. I'll pack my trusty computer and post as frequently as I can manage. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 12, 2009 | perma-link | (2) comments





Wednesday, January 7, 2009


When Flattops Encountered Jets
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Well-rounded information takes time to emerge. This is especially true where government secrets are concerned. Then there is the need for perspective. In matters technological, once a problem has become well understood and a set of tested solutions is available, then the attempts to create that solution set can be evaluated fairly. Which is why I enjoyed reading this book (see cover, below). Actually, the publisher got the title wrong. "U.S. Naval Air Superiority" to me means something like the World War 2 struggle between the air arms of the U.S. Navy and the Imperial Japanese Navy; the Japanese held it in the early going and ceded it by 1943. In the time frame of the book, the United States always had the strongest naval air arm in the world. The publisher should have used something like the sub-title "Development of Shipborne Jet Fighters 1943-1962" as the title, because that's what the book is about. Why does all this ancient (in terms of aviation) history interest me? Partly it's because I have an interest in technological evolution. Mostly it's because the book covers an exciting era in aviation that happened to slightly overlap the time I entered Kindergarten to when I graduated from college. I would first see newspaper stories announcing this or that new Navy fighter and then find follow-up articles in aviation magazines and the Popular Mechanics/Science-type magazines. All such articles were essentially raw or rephrased public relations handouts. There would be a dramatic photo or two of the airplane, perhaps some solid technical information such as main dimensions and possibly some sketchy performance statistics. If the plane entered squadron service more information would seep out, though bad news would be covered up or downplayed unless it became a scandal such as the failure of the Westinghouse J40 engine program. Such secrecy and deception is understandable with respect to weaponry. Once the aircraft had completed their path from front-line serve through use by reserve units to an aircraft boneyard, real information began to emerge regarding capabilities and, especially, defects. Although much of the information in the book has been public for years, Thomason (who was involved in the industry for many years) has packaged the facts well. I find it fun to discover the real story behind those PR-generated news stories of my childhood and youth. The technical landscape during the late 1940s with respect to naval aviation included the following: Reciprocating (piston driven) engines driving propellers had reached the point of diminishing returns. Increases in power required increases in weight and complexity, more difficulty in cooling, and decreases in reliability. It was clear that the top level-flight speed for any fighter using such engines would never exceed 500 miles per hour. Meanwhile, German and British jet-propelled fighters easily surpassed that speed barrier. Early jet engines were unreliable. They had to undergo maintenance frequently. They weren't very powerful, either. Yet they burned a lot of fuel fast, requiring incorporation of large fuel... posted by Donald at January 7, 2009 | perma-link | (7) comments




Humor
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Polly Frost offers a much-needed new service. * You mean you can't trust what you read on the Internet? Oh no! * Another deserving industry demands a bailout. Best, Michael UPDATE: Click the button on Shouting Thomas' inspirational Lard-Ass-O-Meter.... posted by Michael at January 7, 2009 | perma-link | (7) comments




List of Lists
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The 150 best Flash games. (Thanks to visitor Nick.) * Ramesh describes some gadgets he's hoping to see soon. * Catch up with a well-selected sampler of current pop music. * 12 ways that porn has changed the web. * The ten biggest diet and health stories of 2008. * Finefantastic lists her ten favorite film melodramas. * Glenn Kenny recommends the best DVDs of 2008. * List-making virtuoso Colleen notes down 100 things she learned in 2008: part one, part two. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 7, 2009 | perma-link | (0) comments





Friday, January 2, 2009


Preserving Languages via Text Messaging
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Browsing today's (2 January 2009) Wall Street Journal, I encountered an article titled "How the Lowly Text Message May Save Languages That Could Otherwise Fade" by William Bulkeley. Its link is here. Since I don't know how long the link will hold, below are key quotes from the piece. Can a language stay relevant if it isn't used to send text messages on a cellphone? Language advocates worry that the answer is no, and they are pushing to make more written languages available on cellphones. ... But companies that develop predictive text say they have created cellphone software for fewer than 80 of the world's 6,912 languages cataloged by SIL International, a Dallas organization that works to preserve languages. ... "The idea of having your cultural identity represented in this technology is increasingly important," says Laura Welcher, director of the Rosetta Project of San Francisco's Long Now Foundation. Ms. Welcher, who says linguists fear half the world's languages will disappear in the near future, thinks at least 200 languages have enough speakers to justify development of cellphone text systems. "Technology empowers the poorest people," she adds. ... Michael Cahill, linguistics coordinator for SIL International, says, "There are cases where texting is helping to preserve languages" by encouraging young people to write in their native tongue. Predictive text is a technique that guesses what a word might be after a few letters have been keyed in on a cellphone. I'm not a text-messager in part because of the bother of using eight keys to represent 26 letters. While predictive text no doubt improves composition speed, I find it easier to simply dial through and leave a voicemail message if necessary. (I'll concede that a good use for text messaging is transmission of numbers such as addresses and phone numbers which sometimes can be misunderstood via voice.) I'm all for the free market, so more power to software and communications companies that spread the use of predictive text to less-spoken tongues. On the other hand, the business of language preservation as a kind of crusade leaves me cold, as you can read here. So having predictive text for a minor language is potentially a big deal in its preservation. And voicemail (by implication) isn't? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 2, 2009 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, December 21, 2008


Seating Strategies
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- When I was in elementary school, the teacher assigned us seats. Our desks looked like these: One year -- might have been Third Grade -- the teacher had the desks side-by side in three rows rather than by themselves in four or five rows. The rub was, I had to sit next to a girl I didn't like for a good chunk of the school year. After elementary school, we usually were able to sit where we pleased. My preference is to sit about halfway or two-thirds of the way back from the front row. My wife likes to sit near the front when we go to church, which is a little out of my comfort zone. When I taught college classes or quiz sections, it was usually the gals who hogged the front row, distractingly crossing their legs -- something known to most male teachers. Hmm. I wonder what the seating pattern is for female teachers? I never paid much attention to that at the time, but my guess is that female students were still more likely to sit towards the front of the classroom. I'm not sure why I preferred to sit farther back. Perhaps it was a function of my personality, me being more of an observer than a participant, all else being equal. Or maybe it was because I liked to doodle cars and airplanes on the margins of my notebooks and didn't want the teacher to notice. What are your thoughts on this important psycho-social matter? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 21, 2008 | perma-link | (18) comments





Wednesday, December 17, 2008


Lists
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Music critic Ken Tucker lists his favorite pop music of the year. * Health-and-fitness guru Mark Sisson lists his favorite books of all time. Pleasing to see that Mark has the same high opinion of Gary Taubes' "Good Calories, Bad Calories" that I do. It's a showstopper as well as a paradigm-shifter. * MBlowhard Rewind: I shared some thoughts about 10-best lists generally. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 17, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Monday, December 15, 2008


Odd Place-names
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Late last week we visited Victoria, BC, taking the Victoria Clipper high-speed catamaran from Seattle. This service is convenient, but not cheap. However, given the current recession as well as it being the tourist off-season, we were able to get good mid-week rates for the trip. Video is everywhere, including the passenger cabin of the Clipper IV. We saw a loop lasting 10 or 12 minutes, more than half of which was comprised of a number of promotional announcements. Mercifully, the balance was a computerized navigation chart showing the location and orientation of the boat. A fun byproduct of checking trip progress was seeing some of the place-names along the route. Two on Puget Sound that struck my fancy were Point No-Point and Useless Bay. I was able to look up their origins here. Apparently both are linked to the Wilkes Expedition that visited the area in 1841. Point No-Point, named after a feature on the Hudson River, isn't much of a point when seen on a map and apparently is hard to discern when sailing as well. Useless Bay is a real bay on the western shore of Whidbey Island, but lack of water depth at low tides makes it a poor place to drop anchor. Such candor is nearly impossible in today's world of marketing and public relation spin, making such names seem so refreshing. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 15, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Sunday, December 14, 2008


Throwing Stones: From Inside or Outside?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Recently, in this post I passed along some thoughts regarding graduates of elite universities assuming top roles in the new Administration and about top performers while attending such schools. I concluded by mentioning, as a disclosure of sorts, that 2Blowhards contributors suffered from that same Ivied past. Naturally, the matter of 'Leaguers talking about fellow 'Leaguers raised a few eyebrows in Comments. In particular, the matter of Ivy Leaguers who criticized the Ivy League -- a kind of reverse-snobbery that understandably raises hackles of non-Leaguers. Which indirectly raises an interesting issue: Who should or shouldn't discuss certain things. No, that's not quite right. I personally favor discussion and opinion-flinging by anyone, provided the discussion is civil. The issue is more that of: Who should be able to discuss something without being subject to criticism pertaining to the discussant's ties to the matter under discussion That's quite a mouthful, a big bucket of pixels and bytes. So let me try to clarify with examples. Ivy Leaguers discussing the Ivy League have at times been dismissed as snobs. I won't deny that it's easy to give oneself a mental "attaboy" pat on the back now and then and even let slip your background into a conversation. (I sometimes call it "My fancy-schmancy Ivy League Ph.D." and thereby advance myself two-thirds of the way to a status hat-trick, coating the pill with a veneer of "aw-shucks" sugar.) I'll go further and suggest that it seems like a human nature thing; many people seem to have a social need to identify with (if not actually be a part of) something larger than themselves that is generally seen as successful. There are exceptions, but sports fans seem to turn out for games in greater numbers when the team they root for is doing well, for instance. On the other hand, outsider criticism of an elite or otherwise successful entity can be attacked as a case of sour grapes. So you can be attacked if yo' is or if yo' ain't. There seems to be no escape. Educational attainment in general can be another bone of contention. Is a Ph.D. expressing skepticism of advanced degrees showing some kind of reverse-snobbery? Is it more sour grapes if somebody with only a high school diploma complains that college graduates can be really impractical? All else being equal, I tend to value institutional criticism coming from one who is or was an insider more than outsider criticism, though I value outsider criticism if it seems well-informed. That's because the sour grapes problem tends to be minimal or entirely absent. For example, I know from personal experience some of the negative byproducts of Ph.D. training (in the "social sciences" anyway). And the Ivy League, as usually experienced by an insider spending years in a university eventually becomes reduced to the ordinary daily scene; it doesn't seem like such a big deal after a while. (Get up, washed and dressed. The same old boring breakfast.... posted by Donald at December 14, 2008 | perma-link | (7) comments





Wednesday, December 10, 2008


Cultural History Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * John McWhorter writes an impassioned introduction to the work and the life of an underknown giant, the early African-American composer Will Marion Cook. * Brooks Peters writes a wonderful and informative essay about two big 20th century American "personalities," Cornelia Otis Skinner and Ilka Chase. * MBlowhard Rewind: I ventured a few thoughts about Westerns. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 10, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, December 9, 2008


Coffee and Seattle -- Why?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I never could figure it out. This business about Seattle being coffee-crazed, Seattle being the coffee capital of the Solar System, if not beyond. The first rumblings in the press way back in -- I don't remember exactly when -- the late 80s or early 90s or thereabouts took me by surprise. "Huh? Seattle and coffee? I never noticed that." And I had spent much of my life in the Seattle area. Given that Starbucks, the world's largest and best-known coffee chain, is Seattle-based, the connection between Seattle and coffee is now taken for granted. But back in those early days, Starbucks was pretty much local and reporters were wrinkling their brows about whether the company could successfully transmit their friendly, laid-back Seattle ambiance if they expanded to surly places such as New York City. Before that connection was taken for granted, there were articles in the press dealing with the subject. Sadly, lacking the skill and tenacity of a librarian, I can't quickly locate any such pieces. Nor, alas, can I remember any of their conclusions. That self-inflicted ignorance and uncertainty was swept aside this morning. I dropped off my wife at her tennis club in a suburban city on Puget Sound and had an hour and a half to kill. Rainy day. Mid-40s temperature (call it 6 or 7 Centigrade). Certainly not a nice day, but not so awful that many people would never want to venture out. I parked the car and wandered over to a Tully's coffee place. It was packed; no place to sit and I definitely needed to sit if my time-killing project was going to work as planned. So I hiked a couple of blocks over to the downtown's other coffee place, a Starbucks. Same story. Then back to Tully's where I ordered The Usual ("tall drip with a little room") and stood around until I could grab a chair. There you have it, my newly-hatched theory of why Seattle folks became known as great coffee drinkers: the weather. Betcha no one ever thought of that before. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 9, 2008 | perma-link | (10) comments





Wednesday, December 3, 2008


Razib, Cosmos, Meat
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * GNXP's Razib has kicked off another provocative new blog. Its name -- Secular Right -- pretty much explains its theme: righties who have no religious feelings. The blog's high-powered participants include Heather Mac Donald, John Derbyshire, and Walter Olson. * Well, that's finally settled. * Thanks to Will S. for pointing out this fun Table Matters piece about the pleasures of eating meat. Scott Gold argues that meat-eaters are mucho sexier than vegans. Don't skip the linked-to video clip. * MBlowhard Rewind: I compared the magazines of 1970 to our current crop. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 3, 2008 | perma-link | (26) comments





Sunday, November 30, 2008


Apple Jam
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Have you been in an Apple Store recently? You know, the place where one can buy iMacs, iPods, iPhones, iThises, iThats and iEtceteras. To me, there's something curiously off-putting about an Apple Store. I take that back; I know exactly what it is that's a little off-putting so far as I'm concerned. It's that one can hardly get ten feet into the store before being accosted by a helpful sales rep. Nothing intrinsically wrong with that, mind you -- especially if you walked in wanting to buy something and not knowing quite where to find it. But I normally stop by an Apple Store to browse, checking out prices of new computer lines, that sort of thing. In those cases, I'd just as soon not have to go to the trouble of explaining why I'm there. Altogether, Apple Stores skew in the same direction as Turkish markets where a slight glance at something will bring the salesman running up to you, article in hand, with a "Sir" or "M'dame" on his lips. Of course there's the other extreme. My experience for years has been that JC Penney stores are chronically understaffed. Sometimes one has to wander almost halfway across the store to even find a clerk to ring something up, let alone explain a product. My advice to Steve Jobs is to de-staff his stores by, oh, 30 percent and then cut prices on products by ten percent or so. Sounds like a winning solution to me. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 30, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments





Monday, November 24, 2008


Brochure Lit
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Here we are in Las Vegas. Took a little 520-mile round-trip yesterday to Zion and Bryce Canyon national parks. The stash a park ranger handed to us upon entry to Zion included a glossy, fold-out, official brochure with some truly lousy (in my humble esteem) writing. Consider: Immutable yet ever changing, the cliffs of Zion stand resolute, a glowing presence in late day, a wild calm. Melodies of waters sooth desert-parched ears, streams twinkle over stone, wren song cascades from red-rock cliffs, cottonwood leaves jitter on the breeze. But when lightning flashes waterfalls erupt from dry cliffs, and floods flash down waterless canyons exploding log jams, hurtling boulders, croaking wild joyousness, and dancing stone and water and time. Zion is alive with movement, a river of life always here and always changing. Must have been a summer intern project for a Yale lit-major. All things considered, I'd prefer facts to froth. Here's more, having to do with the Indians over-hunting mammoths, giant sloths, camels and then smaller animals before turning to agriculture: As resources dwindled 2,600 years ago, people tuned lifeways to the specifics of place. Lowlights: a wild calm !!??! tuned lifeways to the specifics of place ??!!? God help the English language. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 24, 2008 | perma-link | (7) comments





Saturday, November 22, 2008


Re-Enacting: A Report from the Field
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- One of the many oddball American cultural activities I know nothing about is "re-enacting" -- the world of guys who dress up in period outfits and recreate Civil War battles. So when Bill S. - one of my oldest and best friends -- emailed me that he'd taken part in a re-enactment, I bugged him to let me reprint his note here on the blog. I'm pleased that he agreed. Here's a link to some video of the event Bill took part in. Here's some more officially-endorsed re-enactment footage: And here's Bill's account of his adventure: A few weeks ago, my wife and I visited her brother and sister-in-law in Maryland. My wife’s brother has been a Civil War re-enactor for a while now, and he finally got me to join him for the battle of Cedar Creek in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley. Crazy stuff. 4,000 re-enactors on an actual battleground fighting it out. We drove down to Cedar Creek while the girls treated themselves to a shop-a-thon. We arrived around nightfall. Seeing hundreds of tents and campfires in that beautiful valley, I felt like I had come unstuck in time (to quote Uncle Kurt Vonnegut). I really had no idea what I was getting into but my brother-in-law has been doing this for 20 years so knew exactly what to expect. We slept (barely) in 38 degree weather in an open-ended Civil War pup tent with two wool blankets each. I got about an hour of sleep fearing frostbite on my toes, but it certainly gets you into the experience. (And you and I thought some of those old Boy Scout winter campouts were rough!) The next morning it was drills. Each division has a captain who calls, literally, the shots. Ours was from the PA regiment. He totally looked Civil War, complete with overgrown moustache. He trained us during the day. I learned how to march, stack weapons, shoot a muzzle-loading musket, and skirmish. The captains train the troops to reenact the battles in a historically accurate manner. They may tell you, "we need to take some casualties," if that's what happened in the actual battle. The battle started at 3:00 that afternoon -- historically accurate. It was off the hook. I felt like I was living the first 15 minutes of “Saving Private Ryan.” You can't imagine the period rush you get when you see 2,000 Confederates coming at you over a hill with muskets blazing. The Confederates are evidently still pissed about losing the Civil War, as three minutes into the battle they went off the historic script and kept coming at us. Quite the thrill to have two ranks/lines of Confederate soldiers blasting their muskets at you from 50 feet away. The guns we re-enactors used are historic replications of Civil War muzzle-loaders. To fire, you tear off -- with your teeth if you're a mensch -- a gunpowder packet half the size of a cigarette and pour it directly... posted by Michael at November 22, 2008 | perma-link | (23) comments





Friday, November 21, 2008


Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I always thought it interesting that other people would fall into travel routines. For example, a couple my parents knew would regularly travel to Honolulu every year near Christmas time. Now it seems Nancy and I have the same disease (if that's what it is): her ski week at Lake Tahoe in January, Santa Barbara in early November and Las Vegas during Thanksgiving week. (The latter is because, when I was still working, I would only have to take three days of leave time while being away for seven days -- the balance being weekends and a two-day holiday.) We hop the plane to Vegas tomorrow. I'll pack my trusty MacBook and post as best I can. Otherwise, I'll keep my eyes open and have my camera at the ready for blog-worthy grist. I'll be visiting the new Palazzo hotel complex (part of the endangered Sands empire) and will check progress on the big glass 'n' steel project along The Strip between the Monte Carlo and the Bellagio. It was mostly steelwork a year ago. I read that there are financing problems, so I'll be interested in seeing where things stand now in terms of being completed. It's interesting in that "name" architects were hired and the depictions of the completed project suggest that the shebang will be the usual (yawn) Modernism -- and totally out of character so far as the rest of the 'hood is concerned. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 21, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments




Random Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * What a luscious bundle of contradictions, doubts, and friskiness Helen Mirren is. She's too much woman -- but in the best kind of way. * More from Ron Paul. * The best camcorders of 2008. * Lesbians are more than twice as likely as straight women to get fat. Given the shape that many of today's straight women are in, that's saying a lot. * Genes are even more complex than you thought they were. * The only known audio recording of Virginia Woolf. * Does fashion goddess Heidi Klum owe Hindus an apology? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 21, 2008 | perma-link | (16) comments





Thursday, November 20, 2008


Plain or Mixed?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In one of my more profound posts I observed that people eating corn on the cob tend to do their eating either typewriter style or lathe style. (Most commenters favored typewriter, by the way.) Now that holiday party season is nigh, I though I'd uncork another food consumption issue: Mixed nuts or plain? One school of thought is that mixed nuts provide people a choice; those who crave Brazil nuts, say, would not be slighted. I grant this. As host I might consider setting out a bowl of mixed. But a bowl of mixed nuts après-soirée quickly gets reduced to a collection of pecans, Brazil nuts, hazelnuts, walnut bits and whatever, once the good stuff has been picked out. Little old moi, I go for straight stuff, generally lightly salted peanuts or maybe cashews (which were a rare treat eons ago in my childhood). So I suppose if I were in charge of a party I'd set out a bowl of mixed plus one of my faves. And toss out the dregs of the mixed after the event. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 20, 2008 | perma-link | (11) comments





Sunday, November 16, 2008


Short Distance Contrasts
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We went to Yakima Friday for a visit with Nancy's kin and returned the following afternoon. Driving time from Seattle is around two and a half hours -- less, if you make no stops and push the speed limit envelope by ten percent. Less than an hour east of Seattle you are cresting Snoqualmie Summit at a little more than 3,000 feet above sea level and entering Eastern Washington. Douglas Fir trees begin to give way to pine as you descend from the pass. Then the pines become more scarce, tending to forsake lowlands for the wetter hilltops. By the time you've peeled off from Interstate 90 to I-82 and leave the agricultural Kittitas Valley, you are entering sagebrush country: a desert, essentially. And Yakima is still the better part of half an hour away. One of the things that comes with the territory if you live near the Pacific Coast is the contrast between a damp, forested coastal strip including bodies of water and, to the east, desert with mountains or high hills establishing the division. Down around San Diego, the verdant part is paper-thin, whereas up here in Seattle the wet, green part is more than 150 miles wide. Thanks to large, irrigated agricultural areas in central California and Washington's Columbia Basin, the desert is less visible to casual travelers. And of course trees can be found at higher elevations such as in the Sierras and Rockies as well as the hilly country around Spokane and the Idaho Panhandle. Elsewhere in the country, a two-hour drive will almost always yield comparatively moderate change. For example, you could begin at Port Chester on Long Island Sound and wind up someplace in the Catskills. You would have traded shore for mountains and hills, but the nature of the vegetation wouldn't be particularly different. There would be no transition from thick forests to desert. In pre-freeway days, the drive to see the contrasts would have taken longer. My rule-of-thumb is that intercity freeways cut driving time around 50 percent compared to the old two-lane highways with truck traffic days. Therefore the Seattle-Yakima run might have required five hours. I remember the pre-I-90 days when the route was called US 10. In the late 1940s the four-lane stretch petered out a few miles shy of North Bend and then it was two-lane road nearly all the way to whatever your Eastern Washington destination might have been. We would often take a lunch break in an old mining town 85 miles east of Seattle called Cle Elum. We usually lunched at an old cafe with wooden booths, a soda fountain counter and pressed metal ceiling. I'd have a hamburger or perhaps a grilled cheese sandwich. The restaurant had probably folded by the time the freeway opened, the freeway making Cle Elum less necessary as a resting point. As a matter of fact, I didn't bother stopping in Cle Elum for many years on the assumption that the... posted by Donald at November 16, 2008 | perma-link | (7) comments





Thursday, November 13, 2008


California, Visited
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm back from two weeks in California and part of my unpacking took the form of downloading snapshots from the trip. Most of them are the usual tripe and wasted pixels. But a few might have turned out okay. Here they are: Gallery This was taken from a really posh winery near the road from Napa to Sonoma. It shows you what the area looked like before all those posh wineries came on the scene starting in the 1970s or thereabouts. Yes, those are vineyards in the middle distance. This area has been the heart of California's wine industry for decades; it's the fancy wineries that are relatively new. Here is the facade of the Santa Barbara mission. The towers were heavily damaged in the 1925 earthquake. Rather than using stone structure or facing on the repaired towers, what you see is probably plaster over reinforced concrete or some other base. And the "stonework" on the upper parts of the towers? ... It's painted. This tomb is on the mission grounds. I photographed it for two reasons: First, it was larger and more attractive than any of the other burial facilities. Second, the family name is the same as that of Miguel Covarrubias, a popular artist from the 1930s and 40s whose work I remember fondly. This neighborhood is opposite the mission, a nearly 180 degree pivot from the facade photo above. The Santa Barbara area has lots of lovely houses. On our way north we visited the Carmel area, another favorite California haunt. This is a view of Monterey harbor with a whiff of morning fog to provide atmosphere. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 13, 2008 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Airflow and Friends
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Even though national economies contracted during the Great Depression of the 1930s, companies fighting for survival launched a flurry of innovations in an effort to lure customers. Perhaps the most visible case is that of the automobile industry which began the decade offering cars that were boxy assemblages of hoods, fenders, headlamps, spare tires and so forth. By 1940 most of the surviving firms were selling smooth, streamlined-looking cars. The idea of making car bodies aerodynamically efficient was nothing new; a few prototype aerodynamic cars had appeared as early as the Great War and others followed during the Twenties. But experimental cars and racing machines are not everyday transportation. The first serious attempts to produce aerodynamically refined sedans had to await the mid-Thirties. The most famous of the first round of aerodynamic cars was the Chrysler Airflow. Production delays, quality problems and sniping by rivals blunted sales, so the car and its DeSoto Airflow sibling were market failures in spite of their introduction of engineering innovations that became standard such as placing passenger seating between the axles. Perhaps the greatest problem with the Airflow was the styling. From the windshield to the tail, the car looked different from others, but not unacceptably so. The problem had to do with the front end. Contemporary cars -- particularly higher-priced ones that the Chrysler competed with -- had long hoods covering "straight-eight" or V-12 motors. Customers had been trained during the 20s to associate long hoods with power and prestige. Airflows had short hoods and soft, nondescript grilles that didn't suggest much of anything. Nevertheless, other manufacturers came out with cars that looked similar to the Airflow. They probably started development after the glow of the Airflow's introduction but before the sales catastrophe became apparent. The only commercially successful Airflow-like car was the French Peugeot 402 and the later, smaller version of it, the Peugeot 202. One possible reason why Peugeot succeeded while Chrysler failed was because the 402's grille-hood ensemble was more gracefully shaped and longer relative to the rest of the body. Placing the headlights behind the grille simplified the design, eliminating an awkward feature of the Airflow. Gallery Chevrolet - 1934 This Chevrolet sedan displays typical 1934 styling. Surfaces are more rounded than those from 1930 and the the grille and windshield are slightly raked, reflecting that streamlining was on the minds of stylists in those days. Being a low-priced car, its hood was relatively short for that era. Chrysler Airflow - 1934 Besides the rounded front, note the raked, V'd windshield and mildly sloping tail. Side panels and fenders were fairly conventional, though not elegantly shaped. Volvo PV 36 "Carioca" - 1936 Volvo's version of the Airflow was introduced in 1935 and sales were slow during its production run. The body is a little more rounded than the Airflow's, the grille less so. Toyota AA - 1936 This was Toyota's first passenger car. Only around 1,400 were built between 1936 and 1943. The... posted by Donald at November 12, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Tuesday, November 11, 2008


Stickin' Right
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Oh ye of little faith. Well, I'm assuming that some of you were probably skeptical when I mentioned that I'd post Righty bumper sticker-bedecked vehicles when found and in camera range. Lefty stickers were featured here and here. Behold!! Okay, it's not so great compared to the others but I [whine] really [whine] really [more whine] tried. This truck was spotted in a fast-food joint's parking lot near Paso Robles, California. I'll keep trying to find a seriously plastered Rightiemobile. Now that The Savior is on his way to the White House my odds might improve. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 11, 2008 | perma-link | (34) comments





Sunday, November 9, 2008


Fact for the Day
Michael Blowhward writes: Dear Blowhards -- Number of cellphones dropped in toilets every year in the U.S.: 7 million. Source: The History Channel's great documentary series Modern Marvels. Two of my favorite Modern Marvels episodes are "Bathroom Tech" and "Bathroom Tech 2." What an earthy way to do a little learning; what a fun prism through which to examine a little history. Small hunch: Kids would develop a lot more interest in history than many of them do if topics like bathroom habits and customs were included in the information they're given. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 9, 2008 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, November 5, 2008


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * So here we are in the Santa Barbara area, this blog's fave vacation spot. No double-secret staff meeting with Michael this year, however. I haven't posted for a few days because we got hit with the flu en route. That and maybe coping with yet another of those nasty ol' birthdays. * The election is over and now the Democrats have nothing to get bitter about. No more BusHitler. No more paranoia. Camelot has returned. And as for whatever goes wrong in the next few years, well .... * When I was young (and even middle-aged) I got high hopes if the presidential candidate I supported won the election. For example, I figured that Ike would really straighten out that Cold War / Communist expansion thing that had happened on Truman's watch. I still have hopes that things will change in the direction I prefer, but in democracies no initiative can prevail for long before generating a pushback. Obamafans beware! * I just did the math: Of the 16 elections where I was old enough to have a preference, the candidate I favored was victorious 11 times. So I suppose I shouldn't complain too much about yesterday's results. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 5, 2008 | perma-link | (17) comments





Saturday, November 1, 2008


Rudyard Kipling on Careers
Friedrich von Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards, Michael Blowhard emailed me recently explaining that he went to a party with a bunch of youngsters in the arts, and found the whole experience exhausting. Even talking to a friend of his, a talented kid in his twenties, was difficult because the kid really is fixated on having a bigtime career in his chosen profession. I thought about this for a while, and contemplated where I come out on the topic of ambition (artistic or otherwise.) After all, I’ve had some success in life, and I get up and work hard every day trying to be there financially and otherwise for my wife and kids. But having stared all this in face as the gambler-in-chief responsible for some 30 paychecks for the past twenty years, the concept of having a big-time career as a goal seems like a distant relic of childhood. It is no doubt very old fogeyish to quote Rudyard Kipling, but here goes: "If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same… Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools… Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!" I’ve been re-evaluating my relationship to the Victorians (at least parts of Kipling, Tennyson, etc.) It’s odd how much some of their thought hits home as I wend my way through my fifties. My guess is that I couldn’t appreciate them when I was 20 because I simply didn’t have the life experience to know what the Victorians were really getting at. As a kid, I couldn’t see past the distancing rhetorical or moralistic flourishes to the underlying truth. That is, I just didn’t know the reality of the frustrations, the fear, the fragility of all ‘accomplishment’, the deadly earnest struggle of trying to make sense of life in a teleological vacuum that I encounter every day as a man in my fifties. I certainly didn’t get the appeal of (maybe better expressed as the need for) common tried and true life strategies -- of which 'be a man, my son' is one -- because it hadn’t dawned on me that there just aren’t any other viable ones. Basically, in short, I suspect that literary fashion, at least at the university level, is deeply suspect because, ahem, the kids know nothing and their literature teachers know very little more of life as mature people are required to live it. Speaking of life in maturity, I’d like to report that I’ve lost 75 pounds and I can do 65 pushups. A very modest accomplishment, I know, but then I’m stooping and building myself up with wornout tools. Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at November 1, 2008 | perma-link | (14) comments





Friday, October 31, 2008


Traveling to Buy Stuff
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- So here I am in San Francisco, typing away from about three blocks distant from its Post Street / Union Square glitz-shopping epicenter. Want some usual suspects? Try Neiman-Marcus, Saks, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Ferragamo and Tiffany. And there's more. This morning I saw for the first time a store devoted exclusively to UGG boots and their other products. That's exceptional, actually. The UGG thing. Those other stores I named can be found in many major cities these days, so it's not that big a deal to stumble across them. But it wasn't always so. I can remember the times when if you wanted to shop at Brooks Brothers, there was no option other than going to New York City and roaming Madison Avenue in the 40s till you found the place. A few blocks south of Tripler's if I recall correctly. Even in the 1970s it could be a treat to visit New York, Chicago, San Francisco and a few other towns to shop famous stores. Maybe that's why my present visit to San Francisco is nothing special; I strolled the streets hoping for new and interesting places to check out and didn't find much of interest other than a store selling Barbour jackets from England along with nice sweaters and other togs. (Not that I actually buy much, mind you; window shopping and people watching are two of my top priorities when in flaneur mode.) No question (to me, al least) that it's nice to have the treasures of the world at one's fingertips. The price of this convenience is that one of the elements of enjoying travel is diminished. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 31, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, October 23, 2008


More on Constraints
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In a recent post about design constraints I contended that engineering and other technical fields had do deal with constraints continually, whereas word and idea based fields didn't very much. It was a long post and I didn't have room to deal with wordy or arty areas that do happen to be subject to constraints. For the most part, such constraints aren't as rigorous as those a battleship designer or civil engineer regularly confront, but they bear mentioning. So, in case you didn't link to Comments in the post I cited, I thought I'd drop in the following exchange. First up is ricpic, a longtime reader. An exercise for you, Donald. Try writing a two stanza poem, each stanza consisting of four lines, lines one and three and two and four rhyming, lines one and three eight beats, lines two and four six beats. The poem can be about any subject that genuinely interests you (in your case that might be politics or American history or Seattle or architecture or classic cars). Lastly, the poem has to make sense and the rhyming has to be unforced. Then come back and tell me that only those on the technical side of the equation deal with constraints. To which I replied: I wasn't categorical. And if every poem had to have the structure you propose or else had to be a haiku or a sonnet -- and nothing else was allowed -- then indeed poets would have to ply their trade severely constrained. But that's not the way it is: Poets can do whatever they please these days (they aren't forced to write sonnets), while technical workers will forever remain shackled in many respects. But here's an example of constraints in the arts: stage set designer. He's only got so much real estate to deal with. There are sightlines to consider. Ease of set changing. Stage features -- any turntables, trap doors, etc. The play or opera itself and its minimal staging requirements. There is a budget to consider. And deadlines. Not to mention the whims of the director who demands that Die Fledermaus be staged in a Nazi concentration camp setting. In a later comment, frequent-commenter Tatyana suggested that what I said about set designers was a fair description of what architects and interior designers have to deal with. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 23, 2008 | perma-link | (16) comments





Wednesday, October 22, 2008


Fact for the Day
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- In 1991, the average bra size in the U.S. was 34B. Today, it's 36C. My source for this fact is an episode of the History Channel's great "Modern Marvels" series that was devoted to underwear. A fun and informative episode in many ways, though its failure to so much as mention thongs and g-strings struck me as a serious oversight. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 22, 2008 | perma-link | (19) comments




On Design Constraints
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I never studied engineering in college. This was realistic on my part because I lacked the mathematical skills and the temperament a good engineer needs. On the other hand, I missed something really important -- something it took years for me to attain willy-nilly as I experienced life. Too bad I didn't get it rammed into my skull when I was 19 or 20. I'm alluding to the matter of constraints. Sure, one deals with constraints from the time he's hatched. But most constraints are minor or simply part of the environment, so they aren't given much thought. It's not all that often that people have to think through constraints in a formal sense. But that's what engineers and others who do almost any kind of technical work have to deal with a lot. People whose trade is ideas and words face far fewer and less critical constraints than, say, the designer of a battleship. So to make matters more concrete, let's consider some of the many constraining factors for battleship design. The last true battleship was commissioned in 1946 (HMS Vanguard), only 40 years after the completion of the first modern (all big-gun) battleship HMS Dreadnought. That's a pretty short run, but a well-documented one. My favorite source on battleship design is this book by Norman Friedman. A highly important constraint is cost. Battleships were hugely expensive items in an era where the world was less rich and government shares of economies were much less than they are now. Politicians who had the responsibility of proposing naval budgets or voting on them were torn between adequately defending the nation and other demands on the treasury. As a rule of thumb, the better battleship is the bigger battleship in a number of ways including survivability. (For instance, the largest battleships ever built, Japan's Yamato class, were extremely hard to destroy.) But another rule is that cost is almost always proportional to size; at some point, even the most bellicose politicians will draw the line at more spending. Another constraint is the number and characteristics of battleships in fleets of potential enemies (and even allies). It makes little sense to build ships that would be quickly destroyed in a fight; your battleships should be superior to or, minimally, competitive with those of your foes. After the Great War ended, a naval race between the U.S.A., Britain and Japan loomed. Its potential cost was so high that politicians instead used the device of a treaty that limited the number of ships (via total tonnage by type of ship), their size (in terms of displacement) and how large their main armament could be. Regardless whether the ship's displacement was limited by treaty or budget, the designers had to honor that limit and essentially allocate various features of the ship according to shares of the total displacement weight. Friedman suggests that a good rule of thumb is that around 60 percent of the displacement of a battleship can... posted by Donald at October 22, 2008 | perma-link | (8) comments





Monday, October 20, 2008


New England Pictured
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- On my trip to the Northeast and Canada the resolution setting on my camera was mostly on low density because I hoped to use my photos as blog grist. I've already subjected you to several picture-centric postings featuring Canada and the Rochester, NY area. My hard drive still has a trove of unpublished views of Boston and bits of New England, which means ... Gallery Many of our readers are interested in urbanism, and so am I. My previous visit to Boston was in 2004 when the cleanup work was still underway atop the Big Dig project which transformed (at huge expense) a freeway on stilts to one in the nether regions. Here's what I saw in September. Far better than in the Chinese Wall days, but I think some buildings would be a nice addition (through probably impractical to build). Boston has lots of statues of famous people, mostly on pedestals in parks and squares. But not always. In the Quincy Market area one can find Red Auerbach -- not on the pedestal he deserves, but benched. Those shoes to the right are Larry Bird's, if memory serves (please correct me if I'm wrong.) Other non-pedestaled statuary includes this mother duck and her ducklings in the Public Garden. As almost any parent knows, they represent the main characters in Robert McCloskey's famous children's book Make Way for Ducklings. Copies of the book can be found in many souvenir shops, almost rivaling Red Sox caps. Since we're in the Public Garden, I'll toss in this arty shot of the lake. Toward the top you can see a pedestrian bridge and a swan boat or two, if you squint. Here's a fun bit of signage on Hanover Street in the North End. I forget where I took this one, but it might have been in the Harvard Medical School neighborhood. Regardless, it struck me as being quite an architectural mélange. The cornice itself seems unusual because I don't see them on newer buildings much. (Maybe that's because new buildings out West where I hang out need to conform to earthquake safety regulations that aren't cornice-friendly.) The etching on the underside of the cornice seems derived from Art Nouveau. The windows ... well, I'm not sure if they're derivative of anything important; feel free to set me straight. The main part of the building seems to be clad in Roman brick or something similar -- another oddity, at least for tall structures. Enough Boston. Out we go into 'burbs, Sub and Ex, approximately following Paul Revere's route of April 18-19 1775. Sign says it's a Green. The town is Lexington. Hmm. Lexington Green. Don't we have a Chicago Boyz based commenter with that moniker? So now I can say I've seen Lexington Green ... the blogging world can be so small, sometimes. That's the (reconstructed) Concord Bridge. On the far side came the Redcoats seeking Colonist cannons. Local militia stood on the near side and sent... posted by Donald at October 20, 2008 | perma-link | (7) comments





Saturday, October 18, 2008


Linkage by Charlton
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A selection of recent webfinds by champion websurfer Charlton Griffin: * How stars are born. * A followup to Donald's recent "ugly car" posting: The seven ugliest cars. * Here's an ode to a genuine 20th century icon, the Citroen Deux Chevaux. * Learn about the exoplanets. * Baby star. * More mischief from Penn and Teller. * When empires go bad. * More scorchingness from Pat Condell. * Debussy in an unexpected venue. * Witness the 172 foot dive. * Spooky physics. * Happy dog. * Time to reconnect with the basics? * Demographics gone wild. * I don't think I want to know quite that much about what's going on inside my body. * Obama has a jobs plan. * New perspectives on well-known films. * Another reason to be careful in your public behavior: Google Street View may be watching. * Has celluloid cinema film finally met its match? * In the Philosophers World Cup, it's Germany vs. Greece. * Amazing panoramic (or something) photos of a yummy-looking and incredibly well-stocked restaurant in Peru. Be sure to zoom in on the buffet table. * Health care goes global. * Put this on in the background and you'll be calmer within minutes. * Submit to the doodle master. * Meet the one-armed guitar virtuoso. Check out Charlton's audiobook offerings at Audible. Charlton is one of the very best producers and readers of audiobooks. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 18, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Friday, October 17, 2008


A Truly Ugly Car
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Designing safety into automobiles wasn't solely the result of federal government mandates influenced by Ralph Nader's crusade against the Chevrolet Corvair in the 1960s. One example was the Tucker of 1948. I don't remember what all the supposed safety features were, but it did have a little padding on the panel below the windshield and a large-ish open space directly below it on the front passenger side where, it was said, the passenger could hurl himself prior to an impact. For the 1956 model year, Ford Motor Company offered a safety package that included lap seat-belts, padded dashboard and a steering wheel with a recessed hub that would be less likely to impale the drive during a frontal collision. In 1957 my jaw dropped when I opened my copy of Motor Trend and saw photos of a safety car designed by Fr. Alfred Juliano. It was strange, looking like parts of it were going in different directions. For a fairly detailed write-up, click here. Fr. Alfred Juliano's Aurora safety car - 1957 To me, the oddest feature was the windshield which bulges outward sort of like a sausage balloon. The above photo doesn't show it as clearly as a side view might, but if you look carefully you ought to be able to get a sense of its shape. The probable reason for the strange windshield had to do with frontal collisions. If the people in the front seat have lap belts (lap/shoulder belts such as we are familiar with are not apparent in the photo), their entire bodies won't be flung forward by inertia. Instead, the trunk, arms and head will pivot forward from the hip and the head might well strike a conventional windshield. A drastically convex windshield, on the other hand, is too far to be hit; the driver's chest will be halted by the steering wheel and the passengers head might strike the padded dash. Well, that's the theory as I surmise it. The linked article draws a similar conclusion using different reasoning. The car never entered production, yet somehow avoided the scrap heap and is now in a museum in England. I won't categorically claim it's the ugliest car ever built, but it's surely a contender. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 17, 2008 | perma-link | (5) comments





Saturday, October 11, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * What's your karma? * The secessionism issue is showing some legs: Matthew Cropp and John Schwenkler. * Where do you have to go to get some quiet these days? * One day he just started drawing on the walls ... * The complete guide to bikini waxing yields my favorite new term of the day: "Wahroongan waxing," described "as an Australian technique, whereby the hair is removed in a way to reveal a dollar sign. 'Give some bling to your thing'." * Speaking of Australian ... Model Elle Macpherson became famous for her beach-chick physique and her everyday-girl demeanor. But time has passed, and it sounds like she's friendly no longer. What happens to some people? Hmm, I wonder if Elle wears a Wahroongan ... * Stephen Rose collects a lot of provocative videos about buildings and cities. * Traditionalist philosopher Roger Scruton considers the art of modernist giant Mark Rothko. * Mandatory public education: A well-intentioned dream that has since gone awry? Or an attempt to dumb-down and regiment the masses right from the outset? * An NSFW labor of love. Small MBlowhard hunch here: Much of the culturestuff that many men really love is NSFW. * Ed Gorman flips for Chabrol's "Story of Women" and Jean Harlow in "Libeled Lady." * Why marriage remains popular. What would the Roissy crowd -- many of whom seem convinced that they'll never be able to get married -- make of this article? * MBlowhard Rewind: I confessed that I read philosophy at least as much for the sake of literary pleasure as for the ideas. Best, Michael UPDATE: Can you be both a punk rocker and a paleoconservative?... posted by Michael at October 11, 2008 | perma-link | (10) comments





Sunday, October 5, 2008


They Say "Racist!!" Your Reply Is ...
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Many colleges and universities have had speech codes for years. Perhaps they were well-intended remedies to a perceived problem (though I'm not sure that there ever was much of a problem). But the result clearly is a restriction on free speech. If current polling holds, we are likely to be living in the paradise of an Obama Administration starting next January. From what I read, friends of the Obama campaign seem thin-skinned to criticism. Often enough, their reaction to such criticism is to suggest that it was racially motivated no matter its content. One of many takes on this is from Rich Lowry. Let's set aside the clearly chilling prospect of government-supported speech tribunals and deal with everyday political speech under an Administration likely to be populated by some people willing to shut others up by accusing them of racism. Such influence might well rub off on sympathizers. Consider this imaginary conversation (many others are possible, so don't fixate on the political issue I use): JOE: "I think President Obama was wrong to send massive military aid to the Palestinians." MIKE: "Y'know Joe, I think what you just said is racist. Both the President and the Palestinians are 'of color' and should be off-limits to that kind of smear." At this point, Joe might simply change the subject or do something equally submissive. Or he could choose to fight back. For example, he might push back hard, saying: "That wasn't racism: I was talking policy! Just what do you expect me to do in return? Fall on the floor quivering and then crawl over and kiss the toe of your shoe?" So what do you think Joe's reply should be? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 5, 2008 | perma-link | (135) comments





Monday, September 29, 2008


Hits and Misses: New York Forecasts
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In a recent post I mentioned that in my dark past, I created population forecasts of counties in New York state. This admission might have been a mistake, because Benjamin Hemric and Michael B quickly appeared in Comments asking for more information. Since my back is now against the wall, here goes: In the mid-1960s Nelson Rockefeller was governor, a man who believed in big, bold government projects -- a trait not unheard of in other occupants of the governor's mansion in Albany. Among his other accomplishments were the transformation of a collection of teachers colleges and other schools into the State University of New York (SUNY) system and the building of the Albany Mall (which I wrote about here). Another initiative was the establishment of an agency named the Office of Planning Coordination (OPC). Perhaps not having read (or having forgotten about) Friedrich Hayek, Rockefeller and his advisers thought that planning was a Good, Rational Activity -- which it is in an ideal world. Elsewhere, such an agency would be yet another collection of over-educated bureaucrats who would pass their time awaiting retirement by writing studies whose destiny would be the oblivion of a state archives file drawer. Unfortunately, OPC was saddled with a slight problem: it was intended to hold actual power. In fact, the concept was that OPC would be co-equal with the budget agency, something almost unheard of. Poor Rockefeller: he didn't realize that no one was co-equal with Budget. So, on its creation, OPC faced a mortal enemy. Other enemies quickly emerged amongst other agencies that resented being dictated to as well as county and local governments long leery of the actions of higher-level governments. This soon translated into lack of support by legislators. Nevertheless, all went seemingly well. I was hired during the summer of 1970 to create regional and county population projections, a task formerly performed by the Cornell Aeronautical Laboratory in Buffalo. All was jolly, state government cruising along, taxpayer money being spent and spent and spent. Until after the November election where Rockefeller had earned his fourth term. Then he jammed on the spending brakes. Cuts had to be made. Employees would have to be let go. This was something new to New York State employees. In the end, two agencies were targeted, one being OPC. OPC didn't disappear, but it lost about half of its staff (if I remember right); actually many dismissed people popped up in other agencies, so I question how much economizing actually happened. Even though I hadn't completed my six-month trial period, I was retained (to the displeasure of others who thought their jobs were secure). That was because the Office of Planning Services (OPS), the renamed, shrunken agency felt population forecasts were a key product. The first set of OPS forecasts appeared in 1972, about a year after necessary benchmark data from the 1970 census were released. At the time, New York was more of a major state than... posted by Donald at September 29, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, September 25, 2008


Western New York Visited
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- As long-time readers might recall, I spent more than four years living in Albany, New York while working as a demographer at the then New York State planning agency. My task was to create county population forecasts. So, in addition to my usual weekend wanderings near the Hudson River and other destinations of choice, my job required occasional visits to all the major metropolitan areas to meet with planners and other data consumers. Aside from the eastern part of Long Island, I've been to most parts of the state. But I moved from New York in December, 1974 and seldom get the chance to visit it. When I do, it's usually the eastern part of Upstate. That means I've essentially lost touch with many places I had known and had a professional interest in. Happy me, I just returned from a trip from Boston through parts of Canada that ended with a drive from Niagara Falls to Buffalo, along U.S. 20 to Canandaigua and concluding in the Rochester area where a cousin of mine lives. The weather was fine (room-temperature and sunny) and the leaves were beginning to turn color here and there. I wrote about Buffalo here and was especially interested in seeing how it was coping with its long-term decline from being a prosperous, major city. We hopped off a freeway and drove into downtown from the Albright-Knox Art Gallery (which was closed that day). After a quick turn through the center we got on Broadway and headed east, seeing what there was to see along that axis all the way to Canandaigua. Coming into town we spied several old, abandoned factories. Along Broadway out to around the city limits there were boarded up businesses, vacant lots that might well have had house at one time, and a strong sense of economic loss. Nancy mentioned that she had seen not one supermarket on that stretch (though surely there must have been a few lurking nearby). Downtown was in better shape; a few new office buildings were in evidence, though they weren't large ones. The most impressive structures were old ones on Niagara Square -- a grand hotel (formerly the Statler, now in seeming limbo status) and a fabulous high-rise city hall . completed in 1931 (the link has photos, including one showing the decorated dome top). By the time we were in eastern Erie County, what we could see from the road looked normally prosperous -- based on what I recall from Upstate in the early 1970s. On the other hand, I wasn't struck seeing many new structures other than the odd fast food joint or supermarket. So the impression I got was that rural areas were holding their own. (A word about impressions. They easily can be wrong. For instance, back in the 70s Utica was known to be on the skids, yet it looked okay in general and there were a few new (but small) commercial areas. One really needs... posted by Donald at September 25, 2008 | perma-link | (12) comments





Monday, September 22, 2008


Most
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The ten most bungled robberies. * The twelve most embarrassing photos on the web. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 22, 2008 | perma-link | (0) comments





Saturday, September 20, 2008


Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I am alive and well and traveling in Canada. But expen$ive internet service prevented me from posting this week. In the meanwhile, I've been snapping pix and absorbing the scene. Will return to regular posting the 25th, They are having an election up here as well (voting in mid-October), so the news is politics, politics, politics just as it is "below the line." The big difference is more major political parties leavened by regional differences. Sporty, but I don't think it's an improvement over a two-party setup. More anon. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 20, 2008 | perma-link | (1) comments





Sunday, September 14, 2008


Aging North America
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Bloggers don't have an infinite store of information and thoughts to use for post grist. Much of what we write comes in the form of pointing out or reacting to stimuli from the world around us. All of which is to say that, since I'm in Canada this week, that's my main stimulus and I run a real risk of opening up another can of Canadian comments. But no "eh?" jokes here. No siree. That's because we're in Québec and I can't pick through all that French well enough to determine if an "eh" sound is an "eh" or actually an "é". Anyway. By chance, last year we were in southeastern Virginia where they were celebrating the 400th anniversary of the Jamestown settlement. Here, they're celebrating the 400th anniversary of the settlement of Québec. Sometimes we forget how old Eurpean settlement in North America is. Well, we West Coasters can. French Canada lasted 150 years before the British took over. It was about 155 years for Massachusetts from Plymouth Rock to Bunker Hill. Tidewater Virginia was just over 170 years to the Declaration of Independence. That's about six generation, folks. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 14, 2008 | perma-link | (25) comments





Saturday, September 13, 2008


Living Through Gustav
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Matt Mullenix writes a vivid account of making it through Hurricane Gustav. Great passage: Our neighborhood ... seemed pulsed in a blender. Minced foliage made a seamless green drift that blurred the borders between homes and the line between lawn and street. Bonus: Steve Bodio links to a video of a sure-footed but creepy new robot. I wonder what robots would make of a hurricane ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 13, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, September 10, 2008


Out Where the Midwest Begins
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We're on a swing from Boston to Québec, Montréal, Toronto, Buffalo and Rochester. The prospect of seeing Toronto, Buffalo and Rochester again dredges up a thought I used mull over back when I lived in the East: Where does the Midwest begin? Or to put it another way: Where does the East leave off? State boundaries being what they are, New York State is considered eastern. But to me, Buffalo and Rochester always struck me as Midwestern. On the other hand, Pittsburgh -- almost due south and a tad west of Buffalo -- strikes me as more Eastern. Toronto seems Midwestern to me, as does Ottawa. And in the Canadian context, they aren't Eastern. That has to do with the pre-Confederation areas of Upper Canada and Lower Canada -- roughly equivalent to Ontario and Québec, respectively. From the perspective of the core of eastern, original Canada, Upper Canada was "out west." What Ottawa and Toronto share with Buffalo and Rochester -- but not Pittsburgh -- is comparatively flat terrain. That is, the terrain can have hills, but mountains of even the smallest sort are absent. Many parts of the north-of-the-Mason-Dixon line East are hilly and cramped, making the region topographically different from the vast flat areas along the Great Lakes. There is another difference: the Midwest was settled later. A lot later. Boston, New York City, Albany, Philadelphia, Québec and Montréal were settled during the 1600s and were well-established cities by the late 18th century. For practical purposes, Midwestern cities (including Buffalo and Rochester) didn't get going until the 1800s. That, and the flatness and room to easily expand, seem to make a difference that I can sense. But maybe I'm wrong. After all, I spent the best part of ten years in the New York City, Albany, Philadelphia and Baltimore areas. That might have distorted my perception. I'm curous: Would someone from, say, Chicago, Indianapolis or Columbus consider Buffalo and Rochester Midwestern or Eastern? And what about Pittsburgh? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 10, 2008 | perma-link | (53) comments





Tuesday, September 9, 2008


Boston, Heah We Ah!
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We staggered into Boston on the red-eye. So, what's up? According to the Boston Toast: And this is good old Boston, The home of the bean and the cod, Where the Lowells talk only to Cabots, And the Cabots talk only to God. So far, I haven't seen a bean. Nor a cod, Lowell or Cabot. As for God, I'm not sure if the Democrat candidate will bother to campaign much in safe Massachusetts. But I'll keep my eyes peeled while I'm here. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 9, 2008 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, September 8, 2008


What's Your 'White People' Score?
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Take Razib's Stuff White People Like test. I managed a mere 27 out of 107. I was expecting far whiter things of myself. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 8, 2008 | perma-link | (33) comments





Sunday, September 7, 2008


1958 Corvette Stylist Tells All
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Robert Cumberford has been in the car styling game for more than half a century. He started out working for General Motors and then moved on to freelance design, design-school instruction and styling criticism/commentary for magazines. The October issue of Automobile magazine carries his latest "By Design" column. Usually the column deals with a new show car or production model. Cumberford writes several paragraphs of general evaluation and then does short comments on styling features he considers noteworthy for their high quality, mediocrity or failings. I find this the best part of each issue, styling buff and one-time wannabe that I am. What was unusual about the current column is that he comments on a car from 50 years ago. A car he had a hand in styling: the 1958 Corvette. Gallery Corvette - 1955 This is an example of Corvette styling in the earliest years of the marque. Proportions were derived from the Jaguar XK120. The initial motor was a souped up "stovebolt six," but by 1955, Chevrolet's classic V-8 had replaced it. Corvette - 1957 The 1956-57s are my all-time favorite Vettes, style-wise. It's a face-lift of the earlier design. Front and rear fenders were reshaped and a side indentation added to provide more visual interest. Corvette - 1958 So, naturally, I hated the 1958 face-lift. Before the 1958 model year, sealed-beam headlamps combined low and high beams. For 1958, high and low beams each had their own lamp; this change happened only after all state headlamp laws were changed to permit this arrangement. The result, in my opinion, was a backward styling step. Four headlights never looked right to me because the front end of a car is its face, and just about every creature aside from insects has only two eyes; four eyes are unnatural. Today's integrated lamp assemblages allow face-like looks again. In his general commentary, Cumberford reveals that The Corvette was very much [longtime styling director] Harley Earl's car. His deputy, Bill Mitchell, was not allowed to touch it. I was the only stylist doing sketches, closely monitored by Earl. With notions of aerodynamics in mind, I wanted to simply fair the two lamps into a wider front fender.... Earl wanted a visor, as on the sedan that the world knows as the 1958 Chevy, and actually made a shaky sketch, the only one of his I've ever seen. You never argued with Earl, but he sometimes could be deflected: "What if I put a chrome strip between them, Mr. Earl? Maybe a badge there, too?" ... I dutifully drew all those features [that Earl wanted] but thought that the car was too baroque and too fussy for a sports car. I never dreamed that the complicated front end would last five years, with only the teeth disappearing after Earl retired. I didn't like the car as much as I did the '56, to which I contributed nothing, but last year at the Art Center Car Classic, "my"... posted by Donald at September 7, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments





Saturday, September 6, 2008


Game Time
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I live about three miles from the University of Washington football stadium. This seriously affects my life the five times a year when the Huskies are playing at home, especially when I need to get to the University Village shopping center that borders the athletic corner of the UW campus. Traffic gets nasty and parking difficult to the extent that fans ignore the "No Event Parking" signs by the Village's lots. During the football season other signs are posted warning of heavy traffic during certain hours on Saturdays. This week, we were warned that driving might not be fun between the hours of 10 a.m. and 4 p.m. Hmm. That implies an early game. Sure enough, today's newspaper noted that game time today would be noon. And the Husky-Notre Dame game we'll be attending 25 October is scheduled to start at 5 p.m. Noon? Five in the afternoon? Ominous signs that the World is Going to Hell. In my frat boy days, games started at 2 p.m. daylight savings time and then 1 p.m. when standard time returned. Mid-November, when the eight-game season ended, dusk would be approaching when the fourth quarter clock ran out. Thirty-some years later a regional sports television network installed floodlights at the stadium at its own expense -- that's how I remember my son's explanation of how they came to be. The result of having good field lighting is that the Huskies can play games whenever a TV network thinks it will fit its schedule, and the university, earning bonus shekels, happily goes along with the deal. So much for the student-athlete ideal of my mis-spent youth. Yes, I'm a self-confessed capitalist tool. But I'm also a conservative and therefore something of a traditionalist (provided the tradition isn't nonsensical or counter-productive). So I don't like my original alma mater turning into a two-bit street tramp. Oh well, I have enough other gripes about the place that I don't donate to them anyway. (BRIGHT NOTE: I noticed a gal on her way to the game wearing a tee shirt with the slogan "My quarterback is hotter than your quarterback" -- so maybe all isn't lost after all.) Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 6, 2008 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, September 1, 2008


More Self-Promotion
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Another enthusiastic and insightful review for the webseries that The Wife and I helped create has just appeared. No link, as I'm still being a little coy about my real identity, but here's a brief excerpt from it: The humour is bold throughout. The blend of sci-fi and sex comedy come together in a way that seems designed for the exciting new medium of the web serial ... And the homage to stylistic genres of art movies is cleverly compiled and adds another level of enjoyment to the whole experience. [Webseries title here] is already becoming cult viewing that needs to be seen. Campy, sexy, a little intense, funny, and seething with kooky ideas -- that's our webseries! Let me know if you'd like a link to the series' website, where three of our six episodes are now viewable. And -- ahem -- if you're someone who's interested in getting involved as a producer / financier in the low-budget movie world, don't be shy about saying hello. Me and my posse have some dy-no-mite ideas that we're raring to put into production. My email address is michaelblowhard at that gmaily place. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 1, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments





Sunday, August 31, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Peter Briffa isn't as cheered by a book celebrating capitalism as he'd expected to be. * Does any blogger write more evocative life-snapshots than MD? Examples here, here, and basically all over her blog. * Self-described "genre slut" Polly Frost writes in praise of short fiction here and here. Great passage: While it may not a good time in conventional book-publishing for short fiction ... "Maybe we creators of it need to be more entrepreneurial. Maybe we need to take more advantage of the online world, of Amazon's Kindle, of self-publishing, of audio, of doing live readings." * MBlowhard Rewind: I wondered about the relationship between negativity and criticism in the arts. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 31, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Wednesday, August 27, 2008


Cross-cultural Tidbit
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yesterday while out for coffee I sat near a women reading a Peter Rabbit story to her daughter. The lady was wearing a tee-shirt with various writings on it including the URL for KosherKungFu dot-com, the School of the Macabees website. Seattle is such an interesting place to live. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 27, 2008 | perma-link | (1) comments





Saturday, August 23, 2008


Seeing Yellowstone Park ... Before it Explodes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Your Faithful Scribe is drafting this posting at the edge of Yellowstone National Park and will add photos when I get back to Seattle. And I plan to be quick about it because this place might be atomized and blowing east at 30,000 feet any old time between now and half a million years in the future. You see, much of the park is a gigantic volcanic caldera where several immense eruptions occurred within the last two million years or so. There's a "hot spot" under the Earth's surface that a continental tectonic plate has been sliding over for tens of millions of years, a dead part of it being Idaho's Craters of the Moon area. It's similar to the situation in the Hawaiian Islands except that the Wyoming rhyolite rock helps create explosive rather than lava-flow type eruptions. For more information, click here. I'm here because Nancy's treating her grand-daughters and son & wife to a trip to someplace they've never visited. I'm along to do the driving. Snapshots are below. Gallery There are various ways to get to Yellowstone, but we had to fly because we had four days of high school reunion activities immediately prior to the time we were scheduled to be there, so there was not enough time to drive. This photo shows a Horizon airliner (of the type we flew) pulling up to the Bozeman, Montana terminal. Nice little airport, nice terminal, nice weather. As for ground transportation, we had four adults, two children and a bunch of luggage to contend with, so a Chevy Suburban filled the bill. The Suburban was redesigned last year, which means it's the latest and greatest. Actually, it really was a good vehicle for our purposes. There was enough storage space and elbow room, and the big slug handled well as we wandered through the park. If you wish to tour the park in style -- 1938 style -- there are a few touring buses like this one back on the roads. There were several generations of such vehicles roaming Yellowstone, Glacier and perhaps a few other national parks circa 1915-50, the one pictured being of the last generation from the mid-30s. They were built on a modified White truck chassis and have a canvas top that can be rolled back, allowing passengers to enjoy the sun and lofty sights. The modernized buses have modern steering wheels, instrument panels and other features. I love seeing 'em, but didn't take a tour in one, alas. Backing off a few yards to show the bus in front of the classic 1904 Old Faithful Inn. View of same bus taken from the deck over the porte-cochère of the Inn. That white smudge in the background is Old Faithful venting steam during an interval between shows. Once you hit the road there are occasional impediments, so don't expect to breeze from site to site. When I first visited the park in 1953, the problem was bears... posted by Donald at August 23, 2008 | perma-link | (8) comments





Friday, August 22, 2008


Work / Life
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Speaking of retirement, attitudes towards work, etc ... Here's a nice passage from an email sent to me by occasional visitor Karlub: For the last two years I have a work-life which is ideal: About four hours a day from the house. It only works out because of lifestyle adjustments, the biggest being only having one car between me and the wife, and shelving any desires for grander housing. Still have enough dough, though, to eat well and hit concerts and plays every once in a while. Point is, I've done the 60 hour a week pace with more money. This is way better, and I would be happy to do it this way until I croak. Of course, that assumes my clients will let me. That's all to say I agree with your outlook. I am flummoxed by people for whom work is the key to their psychology. I'm a work to live guy. Not a live to work guy. It is inconceivable to me, in fact, that anyone would voluntarily have any other outlook. How about you? Are you a live-to-work person or a work-to-live one? Thanks to Karlub. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 22, 2008 | perma-link | (10) comments




The Retirement Process
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- As has often been noted on this blog, it's tough times in the old-media biz. One after another, companies whipsawed by the digital revolution are reorganizing processes and shedding staff. Announcements about layoffs and other spasms appear in the press almost weekly. One recent victim of these developments has been yours truly. Or should I say "beneficiary" instead of "victim"? In brief: The company where I worked for decades recently ran a buyout program, offering a package of enticements to the aged and the deadwood (that'd be me) in an attempt to get them to leave voluntarily. Translation into English: My employer let its long-term employees know that they'd throw a bunch of money at us to go, and that such an offer wasn't likely to come around again for a long time. Not only was the writing on the wall, the wall was closing in. After treating myself to a good long think about the offer -- of the duration of, say, a few deep breaths -- I headed upstairs and handed in my acceptance. For a couple of months now, in fact, I've been a free man. Don't feel too envious of me. The dough thrown at me to go wasn't gigantic. It wasn't even big. And the benefits package given to me is certainly nothing I'm gonna sneeze at, but it doesn't really come to a lot. True, barring a worldwide calamity, The Wife and I will never have to work again -- and we're only in our mid-50s. But in order to maintain our freedom we'll be living like college kids. OK, now that you mention it, it is a little like winning a small Lotto jackpot, or maybe winding up with that small trust fund we all dream of inheriting. OK, now that you mention it, you can envy me a little bit. OK, now that you mention it: I wake up every morning, think to myself, "I don't have to go to the office today," and smile in deep self-satisfaction. I found the process of retiring quite interesting. From the first rumors of the buyout to now, it has been more than six months. It has been such a distinctive and weird stretch of time in fact that The Wife and I have decided that someone somewhere should make a movie about such a process. Easy, good, out-there-for-the-taking title: "The Buyout." It's an idea rich with opportunities for ensemble acting, for sociological and psychological observation, and for satire, let me tell you. And it'd certainly be timely. Robert Altman, where are you now that we need you? A few observations about the retirement process: Have you heard of the expression "short-timer"? A "short-timer" is someone who's still at work even though he has already made other arrangements. I believe the term originated in the military. Gustav Hasford used the expression as the title of his 'Nam novel "The Short Timers," which became the basis for Kubrick's "Full Metal... posted by Michael at August 22, 2008 | perma-link | (26) comments





Thursday, August 21, 2008


Apatoff Performing Arts Link
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I suppose I ought to write about Performance Art. But, Hey!, I don't have to. That's because occasional commenter David Apatoff (who has a very nice blog dealing with illustration) has done so already. Here is the link to the relevant post from early this year. Preview: an "artist" who artfully decided to totally opt out of art for a year, presumably out of disappointment or spite over a performance project that failed to gel. And there are other examples of what's been happening in that line of "art." Enjoy. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 21, 2008 | perma-link | (1) comments





Monday, August 18, 2008


Reunion, One Step Removed
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Once again, it's 50th high school reunion time. Not mine: that was last year. This time it's Nancy's, but I went to some of the events, including a Friday casual and the Saturday main show. Believe it or not, there are some high school sweethearts from the same class who got married and stayed alive and married; they go to one 50th together, and that's it. Much more often a class member is married to someone who didn't attend the same high school. So the spouse has the choice of not showing up and letting the side down or attending and being pretty bored. Well, I suspect a man is more likely to be bored than a woman; women, tending to be more social, are likely to start talking and making new friends on the spot. I happen to be in yet another category. Nancy and I attended the same high school, classes of 1958 and 1957, respectively. She knew a lot of my classmates and had a great time at my reunion events last year. I know some of her classmates, so I was at least able to visit with a few people. My rule of thumb is that high school kids are more aware of people in classes before theirs than in the classes behind them. That's because older students hold leadership positions or otherwise are in the spotlight while younger students are still learning the ropes and looking for role models. Whereas I remember some of the '58 guys by name, I found it hard to find common experiences to yak about. I suspect that's because we weren't in many classes together, unlike the case with my own classmates. The gals are a different matter. I was a pretty shy guy in high school and didn't date heavily until I entered college. But I did pay strict attention to the cute younger ones, including Nancy. My main gripe about her reunion is that many of the women I would have loved to have seen again didn't make it to the events. Some had died, others live too far away, and still others apparently had no interest in attending. In some ways, perhaps it's just as well that those cutie-pies didn't show up. Fifty years take a toll on everyone, and the very prettiest girls often seem to be the ones hardest hit. My theory is that's because the contrast is so stark. Less-attractive girls and most guys (who were never "pretty" in the first place) get the same sorts of wrinkles, saggy skin and rattier hair, but the changes seem more appropriate somehow. On the (inevitable) other hand, I noticed a few women who struck me as being more attractive than they were in high school. One seemed to have lost her facial "baby fat" revealing some nice bone structuring. Her smooth skin suggested a little surgical touching-up; but I can't prove that, and like to think what I admired was... posted by Donald at August 18, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Tuesday, August 12, 2008


Maintainting Kinship
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm writing this from the Oregon Coast; regular blogging resumes on the 14th. Some cousins from my mother's side of the family decided it was time for a get-together, so some of us are doing just that. My mother had two brothers and the three of them produced a total of six children within a span of three years (the younger brother sired two more later on). Two of those six cousins lived in Seattle, so my sister and I saw them maybe half a dozen times a year. The bunch living near Portland, OR were harder to connect with, so we saw them once every two years or so (there wasn't an Interstate system in those days, and the drive took five hours). Upon reaching adulthood, most scattered. Me to the Army and then Philadelphia, etc., My sister to Sweden and Alaska for a while, the cousins to San Diego, Alaska, and elsewhere. Most of us are back in Washington state, but the only times I saw the out-of-towners in the last 30 years were at weddings and funerals. Anyway, the reunion is going well for the six of us and spouses who managed to make the trip. There is talk of doing it again. Funny how families can drift apart. Life itself -- jobs, children, whatever else -- can narrow kinship horizons. And geography can do the rest. I hereby publicly admit that I know nothing of the whereabouts of children of first-cousins on both sides of my family. Moreover, it would take serious digging to track down those on my father's side. This is conflicting. It's probably a good thing to keep track of family, but I don't do a very good job of it. And those cousins I lost track of, well, as far as I know, they've made no effort to locate me. C'est la vie. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 12, 2008 | perma-link | (12) comments





Friday, August 8, 2008


Whither Jaguar Styling
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A year and a half ago I wrote about Jaguar's "Concept XF" show car that was said to be a preview of a new line of sedans whose styling was to be forward-looking and not rooted in past Jaguar designs. The sedan -- officially named the XF -- is in production and I noticed one on a local street a couple of months ago. No, that's not quite right. I almost didn't notice that the car was the new Jag because at first glance (I viewed it from the side), I thought it was a new Lexus! Now some observers might think looking somewhat Lexus-like would be a nice thing for a lesser car brand; what could be wrong with getting a little enhancement by association? A sprinkling of Lexus pixie-dust might be perfect for a brand such as Kia, but does nothing for Jaguar. The whole point of the XF is to create a new visual image that will define Jaguar for, at a minimum, the next few product cycles. Let's pause to compare the XF with the Lexus LS 460. No, the cars are not identical. But they aren't grossly different either. Gallery 1: Jaguar XF and Lexus LS 460 XF LS 460 XF LS 460 XF LS 460 Generally speaking, the Jaguar has a racier, more-curved roof profile and those large engine compartment exhaust gills back of the front wheel wells. The grilles differ as well as the shapes of details such as headlamp and tail light clusters. But major features such as the side panels, passenger compartment glass and door shapes are pretty similar. XF view showing grille The only styling features besides the name on the trunk chrome strip that tell me the XF is a Jaguar are the jaguar head on the medallion attached to the grille (see photo above) and maybe the fairings behind the headlights. So what else is usable as a styling theme that can be carried over to future Jaguars, identifying the brand to casual viewers? Hmm. That's a toughie. Perhaps those cooling gills -- though other makes such as Land Rover already use them, so that's not an exclusive feature. Okay, then it'll have to be the headlight cluster arrangement. It certainly can't be the overall shape of the car, because that's already 2008-vintage generic. The grille hole's shape might be a faint possibility if used in combination with the lights cluster. Other current Jaguar models have different grille shapes, so some facelifting would be in order if the theme I just proposed is used to bring the entire product line in synch with what Jaguar stylists and product planners have in mind for the future. Although the XF is a nice looking car, too much of its styling is like other cars; it is thematically weak, a bad thing for a brand built on distinctive styling. My opinion is that the break-with-the-past idea was a bad one. Jaguar has a strong styling... posted by Donald at August 8, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments




A Brand Extension Too Far
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- At my tender age I've become used to buying products that I'm familiar and comfortable with. Breakfast cereal examples are Cheerios, Raisin Bran, Life and Wheat Chex. Trouble is, it can take me a minute or so to pluck a Life box from a supermarket shelf. There are two reasons for this. In the first place, there are lots of cereal brands on the market these days and a well-stocked store will stock most of 'em, it seems. And then there are the brand extensions, a marketing ploy that's been in full force for 30 years or more. So once I find the shelf with boxes of Life, I then have to sort through the various Lifes to find the one I want. (For the record, there's the original Life and in addition are Honey Graham Life and Cinnamon Life.) But that's okay. I'm a capitalist tool who thinks lots of brands and confusion trumps highly constrained choice (Nanny State Brand corn flakes, anyone?). Even so, even I have a breaking point. Today in our cereals/crackers cupboard I discovered Multi-Grain Wheat Thins. (For all the varieties of Wheat thins, click here -- the multi-grain ones are shown at the top of the right-hand column of the ten pictured brand extension boxes as of today.) To my feeble brain, the concept of a Wheat Thin not being jes' plain ol' wheat verges on the Zen. The other grain ingredients, the box says, are barley, millet, rye and rolled oats (there's also cornstarch, but I'm not sure that counts as a grain). Nabisco really ought to name them something like Multi-Grain Thins. They won't, because they lose the Wheat Thins brand-name inertia they've built up over the years. But at some point, too many brand extensions will ruin the brand by making it stand for nothing much in particular. The present ten varieties is already a lot to deal with, and debasing the wheat part probably won't improve prospects. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 8, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Monday, August 4, 2008


Olympics Time, Rant Time
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- And just when did you wash your hands of the Olympic Games? For me it must have been the 1976 round held in ... gee, I forget where it was. I used to pay attention to the Olympics. Honest, I really did. That was in the dark ages when an Olympiad was pretty much a track-and-field deal with a little swimming and a dash of other stuff tossed in. And the media coverage was easier to take. As a boy, it was in the form of sports page articles and the occasional newsreel at the local Bijou. Early television coverage wasn't so awful either. One could actually see many non-American athletes perform. And the focus was the events and not the recent coverage focusing on individual athletes and the "problems" they had to overcome or possibly even their "victimhood." (I'm not sure of this last one because I avoid TV coverage of the Olympics. Given the seemingly pervasive sob-story angle TV and local papers give the news these days, I assume it's ditto for the Olympics. Correct me if I'm wrong.) And of course there's all the money poured into a locality to construct the various facilities considered necessary nowadays for a proper Games. Money that might have better uses such as staying the the pockets of the local citizens. To all this I modestly offer two solutions: Have the summer Olympics permanently held in Greece. Better yet, get rid of the Olympics. After all, they still have all those "world championship" events and there just might possibly be such things as a "world record" for some event or another. So it's not really a no Olympics, no glory matter for the athletes. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 4, 2008 | perma-link | (12) comments





Wednesday, July 30, 2008


Motorama Showcars 1955
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A couple of days ago I introduced the topic of General Motors' Motorama show that toured the country in the 1950s. From 1954 to 1956 special Motorama show cars were interesting because many of them had the potential to be produced, yet they weren't the sort of thinly-disguised ready-for-production jobs we find in recent automobile shows. Show cars for 1954 were treated in the link above and some for 1956 were discussed here. The present posting deals with 1955 Motorama cars, the most interesting set, in my opinion. Gallery Chevrolet Biscayne The Biscayne is a neat, semi-compact that was counter to the Detroit trend of the time for longer, lower, wider and bigger standard cars. Besides its "package" (car-speak for a set of key dimensions and characteristics), it has some interesting and odd features. Bring a show car, it has no visible front-end protection. In the 50s, most cars had big, solid, chrome-plated bumpers that were hung in front of the body shell. Nowadays, the bumper is typically a steel beam hidden behind a plastic material painted body-color; the effect is similar to the front of the Biscayne. But the Biscayne's front end is metal (or probably fiberglass pretending to be steel) with no hidden beams and several projections just waiting to be damaged. The windshield is wrapped in two directions (see the posting on 1956 for a little more about this), an extension of a wraparound style fad introduced by GM on earlier show cars and that was found on their entire line of '55 cars. The Biscayne is what was termed at the time a "four-door hardtop" -- no center ("B") roof post and no door framing around the side windows -- what a convertible would look like if it had a steel roof and didn't convert. This style was introduced on some 1955 GM production cars. What is interesting is that the rear doors are hinged at the rear and not on the center post as is nearly standard for four-door vehicles, making them what are called "suicide doors." Actually, four-door convertibles had rear-hinged rear doors up through the 1930s and they even appeared on Lincoln Continentals introduced in the 1961 model year. This feature might be present because it would have been too troublesome to engineer and fabricate doorpost-hinging for a mere show car. And yes, that bug-eye headlight treatment is a little odd. LaSalle II roadster LaSalle II sedan Apology for the quality of the lower photo, but it's the best I could locate on the Web for this car. The LaSalle was one of GM's "companion cars" -- brands launched around the end of the 1920s to offer more products for their basic brand dealers to sell. It was the most successful of the lot, a stylish, lower-priced companion to the Cadillac that was built for the 1927-1940 model years. That success statement might not be strictly true because another companion brand was Pontiac, originally sold by Oakland... posted by Donald at July 30, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments





Monday, July 28, 2008


Self-Promotion Break
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A small pause to celebrate the fact that a well-known online alt-art/porn outlet has taken a look at the webseries that I helped write and produce. Verdict? "Enough plot twists to keep your head spinning for days ... A must-see for this season." Emphasis added by proud l'il ol' me, of course. Shoot an email to michaelblowhard-at-that-gmaily-place if you'd like to take a look at our R-rated preview. Episode one thrusts itself on a wet, plump, and eager world in early August. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 28, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments




Motorama 1956 Show Cars
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yesterday I wrote about General Motors' big traveling Motorama exhibit and its show cars. I mentioned that some of the most interesting cars were featured in the 1954-56 Motoramas, the best of the crop appearing in 1955. In the previous posting, I dealt with the 1954 show and today I'll present three cars from 1956. I'll save the 1955s for next time -- why end with a whimper. Gallery Buick Centurion Glass-wrapping technology seems to have advanced since the 1954 Motorama because the Centurion's windshield wraps over into the roof as well as around to the sides. Double-wrapped windshields appeared on some production cars from GM, Ford and Chrysler for the 1959 model year. The Centurion's main Buick identity cue is the "sweep-spear" chromed paint-tone separator along the side. The windshield and backlight (rear window) pillars have complementary angles, a theme explored on some of the 1954 show cars. Chevrolet Impala The Impala (a name Chevrolet soon applied to production models) looks like it shares the same body as the Centurion, above. General Motors stylists in 1940s and 50s were masters at taking common body shells (typically three, shared in various combinations by the five brands) and applying style themes that identified each brand so strongly that many buyers might well have been ignorant that their hot new 1950 V-8 Olds Rocket 88 shared its body with the lowly "stove bolt six" Chevy owned by the next-door neighbor. The Impala/Centurion show car seems on the small side compared to contemporary production cars (I have no statistics to validate my hunch), but it was definitely small compared to standard Detroit cars from the late 50s to the mid 1970s. However, compact models began being introduced at the start of the 60s, so perhaps these show cars were anticipating that move. Oldsmobile Golden Rocket I mentioned in yesterday's posting that most Motorama show cars of the mid-50s were surprisingly practical. The Golden Rocket shown here pretty well fails that measure. True, the car was (or could have been) drivable. But the curious three-pronged front end would have paid for luxurious retirements for insurance adjusters had that motif actually been produced. The Golden Rocket seems to be yet another "What the hell" from the Olds styling section, though in a different vein from the F-88 created for the 1954 Motorama. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 28, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Sunday, July 27, 2008


Motorama Class of 1954
Donald Pitttenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- When General Motors dominated the American car market it had plenty of spare cash to devote to public relations activities such as its Motorama show, an extravaganza that traveled to some of the larger cities around the country back in the 1950s. Besides its current production cars, GM also included a set of show cars for display. A few show cars were slightly customized production models such as the Pontiac Parisienne of 1953. Others were far-out experimental jobs such as the gas turbine powered Firebird of the same year. Nowadays, show cars that don't fall into the categories just mentioned tend to be slightly disguised versions of cars intended for production in the near future, the idea being to get the buying public acquainted with and accustomed to features that might seem radical at first. The GM Motoramas for 1954, 1955 and to a lesser extent 1956 featured show cars that explored styling appropriate for production yet that were not like cars actually planned for production. At most, future production cars might borrow the shape of windows, tail fins and the like. What makes GM show cars for those years especially interesting to me is that while they were definitely "futuristic" in the context of their time, one could easily imagine most of them driving local streets and highways. Ford show cars of that era tended to be much wilder and impractical for everyday use. I think the 1955 crop of Motorama show cars was the best, but will start with 1954 to set the scene. Reports on 1955 and 1956 will follow presently. Not all the show cars are mentioned; for example, early Corvette body variations. Gallery Buick Wildcat II The Wildcat looks like it might have been based on the Corvette Chassis. Well, the windshield and passenger compartment look Corvette-like. The flaired front fender openings and free-standing headlight housings are features we would term Retro, a concept largely foreign to Fifties American automobile styling. Those front fenders and exposed front wheels would be impractical for daily driving: Think of mud and road grime splashing behind the wheels, much of it caking that lovely contrasting surface in the front wheel wells. Cadillac El Camino The Motoramas never visited Seattle, so the El Camino was the only Motorama show car I saw in person when new; in 1955 it toured Cadillac dealerships around the country including a local one. The tail fins are similar to those used by Cadillacs a few years later. The top of the passenger compartment is interesting because its windshield and backlight (designer-speak for rear window) are similar in the way they wrap around. Wrap-around windshields and backlights were one of the major styling fads of the Fifties, General Motors leading the pack. The show cars of this era exhibit as many practical variations on the wraparound theme as stylists could come up with. Other wraparound ideas might have been considered, but anything really radical probably couldn't be built; as... posted by Donald at July 27, 2008 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, July 21, 2008


Small-Car Styling
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Should little cars look quite similar to big cars? Nowadays most people would probably say No. But that wasn't always the case, as we shall see. Before we take a look, it's probably a good idea to mention a few engineering-related items that I hope will set the scene -- nothing very technical. By around 1910 most car makers standardized on the power train arrangement where the motor was near the front of the car, power was applied to the rear wheels and the linkage to the engive was a long drive shaft centered in the frame. About 1930, a few manufacturers began making cars where the engine powered the front wheels, eliminating the drive shaft at the price of added complexity. This arrangement was perfected and used in most cars by the 1990s. An arrangement that held theoretical appeal during the 30s and up to the mid-60s was rear-wheel drive with the motor also in the rear. Most of the time, engines were installed front-to-rear, the long axis in parallel with the long axis of the vehicle. Where there was the motor in front driving the rear wheels, this tended to result in a comparatively long car. Long, compared to a engine-front/drive-front arrangement where the motor was "transverse" -- its long axis at a right angle to the car's long axis -- this making for a very compact power train. Aside from the engine area, the major spaces in a car are devoted to the passenger compartment and the luggage area (trunk, in the USA). To make a car really compact, not much can be done with the passenger compartment because it has to be large enough to hold even fairly tall humans. So cutting luggage space to a minimum and using a transverse-mounted motor are the main routes to keeping overall length down. An ultra-compact car such as the Smart takes more radical steps including eliminating the rear seat and nearly all storage space. Gallery English Ford Model Y - c. 1935 This was E.T. "Bob" Gregorie's first production design. He worked at Ford from 1931 until the late 1946 with a year's hiatus following Edsel Ford's death. For much of that period he was styling director. Design-wise the Model Y was essentially a miniaturized standard car, vintage early 1930s. Fiat 500A - 1939 Topolino (Little Mouse) was the nickname given to the first version of the Fiat 500. Its small size was largely due to the elimination of the rear passenger seat, making it a small, Italian version of what in the USA was called a "business coupe" but without much storage area. Volkswagen - 1949 Although its design took most of the late 1930s to evolve, mass-production had to wait until after World War 2. The VW had a rear-mounted air cooled motor that drove the rear wheels. This configuration, along with a desire to make the car aerodynamic, resulted in an automobile that did not resemble standard cars of... posted by Donald at July 21, 2008 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, July 16, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Witness one legal defence strategy that didn't quite work out. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Republicans are feeling the passion. (Another link courtesy of that web-surfin' titan Charlton Griffin.) * The Onion offers some crucial election-year advice: How to pretend to care about politics. * Robert Sibley writes that, in London, it feels like the 1970s all over again. Robert provides some great descriptions of how bad conditions were in '70s London. * Onetime motorcycle rider WhiskyPrajer recalls why he gave the bikes up, and confesses that he still feels the lure. * I'd never thought of anteaters as promising pet material. Evidently I've been wrong. * Whiskey suspects that the economic downtown will mean the death of the niche market. * After disliking all the porn she sampled, Erika Lust decided that the time had come to start making it herself. Erika shares some NSFW photos of her process here. * MBlowhard Rewind: I praised James M. Cain's brilliant novel "Mildred Pierce." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 16, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, July 14, 2008


Linkage from DO
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Some fab links from the observant crew at DesignObserver: * Watch a designer pull together a magazine layout. * The latest art-stunt from Improv Everywhere featured sets of identical twins. Is it wrong of me to notice that Improv'ing Everywhere appears to be a very White People thing to do? "Design" seems to be accounting for ever more of the world around us, doesn't it? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 14, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments




The Most Narcissistic People Are ...
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The question posed by the title of this post is a toughie. Just what category of people is the most narcissistic? Movie/TV actors and actresses? Politicians? Fashion models? Those are strong contenders. Obvious ones, too. So I'll propose a not-so-obvious group, just to get your reactions. Marathon and other serious distance runners. It's bad enough watching them do their stretches and mental preparations just before a race. But what gets me is the measuring that some of them are into doing. They select practice routes and time themselves every time they run them. They strap on monitoring devices to get heartbeat and other measurements of their body's performance during such a run. Comparisons of the latest numbers with previous data are then made. In other words, they continually record and analyze statistics about themselves. Is this self-absorption, or what? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 14, 2008 | perma-link | (16) comments





Sunday, July 13, 2008


Juxtaposition
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Credit to an anonymous passerby who noted the following juxtaposition: Get it? If not, here's some background information. The banner with the Renoir nude is in front of the Seattle Art Museum, advertising an exhibition dealing with Impressionist painters. Across First Avenue is the "Lusty Lady," one of the last of the girlie show theaters on the street. Immediately to the right of the Lady is a combination condominium-Four Seasons hotel that's scheduled to open later this year. Along with the art museum, it's an indicator of the neighborhood's transition. When I was young, Seattle's First Avenue catered to sailors from ships that used to dock a few blocks away (that function has moved) as well as various species of derelict men. Besides girlie shows, there were pawn shops, taverns smelling of stale chili and staler beer, flop houses, missions and theaters featuring third-run movies. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 13, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Friday, July 11, 2008


Waiting for the iPhone
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Today Apple launched the new smaller, cheaper iPhone. So my daughter, who has a serious desire to own one, and I drove over to the local Apple Store. Apparently the place opened at 8 a.m. and we arrived a few minutes before nine. There was a line of perhaps 175 people stretching across the parking lot. My daughter surveyed the scene and said "No way!" or words to that effect, and we went home. I happened to be in the area again towards the end of lunch hour and noted that the line was almost as long as it was in the morning. The Apple Store was handing out water and Starbucks coffee to ease the pain of waiting. I must lack imagination, it seems. That's because I can't imagine why anyone would spend a few hours in line for a gadget that they could buy without waiting if they shopped after the initial surge was spent. What I can understand is being the very first customer in the door -- provided that local newspaper and television station reporters are there to take pictures and reward with Everlasting Fame. And what's the reward for being the second customer? Or even a first-day buyer? Yeah, bragging rights. But why stand in line for hours so that you might be able to tell about it to your grandchildren or even your sorority sisters in the fall? Surely there must be more to it than bragging rights. Whatever it might be, however, I don't get. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 11, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, July 10, 2008


Major League and Not Needing It
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- They're gone. And I'm inclined to call it Good Riddance. Of course I'm speaking of the late and not universally lamented Seattle SuperSonics of the National Basketball Association who next season will become the Oklahoma City SomethingOrOthers. True, I was a big Sonics fan in 1979 when they won the NBA championship. That was almost 30 years ago and the team became increasingly disappointing since then. Plus, I got bored with basketball. There are people, my very own son included, who will argue that a city cannot be major league unless it has major league sports teams. To this I answer a decisive "Yes and no." Here are some thoughts, probably none of which is original. For a city to become "major league," whatever that might mean to the general public, it probably helps to have more than one major sports team in town. I say "more then one" because just one team usually doesn't provide the needed public relations heft. Green Bay, Wisconsin, Portland, Oregon and Salt Lake City, Utah each have a single major professional sports team. None of those cities, as best I can tell, is considered a major city despite the team and other nice attributes of the place. Los Angeles, on the other hand, is without doubt a major city (or metropolitan region, which for our purposes can be considered the same thing). Yet LA does not have a national Football League team and hasn't had one in years. Perhaps getting the Sonics team in 1966 helped Seattle to become major. And the Mariners baseball and Seahawks football teams a decade or so later also probably helped its image. (I'll ignore the short-lived Seattle Pilots baseball club.) But now that Seattle is truly big-time, the loss of a franchise does little damage, as LA's loss of the Chargers, Rams and Raiders football teams proved. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 10, 2008 | perma-link | (10) comments





Tuesday, July 8, 2008


When Current Events Becomes History
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- When I was about to become a teenager I began to notice that the history textbooks we had in school "left off" several years before their publication date. That bothered me a little, because I really enjoyed history and wanted the whole thing. I now realize that the leaving off was prudent. I also am aware that besides History, there is a category that bookstores tend to label Current Affairs or maybe Current Events. So let's see. First you have News. That quickly mutates into Current Affairs which then ferments into History. These distinctions are useful. History ideally is a dispassionate, balanced account of past events. The closer events are to the present, the less likely they are to be described in a balanced, dispassionate manner. That's because current politics or ideological positions, along with associated strong emotions can get in the way of clear observation. Given this likelihood, it's a good thing to have a label for the transition period from News into History. I suppose there must be guidelines here and there regarding what point History kicks in, but I'm not going to research that. After all, I need to generate 2Blowhards content, don't I? Let's discuss this. Although Current Affairs or Current Events can easily be construed as happenings within the last year or two, I think History needs to wait about 20 years (preferably 30 years -- a generation) before passions cool. For example, we're just reaching the point where the Reagan presidency can be discussed without blood on the floor. This does not mean that defenders and opponents of George W. Bush, for instance, should remain silent. Personal accounts of White House life, Cabinet debates, bureaucratic and legislative maneuvering, diplomatics actions and so forth are necessary grist for later historical accounts. So how long do you think the period from News to History ought be? (And, for what it's worth, I think the argument that all history is biased is irrelevant. Taken to the extreme, it implies that there is no point in writing or reading history, and that notion is foolish.) Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 8, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Saturday, July 5, 2008


Fact for the Day
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- In 1987, Americans drank 5.7 gallons of bottled water per person per year. In 2006, we drank 27.6 gallons each -- that's a rate of a billion bottles a week. Source. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 5, 2008 | perma-link | (0) comments





Tuesday, July 1, 2008


Strategizing Summer
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- My grad school training inculcated a strong respect for statistical data and reasoning. Alas, this is a low-budget blog when it comes to research, so cold reality dictates that when we absolutely, positively have to crank out some content, anecdotal evidence is king. Having spread my rationale as thickly as I might peanut butter on a sandwich [Yummmm!], I introduce the subject of vacation travel planning for summer 2008. The USA is being hammered by the double whammy [thank you, Al Capp, wherever you are] of high fuel prices and a weak dollar. That doesn't mean that the entire nation will hide under beds until fall, but there surely will be behavioral changes "at the margins" as economists are fond of saying. Behavior at the margins à la chez Pittenger takes the form of not going to Europe. Readers will recall that we were in the Great Lakes area in May for about ten days. In September we have a 12-day trip scheduled to Boston and then to Québec, Montréal, Toronto, Niagara Falls, Rochester and points between. Flying for both trips is financed by cashing in frequent flier miles. There also will be our usual late-October, early-November trip to Santa Barbara and the week in Vegas shortly afterwards. Plus some short trips around Washington and Oregon. After all, we're retired and wish to travel while it's not much of a physical chore -- as it surely will be later. Our bottom line seems to be economizing by avoiding unfavorable exchange rates for pounds and euros along with some air fares. Automobile travel will be about normal, however. What money-saving steps, if any, are you taking this year with respect to travel? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 1, 2008 | perma-link | (15) comments





Monday, June 30, 2008


Stop Signs for Thee, Not for Me
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I used to hear the train whistles occasionally when I was young. The sounds came from over the hill, near the shore of Seattle's Lake Washington where there was a railroad line that wasn't heavily used. Nowadays along the rail route you hear conversational voices of walkers along with the low swishing sounds of bicycle tires. That's because the tracks and ties were pulled up years ago, asphalt was laid, and the route renamed the Burke-Gilman Trail. At a number of points the trail is pierced by arterial streets, two of which I drive frequently. Where a street and the trail cross, there are painted crosswalk stripes on the street. At the same point on the trail are regulation stop signs -- hexagonal shape, painted red with the word STOP in white. From this evidence I glean that vehicle drivers are to be cautious when approaching the crosswalk and should stop when pedestrians or cyclists enter it. Pedestrians should exercise normal caution, halting at the street and crossing when traffic permits. Cyclists should come to a complete halt and then treat the crosswalk as a pedestrian would. It doesn't always work this way. Fairly often I see cyclists zipping across the street at high speed, ignoring the stop sign. My impression is that these particular cyclists are mostly the Tour de France wannabe type who wear spandex garb and peddle expensive bikes. When I crank up all the empathy I can muster, my supposition is that these cyclists are frustrated at stopping every quarter mile or so and finally get a To Hell With It attitude. On the other hand they are breaking the law and endangering themselves. They cross the streets in the paths of cars traveling 25 or 30 miles per hour. And, due to vegetation, buildings, terrain and other factors, cyclists cannot be seen (at the crossings I use most frequently) until they are less than 15 or so feet from the street. They seemingly appear out of nowhere. Empathy aside, the non-stopping cyclists are jerks, pure and simple. If they get killed, they asked for it. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 30, 2008 | perma-link | (17) comments





Sunday, June 29, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Authors against Obama. * Steve Sailer points out that nearly everyone everywhere -- globalism-lovin' elites aside, of course -- dislikes high immigration levels. * Another good one from Steve, with smart and funny comments from the Steve Gang: Perhaps the authors of the Anti-Federalist Papers were right. Me, I gotta confess that I had no knowledge at all of something called "The Anti-Federalist Papers." Call me Mr. History. * Meet "ordo-liberal" economist Wilhelm Ropke, too-little-recognized and a special favorite of mine. Here's an excellent John Zmirak intro to Ropke. * A great passage from an interview with horror junkie / satirist Polly Frost: The thing about horror movies is they need to be made with utter conviction. So even if they go wrong and become camp hootfests, they still endure. The only horror movies I have contempt for are the ones made by meek committees, trying not to really offend anyone while cashing in on the appeal of the genre. Horror fans are often likable, unpretentious enthusiasts, aren't they? Buy a copy of Polly's collection of stories here. * MBlowhard Rewind: I looked at some recent trends in ad design. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 29, 2008 | perma-link | (20) comments





Friday, June 27, 2008


Putting a Stop to Car Talk
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Next Tuesday, 1 July, it will be illegal to drive in Washington state while holding a cellphone to your ear while presumably talking on it. An exception is the case of an emergency. And it is a "secondary offense," which means that cops have to have another reason for pulling you over before hitting on the phone business. Cellphone use is okay provided both hands are free for driving. Some other states have laws prohibiting use of hand-held phones in cars, and details vary. I was reading a newspaper or Internet article dealing with the new law. It mentioned some studies indicating that driving while holding a cellphone is related to higher accident rates. What was interesting was that another study was mentioned (the source not cited) that concluded that even talking on a hands-off cellphone increased accident likelihood. I don't know if that's really true, but there seem to be studies that will "prove" almost anything a newspaper editor or politician wants to hear. Let's assume that talking on a hands-free cellphone indeed leads to higher accident rates. So I ask: What is the difference between talking over a hands-free cellphone and talking to a passenger in the car? I say there is no difference; both can present distractions. Therefore, in the name of public safety, I strongly urge -- no, demand -- that state legislatures immediately act to prohibit all talk in moving automobiles. There. I feel safer already. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 27, 2008 | perma-link | (13) comments





Thursday, June 26, 2008


Product Evolution Sweet-Spots
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- When I was young -- between 15 and 25 or thereabouts -- and read biographies, I tended to be bored when plowing through the formative years parts. I wanted to get to the interesting bits, when the famous person was doing the stuff that made him famous. As I got older I became more interested in the formative parts. But by then it was too late for the information to do me much good. When it comes to product types, my interest has always tended to focus on one phase of their evolution. Not an exclusive focus, mind you, but a preponderant one. Here's one way of looking at product evolution: Pioneering stage. This is when something gets invented and other pioneers get into the act. The challenge is getting the things to work at all. There is likely to be a good deal of experimenting with alternative concepts. For the automobile, alternatives included steering wheels versus tillers, engine placement (front, middle, rear), and power plant (steam, electric, internal combustion). Automobiles and airplanes were in this stage up to about 1915. Awkward stage. Concepts that didn't pan out well are discarded, though experimentation continues. In this stage, the emphasis is on improving reliability. Planes and cars were here roughly 1915-33. Refinement stage. Things work and are reasonably reliable. Now engineers and designers focus on bringing the product to its potential. Actually this process is never-ending, but in many cases there is a period when refinement is both obvious and rapid. For automobile styling, this was from 1934 to around 1950. It was different for airplanes because the introduction of jet propulsion in the mid-1940s introduced a secondary evolutionary cycle. Mature stage. Refinement continues, but mostly at the detail or "invisible" engineering level. Outward appearance can be essentially unchanged (commercial airliners) or edges into fashion cycles. Car appearance swings from purist to baroque and back again. There is increasing use of Retro themes because functional requirements are so thoroughly explored that true innovation becomes nearly impossible; previous solutions have to be recycled (think door shapes, windows, etc.). Each of the stages I listed has its interesting aspects, but the stage that attracts me the most is the Refinement stage. Here are examples of product types with my own (approximate) date ranges for that stage: Automobiles 1929-55 Airliners 1932-70 Ocean liners 1895-1935 Battleships 1910-40 Even though I'm usually most interested in the Refinement stage, I can understand the appeal of other stages. Do you look at product types from an evolutionary point of view? If so, have you a different set of stages? And which stages interest you the most? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 26, 2008 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, June 25, 2008


An Anniversary
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Fifty-eight years ago this morning, ten-year-old me turned on the radio to catch some news. For once, the news was big. Surprising, too. North Korean troops were invading South Korea. China, save Formosa and a few small islands near the coast, had already fallen to the communists. Eastern Europe was in Russian hands. We had gone through the drama of the Berlin Airlift. South Korea had been a U.S. occupation zone after World War 2 and was now, for practical purposes, an American protectorate. So it was war, carried out under a United Nations fig leaf -- though I suppose Truman would have fought regardless of the U.N; he was a clear thinker who risked popularity for principle. Gallery These are troops of Task Force Smith arriving at the Taejon station, 5 July 1950. Taejon is about halfway between Seoul and the main southern port, Pusan. The U.S. had four occupation divisions in Japan, and few of their units were even close to being combat-ready. But to Korea many of them went, only to be pushed south by the North Korean army. This map shows the Pusan Perimeter, the American - South Korean defensive line that finally held during the summer of 1950. The solid blue line represents the communist highwater mark. It also encloses the part of Korea where I was stationed 1963-64. Taegu was 7th Logistical Command headquarters. Our offices, mess hall, clubs and so forth were in a former Imperial Japanese Army post near the edge of the city. A couple of miles away was a compound containing our barracks and family housing for Military Assistance Group personnel. To the northwest, where the blue line bends, is the town of Waegwan. When I was in Korea, we were contructing a large logistical depot there. East of Taegu, on the coast, is Pohang, South Korea's steel center; I went there to cover some training exercises. At the southeast corner is South Korea's main port, Pusan, where the 7th Log had facilities. The command also had a unit at Seoul's port, Inchon, and I would have to go there periodically on army business. This is me in the late spring of 1964 during an alert, when we had to carry weapons. This photo also appears on 2Blowhards here, where I do some reminiscing. When I was in Korea, the U.S. had a corps with two divisions -- the 1st Cavalry and the 7th Infantry. Now we are down to one division there, a 58-year presence. We will have had troops in Germany and Japan 63 years as of late summer. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 25, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, June 23, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Behold some seriously beautiful graphic design. * Critic David Sterritt tries to explain why Hitchcock's "Vertigo" continues to fascinate. * Painter Laurie Fendrich wonders why anyone should major in painting. (This link and the one above thanks to Matt Mullenix.) * Tyler Cowen doesn't think that new 3-D technology will save movies. * Isegoria notices that Alaskan Airlines has had some success redesigning its check-in process. Let's hope the other airlines take note. * Asians like techno. * One little shot of collagen and -- "Yes, yes, yes!!!" she cried. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Another find from Charlton: How to make a light bulb. * Steve Bodio riffs through a lot of books that he's read recently, including a "Zen Buddhist dog book." * Sister Wolf thinks there's no getting around it: Men are boring. * An especially nice couple of lines from Lester Hunt: "I have never had sex with a virgin and intend to avoid doing so for the rest of my life. Why someone would want to have sex with a completely inexperienced partner is literally beyond my comprehension." I find innocence overrated too, particularly where sex partners are concerned. * Anne Thompson notices yet more cutbacks at old-media shops. *MBlowhard Rewind: I tried to come up with a way to salvage the word "intellectual." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 23, 2008 | perma-link | (17) comments





Tuesday, June 17, 2008


Who Sez Rome Fell
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- My radar must be aimed really high. Because lots of stuff is flying under it. A case in point is the fall of Rome. Naive me, I thought it just, er, fell -- the western part anyway. Apparently there's a pack of recent scholars who don't see it that way. Which prompted Bryan Ward-Perkins (yes, he's a Brit) to write this book as rebuttal. If Ward-Perkins is correct and not simply doing the intellectual grandstanding one sees all too often in academia these days, a number of historians have been claiming that the western empire more or less faded away and the former not-really-Barbarians simply stepped up to the palazzo, signed a few treaties and took over the show in various parts of the old realm. Less fuss, muss, bother and bloodshed than Gibbon and his followers had led us to believe, apparently. Ward-Perkins literally digs in with physical anthropological evidence of the collapse of the standard of living. This is measured by the presence (or lack of it) of pottery of all kinds, including items used to transport goods such as olive oil, as well as by coins and building materials such as roof tiles. His evidence indicates Roman Britain disappeared in a comparative flash while other parts hung on until the tide of conquest took out the last refuge when the Visigoths reached North Africa. He also cites contemporary written material to support his case that the end of Rome wasn't painless. I find it interesting that there were 27 customer reviews on the Amazon page linked above. That's a lot more that I'm accustomed to seeing, so perhaps the matter really is controversial. I read a lot of history, but not a lot of the Ancient variety. That means I'm not well qualified to pass judgments on to you. All I'll say is that the traditional version of Rome's fall in the sense that a lot of aspects of what one normally thinks of as "civilization" were seriously diminished or eliminated seems the most plausible description. And Ward-Perkins' contribution supports it. Please comment if you are better informed regarding the apparent controversy; I'm curious to learn what you have to say. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 17, 2008 | perma-link | (20) comments





Monday, June 16, 2008


Attics of the Skies
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Last month I visited the Air Force Museum near Dayton, Ohio. No, I didn't, actually. It seems that while I wasn't paying attention, somebody re-named the place; now it's called National Museum of the United States Air Force. I suspect the renaming has to do with the fact that installations besides Wright-Patterson Air Force Base have museums and that "Air Force Museum" might cause confusion whereas National etc., etc. makes it all perfectly clear. Yeah. Sure. Since I last visited, the museum added another large exhibit hall. This improved their ability to add more aircraft for public viewing as well as allowed better settings for some of the displays. For example, the B-25 Mitchell bomber I saw was painted to resemble the B-25s used in the famous Doolittle raid on Tokyo, 18 April 1942. Better yet, the plane was standing on a facsimile of a segment of the flight deck of the carrier Hornet. Here are some planes that I was pleased to see. I'll tell you below why I was pleased. Martin B-10 Seversky P-35A Curtiss P-36A North American O-47B Curtiss O-52 Owl I was pleased to see these planes because they are extremely rare; it's surprising that any examples of these types exist at all. Aside from the P-36, they were built in a few hundreds each, if that; not the thousands that were often the case for later aircraft of the World War 2 era. Moreover these 1930s planes were constructed mostly of metal. The museum has examples of World War 2 and subsequent aircraft that were retained specifically for museum display; no problem here. It also displays pre-1930s aircraft that were built using wood, fabric and perhaps some metal for framing. Not all these are original. Because the originals were built with common materials using comparatively simple techniques, it was and is possible to build replica airplanes, especially if original plans are available. But it isn't practical to build replica metal planes. You really need an original as a basis for restoration (not replication), even if it isn't in good condition and many parts are missing. The museum's B-10, the only one left, had been in Argentina; obsolete Army Air Corps planes were often sold to South and Central American air forces. The P-35 also is the last of its kind. The museum web page isn't clear where it came from, but I'll speculate that it was a hulk used by aviation schools for training mechanics -- a fate many aircraft suffer. The P-36 was donated to the museum by a private party, but it wasn't said how he had obtained it. P-36s and export version Hawk 75s were built in fairly large numbers for use by the Air Corps, Armée de l'Air and other air arms at the end of the 30s. The O-47 might have been from a maintenance school and the O-52's provenance wasn't given. These two "O" planes were part of a sequence of observation aircraft... posted by Donald at June 16, 2008 | perma-link | (0) comments





Friday, June 13, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The web brings us news of yet another fetish we had no way of expecting. (NSFW) * Anne Thompson fears the worst for the LA Times. * Chris Floyd loves the case that Roger Scruton makes for a conservative environmentalism. * That bad boy of the British cinema, Ken ("Tommy," "Women in Love") Russell, reads a biography about himself. Very amusing. * Artist, gallery owner, and queer feminist, BDSM model Madison Young tells how she became a "rope slut." "For me there is only hemp or jute," she confides. "I love the bite, the tightness of the rope, the smell, the taste, I’m getting excited just talking about it. I really love rope." (NSFW.) * A good passage from Vdare's Brenda Walker: "Illegal workers are part of that broader trend where Davos-style elites have quietly abandoned the nation-state and have morphed into One-Worlders with a bent toward commerce." * MDMNM and loyal canine buddy run into a rattler. Pix galore. * Sister Wolf wishes that more public figures would just speak their minds, goddammit. * David Chute gives a mild thumb's-up to "Cloverfield." * Joe Valdez thinks that Walter Hill's 1979 "The Warriors" deserves to be thought of as an overlooked classic. Sigh: I remember well when "The Warriors" was thought of as something exciting and new. * Reid Farmer has a giggle at the expense of city people who move to the country. * Free Vedanta talks. I suggest starting with Swami Prabhavananda, who is often really good. * Katie Hutchison shares some photos of a lovely Boston neighborhood. Katie has a great feeling for livable beauty. * MD watches a movie and is more struck by faces and decor than by the storyline. That's part of what's so great about movies, no? -- the way they can strike you on so many different levels. * Maybe red meat is the healthy choice. * Lemmonex supplies a wryly amusing FAQ about herself. * Tom Smith thinks that not only do intellectuals have nothing interesting to say, they're no fun to be around. * MBlowhard Rewind: I treated myself to a wrestle with G.K. Chesterton's "Orthodoxy." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 13, 2008 | perma-link | (13) comments





Tuesday, June 10, 2008


A Modest Military Proposal
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Once upon a time, before 1947, the United States had no Air Force. What we had were two air forces. One was the Navy's and the other was part of the U.S. Army. The Army's air force was taken away and became a separate branch of the armed services as part of Truman's reorganization that resulted in creation of the Department of Defense. Previously, defense needs were handled by the Navy Department and the War Department, each headed by a Cabinet-level secretary. The transition from being part of the Signal Corps to Air Force independence was a multi-step process that resulted in a quasi-independent air force when World War 2 was underway. (For some information about this, click here.) The doctrine favored by air officers during much of this gestation period can be encapsulated by the term strategic bombing which had its roots in the thinking of Italian general Giulio Douhet and others in the 1920s and 30s. The theory was that bombers were virtually impervious to attack and were fully capable of destroying an enemy country's armaments industry, infrastructure and the morale of its populace. By the time World War 2 got nicely underway it became obvious to military men (though not so much to the general public getting its war news filtered through censorship) that bombing accuracy was not very good even with the aid of the best bomb-sights available. And rather than being invincible, bombers proved to be highly vulnerable to anti-aircraft fire and attack by interceptors alerted or guided by radar (a late-30s development). Further, the Battle of Britain and the later Blitz revealed that civilian morale was harder to crack than had been anticipated by the bombing enthusiasts. Air commanders continued to insist that strategic bombing was an important part of warfare. They were correct, though the fire-breathers among them probably continued over-stating their case when they claimed that such bombing alone could win a war. (True, Japan surrendered before it had to be invaded. But anti-shipping warfare by submarines and the failure of Japan to mass-produce advanced interceptors in 1944 contributed to their ultimate relative weakness in the summer of 1945.) The domination of thinking by "bomber generals" continued in the U.S Air Force well into the strategic missile age. This was probably mostly for the best while the U.S. and Soviet Union faced each other across the Arctic during the first 15 years of the Cold War because bombers were the only means of conveying strategic weapons in those days. By the 1970s the situation had changed. Land and sea-based missiles became the strategic weapons and B-52 "strategic bombers" were being used for tactical, Army-support missions. By the time of the Gulf Wars, air activities were largely in the form of ground support and transportation and communications interdiction; strategic attacks were a small part of the picture. So, I ask, since the Air Force is nowadays largely an Army-support service, why not simply make it a branch... posted by Donald at June 10, 2008 | perma-link | (17) comments





Monday, June 9, 2008


Hiding Behind Initials
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yes, it seems to be happening everywhere and has been happening for a long time. But I was reminded of the phenomenon last week when we visited Victoria, British Columbia and went looking for an ATM to get some Canadian money. Canada used to have five or so major banks whose names were familiar even to Yanks such as me who occasionally wandered north of the line. Instead of those grand old names, what did I see on bank buildings but BMO CIBC HSBC RBC TD Plus, there was something called "Scotiabank." To be fair, the "BMO" was followed by a small logo and the familiar words "Bank of Montreal." That was helpful, so I used their ATM. And Scotiabank isn't terribly far removed from Bank of Nova Scotia. HSBC stands for Hong Kong and Shanghai Banking Company which wasn't one of the big five Canadian banks, but now is fairly strong in British Columbia perhaps because of the many Hong Kong residents who moved to Canada when the Sino-British treaty expired. As for the others. CIBC was Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce, RBC was Royal Bank of Canada and TD was Toronto Dominion Bank. RBC still uses the words "Royal Bank" but I don't recall seeing them on the building signs (correct me if I mis-remembered). I'm pretty sure most Canadians know perfectly well what all those initials stand for. And I imagine that tourists with little experience in Canada have no idea what they mean. [Puts on just-for-fun conspiracy hat] Could it be that those Canadian banks are trying to hide something? Secrets from the dark days before the country became a paradise of political correctness? Let us delve. Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce -- Clearly a double-whammy of evil!! I'm all but certain that those imperialist lackeys of capitalism and trade were also white males; how could they be otherwise? Toronto Dominion Bank -- The cowardly behind-initials-hiding scum at least recognize that Canada finally threw off the chains of empire to become a shining Trudeaupia [thanks for that word, Mark Steyn]. Nevertheless, could that "D" be nothing but a fig-leaf waiting to be peeled off when the forces of reaction opt to rejoin the empire and restore the hated Red Ensign to the flagpoles of Canada? Royal Bank of Canada -- Well. That tells us all we need to know. The hand on the lever behind the curtain has been revealed! Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 9, 2008 | perma-link | (10) comments





Saturday, June 7, 2008


Trip Report: Victoria
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Bloggers in our readership will probably confirm it when I assert that it can be hard to predict if a given posting will generate a lot of comments. So when I posted this innocent little article before sneaking out of town I had no idea that it would generate more than 80 comments, which is pretty close to being a 2Blowhards record. I appreciate the interest in the topic. And thank you for keeping remarks mostly civil for a topic that was potentially hackle-raising. As for me, I spent a couple of days in Victoria, British Columbia. Spring in these parts has barely sprung even though we're less than three weeks from the start of calendar summer. It was stormy enough on the trip up that the Victoria Clipper catamaran detoured to the lee side of Whidbey Island to avoid swells and rough water on northern Puget Sound. And we had no choice but to cross some rough stuff on the westerly shot from Deception Pass to Victoria. The weather improved little while we were in Victoria, though the return trip was smoother because of diminished winds. I'm giving you this long explanation to set the scene for the less-than-picture-postcard quality of the photo report below. Silk purses, sow's ears and all that. Gallery The Empress Hotel is the sight the greets most visitors to Victoria. It is the westernmost of the grand hotels built by the Canadian Pacific Railway, having opened 100 year ago. It's currently part of the Fairmont group. Its architect was Francis Rattenbury who was responsible for a number of Victoria's landmarks and came to a sad end, being murdured by his second wife's young lover. Here are harbor taxis that are based near the Empress. This is the view of the harbor channel from where we were staying. Note the float-plane taxiing in. This is a closer look at a float-plane. It's part of the Kenmore Air fleet that flies passengers up and back from Seattle. Two Canadian airlines fly float-planes between Victoria and other Canadian destinations, Vancouver in particular. The aircraft shown has a radial engine, but most of the planes operating in the harbor are powered by turboprop motors. These small transports -- most of them built by de Havilland Canada -- have been out of production for many years; a Victoria company supplies parts and can do rebuilding tasks. This photo was taken the day we left, its location farther out the harbor channel. Those are houseboats in the middle-ground. They interest me because they are two-story structures; the modest houseboats in Seattle when I was young had only one story. The touristy stretch of Government Street is mostly comprised of old buildings. This chateau-style structure is fancier than most of the others. Spreading all the way from Government Street to Douglas Street is this atrium mall-cum-Bay store. Eaton's was the original anchor store, but that chain folded and the Hudson's Bay Company moved in. Back... posted by Donald at June 7, 2008 | perma-link | (1) comments





Thursday, June 5, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Peter Brimelow lays out what he thinks libertarians ought to be making of the current immigration mess. Those who are curious about how we have come to this unfortunate, perhaps even disastrous, pass should find Brimelow's book "Alien Nation" an eye-opener. * Oxford U. Press has just posted a gorgeous passage from the Man Who Is Thursday's translation of Ecclesiastes. At his blog, Thursday has a fun go at proposing a sweetly non-comprehensive taxonomy of female types. * MBlowhard Rewind: I wondered if life without taboo is possible. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 5, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Monday, June 2, 2008


An Okay Airline Experience
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The sport du jour seems to be airline-bashing. Lord knows there is no lack of cause. A particularly bone-headed item is American Airlines' plan to charge a fee for even one checked bag. Given the chronically too-full condition of overhead bins, imagine the chaos when a lot more passengers opt out of checking and into bin storage -- especially during winter months when heavy coats are headed for the same place. Apparently American can't do this sort of imagining. At least they did me one kindness today, sort of. Two months ago I cashed in frequent flier miles for a September trip to Boston, from where we'll loop up to Québec, up along the St. Lawrence River and on to Toronto and Niagara Falls. I told the American Airlines staffer that a return from Rochester or Buffalo would be fine -- pick one or the other. So it was Rochester. This morning I received an email from American advising me that there were some schedule changes -- flight numbers and times, etc. Glancing over the printout I noticed a tiny detail that I had missed in previous emailed itineraries: the return flight was originating in Rochester, Minnesota!! So I hopped on the phone to straighten out the mess. The lady on the other end of the line advised me that there would be a $150-per-person change-of-itinerary fee. Uh, oh. I had already booked hotel rooms and made arrangements to visit friends; too late to dump the trip. While the lady was off-line checking something, I remembered that the initial booking was done by phone and that the mistake was American's, not mine. Rochester, MN probably appeared on a computer screen above Rochester, NY so that was the one that got selected. When I got off hold I told the lady that the error surely was American's and that I didn't feel like paying $300 for their mistake. And if she couldn't fix this, then I wanted to talk to her supervisor. She put me on hold and returned a few minutes later to tell me that the supervisor agreed there would be no penalty for the change. Thanks, American, for doing something right. Now as for that luggage fee ... Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 2, 2008 | perma-link | (1) comments





Sunday, June 1, 2008


Low-Tech Zip
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A lot of attention is focused on high-technology progress from laboratory to prototype to production to refinement and, in the case of objects digital, to increasing performance at decreasing price. This probably has to do with the "glamour factor" of high-tech. Unnoticed can be progress in low-tech fields. For example, the common zipper. When I was very young, I don't think any of my clothing was fastened using zippers. Not that they weren't around; according to the history reported here, zipper technology had evolved to essentially its present form around 1914. Nevertheless, my clothing was fastened with buttons until I was at some point in elementary school in the late 1940s. When I finally started wearing clothing with zippers, I found the gizmos unreliable. That is, they could jam. Or part of the zipped-up part could come unzipped. Or it could be hard to get the zipper properly connected so that zipping might begin. These problems and others are still with us. However, slowly but surely, they happen less and less often. And rather than being wary of zippers as I once was, I give them little thought when I buy a garment. Here, for the record, are some of my current zipper gripes. A zipper on one of my Tommy Bahama sweatshirts is happy to zip up, but doesn't like to unzip unless it's in the fully zipped position. Zippers on a few of my other garments have a tendency to jam because the slider catches on fabric. I chalk this up to an unintentional error in garment design or fabrication. The zipper on a Brooks Brothers sweater is difficult to get started. I have to get the part opposite the slider inserted just so or nothing happens when I try to zip. Maybe that's why the sweater was on sale. A few of my garments have zippers where the slider is on the right-hand side and not the usual left side. This makes things awkward because I'm not used to working a zipper that way. For what it's worth, the garments are imported -- one from Denmark, the other from England. All this complaining aside, the many zippers I deal with over the course of the year are virtually trouble-free, unlike they were around 1950. I hope yours are too. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 1, 2008 | perma-link | (5) comments





Friday, May 30, 2008


Links by Charlton
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- More online finds by Charlton Griffin: * Does anything more than this need to be said about the Fed? * Virtuoso ranter Pat Condell wants you know that he has nothing special against religion. Can that man command a camera or what? * In celebration of the release of "Sex in the City": The 20 Worst Chickflicks of All Time. * Spend a few minutes inside the mind of the average male college student. * Who needs to visit Mars in reality when computer animations have become this good? * Here's an amusing math-wiz prank. Verizon thoroughly deserves this kind of treatment, IMHO. * Guilty as charged. * Beat this for tastelessness. * Good horsey. When he isn't busy turning up cool finds on the web, Charlton is a performer and producer who creates some of the best audiobooks available. Check out his offerings. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 30, 2008 | perma-link | (21) comments





Tuesday, May 27, 2008


What I Learned From Richard Nixon
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Even though I only voted for him once ... Er, check that. I actually voted against McGovern that year. Anyway, I can cite one positive (to me) influence from President Nixon. While he was in office I read an article about him someplace that mentioned that he was quite curious about how things worked. I can't remember whether those things were natural, mechanical or organizational. But that doesn't really matter. You see, at that time I wasn't especially curious about what made things tick. The article made me take stock of myself and realize that my happy ignorance was a deficiency. As a result, I began to pay more attention to details. I'm not obsessive about it, but I still take a quick peek "under the hood" now and then when I encounter something new. Otherwise, I've acquired enough background that I have an okay mental yardstick to help evaluate stuff I encounter in daily life. This is particularly the case for matters bureaucratic. I suppose most folks attain the same end simply by keeping their eyes open and living long enough. Me, I still have to fight the burden of having a Ph.D. and those years of having to honor Theory rather than experience. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 27, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Independent Crime turns up a hilarious old pulp-fiction cover. (Slightly racy.) * Sister Wolf provides amusing movie reviews of two movies she's certain she'll never see. That's a great new genre of writing, reviews of works you'll never see ... * Where men go, could "Sex and the City" be the least-anticipated movie ever? (Link thanks to FvB.) * This subtitled Bollywood "Nipple Song" gave me a good case of the giggles. * Randall Parker notices that social life has grown so dysfunctional in Mexico that some Mexican police chiefs are demanding that the U.S. grant them asylum. * MBlowhard Rewind: I wondered about the relationship between negativity and criticism in the arts. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 27, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Tuesday, May 20, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The way things are going, it won't be long before today's unashamed, self-webcasting kids will be including clips like these on their resumes. (Strongly NSFW.) My guess is that the business world will find some way to adapt. * Good news for those with big cabooses. * Gil Roth notices an important European political development. * Michael Bierut recalls that, when he worked as a shoe salesman, he enjoyed measuring people's feet. A sweet and personal blogposting, if not as kinky as you might hope. * A catlike ease with contradictions, a juicy love of words, many instinctive moments of wonder ... MD is blogging again. * Wifezilla has trouble finding full-fat plain yogurt. America: Enough already with the fear of fat. * So maybe Rachel Carson was right? * As Boomers retire and Yers take on more responsibilites, how is the world going to change? * Sounds pretty tough, being a "nice guy" of Asian descent. * Ballet dancers: Talk about artists who suffer for their art. * Doesn't it seem as though a new market bubble appears every day? Eric Janszen doesn't think this pattern is going to end soon. "The bubble cycle has replaced the business cycle," he writes. * Carla Thompson thinks that more black people ought to get as upset about black-on-black murders as they do about police brutality. * Sign up for Jimmy Moore's low-carb cruise. * Dave Milano explains some of the reasons why raw milk has come to be such a fascinating issue. * Welmer offers an eloquent examination of some of of the predicaments today's young men grapple with. * I enjoyed Pietro's album of snapshots of Leon Krier's new old town Poundbury. Me, I think Krier's an underrecognized major culture figure. Here's an appreciative piece about one of Krier's books. * Seth Roberts loves Mondoweiss. * Following Seth's Shangri-La Diet, Stephen M. has taken off 55 pounds, and has kept it off. * MBlowhard Rewind: If modernistic architecture is all about thrills and originality, why do so many of the most screamingly up-to-date examples resemble each other? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 20, 2008 | perma-link | (13) comments





Sunday, May 18, 2008


Rust Belt Rust
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- They call the region surrounding the Great Lakes the Rust Belt because most cities, large and small, have examples of abandoned factories that had flourished during the period 1850-1950, roughly. The term also refers to an aspect of what some consider a "de-industrialization" of America. Factories aside, on my recent trip through the Midwest I noticed examples of Rust Belt rust that were disturbing. So I took photos. First are pictures of Chicago's elevated train line that runs around the part of downtown called "The Loop" (referring to the area circumscribed by or bordering the elevated line, or "L" ... not "el" is in New York). For more on the "L" see here. This is followed by photos of the suspension bridge between Cincinnati, Ohio and Covington, Kentucky that opened shortly after the end of the Civil War. Its designer was John Roebling, who cut his teeth on it before attempting the famous Brooklyn Bridge in New York. You can read more here. Gallery: The Chicago "L" These are photos of the Quincy station near West Jackson Blvd. and the Sears Tower. Here is the interior of the station house and its ticket office. Basically early 1900s with modern items added as needed. What the station looks like from street-level. Hmm. It looks a bit rusty up there. More rust. This is at the station over East Adams. The undersides of the elevated lines showed rust in many places, though, to be fair, I did see a repainting effort near where this photo was taken. Gallery: Cincinnati's Roebling Bridge The bridge from the Kentucky side with Cincinnati in the background. This shows the suspension cable system. And there is plenty of rust on some of those cables and tie rods. Because it isn't a toll bridge such as San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge, it doesn't earn its own maintenance money. As I said, this is disturbing. And that's because, in the long run, too much rusting can result in loss of structural integrity. Sure, the "L" and the bridge are inspected and certified, but I suppose the same could be said for structures that actually did collapse. Since I'm not an engineer, I'd be really happy if a reader who knows about the integrity of rusty structures would offer reassurance. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 18, 2008 | perma-link | (11) comments





Friday, May 16, 2008


Trip Journal
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Bowhards-- Tomorrow, as the sun sets behind the lovely O'Hare control tower, we will be bidding a fond adieu to Flyover Country and boarding our silver oiseau for the Left Coast. Herewith are a few more short observations regarding the curious country we have been exploring, a land apparently unknown to the Mainstream Media. * Nancy was impressed by the University of Illinois campus. And so was I, even though the Georgian(?) architectural style is not my absolute favorite. The quadrangles are large -- large enough that I wonder if they really relate to human scale. Moreover, the campus is huge. That makes me wonder if it's hard for students to dash from class to class if they only have a 10-minute break. The University of Washington was effectively about a half mile across in my student days, and getting from one end to the opposite could barely be done in 10 minutes. I also wonder about getting around during winter at Illinois. Those distances and large quads strike me as fodder for the occasional frozen corpse come January. Still, I liked the place so much I bought my son a University of Illinois baseball cap. * Indianapolis was nice. Nothing famous there save the Speedway, but I can see where it could be a pleasant place to live. One can take nice walks in the general area of the canal, the government center and the Memorial. * Cincinnati has the Roebling Bridge to Kentucky, opened in 1867, less than two years after the end of the Civil War. It was designed by John Roebling, who also designed the Brooklyn Bridge in New York. We walked across the Roebling and I took photos of rusting. The town has the Netherland Plaza Hotel, a great Art Deco monument opened in 1931. If you go to Cincinnati, be sure to check out its Palm Court, which would not have been out of place on the liner Normandie. * The Air Force museum near Dayton has been expaned since I was last there. Another exhibition hall was added, allowing more breathing room for the planes. An interesting addition is a display of four Presidential planes: FDR's "Sacred Cow," Truman"s "Independence," Eisenhower's "Columbine" and the Air Force One where LBJ took the oath of office. * Near Detroit, we visited the Edsel/Eleanor Ford house on Lake St. Claire. Ace architect Albert Kahn designed the building to resemble a cluster of Cotswold cottages. I'll probably post some pix later. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 16, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, May 15, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Thinking person's rocker Brian Eno has turned 60. The Independent visits with Eno, who has collaborated with Bowie, Byrne, Cold Play, and Microsoft. (Link thanks to William Sauer.) * Life is sometimes good. (Link thanks to Anne Thompson.) * BHH sometimes wonders if he shouldn't take up a manual occupation -- something useful, and that can't be shipped overseas. * It lives! Or seems to, anyway. (Link thanks to Marc Andreessen.) Marc also turned up a priceless clip of Bill O'Reilly showing how he gets his way. * Lots of tasty-sounding lectures and talks can be downloaded here. * Learn about China's fastest-growing city. (Link thanks to Michael Wade.) * Educated black people (at least in Atlanta) evidently like gated communities. * Stuff one black guy hates includes "stupid names." Chris isn't crazy about Isaac Hayes either. * Why shouldn't people be able to live in a yurt on their own land, Stephan wants to know. * MBlowhard Rewind: I took issue with the general view of Louis Kahn as a great architect. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 15, 2008 | perma-link | (1) comments





Tuesday, May 13, 2008


Trip Journal
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Here I am in the Midwest, acting as sherpa for my wife who has never been here. Below are a few short thoughts that might (or not) get expanded into real blog posts. * The touristy part of Chicago is much nicer than it was 15+ years ago when I was last there. Clean, fairly friendly. Lots of really tall condo towers or hotels-cun-condos going up. The Daleys, despite other faults, know how to run the place. * Milwaukee was another matter. Hollowed out downtown. Some large blocks razed down to dirt. Everything has moved to the 'burbs. Call it a region without a center. * Madison, Wisconsin also disappointed. Here you have the state capitol building and the University of Wisconsin on each end of a half-mile street. I was expecting State Street to be nice. Instead, its highlights were the campus book store and Potbelly's sandwich shop. * Springfield, Illinois isn't much of a town, but has several places of interest. There is Lincoln's tomb and his house (the guide noted that the bannister of the main stairway is the one thing you can touch that Lincoln himself surely also had touched). And there is his presidential library and museum. The latter is overdone and I might do a rant about new museum displays. Not far are a nicely restored train station and a large Frank Lloyd Wright house that, unfortunately, was closed yesterday. Oh, and my father was born in Springfield 100 years ago minus two weeks. So it was high time that I got there. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 13, 2008 | perma-link | (12) comments





Saturday, May 10, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Peter L. Winkler is pretty sure that D.C. madame really did commit suicide. * Dennis Mangan is thinking about leaving California. Visitors offer many tips. * Alice is trying not to become a tiresome geezer-blogger. It's already too late for some of the rest of us. * Gotta love it when a girl finds a career that really suits her. (NSFW) * The worst cities in the country for hay-fever sufferers. * Have these guys figured out how to predict the results of the Presidential election? (Link thanks to FvB.) * Great motorcycle. (Link thanks to Graham Lester.) * Men eat more meat; women eat more fruit. (Source.) * Hey, a mammoth black vs. brown riot at an L.A. high school -- who could have anticipated it? Any bets on whether we'll be seeing more or less of this kind of thing? * Yahmdallah reached towards a bug that he thought was dead, and ... * Eyeball the pixel couch. * Who's the spanking-est of them all? (NSFW) * James Kunstler wouldn't be surprised if the economy falls apart in the next month or two. * Agnostic tries to figure out why beautiful girls from more traditional areas are more modest about their looks than beautiful big-city girls. * Derek Lowe takes a look at yet another anti-cholesterol drug flop and offers this: "For now, there’s no way to really know what will happen in humans without, well, using humans." Can someone please share Derek's wisdom with the entire field of economics? * Her new HDTV has reawakened Lynne Kiesling's interest in hockey. * I'll probably never get around to reading Yuri Slezkine's "The Jewish Century," praised by Steve Sailer among others. How nice then that YouTube carries a good hour-long Harry Kreisler interview with Slezkine. * MBlowhard Rewind: I ventured a General Theory of women's fashion magazines. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 10, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, May 8, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Polly Frost confesses that she's just a "genre slut." * As though it wasn't bad enough to get cancer at age 33, the cancer that star Chicago chef Grant Achatz developed was on his tongue. Can you say "Beethoven" and "deafness"? Jennifer Tanaka has the story. * Did Roman gladiators eat too many carbs? * An excellent collection of interviews -- audio and transcripts both -- with James Kunstler. * Tyler Cowen volunteers a list of his country music faves. Commenters leap in with many more suggestions. * Daniel McCarthy takes stock of the Ron Paul campaign. * Is drinking fruit juice really all that healthy? * Jock Sturges: highbrow pornographer, or upholder of classical standards of beauty? * Lester Hunt watches Leni Riefenstahl's "Triumph of the Will." * Does the Russian ballet establishment abuse its female charges? * Dark Party Review interviews Glenn Mercer, frontman for the legendary early-'80s punk band The Feelies. * A fabulously sexy NSFW link prompts a a not-bad question. * MBlowhard Rewind: I tried to make some sense of how best to approach the word "intellectual." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 8, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, May 7, 2008


Personality Change via Stress
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- During the weeks leading up to Tuesday's presidential primaries in North Carolina and Indiana, there was scattered commentary that Hillary Clinton had been battered by the competition process into being a better grounded, more likable candidate. No links here 'cause I'm writing this in my Chicago hotel room and will need some sleep soon. In any case the true, or even perceived, persona of H.R. Clinton isn't the focus of this post. But let's begin by assuming that Hillary was indeed changed by her confrontation of reality on the campaign trail. The question is, would such a change be permanent? That is, if she got to be President, would she be the "old" Hillary we know and love from the Clinton White House years or the "new" Hillary that is actually even more lovable. I think we would have the old Hillary. That's because short-term stress in most cases isn't strong enough to create large-scale, fairly permanent personality changes. Especially if the subject returns to his comfortable pre-stress environment. Living in the pampered White House environment of servants and yes-men seems to be an excellent means of personality regression. Perhaps some of the campaign-induced changes might stick, but by "some" I mean "almost none." Here is an example from my past. When I was a frat-rat in college we ran Hell Week initiation rites. On a few occasions we had doubts about some of the pledges who might be initiated. Do we black-ball them or let them become members? One argument for letting them participate in Hell Week was that the experience would "shape them up." So through Hell Week they went. And for a few weeks or a month thereafter, they had indeed "shaped up." Then they regressed. By the end of the school term they were their own not-so smooth selves. This is not to say that hardship can have an effect. It can. But it probably needs to be exceedingly severe (short -term) or else a lengthy process. And the previous environment also needs to have been altered enough that regression is harder to do. Or so I think. What do you think? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 7, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Tuesday, May 6, 2008


Vacation Working
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Do you pack some work or even semi-work along when you go on vacation? I do, and I'm not sure why. That's because I almost never actually work on the work stuff I bring. Which is silly, because all I'm doing is dragging around an increment of needless weight. My "work" can take several forms. For instance, I usually bring some sketchbooks and possible reference material for planning paintings. Other times I'm likely to toss in a book that I think I Really Ought To Read. And for our 7-17 May trip to the Midwest (by the way, thanks for the travel tips, readers), I copied a book project file from my desktop computer to my laptop in the far-fetched hope that I might do a little writing or editing. Why don't I follow through on my intentions? I can't rule out laziness. Or to put it another way, Laziness Rules!! Besides that, travel is a busy time that's also costly. Given the investment, it seems foolish to hole up in a motel room and do stuff that can more easily be done at home; so why not actually sightsee and experience such exotic places as Springfield, Illinois and Dayton, Ohio. Moreover, travel can get tiring when one is in his geezerhood. That boils down to being too ground down to do much more than indulge in light reading in the evening. That's my sad story. Are any of you realistic enough to know that work and vacations don't mix and therefore leave work stuff at home? Or are you a stalwart who actually manages blending work and vacationing? As a parting shot, I really, truly, positively plan to blog while on this trip provided I don't have computer or other trouble. Honest. [Uncrosses fingers] Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 6, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments




Dog Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The Rawness shares a hilarious quick dog video. * Thinking of adopting a retired racing Greyhound? Here's an informative, 19-part guide. I wonder what Gil Roth -- who recently adopted a retired racer -- thinks of the advice. * Patrick Burns writes that dog owners don't need to haul their pets to the vet as often as they're being told to. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 6, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Monday, May 5, 2008


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Among my many failings is an imperfect command of the English language. But I won't let that small detail stop me from calling attention to failings and odd usage by others. Here goes ... * The local Presbyterian Church celebrated its 100th anniversary this past weekend. As part of the Morning Worship bulletin, the pastor included snippets from the 6 May 1908 minutes of the session that established the church. According to the minutes, the founding group of commissioners from the Puget Sound Presbytery met "for the purpose of affecting such organization..." Uh oh. That's effecting, not affecting. These were probably educated men, but those two words, often confused today, were clearly being confused a century ago. * No doubt you've heard and read the term "underdog." What is the term for its opposite? I contend that it is "top dog." But occasionally I see the word "overdog." I suppose that's logical, but I'm pretty sure that it's mostly used by people who can't call up "top dog" while they're scribbling or keyboarding away. No matter the source, "overdog" always annoys me when I come across it. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 5, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments




Office Habits
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- More studies ought to be done of how we inhabit our offices. My own contribution to this field is the observation: Certain kinds of stuff seems to accumulate. But perhaps I'm just a big ol' packrat. What piles up in your own office? I mean, besides work. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 5, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Saturday, May 3, 2008


Hidden Front Wheels
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In the very real world of engineering, you can't optimize everything. Putting it another way, engineering is a realm of trade-offs, compromises. For example, instead of text in that comic-strip balloon above your head, we see a glowing light bulb, and your mind is exploding with the word "Eureka!" You suddenly realized that one way to improve gas mileage of automobiles is to streamline the car's body. That comes from reading that aerodynamic resistance, at speed, is a function of a car's frontal area (the number of square feet/meters at the vehicle's largest cross-sectional point) and the coefficient of drag. For a given frontal area, the resistance can be reduced by improving the coefficient of drag by streamlining the car's body. A brilliant insight, but not exactly new. For example, Paul Jaray was investigating automotive streamlining in the 1920s and took out several patents. The Ill-fated 1934 Chrysler Airflow made use of wind-tunnel tested streamlining in an effort to reduce drag. One of the ways to cut drag is by eliminating or controlling sources of air turbulence. For instance, projections from the car's body such a rear-view mirrors can create turbulence. Since mirrors are essential to driving safety and cannot easily be eliminated, they are now housed in streamlined shields; when I was a lad, they were the shape of a dentist's mirror, presenting a nearly flat surface to the wind. Another source of turbulence is holes or gaps in the body surface. The largest such gaps are the wheel wells. Therefore, when engineers and stylists began to think seriously about streamlining in the 1930s, they set about eliminating wheels wells, both front and rear. Let's take at look: Gallery Boeing P-26 "Peashooter" Reducing drag of wheels was nothing new in the field of aviation. The P-26 fighter, first flown in 1932, was one of many designs that featured streamlined "spats" over the wheels and landing gear struts. This was a compromise. The spats improved streamlining over open struts and wheels, but a better aerodynamic solution was retractable landing gear. But retractable gear were heavy and complicated. So spats were acceptable for P-26s that had a top speed of a little more than 200 mph, but weren't the best solution four years later when Curtiss Hawk 75s could hit 300 mph. Most 75s had retractable gear, but the 75Ns that were sold to Thailand had spats. Norman Bel Geddes model, 1934 Pioneer industrial designer Norman Bel Geddes created several aerodynamic car designs in the 1930s. The copper model shown above has eight (!!) wheels and a body whose interior might have been a akin to todays' minivans. Note that both the front and rear wheels are covered by fenders. Panhard "Dynamic" 140 coupe, 1937 If you look closely, you can see that there are three windshield panes, a large one and small curved ones at each side. Panhard called this primitive wrap-around system panoramique; General Motors mass-produced single-pane wrap-arounds starting in 1953-54. What can't... posted by Donald at May 3, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Friday, May 2, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Lynn is turning 50. Youngster! * Hey, baldness can be studly: Chris White points out the funny and informative Take It From the Head, self-described as "The Gallery of Shaved Head Musicians." Photos and info about tons of musical cueballs to be enjoyed. * Stuff Asian People Like explains that whole badminton thing. * Roissy turns up a study that reaches some depressing conclusions about marriage and sex. * David Chute confesses that he has a taste for melodrama. * Steve and commenters have a lot of shrewd hunches about why our lawgivers think insane immigration rates are such a great thing. * Dark Party Review picks 10 great teenflicks from the 1980s. Hmm: Cute as Molly Ringwald was, I could never really stand John Hughes' work ... So I guess my fave of the bunch is "Valley Girl." Or maybe "Fast Times at Ridgemont High." (UPDATE: Here's a 2004 interview with Molly Ringwald.) * Part of Thursday's translation of Ecclesiastes is going to be published. * Katie Hutchison celebrates some beautiful carriage-house doors. * How are dogs and children similar? How are they different? * Pants for geeks. (Link thanks to the Communicatrix.) * A great line from Baldilocks: "Grown folks expect criticism; children in adult bodies mistake criticism for being dictated to." * Rick Darby speaks up in praise of the wonderfully eccentric jazz pianist Erroll Garner. * MBlowhard Rewind: In this posting I wrote about all kindsashit. The really interesting bit, though, is about the history of the director. Did you know that until the 19th century plays didn't have directors? To quote m'self: "The Greeks, Shakespeare, Mozart's operas, etc -- all were performed without a director." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 2, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments




Links by Charlton
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Websurfing virtuoso Charlton Griffin keeps turning up gems: * Learn about the legendary American landscape photographer Ansel Adams. Don't miss the slide show. * Maybe a few lines and wrinkles aren't such bad things. Interesting fact: "Of the 11.8 million cosmetic procedures performed in the U.S. in 2007, less than 10 percent were done on men." * As if the Marimba Queens aren't enough to make your eyes and ears pop, check out that slap bass player. * Also worth a listen / watch: the Wilford Brimley diabetes dance remix. * Here's a delicious true-crime story about new-style identity fraud, young-and-shallow edition. Here's a page of photos and details that will enhance your reading pleasure. Some more pix. * Thank god for a little truth in college advertising. * The worst of the worst -- and when the topic is musicals, that's saying a lot. * Penis snatching in West Africa is back. Be especially wary around taxi drivers wearing gold rings. *Japanese misuses of English can be a riot, can't they? Those with a taste for the raunchy will want to click here too. * The gas that will turn a grown man into a slacker. * What did Leonardo Da Vinci look like? * Pat Condell isn't a man you can hold back. Here he blasts Scientology. * 18th century England's working classes dressed nattily. Thanks to Charlton. As you may know, I'm a big fan of Charlton's work as an audiobook producer and reader. Help yourself to his new version of "Crime and Punishment" here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 2, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Tuesday, April 29, 2008


Chick Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Polly Frost tells Dark Party Review that she thinks of "Dangerous Liaisons" as excellent erotic fiction. * More Bellucci gorgeousness. * Alias Clio has some tips for da dudez. Ian, Thursday, Peter, and PA offer disagreements, as well as tips of their own. * Postmodern burlesque queen Dita van Teese once made a sex tape. (NSFW) * Thousands of aging British women travel overseas every year looking for sex with young foreign men. Not all of these liaisons work out well. * Gwynnie loves gyro. * Johanna Soderlund thinks that a lot of people might benefit from reducing the quantity of carbs they eat. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 29, 2008 | perma-link | (16) comments





Monday, April 28, 2008


Parachuting Into Flyover Country
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Next Wednesday (7 May) we fly to Chicago for 11 days in the Midwest. Nancy hasn't been there other than airport stopovers, so this trip is for her to get to know that part of the country better. My parents were born in Illinois and Ohio and I've visited the area many times while driving through or when consulting for A.C. Nielsen, General Motors and Chrysler back in the 80s and 90s. But I haven't been there since 2000 or thereabouts and am not up-to-date regarding what's worth seeing. For example, I haven't been to Chicago in about 15 years. I plan to visit the Art Institute. Friends say that a boat tour of the architecture is worth taking. And we'll of course check out the Loop and Michigan Avenue and perhaps one of the zoos. Nancy isn't that hot on technology so we might skip the Museum of Science and Industry and other Midway area attractions. Plus, we don't really want to spend all our time in museums anyway -- my attention span in them ranges between 60 and 90 minutes. Elsewhere, I plan to visit Ford's Greenfield Village and Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn and perhaps take a peek at the Air Force Museum in Dayton to see what's new. Other than that, nothing very definite. We plan to be in: Madison, WI; Springfield, IL; Indianapolis, IN; Columbus, OH and perhaps South Bend, IN in addition to places previously noted. We probably don't have a large enough time budget for spending hours and hours in one place, but if any of you have suggestions regarding interesting places to see along the route I just sketched, let me know. I plan to pack a computer and will try to post when I can en route. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 28, 2008 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, April 27, 2008


CameraLabs
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Shopping for cameras can be bliss, no? I spend far more time researching cameras than I do actually taking pictures. Camera store visits and cruises through sites like DPreview and Steve's Digicams strike me as valid entertainment options in their own right. Question: What is it about shopping for a camera or a camcorder that the testosterone-addled can find so deeply satisfying? Although I've become a fairly well-informed camera shopper, I haven't in fact purchased a new camera in more than three years. I suppose that's partly because the next generation of cameras always seems sooooo much more appealing than what's currently in the stores. Yet the appeal must go deeper than that. Sifting and sorting technical details, comparing and contrasting features, and of course handling machines and imagining what brilliant uses one might put them to ... OK, I guess I may have found my explanation. This is just the kind of shit that boys really like. Hey, where video is concerned: For years I was intimidated by the expert chitchat on various videocamera forums. How could one even consider picking up a videocamera without at least a PhD in electrical engeineering? Then I checked out what these tech wizards were actually putting their knowledge and machines to work shooting, and was able to relax a bit: footage of their kids, their dogs, and their vacations, mainly. Guys and machines, eh? I'm reminded of a charming joke in the film "Amelie." A voice-over introduces Amelie's father, telling us that his greatest pleasure was to spend time in his workshop -- not to build anything, mind you, but to clean and organize his tools. My current favorite online camera-researching resource is CameraLabs, the creation of a British technology writer named Gordon Laing. He's clear, enthusiastic, and crisp; he's opinionated without being obnoxious about it; he's informed without succumbing to total geekiness. He's smart and helpful, in other words -- an ideal camera reviewer, in fact: one whose expertise never blinds him to how we Normals are likely to make use of and react to a machine. And Laing's video walkthroughs of the cameras he discusses are something too. They seem to me to be masterpieces (if hyper-minimalistic ones) of expository filmmaking. It's a pleasing bonus that Laing seems to live and work in Queenstown, N.Z. When Gordon Laing shows off sample photographs, in other words, he's showing pix of some of the prettiest landscapes in the world. At the moment, I'm hesitating between four cameras: this one (great wide-angle lens but can't zoom while taking a video), this one (zooms during video, amazing telephoto lens, but bulkier than would be ideal), this one (fun, but how's the quality?), and this one (seems perfect but pricier than I'd like). Of course I could always put off a decision until next season's models come out ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 27, 2008 | perma-link | (5) comments





Friday, April 25, 2008


Rings and Fingers ... and Symbolism?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- No anthropologist am I. For one reason or another I never took a course in the subject. That's why I'm about to start whimpering and pleading for information from you, our Noble, Learned, Sophisticated Readers. (Buttered up yet? Hope so.) As the title of this post suggests, I'm curious as to how much symbolism is out there regarding rings and which fingers they reside on. I've noticed various things, but have been too shy to ask people whether or not they have any meaning. To begin, in the USA married people tend to wear wedding bands on their left-hand "ring finger" -- the one between the middle and little fingers. But not all married people. When I was young, married men didn't wear wedding bands as much as they seem to today. (This was in Seattle in the 40s and 50s. I could be entirely wrong about this, but my very fuzzy recollection is that male wedding bands in those days tended to be an East Coast or perhaps a Catholic thing.) My father didn't wear one, for example. But I do. What about rings on other fingers? Some people -- usually women -- wear lots of rings at once, sometimes even on a thumb. Let's ignore that because it's likely a fashion quirk and focus on cases where only one ring is worn. Sometimes the symbolism is obvious. This is the case for signet rings which can represent a high school, college, fraternity, and so forth. You squint at the big thing and make out "Purdue University" or whatever. A less obvious to me case is a women wearing a simple band on the ring finger of her right hand or on the middle finger of her left. I can theorize as to meanings, but I don't know for sure because I never asked. Are there in fact meanings attached, or is the ring finger simply being avoided to prevent confusion as to one's marital status? There surely are other ring / finger combinations. Are any of these symbolic? I, and perhaps other readers, would like to know. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 25, 2008 | perma-link | (13) comments




Media Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The Times of London asks a sensible question about Italian wild child Asia Argento. I wrote enthusiastically about Argento's nutty "Scarlet Diva" here. I notice that Argento has just made a film with the brilliant Catherine Breillat, whose "Brief Crossing" I raved about back here. * Marc Andreessen tells the story of the first American newspaper. * Andy Horbal says that Pittsburgh is a great place to be a film buff. I raved about what a cool city Pittsburgh is back here. * Dark Party Review lists some hilarious pop-music guilty pleasures. * Before digital-distribution nirvana arrives for movies, a few elements still need to fall in place: faster downloads for one, and easier ways of charging for content for another. Anne Thompson lays out the big picture here. "We're in the transitional post-major studio pre-Internet era," once source tells Anne helpfully. Anne blogs here. * David Byrne also has a lot of interest to say about digital distribution. * More zany fun from an old J.C. Penny's catalogue. Ah, the '70s, source of so much unintended humor ... * Todd Fletcher points out what must be the swinging-est few minutes ever of The Lawrence Welk Show. Check out Todd's own -- very non-Welkian -- music. It's shimmering, rhythmic, full-of-wonder stuff. * Is it possible to live in the modern world without a cellphone? * Pre-digital special effects rule. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Joe Valdez sees a lot to enjoy in John Carpenter's version of "The Thing." * I have a fan! * Too bad that blogging is bad for your health. * MBlowhard Rewind: I mulled over some recent developments in graphic design. Lotsa visuals. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 25, 2008 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, April 23, 2008


Colleen Recommends
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A few finds from the ever-spirited and flukily-talented Communicatrix: * A yummy bustier made entirely of pine nuts. * Danny Miller pens an ode to the 1950s-era "Mike Wallace Interview" show. "I’m here to say that Wallace’s show was far more incisive, authentic, and hard-hitting than anything on the air today," Danny writes. * A good question -- and some excellent suggestions. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 23, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Monday, April 21, 2008


Sculpted Jets
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I have the impression that artists tend to look down on engineers when they aren't completely ignoring them. Architects are a little more sympathetic, citing certain bridges and other structures as being "beautiful" in the simplified, Modernist sense. Industrial designers in the past tended to hold engineer-designed products as counter-examples to the beauty, sophistication and sales potential that the ID crowd could gladly produce. And it's true that cars designed by engineers almost always suffer by comparison to stylist-designed automobiles. Still, engineers are fully capable of designing beautiful objects. Well, some are. I offer for your consideration two jet fighters designed shortly after the end of World War 2, when jet planes were a new and exciting thing. Gallery North American F-86 Sabre The most subtly-formed part of the Sabre is the area around the air intake at the front. As a pre-teen I couldn't convincingly draw it, and it's not easy for trained artists to get it right. (Although it had other uses, that red thing in the opening is a plug to prevent museum-goers, in this case, from tossing empty soda cups and other trash into the intake.) What makes the nose difficult to draw is the small radar "dome" above and slightly forward of the intake and how it blends with the front profile of the fuselage. Here is a head-on view of a Sabre. Note that the fuselage takes the form of a rounded triangle in the sense that the widest point is near the bottom. This is what the radome had to blend into. The radar scanner had to be projected forward of the rest of the aircraft in order for it to function better. It's possible that the radar "nose nib" might have had aerodynamic advantages for the inlet at certain angles of attack, but that's pure speculation on my part. This picture of a Canadian-built Sabre is intended to give you a good idea how the plane looked. A really attractive aircraft, though a quibbler might mention that the tail surfaces seem slightly too delicate. Grumman F9F Panther This is a photo of a model airplane. I'm using it because it shows the surface sculpting better than did photos I found on the Web of actual planes. The Panther was tubby, unlike the Sabre. This was entirely due to the engines. The Sabre was powered by an axial-flow engine that is comparatively long and narrow -- tube-like. Modern jet-propelled planes are powered by axial-flow engines that are often fattened because of a bypass feature. Many earlier jets such as the Panther had centrifugal-flow motors. In this design -- based on turbochargers -- air smashed into a turning, spiral-flanged faceplate and was spun off to a ring of combustion chambers. Such engines were comparatively short and fat. Worse, for military purposes, they weren't suited for sonic and supersonic speeds. The fuselage of the Panther is round ahead of the wings. Air intakes for the engine are on the... posted by Donald at April 21, 2008 | perma-link | (10) comments





Saturday, April 19, 2008


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * A couple of days ago I wrote about a Yale art student who claimed to have impregnated herself, then aborted, as an art project. I'm not sure why I bothered. I should have known that uber-satirist Iowahawk would pounce, offering an "advertisement" for the "Dynamic Transgression" method of art instruction. (If you're in the mood for potty humor, be sure not to skip the coupon at the bottom.) * Seattle's suburbs got upwards of six inches of snow last night. I've never experienced snow here later than April 3rd or thereabouts (though I heard that we got a late-April snow in 1972). I can visualize the forthcoming headline: New Ice Age Sign of Global Warming -- Gore Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 19, 2008 | perma-link | (60) comments





Sunday, April 13, 2008


MIA
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I've been MIA for the last few days because I've been subjected to an MIA -- a Massive Influenza Attack. Went to bed Wednesday with a tickle in my throat; woke up Thursday with a 102 degree fever; and am only just now re-emerging into some kind of feeble consciousness. Not much has been going on in my brain besides registering aches and pains, marveling at the usual flu hallucinations, and vowing that I'll do a better job of remembering to be grateful for good health once I in fact have my good health back. Well, there has been one small question that has been on my brain. A usage thing. How do you use the word "flu"? When you're sick with it, do you say, "I have 'flu"? Or "I have the flu"? I understand that "flu" is short for "influenza," and that there's no reason to place the word "the" in front of it. But saying, "Oh, it was a little case of 'flu" just doesn't suit my mouth. I feel affected and pretentious if I use the word "flu" without "the" ahead of it. Where do you stand on this key question? Back with a tad more vigor, I hope, in a day or two, Michael... posted by Michael at April 13, 2008 | perma-link | (8) comments




Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yes blogging has been light at the good ol' 2B ranch the past few days. And it will likely stay that way into next week. Partly that's because I'm on the road. We flew down to LA and won't return to Seattle till Tuesday evening. If I can post something before Wednesday, I will. Comments also have been slow to appear. That's because I get to my computer about twice a day while on this trip. And Michael hasn't been vetting and posting comments at all for a few days. Several weeks ago he indicated that there might be times when other events would force him to cut back on blogging, and this might be such a time. Please have patience. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 13, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Wednesday, April 9, 2008


Brutal-Looking Airplanes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Combat -- and most other types -- of aircraft move through air at speeds where the resistance of air needs to be countered by streamlining the airflow around them; one result is that most airplanes tend to look graceful. I wrote about planes that were downright sensuous here. And here I dealt with French aircraft in the era of the transition from boxy flying machines to streamlining that looked pretty awkward. By the late 1930s, most airplanes looked sleek. But not all of them. Some warplanes, rather than being sleek as sabers were as brutal-looking as clubs or maces. Here are some examples. Gallery Consolidated B-24 Liberator The Liberator was basically a boxcar full of bombs. It sported a graceful Davis airfoil wing, but the rest of the aircraft was functional in an ugly sort of way. More B-24s were built than the earlier, sleeker B-17 Flying Fortress (which carried a smaller bomb-load). But the "Fort" was more famous and beloved. Several B-17s are still flying, but almost no B-24s remain, even in non-flying condition. I saw a flying example at Seattle's Boeing Field last summer and parts of another at the restoration shops of the Imperial War Museum facility at RAF Duxford a few years ago. Republic P-47 Thunderbolt One might expect fighters to look graceful, but American World War 2 fighters powered by 2,000-HP radial engines might charitably be termed "purposeful." The P-47 eventually served more as a fighter-bomber than a fighter. Grumman F6F Hellcat The Hellcat was the Navy's most successful fighter during the war. Note the high position of the cockpit; this was to provide better pilot visibility when making aircraft carrier landings. Martin AM-1 Mauler Too late for World War 2 and not quite as good as the rival Douglas Skyraider, not many Maulers were built. Some saw service in the Korean War. An attack plane, it looks more brutal than the fighters shown above. Focke-Wulf FW-190 Big, flat-faced radial engines tend to make fighters look pugnacious. But not always. The FW-190 was not only fairly sleek, but gave the Royal Air Force a lot of trouble until a new series of Spitfires with more powerful Rolls-Royce Merlin motors re-tipped the performance scales. Hawker Typhoon Although it takes some doing, it's possible for fighters with in-line, water-cooled engines to look brutal. Though I should add that the Typhoon, like the Thunderbolt, was mostly used in the fighter-bomber role. Fairchild-Republic A-10 Warthog (Thunderbolt II) Maybe it has to do with that ground-support fighter-bomber role. The A-10 Warthog (officially, Thunderbolt II) is jet-propelled and brutal both visually and in capability. It served in the Kosovo and Gulf campaigns. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 9, 2008 | perma-link | (21) comments





Tuesday, April 8, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Dave Lull spots the first review of Bill Kauffman's new book, and it's a positive one. * Joan Collins learned how to play a bitch by observing Bette Davis. * Perhaps Stonehenge was built by only one guy. * As I've said before and hope to say many times again: There can be no such thing as too many photos of Monica Bellucci. * A link meant specially for Peter. (NSFW, I guess.) * Roissy and crew fantasize about the perfect woman. * Fjordman proposes the creation of a European Indigenous People's Movement. Hibernia Girl signs up. * An Irishman is told by an academic that Irishness is nothing but a social construct. * Thanks to Barry Woods for pointing out this amazing collection of British public information films. That's one fascinating archive of material. * Coming off of a round of chemo, Alan Sullivan watches some costume dramas. * Steve discusses tribalism. * Agnostic visits a dance club and analyzes the sociology of "the grind." * Always on the alert for the role pathogens play in evolution, Agnostic should be pleased by a recent report claiming that the tendency some cultures have to promote individualism and the tendency others have to promote group-centric behavior might well be responses to local pathogen loads. * Dark Party Review lists seven excellent movie fight scenes. * Healthy people tend to be at their least-happy at the age of 44. * Stuff Asian People Like includes Dance Dance Revolution. * So maybe the globalization of culture does deliver some benefits: Link thanks to the Communicatrix. * MBlowhard Rewind: I offered a guide to understanding the French. Key lesson: Don't take their philosophizing seriously. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 8, 2008 | perma-link | (28) comments





Saturday, April 5, 2008


Spring Comes to Manhattan
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- If you keep your eyes open you can glean evidence that the vegetation is once again stirring. All of you who live in less urban settings: Now's your chance to gloat. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 5, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, April 2, 2008


On Editors
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Some people consider me to be a pretty good editor. Well, the folks at the government agency where I used to work did. I suppose that's because I was able to strip out most of the governmentese phrasing, get the logic properly oriented and call attention to phrases that might cause us trouble if published or otherwise read by the wrong people. I was less skilled regarding the mechanics of grammar, however. Spelling, too. And when I was in Korea, I was nominally the editor of the 7th Logistical Command's newspaper. I'm not very fond of editors. Editors are a necessary evil. I think that most writers really aren't very good at evaluating their own work, especially immediately after they finish a block of writing. Someone with a fresh eye is usually necessary. For works in progress, this is often The Long-Suffering Spouse. For scholarly works, the extra eyeballs come in the form of colleagues or peers. But, eventually, the writing meets up with an editor. I wrote a book 30-some years ago, and the editing was minimal. Maybe that was because the subject matter was technical and an editor with the required knowledge wasn't available. I think the book suffered thanks to that production defect. On the other hand, I used to contribute articles to American Demographics magazine and sometimes could hardly recognize any of my verbiage when the printed version arrived in the mail. I don't think what I had produced was all that bad -- a little trimming and polishing would have been good enough. What bothered me about the heavily-edited stuff was that it had my byline, and by that point it was barely my work. I didn't gripe much because I was running a tiny business at the time and needed all the publicity I could get. For many writers, an important joy of blogging is that one can write without having the copy vetted by an editor. The downside is that a lot of the writing isn't nearly as good as it could be: I sometimes cringe when I reread some of my 2Blowhards postings. Dean Barnett, who now writes for the Weekly Standard, mentioned that his policy was to wait at least 20 minutes before posting a blog item. I think that's a good idea, even for the political blogging Barnett does, when there is pressure to get commentary out the door as fast as possible while topics are still hot. For what it's worth, I try to give a piece as many re-reads as possible, even when I need to post something soon. But waiting is better, and I breathe more easily if I can let an article sit overnight or even for a few days before going live. I suppose that makes me my own editor. The quality of my copy probably suffers, but at least I don't take the criticism personally. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 2, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, April 1, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Whatever happened to John Hughes? (Link thanks to Vince Keenan.) Fun to see Kevin Smith calling Hughes the J.D. Salinger of his generation. Deal with it, English profs. * Genre-fiction writer Richard S. Wheeler wonders why people read fiction at all, let alone genre fiction. * Old-timer Shelly Lowenkopf lists some of the cultural signposts of his generation. That's a great reading / listening / viewing list for the rest of us to make use of. * African-American movie critic Mark Harris runs a website devoted to black horror movies. He's a funny, smart writer who deserves to be better-known by those who enjoy reading about movies. And the black angle on horror movies really does pay off. * David Lynch's "Lost Highway" is being turned into an opera. * Another blessing that globalization has brought our way: crime on a global scale. * Prairie Mary reprints the obit of a just-deceased friend who lived long and well. * French filmmaker Bertrand Tavernier is one of those French artists who idolizes American popular culture -- jazz, noir novels, etc. So what has it been like for him to make his first American movie? Hint: too damn many lawyers ... * Would you like your serving of rotted shark before or after your serving of pickled testicles? * Somebody's still making Daguerreotypes! * The British government is now on Twitter. * MBlowhard Rewind: Women certainly adore baked goods. Why? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 1, 2008 | perma-link | (1) comments





Monday, March 31, 2008


NIMBY Forever
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It seems that the U.S. does not yet have a place to permanently store nuclear reactor waste material. Congress acted on this matter in 1982 and waste material has been sitting here and there in sub-optimal locations since then because the promised repository remains to be built. Matters could get worse if more reactors are built in response to a need for environmentally "clean" energy sources. (What sense does it make to charge the batteries of a totally electric car each night if the electrical power source is an oil-fired generation plant?) Seems to me that we've been in a "crisis" mode on this for enough time to have come up with a solution. But politics and interest groups have been working their usual magic. This interests me because I was involved (peripherally, in the extreme) with the repository issue nearly 20 years ago. The original plan was to have several repository sites scattered across the country to spread the risk, so to speak. Over time, the number of sites dwindled down to three, and then, finally, one. The remaining site is the Yucca Mountain site in southern Nevada near where atomic bomb tests were made in the 1950s. My task had to do with population projections of areas near Yucca Mountain -- in practice, this was mostly rapidly-growing Las Vegas and satellite communities; the rest of it is nearly uninhabited. As background, those of us on the consulting team were given a tour of the vicinity, including Death Valley. On our way back to Vegas we spied site-protesters near the Indian Springs entrance to the area. I could understand protesters waving signs if the proposed site was on the Berkeley flats, off Massachusetts Avenue in Cambridge or along the north side of 10th Street in the Village ... but in the middle of a desert?!? Years later I raised this point to a liberal co-worker who assured me that the desert would be a perfectly awful place for a repository. But I couldn't pin him down as to what location might be better. One interesting part of the background touring was a visit to a test bore on the Hanford Reservation in Washington state. At the time, Hanford was still in the running as a repository site, so a tunnel was bored into the lava and other rock as sort of a sketch of an actual facility, including galleries for the storage containers. The layout was similar to that a a large munitions magazine, the rows of galleries isolating comparatively small amounts of dangerous material. We also got to look at an old reactor. Interesting to see the monitoring instruments that were highest-tech in 1950, but looking like old sci-fi movie props in the digitized late 1980s. This sounds (or even is) cynical, but the track record suggests that no repository will be built until there is a major nuclear leakage crisis at one of the many existing storage sites. Ain't government wonderful.... posted by Donald at March 31, 2008 | perma-link | (12) comments





Saturday, March 29, 2008


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * In about half an hour from now (it's almost 7:30 Saturday evening, Pacific Daylight Time as I type this) something called "Earth Hour" will be upon us Left-Coasters. The idea is that we should turn off the lights in the house for an hour in recognition of something or other. Nancy is off attending cultural events with my sister, so I have the freedom to honor Earth Hour in the most appropriate manner. I'll be turning on every light visible from the outside. After all, we had an unusually late snow yesterday and the neighborhood needs all the warmth and cheer it can get. * What ever happened to hat etiquette? It probably disappeared along with the fedora, circa 1960. Just in case you forgot, let me mention that men are supposed to remove their hats when entering a building -- especially a church or a house. But these days, in the baseball cap era, guys leave their hats on everywhere except church. I notice this mostly in restaurants. And if there was a mirror handy, I might even notice myself wearing one in a restaurant. I assure you that I only wear a hat indoors occasionally. Hat-wearing places for me include airports, shopping malls and bookstores -- the latter because I need both hands free for browsing. I tend to wear a cap in fast-food restaurants, but not in fancier ones. Even so, I'm not sure Mother would be pleased. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 29, 2008 | perma-link | (41) comments





Wednesday, March 26, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Maybe it'd be a good idea to take the TV out of the kids' bedrooms. * Lester Hunt adds some shrewd thinking to Thomas Sowell's fab "A Conflict of Visions." * $179 will buy you a neoclassical dildo. And speaking of dildos ... * One the most common architecture-and-design mistakes these days is opening things up too damn much, and bringing in too much damn light. Katie Hutchison shows off a small house with large -- but not oversized -- windows. * WhiskyPrajer flips for "The Complete Western Stories of Elmore Leonard." I love that collection too. * Is Globalization the best way to a prosperous future for all? (Link thanks to ALD.) Or the latest example of totalitarian-utopian insanity? * DesignObserver's Stephen Heller takes a look at the graphics that the Ron Paul campaign inspired. * Are the Dems once again throwing away the Presidential election? * Michael Bierut points out the online pocket-protector musuem. * Asian people apparently love nagging. * When David and Moira saw the Soweto Gospel Choir, the white people in the crowd managed to stay in their seats. Come on, white people. Even if you can't dance, you gotta do better than that. * So maybe there is a way that more money can increase your happiness .... * Home prices in California are dropping by $3000 per week. * Hyper-dynamic, self-empowered, alt-porn feminist / BDSM performer / gallery-owner Madison Young inks a deal with Girlfriends Distribution. (NSFW) * Youthquake in Chile. (Link thanks to Marginal Revolution.) * Slow Food, Slow Cities ... and now, Slow Parenting. (Link thanks to Alice Bachini.) * When a euphemism isn't euphemistic enough... * MBlowhard Rewind: I wanna be like this guy. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 26, 2008 | perma-link | (18) comments





Sunday, March 23, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * PrairieMary wonders if the westerns she just watched were really westerns at all. * I'll bet they have questions. * Didn't the name Sony at one time inspire trust and loyalty? No longer. * Gil Roth and his wife adopt a retired racing greyhound. * Jim Kalb questions whether science will ever give a complete account of life as we experience it. * Gerard Vanderleun reports that San Francisco has lost a lot of its charm. * Now this is a hobby and a half. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 23, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Saturday, March 22, 2008


Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm on the road again. Actually, a non-stop flight to one of those Mexican west coast tourist towns where Nancy is hosting a gathering for her sons and their families. I won't be taking my MacBook, so don't expect any posts from me while I'm away (I return Thursday evening). If it's convenient and not too costly, I might post something brief from an Internet cafe, but don't count on it. What I did do was plant a post in our queue that I'll publish on my return. It was fun to write and I'm hoping that some hackles will be raised. While in lovely Mexico I might have just enough time to throw myself at their generous welfare system. If I hide my passport I might be able to claim Undocumented status; they ought to be highly receptive to that ploy. Then I can request a drivers license. I ought to be able to parlay that into voter registration. Problem: how to vote? I suppose voting against the PRI is generally a good thing. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 22, 2008 | perma-link | (1) comments





Thursday, March 20, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Witold Rybczynski reviews some recent attempts at impressive new downtown libraries. * Bruce Grossman loves that new Charles Willeford reprint. * Michele Somerville thinks that what school kids need most is more gym. * David Pogue flips for the Flip. * Are European women better lays than American women? MBlowhard response: How I wish I knew ... * Clio puts in a good word for pacifism. * Dr. Michael Eades explains the thinking behind the low-carb diet. * This certainly has to be one of the more heavily-commented-on -- or at least enthusiastically-commented-on -- blogpostings in recent history. You go, self-pleasuring post-Riot grrls. * Richard S. Wheeler thinks that novelists who write about the American West should pay more attention to water issues. * Science looks closely into the question of when and whether to stretch. Before a workout? After a workout? At all? And science concedes defeat. * Yummy or Yucky writes amusingly and appreciatively about two trustworthy pleasure-givers: galangal and lemongrass. * Some downtown Woodstock stores prompt reflections about "the hippie philosophy" from Shouting Thomas. * Lester Hunt raves about the movie version of "Persepolis." * The brilliant young designer Maria Wagner of A Swiss String (NSFW) -- whose punkette micro-swimsuits I raved about back here -- predicts that the g-string and the thong will make comebacks in 2008. I hadn't been aware they'd gone away. Still, I'm feeling more cheerful about the year already. Fun to learn that Maria is one of the girls modeling the A.S.S. swimsuits. Go to this page and search her out. * Fred Himebaugh speaks up in praise of minor-league sports. Boy, am I with him on that. * MBlowhard Rewind: I gabbed about some enjoyable erotic movies here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 20, 2008 | perma-link | (7) comments





Wednesday, March 19, 2008


Linkage by Charlton
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- More finds by master websurfer Charlton Griffin: * "What on earth is going on?" the commuters passing through New York City's Grand Central Station asked each other. * Corny film but amazingly evocative art. The world really is full of bizarre and wonderful talents, isn't it? * Is getting a tattoo an edgy thing to do? Or is it maybe a very conservative one? * John Cleese has an announcement for America. (CORRECTION: Thanks to Julie Brook, who points out that this list wasn't actually composed by John Cleese. Here's a fun explanation of the piece's complicated genesis.) * Witness the Japanese way of finding the hottest girl in the world. * Learn a lot about the death of Jayne Mansfield. (Key point: not decapitated.) Interesting to see Mansfield referred to by the person who posted the video as "the mother of actress Mariska Hargitay." * Take-no-prisoners Vlogger Pat Condell certainly knows how to project a lot of personality, score points, and command the camera. * Here's a wonderful compilation of "What were they thinking?" vidclips, set to a very cute pop song. One of my own favorite Oops microgenres these days is the "Newsperson gets wiped out" category. Here's an excellent recent example. * "High-dynamic range" photographs certainly show the world as no photographs ever have before. * The song isn't a personal fave of mine, but it does seem to inspire and move nearly everyone else. * Time to relax and enjoy a bit of well-earned genuine popular-culture bliss. * And a few bonus links from that spirited and talented Communicatrix: You haven't had a real clown nightmare until you've seen this thing. James Finn Garner finds quite the vintage photograph. Humor with pie charts and bar graphs. David Lynch has a message for all of you who want to watch movies on your iPhones ... Charlton reads and produces some of the most satisfying audiobooks on the market. Go here and type either his name, Charlton Griffin, or the name of his production house -- Audio Connoisseur -- into the Search box, download, and class up your listening life. Here's Charlton's latest production. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 19, 2008 | perma-link | (7) comments





Monday, March 17, 2008


Seattle Seen
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Digital photos have been piling up on my computer's disk drive and it's high time the world got to see 'em. Herewith are some pictures of Seattle I've taken over the past month or so: no particular theme. I'll begin with the obligatory skyline shot. This was taken from West Seattle, across Elliott Bay. I forgot to ask that seagull to sign a photo release form. Hope it doesn't mind. Not far from where the previous photo was taken, I noticed this house. I wrote about architecural use of pebbles here, and was not pleased with the idea. The house shown above seems pretty old and has little sign of being anything more than builder-designed. So I present it as a curiosity, not an architectural statement. Speaking of Seattle houses, many modest-sized brick Tudor style dwellings were built during the 1920s. I suppose your town has something like these too. The house shown is nowhere nearly the cutest one I've noticed. I would like to do a posting on these sometime, but I worry about getting in trouble wandering neighborhoods snapping pictures of houses. Immediately to the right of the Tudor-style house is this. I'm not sure whether it is new or simply a major re-do. The glass brick near the entrance is interesting, but I don't like the industrial-looking siding on dwellings. Seattle is noted for airplanes. Here are two parked in front of the Museum of Flight located by Boeing Field. On the left is a Boeing B-47 and to the right is a Douglas DC-2. No, not a DC-3; the DC-2 came first and was a little smaller than the -3. Plane-spotters will notice that the fuselage of the -2 has a more squared-off cross-section than the -3. Note the lights under the nose; these are not found on the DC-3. I noticed this new tour bus parked on Main Street opposite Occidental Park. Hmm. Reminds me of ... ... those 1930-vintage tour buses that used to (and still) roam national parks in the Mountain West. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 17, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Saturday, March 15, 2008


If Germany Had Won the Great War
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- "Alternative History" was a popular sport a few years ago for history buffs. It probably always will be around if for no other reason than politicians and pundits love to criticize and second-guess actions of other politicians. For example, "If only Clinton had resigned when the Monica thing went public, then Al Gore would have been President and would have won the 2000 election. Bin-Laden never would have attacked the U.S., the Palestinians and Israelis would have made peace, we would now have Global Cooling and Earth would be paradise." Or something like that. Fun stuff. And it's generally harmless because it's pure speculation -- certainly after about the second major pivot point is reached. For example, it seems that records show that the German army would have pulled back from the 1936 re-occupation of the Rhineland had the French army moved east to counter it. It's possible that this could have led to a chain of events that would lead to Hitler's toppling and no World War 2. But it's also possible that World War 2 would have happened anyway, at a different time, under different circumstances and possibly with a different outcome. I'm not sure Alternative History would have pleased Leo Tolstoy, who thought Napoleon was rendered a sock-puppet by historical forces. I happen to think that men and randomness shape history -- of the political and military kind, at least -- as much as such "forces" do. What brings this up is that I just read a fairly recently reissued 1935 book about the opening weeks of the Great War by Sewell Tyng. Plus, I have read and re-read Edward Spears' 1930 account of the same period, but from a liaison officer point of view. The Great War is known for its bloody trench warfare which indeed took up most of the four years it lasted. But its opening and closing weeks were marked by fluid campaigns, and the opening campaign very nearly resulted in German victory. Many writers of military history assert that if the Germans had only followed Schlieffen's plan to the letter, their right wing would have swept past Paris and caught the French armies in a huge trap. On the other hand, Martin van Creveld writes that the Germans didn't have the logistical capacity to maintain such an assault and that Schlieffen himself knew it. The Schlieffen Plan and the French Plan XVII aside, Tyng mentions a number of occasions where the tide of battle might have changed had some transient condition or another been in place. Certainly the Germans had the upper hand until the first few days of September 1914. But, as both Tyng and Spears indicate, the sometimes derided French commander Joffre was able to throw the Germans back after having his center and left retreat rapidly while moving forces from his right to create a new army based on Paris. Anyway, just for speculative fun, let's assume that the Germans did decisively defeat... posted by Donald at March 15, 2008 | perma-link | (16) comments





Thursday, March 13, 2008


Psychology Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Dennis Mangan and visitors have a good try at explaining why populations, as they get richer, start having fewer babies. * Rina confesses that she's pretty neurotic. * Roissy has a theory ... * Edward Hadas lists nine bad ideas economists have about human nature. * A yoga class triggers off some humane, helpful, and brainy reflections for Dark Party Review. Yoga will do that sometimes. * Henry Chappell wonders if it's possible to be crunchy and still shop at Amazon. * So long to one of Italy's more common hand-gestures. * Raymond Pert tries going without his mood meds. * Glenda Cooper recounts the history of English romance-novel publisher Mills and Boone, and reviews the way romance-novel storylines and heroines have changed over the years. * Prairie Mary muses about what it's like to have a "Pyrrhic Success." All of us have had a few of those, I suspect. You can now buy a copy of Mary's bio of her onetime husband, the western sculptor Bob Scriver, here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 13, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments





Monday, March 10, 2008


Didn't Do It ... and Glad!
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Joseph Epstein, for many years Northwestern University's pitcher of the wry, writes in the current Weekly Standard about the joys of not having done things. In his case, he mentions Never having owned a station wagon. Never having earned a Ph.D. "Some of the most deeply stupid people in the country have Ph.D.'s." Never having played golf. Not a bad list, that. I can claim two out of three. Unfortunately I let down my guard and got a Ph.D., and from one o' them fancy Ivy League schools, no less. I might never live that down. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 10, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Friday, March 7, 2008


What All Kinds of People Like
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Via Ilkka and TGGP, a few fun and informative variations on Stuff White People Like: Stuff Black People Like; Stuff Asian People Like; Stuff Educated Black People Like. I think it's great when people are frank and funny about group habits, tastes, and preferences, don't you? Let's have a little more earthy, good-natured rowdiness and a whole lot less denial. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 7, 2008 | perma-link | (10) comments





Thursday, March 6, 2008


Lean and Fat Conveyance Aesthetics
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Do humans have an innate tendency to find lean more attractive than fat? I don't know of any research results regarding this question, though I would think that studies have been made. Nevertheless, I suspect that people do indeed prefer lean to fat. This is despite the fact that I'm about 25 pounds over my college weight and in spite of the assertions from organizations claiming to represent overweight people that they are being discriminated against unfairly. Fighting human nature is a long, hard struggle. Just for fun, rather than dealing with humans, let's consider conveyances. They need to be at least passably functional, otherwise they couldn't be sold. But there remains a range in form and appearance within functional parameters. Below are some pairings for your consideration. The fat version is shown first, followed by the lean. Gallery Pan American Boeing Stratocruiser over San Francisco Bay Pacific Northern Constellation over Seattle The Stratocruiser was largely a B-29 bomber where the bomber's fuselage was chopped off just above the wing and a wide fuselage section for passengers was placed on top. That accounts for the odd shape. The justification was that, by using major B-29 components such as the wings, it would be cheaper to build than a totally new design. Also, the lower fuselage section could store baggage and incorporated a passenger lounge towards the rear. The Lockheed Constellation, on the other hand, is considered by many to be one of the most beautiful transports ever built, and I agree. Modern cruise ship Profile view of Normandie SS Normandie - another view The Normandie, like the Constellation, is widely claimed to be a classic; it's certainly one of my favorite liners. Functional purists might flinch at the fact that the rear funnel is non-functional, its presence is for appearance only. Modern cruise ships will probably never be as graceful as the Normandie because customers prefer the multi-deck arrangement whereby each superstructure cabin has its own little patio. The result is a top-heavy appearance that makes me wonder how seaworthy such ships are. U.S. M3 tank German Panther (Panzerkampfwagen V) tank The M3 (known variously as the Lee and Grant) pre-dates the Panther by about three years. Combat in the North African desert demonstrated that it was too tall (too easy to see) and that the inability of the sponson-mounted 75mm gun to traverse placed it at a disadvantage once shooting started. The Panther lacked these defects and looks much better as well. 1949 Nash 1949 Chevrolet fastback Both cars debuted in the 1949 model year. The Nash was the postwar car that most embodied late-prewar notions about the car of the future. The idea was that cars would feature streamlining even to the point where the front (maneuver) wheels are enclosed in the cause of smooth airflow. The result was a car kids like me derided as an "upside-down bathtub on wheels." The Chevy shown here is also a "fastback" style to keep... posted by Donald at March 6, 2008 | perma-link | (14) comments




Federal Objectivity
Michael Blowhard says: Dear Blowhards -- Who says personal tastes and opinions don't play an important role in governmental rulings and judgements? Hmm: Who's cuter? Alyson Hannigan or Jennifer Grey? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 6, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Friday, February 29, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Hot for teacher? * Henry Chappell's visit to the Texas branch of the Tallgrass Prairie is a gem of nature writing: a satisfying, vivid blend of poetry, precision, evocation, and knowledge. It's the kind of thing that I always hope to read when I open a copy of Sierra magazine or Natural History. Fun to see that Henry is a Townes fan too. * Mencius Moldbug and Larry Auster trade blows over the Civil War and the right to secede. TGGP adds his thoughts. * Balance gets to be a challenge. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Agnostic has a theory about why it is many Asian guys are such lousy pickup artists. Then he considers the ballet world -- and finds it pretty sexy. Sadly I have no personal experience to draw on here. But I can report that dancers are widely rumored to be the world's best lays. * Robert Sibley points out that one of the lessons of the great Michael Oakeshott is that we should be wary of losing our heads politically. * Diet Coke and Mentos changed their lives. * Steve Sailer gives a lot of thought to Michelle Obama. Fun to learn that "a couple of months after her husband was sworn in as U.S. Senator, Michelle's salary at the [University of Chicago's] Medical Center was raised from $121,910 to $316,962." * Anonymous confesses that she was always suspicious of her hubby's sexual orientation. "I wanted to have sex every day," she writes, "but he told me I was a nymphomaniac." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 29, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Wednesday, February 27, 2008


Harley Weekenders
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I need help. No, not that kind of help. You see, there's something that has sparked my curiosity for years and it would be nice to finally get the information I need to satisfy it. It has to do with those groups of (mostly) guys who meet up on weekends and go roaring along the freeways and byways on their Harley-Davidson motorcycles. And no, I don't include the Honda Gold-Wing clubbers and other breeds of manifestly "nice" bikers. I'm talkin' Harleys, the black and orange crews. Within the Harley fraternity I'm excluding the ones who are obviously folks who work in offices during the workweek -- guys with glasses and short haircuts. I want to know about the ones with tattoos and long, graying hair worn in pony-tails. What kind of jobs do those guys have that provide the cash to shell out five-figure dollar amounts for a Harley with blinding gobs of chromium plating? I'm guessing that they're blue-collar types, maybe working in manufacturing or auto repair or something like that where gray pony-tails, mustaches and tattoos are acceptable. Hmm. Actually, quite a few kinds of work settings tolerate that kind of appearance. For all I know, those guys are college teachers, ad agency "creatives" or even computer programmers. As I said, I need help. ... Michael? ... Friedrich? ... Shouting Thomas? ... Anyone? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 27, 2008 | perma-link | (11) comments





Tuesday, February 26, 2008


We Want Your Business
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Out in California visiting with the in-laws. A routine business-solicitation letter arrives in the mail. Nothing special. A familiar style of envelope featuring a familiar style of special offer, or something: And inside, a familiar style of friendly-eager letter, featuring a familiar style of contest, or something: It's on its way to the shredder, in other words. But wait. Something has caught the attention. Let's take a closer look at that offer on the envelope: And what was that sweepstakes featured in the letter? Yup, that's right: Today the in-laws received a business-solicitation letter pitching the idea of buying cremation services now rather than waiting 'till the usual time. Some alluring passages from the Neptune Society's letter: More and more people are choosing cremation over traditional funeral arrangements ... The numbers are increasing every year! ... There are several advantages to making your arrangements now. First, you lock in today's price ... As the Neptune Society apparently likes to say: "Cremation just makes sense." Given that one reason that the Neptune Society gives to consider cremation is that "It has less impact on the environment," it seems fitting that the Neptune Society wants us to know that their envelope and letter were both I couldn't help wondering what the "ash" content of this recycled paper was. The reaction of my beloved stepdad-in-law, to whom this letter was specifically addressed? "How did they know where to find me?" Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 26, 2008 | perma-link | (1) comments





Monday, February 25, 2008


Sports Tribalism
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The blood flows passionately through those Obama fans who hope, hope and Hope that He will be the one to end the curse of that nasty old nation-stuff, leading us to the exalted realm of World Citizenship. Yes, that golden goal of everyone being equal, at last! ... aside from those Ivy League grads who will do most of the thinking and all of the deciding. But all that idealism eventually comes up short, confronting what seems to be human nature. You know, the in-group, out-group thing. That starts early in life. For example, when I was in grade school it was our third grade classroom versus those other rooms. Our Cub Scout den versus the other dens in the pack and our pack as opposed to other packs. This concept was brought home to me in college when, for the first time, I regularly read the Seattle Post-Intelligencer (P-I) newspaper. In those days it was the morning paper and the Seattle Times (which my family took) was the evening paper. But the fraternity house subscribed to the P-I so I read it every morning at breakfast. Now, in those days the P-I had a sports editor/columnist named Royal Brougham. Actually he had been writing sports there since shortly after the earth started to cool, and was in his mid-60s when I was in college and still cranking out the content. I suppose almost every city with a daily paper had someone like him at one time or another; if you want more information about Brougham, click here. The point I'm creeping up to is that Brougham was a "homer" -- a super-homer, in fact. When it came to Seattle high school sports, he had no wiggle-room; he couldn't favor one team over another in a column. But when a Seattle team played a Tacoma team, the us-versus-them thing kicked in. It went into high gear when the University of Washington football team was playing any other team. But if the Huskies weren't in the Rose Bowl, then he'd cheer for the Pacific Coast Conference team that did get to play. And, in the Olympic Games, it was our Americans versus those foreigners. Brougham died with his boots on, so to speak. Well, make it that he died with the cover off of his Underwood typewriter. He suffered his fatal heart attack at a Seattle Seahawks game in 1977. Today, there's a street named Royal Brougham Way next to the baseball stadium. One can argue that this is ancient history, that today's sports writers can get away with being more cosmopolitan. And it's probably true, up to a point. Nevertheless, it's hard for me to imagine a sports writer holding his job if he showed contempt for local teams most of the time and favored out-of-town, out-of-state and out-of-country teams. Human nature still rules. Just ask those sophisticated Ivy Leagers; their beloved football teams no longer play in the NCAA's Division I. Maybe they're... posted by Donald at February 25, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Sunday, February 24, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * San Francisco, sunrise to sundown in hi-def. (Fast connection required.) * How bad is it? (Link thanks to FvBlowhard.) * Robert J. Samuelson utters a word that those who lived through the '70s learned to dread. * Tyler Cowen lists his favorite Spanish literary books. * JessiJaymes13 doesn't want to be anybody's ... Well, go there and find out. (NSFW) * Gil Roth flies in over Newfoundland, points his camera out the window, and snaps some spectacular shots of ice and mountains. * Just in case ... * A great idea from Robert Nagle: reviews of exercise videos. * Roger Scruton writes a beauty of a review of Richard Sennett's new book about craftsmanship. * "White flight" is so yesterday. Thanks to insane immigration policies, today's sociological phenomenon is "black flight." * Mark Sisson thinks that even unrefined grains should be avoided. * Tim Hauserman gives the short version of what Gary Taubes has to say in "Good Calories, Bad Calories," and also offers an interview with Taubes himself. * It looks like it's time for the ladies to pick up a vial of "bottom enhancer." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 24, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, February 19, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Guys: Maybe the time really has come to give up the soft drinks. * What should the experts require of us? It seems like it must be a lot of fun to be a nanny-state advisor ... * Why do you exercise? * MoonRiver runs some beautiful reproductions of four of Fairfield Porter's paintings. FvBlowhard and I are both Fairfield fans. Friedrich recently shot off this fun passage to me: I like some of his pictures intensely, others I’m pretty indifferent to. My reaction to him is quite a bit like my reaction to Bonnard, who was one of inspirations. In some pictures both guys are geniuses, in some they look like they’re 12-year-old amateurs.In any case, I always like the emotional tone, the investment in quiet everyday domestic life. I really like the high angle landscape of the parking lot; the generalizing of the color shapes is cool, as is the fact that he preserves the tonal relationships but suppresses most texture. I almost feel inspired to knock out a painting in response to this one! Here's a good Robert Hughes passage about Fairfield Porter. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 19, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Monday, February 18, 2008


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Herewith are two items on the internet that I found interesting and worth passing along. * Talk show host / movie critic / author / columnist Michael Medved mentions here that, of the 43 U.S. presidents, only five had brown eyes. They were Andrew Johnson, Lyndon B. Johnson, John Quincy Adams, Chester A. Arthur and Richard Nixon -- hardly a stellar cast, he notes. Medved wasn't able to find the eye color for briefly-serving William Henry Harrison. He points out that blue, grey and hazel eye colors are vastly over-represented in the presidency compared to the population at large at various times in our history. Fascinating, but I have no idea if it means anything. * Jeff Jarvis took a small, utterly unscientific poll of his readership, asking which daily newspaper features ought to be eliminated in these times of retrenchment. The results are discussed here (scroll down to February 17th). The top ten contenders for oblivion were: Financial tables 43.06% Sports section 21.65% Sports columnists 8.00% Entertainment section 3.76% Movie critic 3.76% Business section 2.59% Syndicated features 2.59% TV critic 2.59% Music critic 1.88% Book critic 1.65% The big surprise was the sports section vote. I always thought that sports was a major reason why guys, at least, bought papers. It's possible that the people who voted were elitist intellectoids who disdain sports. (Full disclosure: I voted, but not to zap the sports section.) Jarvis wonders if sports might be covered by sports-only papers in the future. Surprisingly, Web-booster Jarvis didn't mention that the internet is already crawling with sports sites. By the way, what would you zap? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 18, 2008 | perma-link | (13) comments





Sunday, February 17, 2008


Aiming Too High
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- This isn't new news, but it's worth repeating every so often: An early success can create psychological poisons that inhibit further success. Terry Teachout does a nice job of illustrating this here in yesterday's Wall Street Journal. Some exerpts: We begin after Teachout tells us about Leonard Bernstein's creative collapse following "West Side Story." What happened? Stephen Sondheim, Bernstein's collaborator on "West Side Story," told Meryle Secrest, who wrote biographies of both men, that he developed "a bad case of importantitis." That sums up Bernstein's later years with devastating finality. ... I'd like to put forward Teachout's First Law of Artistic Dynamics: "The best way to make a bad work of art is to try to make a great one." That law was inspired at least as much by Orson Welles as by Bernstein. ... Welles's story is one of the saddest tales in the long history of a hard profession. He became famous far too soon and was acclaimed as a genius long before his personality had matured. At 23 he made the cover of Time magazine. Two years later RKO gave him a near-blank check, which he used to make "Citizen Kane." By then he was convinced that he could do no wrong, and when the money dried up and he had to struggle for the first time in his life, he lost his creative way. ... Voltaire said it: The best is the enemy of the good. Ralph Ellison, like Bernstein and Welles, learned that lesson all too well. In 1952 he published "Invisible Man" and was acclaimed as a major novelist. The well-deserved praise that was heaped on him gave Ellison a fatal case of importantitis, and though he spent the rest of his life trying to finish a second novel, he piled up thousands of manuscript pages without ever bringing it to fruition. Why did he dry up? Because, as Arnold Rampersad's 2007 biography of Ellison made agonizingly clear, he was trying to write a great book. That was his mistake. Strangled by self-consciousness, he never even managed to finish a good one. ... Yes, it's important to shoot high, but there's a big difference between striving to do your best day after day and deliberately setting out to make a masterpiece. What if Welles had gone back to Broadway after "Citizen Kane" and directed "A Midsummer Night's Dream" on a bare stage, with no expensive bells and whistles? Or if Bernstein had followed "West Side Story" with a fizzy musical comedy that sought only to please? Or if Ellison had gritted his teeth, published his second novel, taken his critical lumps, ignored the reviews, and gone back to work the very next day? Then all of those gifted, frustrated men might have spared themselves great grief -- and perhaps even gone on to make more great art. Teachout uses George Balanchine as a counter-example: an artist who kept cranking out ballets for decades. Contrast Ellison's creative paralysis with... posted by Donald at February 17, 2008 | perma-link | (24) comments





Friday, February 15, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Wardrobe malfunction? This little Japanese item is nothing but. (NSFW) * Ward Six comes up with a hilarious list of crime-novel cliches. * Manuel Uribe, who was once the world's heaviest man, has lost more than 500 pounds in the last two years on a low-carb diet. * Alias Clio ponders the latest from British crime-fiction genius Ruth Rendell, and links to a couple of torch songs. Why am I not surprised that Clio loves torch songs? * Yummy or Yucky? tucks into some real Kobe beef. * Matt Mullenix stirs up his first gumbo. * Thursday watches "Juno" and makes a nice distinction between "Blanche characters" and "Stanley characters." I have no desire to see "Juno" myself, but for those in the mood for something quirky with an abortion angle I can recommend another very amusing movie: Alexander ("Sideways") Payne's first feature, "Citizen Ruth," starring Laura Dern at her daffy, flushed, over-impassioned funniest. I also loved "Sideways" and wrote about it here. Lots of visitors had a good time telling me I was wrong, wrong, wrong ... * The Rawness has cooked up a plausible Theory of Charisma: Part One, Part Two. * JV links to some trippy eye-candy. * Brenda Walker is convinced that multiculturalism is bad for women. * Scott Chaffin thinks that people should stop swooning at political speeches. * MBlowhard Rewind: I tackled one of the big ones -- how to handle yourself around that loaded word "art." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 15, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Tuesday, February 12, 2008


Minor (League) Musings
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Fifty years after the cataclysm, it's baseball Spring Training time again. Cataclysm? I'll get to that. But first ... When I was a kid trying (and ultimately failing) to become a fan I got to watch the Angels and the San Diego Padres. No, not those Angels and Padres -- but the Los Angeles Angels and San Diego Padres of the Pacific Coast League. The Pacific Coast League (PCL) in my time was a near-major league, as the link above indicates. Its teams were the Seattle Rainiers (owned by the Rainier Brewery), Portland Beavers, San Francisco Seals, Oakland Acorns (who played in Emeryville), Sacramento Solons, Hollywood Stars, Los Angeles Angels and San Diego Padres. Back in the Thirties Ted Williams (Padres) and the DiMaggio brothers (Seals) were PCL standouts. Occasionally I'd be taken to a game. Otherwise I would listen to the radio broadcast. In Seattle, the announcer was a raspy-voiced gent named Leo Lassen who lived with his mother most of his life. We didn't know that detail at the time. Anyhow, Lassen had a distinctive style and his pet phrases, as most of the better-known announcers do. One of his was when there was a long-ball hit: "It's back, back, back ... and it's over!" -- over the fence. When the Rainiers were on the road, Lassen had to recreate a game from cryptic telegraph reports: no mean skill. Major league baseball was concentrated in the northeastern corner of the country where much of the nation's population also was concentrated. It extended from Boston (Red Sox and Braves) in the east to St. Louis (Cardinals and Browns) in the west. One reason for this geographical concentration was that teams had to travel by passenger train. If I remember correctly, teams played seven-game series over five or usually six days and traveled on Mondays. By rail, a long day's travel could get one from Boston to St. Louis or Chicago; the West Coast would be a three-day haul from Boston -- hence, no West Coast major league baseball. Besides Boston and St. Louis, cities with a team in each league were Chicago (White Sox and Cubs), Philadelphia (Phillies and Athletics) and New York (Yankees and Giants). New York also had the National League Brooklyn Dodgers who came into existence when Brooklyn was still an independent city and were never referred to as "New York Dodgers." One-team towns were Detroit (Tigers), Washington (Senators), Cleveland (Indians), Cincinnati (Reds) and Pittsburgh (Pirates). Like the West Coast, other parts of the country had to make do with minor league teams. This happy, traditional paradise was wrecked by the passenger airplane, which made coast-to-coast team travel practical. Propeller planes could cross the country a few hours faster than trains could get from Boston to St. Louis. Jets do it in six hours or so. And the cataclysm? That was when the traitorous New York Giants and Brooklyn Dodgers fled to San Francisco and Los Angeles and the world... posted by Donald at February 12, 2008 | perma-link | (7) comments





Sunday, February 10, 2008


Popular Culture Can Be Strange
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Did you know that Leonard Nimoy once recorded "I Walk the Line"? Or that Robert Mitchum once posed for the cover of a Calypso record? (CORRECTION: Dennis Mangan tells me that Mitchum performed the record's music too.) Both discoveries thanks to the inspired art-links blog gmtPlus9(-15). Best, Michael UPDATE: Thanks to Lester Hunt, who reminds me that Robert Mitchum also created some music for his film "Thunder Road." I wrote a blog posting about "Thunder Road," a movie I liked very much, here. At his own blog, Lester asks a question about the Republicans that's on many people's minds: "Are these people totally insane?"... posted by Michael at February 10, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Friday, February 8, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Polly Frost gets a rave from Clean Sheets, and interviews the versatile and fiery downtown actor Francesco Paladino. * Four out of every ten Mexican adults say that they would move to the U.S. if they could. * Gavin Andreson wonders what we get out of playing the world's numero uno superpower. * Jimmy Moore is worried about his brother Kevin's weight. * Steve Bodio muses about philosophies of animal breeding and includes photos of some dog breeds you've never heard of. * Cheryl Miller offers her take on the "child-man" controversy here and here. I sometimes find myself wondering if Maxim magazine might not be one of the defining cultural products of our age. Oh, and maybe the Victoria's Secret Catalog too. * Tokenblackchic responds to some viewers who have accused her of not being black enough. * Shouting Thomas continues his tour of Woodstock and offers some sensible perspective on the Presidential race. * Conductor James Macmillan describes how he lost his faith in the left. * Where did all the Russian hotties come from? * Fred Himebaugh seconds my enthusiasm for Paul Cantor's lectures, and beams with justified pride over his daughter's first compositional efforts. * The Google Monster is coming to get you: Link thanks to Charlton Griffin. Here's an interview with the dudez who made the vid. * Roissy has a prediction, and comes up with the best reason I've yet run into to vote for Hillary. * Melissa Katsoulis learns how to write a romance novel -- and gains a little respect for the form as she does so. * Former Rolling Stone bassist Bill Wyman says that he really should have been a librarian. * MBlowhard Rewind: I wrote an introduction to film noir here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 8, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, February 5, 2008


Fernsehen und Baumwolle
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The title of this post, Fernsehen und Baumwolle includes two German nouns that I'll translate below. Words are interesting. While I don't go out of my way to feast on the Oxford English Dictionary or other sources dealing with their history and usage, I do keep my eyes and ears open for interesting and amusing tidbits along those lines. From what I read, English is a kind of giant sponge that absorbs words from other languages when its users are not busy inventing words. Take "television" for example. It uses an English word for "seeing" (itself borrowed from French) and slaps on a highfalutin' Greek prefix having to do with distance. The Germans seem to be less highfalutin' and simply tack their word for distance (fern) onto that for seeing (sehen) to create fernsehen, or television. English is, at its core, a Germanic language. Germans love to build big, long words from two, three or more smaller ones. Other Germanic languages are less inclined to do this; a glance at a Scandinavian-language text usually reveals shorter words than typically are found in German writing. English is also less inclined to word-build than German. But plenty of example are created nevertheless: an instance being, well, "nevertheless." I find some German built-up words rather charming. One is baumwolle in the title above. The English equivalent is "cotton." Baumwolle can be broken into its two components, baum and wolle. Baum is the German word for "tree" and wolle means "wool." So the German word for "cotton" can be expressed as "tree wool." As I said, charming. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 5, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * YummyOrYucky posts a little peanut-butter porn. * More and more journalists are thinking of leaving their field. * Alan Little turns up a sensational map that shows the birthplaces of many American blues musicians. A nice passage from the text accompanying the map: Mississippi is the poorest of all states, but fortunately also has a happier distinction: it’s the place where most of the quintessentially American music genres originated, from blues and jazz to rock ‘n roll. An amazing accomplishment for a state that has under three million inhabitants ... * At his own weblog, Alan confesses that he has been growing more and more interested in yoga theory. I've poked around yoga philosophy and yoga theory myself, and I'm happy to second Alan's opinion. * Don Boudreaux thinks that the just-deceased industrial designer Viktor Schreckengost deserves attention and appreciation. (Link thanks to Dave Lull.) * Laurence Jarvik enjoys 48 hours in Montreal. * The postmodern miaowing at the chickblog Jezebel can make me feel like I'm trapped in a TV showroom where all the sets have been tuned to "Sex in the City" and "Ally McBeel." But I found this posting by an anonymous model about what the modeling life is actually like very interesting. (Link thanks to the Communicatrix.) * Did you know that there's a lost, abandoned H-bomb in the ocean just a few miles off the coast of Savannah, Georgia? Don't I remember that metal has a tendency to corrode? * Jim Kalb writes a lovely, short appreciation of Yasujiro Ozu's "Early Summer." Ozu is one of those landmark filmmakers whose work all filmbuffs should get to know, and "Early Summer" is certainly a good place to start. * Penelope Green thinks that the Slow Movement has been picking up steam. I blogged about the Slow Movement here and here. Fab factlet reported by Penelope Green: A 2005 study sponsored by Hewlett-Packard showed that the I.Q.s of workers who responded quickly to the constant barrage of e-mails they received during the day fell 10 points, more than double the I.Q. drop of someone smoking marijuana. * Bill Kauffman writes a memoir of the Rochester regional writer and novelist Henry Clune. (Link thanks to Dave Lull.) * MBlowhard Rewind: I watched a documentary about L.A.'s poet of grunge, Charles Bukowski. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 5, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments





Sunday, February 3, 2008


Only Funny Once?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowards -- "It's only funny once" was an expression I heard a lot when I was a kid. I haven't heard it much since then, for some reason. From one perspective, it makes sense. That's if humor results from some sort of surprise. In other words, in one way or another, you are led to expect one thing, then suddenly something else happens. It's early and I haven't had my coffee yet, so this shaggy joke is the best I can come up with at the moment. And I'll leave out the flourishes I'd use when telling it verbally. A man and a guy named Benny Schwartz are in a bar having drinks. Benny boasts that he know everybody. The man says "That's ridiculous!" Benny says "Wanna bet?" So the man bets Benny that he doesn't know ... [here the joke rambles on where two famous persons are named and the man and Benny travel to encounter the person who, of course knows Benny]. ... In desperation, the man says "I bet you don't know the Pope." So they go to Rome. The next morning Benny says "Be at the square in front of St. Peter's at noon." So the man goes there. Huge crowd. Has to stand on the periphery. Two figure appear on a balcony, but they are almost too far away to be recognizable. The man turns to an Italian fellow next to him and asks "Who are those men on the balcony?" "Well, I don't-a know about-a the guy in-a white. But the other guy, he's-a Benny Schwartz." If you've downed enough beers and the joke is told right, it's actually funny. But the point is the twist at the end. On the other hand, sometimes repeated humor can be side-splitting. When they were new, Road Runner cartoons had me in hysterics, almost rolling out of my theater seat. I was laughing at the same sort of thing that had happened in every other Road Runner I'd seen. This is a form of the running gag. In those pre-historic, pre-television days, Jack Benny had a wonderful radio program broadcast Sundays evenings featuring repeated items dealing with his stinginess. And then there was his ancient Maxwell car whose start-up was portrayed by Mel Blanc (voice of Bugs Bunny) in virtually the same slobbering way each time the car was in the script: the audience always howled in glee. A milder and more recent example of running gags was the Muppet Show where distinctive characters kept on doing the things they always did and always provoked laughter. Here's my problem: I'm having a tough time trying to analyze why running gags can be so funny. Yes, there usually is a slightly new wrinkle introduced which might offer a tiny element of surprise. Even so, the main element seems to be familiarity. Why should familiarity be funny? The audience recalls its previous happy experience with the joke/situation? What do you think? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 3, 2008 | perma-link | (11) comments





Friday, February 1, 2008


2008 is Bad, 1988 was Worse
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- No, this isn't about lousy politics. Nor lousy architecture, pop music, Po-Mo art or any of the stuff we grumble about. It's about lousy handwriting. My lousy handwriting. Especially my inability to form a proper number 8. It began while I was in grade school. For several years I experimented with various ways of constructing a reliably readable 8. At some point -- I forget when -- I settled on a method. Unfortunately, that method does not work well for me. My 8s often tilt to the right, have flat tops or otherwise can be hard to decipher. Here's what I do. I start a little above what should be the vertical midpoint and make a stroke in a upper-right to lower-left direction. Then I do the curve for the lower loop, cross the initial down-stroke and construct the upper loop, ending about where I began. Much of it is sort of like printing an S from bottom to top. But as I said, the result more often than not is a deformity. Worse, I'm probably too old a dog to learn a new 8-making trick. So now that it's 2008, I'm doomed to writing sloppy 8s every time I write the date instead of the normal three days per month. Of course, 1988 was worse because I had to struggle with two 8s. Thank heaven I didn't live the the 19th century. 1888 would have been hell. Later, Donald UPDATE: My arm is little sore from MB's twist persuasion, but behold some 8s I just wrote.... posted by Donald at February 1, 2008 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, January 30, 2008


A Mercedes Mistake
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Car mavens will recognize this as five month old news. I planned to write about it sooner, but noted that my procrastination rating has fallen considerably since high school and college days and needed a serious boost. Anyhow ... Mercedes Benz unveiled the f700 experimental car at last September's Frankfurt automobile show. I suppose the important news had to do with its novel fuel-economy motor (see here if this interests you). To me, it's the styling that is noteworthy. The work was done in Mercedes' California design center; here are some photos with snippets of its development. Many show cars are future production automobiles with dramatized, distorted features; others are simply design exercises intended to elicit public reaction. Some articles speculate that the f700 indeed previews a Mercedes sedan styling. I hope not. Regardless, let's take a peek. Gallery f700 in profile Nowadays most body shapes are wind tunnel tested, so I assume this was true for the f700. As best I can judge, the inflection of the roof curve is about at the midpoint of the rear-passenger side window -- about 60 percent of the distance from the front to the rear of the car. A typical aircraft wing airfoil for a craft intended to fly at about the top speed of the f700 would probably have its upper curve inflection somewhere in the range 25-40 percent of chord. This suggests that the f700 profile is designed so that the car will experience downforce, rather than lift. Most current cars, especially those capable of high speeds, are designed with downforce in mind, but the f700's shape is extreme. Perhaps this is more a styling gimmick than an aerodynamic necessity. The pinched-looking front (from the rear of the wheel well forward) creates the psychological perception that the car might be under-powered. For decades, car designers have followed the axiom: big hood = big, powerful motor. Front three-quarter view Here we see a massive grille, which tends to soften a little the puny motor message delivered by the low hood. Still, the front end's relationship to the rest of the car strikes me as a design weakness. This is largely caused by the radical dip of the front side-windows and the shoulder-crease that follows it, coupled with the curve of the windshield. These curves, if extended forward, would converge near the front bumper. But they are interrupted by the massive sheet metal surrounding the front wheel wells. The visual effect is that the front of the car is "tacked on" -- that it doesn't really belong to the rest of the vehicle. Rear three-quarter view The rear of the f700 seems weak and nondescript, in contrast to the bold treatment of the front. Perhaps this was intentional; relief is needed somewhere. I find the rear spoiler (that ridge running across the trunk) particularly wimpy. The rear bumper seems too low for U.S. safety standards (as does the front bumper). If something like this car ever... posted by Donald at January 30, 2008 | perma-link | (12) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Polly Frost interviews the entrepreneurial erotica publisher Tina Haveman. * Chris Johnson alerts me to the fact that the Deep Blues Festival will be held this July in Lake Elmo, Minnesota. Tix go on sale in just a few days. * Lexington Green gives "Cloverfield" a rave. * It looks like the battle is all but over and Blu-Ray has won. * Boatloads of trippy bliss for Mandelbrot-set fans. * It's now official: Hello Kitty has conquered the entire world. * Is there really such a thing as a nerd who knows how to dress? I mean, besides Steve Jobs? (Link thanks to Tom.) Incidentally, a lot of guys could benefit from the advice at that site. * Grant McCracken muses on the significance of the demise of the dining room and the rise of "the great room." (Link thanks to The Communicatrix, who recalls the smelly process of giving up smoking.) * Gotta love the logic of Wall Street. * Girish reviews the film magazines. * Steve Sailer ventures some well-judged election-horserace commentary. * When you lose 180 or 200 pounds ... Er, well, your skin doesn't exactly shrink up tight around your newly-svelte figure, does it? Jimmy Moore and Kent Altena tell what it's like to deal with the dreaded "loose flesh." * MBlowhard Rewind: Back here, I visited a slaughterhouse and watched a carrot being picked. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 30, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments





Tuesday, January 29, 2008


Fact for the Day: Wristwatches and Cellphones
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Wristwatch sales have been on the decline since 2001. The reason? People have taken to using their cellphones for timekeeping purposes. A great quote from a commenter at Lifehacker: I taught 55 students in 3 freshman biology labs last fall, and a couple of the class periods required timing an experiment. Only one student had a watch. I was blown away. Best, and evidently retro simply because I wear a wristwatch, Michael... posted by Michael at January 29, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Friday, January 25, 2008


A Quick Word of Explanation ...
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A few surfers may have noticed that, even as Donald and Friedrich have been writing meatier-than-usual blogpostings, I've been chipping in with lightweight stuff. Ultra-lightweight, really: linkathons, free-association binges ... A quick word about that. Jamais deux sans trois (never two without a third), the French like say about the way crises, disasters, and other intensities often arrive in clusters. Well, the last few months have delivered a big cluster of ups and down into my life. At the sad end of things, health problems have hit some people I care about hard. On the sunnier side of the street, a superduper life-change may be in the offing for yours truly. Fingers crossed! What all this has led to, needless to say, has been a lot of tension, anxiety, and racing emotions. While I'm enjoying the back and forth of blogging as much as ever, I've been less able than usual to pull together elaborate blogpostings. I sketch 'em out -- whee, it's always fun to make plans. But then I find myself too agitated to push them through to completion. My backlog of half-finished blogpostings has grown to impressive dimensions. Time for a decision, clearly. Here it is: Until my life calms down a bit, I'm going to let myself be a little scatterbrained, darn it. One thing I'm going to do for a stretch is treat 2Blowhards like a Tumblr blog -- a place to post quick little things: observations, links, pix. I'll have some fun. Love that blogging, of course. But it'll be quick, undemanding fun. Maybe some of my efforts will provide a little something in the way of entertainment and provocation for a few visitors. I hope to be back in the usual ranting and overwriting saddle again in a few weeks. Until then, please look to Donald and Friedrich for heft and substance. And please forgive some more nervous-and-superficial-than-usual blogging from me. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 25, 2008 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, January 24, 2008


Generational Musings: Politics
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It's up to you readers to decide whether or not I've attained Geezer status. (Personally, I'd vote No.) Regardless, I know I've long since reached the point where I can't count on people conjuring up shared images when I mention something. So I think it's time for some musings, and to keep things simple, I'll focus on politics and related world events. In the same sense, a problem for politicians and political commentators is that their audience does not share the same set of experiences. By this I mean, for example, people who remember Jimmy Carter's "malaise" speechifying and circa 1980 "stagflation" might view politics and economics in a different light than those born later. My very own eyeballs have seen, in person, presidents Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy and Nixon. I was close enough to Truman (in 1960, I think it was) to shake his hand, had I not hesitated. I clearly remember the Korean War and all those that followed, though my memories of World War 2 are fuzzy because it ended when I was nearly three months shy of my sixth birthday. Readers age 50 have John F. Kennedy memories akin to my Second World War ones. Readers age 40 are ditto when it comes to Richard Nixon resigning the presidency. You get the idea. Of course, I was in the same situation regarding my elders. When I graduated from high school, it was only 40 years after the United States entered the Great War and there were plenty of men still in the labor force who had gone to France. World War 2's end was only 12 years past, so its veterans were largely thirtysomethings. As for Franklin D. Roosevelt, I knew his name and that he was "President" (the guy who ran the country or something like that). My only really strong memory of FDR was when he died. My mother told me that Roosevelt was dead and, when I got to school for my Kindergarten session, I would see the school flag at half-staff. And, by golly, indeed it was. Speaking of FDR, up through the 1950s and perhaps into the 60s there was a wooden news stand on the sidewalk near the southeast corner of Pike Street and Third Avenue (or perhaps Second) in downtown Seattle. Amongst the newspaper and magazine displays was one of those official government portraits of FDR. The old guy who ran the stand was clearly devoted to the former president. Other people were not. FDR was hated in his time, and the force of this still wasn't spent by my high school days. I hadn't yet read deeply about political and economic matters of the 1930s, focusing more on military matters. At any rate, there were plenty of books and magazine articles dealing with two major issues. One issue (which seems to be with us yet) is whether or not Roosevelt allowed the attack on Pearl Harbor to happen. The other issue was in... posted by Donald at January 24, 2008 | perma-link | (13) comments





Monday, January 21, 2008


The Ultimate Career Move
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Ever-prolific Terry Teachout, in his 19 January "Sightings" column in the Wall Street Journal (a current link is here), deals with the effect of death on artistic reputations. Here is a sampling: Is dying really a shrewd career move? Cynics, art dealers and humorists seem to think so. ... [On the other hand] Arthur Rubinstein was one of the most successful classical pianists of the 20th century, but his recordings, unlike those of his arch-rival, Vladimir Horowitz, stopped selling soon after his death in 1982. It was as if his charismatic onstage physical presence had been necessary in order to persuade listeners of the artistic quality of his exciting but sometimes slapdash playing. ... What is it about the demise of an artist that so often triggers a reconsideration of his significance? In the short run, the Death Effect arises in part from the publication of obituaries that discuss the whole of his achievement, admiringly or otherwise. ... Not only can such articles stimulate renewed critical debate, but they may also have the unintended consequence of bringing a freshly deceased artist to the attention of younger readers hitherto unfamiliar with his work. [Teachout goes on the mention George MacDonald Frazer, author of the "Flashman" series.] ... Another aspect of the Death Effect is the undeniable but nonetheless macabre fact that an artist's death makes it easier for critics to sum him up -- and for dealers to set a price on his work. You can't trust a living artist not to lose his touch or change stylistic direction, much less to keep his output low enough to make it more valuable to collectors. ... I'll add that an obvious route to obscurity is to be an artist in a field where no permanent records are left once that artist has done his thing. Consider the performing arts in the pre-film, pre-digital video era. For instance, I strongly suspect that 18th century English actor David Garrick would be far less known today were it not for Boswell's account of Garrick's association with Dr Johnson. For artists such as painters and novelists who leave tangible products, there seems to be no surefire way of predicting posthumous reputations. The fickle hands of fashion and what group constitutes the arts Establishment at any given time determine this. Given that both fashions and Establishments aren't permanent, the likely result is a cyclical, roller-coaster reputation path for those artists who don't drop out of the picture permanently. In painting, it took Vermeer centuries to become famous. John SInger Sargent's reputation crashed right after he died, only to be revived circa half a century later. Andy Warhol's rep is still cruisin' without a speed bump 21 years after he went to that big Factory in the sky. My bet is that he'll eventually be rated as DaDa-like prankster -- not an important artist. But that's not likely to happen until the current Establishment gets pushed aside. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 21, 2008 | perma-link | (6) comments





Sunday, January 20, 2008


Fact for the Day
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Men fart more often than women do, but women's farts stink worse. Source. Fun to learn that Michael Levitt, the world's leading expert on farts and farting, is also the father of Steven ("Freakonomics") Levitt. Semi-related: Back here I wrote a bit about Joseph Pujol, the 19th century French music-hall performer known as le Petomane, or The Fartiste. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 20, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Friday, January 18, 2008


Guerilla Burger Wars
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- My wife isn't a fan of one of my peculiar activities, so I have to sneak off without her in order to indulge. Well, I did so today, anyway. And it's hard to do, I might add. Do what? Stop in at an In-N-Out Burger fast-food joint. (Here is a lengthy Wikipedia write-up and here is the company web site, if you aren't familiar with In-N-Out.) And why is it so hard to do? Am I that much under Nancy's thumb? The second question is debatable, but the first one can be answered clearly: there are no In-N-Outs in Washington state, where I live. None in Oregon, either. In fact, In-N-Outs can be found only in California, Nevada and Arizona. Nancy and I did stop at an In-N-Out perhaps three years ago on our way from the Bay Area to the Mendocino Coast. That was my first brush with it, and the place was jammed. There's an In-N-Out in Gilroy, California, not far from where we used to live, but I never ate there because the lines were huge at lunchtime. Today Nancy was skiing while I was snooping around the valley below her timeshare. On my way into a shopping area just south of Carson City, Nevada I spied an In-N-Out. Despite being on a post-holidays food-intake watch, I decided to indulge myself because I'd forgotten what In-N-Out burgers taste like and was curious why they seemed so popular. So I parked the car and walked over to the restaurant. The end of the line-up was just outside the door. In honor of my weight-watch, I ordered only a simple burger, catsup-only, plus fries. Perhaps a bigger burger would have been a better test, because the basic item has a pretty thin meat patty. The verdict? Definitely better than McDonald's and Burger King, a little better than Wendy's, and perhaps on par with Seattle's Dick's chain. (The Dick's comparison is an apples-oranges one because Dick's products are deliciously greasy and In-N-Out's are more dry.) I'm not yet sure that In-N-Out's products are ambrosia. For a more detailed analysis, we'll just have to persuade Michael to ask The Wife, who apparently is an In-N-Out fan (scroll down). Both In-N-Out and Dick's stress quality and taste, and they apparently deliver, as their local popularity indicates. Even though they necessarily must compete against their big-chain rivals, their guerilla warfare approach seems to work. Size isn't always everything. In fast food, anyway. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 18, 2008 | perma-link | (14) comments




The Australian Open, Co-Starring Ron Paul
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Tennis season 2008 kicks off with the Australian Open. Keep up to date with the progress of the tournament the YouTube way. Best, Michael UPDATE: Dept. of For-Those-Who-Can't-Get-Enough: Justin Raimondo analyzes why the "beltway libertarians" have it in for Ron Paul. (Link thanks to the Man Who Is Thursday, who really ought to be blogging more often, nudge nudge.) UPDATE 2: Steven LaTulippe, whose writing I've only begun to explore but so far like very much, offers another take on the Ron Paul affair. Nice passage: Even if Ron Paul wrote every word in every one of those articles, how does that compare to the death and destruction the neocons have rained down on Iraq? ... If Ron Paul’s candidacy is now tainted for (allegedly) slandering people of color, what should be the political punishment for Giuliani, McCain, Romney, and others who supported mass death and dismemberment of a third world country? Here's a stirring Ron Paul moment that Fox News censored, er, chose not to broadcast, no doubt in the interest of fairness and objectivity. Fox's Sean Hannity pays the price. Links thanks to John Zmirak.... posted by Michael at January 18, 2008 | perma-link | (14) comments





Thursday, January 17, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Steve Sailer wonders how and why so many Eastern European gals got so hot. Dennis Mangan ventures a theory. * Roissy is convinced that many men ought to think twice before getting married. * John Derbyshire loops together Ron Paul, Jamie Kirchick, and Flashman. Now that's one virtuosic columnist. * Formerbeltwaywonk starts a WordPress.com blog. Great passage from one of his first postings: "Political correctness is a very strong signal of statism. In the mind of a statist, something is either required or banned." * Hadleyblog's Mitchell allows himself to wax a little nostalgic for old-style political primaries. * Is lowering your cholesterol always a good thing to do? Perhaps not. * Speaking of which ... The Houston Chronicle's Ken Hoffman visits with Tom Naughton. Tom talked to me about his diet-and-food film "Fat Head" here and here. Tom's own website is here. * Low-carb blogger Jimmy Moore talks about food and exercise with weightlifting hottie-nutritionist Jean Jitomir. Jean herself blogs here. * Welmer thinks that those interested in new painting of the "skill and beauty" sort should look to Beijing. * Here's an amazingly informative and concise short video interview about typography with Michael Bierut. Michael blogs at Design Observer. * Virginia Postrel talks to filmmaker Gary Hustwit about "Helvetica," his documentary about typography. * A 1958 short movie about turkey courtship. (Link thanks to Guy, a commenter at GNXP.) * Bravo to the New York Times for gathering up the courage to pay a visit to the boogeyman himself, Chicago's Richard Driehaus, a major sponsor of today's classical revival in architecture. Is The Times -- which usually functions as the propaganda organ of the starchitecture establishment -- becoming a wee bit more open to what's actually happening in the world and a little less focused on what it thinks should be happening? Here's a Chicago Magazine article by the same writer about Richard Driehaus. * Oh dear. * The Derelict remembers the days when New York City seemed like the center of the universe to her. * Roosh visits the Third World and, unsurprisingly, picks up a parasite. * A venture capitalist tries to learn about the future of media by observing his kids. Me, I'm still trying to figure out what the purpose of Facebook is. * The Book Addict is pleased by the loony, perverse genius of crime novelist Charles Willeford. * Alias Clio wants to come back as a surfergirl. * "Hand over the money or I'll switch this vibrator on!" Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 17, 2008 | perma-link | (17) comments





Wednesday, January 16, 2008


Fact for the Day
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A major reason to be grateful for living in a First World country, IMHO: More than 65% of India's rural population defecates in the open, along roadsides, railway tracks and fields ... And about 70% of India's billion-plus population live in its rural areas. Wow, almost a half a billion Indians crap in the open every day ... Me, I say: "Praise the heavens for modern plumbing." Source. Link found thanks to Vdare. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 16, 2008 | perma-link | (14) comments





Thursday, January 10, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Professor Weevil is having a book sale. * Polly Frost gets a rave from the classy new erotica review Lucrezia, and gives a funny interview to Foreward magazine. (Scroll down a bit.) * Jon Hastings has discovered the fun of Tumblr. * Richard S. Wheeler thinks that Jack Schaefer, the author of the famous western novel "Shane," deserves to be known as one of America's greatest novelists. * An apt (and very true) line from Vince Keenan: "Say what you will about the 1980s, but it was the last decade that knew how to deliver quality sleaze." Ah, for the days of Michael Douglas sex thrillers. I mean that seriously, by the way. * Excellent rant. * Videoblogging cutiepie. * Wondering how to dress the next time you go out? Here are some inspired suggestions. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin) * Charlton also points out this fascinating story about Soviet-era Russian cowboy films. Who knew? * HispanicPundit smartly sorts out how "ethnic poverty" is likely to be discussed by a liberal, a conservative, and a libertarian economist. * Marc Andreessen shows how one social-networking-service deals with the inevitable porn question. Hey, if it's what people are really interested in ... * Rick Darby suspects that Nicolas Sarkozy has good taste in women. * Marcia and Lorenzo review "No Country for Old Men." * I don't know which is funnier: The New Republic making a fool of itself attempting to smear Ron Paul via some old newsletters; or the spectacle of legions of apoplectic Ron Paul supporters standing up for their hero. Sigh: politics, eh? UPDATE: Ron Paul is interviewed by CNN. Tucker Carlson interviews The New Republic's Jamie Kirchick, for whom the term "wet behind the ears" might have been invented. Here's another interview with Jamie Kirchick. * MBlowhard Rewind: I marveled at how really strange and bizarre many people in the cultureworld are. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 10, 2008 | perma-link | (38) comments





Tuesday, January 8, 2008


Amateur Sociology
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Tyler Cowen visits a Costco for the first time. Commenters -- nearly all of them male -- tell him why they love to shop there. * Steve Sailer asks, Why do so few male golfers seem to be gay? Commenters try to puzzle it out. As for Costco, I've only visited a few times myself, but what has struck me most vividly is how much guys seem to enjoy shopping there -- and I mean guys of the "I usually hate shopping" kind. There seems to be something that feels right about the Costco experience to many straight guys. What could it be? I'm flailing, but it seems to me that guys may find the warehouse setting pleasing (no frou-frou) and the limited selection on offer a relief. (We like it when taste doesn't enter into the equation too vehemently.) And the possibility of bargains on "bulk" items may appeal to our underexercised Neanderthal mammoth-hunting instincts. As for gays 'n' golf: I wonder if the shortage of gayguyz in golf might have to do with the fact that golf has somehow become the last refuge of the big ol' square straight guy. No need to be in shape. No need to dress sharp -- anything but! Lots of dopey masculine ritual, dopey masculine joshing, and dopey masculine mockery. Zero gossip. A general "Lordy, I do appreciate a few hours away from the wife" atmosphere. And the food usually stinks. What's in it for a gay guy? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 8, 2008 | perma-link | (14) comments





Monday, January 7, 2008


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * It's National Football League playoff season and television is filled with even more hours of football talk than usual; on Super Bowl day, the pre-game blather goes on for hours. When I was younger, I used to spend a lot of time watching such programs. That's because I was more emotionally involved with some of the teams than I am now. It can be easy for pointy-headed pseudo-intellectuals who spent time in Ivy League schools (Who? Me?) to utter the dreaded cry "Tut-tut" about staring at the tube -- er, flat-panel -- through hours of speculations, game highlights and post-mortems. But I won't do that. Instead, I have come to praise the ex-jocks seated behind those long desks. What, you ask, is the redeeming feature of sports-blather? It's the analyses. Part of formal education is learning how to evaluate evidence and draw conclusions. For some guys, doing that in a classroom setting can be a chore. But voluntarily listening to the analytical ex-jocks followed by similar chat with buddies on the playground, in the dorm, at a bar, uses mental processes similar to those when trying to find three levels of meaning in a Robert Frost poem -- and it's a lot more fun. * This is a bleg (begging on a blog). As some of you might recall, I'm pondering writing a book about painting. I want to get an outline and related material completed so I can pitch the concept to publishers. An item I need to deal with is Western art history narratives that have been proposed since the heyday of Abstract Expressionism (the 1950s). I have seen bits suggesting that the Post-Modern era is considered a-historical. That is, things have become so fragmented that they cannot be encapsulated into a narrative. That seems plausible, but I need to document it (or its contradiction). I see plenty of art criticism books in bookstores, but I don't want to spend a lot of money and time dealing with what is a side-issue to my project. So, do any of you have any suggestions regarding good, solid sources on post-1960 art history narratives that I might be able to look through and cite? I'll greatly appreciate any help I can get. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 7, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Sunday, January 6, 2008


Waikiki Report
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- There seems be some kind of expectation that I post a photo report upon my return from a trip. I was in Honolulu for a week centered on New Year's Day. Even though the Waikiki section of Honolulu is probably one of the most photographed spots on Earth, I'll serve up the following images for your amusement. Gallery This was taken on Kuhio Beach, the main public beach at Waikiki. The weather was mixed the entire time we were in Hawaii; instead of sunshine and humid heat, we experienced showers nearly every day. Note that the beach area is in sunshine while the sky is mostly purple cloud with rain falling in the distance. Also seen along the beach were plenty of tattoos. I wasn't packing my camera the day I spied a man whose face was mostly covered by a greenish-blue tattoo. Looking northwest along Kuhio Beach. The low, pink building is the famous Royal Hawaiian Hotel. Not seen are the high-rise hotels and condos across Kalakaua Avenue, which defines the landward side of the beach park. A closer view of the Royal Hawaiian. It's one of our favorite hotels on Waikiki. We don't want to spend the money to stay there, but do shop, drink, eat and admire the architecture and decoration. When I first visited Honolulu (1963) the Royal still stood out -- high-rise buildings in the neighborhood were rare. Nowadays, much of Honolulu near the shore from the harbor to the zoo in Waikiki is dominated by tall buildings. Waikiki and Honolulu's Ala Moana shopping mall crawl with fancy stores such as Hermès, Gucci, Prada and, as shown here, Louis Vuiton. The Vuiton building dates back to pre-war days when it housed a Gumps (from San Francisco) store. Although some modernization was done, much of the original character remains. Not all Waikiki shopping is upscale. A few blocks from Louis Vuiton lies the International Marketplace, a warren of shopping stalls where one can buy trinkets, aloha shirts and other tourist-oriented goodies. When I first visited Waikiki, most of the buildings were small, wooden structures such as the one shown here to the left. This house lies between Kalakaua and Kuhio avenues near the heart of the hotel / condo high-rise area. It's probably one of the last remaining houses in the neighborhood; even "low-rise" areas nearby are comprised of apartment buildings two or more stories tall. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 6, 2008 | perma-link | (2) comments





Friday, January 4, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Jimmy Moore comes up with a Presidential nominee I could get behind. * A blog's gotta have a theme, I guess. * Philip Weiss has a daring wrestle with that most taboo of thinkers, Kevin MacDonald. * DVD Spin Doctor lists his top 20 DVDs of 2007. * Kirsten Mortensen says goodbye to a loved but difficult dog. * Author Mark Lilla writes that commenters and bloggers have offered sharper responses to his recent book than trad book reviewers have. Who needs critics, eh? * Reviewing a poetry collection, Prairie Mary gets off some shrewd observations about autobiographical writing, and about relationships between older men and younger women. * Terrierman runs a gorgeous photo of an almost perfectly preserved baby mammoth. * Katie Hutchison praises Shaker blue and a modest beach boardwalk. Why does anyone ask for anything more from architecture? * Shouting Thomas recalls some lousy bands from the '60s. Man, there really were a lot of those around, weren't there? * Derek Lowe confides that some -- and maybe even many -- scientists just aren't made to be managers. * MBlowhard Rewind: I maintained back here that, where artchat goes, it's vitally important to distinguish between "modern" and "modernist." Don't let the bastards get away with claiming that modern has to imply modernist! Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 4, 2008 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, January 2, 2008


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Marc Andreessen thinks that The Economist needs to go back to school. * Is Keynesianism a religion-like belief-set or a reasonable way to understand some of what happens in the world? * Alex Tabarrok wonders if it makes sense for the federal government to be subsidizing air transportation into and out of backwaters. * Steve Bodio's photos show how clear the air at 6500 feet can be in winter. * The 1990s saw the biggest population boom ever in American history -- thanks to, as you might have guessed, crazy immigration policies. This article includes a helpful reminder that back in the 1970s it was widely thought that America's population was leveling off, and that that was a good and desirable thing. * Steve Sailer suspects that maybe more kids should be dropping out of high school. An eye-opening fact that I found in Steve's piece: "Almost half of Hispanics in this [18-24] age group immigrated within the last ten years." * Roissy thinks that the girliness of girls' handwriting is biologically based. * The Neutralist is glad to see that John Derbyshire has wised up. * Riva Greenberg finds that eating low-carb keeps her diabetes under control. * Meet William Banting, the original low-carb dieter. * Multimedia journalist Tim Overdiek shows what "repurposing your content" is all about. * Hey, how about a career in television? (Link found thanks to Tim Overdiek.) * MBlowhard Rewind: I mused about the differences between one's tastes in sexual material and what a sensible public policy about the stuff might be. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 2, 2008 | perma-link | (9) comments





Tuesday, January 1, 2008


Bagatelle
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I suppose I exaggerate slightly. But still ... Based on my wife's experiences in the Puget Sound area, all inexpensive hairdressers and manicure gals are from Vietnam. And they all are named "Linda." Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 1, 2008 | perma-link | (7) comments





Monday, December 31, 2007


Gadgets ... and Tools
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Christmas is over, sales have started, and I was wandering through Honolulu's Ala Moana shopping center this morning in a probably futile attempt to burn off some flab. In addition to Gucci, Prada and their Italo-ilk I noticed a Sharper Image store. I almost never shop at Sharper Image, but decided to go in anyway and see what they are offering these days. About a third of the way around the store I spied it: an electric necktie rack. That, my friends is a GADGET!! Which got me to thinking. I've never been fond of gadgets, but my father liked them a lot. He wasn't compulsive about it, mind you; he'd just bring one home every few months. And I would think "Why the hell did he buy such a silly thing?" Unfortunately, I can't remember what it was he bought in those days -- say, from 1955 to 1975. Nor do I know why he bought them. Perhaps they were a kind of toy. Or maybe because he was an engineer, he liked whatever cleverness there was in the design. As for me, I like tools. I don't have many tools, but if I have need of one and it's affordable, I don't hesitate to buy it. That's because a good tool can be used again and again. [Gives matter further thought] Some objects are clearly tools (a screwdriver, for instance) and others are obviously gadgets (what I saw in Sharper Image). They form opposite ends of a continuum of things that perform (or help people perform) tasks. To me, gadgets perform tasks to a ridiculously automated/mechanical and non cost-effective degree. Yes, pushing a button and having that electric tie rack display ties in rotation strikes me as silly because it didn't seem to be able to hold more than around 30 ties. But the gadget operates on the same principle as those gizmos (tools, actually) in dry cleaning shops that allow the clerk to find your stuff amidst a hundred other garments. Or consider an electric screwdriver. If you only need to place or remove screws occasionally, it borders on being a gadget. But if you work with screws a lot, then the convenience and saving of wear and tear on your body make it a true tool. Then there are wine bottle openers. The most basic tool-like opener has the curled metal point we're all familiar with along with some kind of lever at the other end. You can buy one of these for a few bucks. Then there are large, heavy, complicated devices that almost seem to suck corks out of bottles; some of these can cost a lot of money. At what point does gadgethood kick in here? Yes, it seems to be an eye-of-the-beholder thing. But I still don't care for (what I consider to be) gadgets. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 31, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Friday, December 28, 2007


Holiday Air Travel Question
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Before the Christmas-New Year's season, the news media were full of speculative stories about how horrible air travel would be over the holidays. Christmas is over, so I suppose we're at least halfway through the process. And I'm wondering how things are going. Rather than dreary old data, and in the spirit of those news geniuses, I delcare that it's time for some serious anecdotal evidence! I'll start with me. Our December 21st flight from Seattle to San Francisco (Alaska Airlines) went well; we arrived on time. Our December 27th flight from San Francisco to Honolulu (American Airlines) arrived a tad early. The only bad thing was a nasty, unexpected bit of turbulence about 700 miles from the Islands. On the other hand, Nancy's cousin's family on a December 26th flight from Seattle to Honolulu (Northwest) had a six or seven hour delay because an improper flight recorder had been installed the night before and the error wasn't detected until the flight deck crew was running through their checklist. A correct part had to be flown in from Minneapolis. I'm not out of the woods yet. On January 3rd we fly to LAX (American) and then up to Seattle (Alaska). Until then, I'll relax and sip some Kona coffee. But how about the rest of you who've been flying during the holiday season? Any good / bad /interesting things to report? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 28, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, December 23, 2007


Generic Heroism
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Slowly but surely, as they say, Seattle's Museum of Flight is becoming a major-league aviation museum. The tipping point was reached when it acquired the Champlin collection of World War 2 aircraft and built a special wing to display some of these and related planes. Naturally, every good thing (to Seattle airplane fans if not Champlin-less aircraft buffs in Southern California) can have a downside. To me, the downside was the name the museum gave to the wing housing Great War and WW2 planes. The call it the Personal Courage Wing. I'm not a pilot, so by my reckoning learning how to fly takes "personal courage." Going into mortal combat is a order-of-magnitude step higher in the courage department, I believe. So why didn't they call it the "War Years Wing" or maybe the "Aerial Combat Wing?" Beats me. But Personal Courage Wing strikes me as a politically correct gesture to suit liberal Seattle, even though part of the museum's funding came from Boeing. And didn't Boeing manufacture a few B-17s, B-29s, B-47s, B-50s and B-52s? Y'know, combat planes. Later, Donald BLOGGING NOTE: I'm writing this in the Bay Area and will be heading for Honolulu the 27th. I'll try to blog from there, provided that either (1) my cell-phone Internet connection is available or (2) our hotel has free Internet service ... though I'll have to buy an Ethernet cable to make that work, I suppose. And if all fails, I'll be back blogging January 4th or thereabouts.... posted by Donald at December 23, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, December 20, 2007


100% Cotton Art
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Michael Wade points out a gallery of mugshots showing suspects wearing wonderfully goofy t-shirts. Which reminds me of one of my favorite half-baked theories: that "the funny t-shirt" is one of America's most vital art forms, and that the people who create clever t-shirts may be America's most unfairly-overlooked artists ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 20, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments





Wednesday, December 19, 2007


Grinch Moment
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I don't know how you're contending with holiday season but, as for me, I'm (as I am every year) holding my breath until it's over. In NYC, holiday season extends from mid-November (what with Thanksgiving madness) through January 1. To my mind, that's a much-too-big chunk of the year. There are times when I don't mind humoring the general culture. Gotta go along with things, might as well be cheerful about it, life could certainly be worse, etc. And in the abstract I can even summon up some benevolent feelings. I approve of rituals, it's fun hearing from people, and I'm a big fan of parties. But the reality of America's holiday season just plain grates on me. Lordy, at the end of the year we really overdo it, don't we? By my lights, anyway. The sentimental feelings, the cards, the crowds, the shopping, the jiggered work schedules -- and especially the way the whole process drags out for week after week ... It's too damn much. It feels like a form of social bullying. And it does leave me feeling resentful. Why don't we confine the fuss to a single week, treat ourselves to one big party, and limit present-giving to children only? That would suit me, at least. The way we actually go about the holiday thang, though ... Well, sometime in early December I put my head down, do my best not to feel too irked, and try to stay focused on my real end-of-the-year goal, which is to survive the obligations without coming down with the flu. I suppose the holidays can be fun for very young kids, and maybe for parents of very young kids too. But for everyone else ... Why don't more people feel ashamed, even embarrassed, about the amount of emotional-physical-financial emphasis that we place on the holidays? Hey, Americans: What do you say we finally get around to growing up? And if I never hear any of the more-familiar Xmas carols again -- especially in "swinging" or "jazzed-up" versions -- I'll definitely die a little happier. Deep in Grinch mode, Michael UPDATE: Stephenesque recalls the exact moment when he lost faith in Santa.... posted by Michael at December 19, 2007 | perma-link | (14) comments




Male Members
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Attention, dudes: Don't tick off a Thai woman! Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 19, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Tuesday, December 18, 2007


Handles
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Usability expert Donald Norman tries to make some sense of the washrooms in the New York Times' up-to-the-minute new headquarters. Back here, I asked what still strikes me as a key question: America, land of dynamic and exciting innovation, or country where you can never be sure how to use the faucets? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 18, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, December 16, 2007


Juicing
Friedrich von Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards, The scandal raised by former Senator George Mitchell's report on steroid and other drug use in professional baseball raises an interesting question: why exactly are sports fans upset by performance enhancing drugs? Granted, our society honors professional athletes and is worried about illegal drugs, so it's possible that this is ultimately an anxiety about making drug use seem glamorous or simply profitable. But I don’t think that any amount of recreational drug use by athletes would generate this level of social disapproval. After all, it is certainly possible to view steroids or epogen or human growth hormone as chemical training aids, like lifting weights or running sprints. Use of performance-enhancing drugs has associated dangers, but you could say that's an issue for the athlete to ponder. Are their benefits (fame, fortune, records, sexual opportunities) attractive enough to counterbalance their risks? We allow athletes to make their own choices about the possible dangers to their person and lifespan from bulking up to play football, for example. Likewise, we allow pitchers to risk permanent injury to their shoulders, elbows and wrists from hurling baseballs at more than ordinary human speeds. Why aren't we willing to let them make up their own minds about performance-enhancing drugs? You could also make the argument that because such drugs are either stigmatized or illegal, the people who do use them are getting an unfair advantage over those who are more law abiding. Of course, this could be resolved by making them legal and de-stigmatizing them. I don't think people want to do that; most fans seem to want to eliminate them altogether. Why is this? Not to dismiss the force of these other arguments, but the best answer I've been able to come up with is an evo-bio one. To wit, that most people unconsciously view sports as a display of reproductive fitness, not merely one more entertainment option among many. And those people don’t want their athletic displays of reproductive fitness being fiddled with by chemical means. If you make this assumption, it sorts out what is really different about performance-enhancing drugs from other training aids. It’s okay to allow athletes to train for competition, because the discipline and capacity for hard work are also sexually desirable, inheritable traits. It’s okay to build up your body with weights, because the ability to maximize your muscularity is again an inheritable trait. And being crafty about your training regimen is a tribute to the athlete’s intelligence, another capacity transmittable to one's offspring. Steroids, on the other hand, are clearly not inheritable and thus 'cheating'. A less reproductively fit athlete, one likely to produce less capable offspring but who is taking steroids can appear better than a more reproductively fit athlete who isn’t juicing. Granted, if you would allow all the athletes to juice, presumably the most genetically gifted would still shine through relative to the other elite athletes. But in that situation you would trample on yet another emotion inseparable from... posted by Friedrich at December 16, 2007 | perma-link | (21) comments





Saturday, December 15, 2007


Aerial Warfare Seen from 1910
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Forecasting -- make that serious forecasting -- isn't easy. That's because, even if you get the broad sweep of things right, many details are likely to be wrong. Or maybe you nail some details and blow the big picture. A safe (i.e., defensible) way to forecast is to extrapolate from the past. And when the forecast proves inaccurate, the forecaster can shrug his shoulders and blame history. Things become more difficult when a major new technology enters the scene. Because it's new, there's no history to extrapolate. In this case, the forecaster has little choice but to grope around for what he hopes is an appropriate analogy. That's what some people did at the dawn of heavier-than-air aviation when the question of aerial warfare came up. The closest analog they could think of was naval warfare. The naval analogy made sense because early airplanes were doing well if they simply took off, climbed a few hundred feet into the air, circled around for a while and then landed safely. While airborne, they pretty much stayed in a horizontal plane; aerobatic maneuvers came a few years later when comparatively light, powerful motors allowed heavier, stronger airplanes to be built. During the Great War fighter aircraft engaged in swirling dogfights, but that was the future observers around 1910 were scratching their heads about. Airships -- blimp-type craft and dirigible Zeppelins -- were even more constrained to a horizontal maneuver plane than aircraft. Given the horizontal nature of flight at that time, it was easy to look at naval warfare, fought on the essentially horizontal plane of the sea, as the analog. So we have aircraft armed with shell-type guns taking pot-shots at each other. Just for fun, here are two nicely done illustrations of future air war as seen circa 1910 by newspaper artist Henry Grant Dart. For more on Dart and his work, see here, here and here. Gallery Air-sea battle at night, 1910 Going Into Action - 1907 Exciting stuff! The aircraft are pretty much at the same altitude and the two in the middle-ground indeed seem to be firing back and forth. Note the men standing on decks in the craft at the lower right. It looks a lot like naval destroyers of that day. The dual-mounted guns on the lower, forward deck appear to be drum-fed rapid-fire cannon of perhaps three-inch caliber. Science fiction pioneer H.G. Wells wrote a book called The War in the Air in 1907 featuring dirigibles and airplanes. I read the book back when I was in high school and don't remember much about it. The link provides a plot summary but doesn't describe the aircraft and how Wells imagined them fighting. One hundred years later, we know how aerial warfare actually happened. This makes the early speculations seem quaint. But I'll bet that Wells' book and Dart's pictures excited a lot of boys back then; they would have excited me. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 15, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments





Friday, December 14, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Researching a biography of the burlesque star Lili St. Cyr, Kelly DiNardo learns that Lili was a serious heroin user. Kelly blogs here. * So what is rockabilly? Hey, here's a dynamite example. * Preserve your favorite snowflake forever. * Jen Jordan recalls the early days of commercial hard drives. Now we're on the verge of terabyte thumb drives. * Curious Expeditions takes a look at some castles built by self-taught builders. * Barbara Fisher tries "minimally processed" organic milk and loves it. * Philip Murphy celebrates some sizzling Frenchwomen. * Their parents apparently didn't tell them not to play with their food. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * In a heroic posting, Mencius tries to separate out the quack economists from the real economists. * Get your upscale sex toys here. My favorite is a spanking paddle "ethically made by a fair trade project in India with wood from a substainable source." Despite my giggles, I do find this a beautiful and seductive site. (NSFW, of course.) * I like a girl with a great big Bible. * Glenn Abel pays tribute to the subtle and refined low-budget horror impresario Val Lewton. * Thanks to Dave Lull, who points out a good Steven D. Ealy review of a book about Michael Oakeshott, my favorite philosopher. * Dave also points out a Terry Teachout blogposting about John Silber's new anti-starchitecture book. Is the tide finally starting to turn against the starchitects? Here's a video interview with Terry. * You can listen to a lot of interviews with cultureworld figures here. I especially enjoyed the merry-spirited playwright Alan Ayckbourn and the Zen-Rabbi-troubador Leonard Cohen. The Howard Hodgkin talk is a letdown, though. * Culturebargain: The respectable press loathed Joel Schumacher's Angry-White-Man revenge melodrama "Falling Down," starring Michael Douglas. I found it very satisfying: irreverent and exciting, and with a hard-to-resist instinct for the jugular. Amazon is selling the DVD of the film for $5.49. * MBlowhard Rewind: I raved about Alberto Cavalcanti's brilliant 1947 British gangster movie "They Made Me a Fugitive." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 14, 2007 | perma-link | (12) comments





Thursday, December 13, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Cowtown Pattie gives "No Country for Old Men" a cowgirl nod of approval. * David Chute expresses reservations about the Coens' film here, and links to a molto fabuloso clip from Sam Peckinpah's wild-and-woolly 1973 "Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid." Now that's some real '70s filmmaking: half the purest bullshit, half the most heavenly, turbulent, emotionally-wrenching gorgeousness you could ever ask for. The fact that it's impossible to separate the bullshit from the beauty is very '70s too. Lordy, when Slim Pickens staggers off into the desert and sits by the water ... Did even Tinteretto hit these kinds of ecstatic / painful highs? I treated myself to a full-blown Peckinpah Moment back here. * The next "Jackass" movie won't be released to theaters at all. It will be distributed online instead. Does what used to be known as the "distribution bottleneck" exist any longer? * WhiskyPrajer confesses that he's addicted to Men's Health magazine. I buy it sometimes too. I wonder why. Tyler Cowen tries to figure out how to manage his magazine subscriptions. * Don't overlook James Kunstler's Eyesore of the Month. Those daffy architects! How will they ruin our shared environment next? * David Chute's buddy Ramesh reports from Japan that Tokyo has become a "gay man's dream." (Note to DavidC: Move off of LiveJournal now! WordPress.com is free!) * Will the French ever be a world power in terms of culture again? (Link thanks to FvB.) * Ed Gorman flips for Joseph Lewis' "Gun Crazy" and has some smart things to say about how pacing has changed in recent decades. * Spaniards are eating more saturated fat yet suffering fewer heart attacks. * Low-carb enthusiast Jimmy Moore answers a question many low-carbers have asked: What kind of fruit should people on a low-carb diet eat? Jimmy talks with a "Biggest Loser" contestant here. * Stanley Coren offers a list of the five best books about dogs. (Link thanks to Terrierman.) Henry Chappell marvels at the way suburbanites can work themselves into a tizzy about the presence in the neighborhood of a single coyote. People really can overdo the "safe and secure" mania, can't they? That's a very sweet photo that Henry has taken of his dawg Cate. * Steve Bodio finishes his book and uncorks a barrage of links. * Tim Worstall has the goods on that NASA sex tape. * Scott thinks -- no, knows -- that there can be such a thing as too much healthy living. * Does Israel have a say in determining America's foreign policy? If you read the NYTimes it can sure seem that way. * Hibernia Girl does a beautiful job of spelling out some of the reasons why migration issues are a major political concern these days, as well as why people shouldn't be shy about raising the topic. * Culturebargain: Those of you who still own a functioning Walkman might want to pay a visit to Books on Tape,... posted by Michael at December 13, 2007 | perma-link | (42) comments





Sunday, December 9, 2007


The 'Cuda That Couldn't
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- This time the picket ships did what they were supposed to, spotting the incoming bomber fleet and reporting position, vector and velocity -- unlike the sequence of errors two weeks previously that left the east side of Providence, Rhode Island in flames. Within minutes, the squadron of long-range FM-1 interceptors was airborne from its Otis Field, Massachusetts base, slowly climbing and aimed for a point over the Atlantic that would be reached in two hours, placing them in position to attack the German bomber stream. If all went well, they would seriously thin the attackers who then would be largely finished off by shorter-range P-38s over Long Island a hundred miles short of their target, New York City. . . . . . Success! There were the Germans, about two miles to the south and 1,500 feet below, well away from any sheltering clouds. The FM-1 Airacudas banked right and assumed four "vics" of three attackers each -- but spread out more than the similar Hurricane formations that failed to successfully defend England two years earlier. The 'Cuda vics would attack in sequence and each aircraft would focus on its own target. The squadron commander swiveled his head from side to side, making a final check of the 37-millimeter cannons and their loaders positioned in the front part of the engine nacelles mounted over each wing. Then he refined his course slightly before handing control over to the gunnery officer seated behind him. He also involuntary tried to make himself a smaller target for defensive machine-gun fire from the bombers even though there was an armor plate just ahead of the instrument panel and the center cockpit glazing panel was inch-thick armored glass. The plane shuddered from the recoil of the cannons as each fired off ten rounds. A second later, the left wing of the target seemed to hinge upwards and then the aircraft rapidly dropped, the wings closing on one another like scissor blades. One of the cannon shells must have hit a wing spar. The second bomber they attacked showed no sign of damage. Better luck with the third target: this time, the central part of the fuselage seemed to vaporize into flame. The commander instantly wrested control back and tried to maneuver the heavy interceptor away from the cloud of airborne debris the German bomber was rapidly becoming. Close call, but safely through. And also through the bomber formation. Now it was time to climb a few hundred feet and slow a little to let the bombers pass below. Then another attack could be made. Firing ten rounds each per target, the cannons had enough ammunition for 15 attacks. Provided, of course, that the Airacuda didn't get shot down by the defenders. Well, that's the way I imagine how the Bell YFM-1 Airacuda was intended to perform. Gallery Bell YFM-1 Airacuda The aircraft in the upper photo is one of the last ones built. It lacks the "blister" machine-gun positions... posted by Donald at December 9, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Thursday, December 6, 2007


A Brand for the Ages
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I used to pay attention to beer brands back when I was young and drank the stuff fairly regularly with fraternity brothers, army buddies and grad school chums. Nowadays, beers are flying well below my radar. That's why I was startled earlier today while cruising the freeway and passing a beer truck with an odd image plastered on the sides and rear. A country scene with a moose standing in a pool or lake or something. (Remember, I'm driving 60 miles per hour, the truck is in the next lane to my right, and I can't do more than glance its way.) And what's that just below the Moose's head, that white area there? A waterfall in the background? No. Could the moose be drinking from a fountain of some sort? No, again. Why, it's ... Moose Drool Brown Ale from Big Sky Brewing Co. of Missoula, Montana. I am ashamed that I'd never heard of the brand. What a treasure! Okay. So it's not genteel. But if you're in the twentysomething-male demographic hotspot for beer marketers, the name is fabulous. Image some Gallatin Valley ranch-hands or University of Montana students near the brewery snorting with laughter when hearing "Hey! Let's swill some Moose Drool!" Guys can be gross. Gross can be fun. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 6, 2007 | perma-link | (12) comments





Tuesday, December 4, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * When should a traditional journalist credit a blogger? * Roissy thinks that a little attention to personal hygiene might be in order. (Extreme vulgarity alert, which should come as no surprise to fans of Roissy.) * Apparently it's true: Americans get the majority of their calories from soda pop. * Hibernia Girl shows how to express concern about immigration policy and demographic shifts in a civilized and nuanced way. * Kathy Foley reports that Facebook is big in Ireland, and that she has finally learned how to enjoy getting poked. * For the first time ever, DVD sales are declining. * GNXP's Herrick interviews James Flynn. Steve Sailer interviews himself. * PoddyMouth -- who isn't the old PoddyMouth -- offers a lot of zesty, informed, and helpful coverage of the print-on-demand scene. * Finland: land of very strange competitions. * MM vows to be more charming in the future. * Some guys have it and some guys don't. (Links thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * A list with almost too much of substance and wisdom in it, from Execupundit Michael Wade. My favorite is #11: "If you want to make something permanent, call it a pilot program." * Ira Levin, the brilliant author of "Rosemary's Baby," "A Kiss Before Dying," and "The Stepford Wives," has died. I rhapsodized about Ira Levin's writing here. * So has '70s-era hero / legend / joke Evel Knievel. Lexington Green evokes the man and the era well. * Dennis Mangan raves about dynamic young orchestra conductor Gustavo Dudamel, and links to a scorching video of Dudamel at work. * Polly Frost interviews a couple of wonderful Downtown NY artists: the cartoonist Tom Hart and the novelist Silvia Sanza. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 4, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Monday, December 3, 2007


Lean Christmases
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It seems I've been AWOL the past few days. That's because I had the flu. Today we're having a severe storm and the garage is flooding. Oh, and the cold I was catching when the flu hit has been unmasked: I don't know if it was running parallel with the flu or was on hold, eagerly waiting to pounce. But I'll find out soon. At least I drafted one of those memoir pieces before I got sick and, for what it's worth, here it is: * * * * * I was fortunate enough to have been born into a middle-class family. Aside from the Christmas when my parents wisely did not buy me an electric train (I soon might well have become too old for it as a kid and was much too young to become a true grown-up train hobbyist), Christmases were satisfactory for me in the stash department. They were satisfactory because of ignorance, when I was little. It had to do with timing. And location. As long-time readers know, I was born about two years before Pearl Harbor. I have a fuzzy memory of Christmas season that year -- my father and uncle having a serious discussion, probably about the war, I now realize. But I don't recall anything about presents I received. A year later we were living in a thinly-settled suburb about a mile north of the then Seattle city limits. Wartime. No nearby kids my age. Gasoline rationing that might have prevented me from vising my cousins in town (I don't remember wartime Christmas visits, though we certainly visited that day, post-war). In other words I was celebrating Christmas isolated from other children aside from my sister when I was three, four and five years old; no basis for comparison, but that might not have mattered anyway. Besides gasoline rationing there were other shortages. Metal, for instance. I recall stomping on tin cans in the driveway (after my mother had removed the tops and bottoms) to flatten them for metal drives. So metal toys were scarce or non-existent. The one metal toy airplane I had looked a lot like a Seversky P-35, sort of like this one: Except mine was better. It had a propeller that would spin, the landing gear retracted, the cockpit framing was better-done and it even had little bumps indicating rivets, if I remember correctly. (Sigh. Wish I still had it.) But my P-35 was probably a pre-war present. Wartime toy planes were crudely-done plastic jobs. Another toy I remember was a wooden pop-gun type cannon painted olive drab -- just like genuine army cannons! Yes, I got Christmas presents. But not many and few or none made from "strategic materials." Mostly I remember the Christmas cards and decorations -- not toys. Christmas 1945 was still a bit meager though I didn't realize it. Revelation came in 1946 when there was a ton of stuff under the tree. Age seven, it dawned on... posted by Donald at December 3, 2007 | perma-link | (12) comments





Tuesday, November 27, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Stephen King has some thoughts about what ails the short story. (Link thanks to Dave Lull.) * Cryptic yet satisfying, not to mention dependably provocative: OOCRadio, a blog by a guy who enjoys Antonioni, death masks, and Philip K. Dick. * Steve Sailer links to some pieces reporting that the excellent Shelby Steele is writing a book about Barack Obama. * Vanessa discovers her favorite Chicago pizza. * TerrierMan makes a heckuva case for gun ownership, and links to a hilarious video clip about Thomas Midgely Jr., history's greatest environmental troublemaker. * The state of Pennsylvania doesn't want you to know whether the milk you're thinking of buying was produced with the aid of growth hormones. * Bestselling author Tess Gerritsen figures out how many copies a book needs to sell to make it onto the bestseller list. Though the word "bestseller" certainly sounds impressive, the sales figure that makes a book a bestseller is amazingly small. I wrote about some other aspects of bestseller lists back here. * Thursday contrasts the "creative artist" and the "critical artist." * MBlowhard Rewind: I expressed the hope that the monopoly of the "taste mafia" should break up soon. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 27, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Friday, November 23, 2007


Visual Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * I've just enjoyed going through the website of Gabriella Morrison, a Canadian artist who left a perceptive comment on Donald's recent Italian-painters posting. A little Wayne Thiebaud, a little Emily Carr, a little Philip Pearlstein ... I'm just describing, by the way. I have no idea if Gabriella considers these painters to be influences. She makes quiet, warm, relaxed work that's also witty and incisive, and genuinely bohemian. It's the kind of art that makes me want to go take an art class -- which I mean as a high compliment. * I'm also lovin' the funky wooden bas-reliefs of Dutch artist Ron van der Ende: satellites, photocopy machines, and old cars presented with a captivating combo of model-making, little-boy mischievousness and grown-up gravity. * Figure-drawing buffs won't want to miss this marvelous animation. * Thanks to Jonathan Schnapp for pointing out Sexy Losers, an online comic strip about arty kids. Much of "Sexy Losers" is really filthy in an old-fashioned underground-comix way, so be warned. Or be delighted. * Michael Bierut wonders what it takes to do "ugly" design properly. * Michael also points out a terrifying set of pages from a 1975 J.C. Penny's catalogue. The '70s, eh? It's the decade that keeps on giving. * Browsing bliss for fans of pulp art. * Tim Souers takes a look -- actually, a number of looks -- at Barry Bonds. * Brown eyes, blue eyes ... What kind of difference might it make? * MBlowhard Rewind: I wrote about the one-of-a-kind San Francisco artist known as Jess here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 23, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Sunday, November 18, 2007


Thanksgiving Pie
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The Daughter makes a pumpkin pie for our Thanksgiving here in Las Vegas. And then ... well, watch the whole thing. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 18, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments




Links by Charlton
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Virtuoso websurfer Charlton Griffin volunteers some recent finds: * Compare the vital stats of different Zip codes. I've already spent a couple of hours on this one ... * Do Japanese ads seem brilliant to many of us just because they're so strange -- or are they really brilliant? * Forget the big threats. How about the little ones? * Kitty says, "Hallelujah!" * Al Bundy finally goes to the dentist. * Finally, an easy-to-understand explanation of the subprime mortgage crisis. * OK, I'm impressed. But I'll be even more impressed if you can put them back in. * Become an expert on the architecture of New York City. * The real test of cowboy macho. * It's Mozart vs. James Bond. * Shall we join the Church of Tom Jones? * The winner of the "Salesman of the Day" Award. * If all our laws were thoroughly enforced, we'd all be in jail. * I wanna be a pop star. * Talk about an essential life skill ... * Yaaaay! Potting training!!! Here's a brilliant little put-on that Charlton either devised or has passed along that we'll do well to keep in mind as election season progresses: Recent hurricanes and gasoline issues are proof of the existence of a new chemical element. Research has led to the discovery of the heaviest element yet known to science. The new element, Governmentium (Gv), has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons, and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312. These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons. Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert; however, it can be detected, because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A minute amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second to take from four days to four years to complete. Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2- 6 years; It does not decay, but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes. This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass. When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium, an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons. Thanks to Charlton Griffin. If you haven't been visiting this blog for long, you may be unaware that Charlton is one of the best producers (and readers) of audiobooks around -- I'm a major fan of his work. Explore the titles Charlton offers here; type his name into Audible's Search box and download a few. The iTunes Store works... posted by Michael at November 18, 2007 | perma-link | (10) comments





Wednesday, November 14, 2007


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Supposedly, during World War 2, if a sentry was confronted by someone claiming to be an American but who didn't know that day's password, the sentry would ask "Who's in first place in the National League?" or something to that effect. The concept being that only a Real American would know such things. Perhaps when I was of soldiering age I might have known: nowadays I'd be shot on the spot. The only sport I follow these days is football, and only casually at that. I'm following the fortunes of the University of Oregon team (Number Two, as I write this) and will pay more attention to the NFL as the playoffs get closer. Here in the dank Pacific Northwest the two big professional sports stories are (1) the Seattle SuperSonics basketball team will probably head to Oklahoma, and (2) Seattle has received a Major League Soccer franchise. To which I say ... [Yawn]. The Sonics won the NBA title in 1979, which created excitement hereabouts. But that was nearly 29 years ago, and I haven't cared about them in ages. So good riddance. The new soccer team (that's what we enlightened Yanks call football, overseas readers) is interesting mostly because of its ownership which includes Microsoft gazillionaire Paul Allen and TV personality Drew Carey. According to an article in this morning's paper, a few teams in the league are actually making money. We'll see about the Seattle effort. Isn't soccer played in the summer? That's when grass grows around here and it'll be difficult to decide which will be more exciting to watch. * The previous item ought to rank as one of my all-time dumb cliché and trite idea-fests. If this blog had lots of ads and a tip-jar I'd probably have a spot-the-varmints contest and offer a prize. But we don't. So I won't. * A favorite Las Vegas pastime is imploding outdated casinos. And they do it with style! Well, in Las Vegas style. Here is a link to The Daughter's video of yesterday's demise of the New Frontier. Speaking of Vegas, we'll be there next week. Posting by me will be lighter, and I'm hoping that the Thanksgiving weekend will distract you from heavy blog-reading anyway. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 14, 2007 | perma-link | (20) comments





Tuesday, November 13, 2007


All Those Horrible, Terrible Tourists
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- My sorta-neighbor (well, we both live in the Seattle area) travel entrepreneur Rick Steves mentions in his guidebooks that this or that site is too touristy. He's not alone: other guidebooks and many travelers express the same lament. Unfortunately for him, my newly-minted but probably not original Iron Law of Travel Writing holds that, if a site is praised in travel books/films/videos/etc., the tourists will come. Lots of them, eventually. And local shops will begin stocking souvenirs and other trinkets. It certainly happened to Steves when he gave a huge boost to the five small Cinque Terre towns at the eastern end of Italy's Ligurian Coast by featuring them in his guide books and television show. The undertone to his treatment of Cinque Terre in his latest Italy book is that he wishes the place wasn't so overrun, but deserves to be a highlighted destination nevertheless. I don't consider myself a travel snob [pats his own back] but gobs and gobs of tourists in a limited area can get annoying. Here are some examples from my own travels. I visited Prague in July, 2000 and it was somewhat crowded. I visited it again on the last day of September 2006 and it was even more crowded; crossing the Charles Bridge (Karluv most) was a struggle. This was when the tourist season should have been over. I was in Cinque Terre early this October and the place still had lots of tourists -- again after the expected peak. This made me wonder how crowded the little towns were during the height of the season. The Waikiki beach and hotel area crowds are surely nearly all tourists. Florence is usually jammed. This is especially so on and near the Ponte Vecchio and in the squares near the Ufizzi Gallery and the Duomo. On Sundays, many tourists are Italians from nearby towns and smaller cities. This is because nowadays (more so than even a few years ago) stores in the tourist areas are open, whereas Sunday shopping is much more limited elsewhere. To be sure, London, Paris, New York and other tourist destination cities gather plenty of sightseers. But these places are so large that tourists can be overwhelmed by the even larger crowds of locals -- except around mecca sites such as the Louvre, Eiffel Tower, Statue of Liberty and Tower of London. Travel writers seem to take pride in discovering the undiscovered: an Italian hill-town or a French village untouched by tourism until the next edition of the travel book hits Barnes & Noble's shelves. I was offered food for thought about this several years ago when visiting St. Cirq-Lapopie on a hill above the Lot River in southwestern France. The place had been "discovered" (which was why we were there) and already had its establishment of restaurants and gift shops. There were nearby towns, none of which were touristy. I got to thinking that St. Cirq probably looked much like the others a few... posted by Donald at November 13, 2007 | perma-link | (14) comments





Monday, November 12, 2007


Armistice Day Musings
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yes, yes. I know it's "Veterans' Day" officially and that it's November 11th and not today, the 12th (even though banks, schools and government agencies are closed today in many parts of the country). But it was Armistice Day when I was a kid and I claim The Right of Whimsy to keep calling it that. And to call "Beijing" Peking and so forth. Anyway. Yesterday in Church the pastor had veterans stand to be recognized by the congregation. There weren't all that many of us and a fellow behind me wondered that so few younger people stood. He should have known it is a matter of history and law, along with other things. So this afternoon I got to musing about military service while driving back from an emergency trip to the dentist (part of a crown cracked off). I'll deal with my own family, because I know the details best. For some reason, my bunch skated through the wars of the past 150 years unscathed while some other families had entire generations of males wiped out. My father's mother's father either (1) bailed out of Germany in perhaps the 1850s or 60s to avoid conscription or (2) was wounded and left for dead on a pile of corpses during a war. My grandmother, who had some credibility problems when storytelling, provided me the second version when I was ten or so: other kin were inclined to favor the first story. Even at the time her story didn't ring true because I knew that she was alive at the time of the Franco-Prussian War. Moreover, today I'm inclined to doubt that he was involved in the two Prussian wars in the 1860s because that didn't give him much time to get to Chicago and start a family by 1870, when my grandmother was born. My father's other grandfather (born 1837) enlisted for the Civil War and served a year or two as a musician -- apparently musicians doubled as stretcher-bearers, so there was risk. He and his fellow Ohioans were first sent to central Missouri, a border state, where there was concern about Confederate sympathizers and raiders in 1861. Then his unit was transferred back across the Mississippi and was involved in early stages of the Tennessee River campaigns before he completed his enlistment. I have a copy of his diary, but it mostly notes what the weather was; army life can be pretty dull, even in wartime. My father's older brother (born 1894) enlisted for the Great War. He was in the Signal Corps because he knew telegraphy and did his training at Camp Lewis, just south of Tacoma. I remember seeing wide-format photos of his training company at my grandparents' house and at his place. Signals could be a dangerous field, especially at the height of the trench warfare phase on the conflict. There was nothing like World War 2 walkie-talkies; the speediest means of communication was via telegraphy. And telegraph... posted by Donald at November 12, 2007 | perma-link | (9) comments





Saturday, November 10, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * So what drugs is Amy Winehouse on? Hmm, maybe the better question would be, What drugs isn't she on? (UPDATE: Viacom has put the kibosh on this particular clip, so the link I've provided is now a stale one.) * Marc Andreessen turns up some hilarious (if not exactly unexpected) facts about Boomers. Ning, Marc's own social-networking company, offers what many folks are sure to find an appealing and helpful service. * Terrierman thinks that biologists ought to get out into the field more often. That Cuban Almiqui is one weird-looking animal ... * Do you ever visit Luke Ford's blog? I find him brilliant and fascinating, if in a somewhat evil, blank-faced, Warhol-ish kind of way. * Are you tempted by blogging but put off by the way it seems like too damn much work? (And, y'know, it can be a little demanding.) Then why not try Tumblr, one of the new "microblogging" services? * Michael Eades tells the amazing story of Charles Tyrrell, the 19th century's enema tycoon. * Culturebargain: Bernard Rose's 1992 horror movie "Candyman" (from material by Clive Barker) delivers both as a scare picture and as something deeper, more cultured, and more mature. In the way it combines effective cheap thrills with a disturbing psychological dimension, the film reminds me of the David Cronenberg / Stephen King / Christopher Walken "The Dead Zone," also a richly emotional pop movie. Many bonus points to Bernard Rose for featuring a very touching, young, and beautiful Virginia Madsen in the lead role. A used DVD of the film can currently be bought for around five bucks. * MBlowhard Rewind: I discussed three books about sex by women authors. Best, Michael UPDATE: Sometimes the mainstream media do actually start to get it. Don't miss Amy Harmon's article for the NYTimes about the way genetics research is generating all kinds of new information that the "we are all alike" crowd is sure to find unnerving. How are we going to deal with "the inescapable message that people of different races have different DNA"? Half Sigma and GNXP's Jason Malloy win well-earned mentions from Amy Harmon.... posted by Michael at November 10, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Sunday, November 4, 2007


Subway Nerd Nirvana
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Blogging will continue to be a little light from me because I'll be on the road most of this week. This afternoon's event was a 2Blowhards staff meeting during which Michael and I plotted world domination or better grammer in my blog posts or something or other. At the same time, Nancy and The Wife were having their meeting -- concerning what, I dare not guess. Following that, Nancy and I returned to downtown [CENSORED] where in a gift shop I spied the following book. Even though it was first published in 2003 (under a different title) I hadn't stumbled upon Transit Maps of the World until now; perhaps that's because the expanded, retitled Penguin edition appeared this year. So far I only thumbed through the book while Nancy was finishing her shopping. What I saw looked fascinating: page after page of those London Underground-style map/diagrams for transit systems in places ranging from Paris to Athens to Atlanta. In addition to the maps are text and some photos. Besides being grist for folks interested in urban geography and transportation, the maps might be helpful when doing preliminary trip planning. I'll dig into the book more deeply soon, and let you know if it fails to match these first impressons. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 4, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, November 1, 2007


Cameras for Travel
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm drafting this November 1st, having survived yet another birthday. (I need to write my -- extremely liberal -- congressman regarding what happens when I subtract my birth year from the current year. For some reason that result keeps getting larger. That seems unfair. Clearly a Republican plot: heartless bastards.) I'm also on the road. In the Bay Area right now and heading to points south and a possible Michael Blowhard sighting. And today my sister is off to Bhutan, of all places. Nancy (my sister, not my wife) packs two cameras when she goes to exotic places. One is a pocket-sized digital and the other is a digital single lens reflex (SLR) type digital. I own a couple of film SLRs -- Nikon Fs that I bought 45-ish years ago while stationed in the Far East. Plus four or five extra lenses. Not to mention Dad's Nikon F, which I inherited. None of these cameras has been used in about 30 years. Nor are they likely to be used again (for one thing, they probably need reconditioning). The travel pix I post here from time to time are taken with a Nikon S5 pocket digital. It does a surprisingly good job, though telephoto shots are iffy even though the camera seems to try to stabilize the images while in that mode. On my recent trip to Italy, a tour group member was a woman who paints murals in houses. Apparently Tuscan scenes are a popular subject, so she thought it was high time to see the place in person rather than rely only on reference photos from books and magazines. She shelled out something like $1,400 for a Canon with a huge zoom lens to take her own reference photos. I took a picture of her and her husband with it, and the viewfinder, etc. were mighty impressive. I'm sure my photography would improve if I had such gear. Still, I'd hate to have it stolen: Lord knows one can't discretely hide heavy artillery of that sort. Which is why my little pocket Nikon is my weapon of choice on trips. But still ... Camera packin' readers: How do you deal with the digital camera convenience versus quality issue when you take a serious trip? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 1, 2007 | perma-link | (10) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Speaking of rowdy and uninhibited ladies, as I recently was ... The blog Lust Bites features writing by some of today's most daring female eroticists, a smashing visual design, and a general tone of crisp and merry irreverence. Recently: Polly Frost celebrates being a "genre slut"; Madelyne Ellis praises the vamp archetype; and Janine Ashbless confesses to having a thing for men's beards. Oh, I do have a soft spot for risk-taking, wild women ... Hmm, well, maybe "soft spot" isn't quite the right way to put it. NSFW, as if you really needed telling. * A little Degas, a little Ashcan, a little East Village, a lot of talent and skill ... Fun. (NSFW, but classily so.) * Linda Thom connects the dots between immigration-driven population growth and California's recurring wilderness-fire crises. * The best camcorders of 2007. * What, if anything, can be done to save Western New York State? * "Reason can never be the absolute dictator of man's mental or moral economy," writes Theodore Dalrymple, bless his heart. (Link thanks to Arts and Letters Daily.) * Steve Sailer traces the evolution of pop music over the last few decades. * Culture-bargain: Before he turned to making straightfaced fantasy epics, the New Zealand director Peter Jackson was a wonderfully demented low-budget comic-horror specialist. At Amazon, you can currently buy his brilliant gross-out scare picture "Dead Alive" for a mere $5.49. * MBlowhard Rewind: I rhapsodized about the tres charmante French actress Sophie Marceau. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 1, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, October 28, 2007


Copycat Car Styling
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Maybe they knuckled under to Management. That's the best spin I can put on the latest example of "copycat" automobile styling. Yes, they regard themselves as Designers, and the word Design is usually used to label their corporate administrative pigeon-hole. From public relations and advertising blurbs as well as books and magazine pieces, these Designers are supposed to be creative geniuses set apart from run-of-the-mill creative geniuses because they have gasoline flowing through their veins. Truth is, they're in the fashion trade. Back in the 1940s, General Motors had them in the Styling Department -- the label "Design" came later in a public image makeover. The nature of fashion is roughly as follows: (1) someone does something innovative, (2) the rest of the herd rushes in to produce close variations on the new theme, and (3) this continues until another innovation is produced. To what extent this is the fault of designers/stylists or Management, I can't say. But I suspect Management is more responsible because dice are being rolled for large amounts of money, and with large stakes the natural tendency is to play things safe. So much for speculation: now for some reality. Gallery 1949 Oldsmobile "fastback" style An automobile style popular from the mid-1930s till the early 1950s was the "fastback," illustrated above. This was related to attempts to make cars aerodynamic, though much such "streamlining" was cosmetic. Fastbacks represent a type of semi-false streamlining because tapered rear-ends require quite long bodies to be effective -- bodies much longer than that of the Oldsmobile. A better aerodynamic solution for conventional length cars is the "Kamm back," where the rear of the car tapers slightly and then is, in effect, chopped off vertically. Otherwise, fastbacks tend to be impractical because the sloping rear reduces potential luggage space. This is one reason why the style disappeared for decades. Honda Accord - 2008 This is a brand-new body for Honda's Accord line which is battling with the Toyota Camry and Nissan Altima for the prize of being the top-selling sedan in the USA. Perhaps I'm delusional, but the new Accord looks suspiciously like ... BMW 5 Series This BMW 5 Series body has been in production for several years and therefore must have been known to Honda stylists. The 5 Series is a detoxed version of the BMW flagship 7 Series. The 2002 7 Series had controversial styling -- especially its awkward-looking rear where the trunk had a peculiar, tacked-on appearance. BMW styling supremo Chris Bangle took an immense amount of heat from the automotive press and BMW fans, but Management stood by him and he's still in charge of styling. When the 5 Series was restyled a few years later it was given the odd trunk design theme, though in milder, more refined form. The theory behind this look is shown next. Style analysis -- faux-fastbacks The style makes sense only when seen from the side, as in the two photos above and the... posted by Donald at October 28, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments





Saturday, October 27, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I've been sick the last few days, but a mere bleary head can't keep me from passing along a few websurfing finds. * Who knew? * Yuck, and double-yuck. I just had my own flu shot -- and, as usual, promptly came down with a flu. * All those visits to the lap dancing club? They were done for the sake of science. * Cineris enjoyed the horror flick "Cube," and thinks that many horror buffs might find it a nice, even somewhat cerebral, alternative to current torture porn. * What you enjoy eating may well be influenced by your genes. * Attack of the Teenage-Girl Clothes Bullies. * Roissy is nothing if not direct. He also offers an analysis of what a woman's job should tell you about her that sounds pretty accurate to me. * "I am not driving that car, Dad! It's the wrong color!" Spoiled-brat-ism reaches a new high. * Excellent (and funny) dating and courting advice found on Craigslist: here and here. (Link thanks to the wonderfully NSFW Viviane.) * Prairie Mary approves of Robert Duvall's acting in the TV Western miniseries "Broken Trail." * MBlowhard Rewind: I raved about Duvall in "Open Range" here. Sniffling and sneezing, Michael... posted by Michael at October 27, 2007 | perma-link | (26) comments





Thursday, October 25, 2007


Technology and the Men's Dress Shoe
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The pace of change for men's fashions -- especially attire for formal or semi-formal occasions -- seems glacial. Look at a photo of, say, New York City office workers from 100 years ago. The men will likely be wearing suits. Those suits will not seem greatly different from today's business suits. Sure, shirt collars are not the same and the cut of the jackets is a bit different, especially for the lapels. But the gist of the attire is pretty similar -- more similar to today's suits than 1907 men's dress was when compared to that of 1807, 100 years away in the other direction. While men's dress-up clothing was changing little, technology wasn't. Wool and cotton have been supplemented by various "artificial" fabrics. One of the happiest days of my life was in the late 1960s when I bought my first drip-dry shirt, freeing me from the expense (as well as the wear-and-tear) of clothes cleaning shops. In recent years the most striking impact of technology on clothing has been for shoes. On my last trip to Europe I had only one pair of shoes -- the ones I was wearing. Those were a pair of Eccos from Denmark with cleated soles, running-shoe style rubber transition zone and tops made of leather and Gore-Tex. Very practical and comfortable. I could wear them in any weather and terrain I was likely to encounter. Their only failing was on the fashion front and that was because they didn't fit the traditional style expectations for men's dress shoes. This makes me wonder. Those Ecco shoes are superior in every non-fashion respect to shoes made using the traditional technology of leather uppers stitched onto leather or leather-rubber layered bottoms. So how long will it take for fashion-reactionary males (and that usually includes me) to get with the program and wear running-technology shoes with suits. When will we all dress like Ben Stein? Maybe never. As I've stressed, we males can be extremely conservative when it comes to dress-up clothing. Or maybe sooner than one might think. Men also love comfortable clothing. "Casual Friday" long ago became a week-long deal at high-tech companies in Seattle and Silicon Valley. I myself practically live in jeans now that I'm safely retired. (For the record, I draw the line at shorts and short-sleeved shirts of the Hawaiian variety -- much to Nancy's distress.) While researching this article I clicked through several men's shoes web sites and saw that traditionally-styled shoes still strongly predominate in the "dress" area. Nevertheless, there are inklings of a change: let's look. Gallery Louis XIV - Hyacinthe Rigaud, 1701 He was the Sun King and could wear darned well what he pleased. In this case, silky, high-heeled shoes. Which demonstrates that men's fashions are capable of change. Allen Edmonds "Park Avenue" model This is to indicate what men's dress shoes tend to look like these days. Cole-Haan "Air Conner" oxford The Nike sports shoe firm now owns... posted by Donald at October 25, 2007 | perma-link | (24) comments





Monday, October 22, 2007


Finally ... A Nice Airport
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Last year I complained (scroll down) about the Frankfurt airport. Previously, I griped about Terminal 1 at Paris' Charles de Gaulle airport. There are other airports that rub me the wrong way, but I'll hold my fire for now in order to save ammunition for future posts. Today, I'm pleased to note an airport I did like: Milan's Malpensa. Malpensa's main downside is its distance from central Milan -- nearly 30 miles, and the better part of an hour's drive in average traffic conditions. The trade-off for that is its park-like setting similar to U.S. airports such as Dulles (Washington, DC), Kansas City (when I was there 25 years ago) and Dallas-Ft. Worth. But it's the terminal that counts. Malpensa's Terminal 1 is nothing special architecturally -- just the usual Modernist boxes. What is nice are the amenities for travelers. For example, the ground floor (outside the secure zone) has several coffee shops, fast food outlets, a well-equipped news stand store and a place where you can check your luggage for a few hours or days. This last service was essential to us because we had to slough off most of our luggage for a four-day post-tour trip by train from Milan to Cinque Terre and Lucca. Another nice touch was the spaciousness; at almost no point were we and our luggage jammed in a crowd of travelers. Once through security there was the expected, but moderate-sized, duty-free shopping area where the tourist with a wallet bulging with unspent Euros might load up on a few items from Farragamo, Gucci or Paul & Shark. Out by the gates, which weren't the isolation-ward variety, were additional, smaller shops. Including another Paul & Shark (an Italian company, despite its name). (Did I mention Paul & Shark? If I didn't, allow me to say that they have really nice looking men's sweaters, jackets, etc. Except that even the least expensive of the nice stuff was close to $250 per item. Over my price point, but I still have a case of non-buyer's remorse. Oh well, there's a P&S shop in Sausalito and a store carrying their line in Caesars in Vegas, so I have two more potential temptation opportunities this fall.) All of this doesn't mean Malpensa is perfect. It's just that our experience there was a positive one. Your result might vary. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 22, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Saturday, October 20, 2007


The Face of Ford
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A while ago I discussed continuity of automobile brand styling cues. I used Packard as an example, but Rolls Royce and Mercedes would have worked just as well. They are among the exceptions. A few other makes use styling themes fitfully, keeping with cues for a few model years, discarding them and occasionally reintroducing some of them years later. I wrote about Buick's use of "portholes" and other cues here. Most often, themes are used for a few years and then are discarded for good. I suppose this can be justified/rationalized by claiming that obliterating old cues tells the public that the brand is progressive, continually reaching into the future for newer, better solutions to evolving conditions. While this might make sense for a brand with a miserable reputation -- erasing as many references to a shoddy past as possible -- I'm not convinced it's a wise policy for successful brands. Confusing the issue is the pressure of fashion. Car stylists seem to be about as prone as anyone in the fashion industry to herd behavior, so brand continuity often has to fight styles considered "trendy" or even "expected." And then there are management changes. Perhaps a new styling director or even a company president in true dog-and-fireplug fashion wants to make his mark. All of these factors seem to have affected styling of Fords for the last 60 years. In the examples below, I use as best I can the "standard" Ford model of the time. This didn't matter in the early years, but since around 1960 Fords have come in several sizes and bodies each model year, and I tried to select the model that would have represented Ford absent the extension of the brand to multiple "platforms," though that selection might be pretty arbitrary for some model years. To keep things simple, I'll concentrate on grilles, which are the "face" of a car. Gallery 1947 Ford Aside from Studebaker and the new Kaiser and Frazer brands, 1947 American cars were face-lifted pre-war models. Ford was in turmoil when the '47s were styled. Founder Henry was finally out of the management picture, having been succeeded by grandson Henry II and a newly hired corps of former General Motors hands aided by the famed ex-Army Air Force "whiz kids" who included Robert McNamara in their ranks. The company had been losing money, in part because of chaotic accounting practices, and was feverishly working on 1949 models that had to be good enough to stave off expected redesigns from Chrysler and General Motors and thereby save the company. The grille was a simple affair featuring horizontal chromed bars. 1949 Ford And save the company the '49 model did. Although its styling has an interesting history, I'll focus on what moved down the assembly lines. I like the 1949 Ford grille very much. It's simple. And the round "bullet" shape in the middle echoes the round headlights while providing a triangular subtext to what otherwise... posted by Donald at October 20, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Vanessa reviews the edible goodies at a party Saveur magazine threw for itself in Chicago. People who attend p-r events can sometimes eat pretty darned well. * You've probably already seen Snowball, the funky, BackStreet Boys-lovin' cockatoo. But if not ... * Lester Hunt celebrates the fiftieth birthday of "Atlas Shrugged." Have there been many novels as influential as "Atlas Shrugged"? * Razib puzzles over the way some dark-skinned Melanesians have blonde hair. * The man can breathe, there's no doubt about that. * LordSomber recalls the awful coffee, soup, and hot chocolate that was dispensed by old vending machines. * Who even knew there was such a thing as Canadian exploitation films? * Jon Hastings lists what he likes to see in a movie performance. * JewishAtheist wants to know how literally the Orthodox take it all. * Ed Gorman confides that many well-known authors have written porno novels. Curt Purcell is on the story. * Tim Worstall doesn't have a lot of patience with people who claim that there's a female / male pay gap. * According to Sam Jordison, the carefree, fun-loving Bohemian set can't afford Britain any longer. * I wonder if this guy is the world's spinning-on-your-head champ. Are there any challengers? * Glenn Abel raves about Criterion's DVD edition of Clouzot's classic thrller "The Wages of Fear." * Kirsten is hopping mad at NY's self-righteous, over-ambitious Governor Eliot Spitzer: here, here, here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 20, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, October 17, 2007


Italy Album, 2007
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- When I returned from my recent trip to Italy, I got my orders from Michael: pictures!! That being the price I (and you too) have to pay for my nearly three weeks of lollygagging from blog duties, here goes ... Galleria Italia I'm hardly a day off the airplane in Rome and, by golly, who do I spy but Julius and some of his buddies/assassins/entrepreneurs. You'll see a few of these guys hanging out at the Colosseum end of the Forum. If you want to take a picture of your spouse or friend with them, they'll ask for a tip: we forked over two Euros each for a pose with Nancy and two of them. The photo you see here was taken using a telephoto setting, so I didn't have to pay them one red Euro-cent. I fugure the nearly $6 the previous encounter cost us was plenty for that crew. This is the Colosseum taken from the hill to its north. Yes, it really is big: note the size of the people nearby. Here is a view of the Forum. For some reason, ruins don't move me much. What I found most interesting, as with the Colosseum, was the scale of the place. Again, note how small humans are in relation to the structure elements. Another view in which I try to illustrate the scale. This was taken at an Autostrada rest stop. Along with normal travelers and some tour buses were a couple of vans with Italian soldiers (now volunteers, not conscripts). Yes, the fellow you see is packing serious heat. Eyecharts seen along the main shopping drag in Capri. (By the way, Italians pronounce it KAH-pree.) What? Chinese and Greek not enough to cover the touring throngs? Then try this. Milan doesn't strike me as being a comfy, touristy place, unlike many other Italian cities. The one really nice spot is the Galleria, charming visitors and locals for around 140 years. For the Venice part of the tour, rather than staying in Venice itself or at nearby Mestre, they put us up at a place more than an hour's drive south, at the other end of the Venetian lagoon: Chioggia. It's a quiet place with (unusual for Italy) lots of kids. It has canals, too. What's a trip to Italy without a visit to Florence and a visit to Florence without seeing the Ponte Vechio ("Old Bridge")? We were there twice -- once with the tour and later while on post-tour traveling. The Arno River was low and slow so I was able to get a lot of nice reflection-shots, but most of those were at higher densities than permitted for this blog. This is Sorrento, on the Bay of Naples, taken from the harbor area. The buildings perched on the cliff fascinate. Also note the motor scooters and cycles below. As a parting shot, here's Vesuvius at daybreak. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 17, 2007 | perma-link | (14) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * National Review's David Frum congratulates neocon John Podhoretz on being appointed editor of Commentary magazine. Steve Sailer and visitors treat themselves to a lot of mockery at JPod's expense. * Tikkun founder Rabbi Michael Lerner thinks that Walt and Mearsheimer's characterization of the Israel Lobby is pretty much on target. Don't miss the q&a at the bottom of the page with Congressman Jim Moran, who explains how much weight AIPAC swings in D.C. (Link thanks to FvBlowhard.) * Jon Entine, whose courageous 2001 book "Taboo" dared to discuss racial differences in athletic gifts and achievements, has a new book coming out about the genetics of Jewishness. (Entine is Jewish himself.) Evo-bio expert Razib asks Entine "10 Questions." Entine's own website is here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 17, 2007 | perma-link | (13) comments





Tuesday, October 16, 2007


Procedural Note
A pause in the action to note that a technical challenge has arisen here at 2Blowhards. No idea why, but as of around 10 pm Tuesday evening it's as though the blog reverted to the state it was in four or five hours previously. Unfortunately this means that some backstage work has been erased, and that some comments have been misplaced. I'll be speaking to our blog-hosts as soon as they're back in their office, or server-farm, or wherever it is they work. I hope they'll be able to recover whatever it is we've lost. Thanks for your patience. UPDATE: Problem -- er, challenge -- addressed and solved. Our wonderful webhosts (highly recommended) were moving our site onto a shiney and speedy new server. Since all elements have now been retrieved and aligned, we'll be off and running again shortly.... posted by Michael at October 16, 2007 | perma-link | (0) comments





Sunday, October 14, 2007


Perceiving Italy
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Italy takes some getting used to. It did for me, anyway. Other folks seem to cotton to the place immediately. Some make it their only serious European travel destination. A few even buy property and spend a good part of the year there. I've come to be fond of Italy. But, as suggested above, it took a while. A number of factors came into play, yet I suspect that a key one is generational. I don't remember when I was first made aware of Italy, though it might have been in the early post-World War 2 years (by the time I was conscious that "there was a war on," Italy was already out of it and, to me, the enemies were Hitler and Tojo). Post-war, Italy was one of those basket-case countries the Marshall Plan was set up to help, so I suppose I heard it mentioned on radio broadcasts and appeals from charity agencies such as CARE. As I became increasingly history-conscious while in elementary school, I learned that Italy's performance in the recent world wars was less than stellar. The pattern I was seeing was that Italy was a second-rank player in the European stage. I later became aware that lots and lots of Italians had left Italy because it offered them little, moving to the USA, Argentina and elsewhere: again, not a good advertisement. Italian-American had yet to strongly move into the middle class and, in Seattle, the not-so-many Italians lived mostly in the south end, not the northeast where I grew up. The image was of a bunch of poor who left a poor country and seemingly remained poor. In the early, pre-color TV 1950s, the local television station began boasting its new movies. Hollywood had yet to release its film libraries for broadcast, so we were stuck with seeing cheapo films from the 30s. Unfortunately, the "new" movies were equally cheapo. They were shot in Italy and dubbed into English -- perhaps the greatest expense in a low-budget production. Anyway, what I mostly saw were longish-haired (for the times) men wearing trench coats, wandering nearly-deserted cobblestone streets. Not very much of that expensive dialog; just a lot of sideways glances and puffing on cigarettes. And again, not very appealing. Perhaps Italy would have come off better had I seen Roman Holiday, but I'm semi-sure I missed that flick. Over time, my knowledge of Italy expanded while my perception remained that it was a second-rate place. Sure, Italians built Ferraris and other high-performance cars with classy bodywork. But the Fiats that I might have been able to afford and other makes such as Alfa Romeo had a reputation for unreliable electricals. Yes, Italy was the core of the Roman Empire and host to the Renaissance. But it wasn't militarily competitive in World War 2 and, post-war, has been unstable politically while experiencing a stronger Communist presence than in most other democratic European countries. People 15-20 years or more younger than... posted by Donald at October 14, 2007 | perma-link | (9) comments





Thursday, October 11, 2007


How Not to Create an Airliner
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It helps me to fall asleep if I read a book with lots of break-points that enable me to set it aside when my eyelids get heavy. Potted items about cars, ships and planes work well for me. Not long ago I was, for the umpteenth time, paging through Back to the Drawing Board by Bill Gunston, my favorite airplane writer. This 1996 book has around 80 short essays (with photos) about aircraft that either (1) failed to fly, (2) had dangerously poor flying characteristics, or (3) fell far short of performance or other expectations. One case interested me in particular -- that of the Avro Tudor, a British Airliner of the immediate post-World War 2 era. Not only did the aircraft have prolonged developmental problems, its specification was seriously flawed. Avro Tudor Gunston asserts (p. 123): From fifty years on it is hard to believe that, at the end of World War II, we British thought we were world leaders in aviation. In fact, this merely betrayed our ignorance. At the same time, we fully recognised that for the moment we could not compete against properly designed American commercial transports, such as the DC-4 and the Constellation, with converted bombers such as the Halton and Lancastrian. Not to worry. Coming along fast were our own properly designed airliners, led by the Avro Tudor. Tudor happens to be my middle name, and so I particularly wanted this to be a really fine aircraft, worthy of its great forebear, the Lancaster. Avro's design team, led by Roy Chadwick, could surely be relied upon to produce a real winner? But when the Tudor prototype appeared towards the end of the war, flying on 14 June 1945, I was not especially impressed. Two giant main wheels and a tailwheel smacked of 1935 rather than 1945, especially as it meant that passengers had to board a fuselage tilted like the side of a hill. And for a big 7,000 hp aircraft to be equipped to carry just twelve passengers seemed to suggest that the tickets would be expensive. In fact the whole procurement set-up was ludicrous. The customer was the Ministry of Aircraft Production, which did not actually operate aircraft and knew nothing whatsoever about civil aviation. The airline, BOAC, was a government instrument which knew nothing about competition, or even whether its services were competitively priced. It carried mailbags for the Post Office, and government VIP and Service passengers whose tickets were paid for. Fare-paying passengers were a rare species. Thus, the Tudor was designed to carry twelve passengers in sumptuous comfort non-stop across the North Atlantic But this book is not greatly concerned with economics. The Tudor gets in on much more certain grounds. To be frank, not only was it not in the same class as its transatlantic rivals, but the makers made the proverbial 'pig's ear' of it. The third paragraph is particularly interesting as a cautionary tale regarding government trying to do things... posted by Donald at October 11, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments





Wednesday, October 10, 2007


Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm back from Italy. And I've been awake for [checks watch, tries to do calculation] 24 hours minus a five-minute catnap. Awoke at a hotel near Milan's Malpensa airport around 4:50 a.m. and, as I type this, it's just after 7:45 p.m. here in Seattle, nine time-zones away. I left a post or two in the queue and will start with that tomorrow after scrolling through what Michael has posted since September 20th. (Thank you, Michael, for taking up the slack.) While traveling, I made notes for potential articles and will get going on those. By the way, despite my skepticism, I did find yet another can of little-known (outside Italy) late-19th century painters to open up and write about. Gotta collect what's left of my wits. More later. Ciao! Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 10, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * There's a website for everything. * Give yourself a little time to savor this one: Curious Expeditions has posted a lot of photos of beautiful library interiors. Now that's some amazin' architecture, and some heroic blogging too. (Link thanks to the Classicist.) * Steve Sailer takes note of this year's Nobels and comes up with a great line: "White males (six out of six in this case) continue to oppress the rest of humanity by discovering and inventing stuff." * Chimps are more patient than people are. Not only that, chimps resemble economics' idealized homo economicus more than people do. * The Manhattan Institute's Julia Vitullo-Martin brings Jane Jacobs up to date. * The Right Rev. James Bailey has a damn lot on his mind. * Alicatte thinks that New York magazine has come up with both the best and the worst of recent magazine covers. * Yahmdallah clicks onto Amazon's new MP3 store and winds up doing some major downloading. * By the way, you can now post reader-reviews in video form on Amazon. Weird. Can there be such a thing as Too Much Video? * DVD Spin Doctor reports that "The Man From U.N.C.L.E." will finally be appearing on DVD. Lordy, when I was a kid, did I ever love that show. * TGGP wonders what was so bad about Charles Lindbergh. David Boaz notes that FDR once praised Mussolini. * Hey, I've got a great idea! Let's bring a "hidden population" "out into the open"! * Jim Kalb is skeptical about the hundred-dollar-laptop initiative. * The Patriarch points out this hilarious bouquet of passages from reviews written by Jorge Luis Borges. Borges is especially funny on "Finnegans Wake" and "Citizen Kane." * Even San Franciscans can get fed up with the homeless. (Link thanks to LlamaButchers.) A great quote comes from one local: "Maybe there has been an epiphany," says David Latterman, president of Fall Line Analytics, a local market research firm. "People have realized they can hate George Bush but still not want people crapping in their doorway." * Richard S. Wheeler has a question about porno novels. Ed Gorman confesses that he has written a few porno-Westerns. * Piercing as a lifestyle. * Did you know that a clitoral-hood piercing can be either vertical or horizontal? * Culturebargain: Angelina Jolie made her reputation playing a junkie-model in Michael Cristofer's "Gia," and it's no challenge to see what startled people about her work. She's both go-for-broke and perfectly-collected. She's also, at least in the unrated version of the film, frequently naked in expressive -- as in bold, vulnerable, proud, and touching -- ways. The film, based on a true story, is worth seeing for many other reasons too, among them Jay McInerney's shrewd script and Elizabeth Mitchell's daring performance as Gia's sometime girlfriend. $9.95. * MBlowhard Rewind: I raved about Jack Kelly's terrific private-eye novel "Mobtown" here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 10, 2007 | perma-link | (13) comments





Thursday, October 4, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Learn some fun personal details about Virginia Postrel, and wish her well as she starts her battle with breast cancer. * DVD Spin Doctor notices that many owners of High Definition TVs are confused. * Best TV ad ever? (Link thanks to Michael Bierut.) * Andrew Sullivan links to a brilliant and creepy stop-action animation. * John Massengale notices that many religious figures are finally starting to turn against the ugliness of modernist churches. John also puts his iPhone's camera to good some very good use. * Vince Keenan asks: If it has a happy ending, can it be a noir? * MBlowhard Rewind: I recalled some of the excesses of '70s feminism. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 4, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments




Some FvBlowhard Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Friedrich von Blowhard treated himself to a little websurfing and turned up some excellent stuff. * Naked Capitalism reports that even Republicans are turning their backs on free trade -- or rather, on what's laughably called "free trade." As Yves Smith writes: More open trade can be a good thing, but not if entered into naively. Our system is more accurately characterized as managed trade, in which we negotiate trade pacts to promote corporate interests. * Dean Baker thinks that elite (and corporate) self-interest explains a lot. * Oprah magazine, believe it or not, runs some relationship advice (based on, as you'd imagine, "new studies") that strikes FvB and me -- both of us Old Married Guys -- as very good. I especially like the one tip about "Don't get angry and demanding when you're unhappy with things. Instead, express what you need and ask for help in getting it." Tactical wisdom! * Guys who spend a lot of time on their grooming often do better economically, reports Bloomberg's Matthew Lynn. Lynn isn't cheery about what this may mean: "Within most large corporations," he writes, "showmanship is now rated more highly than ability or intrinsic worth." I ain't arguing with that interpretation. * Steve Sailer marvels at how large college endowments have become, and wonders whether many red-blooded Americans will want to see a new musical about Andrew Cunanen, the despicable nutcase who killed Gianni Versace. Thanks to Friedrich. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 4, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Sunday, September 30, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Tom Wolfe visits Yale, debates deconstructionist god Peter Eisenman, and explains one of the basic cases against architectural modernism. * Former Fed chief Alan Greenspan says that the biggest discovery he made during his tenure was that real-life people don't in fact behave like homo economicus. Why do we put eggheads who are this dim about what human beings are like in charge of powerful institutions? * Raised Catholic in the San Fernando Valley, actress Mare Winningham has converted to Judaism. She talks to Jewcy about how she found her new faith. * Roissy bumps into some silicone, and asks the day's key political question: Are lefty or rightie girls easier? * Designer/illustrator/webguy Charley Parker is very generous with the computer tips at his blog. He's also a gifted -- as in organized and funny -- writer. * Fred Elbel thinks that it's likely there are 20 million illegal immigrants in the U.S. As many as 12,000 more might be entering the country every day. * Has this guy come up with a way to increase computer storage capacities by a hundredfold? I guess the computer revolution won't be slowing down any time soon. * Richard S. Wheeler wonders why some people love reading fiction that offers nothing but formula. * Fred Wickham works on his Indian accent -- then wonders if he should really be using it. * Alec Tabarrok notices a study showing that, despite feminism and progress, women's happiness is lower now than it was in 1970. * Rachael lets her attention drift and smacks into another car. * Shouting Thomas offers some apt words about a new Frank Gehry building, and performs a catchy tune on a theme he knows well. * Bargain DVD for the Day: Jean-Jacques Annaud's "The Lover", based on a Marguerite Duras memoir. It's a fancy-schmancey costume drama set in Vietnam in the 1920s, too high-toned to be soft-core pornography, yet too explicit to be your usual art-house fare. I thought it was a bit of a bore, but it's certainly easy on the eyes -- the Franco-Asian coupling was a mellow and exotic treat. And it's one of the rare frankly sexual films that chicks love. $9.99. * MBlowhard Rewind: I cracked a few jokes at the expense of the book-besotted. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 30, 2007 | perma-link | (16) comments





Wednesday, September 26, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Prodigiously polished young fogey Andrew Cusack makes suave fun of Renzo Piano's cheap-looking addition to New York's otherwise-beautiful Morgan Library. * Colleen and the b.f. discover that they've put on a few pounds. * David Chute's oddball buddy Tulkinghorn dodges the Toronto Film Festival and wonders if the British crime writer Derek Raymond is worth the effort. * Cineris points out a hilarious Garfield comic-strip randomizer. Now that's one inspired and well-executed piece of conceptual art. * John Williams revisits Ithaca, New York, and finds the town as pretty as ever. Ithaca -- set on the hilly shores of Cayuga Lake -- always reminds me of a miniature San Francisco. * Nate's ready for food pills. * The Sydney Morning Herald's Sam de Brito thinks that using prostitutes is often more honest than trying to talk a non-pro into the sack. (Some mostly outraged responses here.) * Searchie has awakened out of her depression. * The raw-milk debate reaches the pages of The New York Times. * Michael Bierut shares some work from his finding-his-way years: Snazzy designs, as well as commentary that's a fun way to learn about some of the major visual trends of the last few decades. * Lester Hunt points out that anti-slavery hero William Wilberforce was about as conservative as a politician can be. * Lester also takes a re-look at Kurt Vonnegut's "Cat's Cradle" (here and here), and concludes that it's one modern novel that deserves to be considered a classic. * I'm glad they found each other. * Thursday shares some shrewd thoughts about David Cronenberg. * Smokin'! * Country legend Guy Clark entertains some friends. * Growing brain-dead raising her young children, HaggisChick picked up a camera. She's certainly expressing herself now! * MBlowhard Rewind: I considered the cases of Carla Gugino, Nicole Kidman, and James Spader. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 26, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments




Mystery Quote for the Day
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Care to venture a guess as to who wrote the following passage? "The man whose life is spent in performing a few simple operations has no occasion to exert his understanding, or to exercise his invention in finding out expedients for removing difficulties which never occur. He naturally loses, therefore, the habit of such exertions, and generally becomes as stupid and ignorant as it is possible for a human creature to become. The torpor of his mind renders him not only incapable of relishing or bearing a part in any rational conversation, but of conceiving any generous, noble, or tender sentiment." No Googling, please. I'll supply the answer in a couple of hours. It may come as a surprise. Well, I'm hoping it will anyway. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 26, 2007 | perma-link | (13) comments





Friday, September 21, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Not what you expect. (Via Charlton Griffin.) * Charlton also sent along a link to a tasty collection of the worst tech ads of all time. * The Communicatrix tipped me off to an amazingly well-done homegrown fight sequence. Gotta love formalized Asian choreography set amidst suburban American backyards. * Speaking of cars and American car-industry troubles, Raymond Pert points out this hilarious Onion story. * This other Onion piece also had me laughing out loud. As did this deadpan Onion video, which you had better wait to watch until you're away from the office. * Claire pulls herself together and goes shopping for a bra. * Get some sleep. * Lexington Green sings the praises of garage-punk legends The Fleshtones. * It's when I read things like this that I realize that -- although I burn through a lot of books -- I must not be a serious book person. And, ah, how good it feels to say that. * Francis Morrone writes a terrific piece that captures many of the sides of the late, great Jane Jacobs. (Link thanks to Dave Lull.) You can read a lot more Francis here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 21, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Tuesday, September 18, 2007


Blogging Note
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Nancy and I are off to Italy, leaving early September 20th and returning the afternoon of October 10th. Posting by me will likely be non-existent during that interval and for a day or so afterwards. The main reason is that I'll not be taking a computer on the trip. Were I to bring it, I'd have it in my over-the-neck-and-shoulder computer bag that I use to haul essentials which cannot be entrusted to others. Besides my blood pressure medicine and lesser pills, trip-related documents, camera battery charging connectors and so forth, that bag is useful for carrying street maps, newspapers, stuff I buy that day and even a rolled-up waterproof windbreaker if the weather is iffy. Adding a nearly six-pound laptop computer to this stash makes me feel like I'm hauling a load of bricks. There's a faint chance that I'll stumble across a free or cheap means of Internet access when I have the time to dash off a short post. But don't count on this happening. And be sure to give Michael some slack if he doesn't post every single day; he's amazingly prolific, but I don't want him pushing himself extra hard just because I'm off frolicking. Some readers were curious where I'd be in Italy. Well, we arrive in Rome a couple of days before the start of a tour. The tour group does another two days there before heading south to see Pompeii and Capri. Then to Ovietto and Assisi followed by a day in Florence, after which we loop down to San Gimignano and north to Venice. A day in Venice and on to the lake country, including a short stop in Lugano, Switzerland. The tour concludes at the Milan airport, but we'll catch a train south to the Cinque Terre villages where we'll spend a day. Also a day in Lucca and another in Milan before returning to Seattle. I'm familiar with the part from Tuscany on north, but the southern area will be new, which should make it especially interesting. As for blog fodder, all I'll promise is that I'll bring my camera and will stay on the lookout for interesting items to write about. When I travel I favor learning about today's cities, towns and countryside as opposed to lurking in the museums and palaces favored by other tourists and tour group planners: there are always a few exceptions to this rule, of course. So yes, I'll be seeing some art. But no, I might not write much about it because I haven't studied Renaissance Italian art enough to make things interesting. Moreover, unlike when I was in Finland, Russia, Poland, etc., most of the artists will have names you're familiar with. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 18, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments





Sunday, September 16, 2007


The Shock of Non-Recognition
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Whatever there is that has to be said about high school reunions has almost surely been said already. Good. That means I can write to my heart's content without straining for profundity. So raise those cliché-protection shields and batten down the banality-absorbers -- I just had my 50th high school reunion and I'm here to blather! Does anyone remember an illustration done around 40 year ago in response to the Beatles song "When I'm 64" where the artist tried to project how the Liverpool lads might look when they got that old? There might have been more than one such attempt because the one I turned up via Google doesn't seem familiar. The imagined 64 year-old Beatles were still recognizable, which is more than I can say about most of the 68-ish-year-old attendees at my reunion activities. Not a surprise for many of us: my reunion-happy class has now thrown five or six such events since graduation -- including the 40th and 45th -- so we were getting conditioned to the shock of non-recognition. Fortunately, we had an especially handy visual aid in the form of name tags with a 1.5-times blow-up of our yearbook portraits and names in really large type (see example below). My 50th reunion name tag At the 40th reunion the name tags had actual-size yearbook photos and type so small that our 58-year-old eyes weren't up to the task. There was a lot of leaning close to the wearer's chest to discern the fine print: hope the ladies didn't mind too much. We learned that using yearbook photos was a good idea and that small type wasn't. For the first time, I was involved in reunion committee activities and got an inside look at the process. Plenty of ideas were advanced during the first few years of what, for some of us, was an effort lasting more than five years. When the Big Event got close, new proposals tended to be rejected unless they were refinements of existing plans, and some side-events under consideration were rejected to keep an already busy weekend from fragmenting. Nevertheless, five reunion-related events were held: a Thursday golf tournament (about 20-25 participants); a Friday luncheon for women at the Women's University Club in downtown Seattle (nearly 60 signed up); a Friday evening "ice-breaker" event at a hotel not far from the main reunion site (nearly 200 showed up); a Saturday morning tour of the recently rebuilt Roosevelt High School (between 100 and 200); and the main-event Saturday evening dinner at a 1920s vintage suburban country club (400 attendees including a few surviving teachers). A committee co-chairman informed me that around 240 classmates attended at least one event. This was out of about 530 classmates for whom we have contact information, about two-thirds living within driving distance. It seems that there were a few people whose contact information was discovered but wanted to remain "missing." This is expectable, from a statistical point of view and... posted by Donald at September 16, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Friday, September 14, 2007


Time's 50 Worst Cars
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- My mind freezes when asked to name my favorite this, the worst that or the best something-or-other. I'm seldom able to think in those terms. For instance, if asked "What was your favorite place to visit on your recent trip to Xxxx," I'd probably return a blank stare. This isn't to say I don't have likes and dislikes: I do, as Faithful Readers know. It's just that I tend to like or dislike things on the basis of multiple criteria whose importance can vary over time due to new information, maturity / aging, or even whimsy. On occasion I actually can provide a favorite: ice cream-wise, it's chocolate. But it was strawberry when I was little, and I can't explain why that preference changed. Which inevitably leads us to cars. For a reason beyond my grasp, Time magazine's staff and Dan Neil, "Pulitzer Prize-winning automotive critic for the Los Angeles Times" came up with a list of "The 50 Worst Cars of All Time" (see here). Maybe my problem has to do with the fact that I can't locate an introductory page -- something that lays out the task and mentions criteria used for making the list. Based on commentaries on the cars selected, a hodge-podge of reasons are included such as mechanical problems, styling/package-definition and marketing errors among other demerits. Worse, the list includes some prototypes and other one-offs along with production automobiles. I don't think one-offs should be included with production cars. That's because they are experimental in nature, tests of ideas -- not items one can buy and regret from personal experience. For what it's worth, while I agree with Neil that the Trabant, King Midget and Yugo are pretty sorry cars, I can't go along with many of the other selections. For example, most automotive histories I've read consider the Ford Model T as one of the most significant cars of all time. But Neil's caption states Uh-oh. Here comes trouble. Let's stipulate that the Model T did everything that the history books say: It put America on wheels, supercharged the nation's economy and transformed the landscape in ways unimagined when the first Tin Lizzy rolled out of the factory. Well, that's just the problem, isn't it? The Model T -- whose mass production technique was the work of engineer William C. Klann, who had visited a slaughterhouse's "disassembly line" -- conferred to Americans the notion of automobility as something akin to natural law, a right endowed by our Creator. A century later, the consequences of putting every living soul on gas-powered wheels are piling up, from the air over our cities to the sand under our soldiers' boots. And by the way, with its blacksmithed body panels and crude instruments, the Model T was a piece of junk, the Yugo of its day. So it seems that a car introduced in 1909 doesn't quite measure up to a Prius or whatever car he really liked on a recent road... posted by Donald at September 14, 2007 | perma-link | (14) comments





Thursday, September 13, 2007


Reunions 2: Guy-Happiness and More
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A few final reflections sparked off by a recent visit to my high school class's 35th reunion. (Class of 1972 -- gadzooks!) Earlier reunion reflections can be enjoyed, or at least found, here. Great seeing the old crowd; quite hilarious the way everyone instantly eased back into casual-kid-friendship mode (we know each other far too well to try to get away with putting on airs); and very, very pleasing the way so much of the sturm und drang of adolescence has been left behind. What was all that about? One of the things that struck me most about the get-together, though, was the way that a hierarchy of life-satisfaction has emerged among the guys. This was something new, it seemed to me. Perhaps it takes a few decades for the impact of the bigger life-choices to play themselves fully out. In any case, what seemed apparent to me this time 'round was that there was one group of guys who seemed content with their lives, as well as another group of guys who seemed far more restless and unsettled. Curious, I poked around a bit. I found that I couldn't discern any such pattern among the gals. I couldn't formulate any generalizations at all where gals and life-satisfaction went, come to think of it. (Aside from "Don't become an alcoholic.") Though some of the ladies certainly seemed more comfy in their lives than others did, I couldn't make out any pattern. Divorces, kids, jobs -- sometimes they were a positive, sometimes a negative. Where the guys clustered in easy-to-identify groups, for the ladies happiness seemed a flukier, one-by-one thing. Is this because guys are more black / white, on / off creatures than those ever-morphing, ever-complicated gals are? By contrast, the pattern behind the guys' life-happiness rankings stood out clear as day. Namely: Now that we're in our early 50s, the calmest and least-troubled guys are the ones who are working in technical fields. Without exception, these old classmates are now mellow and happy souls. They have the contentedness of people leading comprehensible, satisfying lives, lives characterized by finite obligations and dependable rewards. At the other end of the mood-spectrum are the angst-ridden bunch: namely, guys who long ago fell in love with the arts. (I count myself in this group, by the way. I'll talk about them / us in the third person for the sake of convenience, though.) The guys in this group are jumpier and more tormented. They may perhaps have known giddier highs, but they've also experienced darker and more frequent lows, as well as far fewer steady, count-upon-able stretches. Where the tech guys keep on a dependable plane -- they have routines, and they enjoy them -- the arts guys are still living like post-grads, moment to moment. Most are still caught up in the "doing my art" vs. "keeping up a day job" plight. Little has settled down for them over the decades. They've done what they could... posted by Michael at September 13, 2007 | perma-link | (30) comments





Wednesday, September 12, 2007


Historical Note
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Courtesy of YouTube, here's a little archival footage of the great Ashley Whippet, the first Frisbee-catching dog. Hard to believe there was ever a time when dogs didn't catch Frisbees, isn't it? Here's the Ashley Whippet website, where I learned that you're supposed to refer to Frisbee-catching dogs as "disc dogs." Here's another cute Whippet video. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 12, 2007 | perma-link | (0) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * While this TV-commercial parody struck me as no more than pretty funny, it may be the slickest TV-commercial parody I've ever watched. * Mick Hartley thinks that, where Jack Kerouac is concerned, Anthony Daniels is all wet. * Rick Darby looks at a few gaudily painted airliners and wonders if everything these days has to be turned into a billboard. * Jenny figures out where to put her ideas. * Witold Rybczynski's slide show about green architecture includes a few images from the '70s, another era when eco-architecture seemed to be the inevitable next big thing. Those were some seriously ungainly buildings. * I was planning to make fun of this NYTimes piece about an absurd new Bernard Tschumi building ... But John Massengale, bless him, has got there first and has done it better than I ever could. One especially amusing line: "Non-architects know that a blue glass tower that looks like it's falling over doesn't really fit into a low-rise neighborhood of hundred-year-old stone and brick buildings." * The term "public intellectual" makes Alias Clio shudder. * Michael Bierut wonders if the ditziness of Miss South Carolina might not illuminate a little something about the graphic design field. "Perhaps design is the field of mindless prettiness," he writes, daringly. * Irina has a wrestle with her ego. * Andrew Sullivan turned up this brilliant little action-comedy gem. * Dean Baker doesn't think things are so bad in Germany. * Jeff Harrell's account of living with borderline personality disorder is startling, moving, and very interesting. (Link thanks to Jonathan Schnapp.) * Tyler Cowen wonders if the government should really be subsidizing philanthropy. * Bruce Grossman celebrates a couple of brawny and hilarious football novels that I'm fond of myself: Dan Jenkins' "Semi-Tough" and Peter Gent's "North Dallas 40." I dig those books even though I'm not a football fan. * The Man Who Is Thursday dares to admit that he has never enjoyed "The Lord of the Rings." * Allan Wall -- an American living in Mexico -- watches a recent debate among our Democratic hopefuls, and doesn't like what it bodes for the U.S. * The pop ditty that I can't shake out of my mind today is this easygoing and ridiculously catchy thing ... * MBlowhard Rewind: I told the story of the creation of the American teenager. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 12, 2007 | perma-link | (15) comments





Tuesday, September 11, 2007


Concours Touring
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Every couple of years or so I visit the Pebble Beach Concours d'Élégance automobile show. It's a pricey but interesting event for car buffs who are into automobile aesthetics. Since this is a blog written by arts buffs, I feel it's my sacred duty to pass along some of the more interesting items on display: recently I posted on a rare Voisin that I spied in the sales / auction area. Today I'll show you two examples of Italian styling at its best. Both cars were designed and built by Carrozzeria Touring, an important firm from the 1920s into the 1950s. The first car is a 1939 Alfa Romeo 6C 2500 Sport Touring Berlinetta. When it was designed, car styling was in the later stages of the transition from boxy, non-aerodynamic shapes where headlamps, fenders, trunks and other exterior components were separate forms to all-enclosing "envelope" bodies that were streamlined in appearance, if not quite in reality. The Alfa's components are still distinct, though partly blended. Many contemporary cars were at this same evolutionary point, but more awkward-looking. Touring created a car where everything fits into a pleasing, well-proportioned whole. The other car was built ten years later, though the evolutionary span is really only five years or so if the disruption of World War 2 is subtracted. Whereas the Alfa was a passenger car, the 1949 Ferrari 166 MM Touring Barchetta was a racing car -- the "MM" refers to Mille Miglia, Italy's long-distance road race that was run for decades until it was finally deemed too dangerous. As I reported here, I'm not much of a Ferrari fan. Nevertheless, the styling of early (up through the mid-1950s) Ferraris was generally very good, and the 166 MM is one of the outstanding examples. Here the transition to the "envelope" form is complete. The car is taut and purposeful. No extraneous detailing; the crease along the upper sides of the body adds visual length and probably adds some stiffness to the sheet metal. Here are some photos I took. Gallery Alfa Romeo 6C 2500 Sport Touring Berlinetta - 1939 Ferrari 177 MM Touring Barchetta - 1949 I've been to three Pebble Beach Concours. The event is normally held the third Sunday in August, a time of year when the Monterey area can get foggy. My first two visits featured overcast -- not usually a good thing for picture-taking. This year was sunny, as you can see from the photos above. Nevertheless, even sunshine has it photographic downside. That's because the cars shown at Pebble Beach can be so shiny that one's photo might show more reflections than car; I certainly took a lot of reflection-filled photos. Despite that, I got enough good stuff for a few more posts. Hope you won't mind. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 11, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Friday, September 7, 2007


Tennis Hotties
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Enough with the high-minded chitchat about the fate of Culture. In honor of the U.S. Tennis Open, let's cut to the one topic that really matters: Who deserves to reign as Current Tennis Hottie? Since I'm agnostic so far as the dudes go -- although isn't it weird how much lantern-jawed Roger Federer sometimes resembles lantern-jawed Quentin Tarantino? -- I'm going to focus on las chicas. The three girls who seem to me to be vying most enthusiatically for the crown are: Bethanie Mattek Daniela Hantuchova and Ashley Harkleroad. Bethanie ... Ashley ... Gotta love those klunky, "distinctive" American names, no? Not for the first time, I find myself wondering, "American parents, what on earth do you think you're doing?" By the way, isn't it a lovely stroke of luck the way that female tennis players peak athletically at the exact same moment when they want most badly to show themselves off? I attended a warm-up session for the U.S. Open a few years ago, and most of the pro girls practicing their awesome volleys and terrifying topspins were dressed in baseball caps, jog-bra tops, and skin-tight hot pants. They didn't seem to mind the whir and snap of thousands of digital cameras going off either. Ladies: Can any of the guys compete in the Hotness stakes with Rafa? Capri pants and all? This Patrick Hruby piece about fashion faux pas of the tennis stars may be a few years old, but it's awfully funny still. Best, Michael UPDATE: Complaints and scoldings -- all of them legit -- have driven me to make apologies and amends. Maria Sharapova certainly deserves inclusion in any list of tennis hotties and wannabe hotties. Feeling properly remorseful, I gave myself a tough sentence: Dig up a worthy pic of Maria ... Gotta love look-at-me panties, er, tennis shorts ...... posted by Michael at September 7, 2007 | perma-link | (25) comments





Thursday, September 6, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * I'm glad to see that Mike Snider is blogging again. Mike is a poet whose work I like very much. He's also as smart as can be about the debates surrounding evo-bio, traditional forms, and free verse. I interviewed Mike long ago: Part One, Part Two. * You can't say that this guy tries to hide his feelings. * Via Bookgasm and David Chute: Saddlebums, a classy and informative blog devoted to Western fiction. * The latest plastic-surgery trend: "cosmetic vaginal enhancement." (Link thanks to Rachel.) * Audiophile Rick Darby considers iPod users to be musical barbarians. * Susan's kitchen hasn't been lacking for color. * James McCormick takes an in-depth look at Bryan Sykes' ideas about the genetics of the Celts, Saxons, and Vikings. * The era of the big-budget music video is over. * Jim Kalb muses about the culture of multiculturalism. * Downloadable novels meant to be read on your cellphone are giving traditionally printed novels a run for their money in Japan. (Link thanks to Slow Reading, a blog I learned about thanks to Dave Lull.) * DarkoV travels to the big city, enjoys some double-fried potatoes, and takes in a couple of non-mall movies. * America's best restrooms. * Newsweek's Robert Samuelson is a rarity -- a mainstream columnist who understands the damage that our nutty immigration policies are doing to us. For instance: They're increasing poverty. * Bad boy film director Ken Russell rhapsodizes insightfully about what makes some actresses great. * The Catbird Seat offers down-to-earth political commentary as well as fun political-cartooning efforts. He won my admiration and loyalty with the following sentence: "The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary." (CORRECTION: Thanks to Steve C., who points out that Catbird Seat was in fact quoting H.L. Mencken.) * La Coquette finally catches up with Godard's "Breathless." * Here's one of the stranger ocean-shore phenomena I've ever seen. * Lynn Sislo has been burning through some sci-fi novels recently. * Kirsten Mortenson took her camera along on a nostalgic visit to the small upstate New York town where she grew up. * I want that porch. * MBlowhard Rewind: I sang the praises of two of Francois Ozon's sly and sexy movies: "Swimming Pool" and "Water Drops on Burning Rocks." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 6, 2007 | perma-link | (20) comments





Wednesday, September 5, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Rod Dreher wonders why pit pulls aren't banned. The comments on his posting are full of interesting facts and provocative thinking. * Small-m passes along some fascinating stats about Scandinavia. * Now open for business: MarginalFoodie, offering culinary insights and tips for dining around the DC area. * Friedrich von Blowhard has been exploring the work of James Jean, a very talented, very young, LA-based artist and illustrator who works in a variety of styles: storybook, fantasy, and observational. I'm especially fond of Jean's sketchbooks myself. Here's his blog, here's his website. Check out how quickly Jean makes some of those drawings! Nothing wrong with a little facility, is there? * I've been enjoying the work of a French illustrator-designer, Marguerite Sauvage -- now that's a name! Sauvage's saucy yet sophisticated style makes me think of James Bond book jackets and Modesty Blaise comic strips, only given a lot of Riot Grrrl attitude. Wait: Modesty Blaise already had a lot of attitude ... Anyway: witty, sexy, full of spirit. * DVD Spin Doctor raves about the the quality of the new DVD version of the original "3:10 to Yuma." * Alt-erotica photographer Samantha Wolov wants your opinion: color or black-and-white? (NSFW) * I've found Jewish Atheist's wrestles with his faith and his identity moving and instructive. (As well as considerably more interesting and less self-important than this semi-similar piece of soul-searching by Philip Weiss. Which, by the way, is also worth reading.) JewishAtheist collects his postings on the topic here. * MBlowhard Rewind: I examined what a bestseller list tells us -- and what it doesn't tell us. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 5, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments




Not Quite Born to Write
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I did some rummaging the other evening. It seems that the gal in charge of the memorabilia display for our upcoming 50th high school class reunion needed some class photos from the elementary school I attended, and I thought I would be able to oblige. That's because my mother took pains to save just that sort of stuff. Sure enough, I eventually stumbled across the needed photos. But I want to dwell on something else that turned up. Stuffed into an envelope were results from two University of Iowa achievement tests I took in high school, one from my Sophomore year and another when I was a Senior. Things were kept simple in those early-computer days, so scoring was only on eight dimensions, namely Social studies background Natural science background Correctness in writing Quantitative thinking Reading - social studies Reading - natural sciences Reading - literature General vocabulary plus a composite score and something called "Use of sources of information." My percentile scores were okay. Except for one area. In both tests my lowest score by far (around the 75th percentile) was for Correctness in writing. But I suppose most of you have noticed that by now. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 5, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Monday, September 3, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * In his review of a new collection of essays about immigration, Steve Sailer explains why many black leaders are advocates of our current awful immigration policies despite the harm they're doing to black America. * Good news -- at least for the cottontops among us -- from Time magazine: Sales of hiphop CDs are down 44% since 2000. Hiphop's share of music sold generally has declined too. * GNXP's Herrick interviews economic historian Greg Clark, who has a new book out offering some ideas about why modern economic progress began in England. Get cozy with the concept of "the Malthusian Trap." As is often the case at GNXP, the commentsfest is half the show. * MBlowhard Rewind: I compared the MTV-style beach flick "Blue Crush" with Wong Kar-Wai's arty "Fallen Angels." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 3, 2007 | perma-link | (12) comments





Friday, August 31, 2007


New Orleans as Museum
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A blog I regularly visit is Jim Miller on Politics which can be found here. Even though he lives in the Seattle area, I haven't met Jim who, by the way, has 2Blowhards on his blogroll (and his is on ours). He writes about international, national and local issues in a calm, thoughtful manner. Since this is near the second anniversary of the Katrina disaster, New Orleans has been getting a lot of attention in the media, including the Internet. Miller has a short piece here titled "Should We Abandon New Orleans?" (it's near the top, but you'll have to scroll down) in which he links to an article by Steve Chapman (here) and offers a few observations of his own. Miller offers the following from Chapman Historian Douglas Brinkley, writing in The Washington Post, fears the Bush administration is trying to do to New Orleans what was done to Galveston, Texas, after a terrible 1900 hurricane. "Galveston, which had been a thriving port, was essentially abandoned for Houston, transforming that then-sleepy backwater into the financial center for the entire Gulf South," he says. "Galveston devolved into a smallish port-tourist center, one easy to evacuate when hurricanes rear their ugly heads." Looking back, that actually sounds like a brilliant choice. If they were given the means to start over wherever they choose, a lot of people displaced by Katrina would embrace it. and then observes that, though people should live where they desire, if possible, he thinks that "parts of New Orleans are worth protecting, notably the port and the tourist area, but that most of it is not." I'm inclined to agree, though I admittedly haven't studied the issue. Moreover, I've only visited the place once -- around 20 years ago, for a Census Bureau meeting and a demographer convention. My impression was largely negative. The drinking water might have had something to do with it, but I felt a strong sense of decay along with a literal bad taste in my mouth that lasted for about two days after I left. I found the above-ground cemeteries, the Crescent and the levee area interesting. Ditto the French Quarter aside from Bourbon Street, which was off-putting to me. Those are my choices of what to preserve. But if a lot of money is going to be spent, why not spend it creating a New New Orleans that's above sea level and otherwise less disaster-prone. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 31, 2007 | perma-link | (22) comments





Thursday, August 30, 2007


Snooze Sports
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Labor Day* weekend is coming up. That means it's likely that readership will be low for a few days. Which further means that I'm less likely to be lynched or tarred, feathered and run out of town for this post. So why not have some innocent fun -- in the form of reaming sports fans to the depths of their souls. [Clears throat, adjusts eyeglasses] I contend that sports were originally played by folks for interest and enjoyment . No doubt others gathered around to watch, but that was secondary. Nowadays the situation has flipped, especially for professional sports that can't exist without large spectator bases. Consider baseball. I was never much of a softball player as a kid. But when I was out in the field, I had to pay attention to what was happening. That is, I was engrossed in the game. By the time I was a teenager, I found that I couldn't get engrossed when in spectator mode. As an adult, I came to the state where I could pay attention for the first three innings, got fidgety for the second three and, during the final three I was so desperately bored I didn't care which team won; I was praying for batters to strike out on three pitches. Besides baseball, what professional sports do I find boring as a spectator? Here's a short list. Soccer ("Football" outside the USA) -- Not much scoring, just a bunch of guys running around a large, grassy field. Tennis -- Someone starts off hitting a ball over a net. Then it gets whacked back and forth over said net two or three times and Poof!! it hits the net or lands in an illegal area and everything stops, only to be repeated. Basketball -- Lots of running back and forth on a court and plenty (maybe too much?) scoring. But much of the time the outcome is decided in the final minutes. So why bother watching the first 90 percent of the game? Which brave (foolhardy?) readers want to offer their own lists of boring sports? Comment if you dare. Later, Donald * For non-Yank readers, Labor Day is a holiday held the first Monday in September. It marks the end of summer vacation season and, in many parts of the country, the start of school week. In other words, it's sort of a "last chance" holiday.... posted by Donald at August 30, 2007 | perma-link | (26) comments





Tuesday, August 28, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Design Observer's Michael Bierut writes a lovely introduction to a charming designer, Charley Harper, some of whose work looks like a pop version of Paul Klee. * Prairie populist Caleb Stegall likes Bill McKibben's eco-critiques a lot more than McKibbin's eco-solutions. Fun to see both Stegall and McKibben citing the German economist Wilhelm Ropke, a favorite of mine. * The Best Sentence of the Day Award goes to Cowtown Pattie for this beauty: "Texas boys know that even a riled rattlesnake don't hold a light to a pissed-off woman who'd just had her personal space violated by a furry wild animal." * James Kunstler takes time out from ridiculing chic architecture to praise a modest, handsome, and restrained effort by New Urbanist Milton Grenfell. Explore some other work by Grenfell and his partners here. * Roissy thinks that today's young guys are becoming alarmingly unmanly. * Here's a pretty amazing optical illusion. * Yahmdallah enjoyed "Hot Fuzz." * Elvis Costello wants to know. (Nick Lowe, who wrote the song, does his own version here.) Funny to think that E.C. was once a lean and hungry young dude, isn't it? * OuterLife has an inspired idea about what to do with all that money he's been saving for his kids' college educations. * Rats prefer refined sugar to cocaine. * Charlton Griffin turns up a couple of beauties: a review of the worst cars ever designed -- I've owned two of them myself, can anyone top that? -- and an illustrated list of the top ten body-modified people. You ain't never seen such tattoos and piercings. * Creative fun with type -- but be sure to close the office door first. * Here's a clever remix of a classic. * People who eat prepared-food dinners (instead of preparing dinner for themselves) aren't actually saving any time. * Vince Keenan writes a hilarious appreciation of action star Steven Seagal. * Perhaps men are actually good for a few things? * Here's a hard-core libertarian -- ie., Mises Institute -- video view of the Fed. Does Mencius approve? * Ginger Strand passes along some enlightening information and thoughts about the changing meaning of pets over the years. (Link thanks to Andrew Sullivan.) * Dave Lull has discovered the Inappropriate Yoga Guy. * Raymond Pert forwards along an important video bulletin about the immigration crisis. * Tyler Cowen lists his favorite things Pennsylvanian. Pennsylvania really is an amazing state, isn't it? * Here's that notorious 300 page AT&T/iPhone bill. * Prairie Mary reports that the Indian reservation she lives on is developing a middle class. * MBlowhard Rewind: I confess that I don't know what the hell's going on in a lot of modern poetry but I like some of it anyway. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 28, 2007 | perma-link | (25) comments




Moon Over Manhattan
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- The Wife and I were walking home through the Village after a pleasant evening -- a pretty good Zen talk (given by this guy), followed by designer burgers to die for -- when I spotted the moon posing prettily above a glamorously-illuminated building. When you're a Manhattanite, it isn't often that you notice the moon at all -- tall buildings and bright lights are usually all-too-effective at concealing and / or drowning out the moon's beauty. Inspired by the moment, I pulled out the cheapo Kodak, braced myself against a tree, and hoped for the best. OK, so maybe tripods and expensive cameras have their uses after all ... Still, my snap struck me as a fun example of the inept-shakeycam genre. And that's a nice Arthur Dove-ish sky, no? Best, Michael UPDATE: Brian shows off his own, far more memorable, moon-over-Manhattan photo.... posted by Michael at August 28, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Saturday, August 25, 2007


Optional Touring
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The packet of materials arrived yesterday from the tour company. Now we have our marching orders. (Nancy is a big tour-group fan. I am not -- at least where western Europe is involved. But this year we're doing it her way, meaning that we do the tour. And once it ends in Milan we'll be heading south to Cinque Terre and Lucca, doing this by train rather than by my preferred method, the automobile.) One item of major interest in the packet is the itinerary booklet. For each day, it tells where the group as a whole will be going and which meals will be furnished. For example, I now know that I have an entire day to knock around Florence on my own or with Nancy. That's because I've been there twice already and have seen most of the sites the tour group will be visiting. Another part of the itinerary gets scary: it's the section dealing with Optional Excursions. What's scary is how much extra money these activities can chew up. For example, our Italian tour averages one Optional Excursion per each of the 11 days available for sightseeing. If one were to sign up for all of them (and some people do just that), the total cost per person would be 482 Euros or $656 at an exchange rate of 135 cents per Euro. Cheap me, I'd take not a single Optional Excursion. But Nancy likes to do stuff and will probably sign on for several of them and shame me into taking a few with her. At this point, we might take the "Fountains by Night and Dinner" excursion in Rome for 59 Euros ($80) apiece. I can halfway justify the price because we'd otherwise have to eat out anyway. The other excursion on my horizon is the "Gondola & Serenade" in Venice, costing 32 Euros ($43) a head. I meekly mentioned to Nancy that we already did the gondola / serenade thing at the Venetian casino in Vegas. But she has this strange concept that doing it in Venice will be more authentic or more romantic or more something. More expensive, that's for sure. There. I've vented and am feeling better already. What's your take on Optional Excursions for tours that cost a lot in the first place? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 25, 2007 | perma-link | (13) comments





Wednesday, August 22, 2007


Excellent Neighbor
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards --- Last Sunday we attended the Pebble Beach Concours d'Élégance classic automobile display where entrants come from as far as Seattle, the East Coast and, in the case of Nicola Bulgari's Packard, from Rome, Italy. I took a lot of photos and plan to use them as grist for future blog posts. For starters, I''ll show you a car that fascinates me: the 1931 Voisin C20 V-12 Simoun Demi-Berline. The photos are only so-so because the car was displayed in front of a tent and right beside a large, circular sculpture. Furthermore, it was in the middle of the pathway between the spectator bus arrival zone and the entrance to the show, so there were many passers-by when I was trying to get my shots. Voisin, by the way, is French for "neighbor" -- hence my tortured title to this post. The car's creator, Gabriel Voisin, started out building airplanes but switched to automobiles after the Great War. His cars were expensive and unusual; not many were made and few exist today. Voisin lost control of his company in the mid-1930s, but lived into his 90s. I might devote a post to him and some his most interesting creations later. (I wonder if, were Voisin alive today, the brash car press in the USA and Britain would dub him "Gabe Nabe.") Gallery The Simoun Demi-Berline is racy-looking despite the fact that it is in no way streamlined -- note the flat, vertical windshield, vertical radiator cover and the box beside the hood. Its élan is due to its height, which was extremely low for its day. The car was low because it had what was called an "underslung" chassis, that rode below the wheel axles, the springs being mounted above, rather than below it. The high placement of the headlights serves to enhance the appearance of being low; had they been lower, the car would have seemed taller. This Voisin is basically in three distinct sections: (1) the front "power package" area incorporating the motor, front wheels and stowage boxes; (2) the passenger compartment; and (3) a rear area where the trunk, spare tire and rear wheels are located. The styling thrust of the 1930s and 40s was to integrate the body into an envelope covering formerly discrete functional details. This shows the front detail in profile. The car has fenders that wrap around the tires closely, somewhat like motorcycle fenders do. However, they are not pure "cycle fenders" because they are fixed and do not pivot with the wheels when they turn. The right-side box is clearly seen. These boxes are located in the position where other cars -- usually luxury cars with long hoods and long S-shaped (ogive) front fenders -- often had spare tires; this adds to the Voisin's unique appearance. Note again that the windshield is flat and vertical -- no, it seems to lean very slightly forward at the top. Also of interest is the passenger compartment. Besides the virtually... posted by Donald at August 22, 2007 | perma-link | (1) comments





Tuesday, August 21, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Kids need fat. * The one time I saw Elvis perform -- in Vegas, about a year before his death -- he was awful: porky, dripping with drug-addict sweat, and so zonked that he couldn't remember the words to his biggest hits. Add about a million sweat-drops, and this is how he was. * Cowtown Pattie's mom has been struggling with some serious health challenges. Drop by and send some love. * Agnostic has a small nit to pick with Paul Fussell's "Class." * Happy fourth birthday to the ever-lively, ever-resourceful, and ever-enlightening Marginal Revolution. * Yahmdallah celebrates the voyeuristic pleasures that the Web offers. * Darby Shaw takes a hilarious look at the architecture of the building that houses the Portland Oregonian. * Should people on their way to see the new "Bourne" movie take some Dramamine first? (Link thanks to David Chute.) * Soon to be coming to your neighborhood too ... * E-book enthusiast Robert Nagle turns up some provocative e-book links. * The heads of Canada, the U.S. and Mexico have been meeting, and Allan Wall is convinced that they've been up to no good. * Alias Clio sizes up two famous waif-neurotics, and disses Neil Strauss' how-to-pick-up-chicks epic "The Game." * Steve Sailer awards a failing grade to Karl Rove. Hard to imagine anyone taking issue with that evaluation. * MBlowhard Rewind: I marveled at how truly strange and bizarre many people in the cultureworld are. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 21, 2007 | perma-link | (25) comments




Sunglasses Follies
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We just returned from four days in dry, sunny California. Ah, yes. Sun. And glare. Which made me think about sunglasses -- the currently available variations. I'm pondering because I'll be getting my eyes checked in a few weeks and need to consider what I should do once I get the inevitable prescription-change. My wife is having her eyes checked the same day, being overdue for new glasses. She likes sun protection for her eyes, but doesn't like regular sunglasses. Instead, she opts for those lenses that darken in strong light, and will probably get another set of those. Three or four years ago she persuaded me to try them out, so I spent a lot of money for new frames and those fancy non-lines bifocals with the tint feature. Hated them. Here in the soggy Pacific Northwest we get a lot of overcast days. Often the overcast isn't terribly thick and the amount of light can be greater than one might think. I found my glasses darkening when I'd leave the office building to grab some lunch on such days. Besides feeling a speck foolish, the situation was complicated by the fact that my eyes were bothered because what I was seeing through the lenses was too dark. No more self-tinting glasses for me. Truth is, I've even had issues with conventional sunglasses for years. By "conventional," I mean those sunglasses with frames like everyday eyeglasses. I once ordered prescription sunglasses and discovered that my eyes were bothered most of the time; so I didn't use them much. They didn't bother me when I was driving, and this provides a clue as to why they caused me trouble. You see, when I was driving, the roof of the car prevented sunlight from coming over the tops of the lenses. And if I had been into wearing baseball caps then, a cap bill would have provided the same service. The fundamental problem with sunglasses of any kind that use normal frames is that sunlight can strike the eye from over the top of the lenses, and sometimes from the sides. This means that the irises have trouble adjusting: directly in front, things are darkened, but strong glare is coming from the periphery. So what to do? Relax in adjustment to the light coming through then tinted lenses or contract in reaction to the bright light of the sunshine coming from above? The solution is wrap-around sunglass lenses. When I was young, the closest one could get to this ideal was aviator glasses; these look really nice, provided one had the correctly-shaped face -- which I lack. Last year I bought some sunglasses that went a little beyond aviator-style. But I don't wear contact lenses, so I can't see things perfectly when wearing them. I have an artificial lens in my right eye, and my other eye is starting to edge back towards near-sightedness after a period of going the other direction. I suppose the... posted by Donald at August 21, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, August 14, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * You certainly can't say that he lacks conviction. * Tyler Cowen reads what sounds like a remarkable book about poverty. * Robert Sandall's survey of the collapse of the music CD business is essential recent-cultural-history reading. (Link thanks to ALD) * Katie Hutchison enjoys a visit to the Berkshire Botanical Gardens. * Irina thinks that cocaine can make people do stupid sexual things. * George Borjas considers a study that looks at productivity and age among artists. * French-Canadian Martine is just beginning to discover the glories of English-Canadian fiction. * John Williams marvels at the Times' ultra-confrontational interviewer Deborah Solomon. * Mencius tries to make some sense of anti-Americanism. * Take that, undercover reporter-girl! * Mark Barry writes about the fun of collaborating on a lithograph. * The Derelict has been taking a re-look at some of the movies he loved as a kid. * Randall Parker notices the difference that one sentence in an energy bill can make. * Now we're supposed to worry about cholesterol levels that are too low ... * Confirmed heterosexual Grumpy Old Bookman admires a collection of essays by John Preston, a successful homosexual writer of gay porn. * Alias Clio would like to see a little more balance in discussions about the differences between girls and boys. * Lester Hunt wonders what the difference between a "gourmet" and a "foodie" might be. * Kirsten learns that there are 2500 different kinds of cicadas. * MBlowhard Rewind: I took stock of Method acting. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 14, 2007 | perma-link | (17) comments




Before the Interstates
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- From time to time I'll post an article on life in the era circa 1945-65 -- the Fifties, with a little elbow room on either end. Why? Because eventually my generation will die off [Sniff] and I think it is useful for history that members of each generation leave some records of how things seemed to those living through the events they experienced. Moreover, I'm definitely excluding reports by journalists, other professional writers and academicians. I can't say with certainty how reports on eras such as the Twenties and Thirties have been distorted by such paid observers, but much of what I read about the Fifties doesn't ring true. For example, supposedly the decade was one of fear caused by rampant McCarthyism. Sure, there was the Cold War and the Korean War, but on a day-to-day basis, life was fun for many of us. When I mentioned this last point to an academic, he immediately retorted "But the racism! It was everywhere!" So I suppose life in the Fifties really was intolerable: I was a victim of various forms of false-consciousness, it would seem. One thing about those days that wasn't so hot and that did affect me personally was the highway system in its pre-Interstate form. First, some background. The Twenties and even the depressed Thirties were the time when most cities in the USA were linked by hard-surface paved roads for the first time. Most of these were two-lane roads (one lane for each direction), often with little or no shoulder. The situation in 1950 was roughly as follows. The population of the United States was about half of what it is now -- slightly more than 150 million, according to that year's census. The number of cars and other road vehicles was much less than half of today's count. Few families had more than one car back then and trucks were relatively fewer because long-distance land-based hauling tended to be by railroad. The legislation that launched the Interstate system was six years in the future. Population was more concentrated in the northeastern quadrant of the country than now. Although four-lane highways tied some cities in that region together, there was a perceived need for a more effective kind of highway -- the freeway. (The term "freeway" refers to free-flowing traffic -- no stoplights or other impediments -- not toll-free.) Germany and Italy had some freeways in place before 1940 and people such as industrial designer Norman Bel Geddes had proposed a national freeway system in the 30s. The need and the solution were first manifested here in the form of the turnpike freeway. Financing was by bond sales and revenue was furnished by tolls. The first major long-distance freeway was the Pennsylvania Turnpike, whose first section (along the route of an uncompleted rail line) opened in 1940. By 1950 other turnpikes were planned or under construction in New York, Ohio, Indiana, New Jersey and elsewhere in that region. It was different... posted by Donald at August 14, 2007 | perma-link | (9) comments





Sunday, August 12, 2007


Blogging Notes
Dear Blowhards -- * Thanks to some unexpected publicity, there might be a few more new 2Blowhards readers than normal. So this is a good excuse to once again describe the Comments procedures and policies hereabouts. It seems this blog gets comment-spammed from time to time. This was a serious problem a year or two ago. Spamming is less now, but we still get hit from time to time. There are several ways of dealing with the problem, but we use the expedient of putting incoming comments into a holding tank so that spam can be identified and zapped without ever getting published. What this means to the legitimate commenter is that a comment might not appear on the Web for minutes or even hours. That's because, believe it or not, Michael and I aren't constantly logged onto this site; we clean and post comments when we find the time to do so. But we do the best we can. So if your comment doesn't appear on the site immediately, there's probably no technical problem. If you don't see it after the better part of 24 hours, then yes, something went haywire. Another thing newcomers need to know is that we definitely don't like unruly comments. No name-calling. No red-hot flaming. Preferably no profanity. Keep things gentle and civil even if you think another commenter is stark mad or a spawn of the devil. * I'll be off to California Thursday for a long weekend, so posting from me will likely be non-existent from then till the following Tuesday. The upside is, I'll be attending the Pebble Beach Concours d'Élégance classic automobile show Sunday the 19th. I'll be on high alert for interesting stuff and my digital camera will be at the ready. If the planets (well, make that the Auburns, Cords and Duesenbergs) align correctly, I'll post a report on the event. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 12, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Saturday, August 11, 2007


A Parallel Universe
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The Harry Potter books depict a kind of dual-universe Britain. There is the Britain we are familiar with. And then there is a hidden Britain, populated by wizards and witches, where technology is magic-driven. I recently discovered that there is something similar going on right here in the USA. Not witches, wizards and magic. What I found was a parallel universe -- namely, Whole Foods Market. Okay, I've actually been poking my nose into Whole Foods for a few years, in the form of their Monterey, CA store next to the Del Monte mall. But the parallel-ness didn't really hit home until yesterday when we did some shopping at their Roosevelt neighborhood store in Seattle. Up one aisle and down another we pushed the cart. We gazed at row after row of jars, cans, boxes, etc. Almost none of the brands were familiar to me. And there was that word ORGANIC. It was on almost every item. I didn't check, but it wouldn't have surprised me if the zip-lock baggies were labeled ORGANIC. At one point I gave a sigh of relief to see some French's mustard on a shelf -- next to mustard of an ORGANIC brand I'd never seen before. I suppose it's yet another character failing of mine, but I am not of the ORGANIC faith. I find Whole Foods weird, creepy. It was comforting half an hour later to be in a conventional supermarket looking for items Whole Foods didn't carry. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 11, 2007 | perma-link | (31) comments





Friday, August 10, 2007


Some Rich 'n' Yummy Geek Fodder
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Do you love airplanes? Do you like data? Are you curious about how things work? I say Yes to all three questions. And that's why I spent much of yesterday evening engrossed reading Ray Whitford's book Evolution of the Airliner. The material in the book seems to be based on articles written for a popular aviation magazine, which means that some chapters' most recent data are for the 1990s and not the present decade: but that's a fairly minor quibble, given the slowing pace of airliner product launches. I'm a visually-oriented guy and like the many pictures and, especially, the many graphs depicting various trends. Two photo quibbles: (1) there were no photos of the Convair 880/990 jetliners; and (2) no photos of American planes in the chapter on flying boats. (Whitford is British and otherwise plays fair with the modest Yankee contributions to commercial aviation history. But Really! -- none of the various Sikorsky flying boats Pan American few? No Martin model 130? No Boeing 314? Shame!, I say.) Some graphs I found interesting: NYC-LA flight times for various airliners from the Ford Timotor to the 707. Cruising speed plotted against year of first flight, 1919-1970 (when airliner speeds topped out ). Wing loading plotted against year of service entry, 1936-1993. Fuel efficiency in terms of seat-miles per US gallon against date of service entry, 1953-1993. And there are diagrams. One I liked illustrated flying boat metacentric height as formed by the center of gravity and the center of buoyancy. Another illustrated wing pressure interactions for biplanes, showing inefficiencies compared to monoplane wings. Wow! If this isn't insanely great (to quote Steve Jobs), then I don't know what is. Go geeks, go!! Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 10, 2007 | perma-link | (0) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Ed Gorman has some recommendations. * WhiskyPrajer wonders why the screenwriter and pulp-fiction author Leigh Brackett isn't better-known. * Scott Chaffin thinks that some people miss the whole damn point of blogging. * Alice found the "Transformers" movie a wow. * Derek Lowe takes issue with a review of a book about the drug industry. * Thursday counts three ways a value judgment can go wrong. * Cineris revisits "The Hobbit." * Berkeley's great Alice Waters sings the praises of farmers' markets and Slow Food. But local-foods advocate James McWilliams has begun to wonder if eating local is really the most eco-sound thing to do. (Link thanks to Reid Farmer.) * Now that's one smart greyhound. * Steve Bodio shows off a clip of an eagle o'er-mastering a deer, and shares some observations about Kazakhs. They sound like a seriously interesting and impressive people. * Kimberly recalls some of her more intense relationships. (NSFW) * MBlowhard Rewind: I stirred up a blogospherian tempest when I suggested that Frank Lloyd Wright might not have been God. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 10, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Wednesday, August 8, 2007


Idle Thoughts
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yesterday I saw a bumper sticker that said "Equal Rights for All Species." Um. Even cockroaches? Speaking of species and such, am I alone in finding monkeys not amusing? I hear tell that there are people out there who think government bureaucrats know how to run our lives better than we do. I used to be a government bureaucrat of sorts, but now am retired. Does that mean I knew how to run my life better then than I do now? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 8, 2007 | perma-link | (19) comments





Sunday, August 5, 2007


A Damnedest Thing
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We went to Seattle's annual unlimited hydroplane race yesterday to catch the first "heat" and the air show by the Navy's Blue Angels aerobatic demonstration team. This brought back memories of one of the damnedest things I've ever seen -- something that took place at the same Lake Washington venue 7 August 1955. There was an airshow that afternoon between race heats, just as now. I think the Blue Angels performed that day also, though I won't bet my life on it. But that's not what I'm talking about. Approaching the race course, heading north over the center of the lake, came Boeing's 707 airliner prototype, the famous Dash-80 -- then about a year old. When it got to the race area it seemingly started to bank, but didn't. Instead it did a stately barrel roll, a sort of corkscrew maneouver, not a tight Blue Angels type roll. This was completely unexpected and those of us in the audience had a profound What In Hell Is Going On Here reaction. I won't swear it was the damnedest thing I ever saw, but it ranks highly. Below is a photo taken from the aircraft when it was upside-down. Piloting the Dash-80 was colorful test pilot "Tex" Johnston (who actually came from Kansas). An account of the incident is here. And here is a link to a YouTube video showing a not-very-clear film of the barrel roll and Johnston (who died in 1998) explaining what happened. Johnston maintained that what he did was perfectly safe: the stress on the airplane's wings was one "G," the same as in normal level flight. So it seemed pretty hairy, but really wasn't. Nevertheless, there were no other 707s (technically, the prototype wasn't one either -- it was simply Boeing design number 367-80) and if it were destroyed, Boeing would have suffered greatly. So as Tex explains in the video, Boeing chief Bill Allen gently told him never to repeat the stunt. Johnston never did. Me? I'm glad I was there to witness it. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 5, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, August 1, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Here's some irresistable porn for sportscar freaks. Bugatti, Porsche, Lamborghini -- now aren't those some sexy names? * I had a good time surfing through this gallery show of art inspired by William Shatner. * Agnostic remembers what he enjoyed so much about "Clueless." * Alias Clio considers women's power over men. * Glenn Abel wants you to start using active verbs. * Were Virginia Woolf's mandarin-socialist and feminist views dependent upon a staff of female servants? (Link thanks to ALD.) * Are you eager to build an outdoor eating space in your back yard? Architect Katie Hutchison volunteers a number of helpful tips. * Say hello to "El Pasco". * Literary critic Sven Birkerts persists in believing that the opinions of literary critics are crucial. How can such an intelligent and talented man be such a high-minded dimwit? * David Chute suspects that Chinese martial arts movies are the world's oldest action genre. * What to do with all the old sex toys? (Link thanks to Raymond Pert.) * Why are the English so much more frank than we are about the importance of migration as a political topic? * At Comic-Con, Anne Thompson interviews porn star and action-movie-hero-wannabe Jenna Jameson. "I'm a nerd at heart," Jenna tells Anne. (CORRECTION: The interview was actually conducted by Anne's colleague Erin Maxwell.) * Kevin Michael Grace found Microsoft's Vista 'way too moody a mistress. * DVD Spin Doctor suggests some DVDs to watch in celebration of the life of Ingmar Bergman. Lester Hunt offers a sensible response to Bergman's work. * MBlowhard Rewind: In honor of the recent death of film director Michelangelo Antonioni, here's my posting about his brilliant 1975 film "The Passenger." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 1, 2007 | perma-link | (30) comments





Tuesday, July 31, 2007


Reunions 1: Long Ago or Ever-Present?
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- The reason for my uncharacteristic silence over the last few days: I was in Western New York State, attending the 35th reunion of the public high school class I'd have graduated with had I not been sent off to attend a boarding school. So, the first of a few brief postings prompted by my 35th. Inevitable and overwhelming initial reponse: Good lord, where did all the years go? The funny thing, though, is that -- although childhood and school happened so long ago -- it all feels closer than yesterday. I didn't expect this to be the case, to be honest. As a kid, I imagined that older people experience past events as very distant things. And to some extent that is in fact what revisiting the past is like. Seeing the old neighborhoods and friends once again, I sometimes feel as though it all happened in a different lifetime. At other times, I even feel as though the events of my long-ago past happened to someone else entirely; they feel less like something I possess and more like stories a friend once told me. But there are many more moments when these events feel more real than today. Revisiting my past, time seems first to compress, then to dissolve entirely. It's as though at some point I got off a train that was chugging forward, and ever since have inhabited a loop-the-loopy, 4-dimensional continuum in which I'm forever stumbling across unexpected yet familiar versions of my life. When did this shift occur? In my late 40s, maybe? In any case, when I revisit the old haunts and rekindle the old friendships, 1964 and 1972 don't feel like ships that I passed long ago and that are now tiny dots disappearing over a distant horizon. Instead they feel like fullscale fellow creatures who share space with the current me in an eternal here and now. This is part of what I found great about a few movies made by old men, by the way: Luis Bunuel's "That Obscure Object of Desire," John Huston's "The Dead," and Robert Altman's final movie "A Prairie Home Companion." Different as these films are, they all convey something of what the experience of living as an older person is like. In the Altman particularly, everything exists on the same plane. Linear time and conventional categories have lost their dictatorial powers. Fantasies, art, memories, the present, and history all mingle in the same consciousness-space. (I blogged about "A Prairie Home Companion" here.) Is this development a consequence of the organic brain deteriorating with age? Of what happens to perception when your mental RAM has maxed out? Or is this everything-shares-the-same-stage thing simply how life starts to look when some perspective on the whole mess has been attained? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 31, 2007 | perma-link | (10) comments





Friday, July 27, 2007


Closed Open Minds
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- What I'm about to say probably isn't one bit original; if I were a good scholar, I'd provide lots of citations and links to what others have written on the subject. Alas, I'm too lazy to be scholarly. Besides, I wanna vent, and scholarship gets in the way of that. My subject is people who claim that other folks are "closed-minded" and people who urge others to be "open-minded." The two groups undoubtedly overlap considerably because the assertions are implicitly two sides of the same coin. Truth is, most "mindedness" issues are subjective. In such cases evidence is contradictory, not overwhelmingly on one side of a matter. This means that taking one side and rejecting others can be intellectually defensible regardless of which side is taken. My gripe is that most of the times when someone says "Be open-minded about X" or "Don't be closed-minded regarding X," what they are doing is faulting others for not agreeing with the speaker's position. Simply put, it's a form a intellectual bullying. The irony is that the person who is "open-minded" -- favorably disposed to case-X -- is probably "closed-minded" to case contra-X. Here's a trivial example to illustrate my point (I'll be cowardly and avoid hot topics such as homosexual marriage, abortion, etc. to keep Comments calm). Joe and Susie were in Central Park when the 2005 Christo assemblage The Gates was on view. Susie expresses the thought that The Gates isn't really art. Shocked, Joe says "C'mon Sue, it is art. Be open-minded." Joe, it seems, might be "closed-minded" to the idea that The Gates is not art. So what Joe was really saying was: "My position regarding The Gates is obviously right and you, Suzie, are simply wrong. Get with the program and change your mind." The real issue here is how "art" is defined, and the definition of "art" is hardly a settled matter. If Suzie had never considered the possibility that The Gates might be art, then the "closed-minded" label might have justification. But if she had given the matter of the definition of art some thought and still rejected the idea the The Gates was art, then she wasn't being "closed-minded" at all: she was simply making an honest disagreement. People who accuse others of being "closed-minded" seldom seem to have considered the possibility that their targets have given a matter any thought at all. Nor do they bother to ask. As I said, they're basically bullies. I think a proper approach would be to say "I take position Y on issue X. If you haven't given the matter some thought, then please do so. Perhaps you might then come to agree with me." Sigh: probably wishful thinking in this bumper-sticker age. So when I hear or read someone assert "Be open-minded," my reaction often is: "Closed-minded bastard!" C'est la vie. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 27, 2007 | perma-link | (21) comments





Thursday, July 26, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Yoga wants you to forget the six-pack. * Lester Hunt shares some enthusiasm for (and some smart reservations about) "Ratatouille." * Yahmdallah imparts a little too much wisdom to his 2 1/2 year old daughter. * Josh Oakhurst prefers to wait for the DVD. * The cat who can predict when people will die. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Do you need to know anything more than this about acting? * I heart ultra-slow motion. * Well, it sure beats pumping iron and organizing gang fights. (Link thanks to the Communicatrix.) * Katie Hutchison wonders what it is that makes a small building charming. You can ask Katie for architectural advice here. * Sylvia Kristel, who starred in the pioneer classy-soft-core movie "Emmanuelle," talks to the Telegraph about her roller coaster of a life. * Vince Keenan has some words of praise for Glenn Ford. * Jewish Atheist recalls what it was like to grow up Orthodox. "What I experienced was not a community courageously combining modernity with its sacred beliefs, but one threatened by reality," he writes. * Get to know Tyler Cowen a little bit better. Maybe he'll even customize a podcast just for you. Buy Tyler's new book here. * Steve Sailer wonders if the lefties who love immigrants know how macho Latinos can be. * David Pogue looks over his first AT&T bill for his iPhone and feels the bile rise. * Roger Scruton makes the case for a conservative environmentalism. * Thanks to Peter Winkler for pointing out this very amusing Joe Dante-sponsored "Trailers from Hell" website. * MBlowhard Rewind: I wrote an introduction to the wonderful Mediterranean Revival architect and promoter Addison Mizner here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 26, 2007 | perma-link | (27) comments





Tuesday, July 24, 2007


Stealth New-Product Announcements
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm drafting this article on 19 July. Two days ago I spotted a 2008 Mercury Sable rental car on Interstate 5. I knew it was a 2008 model because the 2007 guise of the same car had the name Mercury Montego. What I didn't know was that 2008 Mercurys had been announced and were on the road. So I checked the Web a few minutes ago and found this link to 2008 Mercury Sables and this link to its near-twin, the 2008 Ford Taurus. By golly, 2008 model Fords and Mercurys are here! Had I spotted a new Ford Taurus I would have known that it too was a 2008 model. That's because until now it was called the Ford 500. Ford Motor Company's new CEO Alan Mulally ditched the alliterative model names that FoMoCo's previous management was so (mistakenly, I think) enamored of and revived better-known model names that lapsed recently (a better idea, but not necessarily optimal). What's important here is the fact that I didn't know that the Ford 2008 model year cars had been launched. I'm interested in cars, but not to the point that I regularly read car-buff blogs to get the very latest fuzzy spy-photos of prototypes, industry rumors and press releases. I subscribe to Autoweek magazine but missed any reference to the 2008s had they existed. I don't recall seeing newspaper advertising heralding the resurrection of the Taurus and Sable. As for television, I almost never watch it any more, so didn't have a chance for a commercial roll past me. Am I that totally out of it? Or did Ford not even bother with more than a half-hearted publicity campaign? I suspect it's the latter. That's because car companies have gradually de-emphasized model year changes over the past 30 or 40 or more years. Time was, an automobile manufacturer would have been embarrassed if it had offered too-modest a styling face-lift for a new model year. Nowadays it can be almost impossible to distinguish a model's year simply by looking; my 2005 Chrysler 300 is virtually identical on the outside to 2006 and 2007 versions. Excitement was the order of the announcement day back in the 1940s and 50s. I remember when the 1949 Fords debuted. Searchlights at dealerships probed the night sky. There was a radio broadcast featuring the event (Seattle's first TV station wasn't yet on the air). I remember the thrill of seeing some uncovered 1956 Fords on a truck on their way to a dealer a few days before the release date. Back then, styling of the next-year models was a tightly kept secret, so those 56s I spotted should have been under canvas. By keeping styling secret, manufacturers whetted the curiosity of potential buyers. Car-buff magazines played along with this by printing "sneak-preview" articles containing suggestive, but not informative photos of different bits of forthcoming models. (Nowadays, pretty detailed views of cars a year or two from production are commonly seen... posted by Donald at July 24, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments




Not-So Central Stations
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I don't worship passenger railroads. Don't hate 'em either. Maybe I'm delusional, but I fancy myself pragmatic on the matter. There are some folks out there who think that inter-city passenger trains can cure a lot of America's transportation ills. They'll start off by asserting that if only those suckers who drive cars or fly between cities wised up and took trains, then highways would become less crowded, airports less noisy, fuel would be saved and the air would be less polluted. Then they would likely tear up in nostalgia for the transportation world of 1912 before pounding the table and claiming that our betters the Europeans know how to do things right. It's true that Europe's intercity passenger railroad system is far superior to what we have in the States. There are many reasons for this, including: slower population growth and less pressure to suburbanize; much later mass adoption of the automobile; and longer-term government ownership of railroads. While Europe now has a highly-developed intercity freeway system and recently has been getting low-fare airlines, many people continue to rely on railroads for traveling from city to city. Consider the Eurostar, known on the street as the "Chunnel" train. One terminus is the Gare du Nord in Paris, the other is Waterloo Station in London. Originally the trip took three hours, thanks to the French TGV (high-speed train) system. In 2003 a stretch of TVG-style track was opened in England, cutting the journey by 20 minutes. In November, the final English section is scheduled to open, the terminus being relocated to St. Pancras Station on the north side of central London. The result will be an even quicker trip. I like the Chunnel train. Whenever I travel between London and Paris I take it because it's faster and seems to involve less hassle than the alternatives -- flying or driving and taking a cross-Channel ferry. I've even taken intercity trains in the USA. As a kid I traveled several times between Seattle and Spokane and once from Seattle to Chicago and then on to Detroit. While in the Army I went from Washington, DC to New York City and from New York City to Baltimore when I was changing posts. Then when I worked in Albany I occasionally took the train when I had business in Washington. So I'm not utterly ignorant of the subject. One advantage claimed for trains is that they get into your destination city. Really? Sometimes they do, as is the case of New York City's Grand Central Terminal and Pennsylvania Station -- the former being reasonably close to many Midtown hotels and offices, the latter a little more peripheral. But New York might be exceptional. Let's assume one is traveling fairly light, perhaps with a briefcase and a wheeled piece of luggage about the size stowable in an airliner's overhead bin or a little larger. Further assume the weather is favorable and the traveler reasonably fit: fit enough to... posted by Donald at July 24, 2007 | perma-link | (23) comments





Thursday, July 19, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Raise the IQ question and watch the number of commenters shoot up. * That Hitler sure had a nice way with home decor, didn't he? (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Claire couldn't resist temptation. * So there was this old barn on this guy's property, and when he finally got around to cracking it open ... (Link thanks to Susan, who has been enjoying a Friedrich von Blowhard favorite, Saul Bellow's "Henderson the Rain King.") * Say it ain't so: Sales of women's stockings have halved in Britain over just the last four years. Ladies, won't you please reconsider? * Marc Andreessen notices a neat wrinkle in the immigration issue: Our agricultural policies, especially the way we subsidize corn, are helping drive Mexicans north. * Learn some nifty facts about Terrierman, Matt, Reid, Steve, and Henry. * British feminist Fay Weldon seems to think that this gender-equality thing has gone a little too far. * Is this the YouTube equal of the opening shot of "Touch of Evil"? * David reports that time really does slow down when you get hit by a car. * Empires come and empires go ... * Alias Clio has some good words for the historical novelist Mary Renault. * MBlowhard Rewind: To celebrate -- haha -- the financial success of Michael Bay's "Transformers," here's my appreciation of his extravagant 2005 bomb, "The Island." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 19, 2007 | perma-link | (18) comments





Tuesday, July 17, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Cowtown Pattie reads a juvenile novel that strikes her as pretty darned good. Alexandra reads a sci-fi romance and thinks it's pretty good too. * Philip Murphy recalls the '70s. * Americans are consuming 23 percent more sugar than they were 25 years ago. * Roissy remembers his first encounters with porn. * It seems conclusive: Dieting will almost certainly make you put on, not lose, weight. * Amity Shlaes thinks that it's time to reconsider FDR. * John Powers praises Chris Marker, the one-of-a-kind French filmmaker I raved about here. (Link thanks to DarkoV.) * Vince Keenan discovers Elvis' '68 Comeback Concert. * Thanks to Bryan, who turned up this gorgeous clip of Cyd Charisse in Nicholas Ray's "Party Girl." Has any performer ever combined the elegant and the lewd in quite such nice ratios as Cyd Charisse? * Mexico is drowning in its trash. (Link thanks to Rick Darby.) * Colleen turns up a fascinating explanation of why pop CDs have been sounding crappier in recent years. * Skeptical materialist Alan Little discovers his chakras. * WhiskyPrajer tries and enjoys his first Tony Hillerman mystery. * Mencius wonders when and how we might go about beginning to abolish the U.S. * Marc Andreessen raves about William Grant Still's "Afro-American Symphony." Stuart Buck turns up some CDs of spirituals that sound awfully good. * Thursday thinks that French Canadians and English Canadians might do well to split up. * George Borjas buys an iPhone and likes it. "Despite all the hype," he writes, "it won't mow my lawn or bring my breakfast to bed. But it is truly an exquisite mix of hardware and software." * Kevin Cure visits some Arab lands. * Free market-fan Chris Dillow thinks that Karl Marx made some good points. * Anne Thompson reports that a group of webshorts produced by Glamour magazine have been hits. * Maclin Horton remembers unfiltered Kool cigarettes, and labels himself "a retired smoker, but one who keeps a hand in." * Gawain rhapsodizes over and muses about the gorgeous, mysterious floors of the Basilica of St. Mark's in Venice. That's some gorgeous, mysterious writing too. * Jim Kalb falls for Kieslowski's "The Decalogue." * MBlowhard Rewind: I wrote an appreciation of James M. Cain's novel "Mildred Pierce" here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 17, 2007 | perma-link | (10) comments





Friday, July 13, 2007


Big Cities for Strolling
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- When encountering a large city that's new to me I try to learn it, provided I have the time. The first thing I do is get ahold of a street map ("plan" if on the Continent) and study the general layout -- locating the major streets, water features (if any), parks, government zones, museum / cultural areas and so forth. If I'm on-site, I'll locate myself and note where I am in relation to various landmarks. Then I'll set off exploring. Spread-out, automobile-age places such as the Los Angeles region, the Detroit area and Houston I usually explore by car. In the case of LA and Detroit I sometimes select a long street that cuts across a variety of neighborhoods so that I'm forced to see places I might otherwise avoid or neglect. (Just for the record, I drove 10 Mile Road in the Detroit area and Rosecrans Avenue -- if I remember correctly -- in the LA area.) Most often I do my exploring on foot and focus on the central area and sites that I think I'll find interesting. Usually I'll seek out the main shopping areas because I enjoy window-shopping and enjoy people-watching (shopping streets serve up a lot of grist for the people-watching mill). I make it a point to seek out sites of architectural importance. I'll visit museums with collections that interest me, but that's an indoor activity. I've been to only a few of the world's major cities, so what follows is limited. If any of you have your own favorites or blast me for misperception or bad taste, feel free to comment. What big city do I like best for exploring and for general strolling-around? Why Paris, of course. The curving Seine offers constantly changing views and viewpoints. The major boulevards and landmarks such as the Ile de la Cité, Louvre, Tour d'Eiffel and Arc de Triomphe make navigation fairly easy. And the tourist area (along the river roughly from the Eiffel Tower to the Gare d'Austerlitz) is not unwalkably large for a normal adult. People-watching -- be it of locals or tourists -- is fun and so is the window-shopping. I even enjoy reading shop names and other signs as a means of soaking in the French language. Other big cities? New York scores well in the window-shopping, people-watching and architectural departments. But I find the grid street pattern in the main part of Manhattan convenient, yet rather dull. London with the Thames has a curving central river like Paris does. This is a plus, but London doesn't exploit this resource as effectively. London has enough architectural sites to avoid embarrassment. It's also a great people and window shopping place. It's main problems, in my judgment, are (1) it's street system can let you drift off course unless you keep referring to your map, and (2) it's too big to take in by walking in one go -- it's best to cover a smallish area on... posted by Donald at July 13, 2007 | perma-link | (20) comments





Thursday, July 12, 2007


Crime Fiction Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Logical Meme thinks that "The Sopranos" embodied a lot of conservative values. * Alias Clio continues the conversation about loose women and Bohemia, and rhapsodizes about the brilliant British crime-fiction author Ruth Rendell. * Fred Blosser, a correspondent of Ed Gorman's, is a longtime reader of crime fiction. In a note to Ed, he lays out a lot of crime fiction's recent trends. * Vince Keenan praises noir-movie screenwriter Roy Huggins as "one of the stealth giants of popular culture." * MB Rewind: I expressed my enthusiasm for my favorite genre, psychological suspense, here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 12, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Anne Thompson links to a collection of irresistable musical numbers. Kate Marie does some patriotic YouTube linking. * Doctors prefer Camels. * Do judges have dreams of ruling on cases like this one? Or nightmares? * The film director Joe Dante started off working for Roger Corman, hit a commercial peak with the "Gremlins" series, and has been getting by ever since. In this interview, he offers a lot of perspective on recent American film history. * Colin Stewart's "Arts of Innovation" blog is full of provocations and inspirations for those who enjoy the act of creating. * Yahmdallah's Top Ten Novels list includes a bunch of books I really should catch up with. * Time to check in once again with The Manualist. * What's the best way to use Whole Foods? * Tyler Cowen suspects that iPod-listening encourages "fun" music experiences more than deep ones. * Check out the new addition to the Akron Art Museum. I hope the people of Akron are pleased. * Are American men now making less than their dads did? * Robert Fulford sings the praises of Arts & Letters Daily. Here's a Salon interview with ALD's gutsy and brilliant founder, Denis Dutton. It's hard to recall how narrow the public conversation about culture, ideas, and art was not so very long ago. For my money, Dutton deserves more credit than anyone else for the way the culture-conversation has opened up over the last decade. * Has anyone ever been able to say "Unh!" and "Yow!" quite as convincingly as James Brown did? * The best sentence of the day comes from David Chute: "Once a wimp always a wimp, and never more so than when you are over-compensating for the deep-seated suspicion that you might be one." * How many ingredients does a fast-food manufacturer use to make a strawberry milkshake? * Theater prof Paul Kuritz talks about what it's like to be a Christian theater artist. * James Kunstler has fun mocking the clothing preferences of today's young males. * Can GWBush manage to become even more disliked than Richard Nixon, the most-disliked President ever? He's coming close. (Link thanks to Randall Parker.) * Do you ever worry about the techies who fix your computer? All those personal files on your hard drive, lying there so open and vulnerable ... It turns out you're right to worry. * Is belief in the everywhere-and-always goodness of "diversity" -- the official religion of the U.S. -- finally beginning to crumble? * MB Rewind: I praised the architecture of a small Mexican restaurant. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 12, 2007 | perma-link | (12) comments





Wednesday, July 11, 2007


Links by Charlton and Dave
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- More linkage from those virtuoso websurfers Charlton Griffin and Dave Lull. From Charlton: * Imagine having this beat for a job. * What if the entire crew of "Star Trek" were Scottish? * Now that's a powerful zoom lens. * Some artists make some very strange things. * TV ought to provide this kind of running tab on everyone who appears on the tube. * Here's some modern animation that has some of the spirit and pace of the legendary old Warner Bros. cartoons. * Gotta love those classic game-show bloopers. From Dave: * Get to know Britain's biggest-selling female novelist. * Nathan Glazer does a good job of summing up the history (and failures, and conundrums) of architectural modernism. * Seth and Tyler wonder what the literary antecedents of blogs might be. * For the first time in history, more than half the world's people live in cities. Stewart ("How Buildings Learn") Brand explores what this development might mean for all of us. He also wonders about the aesthetics of "squatter cities." One-sixth of humanity now lives in squatter cities. * Slow Food, Slow Leadership, and now Slow Libraries. * Is the Texan writer Elmer Kelton one of America's best underknown novelists? * Bill Kauffman reviews a couple of memoirs about growing up in Iowa, and wonders if we might not be due for an Iowa renaissance. * Michael Allen, aka the Grumpy Old Bookman dismantles the snooties' contempt for romantic fiction. Let me second Dave's enthusiasm for Michael Allen -- if you've enjoyed my tussles with the publishing world and its pretentions, then you'll really enjoy reading Michael's blog. (He has made his no-holds-barred book "The Truth About Writing" available as a free PDF download. Read it, and save yourself a lot of heartache.) Fun to see that GOB admires the thinking of publishing consultant Mike Shatzkin as much as I do. And a funny / sad link that I'm proud to have turned up myself: * Let's hope none of us meet our end this way. Best, with many thanks to Charlton and Dave, Michael... posted by Michael at July 11, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Monday, July 9, 2007


Whither Highbrow?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Today Terry Teachout muses about the state of high culture these days, a piece triggered by the recent death of opera singer Beverly Sills. Among Teachout's musings are: If we want to see a revival of anything remotely resembling the middlebrow culture of the pre-Vietnam era, in which most middle-class people who were not immersed in the fine arts were nonetheless aware and respectful of them and made an effort to engage with them, then artists will have to shake off what I have called their "entitlement mentality" and go where the audiences are. Should they? There's a serious case to be made for not doing so, the case for elitism in the arts, and I don't need to restate it here. Clement Greenberg put it best when he claimed that "it is middlebrow, not lowbrow, culture that does most nowadays to cut the social ground from under high culture." True enough--but if you care about the continuing fate of museums, symphony orchestras, ballet, opera, and theater companies, and all the other big-money institutions that were the pillars of American high culture in the twentieth century, you're going to have to accept the fact that these elitist enterprises cannot survive without the wholehearted support of a non-elite public that believes in their importance. I remember that middlebrow culture, and it was nice. An especially memorable instance was CBS's Omnibus television program hosted by Alistair Cook that aired Sunday afternoons in the mid-1950s. Among the many interesting topics on the program was a re-staging of bits of Shakespearian plays illustrating the hypothesis that, under Cromwell's rule, continuity of performance was lost. As best I can remember from 50 yearas ago, the "reconstituted" performances were peppier than what we had been trained to expect. High culture struggles on, a zombie-like "living dead" creature in this age of irony, disrespect and autopilot bourgeoisie-bashing by "artists" in the sundry "arts." Will it return to its former power and glory? Assuming no disasters such as losing the war against radical Islam, I think high culture will eventually return. Of course it won't be what it was in 1850, 1900 or 1950; history never repeats itself exactly. But there are historical cycles and cultural pendulum-swings. The libertine post-Revolutionary Terror era in Europe where women dressed revealingly was replaced by Victorianism. Periods of atheism and "free thinking" alternate with religious revivals. Eventually crudeness in the form of Rap, Concept Art, mindless action movies and the rest of current popular culture will become boring because it will have been around too long. Not to mention the practical consideration that shock-based entertainment cannot be sustained when the pool of potentially shocking material has been depleted. Like it or not, the pendulum will swing. Eventually. Your thoughts? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 9, 2007 | perma-link | (49) comments





Monday, July 2, 2007


Saving a Dying Town
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We got a head start on the July 4th holiday by driving across the Cascade Mountains for a few days visiting friends who rented a house for the long weekend. And I wasn't able to post because the place was not in the Verizon Wireless beam -- no cellphone connection, no internet service for my macBook. Where we were was Leavenworth, Washington, a town that was well on its way to semi-extinction 45 years ago. It reached its initial peak in the early 1920s when it was a railroad and lumber industry center. But the Great Northern moved its Leavenworth activities farther east to the much larger town of Wenatchee and the timber business in the area began a slow decline. When I was young I occasionally passed through Leavenworth via car or "milk train" (a passenger train that would stop at nearly every available station along a route -- very slow travel, and very boring for a kid). Nothing much there. Just a few two and three-story brick buildings dating to the turn of the century surrounded by smaller, wooden ones. The main reasons for stopping (if driving) were to fill a stomach or a gas tank. The situation was getting dire by the early 1960s with population declining and businesses failing. What to do? One local booster offered Solvang, California as a model. Solvang was settled by Danes and its business district buildings follow a Danish architectural theme. Many businesses are also Danish-themed. Leavenworth is right next to some fairly tall mountains, lying as it does on the eastern slope of the Cascades. So a Danish theme was ruled out by the topography. The pretty obvious solution? Go Alpine. And to sharpen the focus, make it Bavarian Alpine. And that's what was done. Within a few years several business buildings were modified to mimick a Bavarian village. Moreover, the crazy scheme worked. Today Leavenworth's entire business area is "Bavarian" right down to gothic script on signs. Speaking of signs, they're mostly in an odd mix of German and English -- the English label preceded by a Der, Die or Das. This makes business sense when you consider that not many Americans understand German. Even so, you also can see supporting verbiage such as Bäkerei or Herzliche Wilkommen. On Sunday, a fancy beer wagon (sans beer, I think) was parked by the little park on the three or four block-long main drag. In the park's gazebo was an accordion player belting out German songs. The overall effect strikes me as a little hokey and forced. Few shops offer anything even remotely sophisticated, and some of the souvenir stores sell stuff that seems pretty junky. On the other hand, we found German merchandise similar to what we saw in Munich, such as cheap cuckoo clocks, that were better buys here than there when the cost off shipping stuff home from Munich stores is factored in. Leavenworth had lots of visitors this last weekend. Most... posted by Donald at July 2, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Tuesday, June 26, 2007


Neo Hot Rods
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The ball's in my court. Uh, check that. That's not a ball. It's ... a grenade! The safety ring had been pulled out. And the lever is in the open position. What's this nonsense? It seems I got an email from Michael (Himself) Blowhard passing along a message from one "zebic" in Australia who had a link to pictures of a Holden (General Motors) dream car with a hot rod styling theme. The subliminal hint was that it might be nice to do a post on this. [Click heels. Give snappy salute.] The subject of hot rods -- or more specifically, hot rods with customized bodies -- is one I've toyed with, but avoided writing about. That's because I've have this thing about custom rods. I suppose I should explain. The Petersen Automotive Museum in Los Angeles had an exhibit a while ago featuring Kustom Kars from what they called the high point of hot rod custom building -- roughly 1945-1955. As it happens, I was an early-teen during the last few years of that golden epoch. Believe me, rods and Kustoms were the talk of junior high boys who were too young to drive and too broke to buy a car of any kind, let alone get the goodies to soup up the motor or pay a body shop to chop 'n' channel 'n' section the beastie. Guys would go on and on about which car would be best (Ford and Mercury flat-head V8s were the strong consensus pick). Then the conversation would shift to how much the engine block should be shaved and what brands of hot camshafts and exhaust systems would be best. Along with this would be customizing: tweak the suspension to lower the front, the back or both? What grille to substitute. (Implicit was that nearly all the production chrome trim would be pulled off, the attachment holes leaded in and the car repainted.) Me? I had much less of an engineering mindset than I do now, so the engine talk was largely lost on me. But the customizing subject bothered me. Here it gets a little complicated. I was becoming knowlegeable about custom automobiles of the 1930s. These are a subset of what are known as Classic Cars. A Classic Car is usually a car that was expensive in its day and often had interesting or unusual engineering and styling features. (The Classic Car Club of America has a list of makes and models that are "officially" classic, but that's a side-topic.) A customized classic usually retained the production hood, dash panel and fenders. A bespoke-body firm (an outfit often literally in the "carriage trade" originally -- and certainly not a backyard panel-beater) would receive a chassis from the manufacturer with only the previously-mentioned body parts or, sometimes, a complete car from which much of the body aft of the hood would be removed. Then a special design would be constructed to replace the now-missing passenger area. Fine... posted by Donald at June 26, 2007 | perma-link | (9) comments





Monday, June 25, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Marc Andreessen praises "Infernal Affairs" and lists a lot of reasons not to do a start-up. * Ed Gorman recalls his days as the publisher of a sci-fi fanzine. Ed blogs here. * Jewish Atheist whirls insightfully through a whole bunch of movies he's watched recently. * It's great to see that Mary Scriver's book about her late ex, the Western sculptor Robert Scriver, is now in the catalogue. It'll go on sale in October. * Half Sigma muses about sexbots. * Mac buffs: Organize your life with iGettingThingsDone. It looks 'way too complex for me. I'm a happy Yojimbo guy myself -- Yojimbo is iPhoto for your brain, basically. But many people who like a lot of structure -- and who are willing to spend more time than I am mastering a piece of software -- rave about iGTD. Plus it's free. * So perhaps we'd be healthier if our doctors went on strike? * Clio does some subtle and canny thinking about artists, money, and making a living. * Graham Lester (now blogging at a new address) collects some classic Spike Milligan silliness. * Rachel Lucas and her dog Sunny are charged by a pit bull. In the comments on this posting, visitors offer Rachel advice about how to defend herself against dog attacks. (Link thanks to Tatyana.) * MB Rewind: I wrote an introduction to the conundrum that was the Nazi filmmaker Leni Riefenstahl back when she turned 100 years old. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 25, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments




Emissions Controls
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Given all the twisting, squeezing, and deep breathing that is encouraged in yoga classes, it's amazing that this kind of episode doesn't occur more frequently. Essential yoga tip from one who has learned from hard experience: Don't eat anything solid for three hours prior to class. Some earnest commenters debate what I guess we might call the etiquette of yoga-farting here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 25, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments





Sunday, June 24, 2007


Are Big Conspiracies Easy to Pull Off?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I didn't notice many political bumper stickers last month while driving in the southeast; here in Seattle I see lots of them. Most of the Seattle bumper stickers are the usual anti-Bush, anti-war variety with slogans ranging from "A village in Texas has lost its idiot" to "IMPEACH!" -- all coming from the sort of folks who used to have "Hate is not a family value" stickers on their Volvos and Priuses. But that's not what I'm addressing here. Much more interesting stuff is cropping up on the back ends of vehicles. Today I spotted a sticker-laden minivan where one of the stickers said something to the following effect: "911 was an inside job." And a day or two ago I was following a car whose license plate frame had a slogan asserting that no airplane crashed into the Pentagon on 11 September 2001. Okay. I can understand partisan "humor" (the first sticker mentioned above) and even partisan wishful thinking (the second one). But the last two cases are in the realm of conspiracy-thinking that goes beyond common sense. Obviously the people who placed those slogans on their cars believe that the Administration was able to pull off a conspiracy that, if real, was off the charts in terms of resources employed, complexity of tasks, and exquisite timing. Real-world experience tells most adults that secrets are hard to keep if many people are "in the know" -- especially in an open society such as the United States where people are inclined to blab, blab and blab again. In other words, by this time somebody probably would have stepped forward to proclaim "Yeah, it was me who did the logistics for the Trade Center controlled-demolition, and I got the Ace Hardware receipts to prove I bought the stuff." Then there's the command and control element. Organizing complicated tasks isn't easy, again something that those adults who have worked in large organizations know. I'm not a student of conspiracies. Truth is, I normally find the subject boring due to lack of resolution. So I'd appreciate reader input regarding the largest, most complex proven successful conspiracy undertaken in a free society. Military operations don't count: they might be secret, but they normally don't fall into the realm of what most people understand conspiracies to be. And just for the record, I recognize that it's possible for secrets to be kept by large numbers of people in a free society. The classic case is the secret of the Ultra code-breaking effort in World War 2. But Ultra was during wartime. And it was a legal activity of the British government. It saddens me that some people are so attracted to conspiracy theories of all sorts, especially if those theories can be distractions when important issues are at stake. And what damage does such theorizing do to the theorizer (I'm assuming a free society setting)? Common sense and Occam's Razor go into the recycle bin. A lifetime of experience... posted by Donald at June 24, 2007 | perma-link | (48) comments





Wednesday, June 20, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * David Chute posts some irresistable clips from Bollywood musicals. * Anne Thompson thinks we needn't worry overmuch about women in Hollywood. * Whipsmart chicklit author Jennifer Weiner is as peeved by the New York Times Book Review's disdain for genre fiction as I am. (My own postings on the topic: here, here, here, here, here.) * Thursday comes up with a helpful mini-canon for world literature. * Russian-Jewish immigrant Irina writes that she didn't really discover her Jewishness until she moved to the U.S. * The Communicatrix 'fesses up to 8 things you probably didn't know about her. #7 represents the best use yet of Google Maps. For a good time, don't miss the last link in that particular entry. * Prairie Mary pokes around the crawl space under her kitchen. * Slow This and Slow That -- enough already. Anna Travis praises the speed of modern life. * Vince Keenan raves about a recent Hard Case Crime Gil Brewer reprint. Vince seems as taken by the book's panties-bra-gun-money cover painting as he is by the book's content. Funny line: "This is what the inside of my brain looks like 24/7." * Tyler Cowen lists some of his favorite things Quebecois. And here's a deal: Pre-order a copy of Tyler's new book and receive the key to his secret blog. I think all culturebuffs owe it to themselves to read Tyler's "In Praise of Commercial Culture." * Raymond Pert turns over some moody memories of high-school basketball. * 2B Rewind: Michael Blowhard reviews "Sex and Lucia," "Lost and Delirious," "The Good Girl," and "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 20, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments




Boomer Embarrassments
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- At the gym this morning, the music on the PA system was so whiney that -- try as I could -- I finally couldn't ignore it any longer. Damn! When I allowed my mind to register the tune, I quickly recognized who was singing: James Taylor, sensitive bard of gentle melancholy, of nostalgic hopefulness, of sweetly Lincolnesque cheekbones, of sad and childlike loss ... Lordy, what a disgrace he is -- the Boomers really owe the world an apology for James Taylor! (I confess that my sense of shame was amplified by the cringe-making recollection that, during one year of adolescent self-pity that I'd prefer to deny, I owned a James Taylor disc and even played it a lot. Adolescence, eh? What are those feelings all about?) Which in turn got me thinking: What other culture-figures should the Boomers apologize for inflicting on the world? The man who sprang most quickly to mind was the awful architect Thom Mayne, a self-important buffoon we've done our best to expose to some ridicule on this blog: here, here, here, here, here. After Mayne, though, I bogged down a bit, because the Boomers have supplied such an extensive set of riches to choose from. So with this blogposting I'm soliciting help: Which culture-figures deserve places on a short list of Boomer Embarrassments? (Note to self for future blogpostings: Propose same game for other eras -- "Shame of the Greatest Generation"; "Disgraces of the Xers," etc.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 20, 2007 | perma-link | (33) comments





Monday, June 18, 2007


How Real Are Tourist "Cultural" Events?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- One of the joys of overseas group tours is having the "opportunity" to fork out more cash for supplemental trips and "cultural" evenings. The latter might include a meal comprised of local specialties and a floor show featuring costumed folk dancers, musicians, singers and such. I avoid this "cultural" stuff if possible. Some of this has to do with eating habits: my agent tells me my ranking is 12th most fussy eater in the USA. (Lordy, I'm slipping. Must have been because I ate at Wild Ginger last month.) What bothers me most is the other stuff, not the food. For reasons I won't go into, I have a strong aversion to folk-dancing and related activities. Moreover, I suspect that nowadays most people in the country being visited do not dress, dance, etc. as portrayed in the floor shows. When I travel, I spend as much time as I can strolling streets and driving through the countryside. And when I do so, I almost never see locals as they appear in "cultural" events. (For what it's worth, I see local clothing most often in Bavaria.) Or, consider this angle. Just what would an American "cultural" floor show include? Square dancing, for instance? Nah: only a tiny minority do that. Overseas readers who have taken packaged USA tours: Do those tours offer "cultural" evenings? And if so, what goes on? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 18, 2007 | perma-link | (18) comments





Friday, June 15, 2007


Dream Cars Like Jets
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A tenet of industrial design theory is that the shape of an object ought to reflect the object's function. A purist might hold that there is a Platonic ideal form lurking out there that designers should strive to discover. But changing technology in terms of engineering and means of production can make such an ideal elusive -- if it exists, which I tend to doubt. Even if ideals are hard to attain, rough approximations usually aren't. Consider the automobile. Just what expresses "automobile?" A car normally has four wheels, the front ones steerable. So it might be a good idea if the front wheels were fully exposed (or nearly so) on the sides of the car to ensure a decent turning radius. Exposing the rear wheels is more a matter of aesthetics, though there are the practical considerations of ease of changing tires or chaining-up for snow and ice. A wide wheel track (placing the wheels near the sides of the vehicle) is helpful for preventing rollover, and this also suggests that exposed wheels are part of the nature of a car. Cars carry a driver and passengers, all of whom need to enter and exit the vehicle, ideally with some ease. The driver needs to be in a position to control the car, and so requires windows or some other nearly 360-degree vision system. Human sizes and shapes and the need for a certain amount of seating comfort dictate in part the size and form of the passenger compartment. The type, size, position (fore, mid or aft) and cooling needs of the motor as well as other requirements (such as carrying luggage) affect the look of a car, but this doesn't mean that cars need to look alike -- though they theoretically should look "car-like." But there was a time when cars began to look a lot less car-like. This was the mid-late 1950s when cars began to resemble jet fighters and sci-fi spaceships. And this tendency was most pronounced in the case of dream cars. By 1950 it was clear to automobile company management that style was a major factor in sales. So stylists, having proven themselves, were encouraged to cut loose and create things to excite potential buyers. By coincidence, this happened just as evolution in the appearance of cars essentially ended (see my essay on this topic here). With no place to go trend-wise, stylists thrashed around in search a new trends or themes. One such theme was aviation or space, already successfully tested by Harley Earl at General Motors. I'm thinking of a series of futuristic scale models that yielded the famous 1948 Cadillac tail fins. The success of Cadillac led stylists to go pretty wild exploring that theme -- wild to the point where dream cars (and to a lesser degree some production models) looked less and less like cars. As will be seen below, Ford stylists were the wildest of all. I recall a TV documentary in... posted by Donald at June 15, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * One generation's nightmare becomes another generation's desirable address, I guess: Ilkka confesses that he has always wanted to live in the city portrayed in the movie "Blade Runner." I find huge glassy skyscrapers horrifying myself -- who would want to live or work in one, let alone walk around the base of one? But Ilkka finds the building boom that's happening in Dubai thrilling. * The lesbian Hot List differs in some interesting ways from the typical het-male hot list. * Here's a delicious Tory Atlas of the World. (Link thanks to Andrew Sullivan.) * Phearless philosopher Lester Hunt considers the case of a new movie on the theme of sexual relations between humans and horses. Lester contributes my candidate for the Best Sentence of the Week: "The anus was his, not the stallion's." * Laurie Churchman surveys the history of "boat graphics." (PDF alert. Link thanks to Michael Bierut.) * Use this well-done interactive map to find out how many illegal immigrants live in your state. (Link thanks to GNXP.) * If you can bear to revisit the event, this computer-graphic analysis of what happened when that jet hit the WTC tower makes the impact very vivid. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Is your favorite soft drink harming your DNA? *Cowtown Pattie expresses a feeling many of us experience regularly these days: Damn! Why didn't I bring my digicam? * Architect Philip Bess makes his bow at Right Reason. Nice line: "I think both individual liberty and communal belonging are great and essential human goods, and often in tension." * Roissy's "Quick and Dirty Dating Guide to Foreign Girls" is certainly a fun, if very rude, read. It sounds like Estonian girls have a lot to recommend them. Roissy also links to a hilarious column by Fred Reed -- or did Shouting Thomas ghost that one for him? * Shouting Thomas writes that he has learned from -- and taken heart from -- the work of men's movement guru Warren Farrell. * 2B Rewind: Let Michael Blowhard introduce you to the underknown philosopher Stephen Toulmin. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 15, 2007 | perma-link | (27) comments




Hot Buttons by the Dozen
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- When Nancy and I go grocery shopping she pushes the cart and looks for items for which she has definite criteria in mind. Me, I zip around the store shagging stuff I need or that she sends me off to fetch, returning to the cart periodically to unload my stash. This morning she dispatched me to get a dozen eggs. When I got to the dairy section I was confronted with so many alternatives that it took me a couple of minutes to find what I wanted -- a box of 12 plain ol' white eggs. Not very many years ago the selection might have been brown versus white, and then the white eggs by size. No longer. I could get eggs packaged in groups of 18 or 24, besides the standard dozen. Stores catering to single-person households sometimes sell packages of only six eggs. What snagged my attention were eco-variations. For instance: Organic eggs Eggs from vegetarian-fed chickens No hormones eggs Eggs from cage-free chickens Eggs from "free-range" chickens (same thing?) As a market-loving capitalist tool, I can't complain much about such product extensions. But I was amused, once I got over the annoyance of looking for what I wanted. Which I found, by the way, on the bottom shelf: the "green" eggs were at eye-level, as one might expect at a store serving a university community. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 15, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Wednesday, June 13, 2007


Island Travel
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm writing this on a southbound voyage of the Victoria Clipper, a passenger catamaran that runs between Seattle and Victoria, British Columbia on Vancouver Island. We were in Victoria for two nights with some of Nancy's relatives. The trip takes 15 minutes less than three hours and offers the convenience of having origin / destination downtown at both ends of the trip. The captain announced that our speed was 32.5 knots -- that's about as fast as the speedy inter-war fleet carriers Lexington and Saratoga were supposed to attain. When I was growing up, the Seattle-Victoria passage was via a Canadian Pacific "Princess" liner, and took perhaps four hours (I forget). I think faster is better, but you have to pay the price -- around $130 a head for a round trip. Off-season fares are a little less, so we might do more Victoria trips then. There are other travel options. One can drive from Seattle to Port Angeles (on the southern shore of the Strait of Juan de Fuca, due south of Victoria) via Tacoma and a cross-Puget Sound bridge. Or get to Port Angeles driving part-way and taking a cross-Sound ferry en route to cut the mileage (but risk possible long delays during busy summer weekends). Once at Port Angeles, a passenger-only or a car-passenger ferry can get you across the strait to Victoria. Doing a walk-on for the final leg keeps the overall cost significantly less than the Clipper. Another alternative is to take a Washington government-run ferry from the mainland through the San Juan Islands to Vancouver Island, but the dock is more than 15 miles from downtown Victoria. Or you could drive north up Interstate 5 into Canada and then catch a British Columbia ferry that docks even farther from town. With these options, it's probably better to take a car all the way. Passenger jet service is available, but Victoria's airport is near where the Washington ferry arrives. More convenient air service is by float plane. Small one and two motor turboprop passenger planes arrive in Victoria's Inner Harbour with astonishing frequency. But you have to be willing to fly in such small craft. I'm a little lerry about them in the first place. Then there's the fact that landing on water is generally considered trickier than landing on airfields. Even if there is no debris in the water. [Pause while I dash out on deck to watch a Trident missile submarine make its way north out of Puget Sound.] Victoria is a very pleasant place to visit. It's probably a fine place to live. But, being on an Island (albeit a large one), it takes time, money and effort to get to the mainland. The travel options mentioned above are the main ones. Others are private boat and plane. Many people are quite happy with the semi-isolation of Vancouver Island. Me, I'd prefer the mainland ... though Victoria is certainly tempting. Would you be happy in smallish,... posted by Donald at June 13, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Tuesday, June 12, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Not that I even want to see the movie, but Quiet Bubble's reflections on "Knocked Up" were awfully smart and fun to read. * Visiting Mexico City, Corbusier shows how a sensitive, sane, and amusing architecture buff responds to what's before him. * Anne Thompson has zero interest in "torture porn." * Jim Kalb offers advice to a recent Haverford grad. * Prairie Mary lists her favorite blogs. * Unlike some of us, John Emerson has fond memories of the free-jazz and fusion-jazz eras. He volunteers some listening recommendations too. * Mencius' reasons for arguing that there's no such thing as liberal-media-bias aren't the usual ones, that's for sure. * Paul Boutin buys a classic '63 Avanti and writes an article sub-headed: "Thank god they don't make 'em like that any more." * Dept. of Hardly-Seems-Possible: Rachel turns up a ladies' undergarment that's even smaller than a g-string. And no, it's not (as we used to joke in Boy Scouts) a cork. * Fred links to some gorgeous "weather porn." * Why on earth is GWBush so devoted to his nutty -- and unpopular -- immigration schemes? Mickey Kaus thinks it's all of a piece with what has led Bush to embroil us in Iraq. George Borjas has some insights too. * That brainy and civilized filmgeek Girish rhapsodizes about South Indian food. He also links to a touching interview with Thiru Kumar, a guy who runs a vegan South Indian food cart in a park two blocks from where I live. I'll be checking Thiru's work out soon! * Bill Crider and his wife receive some unhappy news. Visit and send love. * Here's a very helpful list of overlooked crime novels. (Link thanks to Petrona.) Meanwhile, Maxine has archived her own (excellent) book reviews here. * Jon and Steve gab brainily about that notion of "transcending the genre." What does it really mean? Anything at all? * Alice offers some hilarious observations about men and clothes. One funny passage: Men are pretty good at being confident in the face of ignorance- all it takes is a little extra ignorance, ie. ignorance about your own ignorance, and everything seems fine! (I am not being men-ist here. This quality actually makes me quite jealous.) * Vince Keenan takes a look at the re-cut "Payback" and ... likes it pretty well. * Susan enjoys a wrestle with John Updike's "Rabbit, Run." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 12, 2007 | perma-link | (15) comments





Wednesday, June 6, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Congratulations to chemist and super-blogger Derek Lowe, who's once again gainfully employed. * Anne Thompson's blogpost about Sharon Waxman's departure from the New York Times is a priceless introduction to the politics of entertainment reporting. * Tintin's creator Herge would have turned 100 last week. * Daily Film Dose celebrates some of cinema history's greatest long tracking shots, complete with links to YouTube clips. * Has investment banker Bruce Wasserstein been good for Lazard? Matthew Lynn argues that the only entity that has done well by Bruce Wasserstein in recent years has been Bruce Wasserstein. Btw, did you realize that one of Bruce Wasserstein's siblings was the playwright Wendy Wasserstein? * The giddy and exuberant yet down-to-earth Alice Bachini gives her blog a sweet makeover and a cheery new theme. I had a couple of good chuckles reading this posting about getting a root canal ... * Tyler Cowen evaluates some of the heterodox schools of economics: Post-Keynesian, feminist. * Mystery writer Melodie Johnson Howe is sick of the way the lit snobs look down on mystery writing. * Charlton Griffin passes along a link to some appallingly beautiful footage of nuclear explosions. * Shouting Thomas recalls losing his beloved Myrna. * Maxwell Goss finds some indications that Webster's College Dictionary has gone P.C. * Lexington Green -- who is in the middle of a lot of heavier reading than I've attempted recently -- turns up a beautiful clip of cool-jazz diva Anita O'Day. Here she is from "Jazz on a Summer's Day." * Marc Andreessen confesses that he's addicted to "productivity porn" (Gina Trapani, David Allen, etc), then comes up with some good productivity tips of his own. * Slow Food, Slow Cities ... Now meet Slow Leadership. * Thanks to the "baby carrot" phenomemon, Americans are eating more carrots than ever. Given that fact, it's interesting to learn from USA Today that baby carrots aren't really babies at all. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 6, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Tuesday, June 5, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * That "we're a nation of immigrants" claim you often hear, justifying crazy immigration policies? John Derbyshire makes some important points in response to it. Oh, what the hell, I'm going to copy and paste the best passage: In fact, immigration to the USA has been spasmodic and regionally biased. For quite long spells, there was no immigration at all into quite big regions. (There was very nearly no immigration into New England, for instance for almost TWO HUNDRED YEARS between the Puritan settlements of the mid 17th century and the arrival of the Catholic Irish in the mid 19th). There was hardly any immigration into the entire USA from 1924 to 1965. If Americans are so strongly emotionally attached to immigration, how come they weren't periodically rioting in the streets of Boston and Providence all through those 200 years? Can you offer me some evidence of popular demand for more immigration in the 1924-65 lull? * Mark Krikorian says that what Bush wants is open borders. A nice comment from Krikorian: There's no excuse for any large guest-worker program. A vast, mobile labor force like ours -- willing to move, willing to change jobs, change occupations -- does not need to be supplemented by peasant labor from abroad. A 21st-century society like ours doesn't need 19th-century workers to function. And another one: The fact is that much of our elite has become what I call "post-American." They've moved beyond concern for the national interest and become citizens of the world, if you will. * The rowdy, freethinking, and outdoorsy team at Querencia has come up with a fun new blog-game: They've been posting photographs of their reading stacks -- those towers of I'm-in-the-middle-of-them books that pile up on desks and end-tables. Here's Steve's stack, here's Reid's, here's Matt's. Time for me to post a photograph of my DVD heap. * Alexandra lists her nominees for the 7 New Wonders of the World. * Raymond Pert writes a moving posting about the day his dad died, and comes up with an excellent ongoing blog-theme too: 3 Things That Made Me Happy -- here, here, and here. * Henry Chappell passes along his favorite recipe for baked squirrel. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 5, 2007 | perma-link | (13) comments





Monday, June 4, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Experienced yogadude Alan Little shares some thoughts about what doing yoga postures ("asanas") is all about: Part One, Part Two, Part Three. * Suicide Girls prefer Macs. * I find it hard to believe that some of these stunts are physically possible, but I guess they are. * Jim Kalb has some excellent ideas about ways to improve the discussion about immigration policy. * I've heard that digital technology has brought down the cost of some kinds of moviemaking. But this seems ridiculous. * "Kim Possible" buff Friedrich von Blowhard has turned up a couple of well-done Kim Possible remixes. * Chris Dillow wonders why he gets paid. * Rick Darby links to an alarming report from a sober Tucson source. * Chelsea Girl is interviewed by sex-positive legend Susie Bright, and lists some other recent triumphs as well. * This Bollywood music-vid (or song-and-dance excerpt from a movie, I can't tell) suggests that India has an awful lot to teach us about eye candy. (Link thanks to David Chute.) * Lester Hunt thinks that "Catch-22" may be a wee bit overrated. * Yes sir! Anything you say, sir! * Steve Sailer tracks some of GWBush's attempts to merge the U.S. and Mexico. Meanwhile, in New York City, Mexicans -- who didn't begin arriving in town in substantial numbers until a decade ago -- are now among the area's top three immigrant groups. * Having finished up with Bad Boys, Alias Clio is now categorizing the varieties of Femmes Fatales: here, here, here. Boys: read, learn, protect yourselves. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 4, 2007 | perma-link | (10) comments





Friday, June 1, 2007


Missing Models
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- One part of the Smithsonian I almost never fail to visit while in Washington, DC is the Air and Space Museum. Until a week or so ago I hadn't been to DC and the museum in six years, so I was curious about any changes that might have been made since 2001. I turns out that work was underway in the passenger transport area and that some older military planes such as the Boeing P-26 "Peashooter" fighter were no longer on display at the west end of the main floor. One exhibit that hasn't (yet?) been moved is on the balcony of the room where World War 2 fighters are displayed in the southwestern corner of the second floor. Let me switch to photo / caption mode to tell my tale. This is where WW2 recognition models are displayed. These models were made of hard, black rubber and usually hung on strings or perhaps thin wires from ceilings of rooms on Army Air Force bases. The models were scaled so that relative sizes of the actual aircraft were preserved. Models were of both allied and enemy aircraft because pilots needed to be able to distinguish one from the other. Here is a section of the display of models of German planes. Note that there is an empty space: no model and no key number (25). A nearby wall plaque has both the missing number and the name of the aircraft type -- a Junkers Ju 86 bomber. The actual Ju 86 looked like this. Here and here are links related to the aircraft. The same situation is found over in the British section. Here the missing model is that of a Westland Whirlwind fighter. A nice, informative link dealing with the Whirlwind is here Interesting. Interesting because I know that those models used to be there. And I know this because I had good reason to pay attention to them. Here is a photo showing examples of the two missing models along with another recognition model, that of a Blackburn Skua (a British Fleet Air Arm plane). The Skua is on the left, the Ju 86 is in the center and the Whirlwind at the right. This photo was taken in my living room this afternoon . These models have been in my family for 61 years. My father worked for the Army Engineers during the war and had some business to attend to in Spokane early in 1946 when the war effort was rapidly winding down. Many things, including recognition models, were being disposed of or discarded because they were unneeded. There undoubtedly were other recognition models at the Spokane facility at one time, but the good stuff -- Spitfires, Messerschmitts and so forth -- had already disappeared into the hands of souvenir hunters, so all that was left for my dad were models of obscure, yet interesting, planes (go to the links above if you're interested). Why were the models removed from... posted by Donald at June 1, 2007 | perma-link | (0) comments





Wednesday, May 30, 2007


Japanese Hijinks
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Those whacky Japanese, installment 7,592: You've heard about Air Guitar? How about Air Sex? * Those whacky Japanese, installment 7,593: Who needs "The Matrix" when you can rely on a dozen guys clad in black? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 30, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments





Tuesday, May 29, 2007


Store Music As Public Service
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I used to gripe about the music stores play as "background" for shoppers. Matter of fact, I still twitch at the memory of some truly awful pop Christmas music from last December. Then there's the BOOM, BOOM BOOM sounds that vibrate the floor, walls and, yes, your very own spine. But I'm not complaining. Not now. That's because I had a revelation! I finally realized that the type of music a store plays correlates well with the type of goods the place sells. It's a planned image thing; my, my how savvy / cunning /devious those marketers are! How does this benefit me and perhaps you? When walking along a shopping street or through a shopping mall, you hardly need glance at the display window. If I hear BOOM, BOOM BOOM coming out the door of a men's clothing store I don't even have to look for giant photomurals of half-naked youths to know that the place isn't for me. But if I hear classical music wafting out, I have a fighting chance of finding a garment I might like. Très facile. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 29, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Monday, May 28, 2007


Travel Anticipations and Realities
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: I just returned from a trip to places in the U.S. I had never visited before. That's getting to be unusual for me because I'd already been in 48 states and know the West Coast, the Northeast and parts of the Great Lakes area fairly well. This trip's route was from Key West to Philadelphia via Miami. St. Augustine, FL, Savannah, GA, Charleston, NC, New Bern, NC, Kitty Hawk, NC, Virginia Beach and Washington, D.C. Every bit of it south of Richmond, VA was new to me. Seeing all that new territory was great fun. But what I saw wasn't really new to me. I had "seen" many of those places while reading books, newspaper stories, magazine articles, watching television news and entertainment programs and, when I was a kid, viewing those short travelogues movie houses used along with newsreels and cartoons to pad the feature film. I'll sometimes spend time researching trips, but that's mostly when I'm going to Europe and plan to drive and book lodging before departing. Otherwise, I could seriously botch my time-budget, and I hate misusing time. I didn't do that for the last trip. I asked Nancy (who'd been there) how many days she thought southern Florida would be worth. We negotiated the Washington stay. Otherwise, we targeted St. Augustine, Savannah, Charleston and the Virginia Tidewater area as places to spend at least half a day in, and that pretty well defined the itinerary. I bought a few guidebook that we used to supplement AAA tour books, but I didn't do much more than flip through them before we left, preferring to save research for evening-before-visiting. What this boils down to is that my anticipations regarding various places were a random jumble of filtered impressions. How well did these match the "reality" I actually experienced? It turns out that I liked the coastal-Altantic south a lot better than expected. I'm old enough that the former Confederate states were seen by me as either "enemy territory" (one of my great-grandfathers wore Union blue in 1862-63), or as an economic and sociocultural backwater (as it might well have been, pre-1960). The place seems reasonably prosperous, given its history -- not that different from most other parts of the country -- and the people were polite and friendly. One nice change from Seattle is that few cars were sporting political bumper stickers. (Oddly, I saw not a single car with Washington license plates. I spotted two Oregon cars and three from Alaska!) I found Savannah to be quite interesting in city-planning and architectural terms, counteracting my "what the hell am I doing here" attitude as I was driving into town from I-95. Charleston had a reputation as a nice place to visit, and it struck be as being about as advertised. Perhaps I'll post some photos of each place later if they turn out okay. Florida also met expectations, but they weren't very high. Coming from Seattle, with water and high mountains... posted by Donald at May 28, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Friday, May 25, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * There's more good health news for tea drinkers. * Prairie Mary has been mulling over Donald's recent posting (and the contributions made to the commentsfest) about sermons and poverty. * Thomas Sowell takes apart the claim that high levels of unskilled immigration are economically necessary. Great passage: "What can we do with the 12 million people already here illegally?" is the question asked by amnesty supporters. We can stop them from becoming 40 million or 50 million, the way 3 million illegals became 12 million after the previous amnesty. * Martin Hutchinson thinks that the proposed Bush-Kennedy immigration bill will have the effect of turning the U.S. into something like Brazil. Think "elites hidden behind walls" and "a teeming servant and under-class." * Today's Arab youth want music they can relate to -- which seems to mean pop music, Arab-style. * For research chemist Derek Lowe, Steely Dan is right near the top. Derek's always-worth-checking-out blog is here. * Fred Himebaugh -- who has had the inspired idea of creating a sci-fi opera -- is using Google Notebook as a way to organize his hunches and ideas. * I don't have any trouble with the idea of shutting down the World Bank, do you? Neither does Marginal Revolution guest-blogger Kevin Grier. * The Fat Guy links to some pick-me-up music vids. Great Scott line: "Maybe I'll buy a Telecaster and whip everyone's ass with my horrid playing. I'm old enough, and I sure don't care." * Quiet Bubble bravely takes in a hard-to-watch but rewarding Stan Brakhage movie. * Chris Dillow wonders why politicians and economists so often arrive at different solutions to the same problems. * Bluewyvern links to a lot of beautiful photography, and supplies a lot of apt language describing the work as well. * ReelPop turns up a perfectly amazing dice-art video. What I want to know is: Who are the maniacs who make these things, anyway? * Dr. Deleto describes how he started to lose his passion for modernist art. * Alan Kellogg has been thinking about homo floresiensis. * "I never knew a guitar could do that," writes Stuart Buck, linking to some YouTube videos of guitarist Kazuhito Yamashita. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 25, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, May 23, 2007


Grade Well or Test Well: Some Results
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- There are those who consistently get top-notch grade averages in school or college. Then there are those who have a knack for doing very well on ability or achievement tests -- the SAT, GRE, etc. There can be overlap between these groups, but perhaps not as much as one might think. Even more interesting is the question of how far people in each group progress in the degree-chase, one possible test of what smart people do with their abilities. Well, I've got some evidence. It falls into the realm of anecdote rather than science, but I found it interesting nevertheless. First, some background. My 50th high school reunion is coming up in September and one of the projects related to the event was the publication of a 148-page book about the class by a retired Geography professor (a class member) with the help of several other interested members. Among the items it contains is a table with information on the 11 students with the highest grade averages and another table with information on the 13 Merit Scholarship finalists the class produced. That is, data on the two groups mentioned above. By the way, 13 is a lot of Merit Scholarship finalists for one school. But for Seattle's Roosevelt High back in the pre-bussing 1950s it wasn't that big a deal: the classes of 1956 and 1957 jointly produced 20 or more finalists and because of that got a mention in Time magazine. I should add that classes were in the 650-700 student range in those days. Plus, the school's attendance area took in some upper-middle or upper class neighborhoods where parents were college professors and business owners (think the Nordstrom family and the Gates family -- Bill's sisters attended Roosevelt many years after I graduated). In a word, lots of kids and lots of smart ones, too. And what do the data show? The overlap between the two groups was three people. Seven of the 11 high-GPA people were female. Ten of the 13 Merit Scholarship finalists were male. Only one high-GPA student received a doctorate. Five Merit Scholarship finalists got Ph.D. degrees. The one high-GPA Ph.D. was also a Merit Scholarship finalist. All in the high-GPA group graduated from college, but only five earned higher degrees (MA, MS, JD, etc.). Five of the Merit Scholarship finalists completed their educations at the bachelors level. One Merit Scholarship finalist did not graduate from college. He dropped out of Cal Tech to become a successful professional bridge player. As I said, my evidence is anecdotal in the extreme. Moreover, it deals with a generation that got its higher education in the late 50s and the 1960s. I'm just passing this along for fun. But for what it's worth, I find it interesting that those in my class who earned doctorates clearly were more likely to come from the group that tested well rather than the group that got good grades. Also note the differences that seem... posted by Donald at May 23, 2007 | perma-link | (12) comments




Quality of Life Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Sales of organic foods rose 22% from 2005 to 2006. Hmmm: That would seem to indicate that there's a lot of underserved demand for organic food. Remind anyone else of the New Urbanism? And wouldn't it be lovely if our housing market were as responsive to customer preferences as our food market is? * Firebrand James Kunstler spends a weekend in Philly with the New Urbanism crowd. Here's the gathering's official website. * Is the Slow Food phenomenon nothing but elitist silliness? (Link thanks to Dave Lull.) I blogged about the Slow movement here and here. * Here's a gasp-inducing collection of images from a 1971 Sears catalogue. Lordy, but that's a lot of ugly. (Link thanks to Plep.) * With camera in hand, Steve Patterson has been checking out midwestern cities. He casts a perceptive and knowledgeable eye over St. Joseph, Missouri; Shenandoah, Iowa; Salina, Kansas, and others. * Cartoonist Tom Hart returns from France with some apt observations on French life. Example: "The middle class life there is unbelievably gracious ... They have a solid, direct and painless relationship with food and time, something that stresses out most Americans." Mock 'em as we may, the French do "quality of life" awfully well. * Why aren't American cities as bicycle-friendly as Copenhagen is? (Link thanks to Richard Layman.) Best, Michael UPDATE: Thanks to Chris White for pointing out a well-done and informative Christopher Shea article. In setting the context for the new-style (ie., Michael Pollan-esque) food writing that we're seeing so much of these days, Shea does a good job of explaining how we arrived at this point. Key historical passage, as far as I'm concerned: The roots of the organic and local-foods movements are more intertwined with the spread of good cooking than we usually think. As American food industrialized over the course of the twentieth century (bringing such taste sensations as Miracle Whip and Crisco), immigrant chefs with impeccable culinary taste maintained oases of fresh ingredients, carefully prepared, in bistros and restaurants. Some Americans, like a young James Beard in the 1930s, drew connections between those chefs' close attention to their ingredients and their relationships with farmers, and the kind of home cooking their own mothers had done. During the heyday of the counterculture, a second generation of foodies pushed American food in an even more local direction. Alice Waters, who recruited her neighbors in Berkeley to grow greens for her restaurant, Chez Panisse (founded in 1971), is the best-known example. Other countercultural Californians headed north from San Francisco into towns like Bolinas to start organic farms, while restaurants like San Francisco's Greens and Ithaca's Moosewood imported a slice of that off-the-grid sensibility to city dwellers. Still, the organic movement remained fringe, and people who cooked with local ingredients were praised largely for their food, not their politics.... posted by Michael at May 23, 2007 | perma-link | (19) comments





Monday, May 21, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Lesbians are twice as likely to be obese as straight women, a new study finds. (Link thanks to Miss Carniverous.) * Those provoked by Donald's recent posting about sermons and poverty might enjoy a look at this Robert Rector analysis of the latest poverty figures. * Bookgasm's Rodd Lott visits a used-books-and-remainders store in Austin, TX. * Emmalina has a couple of questions for you. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 21, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Friday, May 18, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Thanks to the Patriarch for pointing out this amazing Flickr photoset. Eloquent images, accompanied by commentary that's as dense and emotion-laden as any memoir or novel. * Jay Manifold reads Bryan Sykes' book about Britain's genetic heritage, "Saxons, Vikings, and Celts." A lot of well-summarized info, as well as many interesting comments from Lex, Shannon, and da boyz. * Here's one kickass cello hoedown. * Alias Clio attempts a taxonomy of bad-boy types: here, here, here, and (UPDATED -- Clio has got bad boys on the brain) here. * Michael Bierut's mom accuses him of being a font slut. Michael also points out an irresistable collection of Alvin Lustig bookjacket designs for New Directions. * Thursday connects the dots between G.K. Chesterton, literary criticism, and western monotheism. * Hong Kong resident Mr. Tall wonders about his environmental footprint, discovers Jane Jacobs, and tries to figure out why crowded Hong Kong works as well as it does. * Mr. Tall also links to a priceless Guardian guide to Britain's most hated buildings. Funnily enough, not a single one of them is in a traditional style. * How on earth did they achieve this effect? I suspect digital trickery. And, hey, that Kylie sure is a cutie, isn't she? (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Lester Hunt is one philosopher who shows no fear of the Big Questions yet who also keeps his feet on the ground. Here he wonders about his feelings before nature: Are they religious? If not, why not? Here he ventures a lovely theory: "Nature can seem to have the sort of 'meaning' that a face has." * Chris Dillow's list of reasons why you should buy his new book is one of the funniest sales pitches I can remember. * Colleen recalls meeting Nancy Reagan's mother. * Tyler Cowen asks which novels might be helpful in teaching economics. What to make of the fact that many commenters volunteered the titles of sci-fi novels? * Tim Worstall wonders mischievously: If the original copies the copiers, is it still art? * Alice Bachini writes in praise of "in-sourcing." * Prof. Bainbridge volunteers a refreshing list of qualities he'd like to see our next President have. * Glenn Abel celebrates the great movie tradition of the madcap heiress. * S.Y. Affolee muses about Asian women, depression, and suicide. * The Econophysics Blog calls Nassim Taleb's new book about improbability "The Black Swan" "the most important book in social science since Adam Smith's The Wealth of Nations." Here's Taleb's homepage. (Links thanks to Dave Lull.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 18, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Tuesday, May 15, 2007


Quality of Life Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Sci-fi giant Orson Scott Card has caught a feverish case of the New Urbanist bug. Nice passage: I'm not urging that the government mandate any more absurd mileage requirements for cars, or ration gasoline, or any other absurd proposals ... In fact, all that I want government to do, locally and at higher levels, is to stop with the regulations that force us to use cars for everything, and replace them with regulations that permit us to walk or bike. Surveying some of the dumbass actions government has taken over the last 50 years, Card writes, "It's as if government looked at the beloved old neighborhoods that people drive through with yearning and nostalgia, and banned them." In this piece, he highlights a fact that isn't acknowledged often enough in debates about cars, transportation, and social policy: More than 40,000 people die in the U.S. every year in car accidents. That's almost as many Americans as died in the entire Vietnam War. We have evidently made a bargain with ourselves: Having cars and driving them as much as we do is worth 40,000 deaths every year. * In his short review of a new biography of Berkeley restauranteur Alice Waters, Fred Volker provides a fast introduction to an important moment in American cultural history: the birth of "California Cuisine." Waters (in my opinion, a major American cultural figure) was hit hard by a youthful visit to France -- her senses were awakened. But she wanted to preserve the informality that she loved about California life too. The result was California cuisine, a major contributor to America's food (and hence aesethetics and quality of life) consciousness. * Steve Sailer sifts through some fascinating demographic data and -- bless his heart -- doesn't neglect quality of life factors. Why are so many conservative commentators so dismissive of -- and even scornful of -- quality of life questions? Don't they realize how off-putting such behavior is? This piece of Steve's is, IMHO, a great snapshot of where we currently stand as a nation. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 15, 2007 | perma-link | (33) comments





Sunday, May 13, 2007


Heavier Tipping
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Last year I wrote about tip jars at Starbucks. Today I'm onto bigger game: restaurant tipping. This post is being written near the Daytona Beach, Florida shore as we wend our way north from Florida's Gold Coast where tipping was, uh, different from what I'm used to, Seattle-based hick that I am. It seems that restaurants here are starting to put suggested tip amounts on the bill. I suppose this is old news to many of you, so go ahead and mouse through some links on one of Michael's ever-interesting Elsewhere posts while the rest of the readership gasps in astonishment at what I'm about to reveal. It started at an Argentine steakhouse in Hialeah the evening we arrived in Florida. Near the bottom of the bill were three suggested tip amounts calculated from the sum of the prices of what we ordered. The first amount was based on a 15 percent tip, the second on 18 percent and the last was for [gasp!] 20 percent. The following night in Key West the bill's suggested tip was 18 percent. But it was noted that one might pay whatever seemed appropriate. Finally was the restaurant in Miami Beach (South Beach, actually) where the menu stated that an 18 percent tip would be assessed on the bill. I don't know about you, but I hope these kinds of tipping policies don't spread nationwide. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 13, 2007 | perma-link | (25) comments





Friday, May 11, 2007


More Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Lose weight the YouTube way. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Alias Clio shares some nostalgic yet unsentimental thoughts about what's become of manliness. * News flash: Men like looking at images of pretty women far more than women like looking at pix of handsome men. (Link thanks to Dave Lull.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 11, 2007 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, May 10, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Busy days at work mean no time to pull any thoughts together. But nothing, not even the need to make a living, shall stand in the way of a linkathon! * Alexandra is hot for "Torchwood," a Dr. Who spinoff that sounds pretty hot itself. * Some more beautiful work from cellphone-cam virtuoso Hugh Symonds. * Beware the "man who is living to ejaculate." (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin. The audio is hair-raisingly NSFW.) * FilmFlap has some tips for microbudget filmmakers. Nice to know that I'm not alone in wishing that many directors would go back to using tripods ... * Steve Sailer notices that the major presidential candidates all want to raise the military's budget. Great Steve line: "Why? We spend 48-49% of the world's military budget." * Alias Clio is a huge fan of Paul Scott's "Raj Quartet." * Since I've mocked the godawful designs of the starchitect Thom Mayne several times, it was pleasing to see him in action and learn that he's every bit the self-bedazzled egomaniac that his work suggests. Notice his ecccchht Boomer view of himself as someone who is trying, trying to get his vision out there, while other people are forever getting in his way. Some Boomers never stop being whiney children. * Which Hoff vids have been the most popular over the last 30 days? (Link thanks to Reelpop.) * Brains on Film reviews what they describe as the worst porno movie ever made. I'm convinced. (NSFW, of course. Link thanks to Robert Nagle.) * Here's a painless way of learning some nifty facts about the online porn biz. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) Hmm, I notice that most porn-surfing is done during work hours. Shame on you, America. * Yahmdallah catches up with a boatload of movies. Great line about Sofia Coppola's work: "Sofia Coppola has that languorous, entitled attitude of a rich kid raised in the epicenter of a cultural hub, and it just suffuses her work. No one is better qualified to document the life of a woman-child with too much wealth and not much else to worry about." And doesn't that sum it up nicely? * Sofia's dad Francis Coppola talks to Harry Knowles about his own new movie. Dad ain't done yet! (Link thanks to Anne Thompson.) * Chesterton nuts won't want to miss visiting The Hebdomadal Chesterton, where Craig Burrell posts a Chesterton excerpt every week. Craig has also posted a brief audio recording of Chesterton's voice. * The Man Who Is Thursday writes Charles Murray and asks him some questions about IQ and the arts. * Brenda Walker notices that whenever a white American parent kills his or her children, it becomes a huge news story. Meanwhile, when an immigrant parent kills his or her children, you seldom hear a peep about it from the mainstream press. * I was saddened to learn that we might be witnessing the demise of that very peculiar, guinea-pig-crossed-with-a-tiger creature, the... posted by Michael at May 10, 2007 | perma-link | (21) comments





Wednesday, May 9, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Daniel Gilbert thinks there are good evolutionary reasons why we're so bad at forecasting what our future emotional states will be. * Is chocolate better than a kiss? * Kate Marie falls hard for "The Wire." * Patrick Deneen pays a visit to Crunchy Green Giant Wendell Berry. (Link thanks to Rod Dreher.) * Have you made the acquaintance of the witty and mischievous Stephenesque? * Here's a brilliant little conceptual Flashy thing showing how it is your mouse really makes your pointer move. It may take a while to load, but the payoff is pretty delicious. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Portraiture ... Landscapes ... Modernism ... Traditionalism ... My question for the day is: Why isn't high-class lingerie accepted as one of the fine arts? Where's the justice? * Speaking of chic undies, here's a fashion show that even straight American boys should be able to enjoy. (NSFW, but only mildly so.) * Alias Clio has a good word for Walter De La Mare, and shares some rueful and smart reflections about romance. Great, if sad, line: I've occasionally met married men who had strong romantic feelings about their wives. I don't think I've ever met a married woman who had romantic feelings about her husband. Clio's self-description -- "Conservative Bohemian with eclectic tastes" -- has a sexy music to it, doesn't it? As does her list of favorite art-things. Among them: "Night of the Hunter," Haydn, Barbara Vine, Boswell's "Johnson," Bach, and the Rolling Stones. Yeah, baby. * Here's yet another new blog full of rowdy and super-bright righties. * In this video, Barry Schwartz gives a compact version of his "too much choice makes us miserable" thesis. Though I don't find Schwartz's policy suggestions attractive, I think his main point is a good one. * Mom's gonna kill herself! Dad thinks college was a big mistake! (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * If even a high-tech razor like a Mach 3 can leave my face raw, how did Early Man manage to survive the removing-facial-hair process? Here's a history of shaving. It turns out that the first razors were probably flint stones. Suddenly wearing a beard sounds very appealing. * Chris Dillow treats himself to a good wrestle with the conflict between liberty and social cohesion. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 9, 2007 | perma-link | (13) comments





Tuesday, May 8, 2007


Taken Down
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A few hours ago I put up a posting linking to a Laurence Auster piece that contrasts black-on-white rape figures with white-on-black rape figures. My point in putting up the posting was to ask this question: Is it a good thing or a bad thing that our mainstream press doesn't discuss these kinds of statistics? Visitors Peter and Peter Johnson have alerted me to the fact that Auster's figures are in some dispute. The stats that seem far more likely are awful enough but nothing like the ones Auster used. They still seem to me much worth taking note of and discussing; it also seems to me worth saying that it's absurd that these figures should be so hard to get hold of and make sense of in the first place. But, given that the general discussion has veered off in the direction of accuracy, percentages, definitions, and survey methods, none of which I know a darned thing about, the responsible thing now seems to me to be to take my previous posting down, which I've done. The discussions at Half Sigma and at Auster's own blog will bring the curious up to date. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 8, 2007 | perma-link | (1) comments





Friday, May 4, 2007


Pittsburgh: Yay or Nay?
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Back here, I raved about the city of Pittsburgh. Since I was basing my cheers entirely on a three-day vist The Wife and I made to promote our dirty co-written fiction, I was relieved that, in the comments on that posting, DarkoV, MQ, and The Holzbachian contributed not just their own enthusiasm for the city but considerably more experience. More recently, I had the chance to feel vindicated for all of us when the Places Rated Almanac declared Pittsburgh the "most livable city" in the U.S., ahead of such strong and better-known contenders as Portland, Seattle, and San Francisco. Now, though, comes Bill Steigerwald, a columnist for the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, to add some lemon to the discussion. According to Steigerwald, Pittsburgh -- for all her heartiness, her gorgeous neighborhoods, and her advantages -- is in a death-spiral. Taxes are high, politicians are deluded and corrupt, and people are leaving. One especially sad passage: It's bankrupt. Its school district spends $16,000 a year per kid. Its parking tax is the highest on Earth: 50 percent. City police and firefighters irresponsibly pad their numbers, salaries, and pensions -- and openly trade their mayoral votes for sweetheart contracts. Meanwhile, local school and property taxes are among the highest in the country. So are public bus and taxi fares. And, oh yeah, highways are congested, in bad shape, and under-built. Yes, Pittsburgh is highly livable. But it's also dying. Don't you hate it when satisfyingly simple pictures get complicated? But you can still buy an awful lot of very nice house for amazingly little money in Pittsburgh. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 4, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Thursday, May 3, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Scott Chaffin installs some compact flourescents and suspects that someone's funnin' him. * Mike Snider thinks that traditional poetic forms are an invitation to the poet to get up and dance, while free verse encourages passivity. * The lenses in my new eyeglasses just popped out ... * Claire is enjoying Stephen King's book "On Writing." * Ronald Brak sees "300" and is amused. Funny passage: The screen is filled with so much beefcake it almost made me wish I could take a pill to turn me gay for a couple of hours so I'd enjoy the movie more. There is a scene which shows King Leonidas having sex with his wife, which I guess is some pathetic attempt to establish that he's not gay. Let's just say it's not successful. * Jewcy's Neille Elel visits India and fails to find enlightenment. * Musician, entertainer, and crankily exuberant guy Shouting Thomas gets off a great passage about the live music world: I remember that this conversation was repeated a thousand times in the 70s: "Wouldn't it be great if we could go out to hear music in a smoke-free, alcohol-free environment where the men weren't hitting on the women?" Well, no. This is not such a great thing. People go out to hear music to let their hair down and raise a ruckus. The search for the great hippie, pacifist venue led to the complete collapse of the live music business. * Economist Thomas Sowell talks a lot of sense here and here. Sowell's quite a giant, isn't he? My own favorite Sowell book is "The Vision of the Anointed," an enlightening look at why our elites think and behave the way they do. * If she were still with us, Barbara Stanwyck would be turning 100. Anne Thompson praises Stanwyck, and links to some lovely writing about the star. * Chris Dillow thinks that being raised rich can have its disadvantages. * Are girls with girly names less likely to pursue math and science? * Randall Parker takes a look at the cost of the Iraq war. * Roger Scruton denounces Jean-Paul Sartre. Great line: "Sartre was a kind of athlete of negation, able to wrestle Nothing out of Something whatever the subject or the cause." * James Kunstler sets aside Peak Oil and lets rip on (to my mind) his best subject: how ugly and tacky so much of America has become. Now that's some vivid writing. The visitors' comments on his posting are well worth a read too. * Gregory Cochran is convinced that the Bushies inhabit an alternate reality. * Kevin Carson asks a good question: What to do when the free-market alternative just isn't available? * Ilkka gets on the treadmill and picks up a copy of Oprah's magazine. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 3, 2007 | perma-link | (35) comments




Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'll be on the road again next week, Nikon S5 and MacBook at the ready. This time it's Miami and then up along the coast as far as Philadelphia. Being Puget Sound-based most of my life, Florida is just a squidge off my usual bi-coastal track: never ever been there. Ditto most of the rest of the route till we hit the DC environs. That should make the trip interesting. I'll blog as best I can, but likely posting will be less than my usual four items per week. Places we're visiting include Miami, Key West, St. Augustine, Savanna, Charleston, the NC capes, the Norfolk area, the Delmarva peninsula, Washington, Wilmington DE and perhaps Philly. Art-wise, I hope to catch the Sorolla exhibit at the Chrysler Museum in Norfolk, as much as I can in Washington museums, the Delaware Art Museum and the Brandywine River Museum. Not to mention the Art Deco and Spanish architecture in the Miami area. The plan is to use all this as blog-fodder. I suspect there are other interesting art museums and architectural sites along the route that I'm ignorant of, so any tips will be appreciated. No guarantees that I'll visit everything suggested, because Nancy will have places she'll want to visit as well. Normal blogging will resume in June. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 3, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, May 1, 2007


Ultra-Eco Lifestyle
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- What price are you willing to pay to Save the Planet ? One option is to live an 18th century lifestyle. That's more or less what one chap in northern New England did, as reported in the Wall Street Journal 10 or 15 years ago. A bit too extreme? Okay, here is what's happenin' now according to an article in today's Seattle Times, a paper beating the drum for its "Climate Challenge" initiative. The link to the article is here. But it might disappear, so I'll liberally quote from the article to highlight some of its information. The trash container at the curb is not much bigger than a shoebox. And inside the house, at 7:15 on a weekday morning, all the lights are off. It's not because no one's home. "I'm just raising the blinds to let in the natural light," Gina Diamond said as she walked from window to window. It's morning in a low-carbon household, where reuse and recycle is more than just a slogan, buying used is encouraged and the electric lights go on only when it's dark out.... They haven't abandoned modern conveniences. The refrigerator hums near an electric stove and a dishwasher. When Diamond needs to get ready in the morning, she pops a movie into the DVD player for Lily to watch. But looking closely, subtle differences emerge. Laundry hangs on a drying rack in a nearby hall. To save electricity, they rarely put their clothes in the dryer. The curly glass of a compact fluorescent light bulb pokes from the lamp over the dinner table. Diamond got out a milk carton labeled organic. The raisins Lily plopped onto her cereal were bought in bulk and stored in a reusable container. That helps explain why a week's worth of family garbage fills one small trash bag. "I try to reuse things as much as I can before I recycle them," Diamond explained.... The household rules are pretty simple. Walk or ride a bike when you can. Take the bus if that doesn't work. As a last resort, drive the family car, a Subaru station wagon. Buy organic, locally grown food if possible. Buy less stuff, and get secondhand things. Only use electricity when needed. In practice, it gets more complicated. Take eating. Diamond is an "aspiring vegan," meaning no meat, milk or eggs. [Richard] Farnham [her husband], who grew up in London eating his mom's roast beef, still relishes a good burger. Lily [their daughter] doesn't eat meat but drinks milk and eats eggs.... She wants to buy food grown nearby, to cut down on fuel used to transport, say, bananas from Central America to Seattle. But she can't give up fresh fruit in the winter. So they get a lot of their produce from a local farm that delivers a box to a nearby neighborhood center, and then add fruit and vegetables from elsewhere in the winter.... She traces her start down this path to 1987,... posted by Donald at May 1, 2007 | perma-link | (31) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Virginia Postrel has discovered Yi-Fu Tuan. I'm a big fan of Tuan's "Passing Strange and Wonderful." * Vince Keenan reports that Mike Hodges' followup to "Get Carter," the 1972 "Pulp," isn't half bad. * Mencius thinks that he has boiled leftism down to its central idea. * Bluewyvern turns up some amazing book artists. * Crime-fiction nuts should be making Steve Lewis' Mystery*File a regular stop. * Alicatte thinks Lancome may have overdone the Photoshopping on Clive Owen. * Moira offers some nuanced thinking about courtesy and the truth. * Michael Pollan argues that our farm policies subsidize obesity. Link thanks to Tyler Cowen. * Eddie Muller presents his list of the 25 best film noir movies. (Man, that's awkward: "film noir movies." Have you got a better way of writing it?) I wrote a blogposting about film noir here. * Thriller fan D.A. Ridgely reports that "Fracture" may not be perfect but is still worth a watch. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 1, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, April 30, 2007


Random Web Marketing Poetics
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Readers who've tried to post comments here in recent months know that there can be delays ranging from a couple of minutes to several hours before the comment appears on the 2Blowhards site. That's because we sometimes get bombarded with spam comments. So we inspect prospective comments (when we happen to be on the computer) and only post those that are legitimate, relegating the others to the trash bin. Too bad my incoming e-mails aren't so carefully vetted. Actually my MacBook has software that tries to sort junk from okay e-mails, but I still allow the software to display the complete list of incoming rounds just in case there's a misidentification (and every week or so there is one). The war between spammers and scanners is interesting, each side innovating to try to get a step ahead of the other. One spam dodge is to include randomly-generated word sequences to cover the message about, say, "meds." (Well, that's the sort of spam I seem to get. Hmm. What do they know about me that I don't?) Sometimes those random-word blocs can be interesting -- almost poetic. Here's one I received today: and beaujolais some katz ! warfare the you're try quadrille the marketwise a retaliate it's eardrum it's criss and detest it dubhe a cameron a idol , lifelike may albrecht And one from a few days ago: be chile may glisten ! bloodhound may bank ! fluoridate ! pica , brothel some powerful it's chantey it derate some for but britannic and conglomerate be gigahertz try universe a crease some lennox try christie and saturater on instance or tuscarora the charm the birthday the cyclorama it's amerada may yea it astatine try implicit , barnacle a southampton a adhesion some zeroth some invariable , athlete on severe but wainscot but cochlea ! chromosome may abound or atop Who knows ... some day this stuff might get collected, published, and proclaimed as edgy, trangressive literature. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 30, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, April 29, 2007


Timing and the Digging of Pop Culture
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Not long ago I wrote about Ice Cream vs. Sherbet and mentioned that the cowboy character Hopalong Cassidy's picture was on the inside lids of Dixie Cups containing an ice cream - sherbet mix. What I didn't mention was that I was not a Hoppy fan. I was a couple of years too old, it seems. Age differences can be a huge thing for many youngsters, me included. Moreover, age differences have effects in inverse proportion to one's age. For instance, I recall from Kindergarten days that first graders would taunt us on the playground by crying out "Kindy-garten BAAY-bees!!" And those first graders seemed a whole lot bigger and older than us, so we simply kept our mouths shut and put up with the taunting. When I was a first or second grader we once went up to the upper floor of the school and were walked through an eighth grade classroom. Those eighth graders (they were around age 13) seemed like adults to me. They were really big like my parents and the boys had hairy legs showing above the socks. As I noted, age differences seem to lessen as one ages. Though it wasn't until I was perhaps a Junior in high school that girls only a year younger became "interesting." As college Freshmen, Seniors seemed noticeably more mature than us. Matter of fact, it was the cooler, older heads in my frat house that kept initiation hazing from getting dangerously out of bounds. (See here for my post on Hell Week.) As for the title of this post, here's the deal with me and pop culture icon Elvis Presley. Elvis hit the national scene in a big way in 1956. I was a high school senior the fall of that year. Junior girls were going mad over the guy. (My wife, who was a high school Junior that year, just told me that yes indeed she was an Elvis fan.) But not suave, sophisticated 16 or 17 year-old me. I thought Elvis was kid stuff. You know what? I've never really cared much for Elvis. Had I been born a year or more later, I might have dug him. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 29, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments




Kirsten Has Some Advice
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Kirsten Dunst thinks the world would be a better place if everyone toked up on a regular basis. Is her agent yelling at her right now for making this statement? And was Carl Sagan really the world's biggest pothead? Meanwhile, say hello to the iBong, the brainchild of a couple of computer geeks from -- where else? -- Austin, Texas. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 29, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Thursday, April 26, 2007


Crying At the Office
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- First tattoos, then piercings. Now the WSJ's Sue Shellenbarger reports the -- to me, anyway -- bad news that it's becoming more and more permissable to cry at the office. "Today's young adults are more comfortable venting all kinds of emotions," she writes, citing a psychology prof, who says, "They were raised with the phrase 'express yourself'." Sounds about right to me -- and, as far as I'm concerned, there's too damn much venting going on these days. There's another element at work too. The psych prof goes on to explain that today's young people have no experience in taking criticism and often burst into tears when they receive negative feedback. Shellenbarger seems to approve of this new freedom to vent, by the way. Her piece isn't online, darn it. But she's hosting a WSJ forum on the topic, and I found it a lot of fun to read. My favorite note came from commenter "srosaaen": "First, we have to applaud their every effort; now, we have to listen to their crying. What part of this is behaving like an adult?" The freedom to cry at the office: a good development or a bad one? Best, Michael UPDATE: The WSJ's Jeffrey Zaslow writes a related article about how young people's expectations of unending praise are affecting workplaces. Zaslow is much less cheery about these developments than Shellenbarger is. Great passage: Bosses, professors and mates are feeling the need to lavish praise on young adults, particularly twentysomethings, or else see them wither under an unfamiliar compliment deficit. Employers are dishing out kudos to workers for little more than showing up ... Some researchers suggest that inappropriate kudos are turning too many adults into narcissistic praise-junkies. The upshot: A lot of today's young adults feel insecure if they're not regularly complimented. One shrink estimates that "the average college student in 2006 was 30% more narcissistic than the average student in 1982." Given how self-centered college kids were back in the early '80s, that's a frightening figure.... posted by Michael at April 26, 2007 | perma-link | (31) comments





Wednesday, April 25, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * We did it: Mencius is now blogging. Bookmark that sucka. * You have a Mac? So why aren't you podcasting? * Dani Rodrik wonders if the person who buys Fair Trade coffee is doing the world any good. * Steve Bodio thinks that the anti-gun team ought to do a little more research. * The history of architectural modernism in a very compact nutshell. (Link thanks to Arts and Letters Daily.) * Girish volunteers a list of new and newish movieblogs. * Cowtown Pattie rhapsodizes about one of her faves: the 1947 "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir." Jon Hastings thinks that Kurosawa's "Red Beard" may be one of the greats. * I notice that MacWorld likes the writing program Scrivener as much as I do. * DarkoV -- who writes like a soulful comic poet -- visits Cincinnati and raves about the city. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 25, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Tuesday, April 24, 2007


Ice Cream vs. Sherbet
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Eons ago -- call it 1950 -- I would bike over to the neighborhood over-the-counter grocery to buy myself a treat. For ten cents I could get a small (6-8 ounce) Dixie Cup of ... well, let me go through the process. The cardboard top had a little pull-tab. You would pinch the tab and then peel off the top. Then you'd take a peek at the under-side of the top because there would be a picture! Probably a picture the cowboy character Hopalong Cassidy as played by William Boyd. As the link explains, Hoppy became a huge hit on TV for a few years starting in 1949. So Hoppy stuff was everywhere, including the insides of Dixie Cup lids. The cup was filled about half-and-half with vanilla ice cream and orange sherbet. To view Bill Boyd in all his glory you first had to lick a film of ice cream and sherbet off the picture. The cups came with flat little wooden "spoons" so that the contents could be eaten. I found this indulgence lacking, but had to put up with it because there were few affordable alternatives. What was wrong? For one thing, I wasn't a Hopalong Cassidy fan. But my big problem was that orange sherbet. I felt I was being short-changed; an entire Dixie Cup full of vanilla ice cream would have been just swell. So I'd eat the vile, watery sherbet first, clearing the deck for the ice cream. I still don't care for sherbet. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 24, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Architecture & Morality's Corbusier watches a documentary about the recently-deceased economist Milton Friedman, and muses about Friedman's taste in homes. * The top ten naked people on Google Earth. * Is the word "slut" still an insult? Or has it flipped and become a term of endearment? (Both these links thanks to Daze Reader.) * The Man Who is Thursday takes a valuable look at different translations of Homer. Thursday's essay about art, taste, and politics is one of the most sensible I've ever read. * Here's a lose-yourself-in-it collection of commercial art by the legendary Robert McGinnis. (The site and collecting were all done by Graeme Flanagan, to whom I'd like to say Thank you.) Those over 45 will probably recognize a lot of McGinnis' work. He was responsible for some very famous movie posters -- "Breakfast at Tiffany's," a couple of Bond flicks -- as well as for many paperback book jackets for novels by John D. MacDonald. * Searchie recalls facing down a charge of racism. * A new Heritage Foundation study concludes that we may be spending $200 billion a year subsidizing our illegal-immigrant population. * Susan has been enjoying -- and giving a lot of thought to -- Flann O'Brien's wonderful comic novel "At Swim-Two-Birds" (here, here, here). * A student at Brooklyn Law School has stripped for Playboy. Will it affect her career chances, at least so far as the law goes? "I'm not that shy," she says at one point in a NSFW video. No kidding. Brian Sorgatz applauds her boldness. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 24, 2007 | perma-link | (9) comments





Friday, April 20, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Amazing what miracles a cheapo computer paint program can be made to perform. * CyndiF links to some tasty foodblogs. * Michael Bierut raves about the new typeface documentary "Helvetica," and recalls those long-ago days when civilians knew nothing about fonts. * Alan Little observes how yoga people dress, and thinks yogis need to beware of inexperienced yoga teachers. A lovely -- and sensible -- passage: I've been though a lot of challenges and changes in [the decade during which I've studied yoga], and my yoga practice has been a thread of continuity and sanity through all of them. I've been content and inwardly at peace with myself for the first time ever in my life, largely due to the yoga. Why on earth would I consider trusting my valuable practice time to somebody who hasn't themself been through something at least vaguely similar? * Robert Nagle is one serious fan of sitcoms. * Those addicted-to (or just befuddled by) libertarianism -- and isn't it astonishing how much space libertarianism takes up online? -- won't want to miss this interview with Llewellyn Rockwell. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 20, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, April 18, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Steve Sailer links to a daring and frank piece about race, sports, and politics by AOL's Jason Whitlock. Whitlock's column starts with "I'm calling for Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, the president and vice president of Black America, to step down" -- and then it gets even better. * Yahmdallah enjoyed "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang." Nice quote: "But then I like self-referential movies that break the fourth wall. When it's done well, as it is here, it actually sinks me deeper into the movie because it feels like I'm in on the joke." * Cubs fans (and visual-arts fans) have a treat in store: Tim Souers' Cubby Blue, a mostly-visual blog by a gifted illustrator who loves his Chicago ball team. I think what I like best about Tim's art (and blog) is the way he makes the high-spirited, the sweet-natured, and the mischievous coexist. That's fandom at its best, IMHO. * Book-writers (and book-writer wannbes) owe it to themselves to read this NYTimes snapshot of the London Book Fair. That's book publishing, kids. * Have you ever wondered how tall female sex symbols and male daredevils tend to be? Agnostic has done the research. * John Massengale argues that -- while the chic set is enraptured with Theory -- the New Urbanism has arisen out of a respect for experience. * Kellogg, Idaho native Raymond Pert crafts a list asking "How Kellogg are you?" It's very evocative. I liked #13 best: "If you ever got to go to a big city, you explored it by going bowling." * Although ChelseaGirl and the b.f. have reached a bit of an impasse, CG will be reading some of her brainy and sexy prose tonight at Rachel Kramer Bussell's "In the Flesh" reading series. * Patrick Buchanan looks beyond the Wolfowitz scandals and calls for the World Bank to be shut down. Nice passage: Why, when the government is deeper in debt than ever in our history, is this Congress borrowing billions every year to send to the least competent, most corrupt regimes on earth? Why has the World Bank not been shut down, its 10,000 overpaid employees dismissed -- or the whole thing deeded over to Beijing or Tokyo? Let them play world banker to deadbeat nations. They've got the money. We don't anymore. * Two scholars are doing their impressive best to turn public debate into something as undignified as a pro wrestling match. * There isn't much that's more amusing than inadvertent sexual humor pulled from old comic book panels. Batman and Robin always seem to be prominent in these collections, don't they? * A new study concludes that women in traditional marriages are happier than women in modern-style marriages. Mark Richardson comments. * There must be a movie in this. * Tom Philpott thinks that ethanol is one big scam. What could our elites be up to, Tom asks, "beyond rigging public policy (and raiding the public purse) to generate huge... posted by Michael at April 18, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Tuesday, April 17, 2007


Picturing Carmel
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- About a year ago in my post Carmel Has Gone to the Dogs I poked fun at Carmel-by-the-Sea, California. Dogs aside, Carmel is an interesting place to visit. Or even live, if you can spare more than a million bucks to buy a house. It has been an artist colony for the last century (Robinson Jeffers, Edward Weston, auteur Clint Eastwood, etc.) and these days seems to have almost as many art galleries as it does pooches. To atone for my doggie post, I offer you the following photo essay on Carmel. Gallery Although Carmel is already almost terminally quaint, with a little strolling you can stumble across buildings that represent quaintness-on-steroids: "storybook style" architecture. Even dwellings can be pretty quaint, though not many equal these. Ah Carmel! Interesting tree. Silver Bentley (parked curbside, no less -- brave owner!). And the KRML radio studio. It's all-jazz, befitting this jazz-festival-holding neck of the woods. Carmel can be whimsical, too. This shows a sign above the entrance to an underground parking garage. And as the sun sinks slowly in the west, we bid a fond farewell to quaint little Carmel-by-the-Sea, its charmingly affluent natives and the dogs they worship. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 17, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, April 15, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Whisky Prajer considers the case of geezer-rockers. * Dr. Weevil gives a class on the gruesome ancient-Athenian practice of "planking." * YouTube star Lasse Gjertson goes interactive. * The week's best movie premise. * I love the droll nonchalance of this Berkeley a capella singing group. (NSFW for language.) * On her 63rd birthday, Mary Lee Fowler hears her father's voice for the very first time. * Cowtown Pattie tells a tale of when her dad was a cop. It's a sad-sweet-funny charmer, as Pattie's tales so often are. But in this case an extra-special Bloggy goes out to her for using the word "hoosegow." More bloggers ought to use the word "hoosegow." * Pattie's story appears on a new blog organized by "elderblogger" Ronni Bennett. Ronni has had the wonderful idea of creating a place where people over 50 can come and swap stories. Go and enjoy. Ronni does her own blogging here. * Here's a handy new web tool: Mux. Have you just watched a webvideo that you'd like to save a personal copy of? Paste its URL into Mux, and it'll convert the file for you. * Jon Hastings enjoyed John le Carre's recent spy thriller "Absolute Friends" but wasn't crazy about Robert De Niro's movie "The Good Shepherd." * Baltimore Snacker is a person who loves to eat, but he's also a person who loves movies about zombies who love to eat people. Life can be funny. * Architect Philip Bess lists 50 reasons why ballparks built in the early 20th century are / were better than today's ballparks. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 15, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments





Friday, April 13, 2007


Displaying Two-Ton Objects
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Saturday, right before the flu nailed me, I finally got around to visiting the Blackhawk Automotive Museum in Danville, southeast of San Francisco. Blackhawk Automotive Museum This car museum is luxurious, unlike many. I visited Bill Harrah's famous collection in Sparks, Nevada back in the 70s where most of the cars were lined up in rows in warehouses. So how does a museum go about displaying automobiles? They can weigh two or more tons apiece and require at a minimum roughly a 10x20 foot area to occupy. And if they're valuable (as is mostly the case), there has to be some form of separation from spectators; can't have people hopping in, trying the driving position and perhaps snitching an item, as happens at automobile shows. As mentioned, the Harrah collection was mostly pretty basic. To accommodate the cars, they were lined up side-to-side and 90 degrees to the aisle. Museums with a little more spare space sometimes choose to echelon the cars. Sometimes cars are positioned nose to tail. And there are other possibilities, as I'll show below. The ideal, in my judgment, is to have cars well-separated so that spectators can do a walk-around. But most museums don't have the space to allow this. The result is that it can be hard to fully appreciate what's being seen. Gallery Schlumpf Collection - Mulhouse, France I've never visited this fancy museum, but would like to. Note all the Bugattis in the photo. Also note the fancy "street-lighting" and the lack of velvet ropes or other visitor barriers -- hard to believe that's museum policy. The cars are in rows, however. National Automobile Museum, Reno This is a fairly typical display area in the successor to the Harrah Collection. Cars are nose-to-tail, but to the right (hidden by the Tucker) they face the visitor track. National Automobile Museum, Reno Outside the display halls are faux streets, one to an automotive era. No viewer barriers, but the cars displayed in the "streets" weren't the most valuable in the collection. A nice aspect of this sort of display is that cars are in a "natural environment. Talbot-Lago at Blackhawk Museum The Blackhawk Museum chooses to display cars as art-objects. The walls and ceilings of the display halls are black, as is the stone floor, while the cars are spot-lighted. The effect is akin to a Cartier window display. Bucciali TAV- 8, 1930 The Blackhawk Museum tends to display rare, valuable cars, often previous winners of the Pebble Beach Concours. This Bucciali is rare indeed. The chassis to the right is that of the 16-cylinder model that was never built. The motor is a gorgeous mock-up. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 13, 2007 | perma-link | (9) comments





Tuesday, April 3, 2007


Java Joint Hangin'
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Once upon a time -- call it 1980 -- shopping malls ruled the the American retail world. Then came the invasion of the Big Box Stores. Followed by village-style shopping centers. Even though customers are slipping through mall stores' fingers there is still one unassailable category of mall-denizen: teen agers hangin' out. Or is there? One mid-afternoon last week I was havin' my cuppa caffein at a Starbucks. Not long after I claimed a chair at a table and was scribbling blog-subject ideas on one of those brown paper napkins, in came some early-teen girls. Then more arrived. Pretty soon there must have been ten or so hanging out around the couches and tables. Then it dawned on me that the Starbucks was only a quarter mile from a middle school and it was around 3:00 p.m. -- basically dismissal time. I didn't notice boys of similar age, so maybe the gals were there simply for the beverages. Could this be a new social trend? Or am I late to the scene as usual. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 3, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Creepy? * NZConservative thinks that conservatives ought to be more concerned about population growth than they are. * Tyler Cowen recommends his favorite Monteverdi. * The very idiosyncratic and droll Ilkka blogs again. * Although I've linked to and written about the phenomenal -- and much too-little-known -- gospel-blues singer-guitarist Sister Rosetta Tharpe a few times, I've only just now awakened to the fact that a biography of her was recently published. Hmm, Beacon Press ... Not good: an earnest, political publisher ... On the other hand, the bio does sound thorough and careful. And where else are we going to find the information? * Caleb Crain takes a shrewd look at some recent sales figures from the book publishing world. * Tokenblackchic is hoping to make it to NYC. Tokenblackchic is a resourceful and funny short-video maker. * The good news is that total income in America is rising like gangbusters. The bad news is that nearly all of the rise is going to the same tiny sliver of people. * Anne Thompson raves about "Grindhouse," links to a hard-to-resist Bollywood version of "Pretty Woman," and lists some of her favorite Hollywood book-fiction. * You can find podcasts with a lot of British authors here. I'm especially looking forward to a rare talk with the crime-novel genius Ruth Rendell. * Here's video from some really virtuosic jet piloting. * The biologist E. O. Wilson thinks there may be something to the idea of group selection. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 3, 2007 | perma-link | (25) comments




The Barriers Crumble
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- People continue to venture into all kinds of previously off-limits subject matter. * Steve Sailer thinks that high-school kids interested in college ought to apply to a lot more schools than they're usually told to. * A common good-liberal assumption is that human evolution stopped dead the moment some humans left Africa. Steve links to a report about a Gregory Cochran-John Hawks paper contending that human evolution has, if anything, speeded up in recent millennia. * In the Jewish magazine Commentary, the Scots-Irish Charles Murray surveys Jewish accomplishment and Jewish brains. (Link thanks to ALD.) The GNXP gang pile in here. * Jewcy's Joey Kurtzman tries to lure John Derbyshire into a discussion of Kevin MacDonald's theories about the Jews. Although Derbyshire mostly does a lot of sensible stonewalling, Kurtzman himself kicks over an amazing number of taboos, not the least of which is admitting to having enjoyed reading Kevin MacDonald. * Lovers of frank and vervey conversation generally should enjoy many of Jewcy's "Dialogues." In one of them, Daphne Merkin confesses that the gay-marriage issue annoys her: "It [strikes me] as a red herring, not to mention as some sort of baiting of the culture at large," she writes: Also, I think it's troublesome, at the very least, to both mock the very idea of marriage as a delusional and retrograde "straight" institution, as many gays have done, and then happily go and claim its financial/property benefits on behalf of the tiny minority of gay marriages that exist in this country. * Another Jewcy Merkin crack is at the expense of the literary world, which she describes as existing "in a self-inflated universe all its own, in spite of the fact that no one reads." * ALD also points out a links-heavy article in the Chronicle of Higher Education making the very forbidden argument that some college-prank videoclips are actually worth your time. * Doug Anderson wonders why mixed-race couples aren't more visible in the media. As one of the commenters on Doug's posting writes, "So many chances to be politically incorrect, I scarcely know where to begin." Un-PCness most definitely welcomed in the comments on this posting, but obnoxiousness strongly discouraged. Well, I take that back. Let's make all the obnoxious fun of the literary world that we care to. That's always good sport. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 3, 2007 | perma-link | (13) comments





Monday, April 2, 2007


Taking Pains
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Sloppy is easy. Craftsmanship and taking pains have to be learned from a mentor or from bitter experience. When I was young my father and grandfather did small-scale woodworking projects. I saw that they took care in measuring and sawing, etc., but I lacked coordination and patience, never rising above wood-butcher status. I didn't learn serious craftsmanship until I started programming computers. If a program isn't properly constructed, it won't run. And even if it runs, it can be a nightmare to maintain if it isn't well organized and documented. I witnessed this on a more mundane level last week when I was keeping an eye on the moving crew packing up the California house for our move to Seattle. The moving company supplied them boxes of different sizes along with rolls of sticky tape and semi-sticky sheets of wrapping plastic. One item they had lots of was sheets of packing paper -- a newsprint-like material measuring a little more than two feet square. They went through lots of that paper. In many cases it was used simply as filler material, padding the inside of a box so that the contents wouldn't shift. For fragile objects such as glasses and china, each piece was wrapped, sometimes quite thickly. The crew worked steadily. Little waste motion, yet attention being given to each object while being wrapped and placed in the shipping box. That was last week. Now I'm having to reverse the process as I unpack. After cutting open the top of a box I have to remove and carefully unfold each piece of packing paper. Many sheets are simply padding; nevertheless they have to be checked for objects and then piled flat for later recycling. Presently the basement contains four or five piles of paper that are nearly two feet high each. I've found myself mimicking the moving crew's deliberate, steady pace. Yes, I could rip that paper off much faster and cram it into empty boxes. But items might get lost if I was that sloppy, and that wouldn't be good. Reminds me of computer programming. And doubtless other tasks such as automobile repair and hanging wallpaper. Fear of trouble creates discipline. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 2, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Sunday, April 1, 2007


Thin Mustaches
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I suppose they'll be back: that's the nature of fashion. But I hope it's not any time soon. What am I venting about this time? Why, thin mustaches of course! If you've watched many 1930s movies you'll probably have seen lots of them. Here are some examples: John Gilbert Melvyn Douglas William Powell Clark Gable In the Thirties those little mustaches -- some being almost pencil-line thin -- were considered quite masculine. Nowadays I suspect that they strike most folks as being fussy, almost sissy-like. That's how they strike me. The thin-mustache fashion faded in the late 40s for whites, but hung on for a couple of decades longer for blacks. If a man grows a mustache sans-beard these days it's likely to cover the area twixt lip and nose and might range from trimmed to bushy in style. Handlebars seem fairly rare. Waxed mustaches moreso. As I write this I'm trying to remember when thin mustaches where popular before the Thirties (that's the peak -- the fashion ran from 1920 or before until 1950 or thereabouts), and the best I can come up with is foggy images of riverboat gamblers in movies or TV shows. If such mustaches are indeed an historical rarity, it makes me wonder why they appeared at all and why they appeared when they did. Perhaps such speculation is fruitless. They were a fashion. Sometimes fashions occur in response to outside forces (World War 2 fabric restrictions killed the Zoot Suit, for example) other times they are reactions to previous fashions (the post-WW2 New Look long, full skirts) and sometimes they just happen (heavily-padded shoulders for women around 1990). Feel free to kick this around in Comments. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 1, 2007 | perma-link | (16) comments





Thursday, March 29, 2007


Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It's a good thing Michael has been bloggin' up a storm (as Instapundit sometimes puts it). That's 'cuz I haven't been. Perhaps no one noticed. My excuse this time is that the moving van pulled up to the house Tuesday and the day was spent unloading. Then on Wednesday we drove most of the way to Portland to fetch some bookcase shelves that the van crew mistakenly dropped off at the first house on their route. (The trailer was 51 feet long and -- cough, cough -- our load took up 75 percent of the length.) Today was the first unpacking day and we'll be busy into the weekend completing the first cut on that chore. Easter weekend and a few days on either side we return to California. I'll report on anything interesting I see in San Francisco and environs. Monday we went to Seattle's new sculpture park. I took photos and will post on that. Speaking of moving, I recall my move from Seattle to Philadelphia to attend Dear Old Penn. I was able to pack most of my possessions into a VW Karmann-Ghia coupe (though my mother might have boxed and mailed some other items once I got settled). Yes, it can be nice to be able to change residence so easily; the current move has been a pain. Nevertheless, given a choice of having lots of books, some computers, comfy furniture and an adequate collection of clothes versus have little or none, I say that the joys of materialism outweigh bother of occasionally moving the stuff. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 29, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments





Monday, March 26, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Michael Wade thinks that managers need to get their minds off their jobs on a regular basis. * Los Angeles: home of black/Latino gang warfare. * Logical Meme thinks we'd do well to decrease immigration from Mali, where polygamy is common. * A new study suggests that "the more frequently people play video racing games, the more likely they are to be aggressive drivers who take risks and get into accidents." * Netflix is offering a big prize to anyone who can improve their recommendations system. I complained about Netflix's bizarro recommendations back here. I guess I wasn't alone. * Chicklit is so yesterday. Today's new gal-genre is "yummy-mummy lit." * Time to get out for a walk. * Time to catch some Zzzzz's. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 26, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Sunday, March 25, 2007


Everyday Every Day
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yes, yes. Languages evolve. Some of what was considered ungrammatical in the past is okay today. Meanings of words change. Back in the 70s or 80s I read an article in The New York Times explaining how "transpired" originally meant nothing like its currently-accepted meaning of "happened." And yes, yes, I no doubt go along with a number of these nearly-invisible changes (nearly invisible because the changes can take a generation of two to effect). But there are limits, by gawd. Some changes annoy the hell out of me. The change that bothers me the most? It's the use of "everyday" when one ought to write "every day." The word "everyday" means "commonplace," as in the phrase "everyday low prices." And "every day" means, well, just what it says. So when I read sentences such as "He comes home early everyday," I reduce my IQ assessment of the writer by 10 points. Yes, yes, I know that my English usage ain't perfect either. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 25, 2007 | perma-link | (20) comments





Thursday, March 22, 2007


NSFW Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Enough with the Olympian tone! Enough with the detached culture-observing! Time to share where my mind's really at. * If I could pass just one law, it'd be one that would require all girls to study bellydancing from 9th grade right through college. We'd all inhabit such a happier world ... * This is emphatically not a kink that would have occurred to me independently. (Link deactivated at the request of the kinky site's webmistress.) * Nor this one. * I think I remember majoring in this subject my freshman year in college. Hard to remember through all the funny-smelling smoke, though ... * Why am I feeling a sudden desire to become a film director? Oh, it's because then girls like this one would be begging me for roles in my movies. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 22, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Sunday, March 18, 2007


Funny Furrin' Beddin'
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The first time I saw a duvet I thought the Stuttgart hotel hadn't finished making the beds. Such is ignorance. Bed with duvets in German hotel room This Wikipedia entry says that duvets evolved from peasants' bedding -- a handy one-piece sheet-plus-down-lining. It further states that duvets are common in Scandinavia and Eastern Europe. I can't say anything about what German homes have, but I've seen a lot of them in German hotels as well as places farther east and north. Even though I've encountered duvets since 1996, I'm still not fond of them, preferring the sheets-and-covers combination used in France, Britain, America and so forth. Covers can be added or peeled off at will, which strikes me as being handy when adjustments need to be made to suit bedroom temperature. Am I making sense? Or is this one more instance of American insularity. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 18, 2007 | perma-link | (14) comments




Planning War
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- From time to time news media get the vapours when finding that the U.S. military has plans for fighting one unlikely foe or another. Usually such spikes of moral indignation are followed by (1) lack of interest by the sensible public at large, and (2) hurried publication of yet another "scandal" in the continuing media effort to render the country nearly defenseless. Truth is, serious military organizations have always done planning. In the distant past, this was probably informal, sizing up potential enemies, pondering ways of dealing with them, and possible consideration of equipment and logistics needed to do the job. With the rise of the General Staff system in the 19th century Prussian army, planning became formalized. By the early 20th century most major powers devoted staff officers to the task of planning wars against numerous potential opponents under a variety of circumstances. The virtue of planning for a number of contingencies is that a good deal of time and effort might be saved at the start of a suddenly-emergent conflict. The filed plan is pulled out and quickly modified to suit actual conditions -- much simpler than starting from scratch. The United States was in some ways tardy in creating permanent staffs. But that did not inhibit planning by the Army and the Navy. Between the world wars numerous plans were drafted and periodically revised. Major powers and countries considered to be moderate threats were given code-names based on colors. The U.S. was called Blue. Germany was Black, France was Gold, Russia was Purple, Japan was Orange, Mexico was Green, Britain was Red and its dominions were Scarlet, Ruby and so forth. A war with Mexico, for instance, would be written up using the colors as tokens for the countries involved and might include sentences such as : "Blue fleet will proceed from Guantanamo to the Veracruz area around Day 10 and aircraft from Lexington and Saratoga will destroy such Green naval craft as can be found." I would be fascinated if I could read 1920s war plans against unlikely enemies such as France or the British Empire. (A plan for Britain and Canada is sketched here.) The most famous of these plans is the Orange series which has been fairly well documented. One of the books I re-read every few years is Edward S. Miller's War Plan Orange. It was first published in 1991 by the Naval Institute Press, and I see that a paperback edition is coming out in a few days. Miller observes in the Introduction: War Plan Orange, the secret program of the United States to defeat Japan, was in my opinion history's most successful war plan. In plans developed before the war, Japan was code-named Orange, the United States, Blue, hence the name of the plan developed over nearly four decades by the best strategic minds of the military services. As it was implemented in World War II, it was remarkably successful, especially considering the difficulties of... posted by Donald at March 18, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments




Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We move to Seattle this week. The movers will be pack Tuesday and load Wednesday. We start driving north Thursday. That's one reason blogging by me might be spotty for a few days. The other reason is that my MacBook has been acting up -- shutting itself off while booting or perhaps a few minutes later. I'm doing the remove-the-battety drill, but that's not always successful. I need to get to an Apple Store on arrival to get better instructions on resetting the firmware after shutoffs occur. In any case, one of these shutoffs might cripple the computer until I can take it in; tough to do while on the road. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 18, 2007 | perma-link | (0) comments





Tuesday, March 13, 2007


CyndiF Is a Blogger
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I just noticed that the visitor 2Blowhards regulars know as CyndiF has started her own blog. It's a wide-ranging delight. Check out Cyndi's terrific reading journal, for example. Fun to see that Cyndi is a Food Network junkie too. Why haven't the gayguyz turned the absurd "Semi-Homemade" specialist Sandra Lee into a camp icon yet? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 13, 2007 | perma-link | (0) comments





Monday, March 12, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Andy Warhol died 20 years ago last month. Taki takes what strikes me as a sensible look back at the Warhol days. (Link thanks to Tory Anarchist.) I wrote about Andy Warhol here. * The Man Who Is Thursday comes up with a movie-list I was happy to spend quality time with: a list of films starring gorgeous actresses at the height of their beauty. * Here's a well-done profile of an extraordinary autistic savant. * Buddhism: philosophy or religion? Razib offers up some Razibian thoughts. * Randall Parker comments on a new study reporting that Americans are less satisfied with their jobs than they once were. *Steve Sailer has been taking a look at Barack Obama and his book. Excellent line: "Perhaps 'Dreams from My Father' should be read as an autobiographical novel rather than as an autobiography?" * Childhood, North Korea-style. * Which work fields would those with normal-range intelligences do well to explore? Diana and the GNXP crowd toss around a lot of ideas. My favorite suggestion: chandelier-restorer. * It ain't easy living up to a next-door neighbor like Endicott: Love those Cocoanuts! Is Kid Creole the present-day Cab Calloway? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 12, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Thursday, March 8, 2007


When Names / Spellings Change
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- So what do you do when names of places or spellings change? Do you go along with the change? Or do you dig in your heels and retain the old ways? Here are some examples of name changes: Ceylon is now Sri Lanka. Burma is now Myanmar. Bombay in now Mumbai. Saigon is now Ho Chi Minh City. As for spelling, romanized Chinese used to be the Wade-Giles system (still used by the Republic of China), but over the last quarter-century it has been supplanted by the People's Republic of China backed Pinyin system. Examples: The Great Helmsman, Mao Tse-Tung is now Mao Zedong. The cities Peking and Chungking are now Beijing and Chongqing. Culturally-insensitive me, I tend to stick to the old ways -- what I learned when young. However I sometimes adopt the new on the basis of sheer whimsy. And you? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 8, 2007 | perma-link | (17) comments





Tuesday, March 6, 2007


An Entertaining Walk-Around
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Walking around a car should be visually entertaining. That thought was supposedly expressed by Harley Earl, General Motors' legendary styling chief from the late 20s to the late 50s. I'm sorry to say that I can't remember where I read the remark. Besides, it might be one of those apocryphal sayings. It doesn't really matter because General Motors' cars during the golden years of Earl's reign really were entertaining to look at. I can vouch for it. Well, let's say that my five-year-old self would vouch for it. The first family car I can remember was our 1941 Pontiac, a green two-door sedan powered by a six-cylinder motor (top-of-the-line Pontiacs had "straight-eight" engines). It was our only car until we added a '51 Pontiac to the fleet. I remember spending a fair amount of time studying it. This was easy to do because most of the interesting features were pretty close to eye-level when I was young. Let's go for a walk and pretend you're five years old, if you can. 1941 Pontiac Gallery Front view This is an establishment shot to offer a sense of the car. The one shown here has accessories not found on ours -- the yellow fog-light over the bumper and the sun-shade above the windshield. Closer Front View This is from sales literature and shows detail better. In the late 30s and early 40s parallel "speed lines" suggestive of streamlining were fashionable. The "Silver Streaks" on the hood might be considered a form of that. Note that the streaks are repeated below each headlight. The Indian "mascot" sits atop the hood. At the top-center of the grille are other decorative touches. Side View This too is from factory literature -- it reminds me of a picture in the owner's manual. Here we see indented "speed lines" behind the wheel wells. Also note the sharp transition from the rounded top of the front fender to the vertical sides, an interesting sculptural feature that helps to visually lengthen the car thanks to its horizontal direction. It is repeated, less-dramatically, on the rear fender. Rear View The Silver Streaks on the trunk are the main entertainment element here. They can't be seen in this photos, but I believe that there are small horizontal "whisker" lines on each side of each taillight frame. And there is an Indian-head symbol on the bumper. Admittedly the 1941 Pontiac is not a top-notch example of car styling, though my emotional attachment sometimes makes it hard for me to confess this. It has a lot of "busy" stuff that is more tacked-on than organic. Probably the main reason for this is that Pontiac shared basic bodies with Chevrolet, and stylists worked mightily to distinguish the two brands. In those days, Pontiac's most characteristic feature was the Silver Streaks -- chrome strips atop the hood and trunk. For 1941, these were echoed by the horizontal indentations or channels on each fender to the rear of the wheel... posted by Donald at March 6, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments





Monday, March 5, 2007


Urban "Design" Cures All
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards --- James Lileks is one of the very best writers on the Web and from time to time he dishes out what his blog calls "Bleats" about architecture and the urban environment. Just in case you missed it, today's post is an in-depth fisking of interview remarks by Thomas Fisher, dean of the new School of Design at the University of Minnesota. Go to the link and scroll past the first four paragraphs (dealing with another subject) and begin reading at the boldface line starting "I read the editorial pages...". Here's a sample: [Fisher:] " - I asked if the problem was housing or train or transportation. They said it was all of those. They [homeless teenage mothers] can't get from affordable hosing to day care to a job and back again because we've designed a bus system for the benefit of the operators (??), housing at the behest of zooming code and jobs that require a car, which people can't afford. This is a classic design problem." [Lileks:] Well. As the adage has it, if all you have is a degree in Design, everything looks like a design problem. You, bus driver operator! Move that route closer to the teenaged unwed mother's house! You there, subsidized day-care - shimmy over a mile to the left and a few versts the south, so the teenaged unwed mother can take the bus to your place without having to transfer. You there, "supplier" of jobs, even though you merely leech off the labor of others and turn the profit into a smooth cream you rub on your spats-chafed ankles - move the jobs into the city near the teenage unwed mother's house and daycare. Enjoy. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 5, 2007 | perma-link | (10) comments




Charlton's Choices
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- For a while now, I've been collecting links from Charlton Griffin, a resourceful, witty, and generous websurfer. The time has come to share 'em with the wider world. * Canadian sand sculptures: clearly one of the major art forms of our day. * Here's a hilariouis recent case of forgery. I want one of those bills. * Make your own "For Dummies" book jacket here. * Oh dear ... * Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie make sense of language. * Santa? Let's try that one more time, OK? * Friends don't let friends swap heads. * Watch what a professional Photoshopper is capable of. * Andy McKee has his own way of making a guitar sing. * As long as we're on the subject of the art of interviewing ... * The long-awaited merger between technology and biology has arrived. * Some actors do a kind of karaoke / re-enactment to a famous bootleg audiotape of Orson Welles being difficult at a radio-commercial-recording session. And here's a plastered Orson making a hash of a Paul Masson ad shoot. Lordy: Imagine what it must have been like to direct Orson on one of his off days. * Bugs' bones. * There was always something a little spooky about Mary Poppins, wasn't there? * Let's see: Shall I drop acid? Or shall I watch a Bollywood song-and-dance routine instead? Some terrific news from Charlton is that XM radio will be broadcasting some of his audiobooks, starting about now. Yet more reason to subscribe to satellite radio. Here's a complete list of the audiobooks Charlton has produced and recorded. You can buy and download them from Audible and from the iTunes store. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 5, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Sunday, March 4, 2007


Another Point on the Curve
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Was there something in the arts air in the mid-20th century? Something that brought "progress" -- in the form of a historical narrative thrust -- to a seeming halt? Many observers of the painting scene contend that, once pure abstraction became the latest New Thing, there was no agreed-upon direction to go from there. The result was a confusion of mini-movements that is still with us. Architecture has been stumbling around as well, with no agreement about what to do in the post-International Style age that began to emerge in the mid-1960s. I over-state my case: the Architectural Establishment actually agrees on one thing -- that pre-Modern styles on new buildings are beyond the pale (unless the intent is irony or satire). I suggested that automobile styling has been doing a fair amount of wheel-spining in several posts including this one. 1950 is when I date the end of historical thrust. Michael and commenters have been discussing the notion that fiction (aside from the usual genre categories) has split into two classes: popular fiction and "literary fiction" -- something that has been slowly occurring for several decades, and in contrast to the situation before, perhaps, 1970. (Someone please help me out with a date on this.) And then there is jazz. Terry Teachout reviews Alyn Shipton's book A New History of Jazz in the latest (March, 2007) Commentary. The article can be found here. Teachout used to perform music to earn a living and he's Commentary's music critic. He knows a lot more about music and jazz than I do (I lost interest in jazz around 1960), so I'll take his word until someone comes up with a more persuasive take on these things. About two-thirds through the article he makes the following observations. To be sure, it may be that contemporary jazz simply does not lend itself to the narrative style employed so effectively in the earlier sections of A New History. Prior to 1970, jazz's fast-growing stylistic diversity had not yet compromised the underlying integrity of its common musical language. Even the truly radical innovations of avant-gardists of the 60's like the alto saxophonist Ornette Coleman were rooted in a body of performance practices known to all musicians and listeners.... After 1970, though, this commonality of practice began to grow increasingly tenuous, ultimately to the edge of nullity. In "Postmodern Jazz," the final chapter of A New History, Shipton admits that while his pre-1970 history appears to be "a straightforward narrative" marked by "a clear sense of development," contemporary jazz can no longer be described in such terms. Hmm. Loss of historical continuity. Sometime in the third quarter of the 20th century. Sounds tantalizingly familiar. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 4, 2007 | perma-link | (23) comments





Thursday, March 1, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * I just noticed that Jon Hastings is blogging again. Checkhimout. Jon (who mainly focuses on movies and computer games) may be one of the most erratic of bloggers but he's also one of the best, a match in fact for the tiptoppiest of pro cultureyakkers. * Another on-the-ball filmbuff you'll be glad to get to know: Dave McDougall. Dave blasts "Crash," discovers Elio Petri, and kicks off a weekly series that'll be of special interest to NYC-based cinephiles: a list of upcoming filmbuff-worthy events. * An ailment for our time: Blackberry-vision, or eyestrain caused by excessive peering at teeny-tiny screens. * I knew there was a good reason ... * Market research reveals that many Asian-American kids secretly love easy-listening, lite-FM radio. * Here's a brilliant blog idea from the LA Times: an ongoing report of all the homicides reported to the LA County Coroner. Is it un-PC of me to note that, as I scrolled through the blog's front page, I spotted only four white victims and no Asian victims? Every other murder victim was black or Hispanic. LA County Murders reports that 60% of 2006's LA County murder victims were Hispanic. * Why don't they show this funny video to Econ 101 classes? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 1, 2007 | perma-link | (2) comments





Tuesday, February 27, 2007


RSS, Whatever That Is ...
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- 2Blowhards enters the 21st century! Not that I understand this newfangled "RSS" thing, but visitors who do can now subscribe to our blog by clicking on our brand-new "Subscribe" button, located at the top of the blog's left-hand column. This feature, like every other technical feature here, comes thanks to the obliging, fast, and hyper-competent Daniel Kemp of Westgate Necromantic. If you have web-things that need doing, please consider getting in touch with Daniel. You can find his details here. Our most-excellent webhost is GlobalNet Communications, who I also recommend. GlobalNet delivers fast servers and minimal downtime; they're quick to solve problems, and are hard-to-beat where phone support is concerned. (Real live humans: Yes!) Together Daniel and GlobalNet have supplied 2Blowhards with more than three years of near-flawless service, for which many thanks. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 27, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Monday, February 26, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Are married housekeeper-women really happier than footloose college girls? * Amazon customer-reviewer "Clotilde de Valois" is one dizzy, madcap, inspired writer. Brackets, tildes, breathless switchbacks, arch asides, gasps, notes to self ... She's like an even higher-camp version of John Ashbery. * John Massengale gives Frank Lloyd Wright's Robie House a mixed review. * Joanne Jacobs reports that 30% of California students drop out before getting a high school degree. * Today's great line comes from Bookgasm's Alan Mott. He's discussing a book of film crit: As an academic film essayist, Dyer is that rare critic who chooses to focus on the film itself, rather than use the film only as a springboard to discuss the theories of dead French assholes. * There's one specific reason why Bishwanath Ghosh feels sorry for atheists ... * Eight of the ten fattest countries in the world are in the South Pacific. * Rick Darby thinks it's important to wake up to the fact that the U.S. is not a capitalist country. * Glenn Abel brings the happy news that the Criterion Collection will be bringing out a DVD of Kenzi Mizoguchi's "Sansho the Bailiff" in May. "Sansho" -- one of my fave-est of fave films -- has been one of the latest-in-coming-to-DVD of all film masterpieces. * George Wallace is crazy about Elvis Perkins and "The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny." George earns himself this week's "Mr. Eclectic" award. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 26, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Friday, February 23, 2007


Brand Style Continuity - Packard
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A month ago I wrote about a Jaguar show-car that I felt failed to maintain the marque's styling identity. I cited Packard as one instance of style / symbolic brand continuity, stating: The Packard approach was to make use of a collection of details that were always used following their introduction, though there would be some variation over time. These details included the "ox-yoke" grille-surround sculpting, red hexagons on the hubcaps, a pen-nib tipped side-spear and a cormorant hood ornament. Even though the shapes of Packard bodies evolved from boxes to "streamlined," Packards were always identifiable. I didn't want to dilute the article by adding pictures of Packards. But that meant readers unfamiliar with an automobile make defunct for nearly 50 years might have no clue what I was discussing. So let me make good on that. Below are pictures illustrating the items mentioned in the quoted passage above. 1929 Rumble Seat Coupe This car features the radiator / grille motif and the red hexagons on the wheels sported by Packards since early in the century. The pen nib spear and cormorant have yet to appear. 1932 Light Eight This new model had disappointing sales. A nice styling touch unique to it is the "spade" shape of the lower grille. The pen-nib spear is now present on the upper side of the hood. 1937 Convertible Victoria by Dietrich Classic styling is no longer in fashion so Packard had to make use of pseudo-streamlined shapes to remain competitive, albeit in a conservative way. Note that the cues are present even though the body and fenders are more rounded. The cormorant hood ornament (or "mascot") has now appeared. 1947 Touring Sedan This radical (for Packard) body style was introduced for the short-lived 1942 model year. But the styling cues remain -- aside from the cormorant which was generally reserved for the fanciest models. 1951 Packard This was Packard's final new body introduced before the firm was reduced to selling redecorated Studbakers in the late 50s. Competitors' '51 models had heavy, flashy grilles, so Packard had to follow suit. Even so, the traditional form remains. 1955 Patrician A major facelift of the 1951 body. The spear and cormorant are missing (though the object on the hood might be a stylized bird). After the 1956 model year "real Packards" were no longer built. Packard motifs on 2007-vintage bodies These are ballpoint pen doodles by me. Since hood ornaments are scarce these days, I omitted the cormorant, but the other cues are present. The image at the bottom is a wispy '32 Light Eight. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 23, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Thursday, February 22, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * A Chestertonian in Hollywood. * A sad image: the last Neanderthals huddling together in Spain as the cold brutalizes them into extinction ... * Agnostic argues convincingly that Gypsy songbirds have a lot to recommend them. * 5000 years of religion in 90 seconds. * Peter Boettke thinks that you don't have to watch top-level pro sports in order to have a great sports-spectating experience. * It looks like food from cloned animals won't be getting clearly labeled. Thanks, FDA. * Jim Kalb brings a traditonalist-conservative eye to "Fargo." * Audition for reality TV ... and die. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 22, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Tuesday, February 20, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Speaking of books of history, Jeff Sypeck's new look at Charlemagne is sounding mighty yummy to me. It's nice that the book is only 300 pages long, focuses on only four years in Charlemagne's life, and wears its for-the-popular-audience approach upfront and proud. Here's an interview with Sypeck, who shows a gift for conveying a lot of information and shadings in likable and swift ways. I raved about another short volume of medieval history, Robert Lacey and Danny Danziger's "The Year 1000," here. * So maybe it isn't completely unheard-of to like both hip art and modesty in government ... * The advice in this cute how-to video seems solid to me! (Link thanks to Rachel.) * Derek Lowe rhapsodizes about a chem lab's smells. * Yahmdallah recalls some of his favorite live popular-music shows, and recommends a freebie image-editor for Windows. * Drew links to my recent "Why do we think art is faggy?" posting and adds a lot of sensible and insightful thinking of his own. A great sentence: "We've stripped young males of so many opportunities to be masculine that a return to caveman-like behavior is one of the few avenues left." * Dean Baker thinks that copyright is about the worst way possible to reward and protect creative work. * Cowtown Pattie and Kman offer a little visitor some Texas hospitality. * It can be hard to get yourself to take a walk when there's no real place to walk to, can't it? (Link thanks to Tim Worstall, whose recent Britblog roundup shouldn't be missed.) * NZConservative discovers the fun of Paul Johnson's "Intellectuals." * I hope "Grindhouse" is half as tacky-snazzy as its trailer. (Link thanks to Anne Thompson.) * The ladies compare notes about their first tries at a crucial skill. (No naughty pix or sounds, but probably best treated as NSFW anyway.) * Fred shares a perfectly glorious (and short!) choral piece of his. Some beautiful Hallelujah harmonies slip-slide into and out of muddy and strange modernist / Renaissance regions: worship and gratitude for today that's also anchored solidly in the past. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 20, 2007 | perma-link | (1) comments





Sunday, February 18, 2007


Where Were You in 1964?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Nearly a week ago I had elective surgery to tidy up part of my hydraulic system. So posting last week was in the form of articles that I'd cached to maintain the never-ending stream of content Blowhards readers expect and deserve. I'm in recovery-mode, and the present post is something easy to write, allowing me to transition back into the blogging zone. Faithful readers might have noticed that a trait common to all Blowhards writers is a lack of enthusiasm for many aspects of the "Sixties" -- roughly the period from the Gulf of Tonkin Incident to the fall of Saigon (1964-75). I'm about 15 years older than Michael and Friedrich. They experienced the Sixties before leaving college, whereas I was an adult during that period. I touched on my first brush with the Sixties while I was a Guest Blogger here where I mentioned: I entered grad school about the same time as the Free Speech Movement took shape down in Berkeley. That was in the fall of 1964; by winter of 1965 it had spread up the coast to Washington. I recall that one of the early issues championed by the Students for a Democratic Society was the poor quality of hamburgers at the student union cafeteria. They went on to other causes later. Another aside: 1964-65 also produced the concept of college students as being "exploited by the system" -- "student as ni**er" was one sweet phrase of the day. Students were powerless wretches under the sway of evil powers. This might have been what started me on my return journey to conservatism. I had just spent nearly a year in Korea where there was a nightly curfew imposed by the government and enforced by police patrols. And I had endured almost three years in the army where I was essentially on-call at any time. To me, being a college student in America was just about the most free thing imaginable. To tell students they were virtual slaves was ridiculous. But sometimes I wonder what I would have thought or how I would have acted if I had been born six or eight years later and had been a lower-division undergraduate in 1965. It's quite possible that I would have joined the SDS either to spite the "establishment" or maybe just for the hell of it. Chilling thought. Speaking of Korea, I was rummaging in the basement and located a photo taken of me there. Donald in Taegu, Korea, 1964 The photo was snapped while we were on alert. Normally I didn't wear combat gear because my unit (7th Logistical Command) was a support organization based far down the peninsula from the DMZ. Had the Korean War boiled up again, it's likely that the 7th Log headquarters would have been pulled back to Japan. It's hard to see, but the rifle slung over my shoulder is an M14, the replacement for the World War 2 M1 Garand. I was trained on... posted by Donald at February 18, 2007 | perma-link | (13) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Dave Lull points out that, after a six-year break, Camille Paglia is once again writing for Salon magazine. Camille is my favorite intellectual flamethrower. * Emily Yoffe contrasts the way the older folks are wary of putting their lives online while the sub-25s take it for granted. Yoffe argues (convincingly, to my mind) that we're witnessing the largest generation gap since the 1950s. (Peter catches my goof: The author of this piece is Emily Nussbaum, not Emily Yoffe.) * Thanks to Arts and Letters Daily for pointing out Po Branson's piece about how the praise many American parents lavish their kids with is backfiring. Reminds me of the spoiled-brat pathology I've been noticing most recently: "entitlement syndrome." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 18, 2007 | perma-link | (9) comments





Wednesday, February 14, 2007


Enviro-Condos 4 Sale
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Now for something a little different -- a photo-essay about a building I spied while running an errand in downtown Seattle recently. Approaching the crest of 5th Avenue. That's the (in)famous Rem Koolhaas Seattle Public Library occupying most of the right-center of the picture. The tall, pinkish building is the Bank of California building (well, that's the name I know it by) that occupies the site of the building where my father used to work. Behind it is the Bank of America building, originally the Columbia Center -- one of the tallest buildings on the West Coast. Immediately behind the library is a new tower under construction. I'm nearing the intersection of 5th Avenue and Madison Street. Once upon a time cable cars ran along Madison. Hmm. There's a large sign at the base of the new building ... wonder what it says. Condominiums. With a conscience! And there's info on a Web site which (lucky you) can be accessed here. For what it's worth, the site proclaims that the structure complies with a bunch of standards that ensure absolutely wonderful results. This picture was shot from near the corner of 4th Avenue and Madison, looking up at the new eco-marvel. I see a lot of glass and concrete and not much nature. That tree, by the way, is across the street from the condos, next to the library. Actually, it's the library that provides the sensitive ecosystem to the neighborhood (though some foliage is planned for the tiny plaza between the condo building and the Bank of California). This picture shows the 4th Avenue side of the library about a hundred feet or so away from where the previous picture was taken. The grass to the left is a curious-looking long-leaf (6-8 inches, roughly) variety. Well, I'm calling it "grass" though I'm not sure what it really is. So we have an apparent ecological guilt-trip being laid on prospective buyers. Fine with me, since this isn't the heavy hand of government. Lord knows, Seattle is crawling with affluent folks where this sort of sales appeal hits all the targeted buttons. But as you can see from the tone of my comments, the marketing strategy brings out the cynic in me ... especially the use of the word "conscience." Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 14, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Monday, February 12, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Geeks: memorize this list of fashion faux-pas and you may dramatically increase your chances of finding a girlfriend. * The Manualist outdoes himself. * David Chute's well-done profile of the Hong Kong identical-twin movie directors the Pang Brothers supplies a lot of info about the current state of Asian moviemaking too. Short version: Hong Kong down, South Korea and Thailand up. * Need to mess with digital photos but don't want to spring for Photoshop? There are now a number of free online photo editors you can use instead. SmileyCat compares and contrasts the offerings. * I don't know about this ruling ... *Jeremy Gilbert celebrates Edmund Arnold, the father of modern newspaper design, who died a few days ago. * Jenny Sinclair thinks that writing workshops should be banned. Nice quote: "Writing is not a good in itself that everyone should be encouraged to attempt, such as cycling to work or eating more broccoli. It's a specialised art that if practised, only adds to billions of existing published words." * Robert Stein looks at the announcements about layoffs at Time magazine and recalls an amusing exchange he once had with Henry Luce. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 12, 2007 | perma-link | (19) comments





Sunday, February 11, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The Man Who Is Thursday finds the distinction between the creative and the interpretive artist helpful. I seldom do myself, but I enjoyed the case he makes. * James Kunstler's "Eyesore of the Month" is a grim pleasure. What I'm worrying about today, though, is whether Kunstler's Sad New World will arrive before or after my own demise. * Andrew Cusack tells the tale of Manhattan's 71st Regiment armory, a glorious pile now replaced by a blankfaced Modernist atrocity. * Emily Yoffe tells what it's like to go on the live-forever calorie-restriction diet. * The American Society of Magazine Editors picks the 40 best magazine covers of the last 40 years. There are certainly some classics among them. * So maybe some snowflakes are alike after all?? * Is that how Denise has managed to keep her figure? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 11, 2007 | perma-link | (1) comments





Friday, February 9, 2007


Gays and Sports
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Not to be missed: a still-fizzing conversation at Marginal Revolution about gays and sports. It was sparked off by the case of John Amaechi, a former NBA player who recently came out of the closet. Lots of interesting observations and theorizing from lots of different points of view. Half the blogshow, as far as I'm concerned, is the fun of watching people negotiate the minefields a conversation like this one is inevitably strewn with. They're trying, if in often-fumbling ways, to talk about a touchy but fascinating subject in a freewheeling yet respectful way. I found the whole yakfest rather heartening. Five years ago, would anyone have even dared to try to have such a discussion -- and in public? Perhaps our sense of what's permitted in "the public conversation" is finally growing a little more open. Let's hope. Steve Sailer elaborates on some of his own contributions here. John Amaechi sounds like an interesting guy. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 9, 2007 | perma-link | (9) comments





Tuesday, February 6, 2007


Geezer Hitchhikers
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Saturday I did another one-day long-distance drive from Hollister, California to Seattle. (This time it took 14 1/3 hours total to drive 886 miles, and I averaged just under 62 mph, stops included.) I doubt I'll be making that run more than another time or two because the Hollister house found a buyer and we'll be living in Seattle for the next few years starting mid-March. I seem to do the Puget Sound - Bay Area drive in spasms dictated by circumstances. Around 1970 I had a girlfriend who lived in Cupertino. During the 1980s I made a lot of sales calls in California. Nowadays it's related to having two houses. Episodic though though my Interstate 5 road-warrioring has been, one thing about the journeys has remained fairly constant -- the hitchhikers. No, no. Not the fact that I see people hitchhiking whenever I do the run. It's that I suspect I've been seeing some of the same people all these years. I can't prove it, of course: it's just an impression. Nevertheless. Back in 1970, the hitchhikers mostly seemed to be pretty young -- in their 20s, let's say. My impression at the time was that they were happy-go-lucky dropouts. Dropped out of college. Dropped out of the labor force. And maybe dropped a bit of acid, too. In the 80s it seemed to me that the hitchhikers tended to be older, perhaps around 40. And male: not too many 40-ish females gathered along the on-ramps. Besides being older, the hitchhikers were shabbier than the 1970 version. The earlier crew's shabbiness struck me as being something of an affectation. The 1985-ish bunch's shabbiness was ingrained. And they seemed trapped in the hitchhiker role, whereas in 1970 hitchhiking had a voluntary sheen to it. Nowadays many hitchhikers look just about old enough to be on Social Security, though I wonder how many were employed long enough to qualify. And they are a sorry-looking lot, farther down the slope from where they were 20 years before. Time to clarify. I'm not saying that all the young hitchhikers I saw in 1970 never straightened out their lives. Most of them probably bummed around for a year or two and then got a job or returned to college. But a few strayed too far over the line and became the geezer-hitchhikers I've been seeing lately. A few remarks about the Pacific Coast might be helpful to readers from elsewhere. The climate tends to be mild west of the Cascade Mountains in Washington and Oregon. This means that one can wave one's thumb or hold one's cardboard sign most of the year in the northern reaches of I-5. There are colleges along the route. In the far north is Western Washington University in Bellingham and at the other end of the freeway are UCSD, SDSU and USD in the San Diego area. Between are such "college towns" as Seattle, Olympia, Portland, Eugene, Ashland, Berkeley, Santa Cruz and Santa... posted by Donald at February 6, 2007 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, February 5, 2007


To Affinity --- And Beyond!!
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I suppose I should explain the title to readers who might be baffled; the all-knowing rest of you (congrats!) can move on to the next paragraph. Okay. In the Toy Story 2 movie there's a spaceman-toy character called Buzz Lightyear who from time to time would call out "To infinity ... and beyond!!" So I was, er, sorta trying to make a play on that. Y'know, trying to be funny. But maybe it was kinda lame after all. Try not to hold it against me. I blame my joke writers. Fire them next week, I will. It's confession time once again. This time I need to publicly admit that I'm no longer hatless. The shameful thing is that, for the last year or so, I've been buying baseball caps. The ones with the adjustment strap on the back. With a logo do-dad on the front. First it was an orange Pebble Beach Golf Links cap. Then I bought two! Cabo Wabo cantina caps when I was in Mexico last August. After that I went up-scale and got a Porsche Design cap in Berlin. It's distinctive because it's black and has no logo above the bill -- just the words "Porsche Design" in tiny black letters on silver bill edging. And recently [sob!] when I was in Reno at the automobile museum I bought a Route 66 cap. But I do have standards. The caps I buy relate to me. I would never dream, for instance, of going to the Harvard Coop and buying a Harvard-logo cap for my personal use. That would be deceitful, because I never attended Harvard. But given that I got a fancy advanced degree from Dear Old Penn, I can imagine myself getting one of their caps: I already own a couple logo sweatshirts and a license plate frame. (For what it's worth, I relate to Pebble Beach because Nancy and I got engaged there. We had lunch at Cabo Wabo, so that justifies those caps. Porsche? -- I used to own one. And I drove parts of Route 66 in pre-Interstate days.) What to make of buying logo gear? Doubtless some sociologists would call it a mechanism whereby marginalized, low self-esteem people try to attain prestige in the eyes of passers-by. Other sociologists might term it a form of validation of group solidarity. Me? I dropped my American Sociological Association membership more than a quarter-century ago, so I have no grand theories to advance and take logo sightings on a case-by-case basis. Gallery Pebble Beach Golf Links cap This was the start of my sorry descent into affinity cap-wearing. Only mine was orange! University of Washington "Huskies" cap I have two degrees from the UW, but I'm not sure if I'll buy a Husky cap. In the first place, I never cared for the purple-and-gold school colors. Furthermore, it would be oh so much more snobbishly fun to wear a Dear Old Penn cap. United Nations key ring I... posted by Donald at February 5, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Thursday, February 1, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Click here and help celebrate some upbeat news from the Fredosphere. * MD muses her way serenely from politics to movies to handbags ... It works somehow. * Many Americans are now drinking soda pop for breakfast. * Keven Cure thinks that change can be overrated. * Air America wasn't able to sell one single ad in Santa Cruz. * California may ban incandescent lightbulbs. (Link thanks to Reid Farmer.) * Reid himself has been interested in the fabulous Western painter Maynard Dixon. * White-guy Doug Anderson writes about what it's like to have a black significant other and a black soon-to-be-adopted son. * Here's a man who really knows why he watches TV and movies. * Has popular culture neglected you for a few minutes? Courtney and Lindsay show how to steer the spotlight back to She Who Really Counts. (NSFW) * Yet another reason to feel old: Roman Polanski slipped out of the U.S. to avoid incarceration 30 years ago today. I'm OK with "a while ago." But 30 years? * Rod Dreher and commenters compare notes about eating greens. Is eating turnip greens, kale and such a black thing? A poor thing? A southern thing? * Tyler Cowen and visitors muse about a new study indicating that women are just as gifted for chess as men are. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 1, 2007 | perma-link | (9) comments





Tuesday, January 30, 2007


Tabloid-Style Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Some webpages that amused me but that are to be visited at your own risk ... * Keely tells how her sex-tape scandal made her feel. * "Boxsinger" is saving her box just for you. * Gotta love crazy x-ray photos. * The famous groupies of the '60s and '70s all now seem to have MySpace pages. * Here's a woman who deserves to retire the Academy Award for Dumbest Car Accident. * Best Wikipedia entry yet. * This must be one of the stranger (and more gruesome) talents a human ever developed. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 30, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Monday, January 29, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * This must have been some excellent TV! Can anyone find the actual video footage online? * John Tierney and commenters muse about a perennial puzzler: Given the affection that most men have for feminine curves, why do so many women try so hard to be thin-thin-thin? * Lynn Barber doesn't think the latest incarnation of Penthouse stands a chance. * Agnostic (bouncing off a posting by Steve) wonders if blondes really are sexier. * Shouting Thomas attends the motorcycle show. Pix of some of the wild and crazy mechanical beasts are here. * Claire goes abstract. * Rick Darby is amused by the alarm with which the MSM view the new media. * Jake Horsley raves about "The Libertine." * Do all our shiney, convenient new gadgets just make it easier for us to be untruthful? * Kirsten has learned to be wary of purple fringing and detachable lens covers. * Since we seem to have entered a world of user ratings for everything, why not user ratings for gurus? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 29, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, January 24, 2007


Non-Retro Jaguar Concept
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Late last year I wrote about Retro car styling. I mentioned that it didn't bother me and, besides, it could be difficult for stylists to avoid past themes and details because automobile evolution lost its steam nearly 60 years ago. But I wasn't being categorical. It's still possible to come up with designs that don't evoke those of decades past, though most "new" designs tend to be similar to those of contemporary cars. That's why it's pretty easy to guess when a car was built (and the same goes for houses, by the way). Ford's Jaguar subsidiary (for the moment, at least -- Ford might decide to sell it) apparently is trying to break out from a Retro mold, which makes for an interesting test-case. This was evidenced by the Concept XF (C-XF) sedan unveiled a few weeks ago. It's a four-door sedan ("saloon" in Brit) that is supposedly a slightly exaggerated version of the car coming out later this year as replacement for Jaguar's mainstay S-Type. Jaguar's problem is that its cars have always been noted more for their style than their engineering and (especially!) reliability and build-quality. This was the strategy of founder Bill (later, Sir William) Lyons. Jaguars and their SS predecessors were known for having the flair of cars costing far more. Readers might be familiar with the especially iconic XK-120 of the early 50s and the XK-E of the early 60s -- both were sports cars. Aside from the latest XK sports cars, current Jaguars are heavy borrowers of styling cues from Jags of years past. For example, the large XJ sedan's body was totally re-engineered recently, yet it looks very similar to the model it replaced which debuted many years before. A waste of development money, in my opinion -- if Jaguar was going to spend wads of money, more of it should have been visible to potential buyers. Having been criticized for going to the Retro well too often, management apparently decided that the next sedan would have to look thoroughly modern, yet somehow retain the Jaguar essence. Whatever that might be. A tough assignment for styling chief Ian Callum. Let's look at some pictures. Gallery Jaguar 2.4 (Mark I) This photo was snatched off the Web, so it might be a 3.4 (Mark II) which looked almost identical to the 2.4: that doesn't concern us here. The 2.4 appeared in 1955 and was applauded by Road & Track magazine as being a marketing milestone -- a semi-luxury car in a compact package. Jaguar S-Type The original S-Type of 1964 was a slightly enlarged (and less attractive) version of the 2.4, above. The S-Type shown here appeared in 2000 and shared its body with the Lincoln LS model, though that fact isn't obvious thanks to clever design work. The current S-Type is frankly Retro, evoking the 2.4. It has been criticized for being Retro by some and criticized for styling details by others who didn't mind the... posted by Donald at January 24, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments





Tuesday, January 23, 2007


Scary Airports
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Ever fly into the Juneau, Alaska airport? Not me. Not yet, anyway. But friends of mine who've lived in Juneau tell me it can produce more than its share of sweaty-palm moments. I'm told that the reason it's scary has to do with the fact that it's partly boxed in by nearby mountains. Here is a link showing a small topographical map of the area -- the airport is hard to spot, but look in the lower center area. There is more than just the mountains. The weather is another important factor. The Alaska panhandle is a cloudy, rainy place much of the year. So, when on landing approach, you know those mountains are out there in the gray murk you're flying through. Probably nearby. Maybe closer than they should be. Hope and pray radar and instruments are working properly. A potentially scary airport I've yet to experience is San Diego's. The normal landing path is east-to-west near the hill where Balboa Park is situated and then over downtown. Back in the 80s an airliner on approach collided with a light plane and crashed. The airports I've flown into that make me nervous tend to be those in cramped locations. National Airport near Washington and New York's LaGuardia are two examples. National is tucked next to the Potomac River and its main runway is about 6,900 feet long (and seemed shorter the last time I used it, 15+ years ago). La Guardia's runways are about 150 feet longer, but the airport is boxed in by Long Island Sound. Unless you're landing to the north (and waving at friends in the Shea Stadium parking lot), landing approaches are over water. Another cramped airport is Chicago's Midway, where the longest runway is 6,500 feet. But I've never used it. I have flown in and out of the Albany, NY airport (7,000-foot runway), but mostly got to watch Mohawk and Allegheny airliners passing a thousand feet or so from my apartment window in Colonie. Other airports sited by water that can make passengers worry include Boston's Logan, Oakland and San Francisco. The landing path to San Francisco's airport is normally from the southeast, over the bay. Back in the 60s a Japan Air Lines DC-8 touched down a few hundred feet short; luckily the bay was shallow where it hit, and most of the fuselage stayed above the water. When I was younger and a more-nervous flyer, even long, flat approaches to airports far from water bothered me. I'm thinking of Chicago's O'Hare and coming in south-north where we seemed to be grazing roofs of factories and warehouses forever. I've flown into Seattle's airport more than 100 times and nearly always find myself wondering if the wheels will get clipped on a too-low approach. That's because the airport is situated on a hill with sunken roads and lower terrain just beyond each of the runways. Airports I find most stress-free are those in spacious settings with long... posted by Donald at January 23, 2007 | perma-link | (16) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Gerhard Riebicke photographed nudes back in the days when "nude" really meant something. * Some great lesbian-nurse pulp paperback covers can be enjoyed here. Some great Italian erotic-comic-book covers can be relished here. * Rachel thnks that too much has been made of classics coming off library shelves. * Prairie Mary once knew both Richard Stern and Richard Benjamin. * Neil Gaimen reviews Alan Moore's porno epic "The Lost Girls." (Link thanks to that saucey Cowtown Pattie.) * Half Sigma thinks that it's worth paying more money for better-quality tea. * Eroticism, avant-garde art, the '70s, trash movies -- if this is a cocktail that appeals, then Jahsonic may be your man. * Alice suspects that she won't be bothering with any more Martin Amis. * Thanks to Yahmdallah, who passed along a link to this hilarious list of reasons not to be a writer. * Yahmdallah dares to put into words what I suspect many millions have been keeping to themselves: "I have never felt 'white guilt'." Given that Yahmdallah is a good liberal, I wonder if his admission represents a major zeitgeist change. I certainly hope so. * Small-Is-Beautiful alpha dog Wendell Berry has a few things to say about local economies. * Small-Is-Beautiful revivalist Joseph Pearce is questioning the dogma of global free trade. The debate in the comments on his posting is a lot of fun. UDPATE: The yakfest continues here. * I enjoyed this charmer of an interview with the souful/sweet actress Valeria Golino. She's very perceptive (without being remotely "smart" in an intellectual sense) about directors, actors, and film. * Good luck / bad luck. * Why do our leaders so often seem so wet behind the ears? Another juicy and pithy Fred Reed column. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 23, 2007 | perma-link | (16) comments





Sunday, January 21, 2007


Sparing the Rod
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It seems that a California (where else) legislator has proposed a law to ban spanking. Sweden and perhaps some other countries already have such laws. The AFP article in the Yahoo link above quotes Sally Lieber (D, San Francisco) as stating "I think it's pretty hard to argue you need to beat a child three years or younger." Au Contraire, Ms Lieber. As the brother of a former girlfriend of mine once sensibly put it, very young children either do not understand words and concepts at all or understand them poorly. In other words, you can't reason with them. So there are times when a slap on the wrist or butt is the only way to inform the child that he did something wrong (such as pulling a plug out of a socket). This guy was an Army veterinary officer and the father of three or four kids. The word "beat" in the quote is obviously a loaded term. There's a huge difference between a light slap and turning someone into a proverbial (or even actual) bloody pulp. My guess is that nearly all spankings are much closer to the former than the latter. To my mind such a law would be yet another in a long line of legislation that, while attempting to prevent comparatively rare injustices, makes daily life more inconvenient for nearly everyone. Furthermore, such laws might cause worse problems than the ones they are attempting to fix -- the child playing with a cord and socket who gets a really nasty shock, or worse. And the Swedes? They used to go a-viking, pillaging and sometimes conquering around the Baltic Sea. Brutal, out-of-control barbarians they sometimes were. Now they are a placid people (who admittedly take care to maintain a good air force). But might their no-spanking law eventually lead to new generations of wild, undisciplined barbarians? Jes' askin', mind you. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 21, 2007 | perma-link | (29) comments





Tuesday, January 16, 2007


Best-Ofs
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Speaking of artsyak that's broad-minded, resourceful, and helpful ... January magazine has brought out its Best of 2006 lists. January magazine is one of the best outlets for bookchat that isn't stuck in the NYTBR rut. * Robert Nagle's Best-Of-2006 list is certainly the most original one I've run across. I especially liked the detail about the girlfriend who ditched Robert and made off with his boxed set of Kieslowski's "Decalogue." That musta hurt! Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 16, 2007 | perma-link | (1) comments




Visuals Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * ChicagoBoyz blogger Jonathan Gewirtz is also a very gifted and accomplished photographer. You can explore his images here. Part of what I like about Jonathan's photos is his responsiveness to what he encounters. Why be dictatorial about style? Jonathan's as open to jokes and whimsical observations as he is to light, color, and form. * The evolution of the speech balloon. (Link thanks to Michael Bierut.) * Thanks to Tatyana, who discovered this maker of groovy and free e-cards. Check out this weird Flash effect. * Why not submit your work to the iPod Film Festival? * Here's a wonderful collection of images: Japanese illustrated children's novels from the 1920s. (Link thanks to Tom Hart.) * Jean-Claude seems to have let himself get a little worked-up during this performance ... * Some of the stranger photos of 2006. * Merkley's a funny guy in a San Francisco-wildman kind of way, and he's a gifted photogrpher in a Lucas Samaras kind of way too. * Has Martina Hingis begun a sideline career? (NSFW) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 16, 2007 | perma-link | (1) comments





Monday, January 15, 2007


Dining Out Alone
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Do you like dining alone in a restaurant? James Lileks touches on this in his 12 January Bleat. (When I wrote this, I couldn't directly link to it, so you might have to check his Archives to read the whole post -- which mostly deals with other subjects.) He writes: He [an older man] was replaced [at a Wendy's] by a younger version, a fellow in his 40s with the same glasses and the same shade of jeans and the same white shoes, except that this fellow had a New Republic magazine. I sympathized. O the meals I've eaten alone with magazines for company. Did I ever mind? Once, twice, perhaps a few times over the years, particularly in the great Lonely Times of the 20s, but in general, no: a fresh cup of coffee, a table to myself, a hamburger on the way, a fresh-struck smoke in the clean square ashtray, a stack of newspapers and magazines: the best of friends. I've never pitied anyone who eats alone in restaurants – only those who don't come prepared. That's me, too. Breakfast is my favorite dining-out meal. Before I got married I usually bought a Wall Street Journal and read the most interesting bits as I went through the wait-order-wait-arrival-eat-wait-billing-leave cycle. Total time: about 40-45 minutes. Weekends I'd bring along a copy of Commentary or Automobile or Car & Driver to keep me company, the Saturday WSJ not being worth the buck-fifty they want for it. Evening meals are another matter. Unless I have company I almost never eat out then. But if I do, I'll usually gravitate to the simplest, cheapest fast-food restaurant. And bring reading material. I well remember one instance where I pretty much had to eat alone at a fancy restaurant. I was starting my consulting stint with General Motors and they put me up at the St. Regis Hotel, across the street from their then West Grand Boulevard headquarters. It was dark and the neighborhood struck me as iffy, so I passed on the McDonalds a few blocks away and ate at the hotel's restaurant. It was fancy and the process lasted more than an hour. The food was good, but I was alone and had no one to talk with to speed the time. And of course I didn't dare whip out reading material. Not fun. At all. As I write this I can't shake the notion that I might have dealt with this topic before. Yet our fab search engine has turned up zilch. So feel free to toss your two cents in Comments even if you've commented on something like this before. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 15, 2007 | perma-link | (11) comments





Sunday, January 14, 2007


Bagatelle
Donald Pittenger writes: Only one item today, so it's Bagatelle, singular. I was examining a cylindrical tin of "Luxury Wafers" someone brought to the Lake Tahoe condo where we're spending the week. The product line is Royal Dansk ("Quality Since 1966") -- from Kelsen, a Danish company that has a U.S. branch. Here's part of their product line, as snitched from their Web page: I haven't sampled those wafers "with delicious chocolate crème filling" because I'm watching my weight. But I did idly examine the tin. And discovered that this Danish delicacy was made in ... Indonesia!! Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 14, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments




Time Sharing
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm blogging at around 7,500 feet above sea level. Out the large window to my left I see part of the mountain where I'm perched. It's covered by a pine forest and three feet of snow. Below the mountain, about a thousand feet down, stretches a plain with snow-covered agricultural fields and a couple of growing towns. Beyond are more mountains, but I can't see them just now due to low clouds. If I walked out the door and over to a window opposite the elevator bank, I'd probably catch a glimpse of Lake Tahoe. I am at a time-share condo complex called The Ridge near the Heavenly ski area, a few miles south of the lake. We're here because my wife likes to ski and also is an admitted borderline time-share junkie. Some folks are true junkies: I've met a few. Me? I'm a time-share skeptic. I suppose that's because resorts in general and time-share condos in particular are a poor fit for my tastes and circumstances. But they are very popular because they do fit other people's tastes and circumstances -- or seem to at the time they get reeled in during a sales hotbox. In the course of things, I've had the "opportunity" to sit in on a few time-share sales sessions. Often the first thing thrown at you is a video. I hate such videos. They waste my time and make me feel so controlled. The videos typically play up a glamourous resort lifestyle. The actors are good looking, the skies are sunny. Pools are lounged by. Exercise machines are operated by smiling, hard-bodied, perspiration-free mid-thirtysomethings. The voiceover croons that you could be here, doing this, doing that. Then the lights come up. Perhaps you might be shown architectural models of the forthcoming project. Or for an existing place, you would get to walk through some model units. Then comes the sales session where you experience one-on-one or one-on-a-few interactions with a sales rep. Let me be clear. Time-share resort-style condos are just fine for some folks. What kind of folks? People who like resorts People who really enjoy being in a specific area People under 50 who buy The first item requires no additional explanation. If resorts are your vacation switch-flipper, you're in. And there are folks who vacation in the same area every year. Fifty years ago this might have been the Catskills or Poconos. Now the list is longer -- maybe Las Vegas, Los Cabos or Hawaii. Perhaps the building where they stay varies, but By God the area is where they're goin'. My wife has a Vegas time-share as well as the one here at Tahoe, so that's where we go for one week each every year. True, condos can be "traded," but that takes at least a little effort and she's happy with her two Nevada sites. In any case, we go to lots of other places as well. The under-50 factor has to do... posted by Donald at January 14, 2007 | perma-link | (3) comments





Friday, January 12, 2007


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * People develop some bizarre and amazing skills, don't they? Could this guy be the all-time master? Probably helps prevent arthritis too. Link thanks to Miss Cellania, who has a terrific knack for turning up amusing webthings. * Anne Thompson didn't find David Denby's recent movies thinkpiece too impressive. * Nate Davis (and the Missus) visit Boston's new Institute of Contemporary Art. * I've often wondered what it must be like to be a young guy in these pussywhipped, er, grrl-power days. So I found 21-year-old HughRistik's story of what it has been like for him to grow up very interesting. * Searchie takes a big step. * Jaquandor and Tosy & Cosh volunteer answers to a book-quiz that the NYT Book Review section would never run. * Fashions for those who want to dress like chic lesbians. * Cowtown Pattie recalls the roadside cafe where she spent some of her childhood. Would someone please set C. Pattie's postings to music? * The Communicatrix -- a Web 2.0 kinda girl -- has fallen hard for Clipmarks. * The best images taken by the Hubble Space Telescope. * David Chute writes a beauty of a review of the new film "Children of Men." The film-reviewing world could use a lot more of David's quietly sardonic yet appreciative tone. David has also started a series of postings he's calling "Critical PC" here. James Poniewozik and David Denby get the shaft in David's first installment. * Are female bosses harder on women employees than male bosses are? (Link thanks to ALD.) * So maybe one of the better things people can do to increase their quality of life is to learn how to cook for themselves ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 12, 2007 | perma-link | (8) comments




Socialized Pro Football
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It seems that the San Francisco 49ers are hoping to bail out of San Francisco and play in San Jose (if they can get a stadium built). But Senator Dianne Feinstein (a former mayor of the City) and a lot of other San Franciscans are horrified. So besides stamping her little foot, she's planning to introduce a bill that would make franchise moves more difficult -- even if the move is less than 50 miles. So says the 12 January San Jose Mercury-News sitting on the dining room table as I write. Hmm. The United State Senate might intervene (yet again) in a local matter. Thinks I: Why don't they Do The Right Thing For The Oppressed Masses and simply socialize the sport. Then we'll get to read newspaper articles such as the following: SAN FRANCISCO, October 15, 2015 -- Mayor Rembrandt Ruiz held a press conference yesterday dealing with the recent controversies involving the municipal Nationalized Football League team, the San Francisco Pacifists. He expressed "great sorrow" at learning that a woman had been passed over for the position of starting Right Tackle. "My staff contacted Coach Jackson yesterday on this injustice to inform him that I will have little choice but to bring this up at the next Board of Supervisors meeting unless he takes immediate action," said Ruiz. The Mayor also stated that he was "standing firm" on his ban on hot dogs and beer in the concession area. He indicated that he hoped the Supervisors would quickly approve his brother-in-law's catering service as next season's exclusive food and beverage contractor. "This is the farthest thing from nepotism and cronyism," said Ruiz. "There is not a speck of doubt in my mind that Sonny's firm can provide the very best environmentally-friendly quiche and wine available." Ruiz also touched on the simmering issues of Affordable Seating, costume equality for the Drag and Hetero cheerleading squads, and the long lines at the stadium's two ticket booths, where a showdown with the public employees union was feared. Each of these was "being studied" but no decisions have yet been made. Finally, the Mayor refused comment on the Pacifists' 0-6 season record and their recent 42-6 drubbing by the Boise Black Helicopters. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 12, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Wednesday, January 10, 2007


Chick Cars
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards-- That big, bad, macho Detroit auto industry has been chasing women for years and years. Initially, that was because wives influenced the car-buying decision of their husbands. Later -- especially by the 1950s and after when automatic transmissions came into wide use and most women learned to drive -- gals were chased because they too did the buying. Early efforts to entice women centered around exterior colors and interior fabrics and appointments. Later, car models or even brands were implicitly (and even sometimes almost explicitly) tailored for the female market. An early example was the original Nash Rambler convertible (see below). Nash Rambler, 1952. The Rambler compact was launched as a "second car" that wasn't cheap-looking. The first model released was the convertible -- normally the most expensive body style; a station wagon came out a little later. Its appeal to Baby Boom moms wanting a stylish little errand-running machine was strong enough to make the Rambler the most successful American "compact" of the early 50s. Nowadays some cars seem to be strongly associated with either male or female owners. Huge pickup trucks and SUVs suggest a male owner, for instance. And automobiles that women buy and drive? Those are called chick cars. Even some women call them chick cars, a noteworthy example being Jean Jennings while she was editor of Automobile magazine. Recently Jerry Flint found the matter of chick cars worthy of a column (click here). Flint is one of my favorite automobile industry observers, having entered that beat in 1958. For many years he was a Detroit correspondent for The New York Times and more recently he has been a columnist for Forbes magazine. Among other things, he states: Here are some other so-called feminine cars, according to car writers we interviewed: the VW New Beetle and Convertible, Mazda Miata MX-5, Hummer H2 (that is strange), Lexus SC 430, Jeep Liberty, BMW X3, Chrysler Sebring Convertible and the Subaru Forester, which, rumor has it, is favored by lesbians. And Tom and Ray Magliozzi (aka Click and Clack, the Tappet Brothers of Car Talk from NPR) called the VW Passat the "ultimate chick car." Says John McElroy, host of Autoline Detroit, a TV show, "It's [a car for women], the kind of car no manly-man would be caught dead driving. It's the kind of car that would make your drinking buddies laugh out loud, right in front of your face, if you drove up in one." Nevertheless... All this is serious stuff and more than a joke. Labeling cars like this hurts business. It matters that women buy half the cars in this country, so automotive marketing people clearly need to reach this audience. "Chick car" is a derogatory term, and, apparently, men shy away from these vehicles. When half the market shies away from your product, it is trouble. I have heard rumors that Toyota may kill the Solara. Remember how some people labeled minivans as cars for "soccer moms?" That has... posted by Donald at January 10, 2007 | perma-link | (24) comments





Monday, January 8, 2007


Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Content from me was sparse lately. That was because we were on the road three days from Seattle to the Bay Area via the Oregon Coast and Mendocino. Coastal driving takes more miles and time than Interstate 5, but there are compensations. A big one for me is the lack of snow, something I got far too much of in the winters I spent in Upstate New York. Another nice thing about the coast in winter is the lack of traffic; it can be the proverbial zoo in summer. Moreover, the leaves are down, so you can experience more scenery. And the weather cooperated for one day and we got to see the hills, headlands and ocean set off against a blue sky. Not so nice was California Highway 1 from US 101 to the shore -- a nasty twisty stretch of less than 30 miles that required nearly an hour's drive. Blogging might be a little light next week because we'll be at Lake Tahoe for Nancy's ski week. I quit skiing a long time ago, and expect to blog if I can get a decent Internet connection. * Suave, European-savvy sophisticates we Blowhards be, it was a shock to notice that all those umlauts, carets and other accent marks we've been dropping into foreign words started turning into gibberish characters on the Web last year. I used to draft a post on WordPad, transfer it to Word to add the fancy letters and then copy 'n' paste to the blog software. Now I blog from a MacBook. So let me try an experiment (I'm drafting this in TextEdit). The next paragraph will consist of three accented letters (at least while they're on the Mac): an umlauted "a", an "e" with an upward accent and an "o" with a circumflex / caret. ä é ô Hmm. On the MacBook's Safari browser I see three capital A's with a horizontal line atop, each followed by another character; in sequence, these are: a little square with a circle filling it, a copyright symbol and an upwards accent mark like you find in French. Other browsers might yield other results. While we're on this subject, can anyone out there explain why characters suddenly got screwed up (at least when viewed on Internet Explorer and Safari)? And what can be done to restore our ability to use foreign words? (The blogging software is MovableType, version 3.2.) UPDATE: The problem is related to Unicode, readers report. Safari has a switch under View that allowed me to display the characters as originally written. My Dell is in Seattle, so I can't test Internet Explorer. So what should we Blowhards do? Some options are: Continue avoiding foreign letters Put a Unicode alert on each post containing foreign letters Put an alert on the main page suggesting readers activate / change to Unicode setting UPDATE 2: Doug Sundseth proposes a html solution that gets around putting the burden on readers.... posted by Donald at January 8, 2007 | perma-link | (6) comments





Friday, January 5, 2007


Guys -- Who Picks Your Clothes?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The biggest fashion faux pas for men is to let their wives select their clothes. So said ex-Gucci designer Tom Ford as interviewed in the 4 January Wall Street Journal's "Personal" section (see sidebar). He might have a point. I know a number of guys who hate -- no, make that loathe -- shopping, even (especially?) for themselves. I'm in the opposite camp. Although I can't say that I love shopping for myself (especially if I must buy a certain item for a special occasion), I never let other people buy clothing for me. That's because I'm really fussy. The last successful outsider purchase was a necktie my mother got me about a dozen years ago. And what about my wife? I'll ask her opinion regarding items I'm leaning towards buying, but where I'm not quite certain. A recent example was a waterproof hat. I don't usually wear hats with brims, so I checked with her to find out if I looked okay wearing it. I also check with her on items I'm more sure of to find out if she really hates the thing; if she hates something, she won't allow me to wear it when I'm with her. True, one could argue that she "selects" some of my clothing, but a more correct take is that what she does is veto, or "negatively select" -- I'm the one who does the initial screening. Okay guys. What about you? And gals -- are you the fashion arbiter for the husband / boyfriend? Fess up, everyone! Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 5, 2007 | perma-link | (20) comments





Thursday, January 4, 2007


Cont.
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * After scaring yourself to death reading FvB's recent posting about government accounting adventures, why not treat yourself to a visit to Malcolm Gladwell's blog? Gladwell has published a piece in The New Yorker semi / kinda defending Enron's Skilling and Lay. On his blog, readers explain to him why he's mistaken. Even in modern accounting, it seems that some things are still right or wrong. Gladwell's attempts to defend his point do seem pretty weak, at least to these completely unqualified-to-judge eyes. Steve Sailer thinks that Gladwell's New Yorker editor should do a better job of making sure the playful, enthusiastic (and, to be fair, very talented) Gladwell is on firmer ground when he comes out with pieces that court controversy. * Visitors who got a kick out of taking and / or arguing with the BBC's "What Sex Is Your Brain?" test are in for a treat when they visit this site. EQSQ is an outfit that -- with the guidance of male-brain / female-brain / autism expert Simon Baron-Cohen -- has elaborated these tests much more extensively than the BBC has. Are you an girly empathizer or a macho-man systemizer? (Me, I am a love-air, not a fight-air.) EQSQ's Weekly Whims column offers much of substance, with a fun emphasis on female / male patterns and preferences. A funny few lines from Katrina Boydon: Call me prejudiced, but I want the most qualified (education and aptitude) team of scientists and engineers to design and build, for example, my child's car seat so that it is as safe as it possibly could be. I don't care if the team comprises men or women, but I definitely want four systemizers. If that means 3 men and one woman, so be it. But I want an empathizer to choose the upholstery. And EQSQ's official blogger is the ever-excellent (and apparently very busy) Tim Worstall, who also blogs at his own place here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 4, 2007 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, January 1, 2007


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes Dear Blowhards -- * Cruising by the remainder shelves at Barnes & Noble recently, I spotted an historical atlas. No, no -- not an antique atlas, but an atlas with maps showing where the Scythians lived and neat stuff like that. I love such maps. (Lord knows where the cartographers got the boundary data, the nomadic Scythians not being noted as great bureaucrats: The poor souls probably didn't even have a Census Bureau, let alone digitized geographic files.) But that's not my point. The atlas I saw had lots of color pictures along with the expected maps. I have mixed feelings about illustrated atlases. My tendency is to be a map-purist -- just the maps, ma'am. Yet I also see the need to plonk in pictures to ease the path of users who are very young or otherwise have a lot of ignorance regarding history or geography. Moreover, real antique illustrated atlases can be pretty fascinating because the pictures show what places looked like 100 years ago or whenever. [Pause for reconsideration] Nuts to those wishy-washy thoughts I just expressed! Atlases are for maps. There are plenty of sources (current and historical) for pictures and other information about distant lands. * Here's hoping you all spent New Year's Eve in a satisfying way. For many years I simply went to bed early, perhaps in reaction to youthful disappointments from Eves that failed to live up to being The Greatest Party Ever With A Fantastic Date At My Side. That also reduced exposure to highway mayhem from alcohol-fuelled drivers. Nancy likes to party, so lately I've been staying up past my bedtime to do some New Year hailing. For 2006, we were at the Royal Hawaiian's outdoor cocktail bar. Last night the venue was Benaroya Hall, home of the Seattle Symphony. And the event was a concert featuring Doc Severinsen, best-known for his ultra-long gig as Johnny Carson's Late Show bandleader. After Carson retired, Severinsen kept up band-leading and branched out into conducting "pops" concerts for regional symphony orchestras, including Milwaukee and Minneapolis. Last night's concert, where Doc did double-duty as conductor and featured trumpet player, featured works by Strauss, Jr. along with medleys of Ellington and Gershwin. Oh, and Louis Prima's "Sing Sing Sing" as the finale. Severinsen turned 79 last July and admitted at the conclusion of the show that he'd be retiring in the near future. Nevertheless, he was wildly dressed as usual and played a pretty mean trumpet. Great show. I was halfway expecting the audience to be somehow different from the usual symphony crowd. But no, attendees looked about the same as they did in my previous visits to Benaroya so I can't accuse them of being classical music snobs even though more than a few looked the part. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 1, 2007 | perma-link | (7) comments





Wednesday, December 27, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Oslo's rape rate is now six times higher than New York City's. Two out of three people charged with rape are recent immigrants from non-Western backgrounds. * Steve notices that McCain and Kennedy are working furiously to legalize illegals and prevent the construction of the border fence. Our so-called "representatives," eh? * Agnostic takes a look at all the studies and comes to a hard-to-dispute conclusion: "Males are much more likely than females to be interested in geeky hobbies like sci-fi." * Alice is taking it slower (and enjoying it more) these days. * Razib is unrepentant. * An uncoerced decision to refuse crap -- what a lovely thing it is. So why is it such a rare thing? * Emmalina confesses that stoner boyfriends can come up a little short in the hot-lovin' department. * Hey, how about beating someone up, making a video of the incident with your cellphone, and posting the results on MySpace? * Whiskyprajer thinks there can be such a thing as taking Bukowski too seriously. Great sentence: "Young guys and writin' -- where does indulgence end and wisdom begin?" * Steve Kapsinow wonders why the saxophone has become such a potent visual symbol. * Do white people like Obama better than black people do? * This year's Bad Sex in Fiction Award goes to Iain Hollingshead. "I hope to win it every year," said Hollingshead. The Brits really know how to respond to a satirical swipe, don't they? Not with hurt feelings and a trembling lower lip, but with humor and brio. * Today's woman, fully equipped. * Meet Hank "Sugarfoot" Garland, country guitarist extraordinaire and co-composer of "Jingle Bell Rock," the first rock 'n' roll Christmas carol. It doesn't sound as though he has received many royalties for the song, though. (Link thanks to FvB.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 27, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments




The Life-Cycle of High School Reunions
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- High school reunions, like their participants, have a life-cycle. And obviously the two are intertwined. Before getting into that and my own reunion experiences and observations, here's some background on my high school -- which wasn't typical. By geographical accident I attended Seattle's Roosevelt High, the school district's elite high in the days before an ill-considered bussing plan was implemented. Even though I lived in a census tract that was utterly average for Seattle, I was thrown in with children of University of Washington professors and the city's business leaders. It was a competitive place scholastically. In my Junior and Senior years Roosevelt cranked out more than 20 Merit Scholarship finalists (and got a mention in Time for it). More than 60 percent of my class went on to four-year colleges -- a high proportion in 1957. There was a good deal of social stratification and cliques abounded. Couple this with the intellectual firepower mentioned above, and the brew could make for interesting reunions. I missed the first Class of '57 reunion -- the 10th-year one -- because I was at Dear Old Penn. But I got of taste of it via a booklet with biographical write-ups submitted by class members. The topic of many of the blurbs was career-building progress -- degrees earned, jobs gotten. Besides that, I suspect that many grads used the evening for padding their Little Black Books. The 20th reunion was more of the same semi-subtle bragging, though with the dating aspect largely missing. Having moved back to Washington state, I was able to attend. What struck me most strongly was the appearance of my classmates. This was in 1977 when the male fashion fad was facial hair in the form of thick moustaches or sideburns of various shapes along with hair that would have been considered grossly long in 1957. Then there were the girls who I remembered wearing modest sweaters and pixie glasses. Twenty years later they had contact lenses and low necklines. (Alas. Had I only known!!) I'll skip over the 25th, 30th, and 40th reunions to focus on the 45th. (Did I forget to mention that my class was a wee bit social?) The trend had been building since the 30th reunion and was clearly in place by the 40th. Career paths were pretty well set, as were family situations as class members aged into their fifties. By the 45th reunion we were in our early sixties, our looks fading or faded, family nests largely emptied, careers ending retirement-by-retirement. At last we could deal with one another as human beings with a largely shared past. Whether one had been a star athlete, top scholar or cheerleader no longer mattered much. Though I can't deny that there's a whiff of schadenfreude when one discovers that a former standout has been cut down to size. Overall, the impression I got from the 45th reunion was one of egalitarian good cheer that was dampened only when we heard... posted by Donald at December 27, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, December 25, 2006


Furniture Frustrations
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- We wandered through two furniture stores the other evening while waiting to see a movie. I saw almost nothing I considered worth buying. This isn't new. Almost every time I've visited a furniture store in recent years, I've had the same experience. And I find it disturbing. How can I be so far out of touch with the upper-middle class demographic represented by the Henredon (click on Furniture Gallery near the top to see examples) and Thomasville stores at Bellevue, Washington's Lincoln Square center, an extension of the posh Bellevue Square mall in the heart of Microsoft country. Most of the items on display struck me as being either (1) fussy, (2) overblown, (3) too old-fashioned / traditional, (4) too delicate, or (5) uncomfortable. Many pieces score on several of those criteria along with others I didn't think to mention. But the nub is that I really hate fussily over-detailed traditional style furniture, and that's what these stores featured. Well, not quite. The Henredon gallery featured a (who else?) Ralph Lauren collection that really should have been called the "Donald Deskey Memorial Collection" after the noted Moderne designer. I made no effort to determine whether or not Lauren copied actual 1928-35 designs, but the items were certainly in the spirit of those times. Actually, I'm very fond of industrial and interior designs of that era. But I wouldn't buy the stuff -- well, not more than a couple examples, maximum. I fare no better in stores featuring contemporary designs. In October I came across a shop in Palo Alto that was solidly Modern. Many items were Certified Classical Modern carrying little tags or labels indicating that they were a van der Rohe Barcelona Chair or one or another Eames variety. Like Henredon, prices were way, way over my upper limit, instantly killing any possible deal. Plus there were contemporary Modern pieces. And the recent stuff struck me as generally austerely odd, unfriendly and uncomfortable. So what do I like? I prefer furniture that's basically simple and functional in form, yet has enough decoration to attract and hold interest. Craftsman and 1900 secession style items often fill that bill. I also like Scandinavian Modern if it isn't utterly plain. This goes for a lot of the stuff I see in IKEA stores as well as the classic Danish varieties. No doubt there are other kinds of furniture I would like if I knew about them; I have to confess (if it isn't already perfectly obvious) that I haven't paid much attention to furniture design for quite a while. Nevertheless, it bothers me that my taste is so much at odds with today's various markets. Guess I'll just have to wait another 10-15 years till the world comes my way again. Enough about me. What do the Henredon and Thomasville showroom contents offer in the way of Important Cultural-Artistic Insights? I would say they mainly serve as confirmation that, while Modernism has won many battles, it... posted by Donald at December 25, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments





Saturday, December 23, 2006


An Episode of Subway Panhandling that I Wouldn't Find Annoying
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Nine out of ten subway performers annoy me. I despise feeling like a donation is being coerced out of me; I'd simply prefer to kill the time in peace and quiet. But here's one interruption I wouldn't mind enduring. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 23, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments





Thursday, December 21, 2006


Bagatelles (Year-End Cheapo Visual Version)
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Here it is -- Late December -- and I figure a third-rate amateur writer such as this Blowhard can do no better than to imitate the practices of real professionals in the magazine trade at this time of year. That is, goof off and slap together a quickie with lotsa pix and negligible verbiage to keep the insatiable editorial "hole" filled with content. So here goes... Gallery: Cityscape Morning in the city. Skyscrapers... Boulevards... Grass... Funny sign with hand -- tee hee... Hmm. The building to the right sorta leans, doesn't it? ... Skyscrapers again, as seen from exterior elevator. (Yawn)... Yikes!!! What's this? Its ... its ... a Stalin-era wedding-cake skyscraper! Where are we? Why in Warsaw, of course. Didn't you notice that the words next to the Coca-Cola sign in the second picture were in Polish? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 21, 2006 | perma-link | (12) comments




Some Un-Stylish French (Airplanes)
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The French are known for style, non? And do they sometimes make the stylish faux pas? Mais oui!! Even the French are human. When their sense of style collides with demands of la logique, strange things might happen. And did, when it came to military aircraft they built in the early-mid 1930s. Admittedly the period from roughly 1928-36 was one of rapid transition for military aircraft designers in the most advanced countries. The typical 1927 fighter or bomber didn't look much different from 1917 Great War equivalents. Prototypes flying in 1937 heralded the sleek, powerful aircraft that fought in the first years of World War 2 and later. The Americans made the transition relatively smoothly. And I'd say that the Germans did too -- except that they didn't have an (official) air arm until 1935, after Hitler took power. Regardless, most of their mid-30s designs were better than the average for the times. The French look bad in part because their procurement process dragged longer than it should have. Like the Italians, they entered World War 2 with a lot of obsolescent and even obsolete aircraft. Another procurement-related problem had to do with the type specifications laid down by the army and (later) the air force. A noteworthy peculiarity was the multiplace de combat type -- an aircraft with a four-man crew that was supposed to perform the roles of (1) bombardment, (2) reconnaissance and (3) fighter combat. Resulting planes could manage the first two tasks, but were totally unsuitable for the last. By the end of World War 2 it became clear that if a bomber-recce-fighter was required, you had to start with a fighter and tack on bits such as bomb racks and cameras to do the trick. Gallery Handley Page H.P.50 Heyford. Setting the stage... This British bomber was ordered in 1928 and first flew in 1930. Heyfords were in service from 1933 to 1939, thus missing the war. They were considered "night bombers" and presumably needed to worry about flak, but not enemy fighters. At any rate, they were even more ugly than the following French designs. (But the English weren't renowned for chic in those days -- at least compared to the French.) Amiot 143M. A multiplace do combat built in response to a 1928 army specification. The prototype 140 (in the French numbering system, the final digit represents sequential subtypes of the basic model) first flew in 1931. Production was ordered in late 1933, the first delivery was in 1935, production continued into 1937 and 143s saw combat in 1939-40: keep these dates in mind for comparison. If you imagine away the fixed landing gear and observation bin on the forward underside of the aircraft, the Amiot 143M does not seem so archaic as it does in its entirety. But those features are there, so the plane is an ugly, clumsy beast. Farman F.222. The Farman 220 series comes from a 1929 night bomber specification. The first flight... posted by Donald at December 21, 2006 | perma-link | (13) comments





Monday, December 18, 2006


Houses and Technology
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Our Seattle house has been without power for 3 1/2 days and it might be another day or two before electricity gets restored. Last Thursday evening Seattle got one of those hellacious windstorms that come around every 15-30 years. More than a million people were affected as trees fell across power lines and transformers got zapped. Unlike some parts of the country, our storms come in the fall and winter, so it's fairly cold -- 30 degrees yesterday morning and 34 when I made my Starbucks run at 6:30 this morning. Fortunately, most days have been above-freezing. Nevertheless, given Newton and his entropy, the inside of the house eventually will reach the temperature on the outside. At least we've been able to stay with friends and family, so matters are simply inconvenient and no suffering is involved. And I now have food for thought -- my thought being that electricity-age houses are poorly equipped indeed for dealing with winter power outages. Until the early 20th century, most houses were designed for woodfire heat. They were multi-story, rooms were small and often had fireplaces or, better yet, Franklin stoves. Post-1950 ranch-style houses are horizontal in format and might even lack a fireplace. (I'm not a fireplace fan. The non-circulating types send most heat up the chimney. Once the fire is finished, you have to keep the flue open till the coals have burnt out, and that sucks a lot more heat outside. The benefits are more psychological than material in my opinion.) Perhaps the so-called "green" houses are better than ranch houses when power fails. But I suspect that almost any house built since, say, 1920 is ill-suited for power-out conditions unless special precautions (auxiliary generators, Franklin stoves) are taken. Modern technology-based civilization has many strengths, And weak-points. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 18, 2006 | perma-link | (12) comments





Friday, December 15, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The best movie posters of 2006. (Link thanks to Design Observer.) * Does the whole "Web 2.0" thing still mystify you? Here's a list of Web 2.0 applications that you may want to test-drive. * Thanks to Tatyana for pointing out this fun little Pandora podcast. It's a quick and EZ intro to vocal harmonizing. * The "uncensored history of the blues," via -- what else? -- podcast. * So soy milk may in fact be bad for you? Did you know that most soymilk labeled as "plain" is in fact full of added sugar? * There are days when MD is in the mood for a little quiet, a little mystery ... * Dean Baker thinks that Larry Summers misses the point on inequality. * Rod Dreher thinks that news organizations should fret less about racial/ethnic/gender diversity in the newsroom. * Blog99 thinks that economists and sociologists don't pay enough attention to entertainment. * Kevin Kelly is as enthusiastic about publishing books the Lulu way as I am. * Thanks to Peter L. Winkler, who points out that the blog called Pod-dy Mouth is reviewing print-on-demand books. * 20 million years, and now this. * Yahmdallah tells another of his sitcom-worthy romantic-adventure tales. Converting to Mormonism for the sake of a girl -- now there's a premise and a half! * Yahmdallah also links to a terrific page where artists ... Oh, it's a little hard to describe. Anyway: there's a theme for the day, and a bunch of artists send in images on that theme. So the theme may be "Superman," and you'll get a page of 20 examples of Superman by various artists. In any case, it's a riot to see what they come up with, as well as a lesson in how visual people think and create. * Tyler Cowen calls three recent books his must-reads of 2006. * I raved about Rob Zombie's "The Devil's Rejects" back here. Just now I ran across and enjoyed this terrific interview with Zombie, who's a well-known rocker -- as well as a very smart guy about the glories of '70s movies. (Link thanks to Polly Frost.) * So comets may indeed be the mothers of us all ... * Video interviews with Berkeley economists can be watched here. * Raymond Pert comes up with a brilliant and enlightening comparison between "Othello" and "Bonnie and Clyde." Raymond also puts up a podcast of himself (great voice!) reading a soulful, funky poem. * The artist Bill Wray -- best-known for his work for Mad magazine and the Ren and Stimpy Show -- has recently been turning his attentions to fine-art-style oil painting. Keeping it fresh -- I like that. I like what he's been producing too. (Link thanks to Sex in Art.) * A super couple of sentences from David Chute: "Try making a movie that boldy explores the sunny side of life and submitting it to Sundance. You'll wise up in a... posted by Michael at December 15, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments





Tuesday, December 12, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Did you know that more than 6000 people die in mining disasters in China every year? * Even pro-sex feminist Camille Paglia thinks that the young and the pantyless have been taking things a little too far lately. The mystery! What's become of the mystery? (Link thanks to Dave Lull.) * Slow Food ... Slow Cities ... Slow Travel ... Slow Exercise ... And now, Slow Painting. (I blogged about the Slow movement here and here. Carl "In Praise of Slowness" Honore's website is here.) One easy way to eat less: Eat slowly. * It's sad that diet and exercise -- and even slowness -- can't entirely thwart time, isn't it? Here's an all-too-vivid look at some of the things that happen to your body as it ages. * Do more megapixels always make for better image quality? David Pogue ran a little test ... * My YouTube music-vid find of the day features not just a great tune but some of the suavest suit-wearing I've had the pleasure of witnessing in a long time: Motown stylin' at its finest, no? Oh, to be worthy of singing and dancing backup for the Temptations! (That's David "Dead at 50 from a cocaine overdose" Ruffin on lead vocals. "My Girl," btw, was composed by Ronald White and Smokey Robinson, and was arranged by Alan Billingsley. I raved about the documentary "Standing in the Shadows of Motown" here.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 12, 2006 | perma-link | (12) comments





Monday, December 11, 2006


Retro? ... Why Not!
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- "Retro" automobile styling doesn't particularly bother me, yet it apparently does in some professional design circles. A while back I posted that styling lost its progressive thrust by the late 1940s. If that's the case, then borrowing themes or details from previous decades becomes a legitimate styling option. That is, if there's been no fundamental "progress" and if there is no clear view as to what might represent "progress," then anything that works -- functionally and in terms of appearance -- can be used. I suspect stylists (they tend to prefer the term "designer") proclaim dislike for Retro because they were fed the notion in school that their role was to thrust into the future fashioning ever-improved (stylistically) vehicles. I feel sorry for those who actually believe this. I also wonder how many stylists are like Hollywood Republicans and have leaned to either keep their mouths shut or mumble the sort of words expected by their peers. If I were a pop-psychologist I might even assert that, for young stylists, Retro is a self-esteem issue. It would be a sign of no new design worlds for them to conquer. Why, they'd be in the same league as those despised architects forever designing in the Classical style. Yes, I exaggerate. There are exceptions. Ford's J Mays has supervised a lot of Retro styling. And Freeman Thomas had a major hand in such Retro projects as the Volkswagen New Beetle and the original Audi TT sports car. In spite of the grumbling I see in car magazines, Retro cars keep appearing. An example that struck the fancy of long-time designer Robert Cumberford (columnist for Auto & Design, and design editor for Automobile magazine) was BMW's Concept Coupe Mille Miglia. The Concept Coupe (as I call it here) is a show car inspired by the BMW 328 aerodynamic coupe that won the (modified beyond recognition) 1940 Mille Miglia road race. For more information on the 328 coupe, click here and scroll down. Here are some views of the 1940 racing car and the 2006 show car it inspired. Gallery 1940 BMW 328 Mille Miglia Coupe 2006 BMW Concept Coupe Mille Miglia As can be seen, the show car is clearly similar to the racing car, yet no detail is identical That's what makes the Concept Coupe an excellent example of Retro done right. I suppose, in theory, the engineers who designed the Mille Miglia racer might have duplicated the show car styling had the technology been available. Which is another key: Good Retro can create what original designers might have created had they the materials and fabrication techniques to do so. Even though I've been making a case that Retro is not the spawn of the Devil, I'm not saying that styling must be Retro. My contention is, it's hard not to avoid Retro -- especially with regard to details. To cite one example, most practical shapes of doors have probably already been explored. If a few... posted by Donald at December 11, 2006 | perma-link | (9) comments





Thursday, December 7, 2006


I'm Home
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- In an email exchange, Friedrich von Blowhard and I found ourselves comparing notes about places where we've felt really at home. Not just comfy, but physically / spiritually in synch with the place and, via the place, with Larger Things more generally. FvB volunteered Venice, California, which he enjoys (and perhaps identifies with) partly for its tattiness -- Friedrich's a funky man! The soul of FvB He added this too: I enjoyed living in London, although that was largely because I wasn't "at home" in any sense. It was like being Caspar the Friendly Ghost, just passin' through other people's serious lives. I feel quite "at home" for no reason I can cite in Florence. I love the food, people seem nice enough, the physical environment is pretty much perfect. The sense of the past pervading everything is quite groovy. (Although I can imagine that kids raised there might find it oppressive.) Italy generally is pretty cool. The real exception is Venice, oddly enough; the inhabitants are like carnies, and to them outsiders are all pretty much marks. Actually, what's funny is you know deep down that there are people who would just hate anyplace you really like. And they wouldn't be kidding, or superficial. There isn't one world, there are millions of them, stacked side-by-side. I put on my thinking cap and came up with this far-wordier, far-shallower response: Although I live here, I certainly don't feel "at home" in New York City. But where then? Not even Western NY either, though it's certainly home in fact -- or maybe it's more like "me" in fact. Though, come to think of it, the Finger Lakes always feel right somehow. One of the few times I ever had that click! experience -- "this is for me!" -- was during a couple of weeks I spent in the south of France back in '71. I loved the glitz and the ritzy frou-frou, to be sure. But my bliss really came from a combo of elements: the weather (I was there in May, and the air was spring/summer gorgeous, and since I hadn't yet been to California the whole Mediterranean-clime thing was brand-new to me); the Cannes and Monte Carlo classy / tacky glamor (it was still the era of Vadim and Bardot); and the way the glitz contrasted with the old Pagnol / Renoir towns inland, with the aqueducts and Roman ruins and the bread stores and the old men playing boules. Or did they call it petanque? Anyway, the food was a revelation too. It was the first time I'd eaten regularly from that Mediterranean menu of fish and tomatoes and capers and olive oil and all that. Never felt better or more at home in my life. Why I didn't quit school on the spot and find a way to make a life there, I don't know. OK, I do know: lack of resourcefulness, and plain ol' cowardice. Where MB left a piece... posted by Michael at December 7, 2006 | perma-link | (26) comments




Peeves
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Get out the snark-repellant! We're off to Seattle Saturday for a four-week experiment to see how well Nancy can tolerate the cool, cloudy, wet winter there (she hated it as a child but managed three winters in nearby Portland just fine as an adult). So I've been busy stockpiling posts to cover the period I'll be behind the wheel and unable to write. I'm taking a break from that to gift you with some grumbles in the best Bah! Humbug!! tradition -- it being the season for that. * * * * * * Did I just write gifted you? Lord, I hate that phrase! For me, its Grating Index is right up there with the beloved "let me share with you ..." * Vienna is one of my favorite European cities, so it pains me that there's one itsy bitsy local practice that sets my teeth to grinding. It seems that when Johann Strauss, Sr.'s Radetzky March is played at a concert, the audience lustily claps in unison when the chorus is played. Apparently it's a local tradition dating to when the work was first played, according to this account. The Radetzky is a cute little march we used to play (badly) in Junior High band, and I'd like to hear it instead of having it drowned out by all that traditional clapping. * While on the subject of Europe I might as well vent about what I consider to be the lousiest major airport terminal on the continent. Keep in mind that I've only flown to/from seven European airports. Nevertheless, I'll nominate Terminal 1 at Frankfurt. I deeply regret that I didn't think to snap a few pictures of the passenger waiting area used by American Airlines -- I was too wrapped up with departure details. The exterior photo, above, is the best I could crib from the Web. The departure area is dark -- low ceiling, black rubber-like flooring. There are no decent eating places that I could find: only a stand-up snack bar. News stands were sketchy and expensive -- we spent around $50 for five magazines (admittedly non-German ones). Airport officials ought to take a quick trip to, say, Copenhagen to discover what's missing at Frankfurt. And then act on their findings. * * * * * There. Got it off my chest. I feel much better. Cheerful, even. But I'm not so sure I improved your dispositions. Peeves can be contagious, you know, and I neglected to warn you of that at the top of the post. Tee hee. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 7, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Tim Worstall responds to my "Blogging and Economics" posting. It's all about the utility, argues Tim. * NZ Conservative reports that high immigration rates are causing problems not just in big modern countries but in small non-democratic states too: Tonga, for instance, where riots by native Tongans resulted in the deaths of a number of ethnic Chinese. * The Rake catches Dave Eggers being a little ... devious or something. * 101 Reasons to Stop Writing interviews NaNoWriMo veteran S.Y. Affolee. * Is Social Security really in trouble? And, if the retirement age is lifted, what kinds of jobs will oldies be doing? Dean Baker and commenters trade ideas. I have a recurring nightmare in which I pay heavy Social Security taxes for decades, get nothing out of the system for The Wife and myself, and spend my declining years stocking shelves at Wal-Mart, all so the system can be "fixed." * Quiet Bubble points out that a recent issue of The High Hat was devoted to Robert Altman. * A Washington D.C. nurse reports that illegal immigrants aren't shy about helping themselves to American-quality health care at the American taxpayer's expense. * The ten most-watched YouTube videos. (Link thanks to Tyler Cowen.) * How to compare notes and make discoveries in the digital age? Brian has a tip. He writes, "I've discovered more good pop music through Hype Machine in the last six months than through all the friends I've ever had in my entire life." * The Fat Guy speaks up for lard, butter, and steaks. * Gallery of the Absurd shows one inspired way to have fun with celebrities. (Link found thanks to Rachel.) * "From a global perspective, if you have net worth of more than $61,000, you are rich," writes Greg Mankiw. * "I wish I hadn't read that" sentence of the day: "Hospital-acquired infections are estimated to affect about 2 million patients annually and cause an estimated 100,000 deaths." * In her latest column, The Communicatrix lays out the five worst reasons for being an actor. * Daniel Libeskind wins two "Eyesore of the Month" awards in a row from James Kunstler. Never has a more deserving architect etc etc.... * Bratz dolls: innocent toys, or the end of civilization as we know it? * I always found '60s movie musicals real horror shows. Now I've been vindicated. * Matt Mullenix evokes a visit with nature writer Steve Bodio, and pulls together an eloquent slide show about the visit too. * I wonder if the sensible people who object to irresponsible architectural experimentation are growing more sure of themselves. I certainly hope so. How are the depradations going to be stopped if not by our ridicule and outrage? John Massengale reports on a couple of heartening people-vs-the-pros incidents. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 7, 2006 | perma-link | (18) comments





Tuesday, December 5, 2006


Archaic Football
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- [Warning!! non-USA/Canada readers strongly urged to skip this post. Otherwise extreme irritation over the "f-word" or (especially for females of all nationalities) terminal boredom might ensue.] The 2006 football season is over, aside from the bowl games. A few bowls feature teams with 6-6 seasons, but I'll spare you my rant about that. Anyway, it's just about my last last excuse this year to clue you in on my dirty little passion: single-wing football. What is that? The "single-wing" is a type of formation used by a football team playing offense. It was especially popular during the 1920s and 30s, but rapidly fell out of favor in the 40s. College and professional teams today tend to use variations on the classic "T" formation, though a kind of "double-wing" (the "shotgun") is used in certain tactical situations. The Wikipedia entry is here, and is useful because it contains a diagram of one single-wing formation. In essence, the single-wing features an "unbalanced line" (more line-players are to one side of the center than the other) and the "tailback" (quarterback) stands a few yards behind the center and must have the ball "hiked" (tossed rearward from between the center's legs) to set the play in motion. Advantages of the single-wing include (1) comparative ease of deception and (2) placing a lot of power in one locale. A major disadvantage is that a running play normally takes longer to develop than in a T-type formation where the quarterback can grab the ball from the center, pivot quickly and hand the ball to a back already on his way towards the line. A few major colleges were still using the single-wing when I was an undergraduate. It was either my Junior year (1959) or when I was a Senior that I saw UCLA, a single-wing team at the time, play Washington. Both teams were good that season -- Washington went on the win the Rose Bowl. Between the 20-yard line markers, the Bruins were almost impossible to stop, having an especially effective power sweep (putting a lot of blockers ahead of the ball carrier). But within the 20s, their offense bogged down, another defect of the single-wing related to speed of play development and the relatively small amount of real estate defenders had to deal with. So the Huskies won that afternoon, but it was a tense time for the fans. The Oregon State Beavers also played single-wing football in those days and made it to the Rose Bowl in 1962. Both UCLA and Oregon State abandoned the single-wing before the 60s were out. Princeton played single-wing for many years. While at Dear Old Penn I made a point of driving up to Palmer Stadium to watch the Tigers play the Quakers and enjoy what was then obviously the last gasp of single-wing football at major colleges. Dear Old Penn was seriously lacking that year (1967, I think it was) -- its quarterback being bigger than most of his... posted by Donald at December 5, 2006 | perma-link | (19) comments





Monday, December 4, 2006


Houses: On Hills or Flats?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In rapidly-populating agricultural areas, which should get top priority: housing or farming? This can be a local election issue (indirectly via candidates for office or directly via propositions or initiatives) or a matter for current officeholders or planning staffs. I'm writing this in an agricultural area of California that could be in line for massive population growth. From what I gather, many locals are upset about the prospect of the excellent agricultural land in the valley being turned into housing subdivisions. I also gather that many locals (perhaps a lot of the same ones) become furious when they see large, new houses sprouting on the sides and tops of oak-covered hills. Let me toss out some ideas. You can pile on in Comments. The restriction here is that housing growth is assumed to be inevitable -- turning the clock back to the days of Father Serra (or before) isn't allowed in this playpen. I suppose diehard markets-uber-alles types might argue that a kind of stability will occur when enough farmland is depleted that remaining agricultural land will become too valuable for housing. Efficiency-oriented observers could contend that it's cheaper to build housing on flat land, so the greatest good will be obtained if developers and individuals avoided hill locations. Marginal farmers wanting to cash-out also would favor building on the flats. So might aesthetically-inclined folks who cringe at the sight of housing on those lovely hills. But. Is that really the way to go? Once upon a time and place, people tended to live on hills. I'm thinking of Korea, much of which is mountainous. I often saw villages positioned on the lower slopes of hillsides, freeing as much flat land as possible for agriculture. (Remaining agricultural land was in the form of terraces on those same or nearby hillsides.) Then there are the hill-towns of Italy. Again, flatter terrain could be reserved for agriculture though hills also have the advantage of being easier to defend than flatlands -- a double benefit. So, even though it sez over on the panel to the left that I'm an arts buff, I find the idea of putting as much housing as possible on hillsides appealing despite aesthetic disadvantages. A good case can be made for keeping hill tops dwelling-free, restricting building to lower-to-middle slopes. Flat land might be restricted to industry and retail commerce where hillside locations are impractical. If nothing else, my "solution" would help defuse the "versus" problem spelled out in the first sentence, above. Glad to be of service. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 4, 2006 | perma-link | (12) comments





Saturday, December 2, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Deborah Foreman, the adorable and funny star of the '80s teen-hits "Valley Girl" and "My Chauffeur," now works as a professional yoga teacher. L.A. residents can line up private coaching with her. * Did dogs really descend from wolves? (Link thanks to Steve Sailer.) * Kara Hopkins describes the many tangles that the illegal-immigration issue is catching the Democrats up in. The question, in a word, is: Who to stand up for -- working-stiff Real America (white and black), or appealingly-exotic new arrivals? * That scream you heard in that movie you just watched ... Why did it sound so famliar? * Part of what was overlooked during the fuss over Bjorn Lomborg's "The Skeptical Environmentalist" was that Lomborg is himself an eco-fan. To the dismay of some on the Right, he isn't anti-eco; to the dismay of many of the party faithful, he's let's-get-our- priorities-straight eco. Here's a new interview with Lomborg from TCS. * Is neoclassical economics objective or value-addled? (Link thanks to ALD.) * Does the triumph of big-box shopping deserve to be celebrated by free-market fans? Are the festivities qualified at all by the fact that many of these outfits have received millions in government aid? I just learned that 84 of Wal-Mart's 91 distribution centers have received government subsidies, some in excess of $10 million. * Perhaps economics doesn't have to be autistic after all. Here's a fun profile of Ulrike Malmendier, a sensible-sounding young star of the behavioral-economics school. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 2, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Thursday, November 30, 2006


Sensual Aircraft
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The first duty of an airplane is to fly. That rules out many possible shapes that might otherwise be attempted. Assuming a designated role or function (cargo carrier, bomber, interceptor, etc.), adequate power, a structural system, aerodynamic and other constraints, the aircraft designer still has some aesthetic freedom to shape the airplane. Therefore some airplanes appear pugnacious, some are fussy, some are bland and some are downright ugly. Others are beautiful ... sensual, even. Below are examples of planes I find sensual: 2Blowhards Airplane "Centerfold" De Havilland Albatross. The DH.91, first flown in 1937, was not a commercial success. It experienced serious technical problems, the final ones in service being written off due to wood-rot (they were largely of wooden construction). Lockheed Constellation. Shown is a C-121 military version of the famed civilian transport that served from the mid-1940s into the 1960s. Early "Connies" were shorter than the one pictured, and had round windows; they also had the most voluptuous fuselages. Later versions had lengthened fuselages and larger wings, making them a bit less attractive. Burt Rutan's SpaceShipOne launch aircraft. Nearly all of Rutan's designs appear delicate, feminine. SpaceShipOne was the first non-government man-carrying craft to exceed an altitude of 100 kilometers. F-86 Sabre. America's first swept-wing jet fighter. Served from the late 40s into the late 50s. Famed for dominating Russian and Chinese piloted MiG-15s during the Korean War. The first three aircraft pictured strike me as being something like haute-couture models (for 7,000-foot runways). Slender. Delicate. Part of the slenderness has to do with the fact that all three airplanes have what are termed "high aspect ratio" wings. That is, long, narrow wings that are suitable for efficient long-range cruising and not for the violent maneuvering essential for a fighter plane. The final aircraft is a fighter and a lovely one indeed. Note especially the subtle shaping of the air intake and surrounding parts of the nose. Rather than fashion-model delicacy, the Sabre is more zaftig, but not too zaftig. Sort of like its 1950s contemporary, Marilyn Monroe Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 30, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments





Wednesday, November 29, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * To me, the Pulitzer Prize has become a negative indicator for journalism. The more Pulitzers a newspaper can claim, the more wary I am as a (potential) reader. Jeff Jarvis isn't so hot on them either, as this recent post indicates. * Now that I'm in rant-mode, kindly permit me to vent on television screens in public places. While I concede the need for TVs in sports bars, I am not amused by TV monitors surrounding non-bar dining areas of restaurants. I was really not amused last week in an Albertson's supermarket in Las Vegas where a TV placed near the vegetable section was blabbing away about recipes and food preparation. Is there to be no escape? Woe! Woe!! * Time was, to earn a Ph.D. one had to demonstrate proficiency in two foreign languages -- this in addition to the doctoral subject-matter. At Dear Old Penn I somehow got away with only having to know a teensy amount of German. Other universities were allowing substitution of a computer language for French, Latin or whatever. The slide down the slippery slope continues. Apparently public schools in some states can now allow students to take sign language instead of French or Spanish and have that count as a "foreign" language. I have nothing against sign language even though I don't speak (finger?) it. Still, this strikes me as going a step too far. That goes for computer languages, too (and I've programmed in J, APL and Basic). Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 29, 2006 | perma-link | (16) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Some clever and funny totebags can be seen here. * Religious conservatives give more to charity than secular lefties do. (Link thanks to ALD.) * Searchie confesses to being a "flower nerd." * As far as Turkey's bid to become part of the EU goes, Rod Dreher can't see what's in it for Europe except disaster. Nice sentence: "Seeking peaceful coexistence in no way requires political union." * Alice confesses that, despite disliking the Beeb's politics, she still prefers the BBC's programming to American cable. * GNXPers (and commenters) yak about synaesthesia. * In the 1950s, Ann Bannon wrote lesbian-themed pulp fiction. She talks to WNYC here. (Link thanks to Michael Bierut.) * Are stop signs really necessary? (Link thanks to Design Observer.) * The usual thing to run into is atheists claiming that religious belief is irrational. Jim Kalb surprises by arguing that it's atheism that makes no sense. Thrasymachus responds. Dave Lull points out a review of a new book about the great Michael Oakeshott that specifically addresses Oakeshott's heretofore not-much-discussed thoughts about religion. * Brenda Walker wonders how the NYTimes can publish a piece about black people leaving Watts and not once use the word "immigration." * What are the worst-designed everyday objects? Blister-packs, napkin dispensers, and CD jewelboxes are currently in the lead. * Bluewyvern turns up some wacky hotel rooms. * Is the time right for adult, character-driven sex to reappear in feature films? (Link thanks to Prairie Mary.) * Steve Sailer has been wondering why so many great athletes come from the West Indies. * The Communicatrix once gave jazz great Anita O'Day a lift. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 29, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, November 27, 2006


Chocolate Art
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Why eat chocolate when you can create works of art using it? What kind of art? Representational art, for one thing. Below are some examples I encountered during my travels this year: Here's the ocean liner Titanic at the Fassbender & Rausch store in Berlin's Gendarmenmark, a block or so off Friedrichstrasse. I wonder if the ship is solid chocolate or simply a layer spread over a form made of some other material. This is the Brandenburg Gate. There are more sculptures on display, including one of the Reichstag (pariament) building. The fancy chocolate shop in Las Vegas' Wynn casino displays this item. I have no clue how they did the drapery -- especially without getting finger prints on it Chocolate art need not represent anything but itself. Below are two views of what is claimed (if I correctly recall the sign I glanced at) to be the world's largest chocolate fountain. It's at the Bellagio casino / hotel in Las Vegas. It's more than six feet high... ...and features both dark and light chocolate. On the other hand ... why create art with chocolate when you can eat it? Suits me. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 27, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments





Sunday, November 26, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * I loved this combo artist's notebook / journal / scrapbook by a Vancouverite. * Bob recalls the days when he assumed that everyone would soon own a flying car. I remember those days too. * MD evokes a visit to Northhampton, Mass. * Blue-eyed men prefer to mate with blue-eyed women, while brown-eyed men have no preference in eye color. * Steve Bodio offers a heartbreaking tribute to an early love. * It's the latest YouTube thing: showing off your double-jointedness. Today's kids get to perform not just in front of their fellow junior-high students, but in front of the entire wired world. * Dan Santat's demo of how he created this year's Macy's Parade poster is a nice lesson in the kinds of constraints that commercial art is often produced under. Renaissance art was created under rather similar circumstances. * Lordy! Imagine getting in the ring with this Russian behemoth! * Progressive liberal Joel Hirschorn thinks that, where illegal immigration is concerned, super-rightie Pat Buchanan is onto something. * Nice pigtails! * A well-turned sentence from Toby: "I have come to the conclusion that much of the trophy art of the contemporary art world ... has a lot to do with dick size." * Speaking of dick size ... Rod Dreher recalls meeting porn king Al Goldstein. * John Massengale reviews Alain de Botton's "The Architecure of Happiness." John also provides a short summary of what the New Urb / Chris Alexander crowd is all about, namely always returning to the question: "How does the building (neighborhod, park, whatever) feel? How does it affect you?" * The Cranky Professor has some tips for those who want to learn Latin. * The new-style sex-education film. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * In a joint posting, Richard S. Wheeler has found what he considers one of the greatest of all western novels, while Ed Gorman raves about Harry Whittington. * The holidays, as they are all-too-often really lived. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 26, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments




Chateau Whimsy
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Once upon a time, every backwoods winery wrapped itself in a fancy brand-name -- usually French-looking. Take that back ... I remember Thunderbird from college days. But you get the idea. The grocery store wine shelves were creaking with bottles of Chateau This and Chateau That. Along with so much else from our lamented past, wine brand names have stepped down from the pedestal to become diluted by whimsy or sullied in edginess. Here are some brands I saw recently: Dynamite 3 blind moose Toad Hollow dog house white truck four emus Barefoot Red Bicyclette Smoking Loon Fish Eye Clean Slate [yellow tail] ... check out those brackets, Michael B! La Bastarda Fat Bastard Besides these, I've seen some seriously edgy names but, alas, failed to take notes at the time. Contributions from readers are welcome in Comments. So are any observations linking (or denying any link) between wine brand-names and The Death of Civilization. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 26, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments





Saturday, November 25, 2006


Fun Countries
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yes, I'm in Las Vegas this week. This is my third consecutive post using the town as a content hook (I'm pretty busy and have to dash off what's convenient to write about). Worse, I've been snapping low-res digital photos suitable for blog posting, so beware! -- more might be coming. Yesterday evening my wife mentioned that there were no German-themed casinos in Vegas. Hmm. None for Scandinavia. Or Russia, Poland, Belarus, Latvia, Rumania, Senegal, Paraguay and Korea. Not to mention a lot of other places shunned by the corporate bettors wagering hundreds of millions to create a three-thousand room hotel attached to a casino and shopping area. Seeing as how Las Vegas bills itself as a "fun" town (to distill the various advertised elements to the nub), it might be interesting to note the theme locales that are intended to appeal to Americans and tourists from all over the world. To simplify, I'll pretty much restrict my survey to (1) large Strip casinos that (2) I'm somewhat familiar with and that (3) have an identifiable theme. (Some casinos are gamblin' joints, pure and simple. The large Bally's on the Strip as well as nearby Harrah's fit that category.) Perhaps the most common theme is "tropical" -- Vegas is in a desert, after all, and water seems like a nice thing there. So we find Mandalay Bay. It has a (pay-to-see) aquarium and some Southeast Asian decor here and there, but essentially theming is downplayed. The Mirage has lots of palm trees and such, so I suppose it's a desert oasis despite the fact that it has a "volcano" that "erupts" to a schedule. Treasure Island has a Caribbean Pirates theme. Then there are historical/classical themed casinos. Luxor is in the shape of a pyramid and there are lots of ancient Egyptian touches including statues and a sphinx. Caesar's Palace is Imperial Roman. Excalibur has a King Arthur sort of storybook theme. This hotel-casino seeks the family demographic. Getting more place-specific we find Bellagio -- Lake Como villa themed, and my fave. Also Italian is The Venetian, reproducing Venice to the point of including canals, gondolas and singing gondoliers. Under construction is a huge extension that should also have an Italian theme. Paris recreates Parisian bits, including a half-size Eiffel Tower. The Tour d'Eiffel supposedly was to have been full-scale, but had to be stunted because of the proximity of the Strip to the airport. Otherwise, there is New York - New York. What else -- from Hudson Street to Central Park via Radio City. MGM Grand is a mammoth place that used to be Hollywood themed, but that is disappearing refurbishment-by-refurbishment. Aladdin is North Africa - Middle East, as the name suggests. Its shopping mall is decked out as a flashy north African street or souk. Wynn, the latest huge casino/hotel, is simply luxurious. Off-Strip are the Rio (I find little that seems South American) and The Orleans (New Orleans, that is), Other... posted by Donald at November 25, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Friday, November 24, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Daniel Green takes issue with my recent posting about Gold Medal Books. * Insects are weird. * The Onion's A.V. Club movie critics come up with a smart and smartly-annotated list of movie flops that are nonetheless worth watching. * Rick Darby thinks that our elites have turned against us. * Target is marketing some very interesting fashions these days. * Seska recalls a few first times. (NSFW) * Peckinpah-buff alert: Amazon's current price on the DVD of the reconstructed "Major Dundee" is $7.49! * Seattle lefty John Moe dares to spend time in the GOP heartland. "I met a ton of nice people there," he reports. "They were warmer and more welcoming than most big-city Democrats." * Clark Stooksbury volunteers the names of some people we'd do well to ignore on the subject of Iraq. * Michael Bierut recalls growing up in a suburban "snout house." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 24, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Wednesday, November 22, 2006


Retro People
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: Broadway, thy name is Revival. And Las Vegas, thy name is Retro People. Show biz people. Dead ones, in many cases. Okay, I probably should have used the word "impressionist" or the word "impersonator" because it's that genre. Or perhaps not: it's not just some guy who's part of the evening's bill doing a minute of Jimmy Stewart and then a snippet of some other personality. Here in Vegas, they have whole shows built around impersonators sticking with one character. For example, two years ago I saw a Rat Pack show where guys did an hour and twenty minutes of Frank Sinatra, Joey Bishop, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis. (The Sinatra impersonator was pretty close, as was the guy doing Sammy -- though he was Hispanic, not Black.) That show is still playing. Skimming a Vegas entertainment magazine on my table I see the following other impersonation-based ("Tribute") shows: Neil Diamond (yes, he's still alive), a Frank Sinatra-Barbra Streisand concert (half alive), the Beatles (another halfie), Bobby Darin - Garth Brooks - Sting - Britney Spears - The Temptations - Elvis (more alive than dead), Liberace (defunct) plus the aforesaid Rat Pack. I'm not normally one to draw sweeping sociocultural conclusions from stuff like this. It might simply be targeting older audiences. Possibly it has to do with shallowness of current show business. Or maybe it's because such shows are easy to set up -- no new material to develop. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 22, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, November 19, 2006


Building Las Vegas, Slowly
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm posting this from Las Vegas. Nancy has timeshare condo and we've been coming here Thanksgiving week since we started seeing each other. That's because, when I was working, I could spend seven days in Vegas while only talking three days of vacation time from the office thanks to the two-day holiday the governor and legislature kindly gave us. Seeing the town at regular intervals is vaguely akin to stop-motion photography: some features remain constant while others flicker in and out of view. Taken as a whole, the Vegas metro area is growing like the proverbial weed. We visited Lake Las Vegas for the fourth year in a row and saw massive amounts of new construction. This is an upscale area containing Hyatt and Ritz-Carlton hotels as well as the homes of Vegas Strip stars such as Celine Dion. About a year ago, architectural restrictions were modified so that multiple houses with the same floor plan could be built, thereby lowering costs (from strictly custom-designed units) and stimulating demand. Southwest of Las Vegas, far less-expensive developments are being rolled out. Billboards in the area proclaim future new projects and forthcoming phases to existing projects. Along with new housing is new retail square-footage, usually in the form of strip-malls. Near the Strip itself, several high-rise condominium structures are rising to join others built in the last few years -- a new wrinkle in the town's housing stock. I should add that some high-rise projects have been put on hold or else scrubbed, demand apparently not strong enough to keep up with the supply surge. So if Vegas is growing like stink, why did I used the word "Slowly" in the title, above? It's the big casinos / hotels. Old casinos are being demolished, usually to make room for new ones. But the new casinos, which can cost more than one billion dollars, sometimes take years to build. For example, the hotel tower of the Wynn stood empty for two of our visits while the casino and shopping area at its base took shape. A shopping area next to the Venetian, across the street from the Wynn, has taken more than two years to emerge, and still wasn't open for business as this was written. There are all sorts of reasons why projects can take years to complete, including financing problems, labor delays, bad weather and design errors requiring fixing. But I suspect that the main reason for the seemingly slow progress experienced by some recent Vegas casinos has to do with opulence. Some Vegas casinos, as the saying goes, have to be seen to be believed. I leave it as an exercise to the reader to check out the Venetian, Wynn and Bellagio (among others). Save your pennies. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 19, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Friday, November 17, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Kazakhstan expert Steve Bodio renders his long-awaited verdict on "Borat." Jane Galt thinks she'll be skipping the movie. * Software for nappers. * All you need to know about modernism, at least from the British point of view. * Mike Jones -- the male escort Ted Haggard did meth (and more) with -- tells Radar magazine, "We never discussed religion." I'll bet they didn't! Great exchange: What turned Reverend Haggard on the most about you? I think my body, for sure. Also, it probably didn't hurt that I'm pretty well-endowed. * '70s softcore queen Sylvia Kristel is interviewed by Amazon.co.uk, of all people. * When I take photos with my cam-phone, the results look like an Instamatic was shooting through pantyhose. When Hugh Symonds takes photos with his cam-phone, the results look worthy of framing. * Alice posts an evocative, painterly photograph of Brighton. Writingwise, Alice isn't just participating in NaNoWriMo, she's speedblogging about speedwriting her novel. But then merry words do just seem to spill out of Alice ... * Mystery writer Sandra Scoppetone visits a B&N and discovers that none of her 18 books are on sale there. * Reid Farmer points out one of the perils of being an agriculturalist. * Someone at Rutgers is dreading what the school's administration is considering inflicting on that ancient campus. (Link thanks to Christopher.) Eloquent passage: Will visitors two centuries from now see something else? Something resembling the airports and shopping malls and urban ugliness of early-21st-century America? A campus that looks like a abandoned set from Star Wars? Or one built in the neo-Corbu "modern brutalism" of twentieth century penitentiaries? Or the bizarre personal fantasies of architects trying to imitate the postmodern "originality" of charlatans like Venturi and Gehry? * DarkoV won't forget to spin some good discs at his Thanksgiving dinner. * So maybe social interaction is more varied and rewarding in the 'burbs than it is in the city? Or maybe not? * Prairie Mary asks: In the middle of the culture wars, what becomes of the animals? * Thanks to Alan Little, who passed along this amusing survey asking the question we've all been eager to hear the answer to: Is attending yoga classes a good way to meet a romantic partner? * Those one-pic-a-day-of-myself timelapse-movies people were making? Here's an entertaining variation on them. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 17, 2006 | perma-link | (15) comments





Thursday, November 16, 2006


Yahmdallah on Ebert; Darrell's Stories
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Yahmdallah reviews Ebert's Top Ten from 1967 through 2005. WhiskyPrajer starts playing catch-up here. * Speaking of WhiskyPrajer (aka Darrell Reimer) ... Congrats are in order: He has completed not just the writing but the publishing of "Youthful Desires," his long-awaited collection of stories. You can buy a copy of the book here -- I've ordered mine already. Darrell's an excellent writer and a superperceptive guy; he's comfy around fiction of both the popular and the literary kind; and he's blessed with a very distinctive point of view. Also, he promises that the collection includes some "salty" material ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 16, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Exiled YouTube diva Emmalina makes her return! Though in a very enigmatic way, it has to be said. * Jerome Weeks explains some of the economic hows and whys of journalistic arts coverage. * Woundings that endangered life nearly doubled in London between 1997 and 2005, a period of extraordinarily high immigration. * Every now and then the camera clicks at just the right moment ... * Kirsten Mortensen reviews the many impressive ways by which the city of Rochester is wasting her money. * Here's more medical-study-style incentive to eat your veggies. No word yet from the docs about how important it is that the experience be enjoyable and attractive, though ... * Some people may not have been born to be Air Force pilots ... * The lengths you have to go to to attract people to a serious music concert these days! (NSFW) * ChelseaGirl favors a Venus razor. * Tasha and Dishka are working in the new genre of girl-chum karaoke, and I'm not complaining. * Here's the latest skirmish in the war of the state vs. producers of raw milk. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 16, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, November 12, 2006


Wal-Mart: The End of Civilization As We Know It?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Wal-Mart, it seems, is a Big Deal to some of our Loyal Readers as can be seen in comments to the second and others of Michael's posts dealing with a Bill Kauffman interview where there seems to be dislike of Wal-Mart expressed with varying degrees of passion. Me, I'm indifferent to Wal-Mart, and I can't quite get my head around the hate and bile directed at the company and its stores that I see on the Web and in the press. Doubtless this is a character flaw on my part. Setting aside pros and cons regarding labor issues, I see Wal-Mart as simply one example of the current fashion for big-box stores. And retail fashions change: who knows what concept will be hot in 2015. Where I live, some pretty big boxes are represented by Fred Meyer, Lowes and Costco. I seldom hear complaints about Costco. Could that be because Costco executives, unlike many at Wal-Mart, tend to donate to Democrats? -- jes' askin'. Lord knows their stores seem to occupy as much suburban real estate as Wal-Mart's do. And (gasp!!) I even shop at Wal-Mart. Not often, but at times when I have a list of items I'd like to save money on -- vitamin pills, disposable razors, those kinds of things. Got my blood pressure tester there too. Truth is, I like big-box stores. I like the wide selection of goods they offer, I like their business hours and I like their competitive prices. This beats the Good Olde Days when one often payed top dollar on a limited selection of items and more than sometimes had to wait for something not in stock to be special-ordered. As for being aesthetic blights, I'll admit that Wal-Mart stores and their ilk aren't pretty. But they're functional, particularly in the context of the freeway-scape. Uh oh. I just mentioned freeways. Betcha lots of our readers hate those too. Now to hunker down and wait for the incoming artillery. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 12, 2006 | perma-link | (29) comments





Saturday, November 11, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Nothing makes vivid the fact that life is unjust quite like coming down with the flu while on vacation. Feeling beaten-up by the fates, I'm going to let others do the heavy lifting for a day or two. It's linkathon time! * Is there any harm in indulging in some occasional economic nationalism? John Konop and Maximos (in the comments on this Rod Dreher posting) both do rousing jobs with the theme. * I, Squub's account of time spent in the voting booth on Tuesday rings all too many truth bells. Why should voting be such a dispiriting, even humiliating, chore? * It's fun watching the true conservatives rake the Republicans over the coals, isn't it? Peter Brimelow contributes one of the best of the right-on-right post-election denunciations. * Alicatte has some advice for French actresses hoping to age well. * The American enterpreneurial imagination marches on. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * All you really need to know about life on earth, from Fred Reed, and from the War Nerd. * DVD-extras package of the week: Adrian Lyne's "Unfaithful" -- amoral, cold-blooded, sexy, psychologically acute, and now available for less than 10 bucks. It's a beautiful film, IMHO, with extras that are well worth exploring. Lyne's commentary track is frank and amusing; he's remarkably upfront when discussing what he hoped to get on film and whether he thinks he succeeded or not. In some included interviews, Diane Lane makes some rueful / earthy / perceptive remarks, and various film-team members laugh about what a bullying-but-rewarding butt-pain Lyne is to work for. * Colleen has had the inspired idea of scanning old personal photos into the computer and posting them on her blog. One particular -- and not totally unexpected -- theme seems to be emerging ... * Slow Food celebrates its sixth. Tim Worstall thinks the Slow Food movement must be made up of idiots. And with that, I can feel the Nyquil starting to kick in. Best and good night, [sound of feverish, groggy head hitting Apple Wireless Keyboard] Michael... posted by Michael at November 11, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Friday, November 10, 2006


Derek Lowe is On the Market
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Brilliant guy, first-class blogger, and scientist of note Derek Lowe could use a new job. Given that I read Derek with as much pleasure as I do any current writer about science, I'm rooting for major magazines and newspapers to shower Derek with offers to be a featured science columnist myself. For all I know, though, Derek might prefer to continue practicing science ... In any case, there's a hot property on the market, and if you're interested in availing yourself of a great opportunity you'd do well to move quickly. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 10, 2006 | perma-link | (0) comments





Wednesday, November 8, 2006


Initial Confusion
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- This subject has been bugging me for years and years. But fear not! ... I'll try to vent as gently as possible. You see, we were in the Nordstrom in Santa Barbara trying to locate gaucho pants for Nancy and a sales clerk told us to check over at "bp." Uh, "bp" -- whazzat? It turned out that "bp" was a sub-location of their Brass Plum department. And Brass Plum? It has been around for years and I have no clue what it's supposed to signify beyond simply being a department name. That's a side-issue; let's get to the meat of this post. Which is ... When I encounter initials I usually have no idea what they stand for. If I'm remotely typical of most folks, then use of initials ought to be counter-productive, No? This initial thing has been going on for quite a spell. For starters, consider SPQR. Or INRI. In 19th century America we had GAR and GOP. And in the 20th there were AAA, IRS and NRA (no, not that NRA -- the other one, dummy!). Hmm. Two prominent NRAs. One NRA is slightly dated, having to do with FDR. Still, cause for confusion, absent clear context. From the military we get AWOL, SNAFU and FIGMO. Although it might not be original to computer programmers, I associate FUBAR with them. The Internet has FWIW, OTOH, LOL and other abbreviations that can bring my reading to a halt if I'm not in the know. Some initials that really get my goat are MLB, ALCS and NLCS. I can see why sports page editors use them when the ink budget is tight, but they are still so new and unfamiliar enough to me that I can lose the thread of what I'm reading. Businesses can be some of the worst offenders. Okay, IBM is known to nearly everyone. But what about BNSF (or SNCF if you're thinking of going to France)? Sometimes I get marketing phone calls where the guy on the other end of the line identifies himself as being affiliated with [string of initials here]. Clear to him, but not to me or most others who are too lame-brained to hang up immediately if there's a one-second pause after you say "Hello." Some companies devote many years and many millions of dollars to promote a set of initials that will rival IBM. Sadly for most such efforts, the result is yet another example of insider jargon. Given the tendency of the English language to conciseness, all my complaining here will be wasted effort. I'll just have to continue to tough it. Oh. Did you notice that, aside from "bp" I didn't translate any of those initials I threw at you? Just my attempt to get with the program and play the game the way it's played these days. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 8, 2006 | perma-link | (17) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Bookgasm's Alan Mott finds Jewel Shepherd's memoir of her life as a Z-movie starlet "If I'm So Famous, How Come Nobody's Ever Heard of Me?" surprisingly tough, amusing, and touching. When I read the book a few years ago, I did too. * A mouthful of watermelon bubble gum sets Raymond Pert off on some romantic, Proustian musings. * Tosy and Cosh volunteers his list of Top Ten Novels. * Isn't life supposed to get better when you give up the booze and the drugs? Crafty Latvian shows that reforming your ways sometimes leads to even tougher challenges. * I'm having a good time catching up with "The Ordinary Adventures of Tomas, The Invisible Friend." This is an ongoing, one-page comic-strip that -- Oh, it's too hard to explain. But Tomas and his non-adventures have an oddball, droll charm. * Steve and Reid compare thoughts and impressions about some Central Asian Bronze Age petroglyphs. * Henry Payne's review of how California's anti-affirmative-action Proposition 209 has played out is full of eye-openers. For instance, did you know that black public-college graduation rates in California have gone up significantly since Prop. 209 was passed? How could anyone construe this as a bad thing? * ">Anne Thompson's visit with George Miller, director of the upcoming dancing-penguins movie, reveals how complex making computer-animated feature films is. It took Miller, for instance, two years just to get the workshop in which his team would work ready. Making these films sounds like an overwhelming lot of too-damn-much-trouble to me. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 8, 2006 | perma-link | (6) comments





Monday, November 6, 2006


Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Long-time 2Blowhards readers know that I'm fond of illustration, even though I don't write about it much. Fortunately, there are some blogs and Web sites that focus on the subject. Unfortunately, I've done a rotten job of directing readers to those sites. To atone for my sins of omission, here's what's happening on two sites I like: David Apatoff's excellent Illustration Art blog recently discussed Stanley Melzoff's 1963 paintings of ancient Greece that appeared in Life magazine. In two immediately preceding posts, he delved into abstract art. If I understand his position, it comes down to the oh-so-hard-to-define thing called "beauty." I agree. Some abstract paintings are indeed beautiful to my eyes too. And I suspect that David and I also agree that much current art is not beautiful. The same could be said regarding a fair amount of 1890-1965 illustration and most contemporary illustration. These are my opinions, and not necessarily David's; I need to write something more lengthy on this matter. One thing that bothers me about recent art and illustration is the denial of beauty as an objective of art. A primary artistic goal seems to be creating "edginess," which strikes me as being a form of anti-beauty. Also take a look at Paul Giambarba's 100 Years of Illustration and Design. Giambarba made of career of illustration and design, so he offers a true insider's perspective. Currently on the site is a presentation of packaging designs he did for Polaroid in the 60s and 70s. Scroll down a ways for presentations of illustrations by Al Parker and Jon Whitcomb. Giambarba admits he and other young illustrators (in the 40s and 50s) thought Whitcomb's work was a wee tad icky (my word, not his), but I get the impression he's reconsidering that. * Some comments to my last post (here) are leading me to ponder announcing my travel plans here on 2Blowhards. In one instance, I was gently called to task for bypassing a museum I easily could have visited. My plea was ignorance of the San Diego art museum scene. Had I been alerted in advance, my faux pas might have been avoided. What do you think? For journalistic (make that eyeball-grabbing) reasons we already include a lot of personal information in blog posts. Is more of this really called for? Or would knowledgeable, local tips in Comments improve the potential content of this blog? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 6, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Saturday, November 4, 2006


Bad Cellphone Behavior
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Another poll! Which is more reprehensible: The person who talks on his/her cellphone ... While at a busy ATM stop? While executing a transaction with a cashier? Or while in a crowded elevator? Nate Davis blogged about what it's like to be the cashier when your customer is on the cellphone. I wrote about the different ways men and women use cellphones here; I bitched about the ways cellphones promote self-centered behavior here and here; and I praised the cellphone thriller "Cellular" here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 4, 2006 | perma-link | (23) comments





Friday, November 3, 2006


Two Wheels
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Some people are really good at balancing on two wheels! Hard to choose, but I think my favorite may be the guy with the big mirror. Or maybe the one carrying the car body. But the guy transporting the cage full of pigs is pretty impressive too ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 3, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Thursday, November 2, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * John Derbyshire confesses that he has given up on Christianity and become a Colin McGinn-style Mysterian. Rod Dreher, who experienced his own religious crisis recently, comments. * The well-groomed, everything-goes-with-everything-else modern woman needs this product. * Keely has a plausible theory about what has made her so popular. (NSFW) * Thanks to Scott Chaffin for pointing out these astounding photos. * Here's a lovely waste of good money: How about using Federal funds to try to prevent people in their 20s from having sex? * Jazz fans will be in pig heaven exploring the videos uploaded -- 556 so far! -- by Bob Erwig. Clark Terry, Bud Powell, George Shearing, Buck Clayton ... And I've only worked my way through the first 20 of them. I'm now Bob's 449th subscriber. * Larry Auster calls Tamar Jacoby a "liar." * QuietBubble turns 30 and treats himself to a special meal. * Helen can't see that "The Devil Wears Prada" is up to much. * Shouting Thomas has begun working out at a new gym. * If you don't record the act on video, then what's the point of doing it at all? (Extra NSFW) * One of the day's sadder ironies ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 2, 2006 | perma-link | (30) comments





Wednesday, November 1, 2006


Taking Chances
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- All due respect to the recently and dearly departed, of course. But really, Steve Irwin was lucky to last as long as he did, wasn't he? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 1, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, October 31, 2006


Really Permanent Advertising
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A charming byproduct of buying a new car is the dealer's effort to plug his business courtesy of the purchaser's acquiescence or negligence. Nowadays this is usually in the form of a license plate frame displaying the dealer's name, town and perhaps another brief item. A casual census while cruising along Bay Area freeways suggests that 50-60 percent of car owners don't bother to remove the frames after taking delivery, the dealer kindly having attached the frames beforehand. Up in Washington and Oregon, the percentage looks closer to 40. Some of the remaining cars have no frames at all and the rest have owner-selected frames. Capitalist tool though I am, for some reason I really hate those dealer-supplied frames. So I remove them. (Currently my car sports a frame I bought at Dear Old Penn's bookstore. This is baffling, because I have a lot of Penn issues -- a whole lot right now, having recently read the latest issue of The Pennsylvania Gazette.) Dealers in the Seattle area, where I grew up, always used frames to advertise (as best I remember). But matters were far more serious elsewhere. In the northeast back in the 60s and early 70s I saw a lot of cars with metal dealer plaques or medallions that were screwed onto the car's trunk lid. Did I just say "screwed?" You betcha. Both the new car owner and his shiny new metal steed got screwed. Royally, in my opinion. Possibly the worst offense, in my eyes, was that these plaques were usually ugly little things. Cheap looking. I take that back. The absolute worst part of the things was that they were essentially permanently attached. Proper removal would have to be done at a body shop -- the holes would have to be filled in, the lead buffed smooth and lid repainted. I remember buying a new car in the Albany area in 1974 and demanding that no dealer plaque be installed. Fortunately, they honored my wish. Do dealers still attach those vile things? I haven't noticed any lately, but I spend most of my time in the West where they were never as common as they were farther east. Can someone fill me and the rest of us in regarding dealer plaques? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 31, 2006 | perma-link | (9) comments





Monday, October 30, 2006


World's Fanciest McDonalds?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Where is the world's fanciest McDonalds restaurant? I don't know for certain, never having come close to eating in all umpteen gazillion of their stores. Nevertheless, fearlessly armored in my ignorance, I'll offer my candidate for the title because it sure is the fanciest one I've ever seen. [Takes envelope from tux-wearing flunky] It's ... the McDonalds in Budapest's West Station!! Here is a photo it took of the interior when I was there in late September. McDonalds restaurant and coffee house, West Station, Budapest. The McCafe (coffee house) is on the upper level, the restaurant below. As noted in the caption, it's a two-story affair. The restaurant is on the lower level. Atop it is a "McCafe," McDonalds' answer to Starbucks. Although the company has experimented with the McCafe concept in the USA, it apparently was launched in Australia in the early 1990s. This information was turned up in a quick Google search which also unearthed a page extolling their coffee houses in Ireland. The only McCafe I've patronized was in Moscow in 2005, but I stumbled across one in Munich this year while desperately seeking a restroom. The West Station McDonalds was two or three block north of the hotel where we stayed. The station itself (noteworthy because it was designed by Gustave Eiffel's firm) is pretty run-down, as the larger East Station also seemed to be, judging from a quick look at its exterior. (The part of Budapest near the Danube River looked a lot more spiffy than it did in 1998, the last time I was there. But the drive along Rakoczi from East Station towards downtown revealed an area nearly as seedy as it was eight years ago. Okay, that's a large area. What puzzles me is why the West Station looked so ratty -- especially on the inside -- so many years after Communism fell.) The McDonalds is in a small wing adjoining the main station building to the south. The contrast between it and the main part of the station is stark. Here are some pictures of the station that I grabbed off the Web to show the setting. Main part of West Station, Budapest. Panning to the south. McDonalds is in the low structure to the right of the main building. Taller buildings on the right are not part of the station complex. Can anyone top my candidate McDonalds? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 30, 2006 | perma-link | (9) comments





Saturday, October 28, 2006


More on 1954 NYC Guidebook
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The recent post containing excerpts from a 1954 New York City guidebook attracted several requests for more quotations and other information. I'm happy to comply. But be warned that this will be a long post due to the amount of detail involved. Let me start by quoting from Benjamin Hemric's comment to the previous posting. Benjamin is one of 2Blowhards' supermaven readers where New York City is concerned. My replies and / or quotes from the guidebook (prefaced by a bold-face headline -- part of the quotation) are inserted where appropriate. One of the things I like about such old guidebooks is that often can tell you indirectly quite a bit about the time and the place (e.g., what is valued and what isn't, where various businesses, like the publisher, are located, etc.), and I especially like that the author appears to be an opinionated guide, rather than just an objective lister of facts -- or worse, just a repackager of various press releases, etc. I have the reprint of the "1939 WPA Guide to New York," and I have some guidebook-like books (souvenir booklets and taxi drivers' directories) from the early 1960s. However, it would be interesting to hear about the city in-between those times. If you have the time, here are the things I hope you get a chance to took at: 1) Is there a listing for the Gilbert Hall of Science. A.C. Gilbert, who was really a remarkable guy (look him up in Wikipedia), had a toy company that had a small museum / showroom on Fifth Ave. I wonder if it is listed as an attraction? GILBERT HALL OF SCIENCE, 1 W. 25th St. (corner of 5th Ave.) -- home of the Erector set, American Flyer electric trains, Gilbert scientific toys (chemistry, magic sets, toy microscopes, etc.). 80-foot model railroad, push-button scientific exhibits are part of an elaborate toy display. Group tours (by appointment) include a magic show. [Page 95] 2) Also, nearby, the Lionel train people also had a very nice showroom that was open to the public. 3) At one time, there was a Museum of Science and Industry in Rockefeller Center -- although it may have been gone by 1954. If the museum is listed, I wonder where the entrance was? Nobody seems to really know. Sorry, but I didn't notice any reference to it. The guidebook doesn't go into much detail on any subject, I'm afraid. 4) I wonder what it says about the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Although it was probably the largest museum in America at the time, it was tiny in those days compared to what it is today. It gets two mentions: Metropolitan Museum of Art, 5th Avenue at 82nd Street -- one of the world's great museums; varied permanent exhibits, many special showings. Free daily, Sun. afternoons. [Page 17] METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART, 80th to 84th Streets -- 5th Avenue bus to 82nd Street -- sprawling monumental building along the... posted by Donald at October 28, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments





Friday, October 27, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * More classic cat footage. (Link thanks to Kirsten Mortensen.) * Camille Paglia weighs in. * Doug Bentin recalls the scary pleasures of reading Robert ("Psycho") Bloch. * Urban specialists Fred Siegel and Harry Siegel are now blogging. * Why am I so late in catching up with Gawain's marvelous and wide-ranging cultureblogging? Recently he has been thinking about Sei Shonagon and enjoying Peter Brooks' film of The Mahabharata. More people ought to be spending time and brainpower on Sei Shonagon and The Mahabharata, sez I. Have I mentioned recently how much I love a lot of Asian art? And how patchy my knowledge of it is? Sigh ... * Los Lobos sure do a kickin' job with "La Bamba," don't they? Their version of "Let's Go" is a mood-lifter too. * Is there anything more lovely than Glenn Gould playing Orlando Gibbons? * Yahmdallah pointed out this page of dazzling, Magritte-like photographs. * John Massengale celebrates the great bookstores. * Kevin Pacheco alerts us to the Gap's new campaign, which makes eye-popping use of nonsense brackets. * WhiskyPrajer notices a useful and surprising "10 Best Western Novels" list by the crime novelist George Pelecanos. WP himself has been struggling with pagination. Why is pagination such a puzzle and a chore in so many word processors? * The worlds of neoburlesque and live literary readings are cross-fertilizing. Erotica writer Polly Frost interviews Canadian writer and impresario Nichole McGill about the scene. * He's an Austrian-leaning mostly-libertarian kinda guy, but even Tyler Cowen has to admit that life in Sweden can be pretty nice. (Here, here, here.) Many readers chip in interesting comments. * American women: And you think you've got some progress yet to make ... * Tim Worstall casts a skeptical eye at the gender gap. * Prairie Mary turns out to be a fan of war movies. * Watching this startling video makes Charlton Griffin want to take refuge in some end-of-civilization thoughts. * Steve Bodio shows off a beautiful French rifle. Reid Farmer watches the launch of a spy satellite. * SY Affolee offers a glimpse of her prep work for National Novel Writing Month. Hey, is it considered kosher to do prep work for NanoWriMo? * Why not check out the first Mobile Phone Film Fest? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 27, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments





Thursday, October 26, 2006


NYC Guidebook, 1954
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- One item I turned up a couple of months ago when I was moving out of the apartment was a 1954 New York City guidebook. Quite likely it was the one my parents bought for our big 1956 trip from Seattle to Detroit (to pick up our new 1956 DeSoto at the factory) and on to the East Coast and return. For the record, it's Complete Guide to New York City by Andrew Hepburn, a publication of The American Travel Service, distributed by Houghton Mifflin Company. Price: one dollar. Just for fun I thought I'd pass along some snippets, and here they are. Subways. New York's subway system, much maligned and a vast burden to taxpayers, is one of the most remarkable railways in the world. From the standpoint of volume of traffic it is easily the world's biggest -- nearly two billion fare-paying passengers are carried each year by all lines. The fare is 15 [cents], paid by token. [Page 4] Third Avenue Elevated -- Last of a once big system of elevated railroads, itself doomed to come down, is a picturesque, noisy, and not unpleasant way of travel. The line runs from City Hall north along 3rd Avenue the Length of Manhattan, and to 210th Street in the Bronx. It recently stopped running trains week ends. [Page 4] [Greenwich Village] So gay and gaudy was the reputation of Greenwich Village at one time -- as a center for artistic expression and unconventional life -- that now many visitors are surprised and disappointed to discover that much of the artistic front is false; that other things in the Village are just as important as artists and their work. [Page 52] Metropolitan Opera House fills the area between 40th and 39th Streets, Broadway and 7th Avenue, with an ugly, old building that deserves more attention than it receives. For almost 70 years it has been a mecca for music lovers, home theater for distinguished opera singers, New York's and the nation's headquarters for operatic entertainment. The interior, with five balconies, 35 boxes and great stage, has a luxurious, classic, old-world elegance in sharp contrast to the shabby exterior. [Page 28] THE THEATER. There are now 34 theaters ("legitimate" in Broadwayese) that stage conventional theatrical entertainment. The number offering shows varies with the season, often drops to as low as 20. To get tickets, you can mail a check (or go) to the box office, or you can use an agent. The agent's fee is limited by law to $1.20 per ticket, including tax. Ticket prices per seat usually range from $1.65 to $6.60 for musicals, $1.10 to $4.40 for other shows, tax included. [Page 33] For visitors interested in shopping ... BLOOMINGDALE BROS., Lexington Ave. at 59th Street -- 7 floors, 2 basements; full range of departments. Features a delicacy shop (imported food specialties), wine shop (selected European vintners), pet shop (harnesses, collars, leashes, canine costume jewelry), a fine furniture department with emphasis on... posted by Donald at October 26, 2006 | perma-link | (24) comments





Wednesday, October 25, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Hard to believe, I know, but child poverty is on the rise in LA county. Now why would that be? ... Digging deep to avoid the obvious, the LA Times blames the situation on the cost of housing. * Did you read the one about the English schoolgirl who -- having asked to be taught in English -- wound up in jail? * Eating out is the new eating in. * Why can't food recipes be copyrighted? Tyler Cowen and commenters propose lots of possible reasons. * So Yahmdallah sends this great idea for a compilation album to Rhino ... * Squub hopes Axl Rose is listening. * Steve Sailer (and correspondents) wonder if we're on the verge of running out of melodies. * Raymond Pert wishes that Neil Diamond would do a gig in hipper-than-hip Eugene, Ore. * It may be too late for cod. * I enjoyed Jeet Heer's article about the uneasy but close relations between literature and smut. * Rachel could have used a more adroit compliment. * In 1995, an American artist, William Utermohlen, learned that he had Alzheimer's. He began making self-portraits and continued doing so until he completely lost his abilities a couple of years ago. The New York Times reports, and runs a sad and moving series of Utermohlen's pictures. * Searchie writes that blogging saved her life. * Journalistic conventions and understandings in other cultures can be different than what we're used to. Oh, by the way: Have I mentioned that if you hand me an envelope full of bills I'll write a nice blog posting about you? * David Brooks thinks Andrew Sullivan's new book "The Conservative Soul" is important. So does this guy. * Wow. Someone sure didn't enjoy Sofia Coppola's new movie ... * Moira and David have been visiting the Four Corners. Scroll up and down their blog for many stunning photos of this spectacular area. *The youthful mania for body art is forcing employers to rewrite dress codes. * Daniel Libeskind's Denver Museum of Art features tons of his patented "Cabinet of Dr. Caligari" spaces, many of which turn out to be ... well, let's say a little challenging to display art in. * A mysterious someone has vowed to go without conventional TV for a year, blogging all the way. * Have college Republicans become less thoughtful than they once were? Daniel McCarthy strongly suspects that they have. Daniel completes his thoughts and musings here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 25, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments




Donald Does Pebble: Field Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Please don't become green with envy while reading this post. It might not be necessary. It's about our most recent visit to the Lodge at Pebble Beach golf links near Carmel-by-the-Sea on the central California coast. Glorious weather. None of that summer fog. Sunshine and 71 degrees Fahrenheit, just like it was exactly 45 years ago while I experienced that delightful nearby spa and health club called Fort Ord. Here are some photos I took. View on entering the main lounge. The outside light overwhelmed the exposure meter, so it's hard to make out details of the room. For instance, in the center foreground is a railing for a small overlook just inside the entry. Looking across the lounge towards the bar. This shows the room better. Two more painting are on the wall opposite the one shown. Closer view of the terrace. Nancy and I went there because ... well, partly Just Because. That and the fact that I'd lost my beloved orange Pebble Beach baseball cap and was looking for a replacement at the golf shop across the lawn from the Lodge. The weather and setting were so perfect we dallied in the lounge over a mocha and hot chocolate. Total cost for this reverse-slumming? Less than 20 bucks. It set us back $8.75 to get onto 17-Mile Drive and the drinks and tip came to less than $10. Okay, the new cap's list price was $29.50, Nancy spent about double that for a Christmas present for an in-law, and I bought Nancy earrings at the jewelry store near the golf shop. But all that was needed to cover entry and our seats was $20 minus change. Conclusion: Ritz can be cheap. Try it. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 25, 2006 | perma-link | (6) comments





Saturday, October 21, 2006


Long-Distance Driving
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yesterday I drove 900 miles. Plus or minus 10 or so. It was from central California to Seattle averaging 60 miles per hour, including all stops, until I hit the Portland Friday afternoon commute and was reduced to a crawl. Total time was 16 1/2 hours, but if it had been a Saturday I would have missed the commute traffic and might have made the trip in 15 hours. I don't much mind long-distance driving, but other people hate it. My wife hates it. My father was ready to throw in the sponge after six hours behind the wheel. I've lost track of how many times I've driven between Washington and California. But I do know how many times I've driven between West Coast places such as Seattle or San Francisco and East Coast locales such as Albany and Philadelphia. Twenty times. All of that took place between 1965 and 1982. Nowadays I normally fly if the trip is more than 400 miles or so. Why did I do it at all, let alone so many times? Some of it had to do with fear of flying; until my children were born, I was a sweaty-palms flyer. Another factor was cost. In the days before deregulation, flying generally was expensive and my budget was limited, especially in the late 60s when I was in grad school. In at least four cases I drove because I was moving between coasts and had to transport my car as well as possessions. Thanks to the Interstate highway system drives of 500 and more miles a day are fairly easy for many drivers. At the 60 mph pace I maintained the first ten hours of Friday's trip I could have reached New York City in three 16-hour driving days. Things were tougher when I did most of my transcontinental driving. When I made my first trip in 1965 I was able to use toll freeways such as the Pennsylvania Turnpike for much of my driving east of Chicago. Farther west the Interstate system was pretty sketchy, but growing year by year. Because new Interstate mileage was being rolled out annually, I found myself buying a new road atlas each year to keep up. I recall spending hours planning trips -- looking at alternative routes in order to to find the optimal low-driving-time solution. A typical transcontinental trip would take me four, sometimes five days. In the 60s I was held back by having to share two-lane U.S. highways with trucks, travel trailers and other items that slowed things down. By the 70s, the freeway system was largely complete, but then the post-1973 55 mph speed limit kicked in. The difference between driving 55 and 70 matters little on trips of an hour or two. But on, say, a ten-hour driving day that 15 mph translates into 150 fewer miles covered. My experience is that the limiting factors for a driving day are hours driven and how difficult the... posted by Donald at October 21, 2006 | perma-link | (24) comments





Saturday, October 14, 2006


Travel Tongues
Donald Pittenger writes Dear Blowhards -- They say it's a good idea when traveling where other languages are spoken to be able to say things such as "good morning" or "thank you" in the local tongue. The theory is that it flatters the natives because you made the effort to learn at least a tiny bit of their language. Maybe so, maybe not. Not being bilingual, I don't know how I would react were I a shopkeeper or hotel clerk and someone helloed me and then immediately switched to Ukrainian. On our tour to Russia and the Baltic area last year, the tour director passed out phrase-sheets every time we crossed a linguistic border. Then he'd coach us with the pronunciation. On this year's tour of central Europe, the director went through the phrases but omitted the cheat sheets. I paid no heed to any of it. This is because I'm not a "quick study" when it comes to languages. I take care to pack pocket phrase books for use in emergencies. So am I one of those boorish American tourists? Yes and no. I don't go soft and slobbery over other cultures, that's for sure. If there's a folk dinner and entertainment offered as a tour supplement, I'll take pains to avoid it. But I do a few things in an effort to make travel smoother. For instance, if I already know something about a language I'll try to use it as much as I can. I used German quite a bit on my recent trip. I can buy stuff in stores and restaurants using French and order meals in Italian. I've even ordered items at McDonalds using Dutch, Russian and Czech -- the latter cases because I could pronounce the names of items on the menu boards. Which leads to the strategy I use outside the Germanic and Romance linguistic orbits. I try to learn how written words are pronounced. Not the same as knowing "hello," mind you. But it helps me recognize cognate words or to guess the meaning of other words next to the ones I already know. And by knowing a few nouns I sometimes can get by simply uttering the word for water or subway. I don't know any Russian to speak of, but know the alphabet. This allowed me to wander the streets of Moscow reading street signs and furtively correlating the names with those on a street map I brought along in a back pocket of my jeans. Were I to stay in a country for more than the two or three days tour groups give you, I probably would begin to learn the helloes and other common phrases. And if my stay was for longer then a month, I'd probably make a serious effort to learn the language, difficult though that is for me. What do you do when you pay a short visit to a country where you know zilch of their language? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 14, 2006 | perma-link | (17) comments





Friday, October 13, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Tyler Cowen recommends his favorite books by new Nobelist Orhan Pamuk. I seem to remember that Tatyana read Pamuk's "Snow" not too long ago and enjoyed it. * Dr. Feelgood provides an anthology of opinion columnists in the form of one-sentence summaries. * Steven Heller and Charles Hively discuss "The Rise and Fall of Illustration." Here's the website of the beautiful magazine Hively edits and publishes. * Scott fixes the Mexico problem and the mideast problem with one masterstroke. * Tasha lets the mood of the music get to her. * Is it really wise for the Dems to be running this weirdo for Congressman from Minnesota? * I'm nominating Neil for L.A. Design Czar. * Thanks to Brian, who points out this mouth-watering collection of MP3 files and video clips at the Mises Institute on the theme of the economics of culture. I haven't sampled the fare yet, but Brian tells me that much of it is based on Tyler Cowen's wonderful "In Praise of Commercial Culture." * Boomers are once again joining communes. * Brian James makes documentaries about the San Francisco porn world. He talks to Film Threat about what he has witnessed and learned. * MD is in the running! * The Patriarch sums up 38 years of hard-won wisdom in two short life-lessons. Best, MIchael... posted by Michael at October 13, 2006 | perma-link | (16) comments





Thursday, October 12, 2006


Catholic to Orthodox
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- After a lot of soul-searching, Rod Dreher converts from Catholicism to the Orthodox Church. I haven't taken a look at the Comments on his posting yet. 181 of them so far! I wonder how people are taking Rod's announcement. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 12, 2006 | perma-link | (6) comments




Scrambled (Egg) Secrets
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I don't want to turn this into a foodie blog, but ... I do like to mix topics as best I can. And I have a long list of subjects plus a pile of digital photos from my Central European trip that shouldn't be dumped on you all at once. So I've been reduced to dealing with The Art and Science of Cooking Scrambled Eggs. My wife thinks I do a top-notch job of scrambling eggs. I simply thought I was just doing an ordinary task. What's my secret? Hmm. I don't get distracted. I'm not dashing around the kitchen, the rest of the house or even the yard. I'm not over on the family room couch reading the sports page. I'm standing right there by the stove keepin' those eggs movin'. That's it. Oh, I also keep the electric burner set at the high end of the "Low" range. And I stir with one of those rubber-tipped cleaning spatulas -- the curved part of the spatula allows me to sweep around the edge of the frying pan, avoiding egg-film build-up. Scrambled eggs are easy. What I need to figure out is how to do a decent job of frying three or so eggs at a time when the frying pan tilts due to the weight of the handle. Those #@*&&@! eggs just run into each other. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 12, 2006 | perma-link | (18) comments





Tuesday, October 10, 2006


Airplanes Overhead
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- At our Seattle house I often hear sounds of airplanes overhead. Some folks hate the sounds of airplane engines. I rather enjoy them. I suppose my quirk is related to when and where I was a boy. That was in Seattle during the 1940s. Seattle has been an aircraft town for 90 years, thanks to the presence of Boeing. But when I was young, the greatest factor was the (now defunct) Sand Point Naval Air Station located a little more than an air mile from my house in northeast Seattle. Sand Point was hopping during World War 2 of course, but it stayed quite busy well into the 1950s because it was an important Naval Air Reserve station. The runway was too short for serious jet use (I recall seeing Navy versions of T-33 trainers there, but that was about all), so its value declined starting in the mid-50s. The most commonly heard (and seen) planes for me during and shortly after the war were DC3 airliners, PBY and PBM flying boat patrol bombers, TBF Avenger torpedo bombers and F6F Hellcat fighters. By 1950 or thereabouts, the F6Fs were replaced by F8F Bearcats that were so fast they sometimes outran their sounds when seen from a distance -- something one normally associates with jets. Patrol bombers were PB4Ys, the naval version of the WW2 B-24 Army bomber. I recall them making a huge amount of noise when a number of them were warming up their motors before morning flights. The plane I remember best was the PBY (see photo below). Being a flying boat, it had a broad belly. And its engines were closely spaced thanks to its raised wing. Seen from the ground, PBYs often looked like they had only one engine, one being obscured by the fat fuselage. Consolidated PBY Catalina. The planes I see and hear nowadays are mostly jetliners on takeoff and landing flight paths for SeaTac airport. They aren't nearly as various and interesting as what I witnessed in, say, 1948. Nevertheless I find them curiously comforting. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 10, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Sunday, October 8, 2006


My Grandfather's Necktie
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- One day in 1963 my grandfather dressed himself in a dark suit with vest, striped long-sleeved shirt, gold pocket watch on a chain and a necktie held in place by a stick pin. Two things were unusual about that day. First, it was the day that he was going to move to a nursing home. Second, that morning he seated himself on his rocking chair to gaze out the window. And died. What was usual was how he was dressed. As long as I knew him, he tended to dress for business, though he was in business only briefly when he was young. I suppose the tie came off at times, perhaps during hot Spokane summer days. And he did wear woolen Pendleton shirts more often as he aged. But he never, ever dressed very casually. Why? My guess is that it was a status thing. In much of the USA -- and especially here on the West Coast -- many people dress casually all the time, even office workers. Before I retired I affected a preppy sweater-and-chinos look except when I had to appear "in public" where I donned jacket and tie. The important thing about this, so far as this essay is concerned, is that when nearly everyone dresses casually it becomes difficult to tell where they stand socially until you talk to them or get other information about them. Even more interesting, this phenomenon is pretty much voluntary. It's not quite the same thing as mandatory wearing of jump suits or overalls in a Japanese-owned factory. Things were different in the 1880s and 1890s, my grandfather's formative years. Back then, what we now call blue and white collar workers wore distinctive garb. As a young man, my grandfather worked in a glamorous, high-tech industry -- railroading. At least one of his early jobs was as a crewman on freight trains. I know this because, as the result of an unfortunate interaction with a coupling, he lost his left foot; the amputation was just above the ankle. Since you don't go gandy-dancin' on one foot, he had to change his trade. Wanting to stay in railroading, he learned Morse Code and became a telegrapher and pretty much remained one the rest of his career. I need to mention that he had only an average education for his time, leaving school after the eighth grade. Since the telegrapher job was an office job, he was able to claim white collar status albeit on a pretty low rung of that ladder. Okay, I never talked with him about this topic, so it's possible I got everything wrong here. But I suspect I'm essentially correct. Lord knows he kept dressing "white collar" for decades following his retirement when he had no strong objective reason for proving anything to anyone. For what it's worth, when he was alive I never thought about him and his dress in the terms expressed above. The suit, vest, watch, tie,... posted by Donald at October 8, 2006 | perma-link | (20) comments





Saturday, October 7, 2006


Arabs, Steve
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Steve points out a helpful list of "Observations on Arabs." * Steve himself is running a fund-raising drive. If you think, as I do, that Steve is doing as much to keep journalism vital and challenging as anyone around today, you'll head right over and toss some bills his way. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 7, 2006 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, October 4, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * In 1969, Monte Davis was looking for a guru. What he found instead was the legendary scholar of myth, Joseph Campbell. * Smart shoppers evidently know not only where to shop but when to shop. * Becky knows how to liven up an otherwise dreary suburban day, that's for sure. (NSFW) * Cartoonist Tom Hart tries to update some old rants and finds himself in a mental loop. * The mayor of Padua says that the wall he has built between an African neighborhood and the rest of the city is, y'know, nothing more sinister than a crime-fighting tool. * Do mixed-racial kids always grow up to be catwalk-worthy beauties? Mr. Tall encounters a lot of people who think so. * Meet the designers. Me, I think the short, self-contained video interview is a much-underexploited form. * And I thought it would be hilarious to live in Intercourse, PA ... * How to handle the callback, according to Colleen. * It's now official: Playing with Photoshop beats having in-the-flesh sex. * Kellogg, Idaho may have been a polluted mining town, but native son Raymond Pert still recalls the place with fondness. * That girl in all those '60s beach movies? The one who was Twisting like a maniac? She was played, most of the time, by one performer: Candy Johnson. Candy livened up the '60s in another way too: she was responsible for bringing back the fringed flapper-style mini-dress. * Was Pamela Green the Bettie Page of England? * Darrell notices that he's reading less fiction. Is it because of the web? Does age play a role? * DarkoV recalls the era when something called "record players" deposited stacks of Readers Digest compilations on something called "turntables." Another world ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 4, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Thursday, September 28, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Nobel season is upon us, notices Derek Lowe. According to Derek, the smart money thinks it's a race between the green fluorescent protein folks and the organometallic crowd. * The only two movies Rachel has ever walked out on were arty sex films. That's my favorite genre! * Geeks in need of a few tips about how to approach girls might want to schedule a session with these folks. * Lewis Beale thinks it's too bad there aren't more hot-Jewish-dude roles, but celebrates what he thinks is an era of Hot Jewish Babes. * It seems that the Photoshopped-together ad parody is one of the premier art forms of the 21st century. * Reid Farmer testifies that, when encountered in sufficiently large numbers, bats smell like wet, dirty dogs. * Rod Lott can't play chess worth a damn, but he loves reading about the game. * Lynne Kiesling shares some wisdom about tea bags. * Is there a difference any longer between a pop show and a porn video? * I loved the reasons Cowtown Pattie gives for being a blogger. My favorite line in her posting: "Some of us are waiting for that big catch, but most of us just enjoy the fishing." That's for double-sure. * Being a Baptist is hell on the waistline. * Searchie decides that Crocs are beautiful after all. * Digital photos aren't going to yellow or fall apart. What does that mean for memory? asks Nate Davis. * Asiatown77 -- who has been around -- shares some national stereotypes with us less-traveled sorts. * On the road in the Southwest, Claire snaps some nifty shots of the spectacular Arches National Park. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 28, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, September 27, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Ah, the NSFW fantasy lives of geeks ... * Francis Morrone is as unenthusiastic about glass boxes -- whether of the old-fashioned straight-sided kind or the new-fangled crumpled-up kind -- as I am. In a recent posting, Francis celebrates a handsome and very solid New Classical concert hall that has recently opened in Nashville. I'm sold. Designed by David M. Schwartz (well-known for his Bass Performance Hall in Fort Worth), the Nashville concert hall is likely to look as good and to work as well in 100 years as it does now. * E.F. ("Small is Beautiful") Schumacher thought that our preoccupation with GNP (as GDP was then called) did damage to many other values. * David Chute is saving up his nickels in order to buy this beautiful-looking boxed DVD set. Shameful filmbuff confession: I've never seen "Judex." * Could the Muslim slave trade in Christians have exceeded the Atlantic slave trade in Africans? "The effect on the European coastal populations was dramatic," writes John Derbyshire. "Entire areas were depopulated." * 2Blowhards' very own "Confessions of a Naked Model" columnist Molly Crabapple is now on YouTube. And ain't she cute! * Ernst Poulson samples the newest versions of e-paper, and concludes that it'll be a few years yet until e-paper is a plausible product for everyday consumers. * Steve Sailer takes a look at George Borjas' new study of the impact of our current immigration policies on the fortunes of our working-class and poor population. Edward Rubenstein argues that our nutty current immigration policies don't just hurt the poor, they also contribute to growing inequality. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 27, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Saturday, September 23, 2006


George, Terry, Music on Video
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Good to see that the New York Times has begun to make use of the gifted playwright and blogger George Hunka. I liked George's recent theater evening "In Public/In Private" very much, and I interviewed George about the theater life here and here. BTW, I noticed over at Terry Teachout's blog (where I learned about George's Times gig) that Terry has created a dynamite list of YouTube music-on-video links. Scroll about halfway down the site's right-hand column and be amazed. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 23, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * They know how to do these things right down south. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Bedbugs are back. * Why don't more short-film makers have fun with stop motion? * We all have our talents, I guess. * "xgobobeanx" wonders if she should make her own Beautiful Agony video. Then she expresses her indignation that one of her videos was flagged. * Finally, a documentary film about typography and design. * Have living standards been going up faster than official figures suggest? Dean Baker gives the question a wrestle or two. * While 2Blowhards fields responses from visitors who don't enjoy Brian De Palma, Neil Kramer is receiving photos of his lady visitors' beds. What are we doing wrong? * Alicatte attends a gallery exhibit of Gap photography. She's almost buyin' it. * Are fruits and veggies fresher and tastier in Japan? * Yahmdallah isn't sure about the work of the quirky short story specialist Amy Hempel, but he's certain that the recently upgraded "Star Wars" is no improvement. * Swatstuff's short AfterEffects extravaganza may be a little one-note, but it casts a spooky spell. * Courageman confesses to a severe case of Internet porn addiction. * Steeler guy Squub goes shopping for a TV worthy of his beloved team. Steeler guy Razib gives some evo-bio thought to team loyalties. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 23, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Friday, September 22, 2006


Rough Encounter
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Tatyana has had quite an encounter. (Here, here, here.) Why isn't the ACLU on the case? Jonathan comments. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 22, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, September 20, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Ginny recalls those bewildering, topsy-turvy 1960s. * Reid Farmer tours the Southwest and stops by the zany town of Sedona, Arizona. * Shouting Thomas tells what it's like to job-hunt when you're in your 50s. * Rick Darby marvels at the new Burqa-style gowns that are being issued by some English hospitals. * Best use ever for a laser pointer. * Who needs Hollywood's version of action-adventure when you can create your own fireballs? * Prairie Mary tells why blogging suits her. * Prof. Bainbridge lays out a conservative case against Wal-Mart. And, bless him, he doesn't neglect the aesthetic end of the question. (Link thanks to Rod Dreher.) * Roger wonders how and why the telephone turned into an enemy. * Razib asks why so many Japanese Buddha sculptures have curly hair. * Jen tries to remember what she did with her favorite bra. * Life as a caveman wasn't easy, that's for sure. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin, who has got the YouTube bug bad.) * Without an expanding health care sector, would we have any economic growth at all? (Link thanks to Don McArthur.) * OK, so it isn't all guys who spend their lives perfecting absurd physical stunts ... * Tasha doesn't care that Lonelygirl15 was a fake. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 20, 2006 | perma-link | (12) comments





Friday, September 15, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Alicatte delivers a convincing pan of the new covers on Penguin's Classics Deluxe Editions. * Derek Lowe suspects that a drug researcher in search of respect probably shouldn't be working on a cure for obesity. * Science nerd SYAffolee reports that she got as much discouragement about going into science from her female teachers as she did from her male profs. * La Coquette reveals a few secrets of the Frenchwoman. I blabbed a bit about Frenchwomen here. * How much sense does it make to import thousands of immigrants who don't even know how to use a doorknob? * Susan has her misgivings about Michael Joyce's famous hypertext fiction, "Afternoon, A Story." * David Chute is lovin' "The Wire" but feeling suspicious of its point of view. Quiet Bubble is a fan of the series too. * She wants attention? She's got attention. Send 'em home happy, girl! (NSFW) * Matt Mullenix senses that brawny-backed Chicago is going soft on us. * Did you know that 60-70% of YouTube's traffic comes from MySpace? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 15, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments





Thursday, September 14, 2006


Photo Find of the Day
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Has there ever been an airplane cooler than the Flying Wing? How did that thing stay aloft? Here's Wikipedia on the Northrop YB-49. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 14, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The Patriarch writes a funny and moving stream-of-consciousness blog posting on the theme of, Y'know, all things considered, turning 38 may not be such a bad thing after all. * Here's a vehicle that makes a Hummer look like a Wussmobile. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Chronic anger and hostility appear to be bad for the health of your lungs. Maybe there's more to the old "take a deep breath" advice than we knew ... * Sighthound and ancient-breed enthusiast Steve Bodio posts some sweet photos of these goofily beautiful dogs. "Goofily beautiful" -- that's not a bad way of describing my elegant and mischievous Wife, who I sometimes tease about looking like a Saluki. * More people commit suicide in New York City than are murdered. * Stuart has started a blog about issues and experiences of interest to the heavyset. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 14, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, September 13, 2006


Sucked In
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Recently I got drawn into commentsfests prompted by Tyler Cowen on food, Dean Baker on inequality, Rod Dreher on radical nutjobs, and Michael Bierut on the design process. I was fascinated as well by Steve Sailer's discussion of GWBush's kooky deal with the King of Saudi Arabia to bring 15,000 young Saudi men to the States to study, but there was no way to leave a comment. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 13, 2006 | perma-link | (1) comments





Tuesday, September 12, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * What's it like when illegals move into the neighborhood? * Lynn turns up a well-done online Maj-jongg game. * Colleen is now a columnist! In her first installment, she offers a lot of good advice for actors. * Dr. Weevil enjoys a sly joke from Yasujiro Ozu's "Early Summer." * Jerry Flint thinks that Chrysler shouldn't mess with the PT Cruiser. (Link thanks to Virginia Postrel.) A nice line from Flint: "It is no secret that designers hate retro. They think that borrowing from the past is an insult to their sensitive talents." Too true. * It's interesting how few gals take part in projects like this one, isn't it? * Anne Thompson says that the new Brian De Palma / James Ellroy film "The Black Dahlia" is "dark, sexy, brooding, nasty. The L.A. noir mystery boasts several fabulous cinematic set pieces for cineastes to froth over." That's my kind of picture! Well, one of them anyway. * Robert Samuelson thinks that we don't give enough recognition to that informal thing that he calls "the American learning system": "community colleges; for-profit institutes and colleges; adult extension courses; online and computer-based courses; formal and informal job training; self-help books." (Link thanks to Joanne Jacobs.) * Interesting to see that Spain -- or rather the country's socialist government -- is getting tougher on illegal immigration. It's time to put an end to the idea that the debate on immigration sorts itself out according the usual left / right categories. * Here's another absurd male physical-prowess display. * Rod Dreher recalls how waking up from the leftist dream hit him. * Lex thinks highly of Jackie DeShannon. * Neil Kramer lets his penis do the talking. * David Chute has parked a lot of his postings about and reviews of Bollywood movies here. * I love the drawings at this very touching website. * A great line from Alice: "The world is full of people who think they are being ground breaking when they're just being daft." Note to self: start using the word "daft." * Someone has put a few thousand of Pauline Kael's short movie reviews up on the web. Can this be legal? (Thanks to Dave Lull.) * Tyler Cowen comes up with a list of real-life experiences a budding economist should have. * Wristwatch sales are declining as more people check the time by consulting their cellphones. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 12, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Friday, September 8, 2006


Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- This is to announce that I have made an Executive Decision. The MacBook does not go to Europe with us Saturday. At 5.5 pounds, it makes my over-the-shoulder computer bag pretty heavy. Plus it takes up space I'll need for stuffing in a windbreaker or museum store purchases. And my snazz new Verizon Internet connection won't work outside the USA. Not to mention the fear-of-theft factor. So what to do about blogging? I suppose I'll keep my eyes pealed for free internet connections at hotels, or even not-so-free connections. And there are Internet cafes. Still, writing on computers with different national keyboards can range from puzzling to totally frustrating. Given that it takes a minimum of 20-30 minutes for me to compose, proofread, post and further proof an essay, blogging will likely be chancy. But I'll do the best I can. At any rate, I'll be back blogging sometime during the first week in October. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 8, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, September 6, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Visual ravishment aplenty can be had by surfing this collection of Japanese photography links. * Do you find giant puppets as creepy as I do? * Where do you go with your television career once this kind of thing has been made public? (NSFW, that's for sure.) * Steve Sailer thinks that The New Yorker's Malcolm Gladwell lacks street smarts. * The last surviving Ziegfeld girl recently turned 102 years old. * Terry Teachout praises the act of searching for recorded music in CD-store aisles. Tyler Cowen thinks online searching has a lot to recommend it. * So you think of the Dems as the party of the real people and the Repubs as the party of the rich? Tim Carney thinks it's time to open your eyes. Nice quote: The four largest individual donors in the 2004 election all gave exclusively to Democrats. In 2006, so far, the three most prolific industries -- real estate, securities/investment, and lawyers/lobbies -- have all given more to Hillary Clinton than to any other candidate ... Despite Democrats' "the-people-versus-the-powerful" rhetoric both parties are the parties of big business. Despite Republicans' "government-that-is-best-governs-least" rhetoric, both parties are the parties of big government. Here's another interview with Carney. * Milton Friedman junkies won't want to miss this very recent interview with him. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 6, 2006 | perma-link | (25) comments




Bouncey Bounce
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I have a theory that men need, absolutely need, to spend significant amounts of time perfecting some skill or other, the more useless the better. The drive, as far as I can tell, comes from deep inside: from the genes, the biology, the organism, whatever. Case in point: Part of me watches this video thinking, Is he insane? But another part of me thinks: Hmm, I wonder if, with a little practice, I could ... I suppose blogging might also qualify as one of these useless skills men love applying themselves to, come to think of it. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 6, 2006 | perma-link | (8) comments





Saturday, September 2, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Stephenesque's dad was an early electronic-music buff. You can wayback-machine yourself to the earlyish days of electronic music here, here, and here. * Is it really true that there's an epidemic of oral lovin' going on? Tim Harford says the answer is yes, and tries to explain why. The relevant numbers: Johns Hopkins University Professor Jonathan Zenilman ... reports that both the adults and the teenagers who come to his clinic are engaging in much more oral sex than in 1990. For men and boys as recipients it's up from about half to 75 to 80 percent; for women and girls, it's risen from about 25 percent to 75 to 80 percent. * Searchie tumbles for the one-book meme, and comes up with an inspired response to it. * In 1984, a British headmaster wrote an article wondering if multcultural dogma was in fact good for his students. As a reward for his frank musings, he was forced to resign, and was never able to teach again. These days, though, he's feeling vindicated. * Whisky Prajer says that being a little less hard on himself has been good for his writing. He also reviews some tempting-sounding books about rock music. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 2, 2006 | perma-link | (9) comments





Friday, September 1, 2006


Retirement: First Impressions
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards-- It's September 1st, and I'm retired as of today. And everybody seems to want to know how I'm taking it or how it feels. I'll tell you in a minute. First, let me mention that, oh, 30 years ago I couldn't imagine being retired. I couldn't even imagine why anyone would want to retire. You see, I was still in bushy-tailed career mode and could slog away at my desk for hour upon untold hour. Now? Actually I've been ready to bail out for four or five years. No real prospects for promotion. Few or no professional goals to try attaining. An enhanced desire to travel. And to have fun while I'm still fit. It's a cliche that one suddenly knows that it's time to retire, yet there's a lot of truth to it -- cliches don't appear out of nowhere. It was true for me, the guy who at age 36 denied retirement. Okay. Enough petty philosophizing; you Boomers and Gen-Whatevers wanna know what it's like. I'll probably give you a different answer in one year, five years, ten. As for today, the answer hit me as I was sauntering between the Bellevue Barnes & Noble bookstore and Bellevue Square mall: I felt just like I did back in the days before I got my first real, grown-up job. Just pokin' around. Yeah, I had a few things needing to be done, but no special deadlines. My time was what I would make of it. Also comparable to summer breaks when in high school or college. Or the summer when I was fresh out of college waiting to go into the military. In other words, as it begins, retirement is nothing new. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at September 1, 2006 | perma-link | (15) comments





Thursday, August 31, 2006


Tip Jar Hitting
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Are you a cold-hearted, selfish, evil monster? I am, by one way of reckoning. You see, I don't hit the tip jar at Starbucks. There is more than one side to this issue. What propels daytime TV talk shows, political debates and other issue-driven controversies is that the various sides or points-of-view involved can claim a reasonable value as justification. Which is why such issues usually never get resolved. Back to that tip jar. One perspective is that Starbucks baristas are underpaid and, usually, friendly and helpful so they ought to earn tips just as waiters and waitresses in restaurants do. My perspective is that all that baristas are doing for me is (1) drawing a cup of drip coffee, (2) perhaps putting a doughnut into a paper bag and (3) taking my money and making change. If my drink order was especially demanding, then a tip might possibly be warranted. If they deserve a tip for this minimal amount of effort (compared to what a waitress does, for example), then so should the checkout lady at the supermarket who, besides the money handling, has to do a lot of bar-code scanning and perhaps some bagging. To which one might respond that checkers are likely unionized and get better hourly pay than Starbucks galley slaves. Perhaps it comes to this: Unless every kind of personal service deserves a tip, then where should the line be drawn? I'll tip at a restaurant, but not at a Starbucks. And you? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 31, 2006 | perma-link | (42) comments





Tuesday, August 29, 2006


Street Merchant Roulette
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I don't know about you, but I avoid street merchants. In theory, this might not be good. After all, there may well have been many fine, large companies that got launched via a pushcart. But I avoid 'em anyway. My wife is less rigid in this regard, bargain-hunter that she is. She bought some "amber" in Lithuania last fall and some "silver" bracelets in Mexico last week from vendors, and the items might not be exactly what she expected. Other stuff she's bought on the street has been legit, of course. The key element, I think, is how knowledgeable the buyer is. For instance, I know zilch about jewelry. So I go straight to Tiffany or Bailey Banks and pay the full shot; I regarded the price premium as insurance. I'm on firmer ground with soft goods. After all, you can inspect the stitching and other details (though the quality of the fabric might be harder to tease out unless you work with the stuff a lot). Years ago I got taken in by an ad for a cheap pocket "statistics" calculator. I suppose it could do statistics, but with a lot of keying-in and with more effort than it would have taken with calulators costing a bit more. I never used the thing. What I hate are in-your-face street vendors. I saw a lot of those near the border crossing at Nogales a couple years ago. Things were much better at Cabo San Lucas last week, no doubt because the local authorities are quite aware that the place lives and dies by the tourist trade. For example, beach merchants near the condo complex where we stayed have to remain behind a rope and thereby can't mingle with tourists on lounge chairs (see photo below). Beach merchants at Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Note the rope barrier in the foreground; they aren't allowed to cross it. The "silver" items they were selling were often attractive and inexpensive. They even were "stamped." But anyone can fake a stamp. A jewelry merchant at the market in town claimed that the beach stuff was simply silver plated. Was this so, or was he slamming the competition? I have no way of telling. As for cautious me, I went to a store in the shopping mall and paid full-price for a gift for my daughter. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 29, 2006 | perma-link | (1) comments





Monday, August 28, 2006


Dubious Runways
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A major news story from yesterday was the crash of a regional jetliner at Lexington, KY. The death toll was 49, the last I checked. Newspaper ledes indicate that the pilot mistakenly was on a runway that was too short for the aircraft to take off. I also noticed that there might have been a case of runway confusion at Louisville in the past. Plus there were temporary changes in taxiing routes put in place quite recently due to construction work that might have added to any intrinsic confusion there. I'm not a pilot, so what little I know of runways and taxiways comes from looking out the window next to my seat. What I see seems pretty confusing to me, especially at night when most of what's visible is different-colored lights. I have to assume that professional pilots can "read" the light patterns easily. I further assume that airline pilots carry airport charts along with route maps and other reference material. Taxiing appears to be the trickiest bit because taxiways tend to be defined more by paint and lights rather than by the surface material. A runway is pretty clearly a runway. At major airports, it's made of thick reinforced concrete, probably with grooves to help traction and drainage. Then there are those big white stripes marking the ends plus lots of black rubber marks (visible in daylight) that result from tire contact from landings. Runway ends also have large painted "names" such as L24 or R18 having to do with position and compass orientation. Things were simpler at the Los Cabos airport at the southern tip of the Baja California peninsula last week when I was on a trip there. After flying along the west shore of the Sea of Cortez -- mostly desert -- we came to a greener area as we made our descent. Then the plane touched down. Wing spoilers were raised, thrust reversers were activated, brakes were applied, all as expected. When we reached the end of the runway, the plane edged over to the right side and then made a U-turn. Huh?? Then we taxied back down the runway we had just landed on -- all the way to the other end -- before turning off towards the passenger terminals. Two departing airliners were impatiently waiting for us to complete our taxi. Now, Los Cabos gets a fair amount of traffic thanks to the tourist trade. Yet the airport has just a simple landing strip set in the midst of brush and Saguaro cacti. No parallel taxiways. There is a reasonable amount of concrete near the terminals where loading and unloading take place. But there are no jetways, just stairs or ramps. This runway-only business certainly surprised me and created a mixed introduction to Los Cabos -- just how primitive is this place?!? On the other hand, the Louisville type of incident couldn't possibly have happened at Cabos. I suspect that some of you have had far... posted by Donald at August 28, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments




Sassy Gals
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Lex turns up a clip of a self-possessed flapper demonstrating some convincing jiu-jitsu moves. Talk about confident and self-reliant! * The Patriarch alerts us to Monkey in a Suit, the blog of a young female Indian lawyer. Talk about frank and funny! Sample passage: I do like to push buttons when it comes to my boyfriends. That's the risk with brown men. Deep down on the inside I do think they're consumate misogynists, dying to bust out a palm and whop their women upside the head, but at the same time I feel white men are running around clutching the bloody stumps where their dicks used to be. It's a veritable conundrum, with men stuck between a wilten cock and a shrunken nutsack. Gals who can look out for themselves are hot. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 28, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Sunday, August 27, 2006


Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm on my way back from Los Cabos. This is being written at Nancy's house in California as I await heading to San Jose to catch my flight to Seattle. I'm not sure if anybody really gives a fig about this, but I think I need to keep folks informed about my increasingly spotty blogging. While at Cabo San Lucas, my new Apple MacBook semi-tanked on me. It partly boots and then shuts off. So it'll be a trip to the Apple store for it and me in a day or two. My phone at the apartment was due to be disconnected last Friday, so that will further cramp my work. And the Seattle house won't have phone or cable service till after we're back from Europe in early October. This means much of my blogging will be brief, Internet cafe type posts over the next six weeks or so. This frustrates me, but that's about the best I'll be able to do till I get re-established. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 27, 2006 | perma-link | (1) comments





Friday, August 25, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Cowtown Pattie has some new neighbors whose habits aren't doing the neighborhod, let alone the property values, any favors. * What's it like to give up TV? Steve Pavlina lists eight changes he noticed when he turned off the tube. (Link thanks to Charlton Griffin.) * Robert Hughes' first marriage was a very '60s thing. (Link thanks to ALD.) Writing about the '60s, Hughes sounds rather like Shouting Thomas. Typical passage: It was a time of collective self-importance, which masked -- not very effectively -- a striking indifference to the way the world actually did and might work. I hardly met a single person in the "underground" context who didn't, no matter how sexually available or amusing, turn out in the end to be ignorant and rather a bore. The depths of tedium that can be plumbed by sitting around half stoned, listening to people chatter moonily about reuniting humankind and erasing its aggressive instincts through Love and Dope, are scarcely imaginable to those who have not suffered them. * Michael Bierut thinks that the graphic-design community might, just might, have itself to blame. * Broaden your mind and your culture at Famous Poets and Poems, where you can find and read more than 600 of the greats, from "Nothing Gold Can Stay" to "The Convergence of the Twain." * Finally, some haute couture fashion-show clips that the hetero boys can enjoy too. (NSFW, though of a very mild sort.) * Does he rehearse these things first, or do these epic raps just roll out of him? Thanks to Bryan for passing along this YouTube clip of Kevin Smith blabbing about his adventures on the recent "Superman" movie. * When Nick Hornby wanted to stop wrestling with boring books, the first thing he did was yank all the contemporary lit-fic books off his "to read" stack. * Florida is going New Urbanism-happy. Fun! But will NU work commercially? * Having done volunteer duty at the local Fringe Theater Festival, Random Kath has developed some strong feelings about theatergoers who arrive late. * The things some people get off on! (NSFW) * Searchie explains why she won't take drugs to help her contend with depression, and offers up a gorgeous cornucopia of architectural details. * Colleen made a Flickr find: a set of amusing and touching celebrity photos that were rescued from a garbage can. Colleen herself -- in the midst of an epic bout of housecleaning -- thinks there may be something to that feng shui thing. * Wow: In just the past five years, the Hispanic part of the population of Phoenix, AZ has gone from 34 to 48 percent. (Correction: Make that 41.8 percent, not 48 percent.) * A movie star settles in the neighborhood. OuterLife writes about what it's like for a development to receive "celebrity validation." * How much sense does it make for a guy to marry a career woman? Forbes' Michael Noer says "not much." Forbes' Elizabeth... posted by Michael at August 25, 2006 | perma-link | (16) comments





Thursday, August 24, 2006


Out of the (Design) Groove
Donald Pittenger writes Dear Blowhards -- Sitting here near the tip of Baja, cut off from civilization save by the thin, thin wire from the Internet cafe, I siesta and read. My current read is 747 by Joe Sutter, the engineer in charge of developing the Boeing 747 jetliner. When Juan Trippe of Pan Am insisted on a 400-passenger aircraft, the Boeing designers automatically assumed the configuration would be a two-decker 707, but scaled up a bit. At the time, Boeing was heavily engaged on a government-funded supersonic transport (the 2707), which most folk assumed would be the plane of the future. The 747 was seen as being an interim step with not much sales potential. And because they didn't think it would sell well, the engineers and product planners wanted a cargo version as well as a strictly passenger job. Lots of problems emerged working with the two-deck layout. Cargo could be hard to fget in and out and bulky items might not fit. On the passenger side, 90-second evacuation times would be difficult to attain. Plus there would be other emplaning-deplaning problems. Not to mention aerodynamic issues related to the (proportionally) stubby fuselage. Eventually it sank in the both the cargo and passenger-related problems would largely go away if the aircraft had only one deck -- but a wide one. With two aisles instead of one. Thus was born the wide-body airliner. Boeing went on to have the SST shot out from under them by Congress. So the 747 turned out to be the real future of airliners. But if Sutter hadn't dragged his feet at the outset regarding the two-level liner ... who knows? Oh, and now we have the troubled Airbus 380 slowly approaching. A wide-body -- with two decks. We shall see... Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 24, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Tuesday, August 22, 2006


And Just What is "Regular" Coffee?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Thanks to Starbucks, its lap-dog Seattle's Best, and its competition such as Peets, coffee has become complicated. Before, say, 1990, things were simpler. One ordered a "regular" -- or something else. But exactly what is a regular? I grew up in Seattle back in the days before the place inexplicably became associated with coffee drinking. When I was 15 or 16 I had my first "adult" cup of coffee (not just a sip offered by a parent). Along with the coffee I had sugar and cream. When I had my second cup I dropped either the sugar or the cream -- can't remember which. Any my third cup (these cups were ordered days or weeks apart) contained black coffee only, which is how I've taken it ever since. Five or six years later I began working in the Public Information Office at Fort Meade, Maryland's post headquarters. The sergeant sent the new PFC (me) down to the snack bar to bring back some "regular" coffees. In retrospect, I should have either (1) asked what was meant by "regular" or (2) told the gal at the snack bar that I wanted "regular." But no. I scratched my head and decided "regular" was straight black because that's what most people I knew out west drank. Result: I got chewed out by the sergeant because everybody knows that "regular" means coffee with sugar and cream. Let me quickly add that the sergeant was from the New York City area. Having been chewed out, I kept alert and soon realized that folks in the northeast tended to take their coffee with cream and sugar, unlike those of us from western states. So what was an exception to me was the norm to them. Another New York City (and perhaps elsewhere nearby) peculiarity in those days was that hamburgers were cooked "medium" -- they were all pink and mushy inside [yuk!]. After discovering this, I had to make a point of telling the waitress that I wanted my burger well-done. I haven't been to the East Coast much since around 1990, so I'm probably out of touch. Is the normal hamburger still under-cooked? Is coffee usually drunk with sugar and cream? To some degree the coffee problem has been resolved by the emergence of Starbucks with its gazillion options; one is obligated to explain what is desired in some detail. And if you order drip coffee, they give you the option of "room for cream" and then you have to go over to the accessories stand and add the cream and/or sugar yourself. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 22, 2006 | perma-link | (23) comments




Blogging Notes
So Michael is traveling. Et mois!! I fled the country and am now in hiding in Mexico. A couple hundred feet away is a condo complex where the spiff spot sells for $5 million for year-round use. Since that complex seems to be the only one 'round here with WiFi in the lobby it might be my only chance for serious blogging. (Note to self: Ask Michael to install a tip-jar to help finance this mad, yet curiously practical condo-blogging scheme). Meanwhile, I have to make do with five-bucks-per-half-hour internet cafe blogging. So this will be brief. If I have enough time I'll try to post something I drafted before I left. I brought my new Apple MacBook but failed to log onto WiFi at SeaTac airport. Clearly, I'm lacking at least one vital piece of info. In this case, ignorance is not bliss. Still, I've beaten the wee beastie into good enough shape that I got a program I wrote to run. Plus, I'm writing trip notes daily. And I have some sort of virus-crud I picked up before leaving the States; can't blame Mexico for everything. Enough delerium-soaked mumblings. Just wanted to let you know I haven't disappeared. Ciao, Donald... posted by Donald at August 22, 2006 | perma-link | (1) comments




Blogging Notes
So Michael is traveling. Et mois!! I fled the country and am now in hiding in Mexico. A couple hundred feet away is a condo complex where the spiff spot sells for $5 million for year-round use. Since that complex seems to be the only one 'round here with WiFi in the lobby it might be my only chance for serious blogging. (Note to self: Ask Michael to install a tip-jar to help finance this mad, yet curiously practical condo-blogging scheme). Meanwhile, I have to make do with five-bucks-per-half-hour internet cafe blogging. So this will be brief. If I have enough time I'll try to post something I drafted before I left. I brought my new Apple MacBook but failed to log onto WiFi at SeaTac airport. Clearly, I'm lacking at least one vital piece of info. In this case, ignorance is not bliss. Still, I've beaten the wee beastie into good enough shape that I got a program I wrote to run. Plus, I'm writing trip notes daily. And I have some sort of virus-crud I picked up before leaving the States; can't blame Mexico for everything. Enough delerium-soaked mumblings. Just wanted to let you know I haven't disappeared. Ciao, Donald... posted by Donald at August 22, 2006 | perma-link | (1) comments





Friday, August 18, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Nate Davis buys some new CDs, enjoys them, yet finds himself wondering what it is we get from music. Then he has the inspired idea of visually documenting his daily commute. We're lucky he did it on such a pretty day. * Rachel spots evidence (here and here) that Hollywood may be becoming a little less neurotic about weight. We can hope. * Mr. Tall has some good advice for those hoping to beat the heat while stuck wearing a suit. * Claire plays the "One Book" game. My favorite Claire response is to the category "One book I wish I'd written." Claire: "Yoga for People Who Can't be Bothered to Do It." * Greg Mankiw notices that Milton Friedman's 1980 TV series "Free to Choose" can now be watched on Google Video. * Stephanesque shares an architect's image of Boston's new Institute of Contemporary Arts, scheduled to open soon. Sigh: Does reality really have to be turning into a computer rendering of itself? * Alice creates a lovely drawing using ink and pizza grease. * Girish recalls what it was like for him to move to the U.S. 20 years ago. * Texas loyalist Scott Chaffin confides that ZZ Top "pretty much defines me." Not a statement you'll hear often where I live in New York City! * Searchie gives an obnoxious tech-support geek a well-deserved telling-off. * At Querencia, Matt wonders why no one foresaw that that engineered golf grass would likely jump a fence, and Steve shows off a plentiful mushroom harvest. * Muslim comedians -- that has to be a good development. (Link thanks to Rod Dreher.) * Razib wonders why the New York Times doesn't consider Asians to be "minorities." * Citrus/ViewfromArizona/Roger has begun experimenting with videoblogging, and has even visited an Apple Store to get some tech-coaching. I'm looking forward to more. Roger's videocam skills are still works in progress, but onscreen he has a lot of presence. * Derek Lowe wonders how much of a technical/scientific/medical optimist he really is. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 18, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments





Thursday, August 17, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards-- * Thanks to Dave Lull, who notices that a collection of letters and postcards by the exuberant and irascible Edward Abbey will be published very soon. (I'm as big a fan as can be of Abbey's "Desert Solitaire.") Dave spotted online excerpts from the book here and here. * Take a break from the long-windedness of 2Blowhards with Alicatte, who posts one-paragraph-long discussions of cultural events. Alicatte isn't just to-the-point. She's also witty and intuitive, and she has her own intriguingly-quirky ways of responding to (and discussing) culture. Even her self-description -- "I'm a pessimist who expects everything to go right" -- hits the perfect, off-center note. * Cupcake or muffin? Jane and Justin deconstruct a delectable-looking lump of floury, buttery sweetness. * Thanks to visitor Sajai, who called my attention to a very absorbing personal blog written by a young woman who describes herself as "an Indian girl who is stuck between traditional values and the modern times." I'll say. Heavens: the traditional-style search for a suitable husband sounds like an awfully trying thing. Well, the blog at least is often funny, often dramatic, and always vivid. * Charlton Griffin points out a very well-done page evoking what life in Charles Dickens' London was like. "Until the second half of the 19th century," one passage goes, "London residents were still drinking water from the very same portions of the Thames that the open sewers were discharging into." There was one event that was literally called "The Great Stink of 1858." 1858 -- that's not so long ago! Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 17, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * WhiskyPrajer lists some of the books that have meant something to him. * Cowtown Pattie plays the "one book" game too, then explains the real meanings of varieties of cowboy hats. But what is the other name for a "Gus Hat"? * In his best mystical-comic poet voice, DarkoV shares the very appealing "Philosophy of Fjaka." * Car-crash enthusiasts who think they can't get enough may finally have met their match: here's a video that's over an hour long, and that consists of nothing but rally-car crashes. * Time magazine's list of the 50 coolest websites may (or may not) include a few that are new to you. I thought virtual Jackson Pollock was pure genius, as well as a lot of fun. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 17, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, August 16, 2006


A Boy and His Sports Car
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- My son was never a car guy, and when he was college-age preferred pickup trucks to sports cars. Where did I go wrong? When I was a teenager I would have pawned my grandmother's jewels (if she had any) for a sports car. Hell, I would have done that clear up to age 30. Maybe I'm being too harsh with myself regarding my son's incomprehensible behavior. I'll do the proper 21st Century thing and place the blame someplace else -- on generational factors, let's say. And in my generation (and locale, socioeconomic group, etc., etc.) sports cars were it. I reached puberty and serious car-consciousness in the early 1950s, right about the time British sports cars began to appear on Seattle streets in noticeable numbers. In those days there was a considerable gap between family cars and sports cars. The former were large and didn't handle well, though models powered by V-8 engines had good acceleration. Sports cars were mostly small and nimble and tended to lack raw power (though their low weight contributed to sprightly performance). Sports cars also tended to be roadsters or convertibles (both have folding tops, but roadsters lack roll-up side windows). This meant they were subject to body-shake on bumpy roads and often leaked when driven in rain. One had to be "dedicated" (read: masochist) to be a sports car owner in the Pacific Northwest in those days. Nowadays, sports cars tend to be large and powerful. Next time you find yourself behind a top-of-the-line Porsche, Jaguar, Aston-Martin or Ferrari, check out how wide they are -- as wide or wider than most sedans or SUVs. Often as not they have a metal top. And sedans no longer can be expected to have lousy handling, as most any BMW owner will attest. The one constant factor over time is that desirable sports cars tend to be fairly costly -- to the point of being unaffordable to the likes of me. When I was in college I couldn't afford any car, envying fraternity brothers who had sports cars. As a grad student I had an income, buy not enough to afford a new sports car. I remember staring at Road & Track road tests, eyeing the prices, and calculating and recalculated my laughable monthly disposable income. I flat-out couldn't afford a sports car. Not a new one anyway, and I didn't want to run the risk of buying a (likely abused) used one. Eventually I got a full-time job and began sports car shopping. Before continuing the story, let's pause for some pictures. Gallery Jaguar XK120 - 1948. Unafordable to all pimply-faced Fifties boys save the trust fund set, the XK120 was sex personified. Even the young Marilyn Monroe would find this Jag tough competition. MG TD - 1950. This was the first post-war British sports car to sell in large numbers in the USA. Triumph TR2. The Triumph was more potent and expensive than the MG, but had the... posted by Donald at August 16, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments





Monday, August 14, 2006


Airlines Coming and Gone
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Until last Sunday I was one of a rapidly dwindling group who had never flown Southwest Airlines. Now that group has been decremented by one. I normally fly back and forth to California on Alaska Airlines. But their website gave me the impression that the flight I wanted was likely to be overbooked, so I hopped on Southwest's page and got seats for me and my son on the San Jose-Seattle part of the trip. He had flown Southwest before, so I figured that having along someone familiar with their boarding system would be helpful, and it was. Even though the plane was nearly full I had no problem getting the sort of window seat I wanted. This was because a lot of the early-boarding (A Row) passengers preferred to sit near the front so as to exit quickly on arrival. So there were several window seats left when we (early B Row) boarded. The seats themselves were thinner than usual, freeing up legroom, something important to a guy who (when young) was almost a six-footer. Plus, they handed out two snack food packets and gave me an entire can of Coke instead of a micro-plastic-glassful as is usually the case elsewhere. Ah! Luxury!! Still, I'm wedded to Alaska Airlines, having gobs of frequent-flyer miles (I'm up to 185,000). And I like the ability to seat-select when I book a flight. Moreover, Alaska has a better Seattle-San Jose schedule (for me, anyway) and the prices aren't grossly different. At the end of my trip I updated the Excel-resident flight data base I maintain on my travels. One of the outputs I can generate from a tabulation program I wrote is a ranked list of each airline I used and how many flights I've made. Out of 403 flights in my career, 89 were on United, 78 on Northwest, 77 on Alaska and 55 on American. Then there's a big drop to Delta, at 13 flights. United and Northwest are tops in part because they were the two big airlines that flew out of Seattle back in regulated days, before the late 70s. I also gave Northwest a lot of business because I did a lot of work for General Motors and Northwest had plenty of non-stop flights between Seattle and its Detroit hub. I tabulate according to the name of the airline as it was at the time I flew. If I consolidated by merger, my Delta tally would be 20 flights because I flew Western Airlines seven times. For what it's worth, my first jet flight was on Western -- a Boeing 720 I took from Seattle to San Francisco 45 years ago when I enlisted in the Army and was being sent to Fort Ord for training. Other defunct airlines on my travel list are Eastern (8 flights), National (6), Republic (6), Braniff (5), Air Cal (3), PSA (3), TWA (3), Pacific Northern (1) and Pan American (1). I've also flown 12... posted by Donald at August 14, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments




Blogging Notes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- "Blogging Notes" is a totally self-centered mini-topic that I'll be tossing into 2Blowhards from time to time. Okay, I often (usually?) use myself as a "peg" for posts, but that's just a sly trick of the writer's trade. "Blogging Notes" is intended to be for posting information dealing with absences, technical problems and that sort of thing. Today I need to let you know that my posting will be erratic (not erotic -- sorry) twixt now and early October. I'll be retiring from my day job at the end of this month. Last week I moved most of my stuff from the apartment to my wife's Seattle house, and that dropped my posting pace. And then I went to California for the weekend to see my bride. Next week, we'll be in Los Cabos at the tip of Baja. I plan to bring my shiny new MacBook, but I don't know for sure if I'll be able to blog from Mexico: I'll try. On August 25th, in conjunction with leaving the apartment, I lose my phone line. So I might have to rely on hotspots, etc. for getting on the web for a few weeks, further crippling blogging. From 9 Sept until early October we'll be in Europe. I still haven't decided whether to bring the computer, but the added weight plus a likely lack of time and spare energy has me tending to think that I won't even try to blog. Once we're back from Europe I'll be getting back to my normal four-ish posts per week pace. Quick bleg: Has anyone in the last couple of years tried to blog from decent hotels or other places in cities including Munich, Berlin, Warsaw, Budapest, Vienna or Prague? Easy? Problems? That's about it. I'll post another reminder before flying to Frankfurt. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 14, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Friday, August 11, 2006


Where's Ian?
Michael Blowhards writes: Dear Blowhards -- Where has Ian Hamet gone? Will Duquette deserves credit for asking this question, and for some serious followup too. Noticing a marked lack of action at Ian's blog Banana Oil, Will tried to contact Ian, who has been based in Shanghai. Nothing. Will pursued the matter, going so far as to ask the American consulate in Shanghai to look into the matter. They did, and couldn't find Ian either. There the matter currently rests. Perplexing and maybe even alarming. Perhaps a general blogosphere alert is in order? If anyone knows anything about Ian's whereabouts ... Well, I don't know exactly what that person should do. But letting Ian know that he's been missed would be a good start. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 11, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, August 9, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * 15,000 Frenchies a year are moving to Britain, and Dr. Madsen Pirie can explain why. He has an especially nice way of posing the question, though: Now why do people leave a country with better food, more reliable transport, longer lunch breaks, and more generous social security? * Kirsten ventures a radical thought: that it's OK for a kid to not know what he/she wants to do in life. * I've been a regular visitor to Dave Taylor's computer-tips site for a long time. Dave's not just supersmart and eager that we non-geeks should be able to enjoy our computers, he's also cheery -- the site is good reading -- and has a rare knack for speaking plain English. Only recently, though, did I send my own first question in to him. To my surprise and delight, Dave sent me a personal email back within days, solving my problem. * Shouting Thomas thinks that live performances still have a lot to recommend them. * Just back from BlogHer, Colleen knows what it takes to make a convention a good one: "Food! Food! Food!" Great quote: I did not walk five feet from a session EVER at BlogHer without there being baskets of fruit or plates of cookies or dishes of something. It improved my mood enormously. * Here's a smart and funny list of stock characters. I wonder which one I'd be ... Hmm: I don't see an entry for "A lov-air, not a fight-air"... * Neil thinks that personal bloggers are more important than political bloggers. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 9, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Tuesday, August 8, 2006


Shorter Days ... Oh My!!
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I get up early, and I notice things. Right now I'm noticing that the sun is no longer up (or nearly so) at 5 a.m. Matter of fact, it's now pretty dark at that hour. Moreover, some hasty week-counting on my pocket calendar tells me we're approximately half way between the summer solstice and the fall equinox. That's important. You see, I block out the year in terms of solstices, equinoxes and how rapidly the number of daylight hours change from day to day. I could hop on the web and locate a daily sunrise-sunset table for my area and graph the results. And maybe I should, though I probably won't. Why not? I'm a data guy after all. Hmm. Can't come up with a rational answer. I was about to wildly claim that some of my ancestors were Druids who simply liked to synch with nature. But that won't fly high because those crafty Druids or some friends or rivals built Stonehenge, a giant calendar or sorts. Maybe I won't do it because it might take some of that satisfyingly primitive fuzziness from my mental exercises. Plus there's an emotional factor I like to hone and that data might dampen: I hate winter. Yes, yes. Hate is not a family value, quoth the bumper sticker. But I slogged through four Albany, NY winters and hated them all. Rather than looking at a year's progression in a calendar sense, I tend to view it in term of light and darkness. Which leads me to dividing the year into four parts: the six or seven weeks on either side of a solstice when the number of hours of light and dark are comparatively constant from day to day and the six or seven weeks surrounding an equinox when change is rapid. Right now we're entering the rush towards longer nights, and I'm not pleased. Six months from now, I'll have a sunnier attitude, if you get my drift. When I was young, I didn't think this way at all. I simply took the seasons as they came. Sure, I knew it was dark a lot in winter and twilight lasted till past 10 p.m. in late June (here in the land of the 47th parallel -- results may differ at your house due to latitude and how close you are to a time zone boundary). I doubt that I'll ever go back to those carefree days of letting the seasons roll by. And it's all Albany's fault. Which leads me to recall a fellow I knew who was totally oblivious to the kind of seasons I've been talking about. He was my contact guy at one of my automobile company clients, so we got to know one another fairly well -- went out to dinner with the wives in tow when they passed through town on the way to Australia -- that sort of thing. Anyway, once he told me his seasons story. You see,... posted by Donald at August 8, 2006 | perma-link | (12) comments





Sunday, August 6, 2006


America: Open 24/7
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: As I was peeling off the freeway a few days ago on my way to my fave breakfast spot, I noticed that the Wal-Mart store next to the off-ramp was sporting a new sign. Open 24 Hours Well, I declare! I suppose it has to do with the fact that they recently expanded the place to add a supermarket. And serious supermarkets hereabouts are on the go 24 hours a day aside from Christmas and a couple more holidays when they are only open part of the day. I recall being slightly shocked the first time I saw a 24-hour supermarket. That was in Las Vegas in the early 70s, though I suppose it was nothing new there. When I was a kid back in the 40s and 50s, things were pretty much closed most evenings as well as all day Sunday. And it was even more grim in Pennsylvania as late as the 60s when, for all practical purposes, you had to cross over to New Jersey to moisten your lips with a good Pennsylvania Schmidt's, Ortlieb's or Rolling Rock. Perhaps the greatest inconvenience was when you needed to go to the bank. Banks were open from 10 a.m. till 3 p.m., typically. Okay, workers in the city could easily do a bank run over lunch hour. But where bank branches were thinner on the ground, one often had to do some planning to pull off the task. As for today, ... well, we all know how it is. But is it a good thing? Are workers being exploited? Is our society running amok, drunk on commercialism? Or do extended shopping hours make our lives easier? Me? I love the longer hours. But maybe some of you don't. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 6, 2006 | perma-link | (13) comments





Thursday, August 3, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * If you can't find Francis Morrone at 2Blowhards, then go read him where he currently is. Francis introduces us to the Roccoco sculptor Clodion, and to another fascinating character too: the intellectual/comic-book artist Pierce Rice. * Listen to a touching live recording of Townes Van Zandt. I wrote gushingly in praise of Townes and his music here. * Kirsten has been making her way through some very long books. * Anne Thompson thinks that Time's Richard Schickel should hang up the film-reviewing spurs. * Crisis time: Chelsea Girl's b.f. wants her to get rid of a piercing that she's very fond of. * Somebody has scanned a copy of Raymond Chandler's classic and essential essay "The Simple Art of Murder" and made it available -- PDF alert! -- here. * The Patriarch confesses that he's incapable of refusing free food. * Caleb Stegall makes the case for what he calls "folk populism." * Yahmdallah has been thinking about actresses, and recalling the early days of MTV. * James Panero urges everyone to make it to Tanglewood before summer ends. * There were certainly some zany architecture experiments happenin' in the 1970s ... * New interviews with comix guru Scott McCloud can be read here and here. McCloud has a new how-to-make-a-comic-book book coming out in September. * Well, if you're going to be famous for anything ... (NSFW) * Neil wallows in the glamor that is L.A. * Dave Munger has some sensible advice for blogging newbies. * The adventures of Chad Vader, Darth's not-too-successful brother. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 3, 2006 | perma-link | (6) comments





Wednesday, August 2, 2006


Rusting Car Porn
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- There are one too many kinds of car fans, I think. Well, maybe more than one. But I'm in a venting mood and can't be bothered to do the research. I can relate to classic-car aficionados. No way can I afford to buy, restore and maintain an old Packard let alone a Delage or Cord 812. But I do like dropping in at the Pebble Beach Concours every few years. And I am not now and never have been a hot-rodder. Matter of fact, I cringe every time I see a kustom kar that by all rights should have been carefully restored. (I ask you: When's the last time you saw a totally stock 1949 Mercury on the street? Case closed.) Still, I can understand the motivation of a hot rodder. Where I draw the line is getting one's jollies from pictures of abandoned, rusting old cars. It seems almost like porn. Only this porn doesn't come in brown wrappers. It's actually advertised in car magazines and takes the form of color calendars. Or editorial content. The late, lamented (well, I lament the magazine as edited by Michael Lamm -- not so much by other editors) Special-Interest Autos would sometimes devote two or three pages to black & white photos of a bunch of old Hudsons and Studebakers rusting away in an Indiana farmer's field or somesuch place. This is the sort of depiction: Yes, yes I'm probably the weird one. But I just can't understand why such pictures are appealing to enough people that magazine editors carve out part of the editorial hole for them and calendar publishers gin up press runs of the stuff. Dammit! those cars deserve a good home!! [Pausing in reflection] Could it be ...? Yes. It pains me to admit it. I'm sounding just like those people who have the urge to take in stray cats. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at August 2, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, July 27, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Investment banker turned escort Olympia gives the lowdown on what an escort's life is really like. Sounds like a challenging line of work. * Corbusier shakes his head over what the architecture establishment dreams of foisting on New Orleans. * Mickey Spillane may no longer be with us, but at least we have his novels to hold dear. Bookgasm's Bruce Grossman reads Mickey's final two Mike Hammer thrillers and reports that they aren't half bad. * Fred has the goods on how to become a great composer. * Whisky Prajer's Top 15 Films list climaxes in a real surprise. * Jon Hastings gives the once-eminent novelist William Dean Howells a try and likes what he finds. * I wrote a little blog-hymn to Western New York's Finger Lakes region back here. (I grew up nearby and love the place dearly.) What fun to discover a good and verve-y blog devoted to the area's wines. * And yet more, new-to-me eco and food blogs that I've been lovin' too: here, here, here, and here. (Thanks to Brian, and to Steve Bodio.) * James Bowman explains to Christina Hoff Sommers what has become of honor. * Pug bowling! Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 27, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, July 26, 2006


A Ton of Books
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I have a ton of books to pack. Literally. One ton. Two thousand pounds. Plus. Well, I'm fibbing just a little. They're nearly all packed already. Boxed, actually. Boxed in U-Haul's finest "small boxes [that] are ideal for heavy items" that are 16 inches by 12 by 12. In order to stack the boxed books, I've had to fill each box to the top so that the folded top flaps don't sag. These filled boxes are brick-like. For the hell of it I weighed one and it came to 55 pounds. As of last night, I've filled 40 boxes with books. So if each box is 50-ish pounds, that means the pile of boxes in the middle of the apartment's living room floor must weigh a ton. So there. This ton of books represents roughly two-thirds of the books I had when I got married a couple months ago. Some books went to the dumpster. Census data books I "willed" to the office where I work. Others I was able to sell to Powell's book store in Portland for just under $700 total. Still to pack are lots of magazines. Some are 50-year-old issues of Time and Newsweek. Others are car mags such as Road & Track, Motor Trend, and various defunct titles. I also have quite a few aviation magazines and some early personal computer mags. A gal at the office suggested I try consigning them to an antique store. I won't even speak about the 24 or so file cabinet drawers, many filled with census data for the USA and other countries that I Xeroxed over the years. In case anyone is curious, I'll be retiring from work (but not from blogging unless Michael fires me) at the end of August. Most of my stuff will go to my wife's Seattle house, where we plan to live part of the time. And part of the time we'll live in her California house, so a few books will wind up there. Aside from all those books I don't have many possessions, so that aspect of the move should be pretty simple. Michael says he has no trouble tossing out books. I envy him. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 26, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments





Tuesday, July 25, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * When I was young -- call it high school or college age -- and read biographies, I wasn't much interested in the material leading up to the point where the subject got to doing what he became famous for. And by the time I reached my mid forties, say, I became a lot more interested in the subject's formative years. Nowadays I suspect it was a big mistake to have sloughed off the early bits when I was of an age where some of the information might have done me some good. [Sigh] * Last weekend I spied a young fellow wearing a Mohawk haircut of the greased-spike variety. I've been seeing the occasional Mohawk since I was a kid, so the act of getting one can't be termed an act of creativity. My take has been that it's a way of showing off or perhaps rebelling against adulthood or something. But I can't be sure. You see, I've never had a friend or acquaintance who ever wore a Mohawk, so haven't been able to ask with the expectation of getting an honest answer. * Before we went to Russia last year, Nancy read some Tolstoy to get in the mood. First she read Anna Karenina and later dug into War and Peace, finally finishing it a few months ago. Come September we'll be off to Poland, Budapest and Prague, amongst other places, and she's hoping to find equivalent reading material. So far, she hasn't had much luck. I've been of no help, that's for sure. Unlike Michael, I'm not a lit guy. But I suspect that even lit folks might have a little trouble coming up with a good read or two related to the places just mentioned. Oh, and Kafka doesn't count! Later, Donald... posted by Donald at July 25, 2006 | perma-link | (29) comments





Monday, July 24, 2006


Styles of Thought: Personal Evolution
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Blowhards think differently. From one another, that is. I suspect you already know that if you are a halfway regular reader. Take Michael. I'd characterize him as inquisitive. He's curious about all sorts of things. And, as one reader once pointed out, something he's really curious about is how his own mind operates. As for Friedrich, he strikes me as systematic and inclined to look for broad cultural forces as primary factors for explaining art-historical details. But he throws us off-balance from time to time by tossing in humorous or nyekulturny bits. Me? I find it difficult to peg myself. One reason why is that I've changed big chunks of my thought-style since, oh, high school days. I'd better explain. I don't have anything close to a "photographic memory," but nevertheless was able to get okay (but not great) grades in high school by "winging it." I was -- and am -- impatient and hate having to buckle down and master a subject by brute study. Matter of fact, I'm not sure that I ever consciously did such a thing. Except once, as I'll mention below. "Winging" began to wane as I progressed through college. By my sophomore year it had dawned on me that the key to survival in introductory and near-introductory courses was vocabulary-memorization. That is, if I knew a field's terms/jargon, I had a good shot at pulling at least a B. Variations on this strategy plus a good deal of luck got me through grad school. But I remained an unsystematic, undisciplined thinker who largely relied on "muddling through," as the English put it. Things began to change again once I got my first real job, at New York State's planning agency (the Office of Planning Coordination, now defunct). This was back before personal computers. To do research I found myself copying data and writing calculation results on analysis pad paper (the kind with blue-lined rows and maybe 10 or 12 columns separated by red lines) and drawing graphs on various kinds of graph paper (log, semi-log, lognormal, etc.) After a few months of this I realized that I'd generated so much stuff that I couldn't remember what work was recent or old, a serious matter in some cases. So then I made it a point to date everything. And thereby became a tad systematic. But the big change came when I bought my first personal computer, an early IBM PC, and had to learn to program it. The first thing I had to do was seriously study and master a programming language. Now, computer programs, when run, can spew out all manner of junk due to flawed design or faulty input. But before they can reach that happy state they must be able to run in the first place. Putting this another way, programs either run or they don't, so you have to keep working on the program until it runs all the way through. So the programmer's first... posted by Donald at July 24, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Friday, July 21, 2006


In Slate
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Jack Schafer muses about a recent Pew study of bloggers and blog-readers. Prudie gives some sensible advice to a skittish young wife. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 21, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Wednesday, July 19, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Rick Darby wonders if Sweden wants to commit suicide. * Tatyana recalls some of what made a recent trip to Portugal so pleasant for her. * A BBC producer wonders how much longer YouTube is going to be able to get away with it. * Steve admires a particularly poetic piece of spam. * The one, the only, OuterLife blogs again. * In his characteristically damn-the-torpedoes way, Fred Reed looks at boys, girls, and school. * Microtonal music will give your ears both a tune-up and a shakeup. * Tell me more. Tell me more. * Screenwriter John August describes himself as a "digital guy," yet he has witnessed some of the perils of working digitally. * More tension in the Middle East, eh? Now that's a shock. Steve Sailer offers one of his helpful history/culture lessons, this time on Lebanon. Great passage: God, how I hate the Middle East. Has anything worthwhile come out of the Middle East in the last 500 years (other than the oil that the Middle Easterners would never have noticed was under their feet)? While I'm sure it's emotionally satisfying to devote all your brainpower to figuring out how to get revenge on the tribe next door, it's not very productive. And how I hate poor naive America being so heavily involved in the Middle East, getting yanked around by interested parties (have I mentioned Ahmad Chalabi lately?) for reasons we dumb hicks can't begin to fathom. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 19, 2006 | perma-link | (17) comments





Friday, July 14, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The world's best pickup lines. * Thanks to Dave Lull for pointing out this absorbing Village Voice article by Kathryn Belgiorno about a Dahn yoga devotee who died in the desert while training to be a "master." Is Dahn yoga a cult? Sounds like it might be. I don't know why, but I love stories about cults ... * Rajeev has some bad news about Pakistan. * First Bill Clinton appears on MTV. Now German Chancellor Angela Merkel is interviewed by the Xolo videoblog. Fun to see that Merkel is a videoblogger herself. Even funner to imagine the networks squirming. * The history of Page Three girls. * DesignObserver's Michael Bierut -- a partner in the hot-hot-hot design firm Pentagram -- is enlightening, frank, and sensible in a two-part interview with Peter Merholz. * I confess that I never really knew what the Yiddish verb "to plotz" means. Humid Cedar enlightens. * Do you really have to strap on the Nikes to stay fit? Citrus wonders if keeping busy with chores doesn't make a lot more sense, and wouldn't be just as effective. * Talk about unintended consequences! * Half family tree-maker, half Flickr-like photo-album displayer, Amiglia is a piece of Web 2.0 magic that delivers a taste of what life will be like when, one day, we really are all connected. * Paul Asad links to a lot of Milton Friedman resources. * Camera in hand, Searchie takes a walk through Greenwich Village and is reminded of other great neighborhoods she has known. * Udolpho has just about had it with geeks. * Should pop music be more gay than it is? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 14, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, July 13, 2006


It Just Leapt Out of Me
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- The Communicatrix bravely 'fesses up to her preferred swear-words. Funny stuff, as well as sweetly personal. As Colleen notes about one of her goofier faves, "Honestly, I have no idea how I came up with this one." Which prompts a question that has interested me for years: Where do the expostulatives we're prone to use come from? How do we settle on the funny/sexy/absurd vocabulary we use when we swear? Or, for another example, during sex? God knows that we aren't usually taught how to swear or how to make erotic-passion grunting-gasping talk, at least not by the usual responsible authority figures. Maybe it's that we get exposed to these lexicons somehow ... Our emotions and appetites somehow zero in on a few ... Our imaginations somehow do their embroidery-thing ... And then, when the provocation arises and the impromptu moment comes along, these crazy, often unexpected words pop out of us. Is there such a thing as a vocabulary of the unconscious? I won't make anyone cringe by exposing my usual (and alas banal) erotic-passion vocabulary, but I will risk a little embarrassment by volunteering the words that my unconscious has settled on in another field -- as fond nicknames for the beloved Wife: Babypie, Sweetness, Sweetiepie, and Lovebug. Honeybunch and Cutiepie make the occasional appearance, but are definitely not first-string players. I didn't try to come up with these silly words; as I got to know The Wife, they just started leaping out of me, feeling completely appropriate as they did so. What are some of your own unconscious' preferred words and phrases? Do you have any idea where they came from? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 13, 2006 | perma-link | (19) comments





Saturday, July 8, 2006


Men's Singles
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- For the first time in decades I find myself more interested in men's tennis than in the women's game. That's because two great and attractive players, lots of drama, a galvanizing new rivalry, and a surprising amount of class are currently on display. The two greats are Switzerland's Roger Federer and Spain's Rafael Nadal, and the rivalry is between the two of them; they meet in tomorrow's Wimbledon final. Nifty fact: Though Federer is easily the world's #1, he has lost to #2 Nadal in six out of their seven matches. Hot stuff! Since, by god, if there's one thing I know about in this world it's how to watch tennis, I'm going to blab for a bit about it. The lowkey, dark-haired Federer isn't just a class act, he's an almost superhuman act. He seems to have descended to earth from another dimension where reactions, skills, perceptions, and wit are routinely 50% better than what we're familiar with here. When Federer is on -- and he's on almost all the time -- he makes amazing athletes look like lead-footed hacks. Check out, for example, this brief set of highlights of a match during which Federer dismembered the very gifted James Blake. He's such a wizard that he seems to observe his own triumphs and talents with a certain amount of dispassionate amazement. For all his prowess, though, Federer is a player of the cool-technician school -- which may mean, as a practical audience matter, that he's hard for anyone who hasn't played tennis him/herself to love. Unless you can tune into what he's up to in tennis-playing terms, what's to cheer for, except the occasional stunt-shot? The immediate question for Federer -- sometimes described as the greatest tennis player ever, and, in any case, in the midst of a four-year reign as king of the hill -- is: How will he do when he's tested? You can never know how a godlike winner will perform under serious stress until the actual moment comes along. (Some years back, when Martina Hingis had the run of women's tennis, it looked like she would go on to have a career as iron-clad as Steffi Graf's. But when the other women started rising to her level, she fell apart.) With Nadal turning up the heat, will Federer be able to retain his sang-froid? Perhaps he'll get even better. But perhaps he can only play well when he's challenged yet able to remain relatively unruffled. Being-above-it-all and operating-on-another-plane can look unbeatable. But it can also be a weakness. The man who is currently challenging Federer is the 20 year old Spaniard Rafael Nadal. While the 24 year old Federer is aiming for his fourth Wimbledon title in a row, Nadal has emerged as a force only in the last year and a half. Nadal is one hot piece of manhood: muscled, earthy, lithe, explosively athletic -- he's like a glam male equivalent of a Williams sister, making up... posted by Michael at July 8, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments





Friday, July 7, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhard s-- * Spengler laughs at the idea that "primitive" societies were the Rousseau-ian idylls of sentimental myth. * Alan Sullivan unlocks some of his feelings about friendships. * Comics fans will want to check out Heidi MacDonald's new blog. * Well, a girl's gotta take a break from her studies sometime, doesn't she? * Quiet Bubble squares off with the hottest hot sauce he's ever faced. * You might be an engineer if ... * Watching a major design project go for free, Michael Bierut is concerned about the future of his profession. * What was Stanley Kubrick like on the set of "The Shining"? Now you know. * Scott Chaffin gives the press some Texas what-for. * David Chute meditates entertainingly on "Krrish," a movie said by some to be Bollywood's first superhero epic. * Does prohibition always generate big sales? * Stanley Alcorn and Ben Solarz take a Post-Autistics (ie., disparaging) look at neoclassical economics. * Steve wonders if a coinflip is as good as a mogul. * Derek Lowe has some advice for chem grad students: Get outta the lab for a few minutes. * Cowtown Pattie spotted some beauties in Waxahachie not too long ago. * I've enthused about The New Yorker's art critic Peter Schjeldahl several times. Here's a good, lengthy interview with him. His vision of art and his vision of criticism are ones that I find very simpatico. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 7, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, July 6, 2006


Cheeta at 74
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Did you realize that Cheeta, the chimpanzee star of many "Tarzan" movies of the '30s and '40s, is still with us? Having given up beer and cigars, Cheeta recently turned a distinguished 74. He's living (as all retired movie stars should) in Palm Springs, and -- under the care of Dan Westfall -- is doing well. The Guinness Book of World Records lists Cheeta as the world's oldest living chimp. The real attraction, with a couple of co-stars Art lovers can buy paintings by Cheeta at the Cheeta website. (I'm ordering one myself.) Here's a National Geographic article about Cheeta. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 6, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Tuesday, July 4, 2006


Belts and Suspenders
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: What ever became of suspenders? A few years ago, they had a mini-revival. But it seems to have flopped. Larry King has been wearing suspenders probably since Franklin Roosevelt was elected for the first time. Plus, suspenders are his trademark, so he doesn't really count. But Dan Rather wore suspenders for a while, and what good did they do him? In theory, suspenders should be functionally superior to belts and therefore belts would be expected to be the rarity. Suspenders, provided they don't become detached, can be adjusted just so in order to keep trousers at a desired position. The crease is maintained and there is no piling up of the legs atop one's shoes as can happen wearing a belt that can work its way down an inch or two during the day. This is why men's formal clothes are worn with suspenders and not belts. My grandfather (1869-1963) wore suspenders. My father (1908-93) wore them with suits perhaps through the 1940s. My mother made me wear suspenders until I was seven or eight years old. I hated suspenders. Still do. For me, transitioning from suspenders to a belt was a milestone on the road to adulthood. Similar to the short-pants to long-pants transition for boys before, say, the 1930s. The suspenders I wore had clips with teeth to attach them to the front side of my trousers; I can't remember whether the backside attachment was a similar clip or a button-loop. In any case, those clips were troublesome -- sometimes being hard to attach and other times becoming detached without warning. Since childhood, the only time I've worn suspenders was when I rented formal wear. Not being used to them, they had an odd feel. The oddest thing was that the elastic allowed the trousers to do a mini-bungee jump with each step I took. My overall impression was one of insecurity: were my clothes about to fall off? I'd like to wrap up this post with a profound sociological observation, but can't quite do so. The best I can come up with is to observe that the fall of suspenders and the rise of the belt roughly coincided with the start of the transition from males being relatively formally dressed to relatively casually dressed. And belts triumphed about the same time that men abandoned hats (baseball caps excepted). Let me add that belts were commonly worn with casual clothing even when suspenders were pretty standard for suits. I suspect men perferred the apparently greater security of a belt and gradually stopped bothering with suspenders. A final quick observation. Between 1950 and 1980 (approximately) waistlines on men's clothing have dropped. Higher beltlines are suspenders-friendly, lower beltlines are belt-simpatico. I'm pretty sure that the switch from suspenders to belts was a causal factor in the beltline change. There was a lag, however. Although I and all the other guys in high school wore belts (this was the late 50s), waistlines were still about belly-button... posted by Donald at July 4, 2006 | perma-link | (17) comments





Friday, June 30, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Why doesn't America treat itself to festivals like this one? Don't skip the slide show. (NSFW link thanks to the NSFW DazeReader.) * The modernist dream lost its spell over me long ago. But if I did still follow modernist architecture, I'd follow the kind of modernist architecure that John Hill follows. * Say hello to the new-style racial tension. It's something that -- thanks to our idiotic immigration policies -- we'll be seeing a lot more of. * Tosy and Cosh thinks that "Titanic" was a lot better than it's often made out to be. * Most Dutch now believe Islam is incompatible with modern Western society. * Thanks to GNXP's Coffee Mug, who points out that many episodes of "The Charlie Rose Show" can now be watched on Google Video. * A quarter of a million people in China commit suicide every year. * Here's a hilarious posting entitled Top Ten Stock Photography Cliches. You didn't know you knew these cliches, but you do. (Link thanks to Lynn.) * Dean Baker thinks we needn't be too awfully concerned about doctors' earnings. * Chelsea Girl makes the act she describes as much a literary as a sexual event. (No pix, but a lot of very evocative NSFW words.) * Why do some logos hold the public's attention? Why do some brand identities work and never let go? Michael Bierut speculates. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 30, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments




Sudoku Triumphant
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- In terms of popularity, Sudoku is blowing crossword puzzles out of the water. 40 of the top 50 books in the adult "games" category are now Sudoku books, and puzzle traditionalists aren't pleased. (Source.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 30, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Thursday, June 29, 2006


New Hoops
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yet another party that I'm very late to ... Did you know that Hula Hoops are once again cool? Actually, they seem to have gone beyond cool into downright edgy, even punk. Fitness, attitude, sex, daring -- you got it. * Here's a cute fire-hoop routine. * Miss Saturn starts her saucy burlesque hoop act at about minute four in this video. * Yoga hooping. * Fairy hooping. * Hoop therapy. * Arty hooping. * Naked hooping. * Even -- gadzooks -- virtuosic middle-aged hooping. Fun to see that a movie documentary about the New Hooping is in production. Hooping.Org seems to be media central for the hooping craze. NPR offers an audio report. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 29, 2006 | perma-link | (1) comments





Wednesday, June 28, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * My copy of the July-August Commentary arrived yesterday and what did I see on the inside-back cover but an ad for a journal titled The Objective Standard. Objective? Well, the headline said "At Last! A rational, principled alternative to the disastrous ideas of liberalism and conservatism." Hmm. So I hopped on the web and looked at their site. Turns out the Ayn Rand crowd is behind it. So they really ought to have named it The Objectivist Standard. 'Cause it sure ain't objective, if the web site's contents takeouts are any guide. * That same Commentary issue has a Terry Teachout article I found interesting. Heck, I find almost anything Teachout writes interesting. Rather than his usual music commentary, Terry riffs on a new biography of the late art critic Clement Greenberg by Florence Rubenfeld ("Clement Greenberg: A Life"). Greenberg famously championed the New York School of Abstract Expressionism and did much to launch the career of Jackson Pollock. Greenberg failed to appreciate the profound wonder and significance of most post-AE art and his career as critic sputtered to a crawl by the end of the sixties. To my way of thinking, Greenberg's most dangerous notion (assuming Teachout got it right) was that there was an historical determinism in art that inevitably led to AE. This is the garbage I was fed in art history classes back in 1958-59. So now I have a better idea where my instructor got it from. (Note to self: Suck in your gut and read more about art criticism of the 1940s and 50s. Yes I was alive then, but too young to read more than Time magazine's art coverage -- though they did regularly print color reproductions of what was hot in NYC at the time.) Right now you'll have to buy the magazine to read the article. But try to remember to check their web site later this summer to see if they post it. * And what have I been up to lately? Getting rid of books. That's what. Not to mention other stuff including file cabinets full of demographic data I Xeroxed over the years at considerable time and expense. Plus piles of really old (40-50 years old) issues of Time, Newsweek and car mags such as Motor Trend. And almost every issue of Road & Track from 1956 to 1990. (I haven't actually gotten rid of the magazines yet, but need to come up with some solution that doesn't involve keeping them.) Last weekend I hauled a pile of books to Powell's in Portland and got a couple hundred dollars, selling all but four. I figure I'll need to make two more trips in July to get rid of the rest of the saleable ones. And at the end of the road, I'll still have a ton of books. As attentive 2Blowhards readers know, I got married last month. Now I'm cleaning out my apartment so that I can move in with... posted by Donald at June 28, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments





Sunday, June 25, 2006


When the Mountain Exploded
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- There are five volcanoes here in Washington and another just across the Columbia River in Oregon. Not to mention a number of others to the south, extending to California's Lassen Peak which last erupted less than 100 years ago. When I was young, the Lassen eruptions seemed a long time ago -- far away in time and place, nothing to worry about. Besides, my father, a man with scientific training, once said regarding our local volcanoes, "Aw, nothing to worry about -- they're extinct." My dad's training was not in Geology, I should add. As many of you know, Mount St. Helens (scroll down for lots of info) came to life again in the spring of 1980, adding another source of disaster to the earthquakes I wrote about here. Washington residents weren't much taken by surprise when puffs of steam started appearing atop St. Helens. Less than five years before, there was a steam episode on Mount Baker up north near the Canadian border. At the time, geologists had Baker pegged as the most likely volcano in the state to go off. So whatever surprise there was had to do with the fact that yet another volcano was acting up. As the steam spewed and ash began to darken the ice near the summit, local news media turned geologists into stars. We soon learned that rather than being "extinct" as my father thought, most of the state's volcanoes had been active in recent geological times -- even in historical times. The St. Helens link above provides a summary of known eruptive periods, and the most recent one was 1800-1857 when white men were exploring and settling the nearby lower Columbia River area. Why were eruptions taking place as late as 1857 forgotten by 20th century residents? I'm not sure, but suspect the fact that those eruptions were never photographed had something to do with it. Strato-volcanoes such as St. Helens are comparatively soft. When glaciers form, it doesn't take long (geologically) before the lava and ash layers become sculpted. Mount McLaughlin in southern Oregon looks almost perfectly conical from the direction of Medford. But from other angles, one sees that a huge chunk of its northern (shaded) side has been scooped away. Mount Hood seen from nearby Portland also shows a northerly scoop effect. But Mount St. Helens, being recently (40,000 years) created, was nearly conical all the way around and likened to Japan's Fujiyama. My mother grew up about 25 miles southwest of St. Helens and later was a schoolteacher in Longview, a late-1920s "new town" 35 miles west of the peak. She and her friends occasionally went on outings to St. Helens, picnicking by Spirit Lake at its base. Due to my laziness that made the slow drive from Interstate 5 to the mountain a good excuse not to go there, I didn't get around to visiting St. Helens until 1978 -- two years before the eruption. On a whim, I packed... posted by Donald at June 25, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Thursday, June 22, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Laurence Auster wonders why the cultural neocons at the New Criterion are so attached to modernism -- and comes up with a convincing answer. Some of Laurence's readers pitch in here. * Where did the absorption with the Self so characteristic of artists originate? We can blame it on the Romantics. * All that said, I do like a fair amount of modernist art just fine, including some paintings by the Brit Howard Hodgkin, who has a big new show up in London. Online repros of some of Hodgkin's work can be eyeballed here, here, and here. Dig the way those colors vibrate! * The sly and witty Bluewyvern has put up a a posting of links to some amazing photography sites. * Did you know that only two biographies have ever been published of the painter John Constable? He does seem to have led a very boring life ... * Rick Darby reads an article in the Orange County Register and thinks he may be seeing a little progress. Rick's blog now features a beautiful new banner headline, made for Rick by Daniel of Westgate Necromantic. Daniel is the sweet and heroic webguy who has been tech angel for 2Blowhards. Daniel's a joy to work with -- as well as (shhh!) very reasonable. * Although I've paid for Apple's .Mac service for a number of years, I have yet to make any real use of it. I see I'm not alone in wondering if .Mac is just a big waste of money. * In his explication of the Aussie slang word "bogan," Dirk Thruster lets fly with a lot of shrewd (and earthily-stated) good sense. * Design Observer's Adrian Shaughnessy raves about the German obsessive-mystic movie director Werner Herzog, one of The Wife's favorite filmmakers. DO's Michael Bierut links to a Wes Anderson American Express commercial that confirms me in my conviction that Wes Anderson deserves an Oscar for Most Annoying Filmmaker Ever. It's good to see that DO has given its own visuals a classy upgrade. * Lynn wouldn't mind living in a big Victorian house, or in a spacey bionic structure either. * Recently I put up an enthusiastic posting about the neo-Oakeshottian English philosopher John Gray. It's evidently his moment. * Pistol-packin', red-blooded George Bush has been the wussiest of weenies when it comes to his own country's southern border. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 22, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, June 21, 2006


San Jose Snazz
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: San Jose is like a pin-headed giant. Even though there are more than 900,000 residents within the city limits, the place has small downtown. There's a reason for this. The reason is that the city didn't develop "organically." I first laid eyes on San Jose in 1951 while on my first trip to California. We were probably driving along the Milpitas-Alviso road (state highway 237). In those days it was a country road, the first dry-land opportunity south of San Francisco to duck across to the east side of the bay. (We had breakfasted in Santa Clara and were on our way to Sacramento via Stockton.) To the south of the road were acres and acres of fruit trees. And I could spy way in the distance the tops of a few office buildings. That was downtown San Jose, basically an agriculture business center. Thirty years later the orchards were gone and San Jose was part of the Silicon Valley sprawl. Offices for high-tech companies were spreading from Sunnyvale and Santa Clara across the south end of the bay below the Milpitas-Alviso road to a point a few miles north of downtown. There were other office pockets, but not a large amount of development downtown. Today there are more tall buildings downtown, but not nearly as many as one would expect for a city of San Jose's population. You see, after around 1955-60, San Jose didn't expand from its center. Rather, it was flooded with largely residential growth from the northwest. Its downtown wasn't the economic growth-engine found in more isolated large cities. Efforts have been going on for some time to establish a viable downtown. As I mentioned, there are some new-ish office buildings (though their height and location are constrained by the fact that downtown is partly in the flight path of the airport). There is a nice Fairmont hotel and a fine, restored movie house that is now home to a lively opera company. What the city could use is a really snazzy retail development that would bring in lots of people and dollars. As a matter of fact, San Jose does have such a development. But it's not located downtown. The glitz capitol of southern Silicon Valley is Santana Row on Stevens Creek Boulevard across from the Valley Fair shopping center and near the interchange of Interstates 280 and 880. Santana Row is a mixed retail-residential area atop a street grid. It's three or four blocks long (though the blocks are of unequal length) and two or three blocks wide. The main street is lined with four story structures intended to evoke a European city street. The three upper floors house apartments and condos while street level is for shops and restaurants. Here are some pictures I recently snapped. Shopping is decidedly upscale -- Wikipedia notes that it was intended to be the Rodeo Drive of the north. Gucci, Salvatore Ferragamo, Furla, Tod, Donald J. Pliner, Tumi, Brooks Brothers and Burberry... posted by Donald at June 21, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Tuesday, June 20, 2006


Four Wheels Good, Two Wheels Bad
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Apologies to George Orwell and Animal Farm for the title but, hey, I'm a sucker for word-play. I'm also probably a sucker for writing this post, as I expect readers bearing torches and pitchforks to storm my humble abode. Hmm ... maybe I shoulda petitioned Michael for a pseudonym after all. Bicycles. I used to ride a big, heavy, single-speed, fat-tired Schwinn when I was a kid. And I won't categorically rule out buying a bike in the future, though I'd have to be living in a fairly flat and relatively car-free environment before I'd do so. But, bicycle enthusiasts, I'm not of your faith. Sadly, sometimes you just have to choose sides. I'm a car guy. You can talk about pollution, resource-depletion, aerobic factors and the entire litany, but you won't change my mind. As I stated in the title, four wheels good, two wheels bad. My line is drawn. Sharing the road with bicycles makes me nervous. The speed, weight and protective differences between cars and bikes are profound. Simply put, I'm afraid a bike rider will do something stupid and I'll kill him by accident. Bikes belong on trails, not roads and most streets. The bicycles that really get my goat are the "recumbent" kind, where the cyclist is usually in a supine position. A Wikipedia entry on these bicycles is here. Scroll down for a discussion of pros and cons compared to conventional bikes where the rider is upright. (For me, the greatest disadvantage of recumbent bicycles has to do with dismounting. When I rode a bike I encountered many situations where I had to stop to dismount or reposition my bicycle. This is manifestly hard to do starting from a semi-supine position. Recumbent bicycles strike me a being most useful in cruise-mode out in the country as opposed to the herky-jerky city biking environment.) Here are a couple pictures of recumbent bicycles. The first picture is public-relations fantasy for a build-it-Urself vehicle. The second shot is closer to what you're likely to see on streets and roads. With one exception. My experience has been that, in almost every case, the rider of a recumbent bicycle is a wiry guy with a beard. I'm not kidding. I almost think that the factory making those bikes has a laboratory (over there, that cement block building halfway hidden behind the paint shop) where they clone those riders. Another thing about those wiry riders with beards is that they exude an aura of intellectual superiority over the socially-unconscious likes of me. And in fact they probably are smarter than me in raw-IQ terms. Then again, Einstein combined a stratospheric IQ with gaping holes in the common-sense department, so I don't automatically take such people seriously. Matter of fact, I regard recumbent bicycle riders as little more than show-offs. Sorta like Ferrari drivers. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 20, 2006 | perma-link | (21) comments





Sunday, June 18, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Thanks to visitor Robert Holzbach, who found and passed along this beautiful online gallery of fantasy art. Amazing visuals, and stunningly presented: You can click in for very close views. As Robert writes, "With subject titles like 'Possession and Insanity' and 'Danse Macabre,', what's not to love?" * Peter wrestles with a moral dilemma on the LIRR. * I meant long ago to link to John Baker's blog but am only now catching up to doing so. An English writer, John is hilarious, well-seasoned, brainy, and very tart on any number of subjects, including book publishing and modernism. * A good line from Joseph Stiglitz: There is obviously something peculiar about a global financial system in which the richest country in the world, the United States, borrows more than $2 billion a day from poorer countries -- even as it lectures them on principles of good governance and fiscal responsibility. * I hang out in the wrong parking lots. (NSFW) * Mary Scriver turned up this amusing piece -- insightful and perverse both -- by the British art critic and artist Matthew Collings. I also enjoyed this talk between Collings and Julie Copeland about Robert Hughes. My own reaction to Collings is an odd one. I think he's brilliant, and I agree with about 80% of what he says -- a high ratio, especially given that I often find him very annoying. This page shows a couple of the paintings that Collings has made in collaboration with his wife, Emma Biggs. * Watching "Children of the Century" and "The Dreamers" has Prairie Mary herself asking one of those key questions: How did the idea of Romanticism seize us so deeply and thoroughly even way out here on the prairie? Is it the existential result of war? ... How did we get sex and violence so enmeshed with love and tenderness? Who knows what the answer is, of course. But how can you be an arts buff and not spend some time gnawing at that one? * Iran is now the nose-job capital of the world. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 18, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, June 14, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Steve Kapsinow attends that rare thing: a public presentation where snapshots triumphed over fancy computer graphics. * Here's a young man who knows how to savor his food. * For those who can never get too much sexy album-cover art ... * Women in Western countries can now pursue whatever career they choose to. Have the consequences of this development been all to the good? Alison Wolf -- a leftist and a progressive -- thinks not. She responds to critics here. * Also in the Prospect, David Goodhart makes a level-headed argument that the left needs to stop ridiculing those concerned about immigration issues, and to take these issues seriously. He cites factors that visitors to 2Blowhards will be familiar with: declining levels of trust and national cohesion, pressures on the least well-educated sectors of society, and the fact that stances on these issues don't divide up along predictable left/right axes. Nice passage: In economics and sociology the left embraces the idea of group interests and affinities. But when it comes to culture or national sentiment, the left switches to a rhetoric of individualism, implicitly seeing society -- or at least the dominant culture -- as no more than a collection of individuals with no special ties towards each other. This "blank sheet" individualism often employs the language of internationalism and universalism, increasingly the preferred discourse of elites (of both left and right) in contrast to the economic and cultural communitarianism of most ordinary people. Critics respond here. Steve Sailer takes some of Goodhart's points and runs with them. * Let it not be said that Steve Sailer lacks guts: Here's a posting where Steve dares to ask whether Jews are doing themselves a favor by shielding themselves from objective criticism in the media. I think Steve makes a very good point. How could such a strategy result in anything but self-delusion, and lots of backed-up resentment? * Jay Manifold finally catches up with David Hackett Fischer's "Albion's Seed: Four British Folkways in America" and -- as his fellow ChicagoBoyz have done before him -- raves about the book. * Once again the porn business is out there ahead of the mainstream. Which reminds me of a question I've often wondered about: In America, is the porn business our real avant-garde? * Mentos plus Diet Coke equals a very good show. * Fans of tacky and colorful vintage paperback bookjackets ("She was every inch a hellcat!") should enjoy this page. * Grandma! Grandpa! Say it ain't so! (NSFW) * Those curious about Heather Mills' softcore past can eyeball examples of her work here. (NSFW) * Here's a helpful (and brief) discussion of megalomania and narcissism. I'm reminded of more than a few people I've known ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 14, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Tuesday, June 13, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: * Michael posted here about architectural awards, including one for the restoration of the interior of Washington State's Legislative (capitol) Building. The restoration was done in conjunction with repairs and structural upgrading in response to the 28 February 2001 earthquake I mentioned here. Said building lies but a couple hundred yards from where I work. It isn't new, construction being underway 80 years ago. I suppose I'm biased, but I consider it perhaps the best-designed of the state capitol buildings, most of which seem to sport rather anemic-looking domes. Here are two views of the outside. The first view is from the northeast, then second is from the south. * It seems to be World Cup time again. That means Certain People are in white-faced panic at the thought of Englishmen at "football" matches carrying/waving/flaunting the Flag of St. George. You see, it's all so ... nationalistic and that's, well, eeeevil!! Flag of St George This is the flag of England itself, and is incorporated in the more familiar Union Flag or Union Jack (its best-known, but unofficial name). Hope I didn't terrify you by showing it. * Now for a quick Bleg. Nancy and I plan to be in Germany in September. I've pretty well nailed down lodging for the non-tour group part of the trip. However, I'd like to spend a night in the vicinity of Rothenburg ob der Tauber and Schwaebisch Hall or perhaps a tad west. These places are a bit small for big-chain hotels, so I'm wondering if any readers know of nice hotels there that might cost 100 Euros a night or less. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at June 13, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, June 12, 2006


Funny (Automobile) Faces
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The prime purpose of automobile styling is to sell cars. No doubt some stylists and academic design-groupies make the "art for art's sake" pitch, but in my book such talk would be public relations or wishful thinking from the respective sources. One sales-related aspect of car styling is brand image. Some brands feature well-established styling cues that carry over from model to model and year to year. Rolls-Royce, Mercedes-Benz and Packard (all luxury makes) are/were notable examples. General Motors had strong brand cues in the 1950s, but failed to follow-up subsequently as I noted in a post dealing with Buick's "portholes." Other makes do little in the way of long-term cues. Ford, for example, has tried many styling themes over the past 70 years, but never stuck with one for very long. About the most consistent cue over the last 20 years is the blue oval with the word "Ford" in script, a trademark borrowed from the 1920s. A recent, and to me strange and ugly attempt to establish a styling cue comes from Volkswagen and its Audi subsidiary. A styling cue gone wrong, in my opinion. Let's take a look. Gallery This is a scene from a race in the late 1930s. The lead car is an Auto Union, followed by what appear to be two Mercedes and an Alfa Romeo. Auto Union was a company formed from previously independent makes including Horch. After World War 2 the Horch was revived as the Audi brand -- "horch" and "audi" being German and Latin forms of the word "harken." The Auto Union race cars were designed by Ferdinand Porsche's engineering firm, which also designed the Volkswagen. Volkswagen eventually absorbed Audi. This is a closer view of the grille of an Audi race car -- not the car pictured above. The grille shown here is supposedly the inspiration for the styling cue under discussion. To establish a benchmark, here is an Audi A4 from a few years ago. Note the conventional grille that Audi stylists decided to juice up. This is a current Audi. The rennwagen (race car) inspired grill splashes over the nose, engulfing the bumper. A functional-purist stylist or an academic critic might contend that this design does not express the functionality of the bumper. This is true. Functionality aside, the "face" presented by the car has crossed vertical-horizontal elements that are nearly-enough visually balanced so as to create a confused impression. Worse, the Audi styling cue has recently been passed down to Volkswagen whose connection to Auto Union is far more tenuous and harder to justify. Further, it blurs the distinction between the two brands -- likely an intentional result, but hard to explain from a marketing standpoint. Another car with a prominant grille is the Chrysler 300. The bumper is nearly invisible (worrysome to me and perhaps to my insurance company), but the vertical-horizontal conflict mentioned above is eliminated; the theme is more coherent. The dominant-subordinate grille bar theme, by the... posted by Donald at June 12, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Sunday, June 11, 2006


How I Helped Build an "Atomic Bomb"
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: Nowadays, nuclear weapons proliferate and our Opinion Elite shrugs. Between 1949, when the Soviet Union exploded its first nuclear device, and 1991 when the Soviet Union expired, the Opinion Elite was worried sick about nuclear war. During that period, American armed forces included nuclear warfare as part of training activities and I got a whiff of it in Basic Training. I joined the Army a couple months after the Berlin Wall was started. During training, the Soviets set off one of the largest hydrogen bombs ever detonated. The world situation was tense and there was a more-than-academic possibility that we trainees would have to fight on a battlefield with atomic bombs or even hydrogen bombs exploding. Whether we would have to fight in a nuclear environment depended upon (1) the chance that the USA and USSR would be at war, and (2) the chance that nuclear weapons would be used in that war. This was grist for Herman Kahn, too abstract and unknowable for me to bother with. So, in spite of the Berlin crisis and Khrushchev's H-bomb rattling, I wasn't really worried about an outbreak of World War III -- that fear became stronger less than a year later when the Cuban missile crisis hit, me being stationed not far outside prime-target Washington, DC at that time. Crises aside, I never worried about nuclear war back in the 50s and early 60s . Yet if you read some of the articles I sometimes come across, the country was supposedly living in terror of death and destruction. Moreover, I don't remember any of my friends being terror-stricken either even though we lived in a town where B-52 bombers were being built. But some people felt that way; I guess I never traveled in those circles. (By "worry" I mean obsessively stew over the matter. By the age of 10 or 11, I was quite aware of the destructive potential of nuclear war, and I assume most of my friends were too. But we didn't become permanently terrified, figuring there was nothing much we could do about the problem. So we went on with life, doing the mature thing for once.) And as for the nuclear battlefield, I (and for all I know, the rest of the trainees) weren't very concerned. No doubt if a war was underway we would have worried a lot. But we would have known that, in combat, there are many ways to get killed and that atomic weapons were only one means out of many that could accomplish that. One way nukes were looked at militarily was that they were simply very large explosives that killed or wounded you -- or didn't. Aside from "wounding radiation," a result of close exposure to a blast, radiation was not a combat factor. It might kill you years or decades later, but the main thing was to get the war won first. Sometimes one has to examine things in cold blood. Let me modify... posted by Donald at June 11, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, June 5, 2006


The Tattoo for You?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: I'm a pretty cautious soul. Even so, when I was in my late teens the thought of getting a tattoo passed through my mind a time or two. But the thought never stuck. It seems I had just enough maturity (or was displaying my normal caution) to realize that whatever tattoo I got might not seem so wonderful years later. Tattoos weren't nearly as common in the 50s as they are today. Yes, Life magazine once had a feature showing people sporting Chinese dragons and other elaborate images over most of their skin. Yes, there were tattoo parlors near Seattle's waterfront that catered to seamen and others who fancied being tattooed. And yes, there was even a club/gang at my junior high school whose members had crude, do-it-yourself tattoos of a scimitar piercing skin on the left shoulder to signify membership (shockingly to us, even one girl had one). On the other hand, the famous Marlboro cigarette Marlboro Man advertising campaign was launched in 1954. The original Man was, if I recall correctly, a cowboy with an anchor tattooed on the back of one hand. The concept was to connote a he-man with an interesting past. A side-effect was to add a dash of legitimacy to tattoos. Marlboro Advertisement, 1950s. Nevertheless, tattooing remained a lower-class practice until fairly recently. Nowadays I see tattoos on women known to be college graduates. Given that natural caution of mine plus my fashion-be-damned take on current culture, I'm not about to dash off to a tattoo parlor. But I'm willing to do thought experiments. If I were 20 years old and felt I just had to get a tattoo to be with-it, what would the subject be? The safest bet, of course, would be a heart with the word "Mother" on it. The name of a girlfriend on a heart would be risky -- there's an old New Yorker* cartoon of a sailor with tattooed names of six or eight girl's names, each lined through, who was getting yet another name tattooed on his arm. I suppose I might select a patriotic theme, perhaps and eagle and flag. But I'm at a loss as to what kind of decorative pattern to choose if I didn't want an image. And Chinese dragons are usually just too large; I'd want a small (less than two-inch) tattoo. Never having been a sailor or seaman rules out an anchor. Another possibility would be the crest of my college fraternity; once a member, always one. And if I had been a Phi Gamma Delta, I already would have been tattooed upon initiation with the Greek letters on the inside of my elbow. What about you? What subject(s) would you select if you decided to get tattooed? Oh, and where would the tattooing be? -- I'd have it done on an upper arm. Later, Donald * An alert reader reminds me in Comments that the tattoo joke was actually a Norman Rockwell illustration -- a... posted by Donald at June 5, 2006 | perma-link | (29) comments





Sunday, June 4, 2006


Earthquake Hits and Misses
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I wonder how many places on Earth are not at risk from the dark side of nature. I do know that every place I've lived has had a downside ranging from difficult weather to living with the possibility of disaster. Here in the Puget Sound area disaster can strike in the form of earthquakes. (We also have volcanoes. I suppose I should assemble a post about my doings the day Mt. St. Helens blew out its side.) There have been four major Puget Sound area earthquakes in my lifetime. Although I resided in the area when each happened, I only experienced two of them: I'll explain below. For what it's worth, two of the big quakes occurred in February, the other two in April. I was six when the 6.3 magnitude 14 February 1946 quake struck. It happened in the evening. My mother was away at a school function and my father hustled us under the doorway frame between the living room and the kitchen. I remember the house getting a good shake, but that was it. Nobody was killed. The next large earthquake I experienced was the 29 April 1965 6.5 magnitude event where at least three were killed. I was in grad school and stopped by the frat house that morning to kill some time. We heard a rumble and the building started to shake slightly. At first I wondered if there was furnace trouble. The shaking quickly got worse and we knew it was a quake. Then we did the "wrong" thing -- rushed out of the building. But I took care to glance up to be sure bricks weren't starting to fall. Safely on the front lawn, I felt the ground under my feet moving in a kind of wave motion; one of my feet seemed to be raised while the other was lowered. This sensation was familiar. The previous summer I had spent a couple of weeks on a troop ship crossing the Pacific following a tour of duty in the Far East. When the ship was in motion, I was constantly adjusting my leg muscles to the roll and pitch of the deck. So when I stepped ashore, my muscles continued to make their regular, rhythmic adjustments. The sensation was that of the ground moving beneath my feet. Well, when the earthquake struck, I felt that same motion, but this time it was real. The most severe quake was the 7.1 magnitude event of 13 April 1949 which claimed eight lives. I was on my way to a downtown movie with my Cub Scout den. We were in a city bus that had just pulled up in front of the theater (for Seattle fans, it was the Orpheum, where the Westin Hotel now stands) when the quake hit. Those of us in the bus never felt the quake. The reason we didn't feel the quake was because the suspension of the bus absorbed the shock. Sitting there, I... posted by Donald at June 4, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, May 31, 2006


Generational vs. Life-Cycle Effects
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: This is a never-ending topic among marketing researchers, product planners and others trying to align company wares with those demographics moving through time at their stately pace. And it might well be a subject we'll revisit here at 2Blowhards because, Lord knows, what follows comes up far short of being definitive, though it might be fun. Once upon a time (the early 70s), a computer programmer who worked with me mentioned that if she knew someone's age, she could make a pretty good guess as to his taste in furniture. Her theory was that people's furniture tastes are formed around age 20 and her example was her early-40s boyfriend who went for Danish Modern. I mulled this over, deciding that it was a cute idea. But I was 32 and I too liked Danish Modern. If I were less lazy I'd undertake a research project on Danish Modern sales data relative to other styles to see if a decade age-gap between me and her boyfriend still fell within the apogee of Danish Modern's popularity trajectory. My guess is that it did. Matter of fact, I still like clean-lined, fairly simple furniture -- but with a smidgen of decoration such as one finds in the Arts & Crafts style. My wife, on the other hand, likes that curved, heavily-carved baroque stuff. And she's only four weeks younger than I am. Pretty small generation gap, that. This is not to say that my tastes are sunk in concrete. I'm not sure that I'd buy a Danish Modern piece in preference to another style were I furniture shopping today. But I would lean towards furniture with a clean, rather than fussy look. Okay, score one for Generation when it comes to me and furniture. Let's move to another product category. How about car types? At age 20 (well, make that ages 15-35) my desired car type was the sports car. I only was able to buy one (a Porsche 914), but I at least tried to buy sporty cars when a sports car wasn't in the fiscal cards (examples include a VW Karmann-Ghia coupe and a yellow VW Dasher with a splashy decal on each side). Moreover, the thought of willingly buying a large, American four-door sedan never entered my head when I was in my sports car phase. The large, four-door American sedan was exactly what was to be avoided at all costs. That being then and this being now, I was pleased indeed to buy a large American sedan (Chrysler 300) last year, as reported here. I'm not sure that I'd buy a sports car now even if I had the money to do so. Well, that would be true if I could only own one car. Many of today's sedans offer a driving experience not far removed from that of sports cars, whereas in 1953 there was a world of difference between an MG TD and a Buick. So I don't lose much by not... posted by Donald at May 31, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, May 30, 2006


Bagatelles (Visual Version)
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * I just crawled back from a four-day trip to Canada with my bride, Nancy. I suppose I should call it a honeymoon, but at the office we are in the midst of our annual Big Push to produce some mandated demographic data, so I had to put in a few days at work twixt wedding and trip. Taking a cue from newspapers and magazines whose production takes place over holidays and such, today I offer you a few rabbits I stuffed in my hat a couple weeks ago. Serious blogging resumes tomorrow. * I'm slowly, slowly trying to work up to speed (competence, actually) on my new (first, actually) digital camera, a Nikon Coolpix S5 (incredibly stupid name, actually ... "Coolpix"). (Hmm. Looks like I'm still over-using the word "actually.") The weekend that I'm assembling this post is having lovely spring weather. So I went up to Seattle to take some photos for another post. But I couldn't restrain myself and snapped some other subjects as well. And here they are, Seattle fans. Seattle Gallery Northern Life Tower. Well, that's the name it had when I was growing up (it's now the "Seattle Tower"). Built at the end of the 1920s, it remained one of the tallest buildings in Seattle for 30 years. As you see, it's almost entirely surrounded by taller towers. It remains my architectural favorite. Waterfront -- Pier 55. The waterfront piers were working piers when I was a kid. Cargo is now processed elsewhere, so the old piers now house restaurants, gift shops and other tourist-related activities. Aside from not having a docked steamer, this is how things looked back in the 1920s, give or take a few decades. Statue of Ivar Haglund. This sits near the Fish Bar part of his Pier 54 restaurant. Ivar was a master of public relations back in the 1940s-1960s when newspapers ruled the local media roost. He was continually pulling off successful publicity stunts that kept us entertained and happy to grab a bite at his restaurants from time to time. Ivar is gone, but we still make a point of eating at "Ivar's Acres of Clams." The Very First Starbucks. Here we are in the Seattle Public Market neighborhood, and behold! the first Starbucks store. Note that it retains the old brown-and-white logo. The early Starbucks stores, before Howard Schultz took over, were mostly sellers of beans and brewing equipment. Sun and Snow. Not far north of Starbucks is a little park overlooking Puget Sound. A nice day for working on one's future skin cancer. Note the snow-clad Olympic Mountains in the background. I see that image quality is not very good. My camera has 6 megapixel capability, but I took these pictures using the lowest possible resolution in order to keep file sizes small. I need to experiment more. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 30, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Thursday, May 25, 2006


Stores Gone Missing: What Were They?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I just got home [I wrote and cached this a couple weeks ago] after my regular Saturday run up to the Seattle area. (Well, it's a regular run when I'm not on one of my runs to San Jose and points south.) About every other trip I cross Lake Washington and visit the posh Bellevue Square mall and its environs. Went there today. What was interesting was how many stores were vacant. Back in 2002 when Boeing was on the skids due to the 9/11 attack and resulting big drop in air travel, I would have chalked this up to a sour economy. But things are booming around here, so the mall must have raised its rents or perhaps a clump of leases came up for renewal and the store operators decided to bail out for other reasons. And what was really interesting was the fact that I had no idea what stores had left. I've been noticing this inability to remember for a long time. It seems that, unless I shopped in a store a time or two, I almost never notice that such-and-such had closed. Twenty years ago, most malls had uniformly aligned storefronts. Aside from the store's sign, there was almost no individuality presented if you cast your eye down one of the mall's axes. Nowadays, many malls allow stores to have distinctive facades that can project a foot or two into the mall pedestrian space. One might think that this would make stores more memorable. But no: despite the various touches including one ex-store's use of polished granite around its display windows, I still had no clue as to what went missing. What does this mean? Is there some sort of societal force in play? Have I been having "senior moments" for the last 30 years? Beats me. So let me offer the spin that I'm a simple, practical guy who doesn't stuff his head with unnecessary information; if I never buy Mrs. Fields' cookies, why should I pay any attention to where the shop is/was located? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 25, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, May 24, 2006


Comments Problems Update
[Bumped and revised] Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- If you tried to post comments the last few days you noticed that your comment does not immediately appear. It might appear minutes or even hours later. Why? All comments are being put into a "holding tank" to await a decision by a Blowhard as to whether or not each comment is publishable. So if we are off eating, sleeping, commuting, working at our day jobs, etc., the comments just sit there. We are sorry about this because it takes a lot of fun out of the blog. The problem is that we are receiving dozens and dozens of spam comments daily and want to keep this blog clean. We are looking for software that requires readers to copy a numeric code phrase before commenting can be done. This creates a slight inconvenience, but is better than the present conditions, we think. So please bear with us until we can make commenting a more normal activity for you. I'll remove this post once the situation is resolved. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 24, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Trixie makes the whole "having cramps" thing about as vivid as can be. Men: read, learn, cower. * Here's the best theme for a blog I've seen in a long time. Yummily written and very enjoyable too. * Corbusier surprises with a posting in praise of Houston. * Talk about working at something ... * Jim Kalb suspects that Lao Tze wouldn't have had much patience with our present-day experts. * Do men have sex on their minds all the time? * Tyler Cowen points out an interesting inflation-adjusted list of movie hits, an archive of Virginia Postrel articles, and the fact that the best-selling book in all of French history is "The Da Vinci Code." * More on the media-making company behind Harvard plagiarist Kaavya Viswanathan. * God only knows how they arrive at these figures, but a billion people are now said to have access to the web. * Words of substance: Thomas Fleming of Chronicles magazine on the classical tradition and American democracy. I was impressed, but am eager to know what the real history junkies make of Fleming's piece. * Why do conservatives put up with Republicans? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 24, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments




Rise of the Machines
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards and Others -- Dept. of When It Rains it Pours: First it was the spam comments. As Donald has explained, we're being carpet-bombed daily with hundreds of spamcomments. Spamcommenters, curse them, seem to have learned how to cycle through IP addresses, rendering our usual way of managing them (ie., banning IPs) useless. Over the weekend, our heroic webguy upgraded the blog to MT 3.2; then his connection (dial-up, believe it or not) gave up the ghost. We'd like one day to have a plug-in that would require commenters to type in some random numbers to prove they aren't spambots. A small inconvenience, but one that would enable comments to pop up instantly. For the moment, though, we have no such thing installed -- which leaves us having to approve or disapprove each comment by hand. This means that when we're away from the computer, comments will queue up for a while. Apologies for that. We know it detracts from the fun of a blog's give-and-take. But your comments will show up eventually, and we do hope to have a random-number thingee installed soon. Then it was the home computer's turn to raise the blood pressure. After 10 months of eerily flawless service, the iMac The Wife and I love so dearly took ill. Apple phone support told us in no uncertain terms that the machine required an in-person looksee, so we hauled our beloved off to the local Apple store. Back home, intent on not depriving ourselves of the Internet, I plugged the five-year-old old iBook into the cable modem. The computer and the Internet refused to play nice together. Three hours later, I was still juggling calls to our ISP and to AppleCare. The Wife gave me a pitying and appreciative look, decided she'd like to talk to her Mom -- then stared in perplexity at her cellphone, which was giving her nonsensical readouts. Was there a new magnetic force in the air? In any case, we both needed a break at the end of a semi-trying day, so we settled down before the TV and clicked on the remote. What had we collected on the DVR? Uh-oh: What was that unfamiliar red light on the face of the DVR trying to tell us? ... Tech support is still at work on that one. The time had come for our cast of machines to show us who's really boss, I guess. We had everything but Kristanna Loken (very cute but mildly NSFW) to make a true "T-3" couple of days of it. Anyway: thanks to all for continued patience. I'm hoping to find a few non-tech-preoccupied moments when I can make a bit of a return to the fun of blogging ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 24, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Tuesday, May 23, 2006


Dig, Patch or Flatten?: Alaskan Way Viaduct
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Oakland's Cypress Street Viaduct collapsed, transforming automobiles into pancake-like objects, when the big 1989 earthquake struck the Bay Area. The viaduct was opened in 1957 and was structurally similar to Seattle's Alaskan Way Viaduct which was completed in 1953. The Alaskan Way Viaduct still stands, though it suffered damage in the large Puget Sound area quake of 2001. How much longer it will stand is a matter of considerable local debate. That is, unless another earthquake intervenes to polish it off. When new, the Alaskan Way Viaduct was a Big Deal. This was before Congress passed the legislation creating the Interstate system of freeways, so freeways of any kind were comparatively rare outside of the Northeast and Los Angeles. There were none whatsoever in the Seattle area until the Viaduct was built. The Viaduct is a two-level affair, both levels raised, each level handling one direction of traffic, with parking underneath. It runs along the harbor next to dockside thoroughfare Alaskan Way. Downtown Seattle proper is on a hillside starting a block farther east of the northern part of the Viaduct. At the time the Viaduct was built, the parts of the city next to it were pretty ratty; First Avenue, for instance, was home to pawn shops, taverns, rescue missions, cheap movie houses, flop houses and houses of other kinds. What the Viaduct did was divert U.S. Highway 99 traffic from having to creep through downtown Seattle (Interstate 5 was nearly a decade in the future). And as stated, this was a Big Deal. It received a lot of favorable press coverage (can you imagine the press giving any freeway totally positive coverage these days?). And it was a Big Thrill when my father drove us on the Viaduct for the first time. Times have changed. First Avenue still boasts a couple token X-rated theaters, but the rest of its charming ambiance has given way to condos, the Seattle Art Museum, a Harley showroom, boutiques and restaurants. Moreover, the local intelligentsia has been grumbling about the Viaduct for decades. They contend that it's ugly and walls off the city from the waterfront. In November 2005 a statewide Initiative was voted in, raising taxes for (theoretically) transportation infrastructure improvements. (For what it's worth, I voted against the Initiative because I think transportation moneys are not being wisely spent in Washington State. I think the local power structure of government officials, planners, liberal businessmen, etc. is all too sold on public transportation when what the region desperately needs is another beltway. But what do I know compared to those super-brainos.) A problem with the Initiative is that not enough money will be raised to actually complete any of the important promised projects, including replacing the Viaduct. There are three basic options regarding the fate of the Viaduct: Simply tear the Viaduct down and widen Alaskan Way. This might be the simplest solution and would resolve all aesthetic issues. Its downside is that the Viaduct carries... posted by Donald at May 23, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments





Monday, May 22, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I said I was gonna get hitched and, by golly, I did! Let Him Eat Cake. Here is The Bride trying to get the fussy eater to munch some wedding cake (I didn't offer much resistance). [Photo by Elizabeth Pittenger] Despite a rainy forecast, we had sunny weather. But it wasn't very hot, plus there was a strong breeze, so Kirkland, Washington's Woodmark Hotel at Carillon Point (on the shore of Lake Washington) kept the flaps of the tent down -- hence the yellow hue to the picture. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 22, 2006 | perma-link | (24) comments




Would You Hire a Ph.D.?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I suppose I'm extrapolating from my own personality and experience in graduate school. Lord knows it took me a long time to get my mind halfway back to normal afterwards. As a result, if I were still in the demographic data business and was hiring, I'd be more cautious when evaluating candidates with doctorates than I would with people with lesser degrees. Not that there's anything categorically wrong with Ph.D.s, mind you. No question that the typical Ph.D. has above-average intelligence; that's a valuable trait for the data game. Plus, earning a doctorate normally requires persistence, another useful trait. But Ph.D. holders can carry less-desirable baggage, especially those whose degrees are not in hard-science or engineering fields. This risk is higher the more recently-minted the Ph.D. is. One potential problem with brand-new Ph.D.s has to do with that recently-completed dissertation. It can take two or more years to get through the process. This can do serious damage to one's sense of time if one is dropped into a business research setting. (I'm not talking about pharmaceutical testing and other intrinsically long-term research here.) As stated, a dissertation can take years. Government research projects can take months. Business research often can be expressed in terms of weeks. There's a serious gap between weeks and years, and some bright Ph.D.s can have trouble with this. Dissertations are supposed to be practically perfect. The Ph.D. candidate can spend large chunks of time submitting draft chapters to his dissertation committee members who are seemingly never quite satisfied with this detail or that. Of course the world doesn't need Ph.D.s who are sloppy researchers, but the new doctors might have difficulty grasping the notion that imperfect research can be good enough. Most will understand this sooner or later: a few might never get it. So one item I'd want to tease out during a job interview would be how wedded the person was to the ideal of uncompromising quality. If the person was adamant regarding quality, then I'd probe regarding flexibility and practicality on other matters. If I detected such traits, I might figure that he could be weaned from perfectionism. A potential problem for social-science Ph.D.s is too strong a commitment to Theory. This can come from the classroom or seminar, but the first dissertation chapter typically deals with previous research ("the literature") and setting up the hypothesis to be tested in later chapters, so Theory is usually a big deal from this source as well. Theory is not a bad thing, but practicality normally trumps it in business settings. The job candidate should show a sense of perspective/flexibility on this. It wasn't much the case in my grad school days, but nowadays a number of academic disciplines have been hijacked by political movements. While it's hard to imagine a diehard deconstructionist applying for a private-sector research job, I'm certain I'd never hire such a person if he came calling: he'd only be a source of trouble for... posted by Donald at May 22, 2006 | perma-link | (17) comments





Wednesday, May 17, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Francis Coppola has directed another movie -- his first since 1997's "The Rainmaker." * So Bush is talking tough on immigration. Is he serious? Steve Sailer does the arithmatic and concludes that Bush's plan will deploy one American soldier every 4.5 miles along the border. That'll hold 'em back! The Heritage Foundation looks at the Senate's plan for immigration and calculates that it's likely to result in 103 million new legal immigrants over the next 20 years. Your commute is likely to become a very long one. Steve also supplies a link-a-thon to other commentaries about the immigration follies. * A geek's idea of love? (NSFW) * Meet the guy who makes a fortune arguing that white men are guilty until proven innocent. * Here's another landmark that need never have been passed. * I have the honor of having provoked one of GNXP's most profound and urgent postings-and-commentsfests. As ever, I conclude that further studies are needed. * Ronald Neame, the director of the original "Poseidon Adventure," is 95 and going strong. He recently attended the new "Poseidon Adventure" and ... Well, his comment about contempo films generally bears cutting-and-pasting: "Everything at the moment has become too frenetic, partly because the stories are not good enough ... So they try to make up for their lack of good characterisation and storytelling by quick cutting and frenetic use of the camera. And I think that's a pity." * I wrote here about the brilliance of the British visual-book publisher Peter Kindersley. Fun to notice that the company he founded, DK Publishing, is a repeat winner of kids' science-book prizes. I see that, since Kindersley sold the company, he has become an organic farmer. * Sergei Eisenstein, erotic draftsman. * Here's a downloadable recording of a 1963 panel discussion between John Simon, Dwight MacDonald, and Pauline Kael. * Agnostic visits NYC and has some perceptive things to say about its weird eco (or is that ego?) system. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 17, 2006 | perma-link | (18) comments





Monday, May 15, 2006


End of Evolution: Passenger Cars
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A while ago I wrote (here) about how airliners evolved to a (nearly) common shape by the early 1930s followed in the mid 1950s by some adjustments related to the innovation of the gas turbine engine. Because airplanes need to fly, constraints on their shape are stringent. Automobiles are less constrained than passenger airliners. Nevertheless, constraints exist and cars experienced an evolution to a "final" shape by the late 1940s. Since then, automobile styles have exhibited variations -- sometime considerable ones (1950s tail fins and wrap-around windshields) -- but keep returning to the form attained shortly before 1950. In my post about airliners I hypothesized that a major change in appearance was only likely if there was a major technological change. For airliners, the advent of jet engines meant a speed increase to near trans-sonic levels, resulting in swept-back wings. By eliminating propellers, there was greater freedom in engine-placement. As for cars, technological changes have been considerable, but more in the realm of refinement rather than revolution. Regarding appearance, car makers can make greater use of curved glass than they could around 1950. Improvements in sheet steel stamping and forming allow for more sculpted exteriors. But these factors are evolutionary, not revolutionary. From about 1890 when the very first automobiles appeared to around 1910 or 1915, there was considerable variation in mechanical layout and appearance as manufacturers tried alternatives before settling on a widely-accepted layout. This layout had the following features: (1) four wheels, the front two steerable, (2) a water-cooled engine in the front of the car along with its radiator, (3) power transmitted to the two driving wheels in the rear via a driveshaft and a gearing system, (4) the driver positioned on a seat near the middle of the wheelbase and steering by means of a wheel, and (5) most additional passengers and cargo placed behind the driver. During the 1920s a major focus continued to be mechanical reliability and refinement. The main change in appearance was the closed body that could now be built economically thanks to various technical improvements. By the late 20s, mass-produced bodies began be designed by professional stylists, resulting in cleaner, better-integrated appearance (for example in the transition between the hood and the passenger compartment). The Great Depression of the 1930s spurred manufacturers to innovate so that their cars would be as attractive as possible to the Depression-reduced pool of potential buyers. The Thirties was the period of greatest change in the general appearance of the automobile. Chrysler produced its 1934 Airflow model that featured somewhat aerodynamic shaping and the engine moved forward so that it was partly over the front axle-line rather than behind the axle -- the common practice till then. By moving the motor forward, the passenger compartment also was moved forward with the result that the rear seat of a sedan was in front of the rear axle rather than above it. This meant that the body could be lowered and that... posted by Donald at May 15, 2006 | perma-link | (8) comments





Sunday, May 14, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: * I keep hoping I'm wrong, but I have the impression that the "Valley Girl" accent is spreading across the country from its LA home. I tend to blame television, perhaps those "reality" shows, for this unfortunate trend. On the other hand, I can't recall having heard a guy speaking Valley. Not that are no such guys -- there must be at least a few. Can anyone explain why it is that gals tend to talk Valley and guys don't? * Speaking of accents and puzzlements, consider the way people in Philadelphia and Baltimore speak (or did back in the Sixties when I was stationed at Fort Meade and later attended Dear Old Penn). The salient sound is the diphthong. The phrase "let's go" sounds like "let's geh-ah-oh" for example. My memory is pretty fuzzy regarding this detail, but I seem to recall that I thought the Philadelphia accent was the Baltimore accent with slight New York City overtones. The puzzling thing to me is why Philadelphia and Baltimore accents are much more similar than New York and Philadelphia accents. True, Baltimore is trivially nearer to Philly than New York. Baltimore was originally settled by Roman Catholics and Philly by Quakers. Did both groups come from the same part(s) of England? Perhaps it's because New York started as a Dutch colony, which might make it different. But I have to strain to find links between a New York accent and Dutch. Add to that the fact that the Hudson Valley was settled by the Dutch, and the only local accents I heard there seemed to have touches of regional England usages ("draw" instead of "drawer"). * Might as well end this with yet another accent observation. Many movies made in the Thirties that were set in New York or thereabouts featured actors with "Mid-Atlantic" accents -- American with English overtones such as broad A's and dropped R's. Perhaps this was actually a commonly-used theatrical accent because the introduction of sound to movies created a demand for actors who didn't sound awful. Or maybe not. If you've listened to old newsreel clips of Franklin Roosevelt ("We have nothing to fee-ah but fee-ah itself!"), you'll likely think he sounded a lot like those movie actors. So perhaps that accent was once common in the wealthier parts of the mid-Hudson Valley and the North Shore of Long Island and isn't really theatrical or "Mid-Atlantic" after all. But I don't come from that neck of the woods (or Long Island Sound) and might well be totally wrong. Can someone set me straight? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 14, 2006 | perma-link | (19) comments





Friday, May 12, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Does buying organic food make a difference? And if so, what kind? * Allan Wall sizes up Mexico's billionaires, and wonders why they aren't doing more to help their country's poor. Fun fact for the day: Public officials in Mexico pay themselves better than public officials do in rich countries. * Is it unthinkably inhumane to treat illegal immigrants as felons? (Currently the U.S. treats them as mere civil offenders.) If that's the case, then how odd it is that Switzerland, Sweden, Japan, Egypt, and -- oh, yeah -- Mexico all do just that. * Hey, Pauline Kael's superb essay about Cary Grant is now online. You don't read writing like that in magazines any longer. * The BBC has climbed on board the happiness bandwagon. Meanwhile, Psychology Today asks whether happiness is even possible in the absence of adversity. * Supercute girlpunk! Shades of Bananarama, the Go-Gos, and Shonen Knife! * Thanks to Tatyana, who sent along a link to this doozy of a Daniel Libeskind tower soon to go up in Sacramento. Two questions: 1) What kind of idiot thinks that buildings should resemble pieces of abstract/conceptual sculpture? And 2) Why is the word "luminous" so prominent in today's high-end real-estate/ architecture market? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 12, 2006 | perma-link | (14) comments





Thursday, May 11, 2006


... And What Era Would You Like to Visit?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In a recent post titled "Living in Another Era" (here) I asked what time/place readers might want to live. Commenters Michael Blowhard and Lexington Green wisely noted that modern medicines and other essentials would be lacking. Lexington also stated that he's just fine with the here and now ("This is the golden age of health, wealth and opportunity.") I think they are right, and have thought so for quite a while, though I had some doubts back in the 1970s. In the 70s, I figured that my parents (born 1907/08) probably had it best despite having to endure the Great Depression. As a matter of fact, I consider myself extremely lucky to be living when and where I am: Consider all the less-pleasant alternatives. Then Friedrich von Blowhard jumped in with the following: I'd absolutely love to visit (not necessarily live in) two periods: Florence in 1300 A.D., when both Giotto and Dante were in residence there. In addition to buying those two a beer, I'd love to have seen how pre-Renaissance Florence, an industrial city with a far larger population and with a far more dynamic economy than its Renaissance avatar, worked, as the Florentines of that era were really making it up as they went along. Likewise, I'd love to have seen Amsterdam in roughly 1600 A.D. while the Dutch were fighting the Spanish, creating a world empire, and developing the first modern economy (to say nothing of inventing the microscope and the thermometer)--a good chance to catch the modern world 'in ovo'. This is a better idea for a Comments feast. Experience the interesting stuff without the health dangers. Lemme see... I think New York City 1925-1940 would be fascinating. So would California in the late 30s. And Paris in the Belle poque; London in the same era. Oh, and both in 1925-35. For some reason I can't quickly come up with an earlier period that hops onto my "must visit" list. I'll mull it over and add a comment if something strikes me. Now it's your turn. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 11, 2006 | perma-link | (14) comments




Living in Another Era
Donald Pittenger writes I suspect that most folks, at one time or another, wonder what life would have been like if they'd lived in another country, in another time or, most likely, both. Of course you could never have been you if you hadn't been conceived at the exact time you were by the exact-same egg and sperm. Otherwise, something would have differed -- perhaps only the shape of your nose -- and your life slowly would have diverged from the path it actually took. Nevertheless, it can be fun to speculate. Knowing that it's all rather pointless, I don't dwell on it -- haven't given the matter much serious thought. So take what follows for what little it's worth. When I was a teenager, I became fascinated by the Roaring Twenties. I once read a humor novel (I forget the title and author) set in the Twenties college scene. The hero was named Joe College and the heroine was called Betty Coed, natch. They did all the fun football and frat house parties stuff. Boy that seemed neat! Nowadays, being a barely-detectable bit more mature (those frat house parties with Betty still seem pretty neat), I suppose I'd prefer to live when and where a great empire was at its peak. Besides peace and prosperity (away from the frontiers, anyhow), there would be lots of interesting cultural and intellectual activity. (Part of my fantasy is that I'd be roughly the same relative socioeconomic status that I am here and now -- no danger of being a galley-slave). So maybe it would be Roman times: late Republic or early Empire, let's say. Or in England between the time of the Crimean War and the Great War. An alternative English example would be London in the time of Dr. Johnson. On further thought, if cultural/intellectual considerations were less important and quality of daily life was a leading criterion, then living in an imperial province or protectorate would do. Examples might include Provence, Cisalpine Italy or Greece during the Roman times just mentioned. What are some of your picks? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 11, 2006 | perma-link | (14) comments





Wednesday, May 10, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Was Stephen Colbert's performance at the White House Press Correspondent's dinner last week brilliantly funny or just plain obnoxious? You decide. * Tyler Cowen lists the top five lies of economists. * Long ago I raved about Patrick Allitt's lecture series for the Teaching Company entitled "American Religious History." It's a cruise through American history from an unexpectedly enlightening point of view; Allitt himself is a wonderfully clear, upbeat, and helpful guide. I notice that the series is now on sale for a very good price. * While Republicans do their best to make LBJ look like a skinflint, Australia's budget has been in surplus for 9 of the last 10 years. * Who were the book packagers behind the Kaavya Viswanathan fiasco anyway? Thanks to Prairie Mary, who sent along a link to this good NY Observer article about Alloy Entertainment. * Mary herself wonders how anyone can think of cats as "cute." As you might expect, Mary's posting is anything but an example of the usual catblogging. * Steve recommends Nicholas Wade's new book. * So, Townes Van Zandt ... That weird Michael Blowhard sure loves his music. But how can I be certain whether I really want to commit hard-earned bucks to sampling his work? YouTube to the rescue: * Jonathan reveals the grimy truth about keyboards. * Geeks, eh? (NSFW) Best, Michael Blowhard... posted by Michael at May 10, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, May 8, 2006


Carmel Has Gone to the Dogs
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Carmel-by-the-Sea, California went to the dogs years ago, though I haven't yet discovered exactly when it happened or why. What most folks call "Carmel" is officially "Carmel-by-the-Sea" and is distinct from Carmel Highlands, Carmel Valley and other nearby Carmel-ish places named after the mission established in 1771. Carmel-by-the-Sea was an artist colony as long ago as 1913 when poet Robinson Jeffers settled there. Carmel is at the southern edge of the Monterey Peninsula and adjoins ritzy, golf course strewn Pebble Beach, home of the famous Lone Cypress tree and the annual Concours d'lgance classic automobile show. Perhaps its best-known resident is actor Clint Eastwood, who served for a time as mayor. He owns the Mission Ranch resort which includes a nice restaurant where I sometimes dine. Other Carmel area residents you might have heard of are Reggie Jackson the baseball player ("Mr. October") and actress-singer Doris Day. Doris Day is a big-time animal lover. She is part-owner of Carmel's Cypress Inn hotel, which is big-time pet-friendly. I visited the Cypress Inn once a couple of years ago. As you can see on its Web site, it's a charming-looking place. There are plenty of framed Doris Day movie posters and you probably won't have to wait long before spying an animal -- a dog, most likely. Actually, when walking the art gallery infested streets of Carmel, you're seldom out of sight of a pooch. Or two. Or three or more. Many with the same owner; multiple leashes might well be a status symbol hereabouts. Dogs range from twitchy, tiny things to shaggy, white ones resembling small polar bears. Here are some pictures I snapped on a recent visit. (Pardon the quality; it's my first digital camera and I'm still learning how to get pictures from the camera to the blog.) Carmel-by-the-Sea Dog Gallery The central sign is for a pet goods store. Many stores offer water bowls for passing pooches. Tiffany too! Petting other folks' pets is a favorite sidewalk activity. No comment. Carmel has too many dogs for my taste and for the taste of The Fiance as well: we often find ourselves making snide remarks about them and (especially) their owners. No doubt this is because I'm not much of a dog fan. I like dogs in theory, mind you. They can be useful for tending sheep and calling out warnings when strangers approach. But I don't like them sticking their slobbery snouts on me. Nor do I have enough time to devote to their psychological needs to be a good owner. Cats are much less trouble, but I prefer being pet-free. (Yes, my family once had a pet dog when I was young: cats too.) All-in-all, I think Carmel needs fewer dogs and more children. I'm certain that all of you agree. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 8, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments





Friday, May 5, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Yahmdallah has been treating himself to a movie orgy. He lists and annotates some must-see movie-history greats, he gives up on Gus Van Sant, and he recommends the TV series "Dead Like Me." Great Yahmdallah line (a propos of "Thumbsucker"): "It's now official. I will never again waste time on a 'small film' about 'the little earthquakes' in our lives." * Tatyana reviews a vacation in Portugal in pix and words. You'll be dreaming of sipping port by the time she's done. She also shows how beautiful spring can be in Brooklyn's Botanical Garden. * Matt McIrvin is a major fan of the Polish sci-fi genius Stanislaw Lem. * So Jen and her good friend Nat walk into this bar, and ... OMG! * Starbucks signs with William Morris. * YouTube is about to surpass CNN in online popularity. Paul Boutin tries to figure out what kind of juju MySpace and YouTube share. * Speaking of YouTube, here's the Jefferson Airplane on Ed Sullivan, doing a rousing version of their grimly ecstatic "White Rabbit." * The delicious and talented Molly Crabapple -- saucy both as a po-mo vaudeville personality and a designer/illustrator -- co-sponsors a hip and happening downtown drawing session. Here's the drawing session's own blog. I'm glad to see that Molly is showing her naughty Victoriana in Phoenix soon. * Chris White, who owns an art gallery in Maine, sometimes stops by 2Blowhards and provides good-humored and brainy counterpoint to our more cranky rants. Please be sure to check out his gallery's website. Chris handles a lot of classy and beautiful art. * Having taken the plunge and devoted herself to writing, Prairie Mary reviews her financial situation. Those who imagine that the writing life is a glamorous and glitzy one will learn much from this posting. Savor that prose too -- Mary is a powerhouse of a writer. * I confess that I have no idea why so many people seem to think that skyrocketing population numbers are a great thing. As Dean Brown writes, "What's the Problem With Less Crowding?" James Kunstler thinks that we ought to be warier than we are when our elites use the word "growth." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 5, 2006 | perma-link | (18) comments





Tuesday, May 2, 2006


More on Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Thanks to Claire, who mentioned that the Smithsonian acquired the kitchen of Julia Child and has put it on display. (There is some justice in the museum world.) Off Googling thanks to Claire, I notice that the Smithsonian has also done a nice job of making Julia's kitchen (and a lot of Julia lore) available on the web. Be sure to make Claire's own blog a regular destination point. Claire discusses TV, supplies lots of interesting links, and recounts lively and telling anecdotes from her life -- she has the real storyteller's gift. * Thanks also to visitor Steve, who left a couple of informative and interesting comments on my recent posting about slaughterhouses and carrots. Steve's background is a country one, and he had this to say (I've edited his comments just a bit): I grew up on a small family farm in rural Nebraska, and the town 20 miles away had a large industrial meat packing plant. I knew several kids from my class who worked there briefly after high school. I say "briefly" because none of them could stand it for more than 3 months. And I mean literally 3 months -- I remember talking to them in the fall after graduation and they had all quit. These were kids who grew up on a farm like myself, and they were unequivocal: it was the worst job in the world. Dangerous, filthy, degrading, impossible to get the smell of blood and guts out of clothing and hair and nostrils at the end of the day. They all saw several people badly injured on the job, and experienced first-hand the callousness of the plant management to the injuries and appalling work conditions. This was before the industry started recruiting and bussing illegals up from the border, but you could see the direction the industry was going. They didn't want to pay to create a work environment in which non-desperate people would want to work, or pay wages that non-desperate people were willing to work at. It's a vile industry, period. I'm not an expert in industrial design, and Im not exactly sure what a humane meat processing plant would look like, but Im confident it does not have to be this way. These were conscious choices made by the people at the top about what they wanted to pay their workforce and how they wanted to design their plants, and they went the inhuman route to maximize profits. (...) I grew up on a livestock farm, where the cattle were grazed in open fields and the hogs were not crated but allowed to wander in open enclosures. And at the end of the day the cattle were "finished" in confinements and all the animals were killed for meat. There's a reasonable way to raise and slaughter animals for food. It's not always pretty, but it's far from the hell of modern industrial livestock farming. Also, I should add that Orwell got... posted by Michael at May 2, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments




Take That Painkiller ... or Not
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm not on the subject of really serious pain, the kind one gets after a major wound or from cancer. I'm thinking of minor stuff and different strategies people take when dealing with actual or anticipated pain. Plus I'm not a pain expert, being pretty fortunate in my life to have avoided (so far) all but one childhood ache in the bone above one ear and some childhood toothache pangs. I should add that as I've aged, I gotten much less sensitive to the sorts of pains that bothered me as a child. Looking back, I think that I was hyper-sensitive to pain in my pre-teen years. For example, I've had a few root canal procedures and even more tooth-bulldozings for crowns, not to mention a tooth implant that involved a lot of demolition of the molar being replaced. Each time, the dentist wrote a prescription for a pain-killer. But I found that I almost never needed them. I did take one pill following the tooth removal for the implant, but that was a borderline case and I might have been able to skip it. Then there is the somewhat related matter of anesthesia when the level is at the option of the patient. Examples include examinations of the colon, esophagus and urinary tract. In each case I opted for the lowest level of anesthesia. The Fiance, on the other hand, had one of those examinations and insisted on being put completely under. In no way was I trying to be "macho." There are dangers to being totally anesthetized. Plus, knowing that I'm less sensitive to pain than I once was, I figured that I could get by with lesser amounts of the stuff. And I did just fine. Finally there is the case of my father. He claimed that when he went to the dentist, he refused Novocain because he feared the needle more than the drill. Recalling the pain I had felt in childhood from the low-speed drills dentists used then (even having had Novocain), I thought my father was totally nuts. It's possible that he was BS-ing us, but when he kidded us his pattern was to come clean after only a short time. So I'm guessing he was truthful. Do you have any pain/painkiller tales to tell us? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at May 2, 2006 | perma-link | (12) comments





Monday, May 1, 2006


Conventions about Everything
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Coming soon to Phoenix: the world's biggest thriller (as in book-thriller, not movie-thriller) convention. And soon to take place in the Chicago area: ShibariCon, the convention for those who love the art of Japanese rope bondage. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 1, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Steve Sailer asks the hard questions that the mainstream media have been avoiding about the Duke case, and supplies some arresting facts and figures too. Steve also posts a lot of info about the unappetizing man behind the Spanish "Star-Spangled Banner." Quel surprise: He isn't Hispanic. * The Sudoku craze shows no sign of abating. In Britain, sales of pencils are said to have risen 700% as a direct consequence of Sudoku's popularity. * Although my gaydar isn't bad, my lesbian-dar is very weak. Still, I can't say that I was surprised to read this. * Enough with denouncing the absurdities of modernist art: Where to find the good nonmodernist new stuff? Roger Kimball looks at what he considers to be one of the "Bright Spots" in the contemporary art scene. * Shouting Thomas shows what an un-PC movieworld might look like. He also hosts a Big Apple Blog Fest, and moves ambitiously into videoblogging. Hmm: VideoEgg seems to work well as a video-hoster ... * Federal-government pork this year totals $29 billion. * Edward Feser takes a sympathetic/skeptical look at the thoughts of libertarian theorist Murray Rothbard. * Is there a way to merge a book and a website? The latest author to take on this challenge is Robert Frenay, who is making his pop-science book "Pulse" available via RSS feed, and is filling the text-bits with relevant links. Sign up here. * I love it when Mike Hill goes into storytelling mode. Recently Mike recalled the days he spent working in hotels. Hollywood? There's a movie in these adventures, if not a TV series. As usual, I'll settle for a 15% finder's fee. * Anything but a tie-dyed leftist, Rick Darby thinks George Bush has a lot to answer for. Rick also links to a fascinating web-linkage graphic. * I can think of worse ways to spend a work day. (NSFW) * Neil has had it with being a loser. * Let's ditch the sentimentality for a moment. Did earlier waves of immigration into America really work out that well? AFF wonders. * Razib hasn't been able to get his mind off those unusual people, the Finns. * Art history of the most earthy and essential kind. (NSFW) * More necessary cultural history, this time of the underground sort: here, here, here. * Literature be damned: It's romance fiction that continues to prosper, even in these raw and edgy times. The latest estimate is that romances account for 55% of all mass market paperback sales. Thanks to Dave Lull for pointing out this fun Missoula Independent visit with three romance authors. * Those who enjoy gnawing on the "what's up with that?" question about modernism should enjoy Michael Mehaffy's essay on the topic. Mehaffy is a Christopher Alexander fan, and he has collaborated on writing with Nikos Salingaros. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 1, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments





Saturday, April 29, 2006


Food Linkage
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Odious and Peculiar has a few things he'd like recent Culinary Institute grads to know about. Link thanks to Steve Bodio, who recently wrote a posting that's key reading for meat-eaters. Great Steve line: "France may be in a decline, but any civilized person must be thankful for its food, wine, and shotguns!" Don't miss (also via Steve) this lovely LATimes review of Julia Childs' autobiography. Julia Child was, IMHO, a major figure in American culture. Like Jane Jacobs, she was one of those terrific midcentury oddballs who -- at a time when America generally was hurrying down the interstate to plastic-suburbia TV blandness -- helped us rediscover what "quality of life" means, and why it's worth paying attention to. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 29, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Thursday, April 27, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Cowtown Pattie and Kman go to the Arts Festival and discover a smokin' band. * Guess why rates of AIDS among black people have grown so much in recent years. * Mad magazine's brilliant Sergio Aragones has a website. I especially enjoyed this page, where he answers questions from fans. Here's Wikipedia on Sergio. * Google is now offering a free webpage creator. The resulting webpages look pretty blah and are anything but dynamic. But they're certainly a snap to make. (Note: Some web-people are concerned that pages created with Google's service will allow spammers to lift your email address, so be warned.) Phillipp Lenssen looks at what people are doing with Google Pages. * The NYTimes' Katherine Zoepf reports that 25% of all Syrian wives have been beaten. * Fred has got the musical greats diagnosed. * Evoca, a new audio webservice, is certainly a cleanly-executed project. But for the life of me I can't imagine what I'd ever do with it ... * He has to. He's French. * Snoop Dogg, novelist. * Shyness can be charming, and (like any personality trait) it can also become a problem. But when does it deserve to be considered a disease? * How common is white-on-black rape anyway? Kathleen Parker rehearses the figures. * Bookgasm's Bruce Grossman is recommending some crime novels. One them is by Charles Williams, I was pleased to notice. I read my first Charles Williams ("The Hot Spot") a few years ago, and found it to be seedy-noir bliss, as well as smashingly plotted. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 27, 2006 | perma-link | (17) comments





Wednesday, April 26, 2006


Smoke Awareness
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In Washington State it's against the law to smoke within 25 feet of an entrance or opening of a building open to the public. That means stores, office buildings, restaurants, bars and just about everything but private residences. This wasn't a legislative act, but the result of a popular vote on an initiative. The law went into effect last December. (I voted against the initiative for reasons having nothing to do with smoking, pro or con.) Washington was a pretty smoke-free place even before the initiative was placed on the ballot, and has been for many years. I find it interesting to be reminded just how much smoke there was when I was young. One reminder happened in the late 1980s or early 90s when I went to my college fraternity's "founders' day" celebration. After the usual schmoozing the doors to the frat house dining room were opened and all of us old alums seated ourselves around the tables just as we had years before when in college. And, just as it was years before, out came the cigarettes. Before long, the air in the room was hazy and the smell of smoke was pervasive. It was really noticeable. Then the thought hit me: It must have been just as smoky when I was in school, but I didn't really pay attention to the smoke back then. Smoke was simply part of the everyday environment. So were smoking-related things such as ash trays. Nowadays it's hard to get this kind of time machine experience in America. But you can in Europe. Three years ago The Fiance (who hates smoking) and I were walking the streets Vienna and thinking about taking a break. We stepped into a cafe/pastry shop and encountered a wall of smoke. After a minute or two we agreed to retreat and look for a non-smoking place to rest our feet. If this post has a moral, it might be: One usually takes the everyday environment, whatever it is, for granted. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 26, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, April 25, 2006


Movin' 'Mericans
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Are you following the herd? The U.S. Census Bureau recently released a report (this is a large by blog link standards -- 5.11 MB -- PDF file) on domestic net migration trends in the United States down to the county level for the period 2000-2004. "Domestic" migration in demography-speak refers to migration involving moves from one part of the country to another; moves with foreign origins or destinations are not considered in the report. The Bureau defines "migration" as a change in residence where a county line is crossed. "Net" migration is in-migrants minus out-migrants, or the net effect of the migration process. There are two basic sources for the migration data. For the population age 65 and older, Medicare records are used. For the rest of the population, the Bureau uses IRS income tax records. Migration is measured by comparing addresses from year to year. A change in address represents a "move," and a move across a county line is a "migration" as noted above. One can nit-pick that the information is incomplete by citing people not reporting to the IRS or who are first-time filers. But there is nothing much that can be done about these defects, and they probably don't distort the overall picture. As for spouses and dependent children, these get picked up by the number of exemptions claimed on the tax form. So much for the geek stuff. What about the horse race? The decades-long mega-trend of net migration from the Northeast, Great Lakes and upper Plains states to the rest of the country continues, though there have been detail changes. During the 1990s Maine exported people, but in the 2000-04 period became the strongest migration magnet in the Northeast. New Hampshire, Vermont and Rhode Island also were gainers. Massachusetts' annualized net out-migration numbers and rates increased from 1990-2000 to 2000-04 whereas Connecticut and former sick-man Pennsylvania, while still negative, were much less so. New York and New Jersey continued to have heavy out-migration. Out west, most of what the Bureau calls the Mountain division had net in-migration, paced by Nevada and Arizona. The Pacific division (the three coastal states plus Alaska and Hawaii) had net out-migration for both periods, though Washington and Oregon were in-migratory throughout. The state with the largest positive net migration count in 2000-04 was Florida, averaging 190,000 per year. This volume was almost three times greater than that for Arizona, its nearest rival. Moreover, Florida actually increased its pace; its annualized rate per thousand population went from 7.9 in the 90s to 11.4 in the present decade. Although southern states were generally in-migratory, exceptions were Louisiana, Mississippi and Oklahoma. The only Great Lakes state with net in-migration was Wisconsin. The Census Bureau report includes a table showing migration patterns for the 25 largest metropolitan areas. (Metro area definitions are rule-based. But because being a metro area is a qualification for receiving Federal money from various programs, the definitions have been changed to the point... posted by Donald at April 25, 2006 | perma-link | (21) comments





Monday, April 24, 2006


Quest for the Perfect Shave
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The endless shaving war continues to escalate. Gillette introduced a five-blade razor last fall and Schick marketed a four-blade razor the year before. As for perpetually clueless me, I'm at three blades and holding (for now). For most people, shaving is a voluntary chore. I find the time it absorbs every morning small, yet annoying. But I can't avoid it because I can't grow a convincing beard and, even if I could, The Fiance would not be pleased. Fortunately I don't have my son's heavy beard, sensitive skin problem or any other special shaving need. But over the years I've tried out different approaches to shaving, hoping to find that elusive sweet-spot maximizing convenience and cost-effectiveness. For what it's worth, here's my tale. My father was an electric shaver guy during the time our lives overlapped. When I was a child he had a black Sunbeam with a single small (inch to inch-and-a-half wide) shaving head. So when I started sprouting whiskers I too got an electric shaver and continued to use them until well into my thirties. The Army insisted that we have a double-edged "safety razor" to be displayed in our footlocker during inspections. I recall using that razor a time or two when I was in an Army hospital with Pneumonia, but shaving was uncomfortable: the blade "tugged" too much. What I don't remember is exactly why I stopped using an electric shaver and switched to a blade razor. Most likely, my electric broke down and I didn't want to spend the money on a new one. Or perhaps I was dissatisfied with the quality of the shave I was getting. So I went through the discomfort of transitioning. If you have never gone from using an electric shaver to a razor or vice-versa, the first week or so you'll probably experience discomfort. For some reason the skin or beard or both get "trained" for one kind of shaving instrument and need to "re-train" when you switch. In fact, I even bought another electric shaver after razor-shaving for a while and found that transition difficult. Thereafter when using the shaver I found myself using an electric shave lotion to make shaving more comfortable. But after several months of electric shaving I went back to a razor. The shave wasn't close enough to satisfy me. For many years I used shaving cream when razor-shaving. Then I discovered that it wasn't necessary -- for me, anyway. Besides, shaving cream (soap) is messy and applying it and cleaning up afterwards prolonged the overall task. In any case, those multi-blade razors have a little strip above the blades that, when wet, lubricates the skin to make shaving smoother. Running a wet hand across a bar of bath soap and then rubbing the soap film on your face yields about the same degree of lubrication when the on-razor lubricant wears off after three or four shaves. (Penny-pinching me tries to stretch a set of blades over... posted by Donald at April 24, 2006 | perma-link | (18) comments





Thursday, April 20, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Once again back on the boards, Colleen comes out with a beautiful posting about performing, energy levels, and more. * The country-music biz is having a harder and harder time breaking acts in the home of country music. Scott Chaffin thinks he knows why. * Should humans adapt to avant-garde fashions, or should architects learn how to serve well-established human needs and pleasures? Tatyana takes a look at the statements and the work of Rem Koolhaas. * The idea that architecture ought to express the "spirit of the times" was one of the doctrines responsible for a lot of the building-and-urbanism horrors of the 20th century. Alas, this silly contention hasn't died yet. John Massengale spells out the basics here and (at the bottom of the comments thread) here. * Nature-girl Searchie does battle with the Squirrel from Hell. * The Microsoft image editor on my work computer is not only lousy, it no longer works. Luckily, this online photo editor does the job well enough. * Dean Baker thinks that NAFTA hasn't done Mexico any favors, and that Mexico's economy is in the doldrums. A nice quote from Dean on another posting: Less-skilled workers in the United States have to worry about competition from undocumented workers, while the people who design and debate immigration policy (economists, lawyers, reporters) dont have to worry about professionals from developing countries slipping over the borders and undercutting their wages. * Peter Brimelow rehearses the many reasons why Ted Kennedy should be jeered whenever he starts to talk about immigration issues. * Tyler Cowen writes that some economists are finally catching up with what marketers have always known. Welcome to "neuroeconomics." * This is great: The Hollywood Symphony Orchestra is dedicated to preserving and presenting great film and TV music. * Here are some cute and clever photos (NSFW). Posing for these shots must have been a real test of the models' patience. * Is the porn industry the media business's real technological innovator? (Link thanks to FvB.) * The Telegraph's Clive Aslet reviews the world's largest collection of erotic art, soon to go on sale at Christie's in Paris, and wonders if there's finally any difference between erotic art and pornography. Interesting to learn that the collection was put together by a Swiss department-store heir. * "Posh porn" may be the hottest thing since chicklit. As the co-author (with The Wife) of a recent erotic novel, I certainly hope so. * Was Hitler a Christian? The Straight Dope thinks the answer is complicated. * Will Duquette recommends a P.G. Wodehouse novel that sounds like a very unusual one. * Google now offers a snazzy-looking Calendar feature. * Random numbers are fascinating, aren't they? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 20, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments




Accord's Impala Fanny-Lift
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Car makers usually keep the same body/platform in production for at least four years before going on to a total redesign. But the car-buying public tires of a design after a few years, so automobile companies will "freshen" the design by making changes here and there. If a car is doing well, such changes will be minimal (the Nissan Altima had only some little bumps added to the grille bars to keep sales flowing until a new body arrives at dealers later this year). And if the car is in trouble or the company is awash in spare cash, the changes will be more drastic and costly. Either way, these styling modifications are known in the industry as a "facelift." A recent facelift that interests me is the changes Honda made to its Accord sedan. Rather than changing the front end, modifications focused on the rear of the car -- which is why I put the term "fanny-lift" in the title of this post. (Years ago when the term "facelift" was first applied to cars, most automobiles had fancy front ends and rather plain rears; I'm thinking pre-1955. The styling focus was the front of the car, especially the grille. And it was the grille part of the car's "face" that tended to get changed.) I suppose the rear design of Accords was criticized by car shoppers. It was different from most other cars and Honda probably decided to bring the styling into line with industry practice. I found the result amusing, as we shall now see. Gallery Honda Accord sedan for 2003. This is the original rear end. Yes, it's a little fussy, but I think the slightly V'd shape of the lower tail light area is distinctive and attractive in its way. Honda Accord sedan for 2006. Here is the result of the facelift. It's a much cleaner design, which is supposed to be a Good Thing according to the ideology of Industrial Design. I find it bland. Moreover .... Chevrolet Impala sedan for 2006. Chevrolet's new Impala has a rear that's similar to that of the Accord -- note the tail-lights. It's also bland, of course, but it blends better with the rest of the car. I think the new Impala is the most appealing standard sedan Chevrolet has made in years. The general shape of the new Accord and Impala tail-lights is nothing new: some Mercedes sedans have sported something similar for a while. Whereas I like the Impala's styling, including the tail-lights, I find the fanny-lifted Accord disappointing. The revamped stern sucks all character out of the car. Worse, when I see a new Accord from the rear, I don't think "Honda" or "Accord." That's a marketing failure in my book, but maybe I'm wrong and sales will soar. This whole episode makes one wonder if Chevrolet and Honda stylists were meeting at the same bar (a Sushi bar?) while working on 2006 models? Probably not: my take is... posted by Donald at April 20, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, April 17, 2006


Under Fire
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- For some reason my son was impressed when I happened to mention that I once crawled under machine-gun fire. No big deal. I was perfectly safe. Well make that almost perfectly safe. I'd better explain. It was part of Army Basic Training (do not call it Boot Camp -- that's what Marines do) back in the days when the Berlin Wall went up. There was still a draft, so training companies were made up of enlistees such as me and draftees. Regardless of type of service, everyone had to undergo eight weeks of Basic. Those destined for Infantry would move on to the "second eight," another two months of field training that would give them more experience with weapons and small-unit tactics. Soldiers going into other fields ranging from artillery to clerk-typing went on to specialist training schools after completing Basic Training. The first-eight Basic's purpose was to provide a minimum common grounding for all Army enlisted men; officers had similar training, usually in the form of a six-week ROTC summer camp. We learned how to dress, march, maintain the barracks and fire and take care of the rifle. We also got a smattering of small-unit tactics as well as some exposure to weapons other than the World War 2 vintage M-1 rifle we were issued. The machine gun came into play towards the end of Basic. One training area had two or three 50-caliber machine guns on a small rise or terrace facing a berm a few hundred feet away that served as the impact area for the bullets. Between the terrace and the berm was a lower area that had stake-mounted barbed wire crisscrossed about 18 inches above the ground; it was at least a hundred feet wide and maybe 50-75 feet deep in relation to the machine guns. What we had to do was get on our backs and push ourselves over the ground under the barbed wire in the direction of the machine guns. We were told to position the rifle trigger-upwards with the end of the barrel leaning against the visor of our steel helmet. This way, we could use the rifle to push up against the barbed wire to help avoid getting snagged. We were told this as we sat in bleachers next to the training area. It was late November or early December and the sun was already set. After the officer completed the instructions he signaled the machine guns to give us a fire demonstration. It was impressive. Of course it was noisy. But what really got our attention was the tracer bullets. They turned the area over the barbed wire into a sheet of yellow-red flame. When they hit the berm, those bullets not burying themselves into the earth ricocheted in random arcs over the berm. "Are you readddyyy?" asked the officer enthusiastically. "Ulp, ready" we weakly responded. One more detail. Those machine guns were not free to depress and, as best I recall, couldn't... posted by Donald at April 17, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, April 12, 2006


The Century of Maximum Change
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards: Sharpen your swords, history fans. I'm about to stick my neck out. From time to time I stumble across articles by technology-oriented writers claiming that we're living in an era of profound, unprecedented technological change. And their claim usually hinges on the emergence of the computer. Gimme a break. I'll concede that in certain areas such as biology and medicine, changes over the past few decades have been more profound than at any time in history. And true, computers have made important changes in details of our daily lives. But in those daily life terms, the greatest changes happened quite a while ago. Take my grandfather (1869-1963). When he was growing up there were no airplanes or automobiles, no radio, no television. Intercity travel was by steam train. Telegraph was the main medium of rapid communication over long distances. Yet in the year or two before he died he was in front of a TV set watching astronauts being launched into space. And taking it all in stride. (He was not highly-educated by today's standards, having made it through the eighth grade -- a fairly common attainment in the 1880s. Yet he adjusted to the introduction of cars, telephones, radio, TV and so forth. So I'm skeptical when pundits suggest that common folk are flummoxed by change.) But my grandfather got in on only part of the era of greatest quotidian change. When was that? Let me play the round-numbers game and propose a century as our measurement unit. Not a calendar century, but a 100-year period. I propose 1825-1925 as the century where everyday life changed the most. The year 1825 is my starting point because that was when the first true railroad began service, in England, using George Stephenson's steam locomotive. Railroads revolutionized intercity travel, which previously was limited to the speed of a horse. About 20 years later the telegraph entered service, raising the speed of long-distance communication well in the direction of the speed of light. Before 1825, travel on land was usually by horse or horse-drawn vehicles: otherwise, one walked. The most rapid form of communication was by semaphore systems, and these were government operations in only a few places; nearly everyone had to rely on mail carried by express rider, on stage coaches or on ships. Houses were lit by flame lamps. Cooking was done using flame. If there was refrigeration at all, cooling was done using blocks of ice cut during wintertime and preserved in ice-houses. In 1925 one might travel via subway, railroad, streetcar, automobile, airplane or steamships driven by turbine engines. Means of rapid communication were the telegraph, telephone and radio; television was still in its early experimental stage. Houses were lit by electric lights and refrigerators were coming into general use as were kitchen appliances. Urban American lifestyle in 1925 was much closer to that of 2005 than of 1825. Can you name a 100-year period where daily life changed more? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 12, 2006 | perma-link | (29) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Women notoriously had a hard time getting their hubbies and b.f.'s out to see "Brokeback Mountain." I suspect they won't encounter anything like the same kind of resistance when the sequel opens. (Link thanks to ChicagoBoyz' James Rummell.) * Make your own kaleidescope -- one of the niftier online toys I've run across recently. * J. Cassian points out an especially tasteless concept for a computer game. * Is this the original of the famous Numa-Numa song/video? * Pyrex: It's right for a different kind of cooking too. (NSFW) * So maybe it's true, what they say about hyper-macho guys? * I guess it is! * What an amazing thing to stare at. (Link thanks to Bluewyvern, a wonderful web bloodhound.) * Why not have the pleasure without all the damn effort? (NSFW) * African-style sex slavery has taken root in Paris. * Derek Lowe reveals how hard it is to keep up with the flow of new info in the sciences. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 12, 2006 | perma-link | (6) comments




Vacation Destinations
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm writing this as the "spring break" (i.e., Easter Vacation) season is about to wind down. Time to start thinking about summer vacations. For most folks, summer vacation is a time-money equation. Perhaps you can afford a decent vacation but only get ten days a year vacation time from the job. Or (more likely) you have enough time for a vacation but not enough cash to take a really flashy one that will draw envious scowls around the office water cooler in the fall. Some people simply like taking the time off from work and are content to putter around the house and yard even if they could afford to do something more adventuresome. That is not my idea of a vacation. I like to go someplace besides home. Back in the 60s when I lived in Philadelphia one could still hear of the age-old dilemma "mountains or seashore?" This made a lot of sense in the Philly context. The Jersey Shore was only about 50 miles away at its closest point, so getting there was easy if you had a car. And if you didn't, my hazy recollection is that there was passenger train service to Atlantic City back then, if that pre-casino town was your cuppa tea. Or you could head for the Pocono "mountains" (where I come from, anything much shorter than Mt. Washington NH qualifies as a hill), about a 100-mile drive to the north. New Yorkers had a larger range of choices. Beach-wise there was the northern Jersey Shore (Barnegat to Sandy Hook) or any number of places along the southern shore of Lon Gisland. As for "mountains," besides the aforementioned Poconos there were the Catskills and the Berkshires at comparatively short range and the more distant Adirondacks in New York State and the various ranges in Vermont and New Hampshire. Bostonians had Cape Cod for seashore vacations and the New England hills/mountains as a convenient alternative. Sorry, but still not my cuppa. Maybe I just might barely kinda almost be able to tolerate a shore/mountain holiday as I age towards The Big Recycling Bin in the Sky. But when I was younger, the idea of going someplace for a week or two and doing almost nothing was incomprehensible. I figured I would get stir-crazy. Go nuts. As a starving grad student, I didn't really take a vacation except one summer when I drove out to Seattle to visit my family. I went to the Jersey Shore to get away from my non-airconditioned apartment, but that was just day-tripping. When I worked in Albany I'd use my vacation time for drives to Seattle and California. Oh, and one trip to Ottawa, Montral and Qubec. Later, when I had kids and an economically precarious consulting business, I'd manage to send the rest of the family to my wife's family farm in the western Catskills for a month. Since I did a fair amount of sales-call traveling anyhow, I simply kept... posted by Donald at April 12, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments





Monday, April 10, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- * More than once I've come across Terry Teachout mentioning that he doesn't much like going to classical music concerts and sees little future in them. Here's his most recent post dealing with the matter. I agree with Terry. Concertgoing in Seattle or San Francisco -- the cities I'm most familiar with in this respect -- involves (1) spending a significant chunk of money for tickets, (2) dressing up, (3) driving to the concert hall, (4) spending money to park the car, (5) spending money for drinks while hanging out in the lobby, and (6) driving home afterwards. And this does not take into account sitting in the hall watching ... what? The conductor gesturing, string-instrument players bowing and other players moving their instruments into or out of playing position. Now each and every bit of this can be a treasured experience (especially examining the credit card receipt at the end of the month). In most cases, I can do without the entire thing. I like classical music. And when I'm in the mood for a particular version of a particular piece, then all I need to do is pop the appropriate CD into a player and listen. What's so awful about doing that instead of going to a live performance? * It dawns on me that some of you might not know how my last name is pronounced. One says -- PITT-n-ger -- where the "g" is the soft French "g" and not the hard German "g". I'm not much into genealogy, but the consensus of a few Web pages I looked at is that the name comes from the Rhine River area -- possibly downstream in the Netherlands, but more likely someplace along the river towards where it forms the French-German border. In Germany the name would just as likely be spelled with a "B" and the e's and i's might be mixed up a bit. The "g" would be hard, as I noted. Let's say a German might say BETT-Inger, BETT-Enger, BITTING-er or some other permutation. And it seems some spelling variations of the p's and b'e and i's and e's are found in the U.S. The soft-G American pronunciation might well have evolved after members of the family arrived here. But it's also possible that the family was Alsatian -- coming from the mixed French-German west bank of the Rhine -- and that the French-G came via that source. * I'm clueless about Manga, the Japanese comic book/graphic novel/Anime (animation) cartoon art. I have a nephew who got so hooked on the stuff while in college at UC San Diego that he moved to Japan to be nearer to the source. For the purposes of this Bagatelle, let's set aside plot, characterization, dramatic pacing of the panels, cinema-influenced staging, etc. and focus on the depiction of people. Although there are variations between artists, there also seems to be a large amount of Manga so uniform in appearance that it might... posted by Donald at April 10, 2006 | perma-link | (22) comments





Sunday, April 9, 2006


Fab Faux Forties Food
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Attention CONSPIRACY THEORISTS: Have you ever seen Michael Blowhard and Donald Pittenger in the same room at the same time? In the same town, even? I thought not. Take the month of March, for example. Early in the month Michael and The Wife were in California, perhaps in Santa Barbara, where he has been known to visit. At the end of the month Pittenger and The Fiance were in Santa Barbara! What do you make of that?!? AND ... has anyone ever seen The Wife and The Fiance together in the same room or town? QED. Where was I? About to talk about retro restaurants, of course. Why else would I have gone to the trouble of concocting that odd title to this post. I am one of the world's fussiest eaters. I forget my ranking, but a couple months ago I might have been number seven or eight. But this doesn't prevent us from dining out a fair amount. Lord knows we travel a lot, so that virtually mandates restaurant dining. Probably the nicest Santa Barbara place where we ate was the El Encanto Hotel, on the hill not far from the mission. We met friends from Malibu for lunch and sat next to the window where we had a fine view of the city, the channel, the islands and the Pacific. The evening before, we weren't so choosey. It's a long grind from The Fiance's Northern California place, so once we stashed our stuff in our beach-area motel room we parked the car in an underground garage by Macy's and checked out State Street, the main shopping drag. After a few blocks' worth of menu-inspecting we decided to head back to the Nuevo Paseo, Santa Barbara's downtown mall -- one of those uncovered, streetscape shopping centers with a couple large stores (Macy's and Nordstrom) to anchor things. Last year we had had dinner there in a retro-1940s restaurant called Ruby's Diner and survived, so we went back. Ruby's is tucked away at the edge of the Nuevo Paseo in a food ghetto next to an Oriental food place and across from a pizza restaurant. All three places were pretty busy, indicating that Santa Barbara isn't totally a hook-the-little-finger-when-drinking town. Ruby's (check their Web page here) was founded in the Los Angeles area in the early 80s and has expanded to other parts of California and to a few other states. It features a white interior with red cushions on counter stools and booth seating. The walls are adorned with Coca-Cola posters from the 30s into the 50s, as best I can judge. They claim to be a 1940s place, but have fudged things a bit including the menu which has ethnic and vegetarian items not found in most cafes of 60 years ago. The menu was so large and diverse that it troubled me a little. Being a fussy eater, I like menus to be large enough to include at least one... posted by Donald at April 9, 2006 | perma-link | (13) comments





Saturday, April 8, 2006


End of Civilization 1
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- One of the coverlines on the current issue of the kicky-young-women's magazine Jane: "Sex Tips So Good, Your Boyfriend Will Want to Pay You." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 8, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Thursday, April 6, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Otto Preminger's first movie, "Laura," was probably the best one he ever made. It's pure noir poetry, and as witty and concise as can be. It can now be bought on DVD for $7.47. * Prairie Mary regrets -- evocatively and touchingly -- that she can no longer go barefoot. * Tibetan Buddhist Internet Radio. * Here's one blog that the more red-blooded among you may want to bookmark. (NSFW) * She has made one of the odder career choices, but it's nice to see that she pursues it with real gusto. (NSFW) * Rachel asks one of the key questions of the age: "Do I really need a land line?" * It's his to do with as he pleases, of course. But still ... (NSFW) * First the Village People, then "Brokeback Mountain" and now this. What remains of the American cowboy? * Many thanks to visitor Ron, who pointed out that DVDs published by the top-of-the-line outfit Criterion can be bought here at up to a third off. * Max Goss asks if Crunchy Conservatism can be nailed down. Lydia McGrew thinks the Crunchies ought to have more respect for material wealth. * Robert Nagles reports on the madness that is SXSW. * Best-known for "The Talented Mr. Ripley," the author Patricia Highsmith grew up in Texas, settled in Switzerland, and was a brilliantly malicious novelist and story-writer. She was also widely-felt to be one of the most unpleasant authors ever. Here's a Swiss intro to her life and work. * Silly Europop bliss. I want one of those sweaters! * Once upon a time we relied on TV Guide. Nowadays we can look to Podguide TV instead. * Steve Bodio has been making risotto for almost 50 years. While he loves the dish and has his opinions about how risotto ought to be made, Steve thinks the foodies ought to knock off the "rice fetishism." * Hey, what do you say we climb Etna in mid-eruption? OK, it's a little dangerous. But it should sure make for some dramatic photographs. * Everybody's getting it out there, I tellya. (NSFW) * Ain't it a bitch the way some American girls will perform for Europeans in ways they won't for Americans? (NSFW) * Eva Herzigova fans should prepare to die and go to heaven. (Elegant, but still NSFW) * If you have a couple of minutes, watch this short video all the way through. In the final section we get to watch "painting with movement," and it's really freaky. There goes all of art history. * Here's a not-to-be-missed pop-culture resource. * Yo, dude: It's the Web! Why should a photograph be a still photograph? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 6, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments





Tuesday, April 4, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- -- At a bookstore I recently saw a table piled with books and sporting a sign saying something about "banned books." Seems to me this is an annual thing, promoting books that have been banned at some time and place. I see nothing wrong with this sort of promotion even though it never gives me a burning desire to buy any of those books; if I choose to read them, it will be for other reasons. However, every time I see such displays I have to fight the urge to go to the customer service desk and ask if they have a copy of "Little Black Sambo." My hunch is that some "independent" bookstores in liberal neighborhoods never carry it and would lamely tell me that they would (reluctantly?) special-order a copy. At least it's still in print (I just checked Amazon) so the fuss raised against it a few years back didn't intimidate some publishers. -- Speaking of books, did you ever notice that not all countries follow the American practice of printing the words on the spine so that they are readable when the book is laying flat with the front cover showing? (Yes, really thick books can have the spine title oriented so that it's readable when the book is upright; here I'm discussing the alternative case of comparatively narrow books.) The French, for instance, have the spine readable when the back cover is uppermost. That strikes me as being, well, logical. Yes, sometimes the French manage that. What's the logic? The American practice is redundant. When the book is laying face-up, one can read the title from the spine and from the front cover. But when the book is face-down, its title is essentially unavailable. Under the French system if a book is face-down, the title can still be read. Voila! I should add that this cross-national inconsistency makes it harder to scan titles when books are shelved upright and there is a mix of American and French books. I find my head twisting back and forth trying to orient it to read titles from the spines. -- The 2006 baseball season just got underway. For some reason this brought back a distant memory of the 1962 season, the first for the New York Mets. I happened to be in the New York area at the time and the news media were overflowing with Met-this and Mets-that every news cycle starting with spring training. The hysteria quickly reached the point where a couple Army buddies of mine from the Pacific Northwest proclaimed themselves Mets fans even before the team had played its first game of the season. It was all too much!! I've disliked and rooted against the Mets ever since. Hmm. After this, I probably won't ever be allowed to set foot in New York again. Maybe I should change my name -- I'm waiting for New York readers to suggest Benedict Arnold Blowhard. Or something more damning. Later,... posted by Donald at April 4, 2006 | perma-link | (13) comments





Monday, April 3, 2006


Coupe (Marketing) Runneth Overboard
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Last year Mercedes-Benz introduced a swoopily-styled four-door sedan, model CLS, that company marketers insisted was a coupe! A four-door coupe, as a matter of fact. And the first of its kind no less, according to accounts in automobile magazines. Mercedes is being silly. A coupe traditionally is a two-door car with "close-coupled" seating if it has front and rear seats (Detroit also used to market "business coupes" that had only a front seat). Coupes were less roomy and had sportier styling than two-door sedans. The Mercedes CLS 500 Coupe -- the official name for one variant -- has four doors and its only coupe-like attribute is a low roofline to the rear that gives the passenger compartment a cramped, but sporty, look. Moreover it's not even the first of its kind, from my perspective. Let's look at some evidence: Gallery Mercedes-Benz CLS 500 Coupe. This four-door sedan is supposed to be a "coupe." Dodge Charger show car at 1999 Detroit Auto Show. This car also has four doors, a low roofline to the rear and it considerably pre-dates the CLS. The Charger with its doors opened. Pontiac Grand Prix, 2004. This car also has a low roof and four doors. Plus, it beat the CLS to production by a few years. Commantary So the whole thing's a marketing ploy that makes the longstanding car-term "coupe" meaningless should Mercedes succeed in getting everyday folks to call the CLS a coupe. The car itself was controversial because of its styling when introduced, but on the street it has proved to be an eye-grabber. I haven't given the styling a great deal of thought, but my impressions have been favorable -- except for that criminally misguided name. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at April 3, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments




Listening to New York
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Yes, yes, not all 2Blowhards readers are New Yorkers, though many are. Blowhards Friedrich and I are West Coasters, but Michael and Francis live in New York (I'm not sure about Fenster ... hmm, secretive lot, aren't we). Despite our feeble attempt at geographical diversity, this blog sometimes gets pretty New York-centric. And I'm guilty myself. I never lived in New York City, but I spent about nine years within striking distance of it, mostly during the period 1962-74, and visited often. My first wife hailed from the Bay Ridge-Fort Hamilton part of Brooklyn. Anyway, Benjamin Hemric (our Comments ber-maven on things New York City) and I recently got into some comment-flinging on New Yorky talk here, and that inspired me to write this post. Here goes.... *** I was citing places where I used to buy newspapers and mentioned the Port Authority Bus Terminal. This sparked the memory that once in a while I'd encountered New Yorkers who called it the Port of Authority terminal. I'm certain I heard it because I recall my reaction whenever I did -- "Why do they add that word??". But Benjamin doesn't remember hearing it at all. Perhaps it's because he's from Queens and I might have had more of a Brooklyn orientation (see above). Does anyone besides me remember hearing that "of"? *** Brooklynites are reputed to refer to Greenpoint as GreenPERNT, but Benjamin heard only one person using that form -- a neighbor who originally was from Greepernt. *** Back in 1962 when I was stationed in the Army not far from the city (Fort Slocum on David's Island off New Rochelle). I used to come to New York every weekend. Back in those days there was more military presence in the city than now. There was Governor's Island (headquarters for First Army), the Brooklyn Navy Yard, Fort Slocum, Fort Hamilton and Fort Wadsworth not to mention facilities farther away such as Fort Monmouth, Fort Dix and McGuire Air Force Base in New Jersey. Every weekend lots of soldiers and sailors and some airmen descended on the city and New York reciprocated by offering services for military personnel. These included a USO office near Times Square that passed out free theater tickets and the Sloan House YMCA on West 34th Street that hosted dances from time to time. And then there was the Cardinal Spellman Servicemens Club on Park Avenue near 58th Street which offered weekend spaghetti feeds and dancing with volunteer gals, some of whom were pretty neat. The point I'm edging toward is that I kept my ears opened and got a feel for the geographical distribution of the famous New York accent as it was in 1962. I'm no 'enry 'iggins, so I make no claim that I could identify whether someone was from the west or east side of the Grand Concourse. But I could detect the intensity of the accent and correlate that with location. My highly scientific finding was... posted by Donald at April 3, 2006 | perma-link | (14) comments





Friday, March 31, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Another cultural-history gem from Steve Sailer: a discussion of the iconic California labor leader Cesar Chavez. * Andrew Ferguson says that Charles Murray's proposal to replace welfare with $10,000-a-year grants isn't just provocative. * Geitner Simmons recommends some history blogs. * Scott Chaffin sums up his feelings about the immigration debate in characteristically rowdy and salty fashion. * Ah, tolerant old San Francisco ... * If earnest there must be, then yoga and Vipassana Buddhism are my kind of earnest. Phillip Moffit writes about happiness, and our tendency to cling to it. * Occasional 2Blowhards nude-modeling correspondent Molly Crabapple sponsors some very Downtown -- ie., bohemian/burlesque -- figure-drawing sessions in New York. The next one takes place tomorrow (Saturday), from 3 to 6 pm. Details here. Fun to see that Dr. Sketchy's is going nationwide too. * Right Reason's Max Goss has posted some thoughtful reactions to Rod Dreher's book "Crunchy Cons." * Fred Himebaugh is discovering the joys of baking his own bread. Is Fred going Crunchy? * Scott Wickstein thinks that the time has come to set aside politics and economics, and finally discuss a subject that really counts: pizza. * Today's outgoing, well-schooled, forward-looking adolescent girl evidently feels the need to master the art of booty shaking. * Richard North meditates on rogue environmentalists Edward Abbey and Doug Peacock. I'm not quite sure what North's point is -- he seems to have no grasp of how America works, for one thing. But it's good to see Abbey and Peacock given some attention. They're my kind of eco-freaks. * Here's a nice little lesson in unintended consequences. Birds perched in cypress trees deposit a lot of bird crap. City workers solve problem by cutting down cypresses. But birds still gotta crap ... * Lynn finds it outrageous that the people who publish the "For Dummies" books have been allowed to trademark the words "for dummies." * Lawrence Auster explains the fundamental problem that lies at the heart of liberalism. * Coming to you from Dubai and soon to be the world's tallest structure ... * Santiago Calatrava's new skyscraper in Chicago will certainly contain some of the world's most strangely-shaped rooms. * 9 out of 10 British women think that one-night stands are immoral. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 31, 2006 | perma-link | (18) comments





Thursday, March 30, 2006


Aspie Links
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * I've been enjoying the blogpostings of Astryngia, a British woman who wrestles with a heavy dose of Asperger's in her life. Her mom, her husband, and her son are all Aspies -- that has got to be seriously challenging. Astryngia is blunt, honest, and insightful about her struggles and frustrations. * Did you know that 2006 is International Asperger's Year? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 30, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, March 29, 2006


The Forever Fern
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I have a fern in my apartment. I am not a fern fan. I am indifferent to plants of all kinds. Don't hate 'em, don't love 'em. Would just as soon not bother with 'em. Here's a picture of the kind of fern I have. Hares Foot Fern. Among other places, it comes from the South Pacific. So why do I have and care for something I don't especially care about? Let me tell you the story. During World War 2 my father worked for the Army Engineers. After the war ended, a lot of employees were let go including my father and a guy originally from someplace in New Jersey. The New Jersey guy and his wife decided to leave Seattle and return to New Jersey (the fools!! ... sorry, I just couldn't help it). And they had this fern they couldn't easily take with them. So they asked my parents if they would be kind enough to give the fern a good home. My parents agreed. That was in 1946. Sixty years ago. The fern has been in my family ever since, making good on that promise. My parents are dead and probably the New Jersey couple too. The fern lives. I have it and maybe a niece has part of it as well. Is this a case of pig-headed foolishness or one of principle and steadfastness? I dunno. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 29, 2006 | perma-link | (13) comments





Tuesday, March 28, 2006


Impressions of Belarus
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Belarus has been in the news because of its recent controversial election and reactions to it in the West and on the streets of Minsk. The country has the reputation of being the last of the Communist-like dictatorships in eastern Europe. I won't go into the details of the political situation. Instead, I thought I should simply pass along my impressions of Belarus, which I briefly visited last September. I was there only a few hours. Our tour was in Belarus for the sole purpose of getting from Smolensk (in Russia) to Vilnius (in Lithuania). Because previous tours found hotels in Smolensk distinctly sub-par, our tour was timed to overnight in Minsk, the capital of Belarus, a city with a population of around 1.7 million. We arrived in Minsk at the end of a long day on the road. The bus left Moscow in the morning rush hour and rolled west to Smolensk. We drove into Smolensk for a brief visit to the cathedral, but it was Smolensk itself that interested me -- I had had my fill of churches by this point in the tour. Compared to St. Petersburg and Moscow, Smolensk struck me as pretty ratty. Most of the building we saw were in disrepair; I don't recall seeing any significant new construction along our route. A short while later we crossed into Belarus, leaving a conventional four-lane highway and entering a toll freeway that whisked us to Minsk. The freeway cut through the countryside, seldom getting near villages or towns. The ground had a slight roll to it, fields being punctuated by woods. From time to time I saw in the distance clumps of buildings that I took to be collective farms -- barns, outbuildings, possible dormitories or apartments. The overall impression was one I'll characterize as "tidy." This same tidiness carried over into Minsk. (For an overview of Minsk, see here.) Minsk was pretty well destroyed during World War 2 and the Soviet regime made no real attempt to recreate it. Aside from a small, semi-restored downtown, the city seemed to be mostly comprised of apartment blocks interspersed with parks and lakes. Our tour bus made a pass through downtown on its way to our hotel. There were parks, a McDonald's and some older stone-faced buildings. Young people were everywhere, conservatively dressed for the season. People-wise, the street scene was hardly Parisian, but not grossly different from what one would find in northern Europe. I didn't notice trash along the curbs or in the parks. There was a fair amount of traffic. The hotel (pictured below) was a modern-looking tower on the edge of a park. Its interior was less impressive, having been built perhaps around 1980-85 and experiencing no renovation since. Also of interest was that each floor had a desk near the elevators, the desk on our floor occupied by a pudgy, middle-aged woman with a big smile and (likely) direct phone lines to the police and internal... posted by Donald at March 28, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Friday, March 24, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * You hadn't heard of the Chinese city of Chongqing? Neither had I. Fun to learn that someplace so little known is so huge, as well as the fastest-growing city in the world. It's the unknown megalopolis. (Link thanks to New Economist.) * There's Alway Something is discovering the fun of singing. * 56Acrv reminds us of the inevitable cost of war. * It's funny what some people choose to put on display of themselves. But thank heavens for that gotta-put-on-a-show impulse! * Razib links to a BBC article revealing that at least 55% of British Pakistanis are married to first cousins. Razib himself leads a classic bull-session about atheism. * ChelseaGirl has found that she learns a lot about a guy from the way he kisses. * Did it all start to go wrong when Nixon unhooked the dollar from gold? Llewellyn H. Rockwell Jr. thinks so. * Michael Bierut is convinced that there's more to good design than just design. * Visiting Eleusis, Rick Darby gets a mystical tingle from the Mysteries. * Searchie takes her camera with her on some walks through Warsaw. * Dept. of Great Moves: Virginia Postrel will soon be writing for The Atlantic. Tyler Cowen will be taking over her Times slot. Virginia excerpts her final Times column here. Not content to be a first-class cultural commentator, Virginia recently donated a kidney to the excellent Sally Satel. * Lynn Harris and Chris Kalk have created "Breakup Girl," an online reminder of how fun popular magazines could once be. It's full of earthy advice, young-girl humor, and comic book style. * Whites are becoming minorities in a number of English cities. Meanwhile, the English are buying up France. * These are the girls that girls-who-prefer-girls prefer. * John Emerson shares some worthwhile ideas about how to fix the study of literature. * Derek Lowe ventures some down-to-earth and brave observations about women, men, and science. * David Foster wonders if the parents of young adults are becoming too protective. * One day, Waterfall sat down at a piano -- and something just clicked. * Colleen does SXSW! She reviews some of the movies here, and a number of the panels here. I suspect that she's still in recovery. * A new study suggests that American health care is mediocre, but is equally mediocre for patients of all races. * Union member Mike Hill thinks that the times they have a-changed for unions. * Tosy and Cosh reviews his magazine-reading habits. * Yahmdallah says that John Irving has done better. * As far as Larry Gross is concerned, "V for Vendetta" makes "Brokeback Mountain" look like "Red Dawn." (Link thanks to Anne Thompson.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 24, 2006 | perma-link | (14) comments





Wednesday, March 22, 2006


Ferrari Blind-Spot
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I confess I'm a Car Guy. When I was a kid I wanted to style cars when I grew up. I love to drive 'em. I have years of back-issues of Road & Track and Automobile Quarterly. So I'm really hard-core, right? Uh. I have this other confession to make. You see, I've uh, never exactly been a Ferrari fanatic. No. Not ever. Well, there goes my reputation. Maybe it's a case of having been born at just the wrong time. Although Enzo Ferrari was active in car racing between the world wars and began to develop his own cars, a Ferrari racer didn't appear until 1947 and it was two more years before a sports car was introduced. I began paying serious attention to European cars in the early 1950s when I was in junior high school. By that time Ferrari was already something of a cult and the reason why almost certainly had to do with the fact that Ferraris were powered by V-12 engines. So what's the big deal about V-12s? -- several luxury-car brands offer them these days. The big deal was that Ferrari was just about the only car with a V-12 in the early 50s. Such motors were found in a number of 1920s and 1930s luxury cars including Packard and Cadillac. Lincoln sold V-12s through the 1948 model year, but that was the end of it in America at least. Car Guys who grew up in the 20s and 30s were really excited about V-12s and got depressed when they went out of production. Then presto! here came this new Italian-built V-12 that powered both racing cars and sports cars. Time to fall in love again. However I missed the 1920s entirely, saw just the last two months of the 1930s, and only became car-conscious in the late 1940s. I had missed the V-12 experience. I hadn't lived the history that set up the instant mystique for Ferrari. For me it was "Okay, a V-12 is a nice thing. Yes I read that those fancy Thirties cars had 'em, and that was nice too. But sorry, I just can't get excited." Even though the engine was a non-issue for me, I did like the styling of many custom-bodied Ferrari sports and Grand Touring cars of the early and mid-1950s. Back then, several coachbuilders supplied bodies for Ferrari, and there was a lot of variety. Sadly (to me) this ended in 1957 when the Pininfarina (todays name) car styling and body-building firm became essentially the sole supplier of Ferrari non-racing bodies. At the time Ferrari made the deal with Pininfarina, Farina was still a hot hand in Italian carrozzeria circles, but already slipping, in my opinion. Another reason for selecting Farina might have been because his firm could deliver bodies at a higher rate than his competitors. I think Ill hold off on getting into detail on Italian coach building firms -- its a topic that could chew... posted by Donald at March 22, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, March 20, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- -- Jonah Goldberg reflects on his wiseguy past and growing "maturity" due to age, marital status and book-writing. He also notes that libertarianism should be the starting point when considering policy matters: ... I think its better for everybody concerned if we start from a foundation of libertarianism and build up from it. In public policy as opposed to cultural politics I think the default position should be libertarian and then arguments should be made for why we should deviate from libertarian dogma. Im more sympathetic to arguments based on tradition and custom than your average libertarian. But Im more hostile than I used to be to what you might call neo-traditionalism in the forms of national greatness conservatism, Buchananism, Crunchy Conservatism, and the rest.... ... Starting from libertarian assumptions puts you in a better place to identify nostalgic toxins. My problem with the so-called paleolibertarians is that they are often more nostalgic than the conservatives they denounce. -- Not long ago Michael told us about his bout with a cancer five years ago. It was a gripping narrative. And a while before that, Terry Teachout (scroll, if necessary, to "Time Off for Good Behavior") decribed his bout with congestive heart failure. Another gripping account. Give it a read if you haven't already. -- Some of you might remember my post about Pino, an artist whose work is a real eye-grabber compared to other gallery fare. Pino is the featured (cover) artist in the March-April 2006 issue of Art of the West magazine. The short article includes some informative quotes from Pino regarding his career. If my post on him interested you, the article offers added information plus nice reproductions of some of his paintings. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 20, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Sunday, March 19, 2006


End of Evolution: Airliners
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Ever notice that some kinds of objects don't change significantly over time? Examples include straight pins, buckles, coffee cups and drinking tumblers. Yes, buckles, cups and tumblers vary in detail, but they each embody a fundamental or Platonic shape that underlies the variations. Why is this so? It's largely a matter of function and technology. Once a function has been "elegantly" embodied at a given level of technology, the essential form will cease to evolve and changes will be cosmetic. Consider the buckle. Its basic form hasn't changed in centuries. Its function is to fasten together ends of one strap (usually made of leather) or connect separate straps (also usually of leather) in a way such that the amount of overlap of the connection can be varied. The buckle is normally made of metal or some other hard material. Attached to it is a "tongue," also usually of metal, that can be inserted in holes punched through the strap in order to secure the fastening and set the overlap. Nowadays buckles are being replaced on shoes and other objects by Velcro. The fastening function continues, but new technology has added the advantage of allowing the fastening overlap to take place over much smaller increments than is possible using a buckle. On the other hand, buckles allow a stronger binding than Velcro. The same sort of thing can be seen in more complex objects, especially those whose functionality is tightly constrained. Early versions tend to exhibit varied shapes. Over time, through trial and error, less practical shapes are discarded and technology advances to enhance configurations that are proving successful. Eventually, barring a major technological advance or other disruption, the object will evolve toward its fundamental form. Here I deal with commercial passenger aircraft -- airliners. My contention is that airliners first attained their fundamental shape in the mid-1930s. The advent of turbine (jet) engines allowed greater speeds and the need for adding back-sweep to wings and empennage, thus changing the fundamental shape a little. This happened in the mid-1950s and the basic shape of airliners has remained essentially unchanged. Since our main concern is appearance, it seems best to simply show you how airliners have evolved using pictures backed by captions. Historical Gallery 1925 -- Armstrong Whitworth Argosy. The Argosy was one of the first transports able to carry more than a few passengers. It has a long fuselage with windows for the passengers, features common to nearly all future airliners. On the other hand it's a fabric-covered biplane with fixed landing gear and has a open cockpit for the pilots, not to mention a motor mounted on its nose. Nevertheless, it's a great advance over early, kite-like, airplanes. 1930 -- Curtiss Condor. Although it was one of the last biplane airliners, the Condor has a fairly streamlined fuselage and retractable landing gear. 1935 -- Douglas DC-3. This is the classical piston-engine airliner -- a nicely-streamlined all-metal monoplane. The similar Boeing 247 and Douglas DC-2... posted by Donald at March 19, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments





Thursday, March 16, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Digital photography now accounts for 90% of the photography market. Douglas Gantenbein wonders what we may be losing as photography shifts over to 1s and 0s. * Michael Oakeshott is one of my three or four favorite philosophers, yet he's a hard one to recommend. Many people find his writing style (which I love) as slippery, subtle, and hard to grasp as late Henry James. Joseph Sobran's short appreciation of Oakeshott is one of the best EZ intros to Oakeshott's work that I've run across. * Once upon a time film directors brought something more to their jobs than merely the desire to be a film director, and few directors brought more life experience into the business than the sometimes-great William Wellman. Here's a good Scott Eyman interview with Wellman, from 1978. * Bjorn Lomborg's view of global warming is that it's happening; that there isn't much we can do about it; and that the money we might spend holding global warming off for a few years could be put to much better use otherwise. Though Lomborg's view strikes me as hyper-sensible, many eco True Believers despise him. * Strangers sometimes email me, asking for advice about publishing a book. (If you Google "Writing a book," a blogposting of mine often shows up high on the list.) Because the experience of getting your work professionally published is often an unpleasant and unrewarding one, I always suggest that they look first into publishing their work themselves, whether online or via one of the new Print on Demand outfits. FWIW, I've heard some good things about the self-publishing outfit known as Lulu.com. * Kenneth Harvey riffs very amusingly on the James Frey fiasco. * They're calling it "slivercasting": programming that is designed to appeal to a very narrow demographic. We may soon be seeing a lot more of this kind of thing. * Tatyana goes to the theater and wonders what's become of the art of the beautifully-placed pause. * Will there be sparks? I sure hope so. Naomi Wolf interviews Harvey Mansfield about manliness on CSpan2 this Saturday at 9 pm Eastern Time. * Steve Sailer makes some sense out of the Balkans. * Chris Gondek is making his interviews with business thinkers available via podcast. He blogs about his podcasting adventures here. * James Verini's piece about the raucous, exhibitionistic phenomenon that is MySpace.com is as hilarious as it is alarming. * How'd this one get by me? Robert Towne's long-planned film of John Fante's novel "Ask the Dust" opened last weekend. Has anyone seen the picture? I have to confess that, while I like the novel, I don't revere it in anything like the way many people (especially people from L.A.) do. * Those who can't get enough Crunchy Conservatism will want to check out this George Nash review, this parody site, and NRO's own dedicated Crunchyblog. Wow: There's something about the idea of Crunchy Conservatism that makes Jonah Goldberg carry on... posted by Michael at March 16, 2006 | perma-link | (65) comments





Wednesday, March 15, 2006


Bedtime
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Bedtime discipline for kids has gone to hell over the years. But it might be improving for adults. Here is some rock-solid anecdotal evidence. (Before continuing, I want you to solemnly promise not to stop reading when you see the words "back when I was a boy." Got that? No crossed fingers either: I want a real promise. Good.) Back when I was a boy, maybe up to age 8, my mother would have me in bed by 8 p.m. Lights out, no radio. Except that when I did get a radio I'd play it at extremely low volume. Being a parent, my mother probably knew or suspected what was going on but tolerated it for some reason; in any case I'd be asleep by nine most of the time anyway. As I got older, I was allowed to stay up later and later. But I was sensible and never abused the privilege even when high-school age. I never was much of a night-owl. The latest I consistently stayed up was two in the morning. This was during the four months between college graduation and entering the Army. I'd stay up to watch Jack Paar on the Tonight show which aired from 11:30 till one. (In the process I got my fill of talk-show TV; Paar and his guests were good, but nevertheless became tiring.) After Paar was over, I'd go to my bedroom and read for another hour or so, turn off the light, go to sleep and wake up around nine in the morning. In the years following the Army I usually turned off the light around 11 and would be up by 7. When my son had a paper route I got in the habit of waking up at 5 or 5:30, a habit I continue because I arrive at work at 7:30, take a half-hour lunch, then leave shortly after four. With great difficulty my own children went to bed as early as an hour or two later than my childhood schedule. All the while they protested that their friends' parents let them stay up till midnight or whenever. When my son got through college and entered an endless period of job-hunting, he'd stay up until three or four in the morning and sleep in nearly to noon. As best I can tell, he was pretty typical of his generation. So much for kids. Why is it that I think it's different for adults? Traffic. In the late 1970s and early 80s I'd sometimes stay over at my parents' house in Seattle before a flight and my dad would drive me to the airport in the morning. At six o'clock traffic was light. Years before, the morning commute was barely underway by seven. Nowadays traffic on Interstate 5 through little old Olympia is flowing strongly by 5:30 in the morning, heading north to Fort Lewis, Tacoma and Seattle. By six, cars can be packed solid on I-5 between Tacoma and... posted by Donald at March 15, 2006 | perma-link | (9) comments




The Future According to Me
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- October 5, 2005: Michael Blowhard praises Writely. March 9, 2006: Google buys Writely. Ever since this blog began: Michael Blowhard harps on the topic of immigration. March 11, 2006: Tom Wolfe announces that the subject of his next book will be immigration. Since the gods are taking close heed of my slightest brainwave, I thought I'd perform a a public service and pass along the rest of my predictions for the near future. Get ready for what's next. An actress desperate for a good role will create and star in a one-woman show. Bill Gates will convert Microsoft to a charity organization, appointing Angelina and Bono as co-CEOs. The health-tips industry will admit that it enjoys monkeying with our minds. "All it really boils down to is, don't smoke, get a little activity, don't get too fat, and prefer fresh food to packaged. Or maybe not. What do we really know anyway?" the industry's spokesperson will say. Research will demonstrate that happiness researchers aren't very happy. The pornography business will collapse. "I guess we've learned that there really can be too much of a good thing," one analyst will say. A Florida man will decide to relax about his potency. "It finally occurred to me that if my stiffy isn't as stiff as I want it to be, maybe all it means is that I'm not in the mood," he'll say. The Harvard liberal-arts faculty will admit that there are some differences between women and men, and that it doesn't make sense to get too politically worked-up about this fact. The Utne Reader will start running a lot of celebrity profiles. "A life spent wearing Earth shoes, worrying about pesticides, and protesting globalization -- well, it's just too depressing," the magazine's editor will say. New York City will become the world's largest flat-panel display. Richard Meier will convert to neo-classicism. "There's only so much you can do with geometry, empty space, glass, and white. It gets boring," Meier will say. "Besides, I've had it with imposing my highbrow preferences on the public. From now on, I'm dedicating my talents to helping regular people obtain housing that's a classy and satisfying version of what they already like." A libertarian living in Oklahoma City will take note of how the real world works. A woman in Indianapolis will throw out her collection of thongs. "You try spending the day with a string up your buttcrack," she says. "Besides, real men like panty lines." The Nobel Committee will award its first-ever Prize for Blogging. A graphic designer in Chicago will vow never again to use white-on-black print. "Serving the text and its meaning, and making the content readable and comprehensible, that's what it's all about," she'll say. An iPod will be elected President. NOW will open a swingers' club in Jersey City, the first in a projected worldwide franchise. Web 3.0 will emerge unbidden. Steve Sailer will be appointed editor-in-chief of The New Yorker. A woman in... posted by Michael at March 15, 2006 | perma-link | (18) comments




Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- More trifles for your amusement and edification. And, in one instance, for mine. -- As part of the aftershock of the Knight-Ridder sale and likely divestment of a dozen papers, Jeff Jarvis takes a reporter-in-denial to task here. -- I recently got an agency-wide broadcast e-mail from an excercise-obsessive in the organization promoting something called a Fun Run. This is nothing new. Back in the 80s at the national demography meetings folks also promoted a Friday morning Fun Run. I hate to be a wet blanket (I'm lying -- I love it!) but to me the only thing "fun" and "run" have in common is the fact that they rhyme. Feel free to disagree. -- Now that I'm in a complaining mood, my office area has a room set aside for lunching. There's a table, chairs, a 'fridge, a small sink -- and two microwave ovens. Around noon, some of the weight watchin' folks pop frozen lunches in microwaves ... and the stench begins! I mean, some of those lasagnas and whatever must be 20% carbs, 10% meat 'n' sauce and 70% spices. -- The Centre Pompidou art museum in Paris was renovated a while ago and Theodore Dalrymple offers his acidic reactions over at The New Criterion. Click here to read, but be warned that what you see is only a segment (but a useful one) of the magazine version; to read it all, you'll need to be registered. -- Bleg ... is blog-speak for begging for information on a blog. And I have come blegging. You see, I'm doing a lot of catch-up on my art history reading. My current focus is late-19th and early 20th century painters and paintings. But to do justice to certain topics here at 2Blowhards I need to get a better handle on post-1960 art. I've read and printed out some Internet-based items, but I think it might be a good idea to read some books on the subject. Welcomed are tips on good books about post-1960 art that are illustrated, reasonably comprehensive yet concise, largely jargon-free, don't get hung up on academic fads such as gender theory or deconstructionism and that are authoritative. Am I asking for the impossible? Hope not. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 15, 2006 | perma-link | (6) comments





Monday, March 13, 2006


La Ligne Maginot
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- According to one scenario, World War 2 would have begun as follows: German poison gas and explosive artillery shells rained down on the French hillside peppered with hidden emplacements. At the appointed minute Panzerkampfwagen IIs and IIIs lurched into motion toward the fortifications accompanied by squads of pionieren and sturmtruppen. Encountering anti-tank ditches and rows of railroad rails embedded in the ground, the tanks swerved to an open area to continue their advance. In fact they had been channeled into a killing-ground. Pre-registered artillery in camouflaged casemates and retractable armored turrets opened fire at the poorly armored Germans. Soon the field became obscured by smoke from the flaming vehicles. Meanwhile the combat engineers and storm troopers scrambled up to the observation cupolas, pillboxes and casemates, explosive charges and grenades at the ready. But before they could begin disabling the fortress, 75s from the next fortress to the east began pouring registered fire on them, killing half the attackers on the first salvo. Less than an hour after the attack began, remnants of the assault force began straggling back to the German front line, crushed by the Maginot Line defenders. This alternative-history snippet describes how the French Maginot Line was intended to perform.* It is fantasy. It never happened (though it could have). There was a lot of fantasy associated with the Maginot Line in the years leading up to the war. It is interesting, but so is the history of the Line, not to mention the Maginot Line as it exists today. I experienced the fantasy, read the history and visited one of the fortresses. If this intrigues you, read on. The Fantasy Not long after I was born my father (or someone in my family) bought a Rand McNally "War Map of Europe." Besides a political map of Europe it has a lot of add-ons in the form of special-subject maps, data tables and other handy reference information related to the war that started on 3 September when Germany invaded Poland. Eight or ten years later, when I was old enough to begin assembling a picture of recent history in my mind, I came across that map and was astonished by the following illustration. New York Times artist's pre-war impression of the Maginot Line. When the drawing was made, details of the Maginot Line were military secrets. Even though the Germans had aerial photos of some of the fortresses under construction and might have had spies in the work crews, the public was told about the Line only in broad-brush form. For example, it was revealed that it was a system of underground fortresses placed near enough to one another that their artillery fire would be mutually-supporting. The fortresses were self-contained, troops living in underground barracks with support facilities such as command-posts, kitchens, mess-halls, dental clinics, operating rooms and recreation facilities. Each fort had its own electrical power generation system for use in case the national power grid (and its buried lines to... posted by Donald at March 13, 2006 | perma-link | (12) comments





Tuesday, March 7, 2006


Beloved Museum Shops
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I confess. I confess I put the word "beloved" in the title to hook you -- a writerly deceit I'm not above using. Truth is, I don't find any museum shop "beloved," though I really do like some of them. Which ones? Lemme see ... generally the ones with the most book titles, books being my intellectual drug-of-choice. Some of you might use prints, reproductions, calendars or other items as the yardstick. Herewith is a top o' the head listing of museum shops I liked as of the time I last visited. They are not in order of preference. Louvre, Paris. This is on two floors and has lotsa stuff which seems appropriate for a museum that has lotsa stuff. Yes the books are pretty much in French, but that's okay with me because I like to be forced to keep up my French. The shop in the Muse d'Orsay across the river is much smaller because it focuses on a limited period in art history. The last time I was there I wasn't studying Impressionism as seriously as I am now, so I might like it better than I did if I gave it another visit. Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York. Not as large as the Louvre's shop, but plenty of books and other items. The Met also has a shop in Rockefeller Center as well as one at the Aladdin Casino in Las Vegas and two in Thailand (32 stores in all, 13 overseas), but the satellites I've visited don't have large book selections. Getty Museum, Los Angeles. A good selection of books, especially (as might be expected) publications by the Getty research staff. But if your thing is art-related books and you're in the Los Angeles area, the place to go is the Hennessey + Ingalls bookstore on Wilshire Boulevard in Santa Monica, a block or so from the bluff overlooking the ocean. A nice little store with a tight focus is in the Mucha Museum in Prague, featuring (who else?) Alphonse Mucha, king of the Art Nouveau poster.. I like aviation, and the top shop for me is in the Air Force Museum by Dayton, Ohio. Second-best is in the Smithsonian's Air & Space Museum on the Mall in Washington. Pretty-good is the shop in the Museum of Flight at Seattle's Boeing Field. My criterion for aviation books is the presence of specialized books not normally found in regular bookstores. But the store that tops my aviation heap isn't a museum shop: it's La Maison du Livre d'Aviation in Paris at 75 Boulevard Malesherbes in the 8th Arrondissement. As you might guess by the volume of posts on the subject, I'm also a car fan. But I can't remember any automobile museum shops that had a book selection that impressed me. This might be because my tastes are becoming highly specialized whereas the museum shops I've visited recently don't seem to have a lot more to offer than regular... posted by Donald at March 7, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Monday, March 6, 2006


Ugly Box(-like) Cars
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Maybe there's such a thing as too much functionality ... in car styling, anyhow. I know, I know. If "form follows function" a designer would have to be a knucklehead if he tried to express function and not end up with a Platonic Ideal of beauty. Well, that's what I used to read in books about Industrial Design and Architecture when I was in high school and college. And then there was a saying back in those days to the effect that "a car stylist can do good Industrial Design, but an industrial designer is hopeless at car styling." How true. One of the projects the Industrial Design class worked on when I was an undergraduate (I had switched from ID to commercial art by that time) was to design a taxicab. After completion, some of the plans and renderings ended up on hallway display boards. What was revealed was a tall, stubby, ugly thing lacking any of the grace of even a London taxi. But boy, was it functional: space-efficient, short turning radius, chair-high seating and whatever else was in the design spec handed down by Frank Del Giudice (or maybe dreamed up by the students themselves). I can't show you that taxicab design, but vehicles in the same spirit are probably cruising a street near you right now. I wouldn't be surprised if ID-school grads didn't sneak into car styling studios under a flag of convenience to wreak aesthetic damage and play strange mind-games to induce good citizens to spend actual money for the results of their functionality-mongering. One such car (for lack of a better term -- my examples are more van-like station wagons) is the Honda Element. Honda Element. As you can see, the Element is, er, pretty vertical. And it's covered with lots of matte-finish panels that, if nothing else, minimize scratches and other damage from flying rocks and other cars: not a bad thing. The overall impression is that this vehicle isn't comfortable moving at any but the slowest speeds. But maybe that's the way they're actually driven. Another gift to NPR listeners from the land of the rising sun is the Scion xB from Toyota (Scion is a brand Toyota introduced to appeal to a younger clientele than aging buyers of Toyotas). Scion xB. The xB is cut from pretty much the same cloth as the Element. Only it's smaller and perhaps even less aerodynamic. Since aerodynamic efficiency is a factor in increasing fuel efficiency, does this bother enviro-friendly potential buyers? Unless you've been to Europe in recent years you have been spared from seeing what might be the ugliest of the lot -- the Fiat Multipla. Here are some examples. Gallery: Fiat Multipla Multipla 600. This came out in the late 50s. It had a rear-mounted engine and the front seat positioned well to the front. If there was any justice in this world Ralph Nader would have begun his anti-car jihad with this one instead... posted by Donald at March 6, 2006 | perma-link | (15) comments





Wednesday, March 1, 2006


Bagatelles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Michael has his "Elsewhere" for miscellaneous items he finds on the Internet. So why not moi? Herewith is the first of occasional posts titled "Bagatelles," from the French bagatelle which can be translated as "a trifle." You have been warned. * Hitting the art section of bookstores is a fascinating book dealing with Bay Area art in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The focus is on Arthur Mathews (yes, that's with one "t") and his wife Lucia. The Amazon listing is here but it's for the $65 hardcopy version due out 15 March. I bought the $40 paperback last weekend at a Barnes & Noble. * I'm writing this on Ash Wednesday, first day of Lent. You are supposed to give up something for Lent. Traditionally, I give up Lent for Lent. Feel free to do otherwise. * Ever notice those motorcycles with really high handlebars? (A quick Google session failed to turn up a picture to insert, so you'll have to rely on my description.) Anyway, the handlebars extend so far up that the cyclist's hands are about head-level or perhaps even higher. This strikes be a being highly uncomfortable; how can such a posture be maintained over, say, a 100+ mile trip? Moreover, it seems to me that control would be harder to maintain. I know absolutely zilch about motorcycles, yet those odd handlebars have sparked my curiosity for years. Can Shouting Thomas or other congnoscenti explain the phonomenon? * March 2nd 2005 was when my first 2Blowhards post appeared (see here). So in one sense I've been at it for a year. (The first seven months I was a "guest" and I've been full-time the last five months.) Thanks to Michael and all you readers for putting up with my blathering. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at March 1, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments





Monday, February 27, 2006


Are We Closed-Minded?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Lock the doors. Put plywood over the windows. Hide under the bed. A Blowhard blow is on its way. Yep, I'm gonna straighten up, take in a deep breath and let forth a rant. Nothing you likely haven't heard of before or thought of on your own already. But indulge me: It might be therapeutic for me, and therapy is beyond criticism -- no? Let me build up steam. First there are those bumper stickers that say "Question Authority." I always wonder on whose authority that slogan should be taken. A little closer to my intended mark is "free speech" -- not in the Constitutional sense, but more in line with the once-famous Berkeley "Free Speech Movement" of 1964 and later wherein, amongst other issues, it was deemed desirable to express yourself without regard to social conventions. At one point during my year of Philip Rieff's sociological theory course at Dear Old Penn, Rieff passed along the following anecdote. He gave a lecture at Princeton in 1965 (if I recall) and one in the audience took issue with something Rieff had said, citing the Free Speech Movement claim that speech should be without restraints. Rieff responded something like this: Oh. Very good. Then you approve when people use words such as ... and here he let forth with several crude race/ethnic epithets. Apparently that left the questioner speechless because, in his little proto-Politically Correct world, such terms were never ever used. (I discussed Rieff and the theory course here. Apparently Rieff is still alive -- though not well -- and will have four new books appearing soon, as described here.) By now you might be able to see where I'm heading. People who tell others what to do or think can be doing and thinking in ways that fit their own proscriptions. I'm not sure this is a matter of hypocrisy so much as it is simple lack of self-awareness, a blind-spot. One case I find especially irksome these days is when some people urge others to be "open-minded" about some issue or another. A good many people consider open-mindedness to be a conversion to their point of view and closed-mindedness a refusal to do so, with the stigma that such a refusal is proof of moral inferiority. I would be happy if those folks who toss "mindedness" around would admit this more often. It wouldn't surprise me if a majority of the "mindedness" police don't realize that the game can be played against them. Consider: "What? You don't believe the Rev. Pat Robertson is right on nearly every issue he speaks out on? Why aren't you open-minded?" One likely response would be "The man is an ignoramus and a fascist, and I don't believe a word he says! And I am being open-minded about this". If there was a shred of intellectual integrity, the person would silently admit that Robertson's views (probably) were never examined, being rejected out of hand simply because of... posted by Donald at February 27, 2006 | perma-link | (14) comments





Sunday, February 26, 2006


Psst. Wanna Drop a Name?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Name-dropping is an utterly selfish practice that invidiously separates those with connections from those who don't. It flies in the face of our quest for equality and therefore is probably un-American. Or something. Seriously, name-dropping is not polite because some, many or all of the listeners to the dropped names lack retaliatory names. These folks are faced with the fact that, for whatever reasons, they are not as well-connected as the speaker. One-upmanship can indeed be a conscious motivation for name-dropping; I have contempt for this practice. Other name-dropping might be inadvertent or even could be essential to the topic under discussion; Im okay with this. Some name-dropping might be a means to reassure the speaker that hes a sorta-somebody himself; I find this understandable, but sad. Then there is name-dropping for sport, for the hell of it. It might be fun to do, if not to listen to. Finally there is a class of folks who dont need to drop names. Thats because grew up in or exist in an environment where the "names" are simply family members, close friends of the family or people encountered in day-to-day activities. My name-dropping problem -- if it is one -- is that I don't have a lot of names to drop. I lack names because I'm a pretty shy guy who never lived in a name-rich environment such as Manhattan, Hollywood or Washington, D.C. Regardless, let's see how well I can do. First we need some criteria. You can't use the name of somebody you've simply seen. For example, I've seen in the flesh Harry Truman, Dwight Eisenhower, John F. Kennedy and Richard Nixon. I don't think they ought to count because there was no interaction. So there minimally must be interaction, but not all interactions are equal. For my purposes here I'll rule out simple introductions and a few exchanged pleasantries. So if I were to meet the President in a reception line, I couldn't count that. To qualify, there must be a real conversation of some sort. I suppose the biggest name I can drop is Senator Henry M. "Scoop" Jackson whom I talked with on a couple occasions. The next biggest one is Raymond Burr (the actor who played Perry Mason on TV); size-wise, he was bigger than Jackson. He was touring American bases in Korea and I had to do some publicity work in conjunction with his stop in Taegu. Number three was Adam Osborne who was well-known in the early 80s for his Osborne Computer, the first "portable" PC. He and I were on the same panel at a programming language convention. Oh, I can claim a few other "names" related to personal computers. I did chat once with Mike Maples when he was a Microsoft bigwig (and heavier than Raymond Burr, I should add). Ditto Peter Norton of Norton Utilities software fame. Come to think of it, I also had a brief conversation with Esther Dyson. That's about it.... posted by Donald at February 26, 2006 | perma-link | (41) comments





Thursday, February 23, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Nice casting! BTW, I hear that this book about Dusty Springfield is heaven for fans of celeb bios, even those without much of an interest in Dusty. Haven't read it yet myself, but I do have a copy. * The good life, the Forbes way: The biz mag recommends the world's best topless beaches. Razib kicks off a GNXP-style discussion about the good life here. * Why have there been so few Whit Stillman movies? Whit Stillman himself wants to know. * WhiskyPrajer reviews and evokes ten songs that mean a lot to him. Start here. * Yahmdallah is flippin' for Temple Grandin's latest book. * On hearing that Literary Theory is in crisis, Oran Kelley asks a sensible question: Who cares? * Alice wonders why women shouldn't give as well as receive romantic presents on Valentine's Day. * DarkoV confesses that he can't stand the singing of Emmylou Harris. Cowtown Pattie thinks that DarkoV ought to come to his senses. * Breakdancing from the raised-on-Pixar generation. Wait for the guy in the orange shirt. * Beach vollyball is obviously the greatest sport ever invented, or at least the most photogenic. * Alan Little kicks off a personal photo-a-week project with a beautiful view of a room where some yoga giants studied and taught. * Sex-bloggin' Jill examines her motivations. * I say, Give 'em all a trophy. (Link thanks to Tyler Cowen) * Louisville's going to regret it. Check out the architect's academic training: Ivy, with a specialization in philosophy. Which pretty much explains the building he has designed. Cool effects on the video, though. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 23, 2006 | perma-link | (9) comments





Wednesday, February 22, 2006


The Incredible Disappearing Airline Meal
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- For eons, it seemed, everyone was complaining about meals served on airliners. By "everyone" I mean those ink- or mayonnaise-stained wretches on newspaper staffs with nothing much else to write about. Or maybe aging gourmets (gourmands?) who got their first taste of airline food in 1934 flying on a leisurely three-hour Imperial Airways' Handley Page 42 biplane trip from Croyden to LeBourget. Handley Page 42 over Croyden. Imperial Airways Silver Wing Service, 1927. Actually, aside from a few luxury routes, most airline meals weren't worth a Michelin rating. In some cases, the meal would be cold chicken and a roll. I was issued such a meal once when I flew on a DC-4 from Korea to Japan on Air America, an airline operated by the CIA. All of my commercial flying experience was during the Jet Age, so I can't comment on 1946-1960 food service. But the meals I got in pre-deregulation days seemed okay. For example, on long-distance dinner-hour flights, American Airlines from time to time offered small steaks. Granted, the food wasn't what could be found in better restaurants, but what should one expect at 34,000 feet? -- I found it hard to take the criticism seriously. I liked airline meals because, in those days, I was a nervous flyer and focusing on the meal for 30 minutes or so kept my attention from those flapping wingtips visible out the window. One reason why those regulation-era meals could include steaks was that when ticket prices were fixed and the aircraft were pretty similar, food, booze, skimpy stew outfits and other amenities were the main tools airlines could use to entice passengers from competitors. As deregulation took hold, airlines realized that price of the flight was more important to most passengers than quality of food and drink. Thus began the shift from eating in planes to eating in air terminals. I first noticed this in the early 1980s at the Minneapolis airport when a McDonalds magically appeared. Neato! I could get a quick, predictable snack instead of paying significantly more money at a "captive" coffee house operated by Host International or somesuch firm. Nowadays most larger airports have many food outlets where travelers can get their fill before or after their trip. Last year Seattle-Tacoma International completed a major terminal renovation and its centerpiece is a large food court featuring a huge window with views of the runway and (weather and daylight permitting) the Olympic Mountains. Seattle-Tacoma's new food court. In that general area can be found fast-food burgers from Wendy's, two seafood bars, take-out Mexican, Pizza, a Starbucks, a table-service seafood restaurant and a couple other take-out places. Close by are a Sbarro outlet and a microbrew bar & grill. And there's more when you head out the gate-wings. The main problem I encounter is finding a place to sit (I usually travel when the airport is pretty busy). So terminals offer more and more dining choices while airlines offer less and... posted by Donald at February 22, 2006 | perma-link | (12) comments





Tuesday, February 21, 2006


Roundabouts Come 'Round Again
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- New Jersey was killing them off, and I thought I was safe. But No! They started sprouting right here in my neck of the woods at the sound end of Puget Sound. I'm talking traffic circles or roundabouts or rond-points or whatever the local term is. I had never seen such things until I lived Back East -- first when I was in the Army and a little later when I was at Dear Old Penn. A little mousing around the Web reveals that traffic circles date as far back as 1905 in this country, but that they got a big boost in New Jersey. Nearly 70 were built there, most between 1925 and 1940. The traffic circles I remember best in the 1960s were those east of Camden, NJ on U.S. routes 30 and 130. They were awful, especially around rush hour. It was gridlock minus the grid. Cars already in the circle would be creeping along, turn-indicators flashing as they tried to change lanes. Other cars would be queued at the entry points waiting for a tiny break in the flow so that, with the aid of some burning rubber, entry could be effected. Traffic circles are fine, in theory. Normal street or road intersections require some form of traffic control where cars are often forced to come to a complete halt before making a turn or continuing straight ahead. But a traffic circle, if traffic is very light, allows a car to keep rolling into the circle and around to its exit point. In theory (again), this can mean no wasted time and fuel while waiting for a stoplight to change -- this supposed ecological plus might explain why traffic circles seem to be making a comeback in the U.S. Here are views of some traffic circles. Gallery Traffic circle near Camden, NJ airport, 1931. Traffic circle on Black Horse Pike, Cardiff, NJ, 1998. Aerial photo taken before reconstruction of intersection. Circle in Provo, UT. Example of small, recent American traffic circle. English roundabout. This one is actually round (many aren't). L'toille, Paris. France's most famous rond-point. The Arc de Triomphe is at the center. Traffic circles -- rond-points -- are common in France, especially in the countryside or newer suburbs. (Putting them in older, built-up places would be expensive, so few are found there.) French circles are almost always geometrically pure. This is not the case in Britain where roundabouts (the term used there) are often polygons of one shape or another rather than being round. I'm not sure whether this difference is due to England's greater population density and comparative lack of available land or the character of the nations' peoples and political systems. Regardless of location, all are subject to the Iron Law of Traffic Circles: heavy traffic will bring them to their knees. I've noticed in England that some roundabouts in congested areas now have traffic signals, so entry to the circle is in pulses controlled by... posted by Donald at February 21, 2006 | perma-link | (26) comments





Monday, February 20, 2006


Fond Memories of Hell Week
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Actually, I don't have "fond memories" of my college fraternity's initiation rites, but I find catchy article titles hard to resist. Colleges and Greek-letter National organizations have spent decades trying to clamp down on initiation hazing by local chapters. My impression is that these efforts have been reasonably, but not entirely, successful. Moreover, I doubt that initiation rites can be totally eliminated: it seems to be a human-nature thing. Maybe make that a male-nature thing, but I'll leave it to readers who took Anthropology (I never did, for some reason) to fill in the rite-of-passage details. If I'm correct that frat house hazing has been toned down, then it makes sense to get on the record what Hell Week was like back in the days when hazing was really hazing. Obviously hazing practices varied from college to college, frat house to frat house; some were more severe than mine, others easier. All I can tell you is what I experienced. So here goes. I was initiated into the Upsilon Chapter of Theta Xi Fraternity at the University of Washington in January, 1958 during my Freshman year. My impression at the time was that Hell Week was tamer than previously, but that it certainly was still nothing to sneeze at. (By the late 80s, Hell Week had been detoxed into "help week," but not entirely. Around 1990 good old Upsilon Chapter got kicked off campus for several years due to an unfortunate incident involving a sheep in the rec room that made the national press.) The drill starts by "pledging" the fraternity. In my case this happened during Rush Week just before the start of the fall academic term. Pledgeship is a trial or probation period. On Monday evenings when initiated members were attending chapter meeting, pledges met with the Pledge Trainer, an active member who gave instruction on chapter and National fraternity lore and other matters. Some things we had to learn included the Greek alphabet, names of all fraternities and sororities at Washington, the names of national and local founders and the history of the fraternity. We also had to do chores around the house for our first year, initiated or not. The most important requirement was to "make our grades." At the time, this meant we had to get at least a C average before we could be initiated. At the start of the post-Christmas term, those of us who hadn't partied ourselves into a flunk-out trajectory were eligible for Hell Week. Hell Week was a two-part deal. First was the Monday-Friday part which was intended to set us up for Hell Night itself (the second part) on Saturday. We didn't get much sleep during Hell Week because we'd be awakened during the night to do a chore or calisthenics or some other activity that would insure we truly were awake. After five nights of this we were approaching zombie mode. Then there was the rule that if we laughed, we had... posted by Donald at February 20, 2006 | perma-link | (15) comments





Saturday, February 18, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Here's one man who really, really loves his hobby. * Wendy McElroy tries to separate the mythical Betty Friedan from the real Betty Friedan. * David Apatoff thinks that graphic-novelists/critics'-darlings Chris Ware and Art Spiegelman have been wildly overpraised. * Here's a real treat. Britain's brilliant first ladies of crime fiction, P.D. James and Ruth Rendell, swap shop talk. As far as I'm concerned, James and Rendell are giants of contempo fiction whether you're talkin' genre or non-genre ... * Did you know that this year marks the 400th anniversary of the birth of Rembrandt? Robert Hughes writes a smashing tribute to the Dutch giant. Nice passage: Certainly Rembrandt van Rijn did not feel an obligation to make his human subjects noble, let alone perfect. That is why, though not always a realist, he is the first god of realism after Caravaggio. And why so many people love him, since he was so seldom rivalled as a topographer of the human clay. * Imagine owning a dog who could outscore you on the SATs ... * I loved exploring the simple, moody, and poetic artwork and animations of Annika Bergstrom, a gifted young Swedish artist. Here's a conversation with Annika. * Razib kicks off a rewarding bull session about Life's Largest Questions. Fun and thoughtful contributions by the likes of Dan Dare, NuSapiens, John Emerson, Agnostic, and Luke Lea. * I notice that one of my favorite Teaching Company lecture series has just been updated and offered at a sale price. In "Biology and Human Behavior: The Neurological Origins of Individuality," Robert Sapolsky covers a lot of ground clearly and enthusiastically. He explores how a single neuron works ... then a bundle of them ... then how a brain might work. He also looks at animals in the wild, at evolution, and at genetics. All very fascinating, of course. But, arts-dude that I am, I confess that I found the series most stimulating in terms of its implications for thinking about art and culture. * To be dazzled by some up-to-the-minute, commercial computer-graphics work, go here and click on "reel." Trippy to the max! Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 18, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, February 15, 2006


Please Don't Build This Car
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- There are run-of-the-mill local automobile shows and then there are Important Automobile Shows such as those that take place in Geneva, Paris, Tokyo, Frankfurt and Detroit. Important Automobile Shows are where experimental cars, dream cars, show cars -- whatever cars -- are introduced. Some of these cars are exercises to keep automobile company styling staffs juiced up and serve the further purpose of generating publicity and the image of "progressive thinking" in what might well be a beancounter-besotted firm. Other cars contain design features that could potentially appear in future production models provided public reaction wasn't too negative. Therefore careful attention is paid to how the various styling details are received. Finally there are cars that are customized / slightly-disguised versions of automobiles slated for production in the near future. This is especially true where a new body is to be introduced (rather than a face-lifted existing body). The purpose of these show cars is to get the public used to new styling, particularly if the styling is a radical change; "softening the blow" is another way of putting it. The auto show held in Detroit this January included a Chrysler Imperial concept car from DaimlerChrysler. It's not clear whether this is simply a show car or if it might be a future production model -- I suspect the latter interpretation. (Links to show coverage are here and here.) And here's what the car looks like: Gallery 2006 Chrysler 300. The Imperial concept car seems to be based on the current production model. Chrysler's Imperial models were never quite accepted as luxury cars, possibly because the company was never consistent in defining what an Imperial was. In the early 1930s some fine-looking soft-top models were built, but the sedans were rather clunky-looking. Besides, they were powered by a pretty basic straight-8 motor as opposed to the huge straight-8s in Duesenbergs or the V-12s in Cadillacs and Packards or the Cadillac V-16s. From then until the early 50s Imperials mostly were top-of-the-line Chryslers, and Chryslers competed with Buick in the mid-priced to near-luxury markets. In the early 50s Chrysler made an effort to visually separate Chrysler Imperials from regular Chryslers and in the mid-50s presented Imperial as a separate make (later to be folded back into Chrysler when sales failed to reach Lincoln levels let alone those for Cadillac). Early and late-50s Imperials had mediocre styling, but the 57s were rakish and the 1955s were the best of all. 1955 Imperial. Chrysler Imperials over the last 45 years (when they were produced at all) were a mixed styling and product-planning bag, seldom reaching for (and never attaining) prestige-car status. Presumably this year's concept car is an attempt to gauge reaction of potential buyers to yet another stab at the luxury car market. Commentary The concept car is longer and taller than current 300s. The reason it is taller is that it is thought this might attract buyers who enjoy commanding road views from the drivers... posted by Donald at February 15, 2006 | perma-link | (13) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * First modernism, then low-fat eating, and now this. Is there nothing left to believe in? * Ideologies and other crackpot-isms may disappoint, but there's always the SI swimsuit issue. I notice that this year it's possible to download a bunch of SI swimsuit video clips for your iPod. I also notice that most of them are about 8 minutes long. $1.99 for eight minutes? Hey, Wikipedia has an entry on the SI Swimsuit issue. That's my kind of encyclopedia. Check out the very first cover. * He recently finished a film and turned 80. Now Robert Altman is in London directing an Arthur Miller play. Whatever that man is on, I want some of it. * ChicagoBoyz's Jonathan Gewirtz isn't just a heckuva blogger, he's also a talented photographer. You can sample his witty and beautiful work here. * Spend a weekend in Iowa meditating with David Lynch. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 15, 2006 | perma-link | (2) comments





Tuesday, February 14, 2006


What's My Favorite? I Dunno
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- You ask me what's my favorite movie, novel, painting, symphony, artist, food, composer, automobile, architect, etc. I give you a dull stare in return. Same deal if you ask about my least-favorite this or that. It's not that I don't want to give you an answer. My problem (if it is one ... please Comment) is that I find it really hard to single out things I love or hate above all others. This doesn't pose a problem in my daily existence. I most definitely have my likes and dislikes. My crisis occurs in social situations when, to make conversation, somebody asks something like "Who's your favorite science fiction author?" and others in the group quickly chirp out names. How do they do it? Out of hundreds of writers, most of whom produced their quota of gems and trash, people can select just one. Me, I get to thinking: "Hmm. Space Opera. Doc Smith? Nah -- classic, but pretty crude. Does Jerry Pournelle qualify? Time travel? Maybe Poul Anderson in his better moments. Is Anderson better than Pournelle? But one can never ignore Heinlein. Still, the later Heinlein isn't as fun to read as his earlier stuff. And Asimov maintained an even quality strain, so he shouldn't be ignored. Newer writers? Well, I just don't read much fiction of any kind these days". And so it goes. There are times when I actually can come up with a favorite, but that favoritism is usually fleeting. At one time I think "Gee that Offenbach is quite a melodist and listening to his music is sure fun." A month later I decide I prefer Schubert. After a while I'm back to Beethoven. But I really do like chocolate ice cream best. Except when I was young and preferred strawberry. One thing you can count on: 2Blowhards is my favorite blog. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at February 14, 2006 | perma-link | (13) comments





Monday, February 13, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Peter Briffa's blog -- surely the cheeriest and funniest cranky-blog out there -- has turned four years old. That's one grand-daddy of a blog. Go and offer congratulations. * Have you tried the web-radio/music-recommendation service Pandora? I've found it a pleasant alternative to my iTunes collection. The recommendations aren't bad, and the sound quality is better than that. Free is nice too. * J. Cassian discovers that Saracens -- ie., Muslims -- once ruled the Swiss Alps. * And we think train travel in the U.S. is uncomfortable. (Link thanks to New Economist) * J.T. Kirkland has been doing some wonderfully entrepreneurial cultureblogging. * Colleen once acted with Chris Penn. * Lynn Sislo is annoyed with her cable company but loves "Modern Marvels." * The Libertarian Scientist isn't crazy about what computer simulations mean for the study of biology. * Alan Sullivan writes about what it was like for him and his co-worker, Tim Murphy, to put together their beautiful translation of "Beowulf." * Mike Hill marvels at those zany, passionate Hasids, and includes some ear-bending clips from the Klezmatics. * Another says-a-lot line from Steve Sailer: "Danes and Muslims don't agree on the basics of social organization and don't want to live under the same rules. That shouldn't be a severe problem. It's what separate countries are for." * Brian Anderson writes that, under the guise of fairness, wealthy lefties are trying to suppress political speech. * Yahmdallah's in storytelling/memoiring mode again! This time around he recalls his years as a part-time movie usher. I love Yahmdallah's wholesome-yet-offcolor yarns the way I love such other all-American gems as the films "Hoosiers" and "Breaking Away." * Donna Moore shrinks the crime-and-mystery-fiction worlds down into one very funny list. * The film of LeCarre's anti-big-pharma thriller "The Constant Gardener" hit Derek Lowe in all the wrong ways. Great line: "It's hard to enjoy yourself when you've just paid money to see the way you earn your living depicted as evil and destructive." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 13, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Saturday, February 11, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * As a third grader, OuterLife learned his IQ score, and nothing has been simple for him since. Great line: "My reward? More tests. Harder tests. Its like I keep winning pie eating contests, but the prize is more pie." * Searchie sips some of that good Polish tea and finds herself doing some real writing again. She also comes up with an excellent reason to love "Piss Christ." * It's been decades since I've followed an Olympics, but I got a big kick out of reading Steve Sailer's human-biodiversity take on the Games anyway. * French bloggers often have a very different conception of what blogging is good for than American bloggers do. Zut alors: Why not see blogging as a stylish-casual performance art? Here's a very charmante French blogger who does us the favor of blogging in English. * Terry Teachout's reflections about the recently-deceased playwright Wendy Wasserstein say a lot about how reputations are often arrived-at in the cultural world. Short version: Wasserstein wasn't much good, but she was liked, she was lucky, and she was connected. * Kung-fu champ! Er, chimp. * Jen finds that her new gym-going habit has made her physically fit but has also left her vacuous and uninteresting. * Tyler Cowen cheerfully takes on that fraught old question: What is the great American novel? Lots of fun and unusual contributions from visitors too. (Part one, part two, part three.) Tyler also notices that classical music is doing pretty well at the iTunes music store. * Mr. Tall has the figures: If all humans lived as smooshed-together as the people in Hong Kong do, 99.8% of the planet would be without human presence at all. Mr. Tall's very extensive blog/website, which he co-does with Mr. Balding and which by and large concerns life in Hong Kong, is a witty and perceptive delight. * Moms and daughters, eh? It's like they're inside each others' minds ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 11, 2006 | perma-link | (5) comments





Thursday, February 9, 2006


Steering Left, Right -- or Center
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It all seems so logical. Except to the hyper-logical French. In countries such as the USA where cars are driven on the right side of the road, cars have steering wheels on the left (center line) side. And steering wheels are mounted on the right in Britain and Japan where cars drive on the left side of the road. In France, cars drive on the right side of the road. So as Ren Bellu reported in "Toutes Les Voitures Franaise 1937: Salon 1936" (Automobilia Hors-Serie No. 3, p. 5): DIRECTION: 42 modles ont un volant gauche, 66 restent fidles au volont droite, un seul est livrable au choix avec volant gauche ou droite, 2 prsentent l'originalit d'avoir un volant central. There you have it. More than half the models offered by the French automobile industry for 1937 were right-hand drive. Well, maybe "numbers don't lie" but they sometimes fib. Those 66 models where the driver sits on the right were mostly luxury cars (Delage, Delahaye, Talbot, etc.) where production was tiny. High-volume models from Renault, Citron and Peugeot came with left-hand drive, so most 1937 model-year French cars that hit the rues were in synch with road regulations. Then there's the fact that driving on the right side of the road has been the rule in France since Revolutionary times. So why did Thirties luxury cars have right-hand drive? I don't know, though here are two possibilities (someone please post the facts in Comments): (1) the luxury trade harkened back to pre-Revolutionary times, and (2) French luxury car makers took their cue from Rolls-Royce. (The second speculation gets iffy if one realizes that France was far ahead of England in the early days of automobiling: why should they imitate unless it was a snob thing?) Enough of this left-right stuff. The real topic of this post is French cars where the steering wheel was mounted in the center. In particular, I want to highlight the Panhard "Dynamic" model introduced in mid-1936. The firm Panhard et Lavassor was one of the oldest car-makers, introducing the systme-Panhard of front-engine, rear-drive that quickly dominated the industry. By the mid-1930s Panhard was a high-priced-car maker trying to make headway in a stormy economy. A few years earlier it introduced Panoramiques -- cars with small, curved windows where the front corner posts normally were (they had two smaller corner posts instead). The Dynamic (interestingly an English spelling) was much more radical. For one thing, it had a "monocoque" or "unit" body where the chassis and the body were integral, not separate. This is nearly universal today, but rare in the Thirties. The engine lacked normal poppet valves, being a "sleeve valve" motor -- unheard-of today and rare back then. Its styling was an attempt at streamlining. Finally, the steering wheel was placed on the car's center-line. Here is an advertisement announcing the Dynamic. Panhard Dynamic advertisement. And here is a photo of the car. Panhard... posted by Donald at February 9, 2006 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, February 8, 2006


Dance Moves
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * When he was a young dude, Friedrich von Blowhard had a happy-bear dancing style that was along these jolly lines. * As for me, I suspect that I've been guilty of more than a few of these hilariously clueless white-boy dance moves. * Christine isn't a resourceful dancer either, but it's hard to imagine anyone complaining. (PG-13, but still probably unwise at work.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 8, 2006 | perma-link | (3) comments





Tuesday, February 7, 2006


For the Price of a Face Lift...
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- ...you can have a second wedding. So says The Fiance. She was in Seattle last week, dashing around lining up a preacher, a DJ, a harpist, the cake, flowers, invitations, a rehearsal dinner site and other items requiring a few months' lead-time. The wedding site itself was nailed down a while ago. Meanwhile I, the prospective bridegroom, stand by with buzzing head awaiting my prize-bull moment when they insert the ring-with-chain into my nose in anticipation of my rle as photo-prop for the beautiful bride. Back when I was young [sound of cane thwacking computer] even first weddings weren't so elaborate. Not in the Pacific Northwest, anyhow. When my fraternity brothers got married the whole thing took an hour or two, max. The wedding would be a simple church ceremony followed by a reception in the church's social hall where guests were treated to wedding cake, coffee, mixed nuts and maybe ice cream if we were lucky. Roman Catholic weddings took longer because of the Mass, but receptions also tended to be brief. There were some weddings that included dinner and dancing, but those involved the social lite or perhaps ethnic groups where fancy weddings were the norm. The practice of dinner-dancing receptions back in the early 1960s seemed to be more of an East Coast thing, as best I could tell at the time. Things have changed. Whether due to improved mass-communications or in-migration to the region, Pacific Northwest weddings nowadays strike me as being just as elaborate as those I witnessed years ago in Brooklyn and Philadelphia. Even though The Fiance and I have previous marriages, she wants it to be a big blast with few compromises. One difference is that there won't be a bunch of bridesmaids and such -- a sorority sister will be Matron of Honor and I'll have a cousin as Best Man. And she won't have a fancy wedding gown, opting instead for a simpler dress of some kind (which I am not permitted to view). We kicked around the matter of what I should wear, and for the moment it looks like I'll get my wish and simply wear a dark suit (she was leaning towards a dinner jacket). Speaking of wedding attire, I notice that bridal outfits are a lot more glam than I recall. I mean, they used to have sleeves and even halfway modest necklines. Now most of them seem to be like white, strapless evening gowns with puffy skirts. I have no idea how long wedding fashions have been this way -- haven't been to a first wedding in years. Our biggest departure from custom is the honeymoon: there won't be any. In part this is because seasonal duties at work (in late May) prevent me from taking more than a couple days off. Also, we do a lot of travel as is, so a honeymoon would not be anything special. Finally, she wants to hang around to make sure that out-of-town... posted by Donald at February 7, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments





Thursday, February 2, 2006


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Newspaper and media buffs should enjoy this piece by Slate's Jack Shafer about technological change and newspaper publishing, as well as this Shafer ode to the visual glories of Joseph Pulitzer's The World on Sunday. * Steve Sailer thinks Woody Allen may be the Pete Rose of filmmaking. * Paul Worthington wonders what it means for a comic book to be "mainstream." * Interviews with film editors are all too rare. Here's a good (if too-short) one with the excellent Paul Hirsch, who has worked with Brian De Palma, Herbert Ross, and George Lucas. * European TV ads are often so snappy that I sometimes watch them feeling a little ashamed for being American. Do we really have no sense of style? In any case, here's a dazzling recent British advert. * I'm not fond of the mixture of pathos and whimsy in this short film from France. But the computer-animation work is certainly impressive. * Currently doing battle with breast cancer, Minerva lists Five Things She Hates About Cancer, and Five Things She's Learned From Cancer. An especially refreshing couple of lines: "I am NOT going to pander to the 'optimism' brigade. Cancer stinks." * Shouting Thomas captures a lot of cheery images -- happy people and brawny machines -- from the recent motorcycle show at the Javits Center. * Given how badly Princeton University has disfigured its lovely campus with chic new buildings in recent decades, it's a relief to learn that the school's administration has had the sense to commission some work from New Classicists too. Slate's Witold Rybczynski gives the thumbs-up to the first of these projects to reach completion -- Allan Greenberg's addition to Richard Morris Hunt's Aaron Burr Hall. * Michael Bierut thinks that the recently-deceased soul legend Wilson Pickett had some wisdom to share with designers. I think it's first-rate wisdom to be shared with all artsies. * Rod Lott suspects that we may be entering a golden age of zombie fiction. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 2, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments




Primate Cities
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- There's a concept that's been kicking around the fields of Geography and Demography for quite a while called the Primate City. No, this has nothing to do with the monkey house at the local zoo, though some might beg to differ. A Primate City is a city that is far larger and more important than any rival within (usually) a country or (perhaps) a sub-region such as a state. A short explanation is here. For instance, London, Paris, Tokyo and Mexico City are far more populous than other in-country cities and are the political, business and cultural capitals to boot. Some other examples are Athens, Dublin, Oslo, Buenos Aires and Manila. Vienna, Budapest and Prague are the primate cities of Austria, Hungary and the Czech Republic, respectively. But 100 years ago, all were in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Although Vienna was probably primate, the other two were worthy rivals. Not all countries host primate cities. The Wikipedia link above mentions Brazil, where the political capital is Brasilia, the economic capital is So Paulo and the cultural capital is Rio de Janeiro. In Germany the political capital is Berlin, but the financial capital is Frankfurt-am-Main while Munich rivals Berlin as a cultural center. Rome is Italy's political capital, but Milan is the business capital and arguably the cultural capital as well. If the United States hadn't decided to create a political capital, it's possible that New York, for a time the political capital, might have become a Primate City. Possible, but not likely: I think it would have worked only if the nation's boundaries stayed the way they were in 1790. Expansion across the continent assured that strong rivals would emerge. Today Washington is the political capital and New York is the financial capital. This situation isn't likely to change in the foreseeable future. What seems to be evolving is the position of cultural capital. Boston and Philadelphia could have made strong claims to being the nation's cultural capital at one time or another, but New York was clearly dominant by the late 19th Century. This dominance continued through the first two-thirds of the 20th Century. By the late 1900s Southern California essentially ruled the entertainment industry and was wresting New York's cultural capital claim. At the same time, other areas became culturally stronger -- their museums, orchestras, theaters and pop music styles attaining nationwide reputations. This is probably not news to 2Blowhards readers. And I doubt you are surprised that the Internet seems to be making the geographical source of cultural material irrelevant. In the case of blogs, it often doesn't matter where the blog is located. For instance, Terry Teachout's blog's content originates in New York and Chicago and 2Blowhards is written in the New York, Los Angeles and Seattle areas. So the United States is decentralizing culturally as its population decentralizes from the north and east to the west and south. It also seems to be decentralizing in terms of business (not necessarily... posted by Donald at February 2, 2006 | perma-link | (14) comments





Wednesday, February 1, 2006


Foodstuff
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Alice compares the American and the British sandwich. Shanti has some expert tea tips. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 1, 2006 | perma-link | (1) comments




Polymonotheism
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Is goal-oriented monotheistic Christianity the explanation for why the West developed capitalism and science? Rodney Stark certainly thinks so. The American Enterprise endorses his argument, but Razib has some nits to pick with it ... Speaking as an instinctively polytheistic/Om'ing kinda guy, I'm agnostic on this one. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 1, 2006 | perma-link | (18) comments





Tuesday, January 31, 2006


"Professional" Journalism?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- If you're like me and use Instapundit at lot, youve noticed links to posts dealing with pre-Internet news media and how the practitioners are coping with the Internet in general and bloggers in particular. For example, Jeff Jarvis deals with this topic quite a lot. I get the impression that print (especially) and broadcast (somewhat) journalists are pretty concerned about the future of news and the role of their own medium. As well they should, given round after round of layoffs. (As I write this [30 January 2000] I see on Matt Drudge's site that Time is about to lay off 50 staffers.) One reaction is to beat their chests, proclaiming that it is only they themselves who are truly competent to gather, digest, and disseminate news. Bloggers are riff-raff, while we are professionals. (I exaggerate, but the gist holds, I think.) Is journalism a profession? Some think so. For instance, there's an organization called the Society of Professional Journalists. I'm inclined to peg journalism as a craft, not a profession. What, really, does it take to do journalism? For one thing, the writing mechanics are not demanding. The Army crammed the basics into me over a span of only eight weeks at the Army Information School. As best I remember, I got a smattering of history (actually, I already knew that stuff), a whiff of broadcasting (I was in the print end of things and the radio guys got a lot more of broadcasting), a bigger whiff of public relations practice ("full disclosure, minimum delay") and a daily session devoted to news writing. Oh, we also got a tour of The New York Times' digs on West 43rd Street. As best I can tell, most of the rest of everyday journalism is a matter of temperament (curiosity, initiative, tenacity), experience and mentoring. Aside perhaps from becoming, say, a science specialist, I see no strong reason why a journalist even needs to have a college degree, let alone a journalism MS from Columbia University. Lord knows reporters in the pre-World War 2, Ben Hecht-Charles MacArthur "golden age" included few of the Ivy League guys that seem to have become prized in recent decades at the NYT and other elite rags. I'm not sure I want to get into detail about professions and professional licensing. Leaving aside "the world's oldest," there are classical professions such as law, medicine and, more recently, engineering. Medicine deals with life and death. Now that a good deal of scientific knowledge has become integral to the field, it makes good sense to license physicians. Much of engineering is science-based and relates to large health and financial risks (will the building stand up to a Mag-8.5 quake), so it too deserves license status. From this point, things get murkier. Each state has its set of activities requiring licenses, some making more sense than others. In many cases, lobbying for establishment of a license strikes me as little more than an attempt... posted by Donald at January 31, 2006 | perma-link | (20) comments





Monday, January 30, 2006


Ignorance and Bliss
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- From time to time the subject of the sheer emotional impact of a work of art gets mentioned here at 2Blowhards. It doesn't matter which field of art we're discussing -- painting, music, drama, cinema, writing -- the idea is that the person experiencing the art is "blown away" in one way or another. A toned-town, oblique version of this popped up in my recent post about Russian painter Valentin Serov and Michael's comment on it. But it more often comes up in everyday life when you rave about a play or maybe someone says to you "Oh, so you've actually seen Picasso's Guernica! How wonderful was it?" -- you get the idea. This sort of thing happens often enough that it got me to introspecting. And my introspection came up with the following: For me, the less I know about the nuts-'n'-bolts of an art field, the more likely I am to have a strong emotional reaction. And the more I know, the more likely I am to focus on how well technical aspects were accomplished. The fields where I have the greatest technical knowledge are painting, design (both graphic and industrial) and architecture. When I was young and (almost by definition) ignorant, I was able to react emotionally to seeing such objects as, say, Cord automobiles for the first time. This isn't to say I cannot have an emotional reaction to a painting or a new car design. Rather, if I have a reaction, and I do have them, it's likely to be a quick one: "Ooo, what a neat Serov portrait!! And look at the way he handled the shading under the chin." The field I know least about from a technical standpoint is music. So of course I'm more likely react stronger and longer to hearing an appealing work than I am when I spy a new painting. Plus, music being a time-dependent art, I'm compelled to have more time to experience a work and discover things to react to: paintings and objects can be quickly scanned. Maybe music isn't such a good example. After all, music is the most sense-specific of the arts, dealing exclusively with hearing if singing and words aren't involved. This might heighten any emotional reactions. Abstract painting comes close in the sense-exclusivity ranking, but I suspect people are more inclined to "read in" more meaning to an abstract painting than to a concerto. One more example. I know little about the craft of fiction, so I can get sucked into a novel while not paying a whit of attention to how the writer contrived to suck me into it. I think that if I had good knowledge of fiction-writing, I'd be likely to pause to mull over the mechanics of what I was reading and lose a lot of the impact of the story. It's possible that my introspecting can't be generalized to other folks: it might just be a personality thing. Except when I'm... posted by Donald at January 30, 2006 | perma-link | (18) comments





Thursday, January 26, 2006


MIA
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Apologies for being missing in action. I'm down and out with my third flu of the season -- a new record for me. I blame my luck on having done the recommended thing, and getting a flu shot. In any case: bad tummy, aches and pains, and a headache that prevents me from looking at the computer screen for more than a minute. Back as soon as I can arise from my bed of pain. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 26, 2006 | perma-link | (10) comments





Tuesday, January 24, 2006


Super Bowl Obsession
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Latest sports news: Despite defeating the Seattle Seahawks in the final week of regular play, my beloved Green Bay Packers will not play in the Super Bowl. It'll be those darn Hawks. After 30 years' existence, the Seattle Seahawks finally figured how to get to the Super Bowl. But I plan to watch the game anyway, Seattle boy that I am. Which leads me to confess my obsessive Super Bowl related behavior. I, uh [clears throat] confess to having watched at least a tiny bit of each and every Super Bowl (on TV). That's right. All the way from I through XXXIX -- including XII, XXVIII and even XXXIV. Actually, of late I seldom sit through an entire game. Some years, if have no interest in the teams, I might watch a couple plays just to keep my string alive. I can't even explain why I keep watching. Maybe the process has become a goal instead of a means to an end. Oh well, sports do make guys kinda nutty sometimes. My little obsession isn't all-encompassing: I run from the room when the halftime show comes on. Yes, I missed Janet Jackson's "accidental" defense of "free expression" but somehow survived. And college football halftime shows with the band formations and all that strike as being pretty ho-hum. But Super Bowl halftimes, like the televised version of the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade (might as well do the thing in a TV studio) have, in my opinion, evolved into pure chick-feed to keep the eyeball-counts up. Enough ranting. Just one parting comment: Go Seahawks!!! Now back to our regularly scheduled blogging. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at January 24, 2006 | perma-link | (16) comments





Sunday, January 22, 2006


Hotels (2): Fancy Places
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- My previous post on hotels dealt with places ranging from moderately-priced traveling salesman motels to pretty dumpy downtown hotels. Been there, done that I tend to be a cheap traveler, especially when on my own. I've also stayed in nicer places. Not quite the level of the Crillon off the Place de la Concorde, but above average for sure. Probably most of times I've stayed in above-average hotels were due to attending professional association annual meetings, the association arranging for halfway-decent room rates. These were large hotels that cater to the convention trade such as the Hiltons in San Francisco and Washington. (I was in the latter a few weeks before Reagan was shot; I actually looked out a window at the setting, which made it easier to follow the TV coverage of the event.) Sometimes a client would put me up at a nice spot. I stayed at the Waldorf-Astoria when doing some media demographics consulting in the late 70s and at Boston's Copley on the square (on weekends) in 1982 when on a project for the John Hancock. The Waldorf room was not spacious, which surprised me at first. But then I remembered that the hotel was built about 1931 and that hotel rooms in those days tended to be smaller than what we are used to today. For example, in the early 70s a demography meeting was held at the old Commodore Hotel (site of the present Grand Hyatt) by New York's Grand Central Terminal and my wife and I stayed in a seriously small room by an air shaft on the northern side of the building. It took some fancy maneuvering to get from the door past the bed to the window, snaking around a couple items of furniture. But that was the way they built hotels in 1920. And between last Christmas and New Year's Day, the Fiance and I stayed at the Moana (formally, the Sheraton Moana Surfrider) in Waikiki, one of the two classic hotels from the steamship-travel era (the other is the famous pink-colored Royal Hawaiian, a couple doors up the beach). The central part dates to 1901. Bookend wings (where we stayed) were added around 1918 and other parts around 1950 and 1970. Our room seemed roughly comparable in size to the Waldorf room, suggesting that it was pretty large by 1918 standards. As I type this I realize that all the rooms just mentioned probably were functionally larger when they were new than they are today because beds tended to be smaller. Rather than having a twin or maybe queen-size bed, that cramped Commodore room likely began service with a single, meaning that there was more free floor space than we had 50 years later. And some photos of the Royal Hawaiian taken near the time it opened (1927) show a room with two "single" beds; today that room would likely have a king-sized bed. Besides having larger rooms to accommodate larger beds... posted by Donald at January 22, 2006 | perma-link | (11) comments





Friday, January 20, 2006


5 Years
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I'm pleased -- OK, scratch that, and let me begin again. I'm far beyond pleased -- I'm downright exhilarated -- to let you know that my blood-test results have come back from the lab, and that the numbers are (drumroll) excellent. Explanation: Back in early 2001, I was operated on for cancer. This year's blood test was a big one, if only symbolically -- I've now made it over the five-year hump without a recurrence. With my particular form of cancer, that doesn't mean I'm home-free, darn it. A few poor souls fall victim even 15 years after being operated on. Given my stats and numbers, though, it's unlikely that I'll be one of them. Even so, I'll continue being tested until 15 years have passed, and I'll continue spending a few days after each test awaiting the results. A few anxious days, as you'd imagine. The image that comes to mind is this: I'm on a stage in a theater, milling about with 99 other guys as part of a big crowd scene. Up in the theater's balcony, in the dark, is a guy with a rifle. The arrangement is that, once a year, the guy with the rifle gets to shoot one or two of us crowd-scene people dead. I know the odds are strongly against me being a victim. But, y'know, odds, schmodds: The nerves still tense and the sweat still runs when the time comes for Mr. Fate to gun one of us down. But I don't want to make too much of what I've been through. Many people have endured more dramatic, painful, and wrenching cancer trials than mine. I didn't have to go through chemo, for instance; I had surgery and, as far as treatment goes, that was it. But it has certainly been an interesting ride, and I hope no one will find it too much of a downer if I take advantage of the occasion to muse out loud about my experience. I'd been tipped off that going through cancer would be interesting, come to think of it. A couple of friends who'd been through their own cancer scares had told me that, given survival, living through cancer is fascinating. And how true. Still, "given survival"... What a phrase, eh? My own cancer episode wasn't supposed to be as horrifying as it turned out to be. My stats and numbers were good, my cancer was small, and the procedure should have been routine. The docs were telling me that my odds -- there's that word again -- were terrific. The situation was scary enough, of course. There's nothing quite like a phone conversation when your doctor says, "I'm sorry to let you know that we found some cancer in there" -- unless it's sitting in a doctor's office having a conversation about your "odds of survival." Sleepless nights, life passing before your eyes, etc. Still: Although The Wife and I had switched into emergency mode, everything... posted by Michael at January 20, 2006 | perma-link | (45) comments





Monday, January 16, 2006


Waikiki by Troopship
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It was a far cry from my only previous visit to Hawaii. High on the hog. Very high. The Fiance and I spent the last five days of 2005 in Honolulu. We stayed at the fancy, classic steamship-era Moana motel in Waikiki. She splashed in the ocean and sunned herself while I read. We perused fancy shops (Gucci, Salvatore Ferragamo, Herms). On New Year's Eve we ate a buffet dinner at the Halekulani while watching the sun set behind a smooth Hawaiian musical trio and a hula-hands former Miss Hawaii. After dinner we repaired to the Royal Hawaiian's beach bar for drinks while awaiting midnight. That was now, but what about then? -- "then" being 1963 when I was in the Army. It was a shock to get orders to be sent to Korea. Korea was a 13-month "hardship" duty tour (unlike two-year European or Japan tours) and when the orders came through I was on the cusp of having too little time left in my enlistment to be sent to such a place. In those days South Korea was a poor, economically isolated country where most damage from the 1950-53 war had been repaired, but not much progress had been made beyond that. At the time, we had a corps with two divisions between Seoul and the frontier. It was considered a potential war zone, and it still is. I was able to arrange a short leave in Seattle on my way from Fort Meade, Maryland to the Oakland Army Terminal in California. (I flew from Baltimore to Seattle and took the bus from Seattle to Oakland.) While in Seattle I was on hand for the death and funeral of my 94-year-old grandfather and I also was able to make arrangements for entering grad school the next fall at the University of Washington. At the Army Terminal barracks I bumped into some guys I knew from the Army Information School at Fort Slocum, New York who were to sail on the same troopship. We were able to get into San Francisco and have dinner at a popular Italian restaurant on Columbus Avenue. A day or two later we boarded the troopship and sailed through San Francisco Bay, under the Golden Gate Bridge and past the Farallon Islands into the Pacific. A popular song those days was Tony Bennett's "I Left My Heart in San Francisco." I came to hate it, knowing that it would be a year before I could actually be in San Francisco again. AP Class Troopship. The troopship was a late World War 2 vintage vessel which meant that it was fairly large (length just over 600 feet, beam about 75 feet) and luxurious, in troopship terms. As you can see from the nearby illustration, it resembled passenger liners of its day; in fact, it was broadly similar to the Matson liners ("Lurline," etc.) that sailed between the Bay Area and Honolulu until the end of the 1960s. And it... posted by Donald at January 16, 2006 | perma-link | (6) comments





Sunday, January 15, 2006


Too Much Car?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Ever want a 1,000 horsepower car? A car that could go 250 miles per hour? That could accelerate from zero to 60 MPH in less than 2.5 seconds? Well, thanks to your friends at Volkswagen, such a car can be yours!! All you need is one-and-a-quarter million or so dollars. The car in question is the Bugatti Veyron. There is no real connection with Bugattis of the first half of the 20th Century aside from the name. The original company essentially ceased automobile production early in World War 2 (only a handful were built after the war). Bugatti was founded around the turn of the century in Alsace (then part of Germany) by the Italian-born Ettore (Hector) Bugatti. He came from a family of artists and practiced engineering with an artistic temperament, making sure that his cars were beautiful with or without bodies. Bugattis were successful racing cars as well as cars for well-heeled customers. His "ultimate" cars were the Royales, huge cars intended for royalty but which were sales victims of the Great Depression. Despite the Italian name and German origin, the company became French in fact and spirit after the Great War when Alsace reverted to France. A serious attempt was made to revive the brand in Italy during the period 1987-95. A factory was built, prototypes constructed and journalists were brought in to keep the hype flowing. One source I read said 23 cars were built altogether. This International Herald-Tribune article, printed the year before the company failed, reports claims of dozens of orders and projections of quick profitability once production got underway but also reports indications that the venture was in trouble. Ferdinand Pich, Volkswagen's chief, bought rights to the Bugatti name in 1998 and set in motion the project that resulted in the Veyron. Bugatti Veyron. An article here by Jeremy Clarkson in The Times sketches the car's genesis, discusses its engineering challenges and offers some driving impressions. I'll mention some of his points here as insurance if the link goes bad. The idea was to create the ultimate-performance sports car. Top speed was to be at least 400 kilometers per hour (248 MHP). A body design was prepared and then tweaked and engineered to meet the speed goal. The engine is a 1,000 (or thereabouts) horsepower W-16 design -- basically two V-8 engines siamesed side-by side. Clarkson emphasizes that even 200 MPH is at the outer limits of controllable driving on highways (assuming such speed was legal). At top speed (253 MPH) the Veyron is traveling 370 feet per second, which is longer than a football field, end zones included. Where I live, there are typically 20 blocks to the mile, so a Veyron would pass by almost one and a half blocks each second. This is too fast to see -- let alone react to -- emergent conditions. In practice, no one would likely drive a Veyron at top speed where, besides visibility problems, aerodynamic forces create... posted by Donald at January 15, 2006 | perma-link | (7) comments





Wednesday, January 4, 2006


Hotels (1): Cheap Digs
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Ever stay in a really ratty hotel or motel? I suspect many Blowhards readers have stayed in cheap ones at one time or another, and some were probably ratty. I know I have. Tightwad that I sometimes am, I hate paying more for meals and lodging than necessary. And "necessary" is a function of available money. For example, when I was an Army private stationed at Fort Slocum (closed since about 1965) I used to come into New York City every weekend. Sometimes I sponged lodging at my college fraternity's chapter across the Hudson at Stevens Tech in Hoboken. Other times I had to find a room in the city. In those days adequate (clean but not at all fancy) rooms sometimes could be found at hotels having special rates for armed forces members. The one that I liked best was called (I think) The Pickwick or maybe Pickwick Arms located (as best I recall) in the lower east 50s. I also stayed at the Sloan House YMCA as well as some fairly seedy hotels. If I'd had more money, I would have selected something better. When I moved to Albany in 1970 I had to wait a few weeks for a paycheck as well as for a brand-new apartment to become available. So I stayed in a shabby joint part-way up the hill from where I worked on Broadway, a block or so south of State Street. This hotel had the feature I like least -- the down-the-hall-bathroom. I could mention more such hotels, but you are probably getting the idea by now. My mental attitude when staying in such places was a combination of (1) disgust at myself for having to do so and (2) a stoic "ya gotta do what ya gotta do" attempt to blank-out what I was experiencing. The former no doubt reflects my middle-class background, for which I make no apologies. Perhaps people from other backgrounds or who were born in different generations might have another reaction, but I have no way of telling without conducting a research project. During 1980-95 when I had my own business I again had to be careful of lodging costs when I was on the road making sales calls. I never sought the absolute cheapest motel, but I looked for inexpensive ones that seemed reasonably safe and clean. For example, I used to drive down to California four or five times a year. Along Interstate 5 or related freeways, when more than about 30 miles from cities such as Oakland, San Francisco, San Jose or the Los Angeles complex, I tended to stay at Motel 6. Closer-in, I steered clear of Motel 6s because they seemed seedier and I usually didn't like their locations. A better close-in bet was the more expensive Super 8 chain (get it?, nudge, nudge ... super-RATE!). And there were other chains that were a notch up from Motel 6, but below expense-account-level motels. And when I got... posted by Donald at January 4, 2006 | perma-link | (13) comments





Thursday, December 29, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Dunking, gymnastics -- it somehow makes sense ... * I'm one happy Vedantist and yoga-newbie. Still, those Hindu-ish cults ... What's all that about? Here's a fascinating memoir about 30 years spent living with Yogi Bhajan. * Slate's Jill Hunter Pellettieri thinks foodies should go easier on that hyper-perky whirlwind, Rachael Ray. (Link thanks to a fluff-scoffing Steve Sailer.) * Somone has been giving Anne Hathaway's scenes in "Havoc" one heck of a close going-over. (NSFW) * Dudes: Have you ever wondered if you'd have been happier attending Florida State University? On the other hand, college life in Western Canada can evidently get lively too. (NSFW) (CORRECTION: Thanks to Intellectual Pariah, who points out that the Canadian party-heartiers aren't in "Western Canada." They're at the University of Western Ontario in London, Ontario.) * Erotic blogging and podcasting: another match made in techno-heaven. (No naughty visuals, but the audio is very NSFW ...) * Functionality or aesthetics? Why should we have to choose, wonders Virignia Postrel. Nice quote: "Aesthetics isnt a substitute for functionality, but functionality isnt a substitute for aesthetics either." * Everybody -- even fictional characters -- is doing it: The immortal Nomi Malone (heroine of "Showgirls") is now a blogger. * Will a woman-run corporation be a more trusting place than an outfit run by men? Here's a book that has its doubts. * I'm even more of a former film-buff than I thought. Of the 21 movies and shows Anne Thompson includes on her year-end lists, I've seen exactly one. * Razib asks a lot of provocative questions about Christmas, Christianity, paganism, and culture. * Jill tells a sad story about getting used by a rich kid. Great passage: "He was a good-looking hippy boy, with pretty curls and a dimple. He also seemed kind of aloof, in that way that was completely alien to me, that way that only very rich kids are. A sense of entitlement, which I mistook for confidence." Rich kids often are kind of aloof, aren't they? * Here's a clever way to become a regular videoblogger: do your vlogging during your commuting time. * Why not become a vlogger yourself? * Are you interested in sampling French graphic novels? Zompist supplies a page of recommendations. * News comes from the University of Rochester that all of digital photography's problems have now been solved. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 29, 2005 | perma-link | (13) comments





Thursday, December 22, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Sad to say, but I'm not sure that even this kind of coaching would have made me grasp calculus. * So much for my dream of one day taking a ride in a blimp ... *Professor Bainbridge thinks that the time has come to replace corks with screwtops for even the finest wines. * Grandma! Grandpa! Say it ain't so! (NSFW) * No wonder women live longer than men. * The moment is right to combat "labia shame." * Some people take their enthusiasm for "Fight Club" a little too far. * The world wants to know: Does James Kunstler hate suburbia? Here's Kunstler's answer. * Mike Hill recalls the silliness of a late '60s college "education." * Three things I've learned from prowling Flickr: 1) While guys like taking photos of girls, girls like taking photos of themselves. 2) A girl who displays photos of herself will almost inevitably call the the collection "me." 3) For a girl who displays a collection of photos of herself, lower-casing the "m" in "me" seems to be very important. * Someone has had the inspired idea of devoting a blog to Flickrbabes. * Here are some hard-to-resist Flickr toys. * The distinguished British academic Christopher Frayling single-handedly made the reputation of the spaghetti-western film director Sergio Leone, at least in intellectually-respectable circles. That's still an accomplishment worth applauding. Frayling talks about Leone here. * Wikipedia ain't like the encyclopedias I grew up reading. Surfing its pages, I just learned that nobody really knows where the term "g-string" comes from, and that the term "going commando" dates back to 1974. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 22, 2005 | perma-link | (5) comments





Tuesday, December 20, 2005


Alone for Christmas
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Not long ago I posted about family-centric holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas being potential emotional battlegrounds regarding which relatives were or were not visited. But what about the case where no one is visited -- where one spends the holiday alone. I have spent a few holidays either removed from family or totally alone. When some people (entirely women, for what it's worth) hear me mention this, they wonder how I survived the experience. I'm not trying to be funny or ironic here: these women were genuinely concerned about me. And they might have been imagining the horror they themselves might feel if placed in such situations. One woman even became slightly annoyed that I had allowed it to happen at all -- surely, I could have been taken under somebody's wing. No doubt there are a few people who make it a point to have a solitary Christmas, but I'm not one of them. My absences from family have been dictated by circumstances. Let me put them on the record. I was in the Army for about three years and only made it home for Christmas once. (They shut down Basic Training for the holidays and gave us leave time. I can't remember who paid for the trip, but I rode the Greyhound bus from San Francisco to Seattle and return, plus a local bus between San Francisco and Fort Ord.) Because my family lived in Seattle and I was stationed on the East Coast or Korea, I "celebrated" Thanksgiving and Christmas in army barracks or service clubs. My mother would mail me Christmas presents, so I had that holiday touch at least. My least-joyous holiday while in the Army was Thanksgiving, 1962. This was right after the Cuba Missile Crisis when the U.S. and the Soviet Union came about as close to a shooting war as they ever did during the Cold War. Thanks to some missile and hospital units being pulled out of Fort Meade (Maryland) and sent to Florida, post headquarters soldiers like me found themselves pulling guard duty. I was guarding an ammunition storage facility that day and had to have turkey dinner at another unit's mess hall. This meant that I knew no one and had to chow down alone. (The rank I held the longest time in the Army was PFC -- private, first-class -- the insignia being a solitary chevron on the sleeve. On discharge, I was the equivalent of a three-stripe sergeant. Nowadays strangers sometimes take me for a retired colonel. Go figure.) Later I spent three years as a graduate student at Dear Old Penn, a continent away from Seattle. This time, most family holidays were totally on my own, though I again got Christmas presents from home. Let me describe my first Philadelphia Christmas. I was living in a studio apartment (one room plus bath) on the top floor of an old row house converted to apartments. (For Philly phanciers, it was... posted by Donald at December 20, 2005 | perma-link | (19) comments





Monday, December 19, 2005


Travel Tallying
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- How many countries have you visited? Does it really matter? Well, it matters to some folks. On our recent Baltic area tour I discovered that some of our compatriots had been to lots and lots of countries and were even members of a club for folks whose tally was at least 100. I just did some Googling and turned up something called the "Traveler's Century Club" that seems to be that organization. Besides the usual organizational information, their web site has a list of what they considered "countries" -- that I found a little dicey in spots. There is "a total of 315 as of January 2005. Although some are not actually countries in their own right, they have been included because they are removed from parent, either geographically, politically or ethnologically" and a link is provided to a set of country-definition criteria drawn up in 1970. If nothing else, their generous definition makes it a lot easier to hit the 100 threshold than if countries were defined strictly in political terms. Some "countries" that make the list are the Balearic Islands (the island group off the east coast of Spain), Corsica (the large island where Napoleon was born just after it became part of France making him a Frenchman, a good career move), Crete, Rhodes' island group, the Isle of Man, Wales and Scotland. Alaska and Hawaii are counted separately from the Continental U.S. And Antarctica is rated as seven "countries" based on territorial claims. For what it's worth, I tallied my travels to see how I fared under Traveler's Century Club versus political-status criteria. I didn't count the United States. According to them, I've been to 32 countries. The alternative tally was either 25 or 26 countries. The uncertainty has to do with Okinawa, one of the Ryukyu Islands that were part of Japan before World War 2 and are part of Japan now. But when I was there, the islands were under American control. Although I do keep track of personal travel statistics, I've somehow been able to refrain from turning these numbers into a goal-related thing that might lead to taking trips for the main purpose of padding the stats. Life offers me too many other, more compelling, temptations. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 19, 2005 | perma-link | (16) comments





Thursday, December 15, 2005


Holiday Tug o' Wars
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Does it matter where you go to celebrate Thanksgiving, Christmas, or other family-centric holidays? Does it matter who shows up if you're doing the hosting? According to a recent Wall Street Journal article, holiday visiting can be crisis-inducing. Husbands and wives fight over whose family is being favored or slighted. Others fret over feelings of the various hosts if children or grandchildren go elsewhere. This aspect of holiday stress is probably widespread. But, due to a set of historical accidents, I've pretty well dodged that bullet most of my life. What about you? 2Blowhards has lots of smart, aware readers with interesting life-experiences. I'm pretty sure you can come up with eye-popping anecdotes and shrewd analyses. To start the conversation (if any -- this will be posted right before the last pre-Christmas shopping weekend), let me tell why I managed to escape the tug-of-war scene. There were no problems when I was a child because my mom's parents were dead before my first birthday. My dad's parents were still alive, but lived in Spokane, nearly 300 miles to the east of Seattle. World War 2 and then the combination of age and distance meant that few Christmases were shared. On Christmas afternoon, either we drove across town to visit an aunt, uncle and cousins or they drove to our house. Thanksgivngs were nuclear-family only. After my children were born, we went to my parents' house in Seattle for Christmas; their other grandparents lived on the western edge of the Catskills in New York and were visited only in summertime. Thanksgivings were divvied up amongst us, my sister, my parents and, later, my sister's oldest daughter the Boeing engineer. After my parents moved to an "assisted living" apartment, my sister took over Christmas hosting and my parents dropped out of the Thanksgiving loop. Nowadays, I'm entering the tug-of-war gravitational pull via The Fiance. She has a son with a family in the Bay Area and another son in the Puget Sound area who is married, but has no children. Causing more complications is the fact that the Bay Area son's wife is extremely tight with her nearby parents. In a nutshell: TF first has to choose whether to travel to Washington or stay in California. If she stays in California there is the question of where in California Christmas will be celebrated -- (a) at her house, (b) at her son's in-law's house, or (c) at her son's place. (If TF does not host at her house Christmas Day due to one of the other options prevailing or by going to Washington, she'll have her son's family and maybe the in-laws down to her house a week or so early. That's what's happening this year.) No real pattern here, but the grandchildren tend to weight Christmas to California rather than Washington. And Thanksgiving? Since we've been dating, TF and I have gone to her Las Vegas timeshare for that week. This year we celebrated with... posted by Donald at December 15, 2005 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, December 14, 2005


Holiday Suggestions
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * There aren't many musicians more purely Modernist -- as in difficult and austere -- than France's Pierre Boulez. That's no reason to shun him, though. A wildly-gifted conductor, he's also an ear-opening composer who puts to use one of music's most ravishing sonic pallettes. Why not give him a try? You may feel confused, you may fall asleep, you may listen once and never again. But my bet is that, no matter how you react, you won't regret giving yourself the experience. (Hint: precision plus lushness is a French speciality. Think of high-end French food. Now think of its equivalent in modernist-music terms ...) Besides, this first-class collection is just too cheap not to buy. * If Boulez sounds like a little much despite my praise, why not treat yourself (or a friend) to a different kind of out-of-the-ordinary music? I semi-recently recommended the work of a couple of downhome titans: the Bahamian genius Joseph Spence, and the Texas roadhouse giant Delbert McClinton. * You've seen a little David Cronenberg and a little David Lynch, and you think you know movie-creepy? You think you know movie-surrealist? Sorry: Amazing as Cronenberg and Lynch can be, you don't really know movie-creepy and movie-surrealist until you've watched the films of the Czech animator Jan Svankmajer. I think his short movies are his best, and many of them are collected in this DVD. Attention: this is handmade, ultra-low-budget work, more akin to Claymation or to ancient dolls and puppets than to Pixar's slick latest. It's very un-cool. If you can get past that and synch up with Svankmajer's imagination and craft, though, watching his films can be like slipping into Western civ's very own icky dream world. * What's more book-fun than flipping around a good collection of quotations, enjoying the shafts of wit and savoring the fragments of wisdom? William Sauer's new "Hip Pocket Guide to Offbeat Wisdom" is my favorite quotation-collection yet because it has a personality of its own. It isn't just a reference book or a collection with a theme, though the quotations here -- from a surprisingly eclectic group of sources -- are plenty terrific. There's also a funky brain and a creative taste-set at work behind the scenes in the collecting and the arranging of the quotes -- in the actual making of the book. This isn't just another quotation-collection in other words. It's a quirky and intriguing work in its own right. * I wrote here about how much I loved Mike Snider's short poetry collection "44 Sonnets." At three bucks a pop, it's a perfect stocking-stuffer for lit-lovers. (It's also -- like "The Hip-Pocket Guide" -- an inspiring example for self-publishers). Go to Mike's blogpage and look in the upper-right corner. You'll see a "buy now" button. Click it. * Those who argue that the US today lacks a truly major literary artist may not have encountered the phenomenon that is Frederick Turner. As an essayist, he fuses cultural... posted by Michael at December 14, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Whither cameraphones? Poynter Online's Steve Outing learns from some hard-at-work-on-it engineers what will going on the market within a couple of years: 8 megapixel cameraphones that use SD cards and take good-quality video. * Give teens a place to make their own and what kind of results would you expect? The Boston Globe's Matt Viser reports that MySpace is awash in titillation, semi-truths, and bad behavior. * Tyler Cowen lists his favorite North Carolina culture-things. Visitors volunteer a lot of suggestions in the commenstfest too. Tyler then risks alienating all North Carolinians by dissing Lexington barbecue. * Pia Zadora and her hubby Meshulam Riklis have sold the legendary house they were living in -- Mary Pickford and Douglas Fairbanks' Pickfair -- for $20 million. How could I missed this item when it was fresh back in May? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 14, 2005 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, December 12, 2005


Small Aircraft, Small Airports
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It's possible to view air travel in a Harry Potter-esque way. Instead of the Wizards and the Muggles, the parallel universe is that of larger airports populated by jet aircraft of major airlines and smaller airports served by turboprop aircraft of regional airlines. In my case, all but two of the 375 commercial flights I've made have been to larger airports, and all but six of those flights have been on standard-sized jet airliners. (Yes, I maintain an air travel database.) Many times, waiting for a flight, I find myself staring idly out a terminal window watching the activity. And I sometimes notice the small-fry. At Seattle's airport these are planes flown by Horizon, a subsidiary of Alaska Airlines. Horizon has 19 Bombardier CRJ-700 aircraft (a twin-jet regional airliner carrying 70 passengers), 28 Bombardier Q200s (a turboprop that carries 37 passengers) and 18 Bombardier Q400s (a turboprop like the Q200 that has a stretched fuselage like the CJR-700 with passenger capacity of 74). Horizon Bombardier (formerly de Havilland) Q200 at Portland, Oregon airport. Bombardier CRJ-700. All of Horizon's planes have cabins with a single aisle and two narrow seats on either side. The aircraft sit close to the ground and boarding is done via a door with integral stairs that opens vertically. No jetway needed: you walk out to the plane and climb the steps on the inside of the opened door. Viewed from the terminal are passengers walking to or from these small airliners unlike the comparative hordes queueing in the jetways to board the usual 737s, 747s and 777s. And the smaller aircraft are different when they take off, especially the turboprop-powered ones. Although they cruise at slower speeds than pure-jet liners, turboprops are faster off the mark in short drag-races. They become airborne in less distance and climb faster, at least for the first few thousand feet. Then there are the places they fly to. Instead of Chicago, New York, London, and San Francisco, Horizon's planes head for Wenatchee, Pasco and Yakima. The passengers even seem a bit different. Actually, they probably are different from those flying to major airports. Flights between major airports seem to carry a larger proportion of business travelers -- or passengers in business dress, anyway. Folks flying to small cities seem to favor casual clothing almost exclusively. Small cities and small aircraft don't mean small fares. Regional airlines often charge surprisingly high fares for short flights where they have no airline competition. The "competition" for short-haul airlines is the automobile; a too-high fare will lead potential customers to say "Hell!: for that kind of money I'd rather drive!" Last weekend, after decades of flying big jets, I finally entered that parallel world of regional air travel. Due to a family matter, The Fiance and I had occasion to round-trip between Seattle and Yakima. Yakima is over in dry, cold (at this time of year) eastern Washington. It's 103 air-miles from Seattle and the cost of our... posted by Donald at December 12, 2005 | perma-link | (14) comments




Twist or Press?
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Do I push it or pull it? Does it go to the left or the right? Perhaps it's meant to be pressed, or maybe lifted. If it's spring-loaded, will it give me enough time to wash and rinse? Perhaps this is one that needs to be pushed and twisted. Is there any way to adjust the ratio of hot to cold? Or will the water come out scalding no matter what I do? Do we celebrate the dynamism and inventiveness of America's plumbing-supply industry? Or do we find having to puzzle the code out anew every time we confront an unfamiliar faucet a pain in the neck? Best Michael... posted by Michael at December 12, 2005 | perma-link | (20) comments





Sunday, December 11, 2005


Holiday Birthdays
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Not long ago in a comment, Michael mentioned that he had a birthday coming up "in a couple of weeks" which, if my math is halfway correct, means his birthday must be pretty close to Christmas. My sister is a similar case, having been born December 28th. My parents made sure her birthday was properly celebrated, but there was nothing they could do to have it be anything other than an also-ran occasion. In adulthood I annually run a serious risk of forgetting to make sure she gets a birthday card from me: There are distractions having to do with thinking to buy it in the first place and further distractions related to getting it mailed in time. Then there is The Fiance's birthday, which falls on or about Thanksgiving Day. And possibly worst of all is my own birthday, October 31st -- better-known as Halloween. The upside is that the day is easy to remember. The downside was mostly a childhood thing. Besides tiresome jokes about being a "ghost" or "pumpkin" and such, there was the problem of my birthday party. Unless it was on a weekend, my party had to be squeezed in between school dismissal time and trick-or-treating, which usually meant that my pals would bail from the party as soon as the cake and ice cream were eaten. [Sigh.] Later, Donald... posted by Donald at December 11, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments





Friday, December 9, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Dave Kehr thinks that Peter Jackson has bled the kitsch poetry out of "King Kong." * The Hispanic advocacy group La Raza -- which is known for standing up for illegals -- has received $30 million in federal funds since 1996. Strange. I'll bet that you won't be seeing Federal funds going to Vdare anytime soon ... * An LA lawyer has been accused of staging car crashes in order to win illegal immigrants millions of dollars in claims. * Camille Paglia shares her disco faves. * Who'd have predicted that having-fun-with-typography would become such a prominent part of our cultural scene? Here's some really Xtreme typography-fun. * Razib asks Warren Treadgold a few questions about Byzantium. * Mike Hill remembers meeting Tiny Tim. * Yahmdallah thinks you'd do well to skip the movie of "The Hours." * Stop the presses: PBS documentary is found to be biased against men. * Bruce Bawer thinks that most of Europe's leaders are running away from the challenge of radical Islam. Rick Darby agrees. * In 2005, S.Y. Affolee made it not just through "Gravity's Rainbow" but through 49 other books too. That's some seriously-committed reading-time. She gives Pynchon's legendary brain-buster an irreverent -- and, who knows, perhaps thoroughly deserved -- spanking here. * While our lawmakers dig us into ever bigger financial holes, the Australian government will soon be completely out of debt. * FvB turned up this fun interview with a woman who wrote pulp fiction during pulp's golden days. * Who creates the gorgeous illos and paintings that grace the pages of science magazines? You can meet one of these talented artists at his new blog. (Link thanks to Carl Zimmer.) * 85% of teens would rather listen to an iPod than to the radio. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 9, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments




Flu Shots
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- How's your record with flu shots? Until a few years ago, I was convinced they helped me. If I managed them properly, that is. Early on, I learned -- at the cost of some pain -- that I needed to take it easy for a few days after getting a flu shot. Otherwise: flu shot=instant case of the flu. Nevertheless I had the general impression that, thanks to flu shots, I was spending a little less time sick than I otherwise would. I seemed to come down with one bad flu a season instead of my usual two, and to spend fewer days laid out with colds. Recently, though ... Well, last year's an example. I was busy, scatterbrained, whatever -- and I overlooked getting a flu shot. Unexpected result: no flus whatsoever. I enjoyed a robust and delightful winter. This year, it was The Wife's turn to skip the flu shot. She hasn't had to endure a snuffle or a headache yet, at least not one that wasn't champagne-related. Me, I've been back to being health-diligent, and so lined up for a flu shot early on. Result: I'm now in the bleary depths of my second misery-making bad cold of the season. And it isn't even Jan. 1 yet ... Ah-choo, and best, Michael UPDATE: DarkoV gets his shot and promptly comes down with the flu. What's in those syringes anyway?... posted by Michael at December 9, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments





Thursday, December 8, 2005


Which File Extension Are You?
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- The quiz itself is amusing enough, but the idea of of it strikes me as super-witty. Anyway, I laughed out loud. As for the results? Well, in my case they're probably pretty accurate ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 8, 2005 | perma-link | (15) comments





Tuesday, December 6, 2005


Pokey Autobahns
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Autobahns (auf Deutsch, Autobahnen), the German superhighways begun decades before Congress authorized our Interstate system, have a reputation for being a playground for high-speed Porsche, BMW and Mercedes cars. 'Taint necessarily so. A summer Friday afternoon for an ultra high speed Autobahn. As the picture shows, you can't count on zipping from Stuttgart to Munich at 90 miles an hour. But before launching into my own impressions, here's a comprehensive summary of Autobahn history, driving rules, signage, and other items of potential interest and use. Actually, my first brief exposure to Autobahns conformed to expectations. Traffic wasn't very heavy and, yes indeed, those high-powered cars really did whoosh past us. What made the driving experience especially dicey was that I was driving a small, underpowered Peugeot 106. Peugeot 106. This was my first trip to Europe and I was trying to keep costs down by renting cheap. The 106 was fine in towns and two-lane country roads, but dangerous on an Autobahn. Yes, it could maintain an 80+ MPH speed, but only after spending an uncomfortable amount of time accelerating. Passing was especially trying because, at 70 or 80 MPH, it accelerated especially slowly which meant that it might take 20 seconds to get around a truck -- plenty of time for a BMW 7-series to appear out of nowhere and be rapidly closing on you, headlights furiously blinking. So my next trip to Europe I rented a Volkswagen Golf (Jetta in the USA) which had adequate power for Autobahn driving. Sure, it cost more to rent, but the extra expense was well worth it. As mentioned above, Autobahns can get clogged. I've noticed this especially on Fridays in July when people get an early start on a weekend jaunt, the sheer volume of cars and trucks causing everyone to creep along regardless of the lane being driven on. And then there are accidents which can snarl traffic out in the country dozens of miles from the nearest significant city. In my opinion, the dangerous Autobahns are those with only two lanes in each direction. They are most dangerous when traffic is flowing smoothly. Why the danger? It has to do with speed disparity between the two lanes. You see, the outer or slow lane is usually occupied by trucks, which set the pace for any cars in that lane. The inner or fast lane has those Porsches and Mercedes zipping along. So if the speed that feels most comfortable to you is somewhere between that of the trucks and the Porsches, you have the choice of moving aside whenever a faster car closes on your rear or creeping in the slow lane, passing when you get the chance. (Actually, you'll find yourself doing both, alternating from one mode to the other.) Or if you are driving rapidly yourself, you can suddenly come upon a slower car pulling in front of you to pass a truck. So you jam on the brakes, cursing and... posted by Donald at December 6, 2005 | perma-link | (6) comments





Monday, December 5, 2005


Movers and Stayers
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Back in the 1970s fellow-demographer Peter Morrison wrote a paper that floated the idea that there were what he termed "chronic movers." A simple "push-pull" explanation of migration holds that areas with weak economies don't attract many in-migrants while at the same time exporting out-migrants at heightened rates of flow. And the reverse would be expected for attractive, growing areas -- lots of migrants being pulled in, not many being pushed out. If I recall Pete correctly, the latter condition wasn't always the case. He found instances of areas with growing economies and high in-migration that also exhibited higher than average out-migration rates -- one case being Santa Clara County, California (San Jose). His notion was that some people are more predisposed to migrate than others. A growing area, like San Jose was in the 60s, attracts a lot of migrants including plenty with the predisposition. This results in a population with an above-average share of migration-happy people, and further results in high out-migration rates thanks to such folks moving out because, well, because that's what they do. This struck an anecdotal chord with me. Eons ago when I was stationed at Fort Meade, Maryland I dated a nursing student who lived up the pike in Baltimore. Whatever prospects our relationship had were abruptly cut short when I got orders transferring me to Korea. But the deal probably would have flopped in any event because she was perfectly happy in Baltimore and didn't ever want to live very far from her family. I, on the other hand, had no problem moving away from kith and kin. Between roughly ages 22 and 35, I spent about ten of those 13 years away from the Seattle area where I grew up and presently live. I was especially happy to have spent much of that time within striking distance of New York City, a true Mecca for many of us provincials before the 1970s. Still, I suspect that my mother wasn't so hot for me being away even though she was her usual supportive self. My sister, after a couple years of college and a couple more in Ithaca, NY, Sweden and Alaska, settled down in Seattle and now lives less than two miles from where she grew up. And her oldest daughter lives a little more than a mile farther. Living in Washington, a relatively fast-growing state, means I'm surrounded by lots of people who came from someplace else. Plus, I haven't been active in the dating scene since the early 70s. So the subject of willingness to make a significant geographical move doesn't come up often for me any more. Nevertheless, I suspect that there are still plenty of people who don't like the idea of straying far from their geographical roots. And if Pete was right, they ought to be more concentrated in places not having a large share of "chronic movers". Slow-growing parts of the Plains and Great Lakes areas, perhaps? Maybe economically-stagnant... posted by Donald at December 5, 2005 | perma-link | (16) comments





Thursday, December 1, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Polly Frost is having a reading of her erotic/satirical fiction in Park Slope this Sunday. Smart woman: I suspect that we're on the verge of an era when adults once again allow themselves to enjoy classy erotic entertainments. * Stephen Bodio confesses that he's a Derb fan, wonders what's conservative about over-ambitious neocons, and announces that he's off to Kurdistan. * Poynter Online's Sree Sreenivasan reports that, while paper-newspaper readership has declined 2.6% over the last six months, online readership of newspapers over the same time is up 11%. * You'd think those things would get in the way of being a good athlete, but I guess they don't. (NSFW) * Dustbury celebrates the life and work of Joe ("You Talk Too Much") Jones. * In the Battle of the Steves, Steve Sailer has been showing Steven Leavitt (author of the bestselling "Freakonomics") no mercy whatsoever. UPDATE: The Economist comes out on Steve Sailer's side, not that they're about to mention Steve Sailer ... * Some people have a very peculiar sense of how to have fun ... * Scott Chaffin indulges in a a Texas-sized Thanksgiving, and ponders a low-carb future. * Here's a a disruption that ought to crop up on more news reports. I love the expression she makes when she realizes her moment of glory has been ruined ... * So what exactly is suburban sprawl anyway? David Sucher sponsors a lively discussion, featuring terrific comments by Brian Miller, Benjamin Hemric, and others. * Searchie visits the Neue Gallerie to check out an Egon Schiele exhibition, and recognizes something of herself on the walls. * One of Tyler Cowen's recommendations in "How to Choose A Charity" is "don't donate to beggars." A lively comment thread follows. * Your Lying Eyes attends a Steven Pinker talk, and reports that Pinker semi-sorta endorses the Cochran/Hardy/Harpending theory about Ashkenazi Jewish intelligence. * Fred Himebaugh can't see what's so special about Marilyn Monroe. * Well, at least this girl can console herself with the thought that the camera didn't catch her in an ungroomed state ... If that link doesn't work, go here and then Klik through. (NSFW) * For the first time ever, Lynn Sislo blogs in her p.j.'s. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at December 1, 2005 | perma-link | (6) comments





Wednesday, November 30, 2005


Computerized Sudoku
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A while back, Michael posted about Sudoku number-grid puzzles. Some commenters, me included, are puzzle-averse. And some in the Blowhards community, me included, are computer geeks. So what could be nicer than to stumble across a computerized Sudoku-solver for puzzle-averse geeks. All you need to do is download the J computer language from here, hop through some J language tutorials here (trs facile, non?) to get the hang of the code, and then peruse this article and key in the computer code as well as an actual Sudoku data array and run the program. Voila!: puzzle solved. Best of all, you then can use the freed-up Sudoku-solving time to enrich your mind by reading informative and entertaining 2Blowhards postings and comments. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 30, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments





Monday, November 28, 2005


Mambo Bomb-o
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Back when Broadway was Broadway, new productions were "tried out" "on the road." The first stop often was New Haven (remember the phrase "we bombed in New Haven" -- seems to me that eventually a show actually had that name), and if the show left there alive it would likely move to Philadelphia for further refinement before hitting The Great White Way. In recent decades other tryout cities have been used: Washington comes to mind. San Francisco was the site of a musical's tryout last June and The Fiance and I went to see it. The musical was "The Mambo Kings," based on the 1989 book "The Mambo Kings Sing Songs of Love" by Oscar Hijuelos and the movie "The Mambo Kings." Here is some background information. Reviewers were not kind, as can be seen here and here. So "doctors" were brought in, but to no avail: the scheduled August / rescheduled September Broadway opening never happened. What did I think of The Mambo Kings? My problem dealing with that question is the nub of this posting. You see, I'm pretty much a naf when it comes to theatre, music, dancing, stagecraft -- you name it: Terry Teachout or Mark Steyn I ain't. I've got a pile of degrees from pretty good schools including Dear Old Penn, not to mention [ahem] being a Certified Cultural Blowhard. Yet when it comes to performing arts I'm probably a less-competent, more-inhibited judge than the proverbial hayseed visiting New York for the first time. That hayseed has a sense of what he likes. As for me, I seriously lack experience as a theatergoer, yet I've read enough reviews and other theatre information over the years that I have some vague notion that there are things I'm supposed to like. Regarding The Mambo Kings, I found the up-tempo Cuban music fine. The dancing seemed energetic and the female dancers were attractive. Because my hearing is sub-par and I've always had trouble with accented speech, I might have missed important bits of dialogue. Nevertheless, the Cuban introductory scene included some critical (for the later, New York, part of the show) mayhem that happened so quickly I failed to grasp its meaning. Because of that and probably for other reasons, I never really understood or sympathized with the main characters. So when the tragedy of the ending came and went, my attitude was "So what?" All of this brings to mind the matter of musicals that I've liked and why I liked them. But sadly, I've seen so few and many of them were seen so many years ago that I've forgotten much of what they were about, not to mention my reactions. Seems to me I liked "Guys and Dolls" and I liked Carol Channing in a 1973-ish revival of "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes." I liked "The Producers" mostly because of its premise and the comedy. I saw a "Pajama Game" revival in London a few years ago that was okay.... posted by Donald at November 28, 2005 | perma-link | (22) comments




Most Costly Golf Shot Ever?
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- It was a good swing -- nice rotation, decent head speed, a satisfying impact. But instead of following its usual slicey route, my shot sailed left, then further left, then around a distant copse of trees. For one of the only times in my life, I'd hit a hook off the tee. How'd that happen? As I rounded the cluster of trees in search of my errant drive, I saw a woman standing in her backyard, just the other side of a small fence. She was holding a golf ball and looking at me. "Is this yours?" she asked. My drive, it turns out, had embedded itself in one of the glass panes of her porch door. Really, she was very pleasant about it. God knows I couldn't have been more sheepish and apologetic. The upshot: I'm thinking of framing that bill, enshrining it as a kind of anti-trophy. Are there visitors who have hit golf shots that have cost them more than $154? Sigh: For the money my one hooked drive cost me, I could have played an entire round of golf at a fancy golf club. I Googled "most costly golf shot ever" but learned nothing. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 28, 2005 | perma-link | (15) comments





Sunday, November 27, 2005


Las Vegas, City of NOISE
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Las Vegas used to appall me. But time has worked its magic: I've either mellowed or perhaps become a tad more libertarian, and Vegas has branched out from being a purveyor of stuff that satisfied a spectrum of our less-admirable tendencies. Knowing of my immunity to gambling, Las Vegas, like a clever virus, has mutated itself into a town with fun architecture and world-class shopping. Nevertheless, I just returned from a week there and can proudly announce that I didn't buy as much as one single solitary expensive Italian sweater, a type of garment that induces a curious weakening of my penny-pinching ways. [Pause for wild applause from readers.] Alas, Vegas still falls a wee bit short of perfection for me. For instance, it's by far the noisiest town I can think of. Here are a few examples: If you are making your way south on The Strip from the posh Venetian you pass by the Casino Royale -- a perfect setting for a James Bond movie if Bond was played by Danny DeVito. The Royale's sidewalk awnings are equipped with speakers constantly blurting out inducements such as how generous the payoffs are. There's no escape till you cross the property line. Across the street from the Venetian is the Treasure Island, a large casino apparently in the midst of an image-tweak. In front of the hotel tower is a pool with two mock sailing ships, one a pirate vessel. In past years, the free show for passers-by had the ships blasting away at one another and one eventually sinking. This year, one ship is populated by "sirens" bearing suspicious resemblance to showgirls. The sirens do the typical Vegas tusch-twisting to a blasting disco beat and the pirates do their thing before their ship inevitably sinks below the waves. Oh, and "Treasure Island" is being nudged aside in favor of [drumroll] "TI"! The noisiest street experience for me was a sign in front of the Fashion Show Mall, home to Nordstrom, Neiman-Marcus and Saks Fifth Avenue. The images on the sign were of an animated rapper and the noise level of the music was almost painful. The advertiser? -- Apple's iPod. iPod sign on Las Vegas Strip. The noise experience for most visitors begins at the airport. The baggage claim area has a large video screen at one end showing 10-15 second snippets of headliner acts playing at various casinos. The place is so noisy it's hard to converse with people. But there are other kinds of noise. Computerized slot machines emit a tinkly-bubbly sound that is moderately loud if you're sitting in front of one. But if you are standing 30 or more feet away from a casino floor, what you hear is a softer, almost- "white noise" where the sounds of hundreds of slot machines combine. Good thing I'm half-deaf, due in part from firing M-1 rifles when in the army. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 27, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments





Wednesday, November 23, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Many visitors d'un certain age will recall fondly the scrumptious photograph above, which was a much-loved icon of mid-'60s sexiness. It was the jacket art on a 1965 album -- we called collections of recorded music "albums" in those days -- by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass entitled "Whipped Cream & Other Delights." Groovy bachelor-pad bliss! God bless the web: I just learned the name of the stunner in the photograph: Dolores Erickson. Still a looker at 63 and now working as a professional artist, Dolores was a successful model, and she remembers the episode fondly. Here's her own website, although at the time I put up this posting her site didn't seem to be working properly. When it starts behaving again, you can go there and buy autographed copies of photographs and record jackets. Me first, though. * Who says that the aesthetic sense of scientists is limited to appreciating the elegance of math equations? Derek Lowe asks why college labs have to be such depressing places. * Guys: Have you ever wondered why so many gals have such a hard time formulating what they're looking for? Well, Chelsea Girl isn't one of them. She manages to write a letter to her boyfriend that is darned staightforward. * Thanks to Bookgasm's Rod Lott, who links to a Guardian list of the 20 Best Geek Novels Since 1932. I've read only 7 of the geeky 20, and I have to admit that my score includes four half-reads. Rod thinks "Lord of the Rings" should have been included on the list. * George Hunka, a fan of the lordly American novelist William Gaddis, turns out to be an even more enthusiastic napper than I am. I propose a new political movement: Nappers' Lib. Or maybe we should bring ourselves up to date, if drowsily so, and call our organization NWA (Nappaz Wit' Attitude). * Thanks to Lexington Green, who points out a smart and promising new groupblog named Architecture and Morality. Good stuff is piling up: a blogger who calls himself Corbusier, for example, wonders here and here about how much blame his namesake deserves for the recent French riots. Lex himself has put up a stirring posting arguing that what he calls the "Anglosphere narrative" of history is a substantial and important one. A good commentsfest follows here. * Neil Kramer confesses that he has a small "bedroom problem" ... * Right Reason's Steve Burton has just about had it with Crooked Timber. * Those who know about these things predict that Google's latest effort, Google Base, will out-Craigslist Craigslist. A 2Blowhards prediction: the future will consist of 5 billion channels of Google content, all of them delivered via iPod. * Arnold Kling wonders why so many people dislike economics. * Thanks to Claire for linking to this short film of comic genius. You know these men and their work, believe me. They're titans all. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 23, 2005 | perma-link | (13) comments





Thursday, November 17, 2005


Stratospheric Videocams
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Besides cramped seating, the thing that annoys me most about long-distance flights is the one-size-fits-all movie/video presentations on screens mounted on section partitions and monitors attached high in the cabin. It's bad enough on transcontinental flights, but overkill sets in when flying overseas. American Airlines would serve up a couple movies or more and fill the rest of the time with CBS features, recent sit-com episodes and even I Love Lucy reruns. For you readers keeping track of my weirdness, here's more to add to your list of quirks: I prefer looking out the window to renting a headset -- or accepting a free headset -- to listen to the audio accompanying the unavoidable video. Nope, never spent a dime for that. Fortunately, as politicians will say, Help Is On The Way. Actually help's already here provided you're on the right airline or airliner. Help takes the form of small video screens mounted on the backs of seats. Instead of a single entertainment sequence, you can select what you view from a reasonable variety of offerings. On transatlantic flights, I prefer the maps showing the route and the position of the plane along with statistics such as altitude, airspeed, groundspeed, distance/time relative to origin and destination, and so forth. On a recent Polar flight from Copenhagen to Seattle I was able to track latitude, discovering that we peaked just shy of 78 degrees north. Frontier Airlines had such screens on their Airbus A319s that I flew on from Seattle to Denver and return last year. American Airlines had them on their transatlantic Boeing 777s, but not the smaller, older 767s. SAS (Scandinavian) has them on their big Airbus A340s, but with an interesting twist. Airbus A340. SAS's A340s have videocameras mounted so that you can select views of what's ahead and what's below the aircraft. This was fascinating, especially when the plane was taxiing and taking off and landing; you sort of get a pilot's view of things. On my recent SAS flights I had my beloved window seating, so I didn't check the video views much while airborne. But if I were stuck in an inside seat, it would have made the trip much more enjoyable than otherwise. But I did get one particularly fascinating view from the downward-pointing camera. We were somewhere around northern Alberta vectored towards Vancouver and far removed from well-traveled air lanes. On a whim, I switched the seatback monitor to the down-pointed videocam. I saw a jet contrail dividing the image on the little screen, a wispy contrail. Gradually the contrail narrowed and became less wispy; we were gaining on whatever was below us. Then at the top of the screen appeared an airliner, a jet with two engines. It was hard to judge how far below us the other plane was flying, most likely 2,000 feet, perhaps 4,000. The airliner dropped down the screen and disappeared off the bottom a minute or two after it first appeared.... posted by Donald at November 17, 2005 | perma-link | (7) comments





Wednesday, November 16, 2005


Naptime
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Fan though I am of my native country, there are some things about the USA that can drive me nuts. How literal-minded we often are ... Our ambivalence towards culture ... The way we let financial and economic considerations make so many of our decisions ... Our endlessly conflicted feelings about pleasure. Example for today: napping. I've been on vacation for the last week. On not one of these days have I failed to take a nap -- and each one of these naps has been a blissful indulgence, as luscious and glorious as the best wine, a perfect afternoon on the beach, bittersweet chocolate, or a hot-'n'-heavy make-out session. I nod off as if into the bosom of the Great Mother herself, and I wake up feeling nothing more articulate than "Oh, yeah, baby, that was goooooood." It seems to me that such experiences need no justification -- that "intensity of pleasure" and "deep satisfaction" are self-evidently things to be desired, enjoyed, cherished, and respected. Discussing such pleasures can be a challenge, though. What's to be said about them? Informed and talented food and travel writers can analyze and evoke something of what food and travel experiences are like. But they're pros. How can the rest of us express and compare notes about simple-but-deep pleasures? Hey, rhapsodizing, chortling lewdly, rolling the eyes in smug self-satisfaction, and sitting there with a stoned expression all work for me. By the way: we have food and travel writers. Where are our "sleep writers"? So how does America contend with the napping question? As far as I can tell, this important topic is dealt with in the following ways: Some see napping as a reflection of a failing. If you were doing everything right, you wouldn't need to nap. This stems from the American conviction that a person ought to be bursting with dynamism 24/7, and if he isn't then something is dreadfully wrong. Some see napping as an aspect of a larger problem that needs to to be addressed and licked: "Today, in the news -- fatigue, and how to overcome it." To some of a scientific bent, napping is strange -- a peculiarity to be investigated. We aren't perfect robots: Let's try to explain why not! To others, napping is a productivity question. A person who naps isn't wasting time. No, he's doing what needs to be done to be even more productive than he'd otherwise be. And then there's the "it's good for you," napping-as-health crowd. Coming up with excuses for napping -- how pathetic is that? It's like persuading yourself that you eat chocolate for the phytochemicals. In my Googling, the only people I found who praised napping for the sheer joy of the act (or non-act) were New Age-ish types. And ain't that America: on the one hand, literal-minded economics/productivity/science/health experts, and on the other a beleaguered, ragtag group of of crystals-and-incense freaks. Sigh. I'm glad to know that my naps are... posted by Michael at November 16, 2005 | perma-link | (35) comments





Tuesday, November 15, 2005


No Slow Dancing
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Any readers who can't tolerate "Back when I was young, sonny, we did it this way" screeds have my permission to scroll to the posting below. Okay...gone now? [Ahem.] Back when I was young, well make that when I was of courtin' age, I liked to take dates out dancing. Especially gals I was dating for the first time. The reason for this (in my warped opinion, of course) is that slow dancing (anyone remember Johnny Mathis records?) can give a couple an opportunity to discretely find out how physically "in synch" they are. Another reason is that if the girl dances cheek-to-cheek (itself a message) and her cheek feels almost hot, well, you get the idea. Plus, it's an enjoyable activity in its own right. Nowadays I find it hard to find a place with a band that can play slow-dancing music. Or classic swing. Back when I was young (oops, said that already); back in the early 60s dance bands usually played a mixture of tempos -- slow, Latin, swing, rock 'n' roll -- and played each one straight. Recent experiences suggest this isn't being done. Here are two examples: The bands at San Francisco's Top of the Mark a year or two ago did play a variety of music, but the "slow" songs didn't have a single, well-established beat. Instead, they wove two tempos through it. I suppose this indicates skill and creativity, but I found it hard to follow; rather than enjoying the dance, I had to concentrate too hard on following the tempo I wanted to use. Recently we were at Harry Denton's Starlight Room atop the Sir Francis Drake Hotel, billed as San Francisco's top night club. The band played what struck me as disco-type music all evening (actually until I had enough and we bailed out). That's it. Oh some pieces were a dab slower or faster, but the differences were hardly noticeable. Okay, I freely admit I'm a walkin', talkin', bloggin' fossil. I'd pretty much wrapped up my courting by 1971 and whatever happened night-life-wise since then was offstage for me. And from what I read, dating seems to be a whole lot less mannered or discrete than it was before The Sixties bulldozed that aspect of our culture. Plus, I hate arguing against the market: the Starlight Room was packed, so clearly the music being dished out is what folks want these days in San Francisco anyway. Oh well, when I get married I get to pay half the piper's (actually deejay's) fee, and Johnny Mathis it will be. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 15, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments





Monday, November 14, 2005


Derailed Monorail
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- Seattle isn't going to get a second monorail line. The first monorail was built for the 1962 Century 21 world's fair and it's still in operation -- barely. The line runs from the old fairgrounds (now called Seattle Center) to a downtown location about one mile away, with no intermediate stops. Rolling stock consists of two trains each running on its own rail. The Swedish company that built the trains went bankrupt long ago, so maintenance and repair are costly. In 1997 some activists persuaded Seattle voters to approve funding for a monorail planning and development organization, but that went defunct in 2000 when its funding ran out. In 2002 voters approved authorization for a monorail authority that would build, own and operate a monorail system. Following escalating cost estimates and other difficulties, city officials began washing their hands of the project a couple months ago and voters voted down a new funding proposal November 8th, thus killing the project. To me, the project never made sense. Let me restate that: It would have made "sense" to me back in 1955 or 1960 when I was a kid who had had a diet of World of the Future views in the form of illustrations in magazines such as Popular Mechanics and Popular Science, not to mention photos of futuristic city exhibits at the 1939-40 New York World's Fair. Monorails were often cited as Transportation of the Future. It might be hard for present-day readers to understand that from roughly 1925 to 1960, visualizing the world of the future was a big deal. This was especially so for imaginative, suggestible boys lacking in worldly experience. If "they" -- industrial designers, illustrators, and newspaper and magazine feature writers -- said monorails were what would be common by that unimaginably distant year 2000 then, by golly, that settled the matter: vote it in! In the late 50s few monorail systems existed; the only one that comes to mind immediately is the one running through Disneyland's Tomorrowland (natch) built by the same company that made Seattle's 1962 trains. Its setting was artificial, but Seattle's wasn't. The Seattle monorail runs along Fifth Avenue through what's locally called the Denny Regrade. The Regrade once upon a time was Denny Hill, situated just north of Seattle's business district, blocking potential expansion. So the hill was dismantled, roughly 1905-30, the dirt and rocks becoming tideflat fill. By the time the hill was gone the Depression hit, halting northward expansion of the business district. In 1960, at the time world's fair projects got underway, the Regrade was a low-rise district with a mix of offices, apartments and non-fashionable retail. Today the Regrade boasts office and condominium towers and trendy retail outlets -- but not on Fifth Avenue where the monorail runs. Fifth Avenue resembles what it was in 1960 because, in my opinion, the monorail made it a dark, unfriendly street where retail stores withered. Here is what it looks like: Monorail near... posted by Donald at November 14, 2005 | perma-link | (29) comments





Friday, November 11, 2005


Fatal Football Frenzy
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- It's a binary year for Seattle-area football fans. On the one hand the NFL Seahawks are doing well, and on the other hand the University of Washington Huskies are stinkin' out the joint over at Husky Stadium. The place smelled last year too. Twas not always so. Under the reign of coach Don James, the Dawgs (as they're known in these parts) were highly ranked, maybe even being the best team in the country one year. The Huskies over the years have tended to be in the above-avergage to good range, though they never won a Rose Bowl game until 1960, when I was a Junior. They won again the next year; I attended both games. Back in the late 50s and early 60s at many games the stadium public address announcer would request that would a doctor please report to such-and-such a place. The next day's newspaper might report that two fans had to be removed due to heart attacks. Sometimes the elderly fan (probably an alumnus with season tickets) was carried out feet first to the funeral home. I intensely followed football while in college and for about 20 years after. I bled purple for the Huskies, though my interest was only middling for Dear Old Penn's Quakers (the name struck terror into the hearts of Princeton's Tigers and Yale's Bulldogs, no?). As for the pros, I loved the Green Bay Packers in the NFL and was a huge fan of the Oakland Raiders in the AFL. I recall pacing the living room floor, agonizing each time the Kansas City Chiefs marched toward the goal line against Oakland. The second Super Bowl game created a huge dillema because the Packers played the Raiders. I finally decided I was more a Packer fan than a Raider fan (the Pack won easily, by the way). By the time I reached my mid-40s I came to realize that such emotional intensity was not a good thing. I remembered what had happened at Husky Stadium years before and decided that, while dropping dead when UCLA scored a touchdown wasn't the worst possible way to go, high tension in the vascular system might lead to premature check-out time, and where's the advantage to being premature. So now I'm a sang-froid guy when it comes to football. If the University of Oregon grinds Washington into a pathetic pulp, well it was interesting to watch the Ducks' skill. If the Packers get creamed, well, ... well that would just be the end of the world. Sorry, I'm still a Packer fam. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 11, 2005 | perma-link | (7) comments





Thursday, November 10, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Tyler Cowen is reading a book that claims to have the final word on why Americans are carrying around so much more weight than they did a couple of decades ago: They're snacking more. * And is obesity such a health risk anyway? * It's often assumed that greater government spending will produce happiness. Here's a study that suggests that higher levels of government spending produce quite the opposite. * Two creatures who have made me feel a lot of happiness are the Italian actress Monica Bellucci, a great beauty in the tradition of Sophia Loren and Claudia Cardinale, and the one-of-a-kind French film director Bertrand Blier. What a treat to learn that Bellucci is starring in Blier's next movie. In a Guardian visit with Bellucci, Blier has this to say about his star: "She's completely relaxed with her image and with her own sense of modesty as well. Because she is so free and proud of being a woman and proud of her femininity, she has no problem with the fact that men look at her and desire her, and that is rare today with women." And here's a nice bit from Bellucci: "I'm not scared by nudity, because for me, nothing is more beautiful than a body. You can have such an amazing emotion from a body. In 'Irreversible,' I treated my body like it was an object and it's great when you can have this kind of relation with your body, it's a part of your job, an object you can work with. When you can have this kind of freedom it's the moment where you can give your best as an actress." Sigh: the art cinema at its best. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 10, 2005 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, November 9, 2005


Buick Portholes Are Back (Again)
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- The Good Ship Buick just got a new set of portholes. Unfortunately, it also seems to be taking on water and might even founder -- more on that towards the end of this posting First, let's talk portholes. 2006 Buick Lucerne. Here's the brand-new Lucerne, Buick's top-of-the-line model for 2006. If you look closely at the part of the side between the front wheel-well and the windshield pillar or rear-view mirror you'll see four little flashy spots with dark centers. These are the latest version of Buick's famous portholes. One area where General Motors is weak is design or styling. Back between 1930 and 1970, GM pretty much ruled that roost. However, in recent decades the company stumbled. By the early 1980s, cost-saving procedures resulted in a model lineup where it was hard to tell Chevrolets from Buicks, as was famously portrayed on a 1983 Fortune magazine cover. Since then, GM has tried hard to distinguish its brands, though not as successfully as it once did. The traditional means of establishing brand identity is through the use of styling details that appear year after year in changing, yet recognizable form. Back in the 1950s when it became the third-ranking brand in sales, Buick boasted three main styling cues: A grille with vertical chrome-plated bars or teeth A chrome "sweep-spar" on the car's side "Portholes" on the hood or front fender The vertical grille first appeared for the truncated (by World War 2) 1942 model year. It was continued on the post-war 1946 models and lasted through the 1955's. Buick has revived this front-end theme in recent years. 1942 Buick with vertical grille bars. The sweepspar and portholes both arrived on 1949 Buicks, though the sweepspar was only on Riviera hardtop convertibles, and even then only introduced part-way through the model year. 1949 Buick Riviera with sweepspar and portholes. According to legend, the portholes were the invention of ace stylist Ned Nickles who reportedly had round holes cut in the hood of his car. The holes were finished with chrome-plated surrounds. Inside the holes were lights whose wiring was linked to the distributor, the lights pulsating along with the motor's revving, mimicking flames emitted from the exhaust stacks or a race car or airplane. Buick managers thought the portholes looked nifty, but on production cars the ports were not actual holes (the centers were simply black paint) and there was no fake exhaust flaming. Hawker Fury fighter, 1930s -- note engine exhaust ports. Back through the 1930s cars usually had doors, louvres, or grated openings on the sides of the hood to help get rid of engine heat. Below is a 1935 Plymouth with such openings plus circular porthole-like trim, in some slight way anticipating Buick's portholes. 1935 Plymouth -- portholes? The 40s and 50s were the height of the practice of the annual model styling change. Nowadays the appearance difference between, say, a 2005 and 2006 model can be nil. Fifty or 60 years... posted by Donald at November 9, 2005 | perma-link | (16) comments





Sunday, November 6, 2005


Airliner Boarding Fixes
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- You find boarding an airliner a breeze, right? Apparently a few folks don't, and the November 2nd Wall Street Journal had two related articles dealing with how airlines are trying to speed the process; it seems that long boarding-times depress potential revenue because the risk of departure delay is raised. A page-one article was about a mathematician who worked on an efficiency-raising method now being rolled out by United Airlines. Then there was an article starting on the first page of the Personal Journal section that related the experiences of Journal staffers with various passenger loading modes. I'll summarize the second article, which includes the method covered in the first article. The United Airlines system basically boards from the windows inward as opposed to the traditional back-to-front procedure. Boarding is by section (1, 2, 3, ... or A, B, C, ... or whatever) and the change was that the computer had 1 or A be window rather than rear seats, thus keeping the instructions to passengers the same as they were previously. The supposed efficiency gain is that window passengers will have completed any overhead stowage and will be seated before the middle-seat cohort arrives. Otherwise, aisle and middle-seaters would have to climb back into the aisle so the window-seater could get to his seat (assuming he got on last). (The mathematician's solution was a slight elaboration, where some back-front adjustments were made atop the windows-inward scheme.) The Journal writers didn't find much, if any, improvement on their flights. They thought this was due to the fact that United preserved advance-boarding for travelers with infants and young children, elderly or handicapped passengers, First Class ticket holders and high-mileage customers, this leading to aisle-clutter as the window-seaters arrived. They found that there was line-jumping on most flights regardless of loading scheme and that airlines tended to be lax regarding the amount of carry-on baggage allowed. Apparently Continental Airlines started boarding 10 minutes sooner before scheduled push-back than other airlines and this helped avoid departure delays. An interesting factoid in the other article is that boarding rates as measured by passengers-per-minute have dropped over the past few decades: the current average is nine per minute. I fly Alaska Airlines between Seattle and San Jose a lot, so I found the Journal's coverage of especial interest. This year, I'm a high-mileage "MVP" (Most Valuable Passenger?) which means I get to board early unless the gal at the counter orders general boarding instead of by row. Sadly, I won't have enough miles or flights this year to be a 2006 MVP. Sometimes, Alaska can board and deplane with astonishing speed, (By the way, apparently the math-whizzes didn't consider the arrival end of the flight). Here is how it is done. Oops, one more detail. I only find it done at San Jose and not Seattle. You see, Alaska uses Terminal C in San Jose and Terminal C is a living fossil so far as large airports go. It... posted by Donald at November 6, 2005 | perma-link | (17) comments





Saturday, November 5, 2005


Q&A With George Hunka, Part Two
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Today we continue our conversation with the playwright George Hunka. George is the author of the elegant and moving paired plays "In Private / In Public," which recently received a jewelbox production at Manhattantheatresource in Greenwich Village. In Part One of our chat, George told us about how he became a playwright, and he also sketched out what the lay-of-the-theatrical-land looks like from a playwright's point of view. Today, we talk more specifically about writing "In Private / In Public," and about putting the show up on its feet. *** 2Blowhards: When and how did you write "In Private / In Public"? George Hunka: I wrote both "In Private" and "In Public," as a pair of plays with some thematic if not formal connections, in August and September of this year. "In Public" is probably the most accessible, realistic play I've ever written, though I didn't mean to write it that way. There wasn't any attempt to be accessible or realistic, but the content finds its form eventually. In fact my last play, "Sustaining," was probably the most abstract piece I'd ever written. Obviously, I've been toying a lot with ideas about sensuality and eroticism, and especially the extent to which language and society can contain these. Not to mention the thoughts I have about culture and society and marriage. After nearly twenty years of this last, I suppose I have some tentative opinions about the institution, opinions that have evolved over time. Let me take this opportunity to say that the play isn't in any way autobiographical, at least in the traditional sense. Let me also say that it's a very deeply personal play for me, probably the most personal. As is "In Private," which is far more explicit in its sensuality, in many ways, than "In Public." It constitutes more of a stretch. Because it was the ten-minute curtain-raiser to the much longer, more accessible "In Public," it hasn't gotten as much attention and I haven't received as much feedback about it -- but this play probably better represents the formal linguistic direction my future work will go in, rather than "In Public." 2B: How about the production? How did it come about? GH: I've been volunteering at the Manhattantheatresource, where the play was workshopped, for a few years now, and they've had a unique development series in which they'll give me the space for free for a few nights. They get to keep the box office. Isaac Butler, who directed, and I first met when we started our theater blogs a few years ago. We're fortunately each of us early enough in our careers to have the time and leisure to work together. We share some similar concerns, but we've also got our differences, and I think that's all to the good. I knew Jennifer and Sasha from hanging out at the source. I've seen them both work before, and it was very gratifying to me when they agreed to do... posted by Michael at November 5, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments





Friday, November 4, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A fast-paced workday has gotten in the way of pulling together Part Two of our q&a with George Hunka. But my chopped-up brain has managed to stumble across some good links anyway: * Thanks to Sluggo, who found this fascinating David Hinckley piece about Alex Steinweiss, the man who single-handedly invented album-cover art. Essential popular-culture history. Here's another page about Steinweiss and the history of album-cover art. * Amanda Brooks brought a provocative book idea to some publishing people, and was met with winces. Polly Frost told a fellow author that she writes erotica, and was shown an upturned nose. Can you spell p-r-i-s-s-y? And the publishing business wonders why book sales continue to decline. * I love it when the brainiacs and geeks who hang at GNXP talk about who's hot and who's not. * Here's a resourceful, cheery, and NSFW way to make use of an overhead map. * Arts and Letters Daily linked to a typically-sizzling interview with Camille Paglia. Hear her roar. * So much for the idea that the world's only racially-unpleasant people are colored white. * This is one of the most effective optical illusions I've ever looked at. * Alice sees some virtues in Martha's "Apprentice" show. * The British academic Christopher Frayling was the man who persuaded filmbuffs to take seriously the films of Sergio ("The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly") Leone. Here's a fun long interview with Frayling. Nice quote: "All of [Leone's] films are about a European's relations with the American dream." * ChaiTeaLatte visits India and finds herself craving pizza -- another of MD's wonderfully evocative postings. Tomorrow, George Hunka tells us what it was like to put on his show. The arts, as they are really lived. Don't miss it. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 4, 2005 | perma-link | (3) comments





Thursday, November 3, 2005


Recommendations
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Gary Giddins wants us to appreciate the swing jazz era. Happy music and good social times -- what's wrong with that combo? * Alan Little -- a scholar as well as a student of yoga -- recommends a few books about India. * Rachel Howard found the Montreal-based dance outfit Compagnie Marie Chouinard chic and provocative. The Wife and I caught them in New York a few years back and couldn't agree more. * Rick Darby tells us why he thinks one of Diana Krall's DVDs is so good. Since I adore the kind of sultry-sophisticated, concert-cocktail jazz that Krall does, I've ordered my copy already. * J.G. Ballard thinks "A History of Violence" is one of David Cronenberg's best. * Fred Himebaugh thinks that Longfellow deserves a second look. * Stefan Beck wants to get more people reading Theodore Dalrymple. Here's a good q&a with the amazing Dalrymple. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 3, 2005 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, November 2, 2005


Pigeon Guy
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- In my former neighborhood lives an osteopathic doctor who used to put on his running togs and jog four or five or however-many miles every morning before going to work. All this running must have caused some sort of damage, because now he puts on his running togs and just goes for a walk. Often, I see him carrying a bag of food for a flock a pigeons that hangs out at a freeway overpass not far from the housing development. Depending on when he's on his walk and when I happen to be driving by, I sometimes see him actually feeding the birds. Occasionally I see him with a push-broom brushing away dried droppings below where the pigeons perch on the freeway supports. He really takes good care of those birds. Why? I have no idea why he does this. Perhaps he really, really loves pigeons. Or maybe he isn't especially fond of them, but figures what he's doing is good for the surrounding area which includes a large supermarket where crumbs from Starbucks' cookies and other bits of food of potential pigeon-interest drop onto the parking lot. The idea being to keep the pigeons close to that overpass and not roaming the parking lot or, worse, the nearly neighborhood where he lives. The straightforward way to satisfy my curiosity would simply be to pull over and just ask him why he babies those birds. But it would be a little embarrassing to do this, and the payoff isn't quite worth it. Plus I kinda relish the ongoing oddness and mystery of it all. Can any of you offer some theories? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at November 2, 2005 | perma-link | (11) comments





Monday, October 31, 2005


Holy Crap!
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I don't know about anyone else, but sewer engineers and sewer workers get my vote as civilization's most undersung heroes. Prior to good sewer systems, city and town life was far too often a miasma of typhoid, cholera, and mucky mud -- and, as a practical fact, good sewer systems in our modern sense didn't even begin to be created until the 19th century. That ain't so long ago! Before that time, pedestrians had to hope for fair warnings from above, and a city's sewage flowed untreated into the nearest body of water, which was usually the city's only source of drinking water. Heavy rainfall could be counted on to create boot-sucking, stinky misery, as well as waves of disease. The brilliant thinkers of the French Enlightenment? The wits of 18th century London? They were all living amidst what all of us would consider unimaginable filth. Amusing story: When the British government moved into the Houses of Parliament in the mid-1800s, the stench from the nearby Thames was so bad that the MPs couldn't get any work done. Indeed, it was this fact that finally moved Parliament to arrange for good sewers to be constructed in London. Politicians, eh? Only when an issue affects them personally ... And, lordy, the scale of the project that is modern sewage disposal ... A nifty fact that I picked up from a recent Modern Marvels episode concerns Los Angeles' Hyperion Sewage Treatment Plant, located on the Pacific near LAX. It's a gigantic facility, as well as one of the world's most up-to-date. The amount of raw sewage that arrives at Hyperion every minute of every day, 365 days a year? 300,000 gallons. That's per minute. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 31, 2005 | perma-link | (7) comments





Saturday, October 29, 2005


My "Deprived" Childhood
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- A lot more than once I've read about famous people who had tough financial times in childhood, yet claimed they didn't really know their family was poor. In some ways, the same applies to me. My deprivations were material, not financial. Basically it was a matter of timing related to the onset of World War 2 and its impact on the Home Front. Curious about how it was like to be a child during the war? Read on... Setting the Scene My parents were fortunate and weathered the Depression well. My dad graduated with a degree in Chemical Engineering at the worst possible time, 1933, yet was able to get hired as a chemist by a pulp/paper mill. My mother went to a two-year state teacher's college in the mid-1920s (that was all that Washington State required in those days -- they went to a 4-year program in the 30s) and already had a teaching job when the Crash occurred. I was born in Everett, Washington in the fall of 1939 followed by my sister a few days before the end of 1940. We moved to Seattle in the late spring of 1941 because my father quit Weyerhaeuser to become a testing-laboratory equipment salesman. This did not turn out well, so after a year he went to work for the Army Corps of Engineers as a contract-compliance technician. This was the spring of 1942 and the U.S. had been at war since December, 1941. Our first Seattle house was a modest rental in the West Woodland neighborhood, just east of the world-famous Ballard area (Scandinavia's gift to America -- you have to have grown up in Seattle to get this). For three months during the summer of 1942 we lived in the spiffier Montlake district, just south of the ship canal bordering the University of Washington. The duration was three months because the house's owner was now a war correspondent on assignment; his family was away for the summer months and would be returning. So we had to vacate before September. But there was a slight problem: housing was almost impossible to find. You need to understand that World War 2 was hugely disruptive -- for individuals, for families, for communities and for the economy. Among other things, there was a great deal of migration from some parts of the country to others. For example, people flocked to Washington D.C. because it was the heart and brains of the war effort. Newsman David Brinkley wrote a charming memoir of his efforts to find housing in the suddenly-packed city titled Washington Goes to War. Southern California boomed because it was home to four major aircraft makers (Douglas, Lockheed, North American and Consolidated) as well as some smaller, but still important, firms (Northrop and Ryan). Plus San Pedro and San Diego were major naval bases. Seattle was home to bomber-builder Boeing, some small shipyards, a naval air station, and also was a major cargo and troop... posted by Donald at October 29, 2005 | perma-link | (31) comments




Hot Links
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Chelsea Girl recalls a studly clown she once tumbled for. * Bookgasm's Rod Lott has been enjoying Joe Bob Briggs' latest, a book entitled "Profoundly Erotic: Sexy Movies that Changed History." * Steff offers some technical tips that many are sure to find helpful, and that many others are sure to enjoy reading about. * This was definitely the right angle to shoot J.Lo from. * I loved exploring the art and words of the very talented Skip Williamson. Biker artist, Playboy art director, underground comix creator -- now there's an all-American combo. * Pussy Talk treats herself to a different kind of Victorian novel. * Shame-Ridden Disgrace points out a key difference between today's sex stars and the sex stars of the '60s and '70s. * Shoe Fiend confesses that Terence Conran is her kind of stud, and that interior decor items are her kind of porn. * Give a man a digital camera, and he'll do what he can to point it at a naked woman. Give a woman a digital camera, and she'll take off her clothes and point it at herself. Not that you'll catch me complaining. * Old joke: How do you make a woman come? Answer: Who cares? But seriously: Why do women have orgasms? Other than pleasure, what purpose might they serve? * When I was five years old, I craved this power. * George Takei -- "Star Trek"'s Sulu -- comes out of the closet. * Jill maintains that there can definitely be too much of a good thing. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 29, 2005 | perma-link | (11) comments





Friday, October 28, 2005


My Sudoku Tips
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Are you a Sudoku addict? I am. Which is really something, considering that I have no brain whatsoever for puzzle-solving. Still, I manage to have a very good time solving easy -- and even moderate -- Sudoku puzzles. What a lovely state of mind I spend my Sudoku-solving minutes and hours in: engaged yet anxiety-free ... Blissed-out yet bearing-down ... And what a satisfying sense of accomplishment solving a Sudoku puzzle delivers. Ahhhh ... I wonder what brain scans will one day reveal about the brains of Sudoku addicts. Assuming there are a few visitors who might be interested in what a very low-end Sudoku freak has to say, I'm going to volunteer some tips about how to get started. 1) If you've stared at a few Sudoku puzzles and have given up in confusion, don't despair. There are four or five strategies -- OK, call them tricks -- that will get you through all the easy ones. Don't even bother trying to solve a Sudoku until you find out what these tricks are. 2) Most of the Sudoku books I've looked at offer a ton of good puzzles, but few of them offer much in the way of useful guidance. This book does. It's British -- which means that it has the virtues of being well-organized and cheerily-written. Best of all, it lays out the main Sudoku-solving strategies clearly and succinctly, and then it drills you in them. Make your way through this book and you'll be a confident and forward-looking Sudoku-solving beast. 3) As far as replenishing your supply of puzzles goes: If you're feeling cheap, or you'd rather use the web than buy a book, try this site. The puzzles are numerous, they're free, and they print out at an ideal size. Best, and heading back for a refreshing hour -- or two -- of Sudoku-solving, Michael... posted by Michael at October 28, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * How trustworthy is Wikipedia? The Guardian asks experts to evaluate some of the encyclopedia's entries, and most of the verdicts aren't good. * Speaking of wikis, here's an amazing one that was apparently the first wiki ever to be put on the web. Not surprisingly, it's very Christopher Alexander-besotted. * I get the feeling that Colleen didn't enjoy "Elizabethtown" ... * Thanks to Stephen Bodio for pointing out the blog of Larissa, a young actress in search of work and fame in NYC. I loved this snapshot of a typical actor-day. Larissa has also been enjoying the HBO series "Rome." Nice passage: In a cast of excellent actors, Kenneth Cranhams Pompey is so masterfully embodied that even in a scene lacking violence, nudity, or good-looking people insulting each other, I was totally riveted. Cranham looks as W.H. Auden might have looked had a giant thumb descended on his head and squooshed it just a little, displaced body matter filling out a few, but not all of the wrinkles. Beat that, professional TV critics. * OuterLife wonders about the whole blog-commenting thing. Time to visit and let him know what you think. * Chloe Sevigne is afraid she's become a little too '90s. * You can sign an online petition urging the University of Virginia to respect its traditional architecture. And please do let them know how you feel. * Here's the School of Visual Art's graduate art-crit blog. Find out what tomorrow's artists are mulling over today, then leave a comment urging these hot young talents to post more visuals. * Steve Sailer wonders why sports commentators are so determined to ignore the obvious. (Steve provides an update here.) * EverNote looks like a nifty way for Windows-users to maintain their heaps of stray mind-bits: notes, links, lists, and scraps. Gotta love the price too. Haven't tried EverNote myself, smug and happy Mac-user that I am ... * Fred confesses to a fascination with the legendary Nazi filmmaker Leni Riefenstahl. (I wrote about Leni -- who was certainly one of the most controversial figures in film history -- here.) * He's a man obsessed -- but what a fun topic to be obsessed by. Erik Holland marshalls a lot of evidence to argue that the gayness of fashion designers is the explanation why many fashion models are so skinny. I suspect that Eric had a lot of fun collecting the materials that he displays on this NSFW page too. * Dig this ultra-cool use of Google Maps. Some doubleclicking will enable you to find out how far distances are. I just learned that my morning walk to work covers 2.89 miles. * This is certainly the most unusual vantage point I've ever examined a house's interior from ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 28, 2005 | perma-link | (20) comments





Monday, October 24, 2005


Dreaming of a White Restaurant
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I recently drove past a McDonald's restaurant and noticed that the dominant outside paint was no longer white. Could this be a corporate image shift or just a franchisee doin' his own thing? McDonald's restaurants weren't always white; maybe eight or ten years ago (I forget) the dominant color was a sort of cream-tan. And ditto Burger King: their exteriors turned white in the same time frame as the McDonald's changeover or perhaps a little later. And the main hamburger chains aren't the only ones whose stores sport white exteriors. Here is a gallery in which all buildings aside from the McDonald's and the Jack in The Box are in Morton, Illinois: McDonald's Burger King Jack in The Box Hardee's Dairy Queen Taco Bell -- Hmm, off-white Wendy's -- Oops, it's brick! Well, Wendy's was always a little different -- square hamburger patties and all that. And Taco Bell wasn't quite white, but my dimming memory hints that their stores used to be white. But there's more! Here are pictures of stores for a couple hamburger chains that pre-dated McDonald's: White Castle White Tower The White Tower outfit seems to be defunct, but the last I heard, White Castle was still in the fray. (White Castle seems to be a New York area company. At least, that's where I remember seeing them last. We don't have any here in the Pacific Northwest, and I don't recall seeing any in California either.) So what's the deal with white exteriors? White Tower and White Castle were compelled by their names to be white. As for McDonald's, I suspect that a marketing study (or more likely, a whole wad of them) presented a case that actual and potential customers preferred white to alternatives. Doubtless there were assertions about psychological undertones or associations ("white is antiseptic"). I have no idea whether the practical matter of keeping white paint clean ever came up. Those chains not already featuring white probably aped McDonald's outright or else used that makeover as a trigger for their own marketing research. The result of such groupthink is displayed above. For whatever it's worth, I never liked the white paint jobs. The McDonald's version struck me as being a cold shade of white -- slightly harsh and off-putting. I found their previous color scheme warmer and more welcoming. Actually, I like Wendy's brick motif best of all. Come to think of it, I like their burgers best too. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 24, 2005 | perma-link | (24) comments





Thursday, October 20, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Those in the mood for a best-of book-list to quarrel with or applaud have a new one: Time's ranking of the 100 best English-language novels since 1923. * All the rebuilding being done in the wake of Katrina must be a boon for local workers, right? Randall Parker writes that, in fact, many post-Katrina construction jobs are being handed out to illegal Hispanic immigrants. * No matter what degree of perversity your erotic imagination is capable of achieving, the Web reveals that there's always someone with a kink that makes yours look square. (NSFW, of course.) * Witold Rybczynski's annotated slide show about America's megachurches is a civilized and open-minded treat -- as well as a nice demonstration of how words and images can enhance each other. * Did Miramax make money for Disney? Edward Jay Epstein shows how complicated these questions can be. He also shows how that shrewd monster, Harvey Weinstein, screwed Disney out of millions. * Neil Kramer wonders if Heaven is really where he wants to wind up. * Up-to-date lit fans with a taste for the irreverent shouldn't fail to sample the fiction being published by the Contemporary Press, a feisty young house. Check out the company's motto too. It's one that -- 90% of the time, anyway -- I can get behind myself. * Our poor, oppressed girls now make up 57% of America's college students, reports USA Today. One analyst elaborates: "Not only do national statistics forecast a continued decline in the percentage of males on college campuses, but the drops are seen in all races, income groups and fields of study." Attaway to go, social engineers. * Freed from crippling traditional shackles, a couple of girls show what they're capable of. * Reason's Veronique de Rugy and Nick Gillespie conclude -- a bit tardily, as far as I'm concerned, but let's be grateful for any and all signs of sanity -- that "the GOP has forfeited its credibility when it comes to spending restraint." Good passage: When it comes to spending, Bush is no Reagan. Alas, he is also no Clinton and not even Nixon. The recent president he most resembles is in fact fellow Texan and legendary spendthrift Lyndon Baines Johnsonexcept that Bush is in many ways even more profligate with the public till ... Perhaps not coincidentally, Bush and LBJ ... shared control of the federal purse with congressional majorities from their own political parties. Which only makes Bush's performance more troubling. Like a lax parent who can't or won't discipline his self-centered toddler, he has exercised virtually no control whatsoever over Congress ... Bush has shown no leadership on spending reformand Republicans have rebuffed even the mildest criticisms of their spendthrift ways. It seems incontestable that we should conclude that the country's purse is worse off when Republicans are in power. * Here's a collection of interviews with people who work in the porn business. What an interesting field to learn a... posted by Michael at October 20, 2005 | perma-link | (23) comments





Wednesday, October 19, 2005


Dried Plums?
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Have you tried shopping for prunes recently? In NYC grocery stores these days, containers full of dark dried fruits that resemble prunes are all labeled "dried plums." How did that happen? Why has that happened? FailureMag's Jason Zasky explains that the prune industry is trying to appeal to a more youthful audience. Evidently the word "prune" sounds so very Grandma, while the term "dried plum" just rocks out. Another interesting cultural note from Zasky's article: The dried plum industry limited the name change to the United States. After all, in most European nationsespecially France, Germany, Italy and Scandinaviathe prune is very much a part of consumer diets. "Outside of the U.S. the prune has a very positive image," notes [industry spokesman] Peterson. "In Japan many people refer to it as the miracle fruit because of its health attributes. The only place we had a problem was the United States, and to a lesser extent the United Kingdom." Pressing question for the day: What is it about the U.S. and the U.K. that looks askance at the word "prune"? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 19, 2005 | perma-link | (22) comments





Sunday, October 16, 2005


Tourist Snapshot Styles
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I never used to include myself in travel snapshots. Instead, I took pictures of things I saw. There were a couple reasons for this. One was that I'm not handsome and I hated being reminded of that while gazing at snapshots. Another reason was that I used to use pretty fancy camera equipment (a brace of Nikon Fs with three or four extra lenses dangling around my neck) and I didn't want to ask a stranger to take my picture and then hand over a bunch of expensive gear. Actually I'm fudging a bit here, as some of you might have guessed. I'm mostly referring to my practices from the 1960s, especially my time in Korea and Japan when photography was my main hobby. And unlike Kodak Brownies, Nikon Fs were professional-grade gear, not exclusively snapshot-takers. Moreover, I was shooting with black & white negative film or colored slides. (The latter proved to be a mistake, long-term. Now I have boxes of slides and no slide projector. Plus I'm told that digitizing slides is costly. Sigh.) Still, it's true that of the hundreds of slides I brought home from overseas, less than a dozen had my mug in them. I was trying to capture Korea and Japan for family and friends back home. This was in 1963-64, when Korea was poor and un-westernized. So I was greatly interested one day when I found out that a Korean student who had visited the U.S. would be at the USO club showing slides he took on his trip. I automatically assumed he would be trying to capture America just as I was trying to capture Korea. Oh boy, was I mistaken. Instead of insights, we got an hour and a half of "Here I am in front of Golden Gate Bridge," "Here I am at Disneyland entrance," and on and on. About the only slides not starring Himself were a few blurry front-windshield shots of some LA freeways. This guy was my photographic antithesis. Here's an example of a "Here I am"/"Here we are" snapshot: "Here we are in front of ... " St. Isaac's Cathedral, St. Petersburg. In foreground are unidentified tourist and Fiance. I would think that the average tourist snaps a mix of scenes and personal verifications. My guess is that about 85-90 percent of the pictures from my latest trip were of scenes. Another class of tourist snapshot is the Our Crowd picture. This is usually taken at restaurants or bars, where several tour group members are shown in states of giddy excitement regarding the next round/course/entertainment. I suppose I've sounded a little snooty or even snotty here, but I tried not to. In recent years I've mellowed quite a bit. Tourist snapshots aren't High Art. Likely they aren't art at all. They're simply fun. What sorts of photos do you take while traveling? Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 16, 2005 | perma-link | (22) comments





Saturday, October 15, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * I've been putting up some postings recently rejoicing in what I take to be the fact that various groups have certain characteristics. (Here, here, here.) Some recent research suggests that I may be all wet. * Tatyana -- who's into design with a professional's knowledge and passion -- shares her reactions to some of New York's fanciest. * In so many ways a hard-headed skeptic, Razib 'fesses up to what he really believes in. * Are celebrities deliberately embarassing themselves with amateur sex tapes these days? (NSFW) * Whisky Prajer has been on a blogging rampage recently. (A "blogpage"? Does that work?) Here he responds to my recent drivelings about Christianity by linking to a number of his own religion-informed postings. Here he muses about James Bond. And he raves about crime novelist George Pelecanos and graphic-novel genius Frank Miller here. * The Communicatrix shares some hard-won (and, as always with Colleen, funny) wisdom about online dating. * Neil Kramer thinks that he's owed a refund for his college education. * Charles Siegel imagines what might result if Frank Gehry were invited to re-design D.C. * Thanks to Tyler Cowen, who points out a fascinating q&a with this year's Nobel winner, the game-theorist/behavioral-economist Thomas Schelling. Game theory and behavioral econ together? How is that possible? * Jill wonders why she feels the way she does about her man's roving eyes. * Judging from Total Film's list of the 50 best horror films, I have some major catching-up to do. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 15, 2005 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, October 13, 2005


Are You Seeing True Colors?
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I don't buy or subscribe to health magazines. Nor do I set the oven timer to remind me to flick on the Five O'Clock News' nightly "health specialist" segment. Given this state of blissful ignorance, what I'll describe here was real news to me, if not to you. The latest part to fall off the ol' jalopy was the lens in my right eye, thanks to a cataract that developed over the last year. The lens replacement took place a couple weeks ago, and I'll spare you the details. A few days ago I was flying from San Jose to Seattle, gazing out the window at the California Central Valley. Suddenly, I noticed something. Seen through my left eye, the fields and hills had a nice, warm, gold-tinted look. But my retooled right eye revealed a harsher, more blue-ish landscape. Which view was real? My guess was that since I was looking through some synthetic material in my right eye and good ol' protoplasm in my left, that nice golden view was the correct one. Wrong. Back at the clinic for my two-week post-op checkup I mentioned the difference in color vision. I was told that it was my right eye that was seeing true colors and the left one was providing a yellowish tinge due to age-related discoloration of the natural lens. All of which has gotten me to wonder what I've been taking in regarding the world, painted representations of it, and colored man-built objects over the years that my lenses were imperceptibly changing. And what about the paintings I've recently done or am working on -- have I distorted colors in them? As for the paintings, both the reality and the paints on the palette were equally distorted, so that is likely a non-issue. And regarding what I'd been seeing? Well, it was pleasant and in some respects nicer (that warm, golden tint) than the reality that it wasn't so very distant from. What's interesting is that by shutting one eye or the other, I now can get two different color-perceptions of the world about me. What about your color perception? Take a look at a sheet of white paper (typing or copier paper, not newsprint) over by a window. Do you see a stark white? Or is it a slightly mellow white? This test is pretty rough, but it might give you a clue. Later, Donald... posted by Donald at October 13, 2005 | perma-link | (15) comments





Friday, October 7, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Mike Hill, a born storyteller, recalls a friend who became a junkie. * Another born storyteller, ChelseaGirl, recalls the day she discovered that she's kinky. * Young guys should do themselves a favor and become regular readers of Jill's blog, Introspectre. It isn't as though Jill makes any sense out of what it's like to be a woman. Who can? But she's fearless about putting it all out there. * Nate Davis has been enjoying the writing of Jonathan Lethem. * Steve Bodio thinks that women might do well to avoid beauty products made in China. * 2Blowhards' very own naked model, Molly Crabapple, explains to the NYPress why she has quit Suicide Girls. * La Coquette wonders if she has become a fashion veec-teeem. * The book-crazy bloggers at Bookgasm don't confine themselves to what the serious mainstream outlets have dubbed "real literature." They aren't reading to impress, and they aren't writing to earn good grades from their English prof. They're more adventurous than that, writing about what books really are, as well as what turns them on: horror as well as classics, movie tie-ins and anthologies. * Hard to believe but apparently true: Nielsen reports that Americans are now watching more television than ever, up 12.5% from a decade ago. How is this even possible? How many hours are there in a day? * Alice thinks that parents should stop blaming videogames for their children's bad behavior and start accepting some of the responsibility for it themselves. * Shouting Thomas has a tip for record-it-yourself musicians. * Yahmdallah gets off some hilariously apt lines in an omnibus posting about seeing a number of films. Nice passage: So far I've deeply deeply loathed all of Jane Campion's films, and when I hate a director that much, it's almost like loving them. * DazeReader, blogging once again after a break, delivers a fascinating posting about a popular young web-porn starlet who has quit the business. Is she right to complain about the way she was treated, or should she count herself lucky to have done so well for herself? * CookieBitch made me laugh a lot with a posting about how men can get a little too comfy with their women. * Tyler Cowen wonders if we'll be seeing nonfiction books grow shorter and shorter. * What makes a melody a great one? Fred has a hunch. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 7, 2005 | perma-link | (10) comments





Wednesday, October 5, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Colby Cosh enjoyed "Serenity" -- but it ain't about to turn him into a Joss Whedon fanatic, dammit. Colby, as ever, gets off a number of energizing mini-rants in his posting. Here's my fave: Everywhere you look, movie theatres are either glitzy new installations with Taco Bell kiosks and stadium seating, or they are utterly neglected. Home cinema is the future. And somehow I suspect that this is not just because we will all soon have 50-inch high-definition TVs, but also because we can no longer stand to sit quietly near each other with our cell phones, our wireless laptops, and our iPods switched off. * Lynn Sislo, on the other hand, wasn't crazy about "Serenity." She links to a variety of other reactions to the movie here. I loved, by the way, the political self-description Lynn has written for her "About" page: "Disgusted with both Democrats and Republicans; haven't found a third party that doesn't creep me out even more than the Democrats and the Republicans." Hard to imagine summing it up better than that. * Rachel slips a welcome shiv into that self-adoring sillykins Naomi Wolf. * Jakob Nielsen's readers vote to choose the Top Ten Web Design Mistakes of 2005. Right at the top is my own pet peeve -- "bad fonts," by which most people mean "type that's too small." Yo, bloggers and web designers: Show a little pity. Not everyone has better-than-perfect vision. * MD does some of her incomparable verbal scene-painting, then turns to the Table of Contents of "Pere Goriot." * Yoga Journal's Alisa Bauman reports on studies indicating that yoga can not only increase strength and flexibility, but can increase lung capacity too. Some words of wisdom from one of Bauman's sources: "The best form of exercise is whatever you enjoy most and will continue to do on a regular, almost daily, basis." That's the real yoga attitude. * Bryan Caplan ventures a few thoughts about that fraught subject, IQ, John Zmirak dares to stand up for Bill Bennett, Theodore Dalrymple suspects that The Guardian is racist, and Steve Sailer faces down the entire staff of Slate (here and here). * Those rambuntious new girls and young women? A study from San Diego State concludes that they really are as uninhibited as they seem to be. * Music-listening addict Alan Little puts into words what so many have thought: Is what I want so very far-fetched? I want to be able to get anything that is currently or has ever been released. I dont care whether I get things from individual record labels or some kind of distributor, as long as I have a search engine that can easily and reliably find them. * Cowtown Pattie describes some of the bizarre ways your memory takes to having fun with you as you age. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 5, 2005 | perma-link | (10) comments





Sunday, October 2, 2005


Conductors You Can Count On
Donald Pittenger writes: Dear Blowhards -- I confess: I'm not a music guy. One less worry for Terry Teachout. Matter of fact, about all I can do musically is work (most of) the buttons on my compact CD player. And I'll take a pass on my career as a clarinetist in grade school and junior high. But why let trivial matters such as incompetence and incomprehension deter me from opinionating? You cant get your head chopped off if you dont stick your neck out -- right? Having dazzled you with my credentials, allow me to address the subject of classical music orchestras and the fact that the conductor, like a football coach, "sets the tone" as it were, and that some win more reliably than others. Actually, there's more at issue than conducting, and some of these other issues seem to be shaping the state of conducting today. I won't try to document it here, but over the last few decades I've noticed a parade of articles in newspapers and magazines stating the classical music appreciation has been experiencing a decline in America. Mostly this decline is measured by sales of classical music as a percentage of total recording sales (dropping, despite the fact that many new classical music recordings have been issued over the last 20-30 years) and the declining number of radio stations with a classical music programming format. As best I recall, these trends might be mitigated by the number of symphony orchestras in the country; surprisingly small places have boasted orchestras, including the 225,000-population county where I currently live. Another issue is the lack of new works entering the classical music canon. This is a huge subject offering grist for numerous Blowhards posts, so let me skirt the whys and wherefores and simply assert that the amount of classical music available for recorded or live performance has been nearly static, for practical purposes. So let's inventory: (1) lots of orchestras, (2) limited repertoire and (3) declining media presence in terms of radio play and sales. Now pretend you're a conductor with an orchestra, a recording contract and, yes, a huge ego. What to do? One option is to perform works in a traditional vein, assuming that advances in recording technology will make your output attractive to audiophiles who cringe at the thought of listening to re-mastered 1949 or even 1989 recordings. But that's just ... too easy. Besides, you're a genius, remember? No, the only serious option is to be creative. Do something different with those tired old compositions. Fiddle with the tempo a bit -- that'll wake up some of the audience. Better yet, after slowing down those allegros why not change the sound? Where brass predominated, cut that back and feature the woodwinds or strings. While at it, add or delete players from sections of the orchestra in order to enhance these emphasis changes. And this doesn't mean going back to that instruments-of-the-time-of-the-composer jazz -- that's old hat, and we're into new. Finally, there's... posted by Donald at October 2, 2005 | perma-link | (22) comments





Saturday, October 1, 2005


Food Prep
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Have I mentioned that The Wife and I are taking a cooking class? Three sessions only, but full evenings on each of three standard techniques: sauteeing, roasting, and grilling. Learn-how-to-cook-without-a-menu stuff that's basic enough for me but that's focused enough so that The Wife (already an excellent home chef) is picking up some tips too. A fun and sexy activity. (Hey single guys: take cooking classes!) And, I'm finding, an amazingly engrossing one. I like food, I'm interested in nutrition and health, and the Wife long ago drew me into eating and dining as an orgiastic art adventure. Yet until a couple of months ago, I never found the idea of preparing food appealing. Digging in? Sure! But preparing the stuff? I was perfectly happy making my contribution by washing up and taking out the trash. Yet here I am today, squeezing veggies, scraping up pan drippings, and strolling with a critical eye around William-Sonoma. Who knows why our interests turn these corners? In any case, I'm finding the whole food-preparation thing very enjoyable. What's not to love? You use your body, your brain, and your senses; you experience the craft pleasure of making something; and then you get to eat it. Now that's a rewarding artform. A completely unexpected consequence is that I've lost a few pounds. Celebrity chefs may tend to the chubby, but I'm a little sleeker than I once was. At first I was baffled. Could those ab exercises I've been doing four times a week really be having such a dramatic effect? Then it occurred to me: It was the cooking. Involve yourself in food as creation and pleasure rather than as easy-to-grab fuel or convenient entertainment -- really pay attention to it -- and you simply don't need as much of it. Preparing a dish -- I'm a long way yet from being able to prepare an entire meal -- turns out to be a major food pleasure in its own right. Shopping, sniffing, tasting, and playing-with food provide a lot of sensory payoffs and creative satisfactions even before you commence with the chowing down. Hmm, I wonder if I'm discovering the food-and-eating equivalent of the difference between "making love" and "just boffing away" ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 1, 2005 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, September 28, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Austrian economics biggie Peter Boettke denounces scientism among economists, and cheers to that. * Avian bird flu? Cholesterol? Global warming? Stephen Bodio thinks that we shouldn't forget to worry about malaria too. * Tosy and Cosh enjoys "Crash," and dares to wonder if Tony Danza might be an underrated actor. * Few bloggers generate as many terrific sentences as does Alice in Texas. Even so, this one struck me as especially superterrific: "What Westerners need to do is learn to recognise the difference between genuine human sympathy and patronising emotional parisitism." * Scott Esposito and Dave Munger respond very thoughtfully to a posting I wrote a while back about the future of long prose narratives. * Fred Himebaugh checks out a Fritz Lang sci-fi movie I'd never even heard of. It doesn't sound like much of a find, but still: It's a Fritz Lang. * JVC Comments wonders what kind of sense it makes for him to send his alma mater a donation when its endowment is huge and its president is being paid a fortune. * Magazines about everything and for everyone: Total180!, the magazine for the career woman turned stay-at-home mom. * Steve Sailer has some fun with an especially idiotic Times of London piece. * Is there any reason not to consider hot rods a wonderful American folk art? Shouting Thomas visits a huge hot-rodding get-together, the East Coast Nationals, and posts some photos of the event here. * The Communicatrix blogs amusingly and touchingly about one of those who-hasn't-experienced-it moments -- what it's like to find yourself amidst a heap of hard-to-get-rid-of personal junk. * Most readers think of books as by nature more serious, and certainly more reliable, than magazines and newspapers. In actual fact, many magazines and newspapers employ teams of reporters, fact checkers, and lawyers -- and are often pretty scrupulous about running corrections. Meanwhile, nearly all book publishers assume that factual accuracy is the sole responsibility of a given book's author. Nora Krug lays out the, er, hard facts. You may never look at books in the same trusting way again. * Brian Micklethwait wishes he could get his camera to bring out the details in skies and clouds the way that John Constable could get paint to do. * Howard Finberg notices a new study reporting that Americans spend nearly two-thirds of the typical day interacting with one medium or another. "We spend more time with media than eating, sleeping or any other activity," writes Finberg. * Perhaps they're recovering from drinking too much Fosters? Last year, more Australian men practiced yoga than played a game of Australian Rules football. * An extra on the DVD of Tarkovksy's "Solaris" prompts some lovely musings from Robert Nagle. * The film producer Samuel Goldwyn was famous for the inspired way he mangled English. Here's a page of some of the very best Goldwynisms. * Who'd have thought there would be a market for these products? *... posted by Michael at September 28, 2005 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, September 21, 2005


Tough Times
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- The last few days have brought some sad news in blogger-land: I was sorry to learn that Neil Kramer's dad has suffered a bad health blow, and I'm sorry as well to read that Alan Sullivan's recent health prognoses haven't been the good ones his fans have cheered for. (I'm very happy and moved that Alan has decided to continue blogging.) In their very different ways, Neil and Alan both contribute -- voluntarily -- a lot of sparkle and beauty to the blog-o-verse, this amazing new meta-medium. A sad fact of life: Generosity and pleasure take place, when they do, against a dark-toned backdrop. So why not click over to Neil's place and to Alan's place, and convey some good wishes? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 21, 2005 | perma-link | (0) comments





Tuesday, September 20, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Much of the time I watch new cultural/technological developments with bewilderment and pity. But sometimes I do wish I were a kid again. * Randy Sparkman writes a touching tribute to the recently-deceased country fiddlin' giant Vassar Clements. * Will Europe be able to revive its fortunes? Joel Kotkin isn't cheerful. * A while ago, I mentioned a Boston Review piece about why the American middle class is hurtin'. It's now online, here. * Although I'm a Tantric-sex fan myself, Jill's stories about a charismatic, Tantra-obsessed Swami she once worked for made me laugh a lot. * Go here to meet this year's MacArthur Foundation geniuses. (Link thanks to Marginal Revolution.) * There may be such a thing as having too flexible a spine for your own good. (NSFW) * Can anyone really be as good a shot as this guy appears to be? * Thanks to a commenter at ChaiTeaLatte, I discovered this retina-boggling optical illusion. For the life of me, I can't persuade my eyeballs that none of the lines in the figure are twisty. * The ladies have their own NSFW needs, don't they? Here's a pre-Jen, pre-Angelina and very buff Brad, from a visit he made with Gwynnie to St. Barth's. * Any opinions about whether the contours of this elegant-looking device would suit the device's intended purpose? Or do we have here yet another example of form trumping function? (NSFW, probably.) * Hi mom! Hi dad! Summer camp was really fun! (NSFW) * The well-known animator Uli Meyer is a blogger. * There's poetry in the casual and easy elegance of these drawings by Laurent Beauvallet. Blogging as a way of keeping an online sketchbook -- what a wonderful idea. * BCRBoy and Capitalist Worker wonder why the diversity-o-crats aren't celebrating how well Asian-Americans are doing at UC Berkeley. * Sluggo does audioblogging: Mike Hill posts a rarity -- a recording of Rostropovich and the American National Orchestra in Moscow, doing "Stars and Stripes Forever." And doesn't the performance just kick ass! Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 20, 2005 | perma-link | (24) comments





Thursday, September 15, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The merry-and-witty (yet passionate) Alice is blogging again, here and here. Recently Alice has been attending a Quentin Tarantino-sponsored film festival in Austin. Alice wrote about "Kill Bill" for us not long ago. * Can it really be so? Supermodel caught using drugs. * Well done! * A PBS special about Willa Cather has MD reminiscing about her own childhood in the Midwest. MD has one of the most melodious voices in the blogosphere, IMHO. In this posting, she asks a perennial (and perennially-good) question: "Baby boomers! Is there nothing they can't ruin?" * Neil and his ex are trying to figure out what it means to dress "California Casual." * Jill surprises her lucky fella with a morning treat. * Here's a blog devoted entirely to tips about how to make the best use of Gmail. * Google for Blogs. * Dude, I mean it. Sometimes she just isn't in the mood. * Even if we re-build New Orleans, will the kind of life a city needs in order to be, well, a living city really return? Tyler Cowen isn't cheerful. * Amy Gahran celebrates the first anniversary of Rathergate. * Colin Farrell: hard-drinking tough-guy, or posh mama's boy? In either case, the lucky sod has been dating Elle Macpherson. * Meanwhile, in the kitchens of condos all over this fair land ... (NSFW) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 15, 2005 | perma-link | (12) comments





Monday, September 12, 2005


Fact for the Day
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- The largest university in America must be one of those gigantic State U.'s, right? Iowa, Florida, maybe Nevada. Huge places, funded by government money, located where land is cheap, and awash in herds of eager 18-22 year olds. In fact, reports The Economist, the U.S.'s biggest university has 239 separate campuses and 280,000 students. It's the for-profit University of Phoenix, where working adults make up 95% of the students. Interesting as well to learn that, big as it is, the U. of P. is dwarfed in size by a school in Turkey: Anadolu University, which enrolls 530,000 students. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 12, 2005 | perma-link | (7) comments





Sunday, September 11, 2005


Dog Lovers
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Do you remember the San Francisco dog-mauling case? In 2001, a young San Francisco woman named Diane Whipple was killed by two of her neighbors' dogs. The dog's owners were an oddball couple -- both lawyers -- who seemed not only unapologetic but to do their best to make everyone in the country hate them. They were so unrepentant and self-absorbed that they seemed to consider themselves the incident's true victims. Both were convicted of manslaughter; the woman, Marjorie Knoller, was convicted of 2nd degree murder as well, although that conviction was later thrown out on appeal. Both have served their sentences and are now out of jail and on probation. Just the thing for city living The Wife and I were transfixed by a recent "American Justice" hour about the case. Poor Diane Whipple, of course; she was bitten 77 times and died at 33 years old. And gigantic curses on all irresponsible pet owners. New York City is full of idiot dog-owners unworthy of their animals, let alone of basic membership in a civilized society. One of them lives in the apartment next to ours. The Wife and I routinely hear him screaming, screaming at his dachsunds -- and that's "routinely" as in several times a day, every day. Should we call the authorities? We don't know. Whenever we see them, the dogs seem so cheerful that we figure they must enjoy tormenting and provoking their human. But we were especially fascinated by information about Knoller and her husband Robert Noel. The two had adopted a 38-year-old San Quentin inmate known as "Cornfed" -- in prison on a life sentence -- as their son, for instance, and were in business with him illegally, breeding and selling Presa Canarios, monster 120 pound mastiffs that are widely known to be vicious; they're banned in some European countries. The two dogs that killed Diane Whipple were Knoller and Noel's own Presa Canarios. Knoller and Noel were fully aware of how dangerous the dogs can be; the website set up to sell the dogs they were breeding was called "Dog 'O War." The "American Justice" team did a first-class job telling the sad story, as well as hinting at how bizarre Knoller and Noel are. Surfing the Web later, I learned a bit more about the couple. For instance, Knoller and Noel kept their dogs drugged up on a variety of medications. And, although Knoller is Jewish and Noelle had converted to Judaism, the prisoner they adopted together is a white-supremacist, Aryan Nation kinda guy. Funnest fact: according to Cathy Seipp, there's evidence that the couple had sex with their dogs. San Francisco: despite its beauty and its cultural attactions, what a strange, creepy, and frightening place it often strikes me as being ... Cathy Seipp blogs very entertainingly here. Here's a book about the case. Here's a very involved page about the case. Here's Court TV's ongoing web coverage of the case. I learned here... posted by Michael at September 11, 2005 | perma-link | (11) comments





Thursday, September 8, 2005


Burlesque Benefit Tonight
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A reminder that a must-see burlesque benefit is being thrown tonight in Williamsburg. A good cause. Saucy performers. Raffles and prizes, including some by 2Blowhards' very own "Confessions of a Naked Model" correspondent Molly Crabapple. The details: Date: Thursday evening, Sept. 8 Time: 10 pm Place: The Lucky Cat Lounge in Williamsburg 245 Grand St. (Between Driggs and Roebling) Price: Cheap, cheap, cheap! Boobies and buttskis; fans and boas; g-strings and tassles; and lots of po-mo attitude. Why resist temptation? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 8, 2005 | perma-link | (1) comments





Wednesday, September 7, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Stephen Bodio writes an informative, well-arted posting about early rock art from Kazakhstan, and posts about what it's like to share a life with "primitive" breeds of dog. Guest poster Reid Farmer tells some unexpected tales about the Cherokees. * Thanks to Attu, who points out this entertaining Wikipedia list of films ranked according to the frequency that the word "fuck" is used in them. * Congrats to Lynn Sislo, whose blog was recently crowned Best Okie Culture Blog. Lynn rants entertainingly about how certain serious-music composers really ought to get a grip. * Edwin Rubenstein looks at the numbers and concludes that out-of-control immigration is contributing to recent bad economic news. * John Massengale thinks that some bigtime architects have disgraced themselves with their responses to Katrina's destruction. * Do celebs who go out in bikinis imagine that they're not going to be ambushed by the paparazzi? (Seemed SFW to me, but my office may be different than yours.) * Arnold Kling thinks Malcolm Gladwell's healthcare musings need some stern correction. And Arnold kicks off a fun discussion about who deserves to be considered the most influential of all economists. * Now 70, Donald Sutherland tells John Patterson some nifty anecdotes. * There's something about a girl and a snake ... * Tyler Cowen and Alan Wolfe both think that Barbara Ehrenreich's new book is a let-down. * Alex Tabarrok wrestles with some Jonathan Kozol arguments about public and private schooling. FWIW, I spent a little time with Kozol years ago and came away with the impression that he's quite brilliant and quite mad. * Chelsea Girl sees no reason why political disagreements should get in the way of hot sex. I discovered the snazzy writing of Chelsea Girl thanks to Jill, who has been squirming contentedly herself. * The online arts magazine Jerry Jazz Musician asks Terry Teachout about Louis Armstrong, the subject of Terry's next book. * Eloise suspects that people who are picky about the political correctness of those they buy from must have a hard time buying anything at all. * Shanti recalls some fraught and unkind moments from her primary-school years. * This list of the top-grossing movies of all times in inflation-adjusted dollars doesn't include as many recent films as you might expect. * Margot Kidder -- homeless and crazy no longer -- talks to the Guardian about her very public breakdown. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 7, 2005 | perma-link | (7) comments





Friday, September 2, 2005


The Fat Man Lives
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- We interrupt our usual programming with a piece of good news that has emerged amidst all the devastation: New Orleans R&B legend Fats Domino, who was feared missing in the terrible flooding, has made it through. * Fats' very first record -- "The Fat Man," in 1949 -- is sometimes called the very first rock and roll recording. * It was through Fats' music that much of America first heard the New Orleans sound. * For those who haven't yet had the pleasure: Hop to! You might start with this bargain beauty of a CD. * Despite being a shy man who'd just as soon stay at home with friends and cook gumbo, Fats sold more records than any other '50s rock and roll figure but Elvis. * Here's a wonderful Rick Coleman list of 70 things that make Fats great. A few of them: 6. Fats was born in a shotgun house in the Ninth Ward of New Orleans ... Today, he lives in a (newly-remodeled, hump-backed, double) shotgun house in the Ninth Ward with the word "FATS" proudly blazing across the front. 27. Fats is a master of lyrical minimalism -- "Ain't That A Shame" has less than three dozen different words, "Whole Lotta Lovin'" less than two dozen; "Hey! La Bas Boogie" has only six French Creole words, and no one is quite sure what they mean! 42. He's a great cook, with two flavors designed to fit either taste: very spicy-hot, or yeoowwwwwwww! * Here's a nice USA Today visit with Fats, from 2002. * The jazz critic Tom Piazza (this is a terrific collection of reviews and recommendations) once told me about seeing Fats bring down the house at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival: "And in the middle of the final song, Fats stood up from his piano and, using his belly, he pushed that piano all the way across the stage. That was a big stage. And that was a grand piano!" * Here's Fats' own website. Sniffling with relief and gratitude, Michael... posted by Michael at September 2, 2005 | perma-link | (3) comments





Thursday, September 1, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * John Massengale highlights a couple of obscenely awful new building proposals. Terry Teachout thinks that the new MOMA might as well be a shopping mall. The Guardian reports on a neighborhood in Malmo, Sweden, that has the design and architecture worlds a-twitter. * Kris wouldn't mind a cigarette. * Robert Altman's rambling line of artist-director baloney never fails to entrance me. Here's a nice passage from a recent interview with him: I often wish I could make a new film and have it come out without my signature on it so that the critics couldn't open up and say, 'Well. This certainly wasn't Nashville.' But that's what happens - you get compared to yourself because you are yourself and, ultimately, so what? Indeed! * Zen-monk poet/troubador of depression Leonard Cohen is almost broke, evidently robbed of millions of dollars by his personal manager. Hmm: I just remembered that Cohen did the music for my favorite movie, Altman's "McCabe & Mrs. Miller." * Neil Kramer opts for clitoral stimulation. * Connoisseurs of far-out movies will want to waste a lot of time at Exploitation Retrospect. * Essential skimming, at least for a certain set of film nuts: this page devoted to the nutcase-genius, ever-over-the-top German actor Klaus Kinski. Kinski's autobiography is pretty essential in its own right. It's one of the most whacked-out actor autobiographies ever written, more a riveting pornographic performance piece than a work of nonfiction. That's a recommendation, by the way. * Jill discovers an efficient way to relieve anxiety. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 1, 2005 | perma-link | (6) comments





Tuesday, August 30, 2005


Eat Little, Live Longer?
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Have you been feeling as though you ought to commit to drastically restricting the calories you take in? After all, don't you owe it to yourself to live to 125? Yet -- hard to know exactly why -- there's something about eating like a mouse that doesn't appeal ... A couple of scientists have just delivered some good/bad news that you may find interesting. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 30, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments





Wednesday, August 24, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * John Massengale has been watching some movies. Who needs Anthony Lane? * Now that I've read George Hunka's posting about it, I'm eager to see "The Aristorcrats," a new documentary about the dirtiest joke ever told. * Does GDP do a good job of measuring economic well-being? Lots of people have pointed out flaws. Here's a new one on me. Anthony Mueller argues that what's really wrong with GDP is something very basic: GDP is itself a function of the armed-for-war welfare state. * Is your corporate boss a psychopath? * Evan Kirchoff's evocation of a some time spent with a PT Cruiser may be a classic. * Thanks to Michael Gates for pointing out this cheerfully gruesome Flash animation set to The Beatles' "Maxwell's Silver Hammer." * Some people have become very creative with their tattoos ... (NSFW) * Shame-Ridden Disgrace confesses that he finds the spectacle of naked chicks wrestling surprisingly sexy. Dr. Photo asks, Who needs silicone if you've got Photoshop? (NSFW) * Thanks to Quiet Bubble for pointing out this amusing Ruminator interview with the wisecracking Fran Lebowitz. * John McWhorter thinks that the urban riots of the '60s aren't anything to celebrate. * The talented young designer Yuko Kondo reminds me of Peter Max crossed with Tadanori Yokoo. * Six Muslim women living in Germany have been killed recently by their families for the crime of trying to act like free Western women. Randall Parker comments. * It's not as though the U.S. is the only place on the planet that has tolerated slavery. Razib brings us up to date on the history of Islam and slavery. * Jim Kalb suspects that Islam may be very well-suited to the part of the world where it flourishes. * Here's a long q&a with happiness economist Richard Layard. * Thanks to Shouting Thomas for pointing out this funny and oh-so-true Hog on Ice posting about the glories of men. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 24, 2005 | perma-link | (4) comments





Tuesday, August 23, 2005


Random Visual Attack 4
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Like zillions of other digital-photography amateurs, I've discovered the joys of the "Macro" setting. My little Kodak seems to be able to focus down to about one inch. Here's a sophisticated abstract composition -- er, actually a lucky closeup of some bookjacket or other. Nice glare! Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 23, 2005 | perma-link | (10) comments




Random Visual Attack 3
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Not too long ago, The Wife and I visited the Florida Panhandle. The Panhandle is the location of the legendary New Urbanist town Seaside, but it's more generally known as "the Redneck Riviera," and it's very Britney Spears, if you know what I mean. We did our best to live the life. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 23, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments




Random Visual Attack 2
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- From a visit to Graceland, here's The King's Hall of Gold Records. It looks a bit like "The Matrix" to me. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 23, 2005 | perma-link | (6) comments




Random Visual Attack 1
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- It doesn't take much encouragement to get me to inflict more of my bad photographs on visitors! Here's a shot of backlit leaves and flowers -- very Victorian, no? Would you have guessed that this photo was taken in Manhattan? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 23, 2005 | perma-link | (4) comments




Hometown USA
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A pure-self-indulgence posting: a couple of images from a recent visit to the town in western New York state where I grew up -- more a branch of the midwest than a suburb of the northeast. Who says smalltown America doesn't really exist? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 23, 2005 | perma-link | (26) comments





Thursday, August 18, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * According to some estimates, by mid-2006 95% of all email will be spam. Judging by my 2Blowhards emailbox, that prediction may not be downbeat enough. * Thanks to Bluewyvern, who turned up a blog devoted to the snazziest color photographs from Flickr. Retina-searing stuff. * Nothing's more beautiful than Mother Nature at her best. But sometimes computer-enhanced is pretty amusing it its own right. * Thanks to Arnold Kling, who pointed out a new blog run by some prominent Austrian-school economists. * The Wall Street Journal's Tunku Varadarajan turns in a an urbane piece comparing English eccentricity to American exhibitionism. * Neil is in the market for some new friends. * The Communicatrix finally has that font-management problem licked. * Those who can't get enough of the evolution-vs.-Intelligent-Design wars should enjoy Frederick Turner's recent TCS piece. * Tacky old popular culture never dies, it just goes online. Here's the website for sea monkeys. Here's the website for bodybuilder Charles Atlas. * I'm not sure whether this new form of yoga would do more to ease tension or to create it. (NSFW.) * Here's a college-newspaper article I wish I'd run across during my college days. * Penises! Some days it seems like they're everywhere. (Thanks to Andrew for these finds.) And Jill writes some penis-centric words that many men would love to hear spoken. Time for the audiobook version of Jill's blog? * Here's some eyeball-popping art from a brilliant English street artist. * And just as eyeball-popping is this blog devoted to hyper-muscular chicks. * Here's what can happen if you charge too little for used iBooks. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 18, 2005 | perma-link | (7) comments





Friday, August 12, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Apologies for blizzarding you with links, but I'm just back after a few weeks away and can't resist pigging out on good, fresh web-stuff. Yee-hah. * We're all for piecemeal, small-scale ways of proceeding around here. Which means that those handful of largescale developments that genuinely work -- Rockefeller Center, Haussmann's remake of Paris -- can be especially fun to puzzle over. I spent a dreamy half-hour poring over this page, where Cyburbia's Ablarc has posted a lot of beautiful photographs of (and smart comments about) Haussmann's Paris. * The gang at Stephen Bodio's blog isn't expressing a lot of enthusiasm about that much-hyped documentary "March of the Penguins." I got a lot out of Stephen's posting about some of the authors who have influenced him too. * Dixie-dwellin' Randy Sparkman remembers what Elvis meant, not just to Southerners but to other musicians too. * MD visits her old Iowa stomping grounds and is moved by the countryside's beauty, as well as by some excellent sweet corn. * Larry Ayers' posting raises the eternal question: What would a man do if he didn't have a woman to tease? * Visiting New York City soon? Terry Teachout has some shows to recommend. * Mike Hill is feeling old: He can remember home deliveries of seltzer water. I'm feeling old myself: I can remember home deliveries of milk. (UPDATE: Heavens, home delivery of milk can still be had.) * Steven Wolfhard has a very charming drawing style. It's probably a hard-won, polished kind of casual-seeming style, though: Steven's a recent graduate of an animation program. * Thanks to Tatyana, who alerted me to this sly and sexy posting about the movie "Secretary." (FvB blogged about "Secretary" here; I expressed envy of James Spader here.) * Perhaps the moment has come to bow down before the penis-God. * Lexington Green's list of what he read in the second quarter of 2005 is an impressive one. It's also fun to read in its own right: Who else do you know who goes through (and enjoys) not just a lot of military history but also "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and "Ravelstein"? I chuckled when I noticed that it took Lexington more than a year to make it through Henry James' "Princess Casamassima" -- that's about how fast I read Henry James too. Are the ChicagoBoyz deliberately doing more cultural blogging? Cheers to that. * Thanks to Dave Lull, who points out this terrific Robert Birnbaum interview with the invaluable Camille Paglia. Birnbaum's own site -- where surfers can enjoy tons of in-depth interviews with authors -- is here. * Why do so many architects fail to understand what a hostile face blank walls present to the public? David Sucher gives a fast lesson in what makes good and bad urbanism. Hey architects, hey builders, hey developers: While making great architecture may be ineffably difficult, being a good neighbor just ain't that complicated. So why not make your aims a little... posted by Michael at August 12, 2005 | perma-link | (16) comments





Wednesday, August 10, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The Communicatrix tried something radical at a recent commercial audition -- being herself. * Scott Chaffin explains how it's possible to mistrust the major media outlets and yet love your local newspaper. * Johnny Virgil sits down to eat a quick lunch. An ad in Readers Digest catches his eye ... * The only woman Helmut Newton was in awe of, reports his wife, was Margaret Thatcher. * A new Pew survey reveals that teens prefer instant messaging to email. IM is for friends; email is for communicating with institutions and old folks. * More key information about differences between the sexes: 71 percent of men read while on the can, but only 56 percent of women do. Cute word for such reading material: "Shiterature." * In his previous blog, James Russell showed edge, humor, taste, and brains -- a true filmbuff combo. After a break, he's returned with a new blog. No movie commentary, just photoblogging. It's fun to see that James hasn't shaken the filmbuff out of himself; some of his photos are images of film festivals. * Many in the modern West think of art as something special and of artists as beings apart. In this excerpt from his new book, John Carey spells out where these rather peculiar ideas and assumptions come from. * Graeme Hunter suspects that multiculturalism will always and inevitably lead to a general blanding-down of culture. * Keep this fact from your boss: Many people do their blog-reading while at work! Lynn Sislo confesses that, back in the day, she spent many of her own at-work hours playing computer Mah-Jongg. * Randall Parker lambastes GWBush for his insane stance on Mexican immigration. Great passage: I'm old enough to remember when it was considered a good thing and a sign of much desired progress when all classes of workers experienced rising salaries. Now a sitting President can organize a massive campaign to import millions of foreign workers to drive down native salaries and especially salaries of the poorest citizens. Times change. * James Kunstler thinks that the Bush economy is a fabrication based on hallucinations and dreams. * Blogsurfing junkies should enjoy exploring Forbes magazine's pretty-extensive Best of the Blogosphere. * Whether blogging about culture or politics, Brian Micklethwait has always been a model of modesty, intelligence, open-mindedness, and affability. So it's good to see that he's begun doing some more personal blogging too. * Is the Wiki vision a little bit too utopian? * Let's hear it for chicks feeling free to explore their physical potential. Color me impressed, if not exactly enthusiastic ... (NSFW) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 10, 2005 | perma-link | (20) comments





Sunday, August 7, 2005


The Hot Tub Way of Wisdom
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I've been vacationing in California, where culture has been a matter of walks by the ocean; avoiding the news; Bikram yoga classes; being picky about sunsets, wine, and fish; and taking a daily hot tub. After two weeks of adherence to this rigorous discipline, I'm left wondering: "Tension"? What's "tension"? Which, of course, is the much of the point of spending a vacation in Calilfornia. As I was lolling in the hot tub earlier this evening, gazing out over the ocean and mingling my thoughts with the Pacific sunset, my mind drifted off into hazy musings about what I might write for the blog. A challenge! "No tension remaining anywhere in me" equals not just "Bliss" but also "Not much to say," after all. Then a very California blogging idea occurred to me: to dodge the coming-up-with-something-new burden by passing along links to postings that Friedrich von B and I have written over the years about the whole California thang. Not that we're experts or anything, but we each have our connections to the place. FvB has been a California resident for a couple of decades; I've been a regular visitor since the '70s, and am married to a six-foot blonde CA native. * Friedrich von B. celebrates the California woman. * FvB recommends a Peter Theroux book about L.A. * FvB wonders if a California initiative to reduce school class sizes was worth the expense. * FvB confesses that he's been known to break the California speed limit. * FvB muses about that eccchht-California building material, stucco. * FvB visits an exhibition of photographs by Ansel Adams. * FvB thinks L.A. is heaven on earth for those with a taste for the sublime. * FvB visits San Simeon and wonders about William Randolph Hearst's parents. * FvB visits Simon Rodia's legendary Watts Towers. * FvB notices that a couple of California inmate-artists are making paintings -- and they aren't abstract paintings. * FvB thinks the California education establishment has a lot to answer for. * FvB reviews some of the ways large-scale Mexican immigration is changing California. He gnaws on the subject some more here. * FvB raves about the cloudscapes that sometimes gather above L.A. * Michael B. wonders why the literature of the West isn't more widely-known than it is. * MB thinks that there's a lot to be learned from Santa Barbara's carparks. * MB semi-enjoys Kem Nunn's surf-noir novel "Tapping the Source," and then uses the book as an excuse to bitch about the excessive emphasis the lit world places on "the writin'." * MB enjoys the paintings of California legend John Baldessari. * MB praises the informal architecture of an out-of-the-way Santa Barbara Mexican restaurant. * Michael B. visits California, Thinks Large Thoughts, and suspects he's a born Vedantist. * MB falls hard for Bikram yoga. * Michael B. fails to become a surfer. Now, please excuse me for a bit. I've been called to the next room.... posted by Michael at August 7, 2005 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, July 28, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Illustration Friday -- what a great idea for an illustrators' website. A theme is announced once a week. Then, every Friday, illustrators from all over the world link to the visuals they've created in response to the week's theme. There's much in the way of amusement and bliss to be experienced in surfing these links. God bless self-motivated talents, eh? * Broadcasting and Cable's J. Max Robins says that he's never seen the TV news business in such a state of disarray. * I loved the French director Olivier Assayas' recent cyberthriller "Demonlover." (Fair warning: Lots of people considered the movie a pretentious bore.) It turns out that Assayas can write about movies as well as he can make them. He started out as a film critic, and in the Telegraph he offers a lovely and clear-eyed appreciation of the work of the great German filmmaker (and Friedrich von Blowhard fave) Fritz Lang. * Sony laid out a lot of payola to turn cuts by J. Lo and Jessica Simpson into hits. Now Sony is having to fork over yet more -- a $10 million fine. Small question: Who the hell is Jessica Simpson, and why should anyone care about her? (Link thanks to ChicagoBoyz's Mitch Townsend.) * I always want to spit when a critic comes out with the kind of over-large, over-categorical judgment that some critics can't resist: "Such-and-such is the best novel of 2004," for instance. Earth to critics: Since no one has read (or will ever read) every novel published in 2004, please do us all a favor by speaking a little more modestly. There is more to the arts than anyone shall ever know. Speaking of which, here's an amazing collection of photographs of Chinese watermelon carving. I know nothing whatsoever about the artform, but color me impressed and delighted. * Plum has just about had it with the whole low-rise jeans thing. Plum is quite something. Her list of "100 Things You Don't Need to Read" is funny in itself; it also comes together as a cute and fast autobiography. My fave entry on Plum's list: "I have a crappy memory. If I don't write stuff down, I forget it when I see something shiny." #77's a winner too: "I worked in an art gallery when I got out of college, even though it meant I had to eat ramen." There's more life in this collection of short confessions than there is in some literary novels I've read. Plum seems to be one of those amazingly rambunctious and uninhibited young women it's hard not to notice these days. She's also a spirited, sweet, and funny blogger. (California-bred and now living in Pittsburgh, Plum writes a plaintive and touching little posting entitled "Fuck Winter! Fuck Winter Right in the Ear!") The mostly-gal crowd that visits Plum's blog is sweet, foul-mouthed, and funny too. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 28, 2005 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, July 21, 2005


Yoga Notes
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Alan Little explains something key about yoga that many people -- including many people taking yoga classes -- aren't aware of: The practice of the physical postures (the "asanas") is only one part of what yoga is. Me, I'm an enthusiastic novice. Alan's a serious -- even scholarly -- yogadude. BTW, that Patanjali fellow Alan mentions? One of the fathers of yoga philosophy, and a major genius. Yoga philosophy, like the Indian school of philosophy known as Vedanta, makes me completely happy -- as well as completely happy to leave all Western philosophy behind. * Yoga classes in my neighborhood average at least 3/4 women. (Singleguys-eager-to-meet-chicks: Why aren't you taking yoga?) Felicia Tomasko asks, Is yoga different for men? Her general thesis: Yoga is a practice that creates more of a state of vulnerability, according to Miller. He, along with other teachers, hypothesizes that women tend to naturally have an easier time with the emotional vulnerability inherent in yoga practice. Miller finds that yoga practice, particularly the challenging forms like the ashtanga he teaches, is transformative by nature. The practitioner then has to navigate unfamiliar territory and states of being. While these were values supported culturally during the development of yoga, Western cultural ideas do not support male vulnerability. OK, so maybe that's why a lot of singleguys aren't taking yoga ... Still: Wusses. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 21, 2005 | perma-link | (22) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Excellent casting! * Thanks to Michael Gates for pointing out this beautiful satellite image of Niagara Falls. I don't think I've mentioned recently what a pleasure Michael's blog is, by the way. Michael has a deep interest in words and poetry, and takes wonderful verbal shapshots of moments that catch his eye -- they're haiku-ish prose poems. He's curious about the world, and he's OK with not knowing everything. Michael's brain inhabits a space I love visiting. * The most to-the-point commentary about the proposed "Freedom Tower" at the WTC comes from James Kunstler. * Michael Bierut writes a heartfelt and wonderful appreciation of Moss Hart's heartfelt and wonderful theater memoir, "Act One." * It seems that uncool -- or maybe noncool -- is the new cool. * Arnold Kling takes a mature look at what might be done to relieve African poverty. * For websurfers of a certain ilk, running across an open directory is kind of like striking gold, right? * John Horn's LA Times visit with uber-meatball film director Michael Bay is one to be savored. I cracked wise about a Bay movie here, and I linked to another profile of Bay here. I ain't gonna miss Bay's new movie, "The Island," are you? I'm sure it's almost as much fun as a demolition derby. Ka-boom! * Scott Esposito recalls the days when he thought authors were glamorous and rich. * Let's welcome Bluewyvern to the blogosphere. She has a very likable and confident voice, and she has been having energetic fun with her links. Unlike us oldies, who are forever struggling with the blogging medium, Bluewyvern seems like a natural. She has a freeform multimedia mind, but she can still focus. * All that talk about edible meat being grown in a Petri dish? Alex Tabarrok wonders what we'll call people who eat in-vitro meat but not animal-grown meat. Stephen Bodio thinks that everyone's been forgetting the most important question: How will it taste? * Tyler Cowen suspects that Hollywood's current business doldrums aren't merely cylical. * Kinky Friedman -- musician, detective novelist, and self-proclaimed "Texas Jewboy" -- wants to run for Texas governor. His campaign planks include abolishing political correctness, and (even better) "de-wussification." Enough: I'm on board. * I can't find fault with Shouting Thomas's political point of view either: "The American middle class way of life is great! There is nothing better. Enjoy it!" My own political philosophy, it recently occurred to me, boils down to, "First do no harm." * Marriage can be a challenge even when the two of you finally agree to get more sexually adventurous. (No images, but still NSFW.) * Ariel Levy's memoir about the ineffable Andrea Dworkin is a gem. A highlight of the piece is the revelation that -- although she made a loud point of proclaiming her lesbianism -- no one ever knew Dworkin to have an actual affair with a woman. Am I wrong in thinking that... posted by Michael at July 21, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, July 20, 2005


Reasons I'm Not ...
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Dodging all question of brains and talent ... * The reason I'm not a philosopher is that much of what I want from philosphy is trustworthy life advice. * The reason I'm not an economist is that I spend zero time marveling that people aren't economically rational. I start with the conviction that people are multidimensional and often confused beings, and I marvel that they ever do manage to act in economically rational ways. * The reason I'm not a Literary Theorist is that what interests me lots more than my own thought processes is the experience of the arts as they're actually lived. * The reason I'm not a photographer is that photographic possibilities leap out at me only after I put the camera away. When I actually do have a camera in hand, no good ideas for photos ever, ever occur to me. See also: Life's Cruel Ironies. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 20, 2005 | perma-link | (7) comments





Friday, July 15, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Are graphic designers a bunch of drama queens? If not, then why don't they focus more on creating timeless designs? * I haven't yet been hooked by Patrick O'Brian's novels, but I sure enjoyed reading Larry Ayer's account of how he became an O'Brian addict. * Thanks to Vdare's Brenda Walker for linking to this startling Christian Science Monitor piece about radical Islam in Britain. "This young man initially tried to upset his parents by becoming a rapper," says [one source.] "But when his parents stopped objecting, he became a jihadi instead." * Randall Parker is alarmed by the news that Islamic extremists are seeking recruits on British campuses. * Tech Central Station's Sandy Swarc says that dieting may be the worst thing an overweight person can do for his/her health. * Cameraphones and thongs are evidently one of those marriages that were always meant to be. (NSFW, as if you couldn't guess.) * I'm a big fan of the idea of graphic novels. Why shouldn't on-the-page-fiction have visuals too? But in actual fact, I've enjoyed relatively few of the graphic novels I've read. (I do like a lot of Euro-erotica graphic novels.) So I don't know the field well and my judgment isn't to be trusted. Jon Hastings, though, is a true graphic-novel fanatic. How fortunate that he has good taste too. Here's the latest episode in his ongoing series about the graphic novels he has loved. * Jeff at JVC Comments thinks Woody Allen ought to have some sense slapped into him. * L.A. artist Megan McMillan came away from a recent art opening thinking that the graffiti she drove past on the way there had been the visual highlight of her day. * Steve Sailer has been having some easy and amusing sport with that crude and inept neocon John Podhoretz. * It wasn't the Manhattan artscene that went gaga for Impressionism and brought the Impressionist style and approach to the States. Instead, it was the Boston artscene. Huh? Claire Messud explains how that came about. * One of my favorite blog-reading ploys is to toggle between Rachel's blog Tinkertytonk and Neil Kramer's blog Citizen of the Month. Rachel and Neil are both smart, sassy, and funny writers who are equipped with big, quirky personalities. I find reading them in tandem to be as amusingly addictive as watching the best of "Seinfeld." Very sorry to learn that Rachel's been having nightmares, though. * Friedrich von Blowhard must be aching to get there: England's National Gallery has opened a show of the work of George Stubbs. Stubbs seems to me to be one of the least-known major painters, perhaps because he focused his talents so much on painting horses. But what horses! Here's a good online gallery of Stubbs' paintings. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 15, 2005 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, July 13, 2005


Computer Help Wanted
Can someone with some geek competence help me out? A few minutes ago, something strange started happening with the blog. Every new occurrence of the word "book" started being captured by some gremlin or other, which turned the word into a link. (Oddly, it doesn't seem to happen when the word is encased in quote marks.) Watch this: book, book, book. I didn't make any of those "book"s into a link. Some bit of evil software did. I don't think the gremlin inhabits my own computer. The out-of-nowhere links first appeared on a comment that MissGrundy left on my posting about Westerns -- how can that have happened via my computer? So: Is the infected party perhaps my webhost? Any hunches and/or tips would be much appreciated.... posted by Michael at July 13, 2005 | perma-link | (18) comments





Thursday, July 7, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * An intriguing moral dilemma: Do we prosecute the teachers, or congratulate the student? * Dell has just introduced a $99 black and white laser printer. 99 bucks! The Wife and I had to lay out $399 for a basic b&w laser printer only five years ago. * The recent war in Congo may be the most destructive war the world has seen since World War II. Since fighting broke out in 1998, roughly 3.8 million Congolese have died out of a population of about 28 million. It has been a hard-to-understand and nightmarish mess, involving six national armies and dozens of rebel groups and militias, all them doing their best to plunder the country of its mineral wealth. Rape and cannibalism have accompanied some of the battles, and the effect of the war on the country's economy has been devastating. Average annual per capita income in Congo now runs at about $100 a year. The Christian Science Monitor asks why the world's press has made so little of the war in Congo. * Dave Munger writes about how being a blogger has affected his reading habits. He also provides a snapshot of what it's like to work an entry-level job in the publishing business. In another posting, he asks the question many have asked on opening a delivery from Amazon. * Hiromi and Brett try a Japanese love hotel on for size. I'm still readjusting my eyeglasses after reading their well-illustrated posting about booty-shaking. (Probably NSFW.) * Liberal Holland? The country's Immigration and Integration Minister has ordered three Imams who have been preaching anti-Western dogma to leave the country. * Thanks to Claire, who sent in this thoughtful comment about my recent posting about cellphones: Though most people use a cell phone as a way to always be reached, I've found great liberation in turning it off in a way I probably wouldn't turn off a land line. If I want to make a call, I can, but if I'm enjoying dinner or conversation with friends, I turn it off. Other people's tactless cell usage continues to irk me. As for film production, your observations are apt. When less technical skill is required for production, the end product can really suffer. Planning ahead is exchanged for a "we'll fix in post" attitude that's often more expensive than shooting on film would have been. I was also pleased to catch up with Claire's blog. She writes about "Blink" and her fear of snakes, and -- being resourceful and young -- has put her talents to audioblogging too. * Thanks to Eddie Thomas, who turned up this dismaying videotape of an Islamic sermon. The sermon's theme: Everything bad in the world is the fault of the Jews. * Another landmark passed in the demise of traditional photography: Kodak has stopped making black and white photo paper. * I enjoyed playing with this impossible-to-describe Flash whatsis. Click and drag on the main character, and you can... posted by Michael at July 7, 2005 | perma-link | (15) comments





Wednesday, July 6, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * A fascinating, wide-ranging posting comes from WhiskyPrajer, partly about what it's like to be a pastor's kid. * Arnold Kling provokes a fun commentsfest with this sentence: "For many college students, the first thing they discover upon graduation is how low-paying and low-skill the job market is for them." * George Hunka muses about the differences between seeing a play performed and reading its text. * John Massengale has put up some terrific postings recently. Here he wonders why the well-being of New York City should be in the hands of auto drivers and traffic engineers. "We've gone too far in accommodating the car, and all it's gotten us is traffic jams, honking horns, road rage and pollution," John writes. Agree or not, it's a well-made case. Here John shows that the NYTimes' current ludicrous-architecture critic is as blind a victim of ideology as their last ludicrous-architecture critic was. * Daze Reader points out this informative Slate history of the vibrator. Teresa Riordan writes: "Since its introduction in the 1880s, the device has, by the most conservative estimates, mechanically induced billions of orgasms." I think the earth just shook. * Dave Eggers wants teachers to be paid more. Fabio Rojas thinks Eggers doesn't know what he's talking about. Tyler Cowen visits El Paso and lists some of what makes Texas great. "I am surprised that the weight of achievement is so unbalanced toward music and food," Tyler writes. Music and food -- I'm on my way now! * Steve Sailer shares some Sailer-esque, un-PC thoughts about sperm banks and bisexuality. * Yahmdallah thinks that many chicklit heroines could use some therapy. * I'd lost track of recovering grad-student Rose Nunez, who I'd thought had abandoned blogging. In fact, she's now at a new address, and is being as rogue-ishly smart as ever. Nice passage: I think that academics in the aggregate, relatively insulated as they are from the normal workings of market forces, are just beginning to realize the dimensions of the public relations problem they've got ... I don't think a 'We're smarter and more open-minded than you provincial hicks' attitude is the best choice, not just because it's condescending, but because it's not too hard to pick apart. Now it may be that Ward Churchill is an extremist rarity among humanities professors (although in my own experience he's not very far from typical), but it's also possible he'll turn out to be their Hindenburg, or at least their Yugo. So if y'all are so smart, professors, you'd better get better fast at defending your guaranteed paychecks. * Rick Poynor wonders why designers tend to make such lousy editors. * Older and perhaps even wiser than he once was, Neil Kramer suspects that he'll let that menage-a-trois fantasy remain a fantasy. * What's your worldview? I'm equally an "idealist" and a "cultural creative." Time to go shopping for interesting eyeglasses. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 6, 2005 | perma-link | (6) comments




Cell Phoned
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I wrote a long while back about being the last hold-out in a cellphoned universe. (Here's a posting about women, men, and cellphone usage. I wrote here about the annoyances of life in a cellphone-beleaguered world.) What I don't like about the devices boils down to two things: They shoot holes in pleasant social arrangements. People yakking on cellphones while walking on the sidewalk talk loudly and wave their arms about. Formerly quiet doctors'-waiting-rooms are now buzzing with inane one-sided gab. Drivers on cellphones really ought to pay more attention to the traffic around them. People dining with you in restaurants feel free to answer calls and talk on their phones for minutes at a time while you sit opposite them. People generally seem less prone to make arrangments and then stick to 'em, and more prone to arrange everything on the fly. Upside: flexibility. Downside: mess. The cellphone may often be a convenience, but it seems to serve just as often as inducement to behave childishly. Cellphones keep you always connected. Ignoring for the moment the advantages of this, heck, I like having stretches when I can't be reached. And I like the way traditional technology shores up some traditional boundaries. The lines between work and nonwork have certainly grown blurrier for many people thanks to cellphones. Is this always an advantage? Not in my book. Well, my days as a principled old-school square are now over. The other day, The Wife brought home a cellphone, gave it to me, and ordered me to start using it. I brought this on myself, darn it. I'd become such an email addict that I'd gotten to the point where I barely use the phone at all in a conventional sense. I use phones these days mainly as answering machines -- a habit The Wife found frustrating. Why shouldn't she be able to call The Hubster and expect him to pick up? So now I have a cellphone, and an agreement with The Wife that anytime the cellphone rings, I'll answer it. I find myself much humbled -- no longer large, proud, and heroic in my principled objection to Stupid New Trends, but instead struggling with the basics of 21st century life. Funny what you find out in such situations. I've discovered, for instance, that I'm really, really bad at talking on a cellphone while walking on the sidewalk. Some people are sidewalk-cellphone naturals, walking about as though they were born with a cellphone wired into their systems. Me, I feel unnerved, like I've awakened into one of those bad dreams where you lift off the ground and begin to fly. As a consequence, when I do need to talk on the cellphone while out on the sidewalk, I find myself a nook or a doorway and stand there to chat, facing the wall. I probably look like a bum who's gone there to take a leak. Humbling. Equally humbling is my discovery that if I... posted by Michael at July 6, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments





Thursday, June 30, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Hard to believe, but Mick wasn't always a wrinkly bag of arthritic mannerisms, and Keith didn't always look like a cobwebbed corpse dragged from King Tut's tomb. * Even "ejaculatory speech" has to be practiced. * When the fog rolled in, Nate Davis was mighty glad he'd brought along the GPS device and the cellphone. * OK, so maybe Turkey really does have what it takes to join the EU. (NSFW) * Steve Bodio 'fesses up to a serious case of bookaholism. * Opening the plastic blister-packaging on my wonderful new electric razor recently, I cut one of my fingers. Yowch! Not for the first time, I found myself feeling what I think of as "packaging rage." Why do we put up with so much crappy, dangerous packaging? The WashPost's Joyce Gemperlein writes that packaging rage is anything but uncommon. (Link thanks to Arts & Letters Daily) * Ukelele virtuosity! * Jinnderella suspects that what Islam needs is a shot of estrogen. * Why do I suspect that this particular cameraphone experiment is being conducted in hundreds of households even as we speak? (NSFW) * Stephen goes gaga for a gorgeous '57 Chevy, as well as a couple of sleek period pickup trucks. He's also wondering what the best biker movies are. * Surely the lighter-colored and the darker-colored get along with each other south of the border better than they do in this country? Think again. Steve Sailer clears up a few misconceptions. Brenda Walker thinks that relations between the sexes south of the border also leave something to be desired. * Where foreign policy is concerned, do you qualify as a "neoconservative"? A "liberal"? Find out by taking this Christian Science Monitor quiz. I'm an "isolationist" myself. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 30, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments




Annette on Martha
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Annette left a comment on a posting I wrote earlier about Eatin' and Cookin' that I can't resist copying and pasting into its own posting. It's mainly a lovely appreciation of Martha Stewart. But Annette raises a number of other, more general questions I find hyper-interesting too. Here's Annette: I know, I know...Martha Stewart is a "joke" in some circles, and may in truth be a difficult woman in private. BUT...Stewart belies some of this---everybody can access cooking as an art but not others. If one ignores the publicity and personality, and JUST looks at the actual suggestions her TV show made---she really did teach how to plant flowers in big planters for your patio, and how to set a table, and how to arrange pear trees, in a very comprehensible fashion with an outcome it was hard to argue with. Her homes are beautiful, her tables are beautifully and warmly set. One man who knew her back in the late seventies when she was actually running her own catering business and doing her own cooking, and using her own recipes, said "Martha really did have the best recipe for apple pie. She really did make the best chicken salad sandwich you have ever tasted." See--there is substance there, not just hype. And I would argue she could make a TV show about painting or architecture that is more accessible. Not perfectly accessible---nobody ever argued that to live like Martha you don't have to be well-financed. But everybody can take some suggestions from her, and you don't have to a sultan. Her K-Mart housewares line has some of the very best (and prettiest) copper cookware I've ever seen, and at reasonable prices. And part of that is she actually knows---how long does the handle on a frying pan really need to be, how heavy can it be before it doesn't work for you? What is the best size and heat conducting material for a saucepan? For all the ego---Martha really is an artist, too. (Nobody ever said Picasso was a modest guy). Maybe I'm not addressing your point, but I wanted to clarify---the thing Martha forgot, is that sometimes laughter makes food taste better, sometimes graciousness includes politeness and non-judgementalness, too. Sometimes, it's great to slather some mustard on a hotdog and just have it be good enough. What's the relationship between art and quality-of-life issues? Art is often presented and discussed as though it has only to do with heightened moments of intense transcendence -- with being swept away into some other dimension entirely, one that's conceived of as superior to day-to-day life. We've probably all had a few such experiences and -- goll-ee -- aren't they something? Still: that's asking a lot, no? What do we make of the 99% of life when intense-transcendence isn't occurring, let alone the 99% of art that doesn't visit such experiences on us? Also: Well, sheesh, these experiences are kinda subjective, aren't they? You may "transcend"... posted by Michael at June 30, 2005 | perma-link | (5) comments





Wednesday, June 29, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A couple of fascinating and to-the-point postings about those endlessly fascinating people, the Jews: * Never having given it a moment's thought, I was completely unaware of how remarkable it is that millions of present-day Jews speak Hebrew, which until recently was a dead language. GNXP's David Boxenhorn tells the story. * What with intermarriage, freedom, and prosperity, American Jewishness may be growing a little ... watered-down. And rare. Neil Kramer wonders -- humorously -- if maybe the time has come for Jews to start making like Christians and try to convert others to their faith. I'm just now catching up with Neil's brain and words, and I'm having a very good time doing so. Neil runs one seriously funny blog. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 29, 2005 | perma-link | (4) comments




Eatin' and Cookin'
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I often look at the American food-and-eating world with immense envy. What a happenin' scene. There's amazing food -- both high and low -- to be found, and in surprising places. Trader Joe's, Wegman's, and Whole Foods are flourishing. What's not to like? There's also a lot of enjoyable fizz and buzz around the cooking-and-eating topic. The books and magazines are as scrumptious as the food itself. (IMHO, cookbooks are one of the few kinds of book that the often-clueless book publishing business does really well.) And the journalistic/critical coverage is often first-rate. While I fight annoyance when I look at the NYTimes's arts coverage, what I do when I flip through their food section is tear out suggestions. When I look at the food world, what I see is what I'd like to see when I look at the other artsworlds: enthusiasm, knowledge, and curiosity -- a congenial and mutually invigorating mixture of the high-toned and the down-to-earth that almost never loses touch with the senses and the imagination. Can foodmatters get out-of-hand pretentious and absurd? Sure. But when the rewards are yummy and the scene itself is poppin', who has any trouble forgiving small sins? Most people who take part in the foodfest do so not because they feel they should but because they're lovin' it. People want to join in, and then they want to go back for more. Television's Food Network reflects this spirit of informal eagerness and friendly avidity. It's an amazingly confident, likable, and helpful phenomenon. When I watch The Food Network, I find myself wistfully thinking: Sheesh, wouldn't it be great if the same outfit produced a Painting Network, a Poetry Network, and an Urbanism Network? My musings are heading in these directions because I stumbled across a few good online food resources in recent days. Incidentally, where food's concerned, I make few claims for myself. I'm nothing but an ill-informed (but admiring and enthusiastic) hanger-on. The Wife, on the other hand, is a longtime, tuned-in foodie with an acute palate; she's what I believe is known as a Supertaster. She's also an excellent and generous cook -- lucky me. So I've got firstclass food guidance built into the homelife. Along with Calvin Trillin, Jane and Michael Stern helped many Americans recognize the glories of everyday American cookin': potato salad, lobster shacks, hot dogs, barbecue joints. Their book "Roadfood" is a classic guide to some of the best popular cooking in the country. I sometimes find the Sterns' prose faintly annoying; I'm not sure why. But whenever The Wife and I have tracked down and sampled the Sterns' recommendations, we've thought they were firstclass. I noticed that Epicurious online runs a "Best Eats" section written by the Sterns. Check out their pancake, pie, and ice cream tips. Here's another list of Stern highlights. Here's the Sterns' own website. The Wife brought home a magazine-format collection of recipes called Cooking Fresh. We've tried and loved three dishes from... posted by Michael at June 29, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, June 15, 2005


Mike Tyson
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- What to make of Mike Tyson? Out-of-control nutcase we're well rid of, or introspective and thoughtful guy? One of the most surprising documentaries I've ever watched was Barbara Kopple's "Mike Tyson: Fallen Champ," made shortly after his conviction for raping Desiree Washington. A gifted filmmaker who's also about as NPR-Nation/lefty-feminist as it's possible to be, Kopple finally found herself arguing that Tyson is a rather touching (if also scary) character. The film doesn't appear to be available on DVD, but it's well worth searching out on videocassette. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 15, 2005 | perma-link | (4) comments





Saturday, June 11, 2005


Fact of the Day
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Here's a startler: 2 million Americans annually contract infections while in the hospital. 90,000 of them die. Hospital infections are the nation's sixth-leading cause of death. (Source: Patrick Kiger in AARP Bulletin -- the piece isn't online, though.) 90,000 -- that's a lot of deaths. I wonder whether, over the longterm, the medical field has done the human race more good or evil. I once spent some time with a Roy Porter history of medicine. Porter left me with the strong impression that, prior to the late 19th century, you'd have been wise to dodge doctors almost entirely. I remember a history of Christian Science whose author made a similar point. Apparently, at the time Christian Science was dreamed up, the religion made a lot of practical sense. You were likely to do much better if you followed the Christian Science lifestyle -- praying for the best, thinking positively, sleeping plenty, eating wholesomely -- than if you entrusted your well-being to the medicine of the day. I notice in the same issue of AARP Bulletin an article by Gina Kolata that should make those who took an interest in our recent gabfest about Fat and Costco smile. Sample passage: Overweight people actually have a lower risk of death than people whose weight is in the normal range. And even the moderately obese are not at much risk, the researchers found -- deaths occurred more frequently among the extremely obese and also, to the surprise of many, among the extremely thin. And here's an article describing a surprising study: Scientists suspect that exercising intensely for two minutes a day might provide as much cardio benefit as an hour of moderate sweating. Remind me: are our doctors telling us this week that eating eggs is good for us, or bad for us? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 11, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments





Saturday, June 4, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Architecture student and Christopher Alexander buff Rob Asumendi runs the first-class (and C. Alexander-inspired) site Simply Building, where people involved in building projects swap tips and experiences. Now Rob has started a weblog, and he's sharing thoughts and observations of a more general nature. Snazzy stuff. Check out this posting about what it means for buildings to be "of their time," and this one about stores and shopping, written partly in response to our recent gabfest about Costco. Rob has the kind of mind that really takes in what it sees. I like Rob's bravado too. * Jahsonic's spectacular site is part blog, part one-man Wiki, and all about the place where trash, the avant-garde, dreams, and sex come together and do their best to make merry. * Stephen (AKA Shouting Thomas) thinks that blues music is a colorblind field. Sample passage: The notion that blues is entirely black music accounts for the depressed economic state of the blues. Why do liberals enforce this idea of segregation on the blues? The result is that the kids stay away, for two reasons. First, they hate the idea of segregation. Second, the liberal outlook on the blues makes the music seem as if its a preachy lesson delivered by a Sunday school teacher. Amen to that, brother Stephen. I'm a mere blues newbie, but one of the most pleasant surprises I've had exploring the bluesworld has been what a rowdy, friendly, and racially-open place it is. * Fans of webcast radio and hipster pop may enjoy the French station NovaPlanet. * DarkoV thinks artfans should visit Philadelphia's great (if quirky) Barnes Museum, and should do so pronto. * Jon Hastings writes blogpostings about popular culture that are as good as anything you'll find in the professional press. He's also considerably more open-minded and resourceful than the pros are. Jon can be a sporadic blogger, but he's been busy recently. Here he writes about NASCAR hottie Danica Patrick. Here he wonders why Hollywood is so clueless when it comes to adapting Philip K. Dick's philosophical sci-fi stories. * Given the general taste many people have for Classical buildings and traditional neighborhoods, you might think that many of the U.S.'s architecture school would offer educations based in Classical approaches to architecture and urbanism. Why not serve demonstrated preferences, after all? But you'd be ... oh, so very wrong. In fact, a total of precisely one architecture school offers such an education: Notre Dame. John Massengale just finished a semester teaching at Notre Dame's architecture school and has written a posting about what the experience was like. * John supplies links to a couple of other good pieces: A long Grist interview with James Kunstler about oil and America's future; and a short Gutter posting about what an expensive disaster Peter Eisenman's Wexner Center for the Arts -- a Deconstructionist landmark --has proven to be. * If you drink California wines, you're subsidizing illegal immigration. So why doesn't... posted by Michael at June 4, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments





Thursday, June 2, 2005


Question for the Day
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I don't often visit big-box stores. When I do, though, I always wind up wondering: Do fat people tend to shop at CostCo? Or does shopping at CostCo tend to make people fat? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 2, 2005 | perma-link | (45) comments





Thursday, May 26, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * New research suggests that taking the Pill might permanently lower the libido of some women. * How Asperger-y are you? Take a quiz and find out. Although I scored a very low 36, The Wife insists that I'm a lot more Aspie than that. * Let it never be said that a woman can't be as opinionated about men's underwear as many men are about women's underthings. * Blowhard Francis Morrone's review of Fred Siegel's new book about New York City and Rudy Giuliani is another piece of first-rate Morrone -- a terrific book review, as well as a quick and solid way for readers to acquire a lot of perspective on American urban history. It's great to see that the scrappy and provocative New York Sun is making more of its content available online too. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 26, 2005 | perma-link | (19) comments





Tuesday, May 24, 2005


Trump U, Too
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, It's not enough that he's rich, famous, obnoxious and all over the media, including a hit series and a biopic. In his neverending quest for something, The Donald has now opened his own university. In case there was any doubt, it's called Trump University. What would you think if I told you the following was from the Presidential Message section of his website?: "We are a new institution, and yet our mission, to advance new ideas and promote enduring knowledge, will keep the University young. We strive to create an academic environment in which outstanding students and scholars from around the world are continually challenged and inspired to do their best possible work. I am pleased to welcome you here. I hope that you will find your stay both enlightening and enjoyable." You'd probably say that doesn't sound like Trump. And you'd be right. That quote was cribbed, and slightly edited, from Larry Summers' Presidential Message on the Harvard site. When you visit Trump, here's Trumps' first presidential communication, in the form of a blog posting: My greatest respect is for people who have experienced adversity and then come back. I was one of those people, in the early nineties. I went through a tough period and learned a lot about myself, and then came back bigger and better and stronger. It wasnt unlike what happened to Frank Sinatra in the early fifties. Like me, he lost focus. He took his eye off the ball and he made some bad decisions. (Also like me, it was the fairer sex that had a little something to do with his troubles, but thats another story for another time.) Theres a wonderful story in Sammy Davis, Jr.s Yes I Can, where Sammy, whos on the way up (due in no small part to Sinatras patronage), sees Frank walking down Broadway all by himself, looking utterly dejected. At the time, Frank was on the skids, having gone from being the biggest singer ever known to a laughingstock, reduced to singing novelty songs. Its a familiar scenario to me, because one night at 3am, when I was more than $9 billion in debt, I was summoned to Citibank for a conference call with a bevy of international bankers to whom I owed money. It was pouring rain and I couldnt get a cab, so I had to walk to the bank, 15 blocks from Trump Tower. By the time I got there I was soaked. I felt then like I had reached my lowest point. But we worked things out, and the rest, as they say is history. They also say its darkest before the dawn. You know what I say: Never ever give up. Posted by Donald Trump on 2005-05-13 The Trump ego and the academy make for an odd match, no doubt. Over at University Diaries, UD seems to find the whole thing amusing, but is somewhat less apoplectic than I would have thought, given that she tilts... posted by Fenster at May 24, 2005 | perma-link | (10) comments





Monday, May 23, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Tinkertytonk wonders how it can be that -- in this multicolored, multicultural age of ours -- the covergirls all look alike? * The Fat Guy's faith in zydeco music has been renewed. * Has feminism encouraged women to become alcoholics? * Steve Sailer covers a lot of interesting ground in his review of Thomas Sowell's new book, notices that most Asian-Americans aren't voting Republican, watches a foreign movie with the sound off, and fields some sensible advice about publishing a book. * Alex has the key to a good marriage: selective forgetfulness. Tyler confesses to five important books he hasn't yet read. * Razib muses about the women-and-chess thang in the context of the Larry Summers mess. There still aren't many super-high-level female chess players around. Will there ever be? * Is it a put-on? An art-thing? Some combo of the two? Whatever it is, "Karl Merleau-Marcuse"'s blog made me laugh out loud. Sample blogposting: It's a sad day when you wake up and realize that somewhere deep down in your subconscious you're basically a Habermassian. This makes me want to go draw moustaches on all your billboards. OK, maybe this kind of thing represents a very special taste in humor ... * Bixblog feels like she's recovering her inner sensualist. I can't say I find that a surprise. * Evan Kirchhoff takes a ride to the Paris airport with an unstereotypical French cabdriver. * Kodak has been hit by the digital-imaging revolution hard, shedding tens of thousands of employees in recent years. But maybe the corner has been turned. In terms of digital-camera sales in the U.S., Kodak is now #1. * Those little-wisp glamor dresses stars wear to awards events? French actress Sophie Marceau shows just how wispy they are. By the way, have I ever mentioned that I enjoyed "Telling Lies," Sophie Marceau's novel? Short, spare, chic -- yet absurdly overripe and narcissistic too. Whew: a combo I often find irresisitable. The Wife refers to this genre of book as "Moi, Actrice." * What style of thinker are you: visual, musical, spatial, kinesthetic, interpersonal, intrapersonal, or verbal? Take a test based on Howard Gardner's notion of seven kinds of intelligence. My own style is "interpersonal." Me and Mother Theresa, apparently. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 23, 2005 | perma-link | (26) comments




Deals
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- The Teaching Company has moved into a new on-sale cycle. Some of the packages that are currently cheap are lecture series that I've loved. Maybe some visitors will enjoy them too. It's hard to imagine a better overview of the Western classical-music tradition than Robert Greenberg's "How to Listen To and Understand Great Music." Greenberg does a great job both of setting the music in historical and biographical context, and of explaining how the music works and what you're meant to be hearing. As a lecturer and presenter, Greenberg's an inspired performer himself. He uses beaucoup musical examples and he never lets the energy or enthusiasm level sag -- this is a man who loves his subject matter, and who loves teaching too. If the package seems expensive at $149, remember what you get for the money: 48 lectures, each one of them 45 engrossing minutes long. This is as good a Music-History 101 class as you'll find at the best colleges. Non-math types who are curious about economics should find Timothy Taylor's "Legacies of Great Economists" a terrific way to get started. This is philosophy via -- thank god -- human interest; Taylor uses history and biography as ways to introduce and explore the thinking of his chosen economists: Smith, Ricardo, Marx, Keynes, Friedman, others. Taylor is an enthusiastic and clear presenter with a rare knack for explaining difficult concepts in accessible English. He's also likably modest where economics' claims are concerned. He isn't one of those arrogant technocrats who wants you to believe that econ offers the key to understanding all phenomena. Taylor has the knowledge and the passion, but he has perspective too. For $15.95, this is a very accessible way to begin enjoying the conversation about economics. Alan Charles Kors' "The Birth of the Modern Mind" is first-class intellectual history: an introduction to the thinkers and thoughts of the European 17th and 18th centuries. To my taste, Kors skimps on the ultra-wonderful Scottish Enlightenment -- he's a bit Continent-besotted. But that's a minor failing. As a survey of the era and of many of its major thinkers -- Locke, Hume, Descartes, Voltaire, etc -- this series is a gem. Learn where many of our "modern" ways of conceiving of and discussing the world come from. Kors is an inspired lecturer who manages to be both fiery and level-headed. David Zarefsky's "Argumentation" isn't the how-to-win-debates treatise you might expect from its title. Instead, it's a beautifully organized presentation of a fascinating and much-underrecognized philosophical topic, namely informal reasoning. We're used to thinking of formal reasoning -- science, physics, math, logic, law -- as something worthy of respect and study. But what about the rest of the thinking-methods we use to get by? Rules of thumb. Common sense. Established habits. Experience. Having-a-feeling-for-it. Blundering our way through. These are all examples of how we manage to make good-enough decisions under conditions of imperfect information -- examples of real-life, on-the-job-type thinking, in other words.... posted by Michael at May 23, 2005 | perma-link | (1) comments





Tuesday, May 10, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Luke Lee marvels at the intolerance of some liberals. * Lynne Kiesling doesn't think energy subsidies are the way to go. * 32 formerly unknown Jackson Pollock drip-and-slosh paintings have been discovered in a storage facility in East Hampton. * Quiet Bubble enjoys the perfect meal at New York's 2nd Avenue Deli. * Newsweek's Peter Plagens finds that a new history of art since 1900 is actually a history of art-theory since 1900. * Will Duquette lists six "perfect songs." I'm certainly not about to disagree with any of Will's choices. * Jon Hastings notices that the people who like "Starship Troopers" the novel generally don't like "Starship Troopers" the movie, and vice versa. * Steve Sailer has been doing his usual -- ie., heroic -- job of blogging and writing on weighty subjects. But the piece of Steve's I especially enjoyed discovering recently was a little more casual: this report on a study of barroom bouncers. * Glenn Reynolds thinks videoblogging is the next hot blogtrend. * Have you heard about the Japanese game called Kansho? Strange country, Japan ... * Who needs nonstick? Mrs. Blessed loves her cast-iron pots and pans. * DesignObserver's Michael Bierut wonders how big a role "bullshit" plays in the design process. * Retail historians Peter Blackbird and Brian Florence run a fascinating site dedicated to the history of America's shopping malls. * Jim Barker's scans of pulp-fiction bookjackets should make illustration buffs weep with pulp happiness. * TinkertyTonk thinks that too many parents are using public libraries as free daycare centers. * Is it a building? Or is it, perhaps, a computer punchcard? David Sucher turns up an amazingly ... blech modernist building in Lisbon. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 10, 2005 | perma-link | (24) comments




HoJo Byebye
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Did you guys know that Howard Johnsons is on its last legs? According to this amazing site (and this one too), there are now only nine Howard Johnsons businesses active in the whole country. Here's a list of the last orange-roofed hangers-on. I always feel like I must be the last person in the world to awaken to these facts ... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 10, 2005 | perma-link | (13) comments





Monday, May 9, 2005


Hinduism
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Not long ago, I fretted some about the ethics of panning. When is panning a culturework appropriate and useful, and when is it better avoided? In a general way, I'm all for using positive reinforcement, and for encouraging generosity and pleasure. And -- given that I'm an artsyakker and a conversation-promoter, not a reviewer -- I don't have to go public with any negative reactions. So why not spend what little energy I have trading tips, comparing reactions, and thinking out loud instead? Still, still ... Maybe there are times when it isn't a completely bad thing to be honest about negative or impatient responses. In that vein, this pan: I'm currently going through a Teaching Company lecture series about Hinduism that I'm not crazy about. It isn't bad. It's quite decent, really -- solid and organized. It represents a lot of hardwon knowledge and eager effort. Despite its good qualities, though, I'm finding the series a dry bore -- a remarkable thing, given how colorful, juicy, and sexy a topic Hinduism is. For all I know, Prof. Mark Muesse has done his very best to present his material in a vivid and engaging way. Perhaps the Teaching Company helped him make his talks more direct and accessible than they might otherwise have been. And it's not as though Muesse has a lofty or dislikable persona, or an aversion to his subject matter. Still, the series strikes me as verveless. Like many academics, Muesse seems most content when doing the pedant thang: backtracking, splitting hairs, engaging in scholarly disputes, and footnoting himself. Once past his opening lecture, he doesn't in fact do a tremendous amount of scholarly throat-clearing; my guess is that the Teaching Company's editors stepped in here. Still, you can always sense he'd like to be doing a lot more hemming-and-hawing. The effort of speaking simply and clearly, and of moving on to his next useful point, seems to cost him dearly. And like many other scholars, Muesse seems under the impression that what an introductory course should do is introduce people not so much to the subject matter as to the academic field that studies it. He sometimes seems to think we're listening to his talks not to learn about Hinduism but to learn about Hinduism Studies. Sigh: Why is it so hard for so many profs to understand that what really interests us -- the general-public Us -- is subject matter? Are they so fascinated by their own field that they can't imagine that their audience might not care about the academic profession? Come to think of it: it took stupid-young-me much too long to realize that what the English Lit courses I was studying in college were really preparation for wasn't being a writer or an editor. They weren't really preparation for a busy lifetime that might include some reading-and/or-writing-for-pleasure either. No, what my Eng-lit courses were really preparation for was ... becoming an English prof! And who wants... posted by Michael at May 9, 2005 | perma-link | (30) comments





Friday, May 6, 2005


"Louie Louie"
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Ah, 1964-65 ... One of the things I remember best about the era was trying to figure out the lyrics of The Kingsmen's song, "Louie Louie." My friends and I knew -- along with much of the rest of the country, we were completely convinced -- that these lyrics were dirty. But what were they, exactly? Because the Kingsmen's vocalist used a slurry, drunken-sounding voice, the lyrics were maddeningly hard to make out. So we'd listen to the song yet another time. Thanks to DazeReader (who's back after a break) for pointing out this wonderful your-tax-dollars-at-work item: FBI agents also spent 1964-65 trying to puzzle out the lyrics of "Louie Louie." Interesting to learn that the FBI was never entirely sure what the lyrics were either. Here's one of FBI's best guesses: Tonight at ten I'll lay her again We'll fuck your girl and by the way And ... on the chair I'll lay her there I felt my bone ... ah ... in her hair "Your girl"? "Your girl"? I never guessed that one. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 6, 2005 | perma-link | (14) comments




Fact Attack
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The Eurotunnel -- or "Chunnel" -- linking England and France lost $1 billion in 2004. In 2003, the Chunnel lost $2 billion. Unless debt-rescheduling steps are taken, the Chunnel will run out of money in 2007 -- but the latest talks on Eurotunnel's debt were unproductive. * In 2005, ad revenues taken in by Yahoo! and Google combined will pretty much equal the prime-time ad revenues of America's big-three TV networks. Yet, while the Web now represents 15% of consumers' "media consumption" (great phrase!), firms generally allocate only 2% of their ad dollars to the internet. Many young people already spend more time online than they do watching TV. (Source: the print edition of The Economist.) * The decline in conventional newspaper-reading not only continues but is accelerating. The latest audit reveals a 1.9-percent drop in daily circulation, and a 2.5 percent decline in Sunday readership compared with a year ago. Meanwhile, in 2005 the newspaper medium is celebrating its 400th birthday. * Forbes expects revenues from their online operations to equal print revenues within two years. * Should prices be put on such "goods" as watersheds, fisheries, and forests? Some ecologists and conservationists are morally offended by the suggestion. But The Economist argues that doing so would help achieve environmental goals. * Of the many, many illegal immigrants living in the Los Angeles area, around 30,000 are convicted felons. Membership in some LA gangs is overwhelmingly made up of illegals: for example, at least 60 percent of the 20,000-strong 18th Street Gang is illegal -- the gang collaborates with the Mexican Mafia. Lovely. Heather Macdonald reports on the insanity for City Journal. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 6, 2005 | perma-link | (5) comments





Friday, April 29, 2005


Philosophers are People, Too
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, Rutgers University has one of the top-ranked philosophy departments in the country--it's up there with Princeton as #1 or #2 in the estimation of some. So it came as a surprise that one of Rutgers' senior faculty members in the department announced he was leaving for the University of Miami, a school where the philosophy department is hardly top-ranked--probably not even in the top 40. Surely the departing professor, Colin McGinn, had it in mind to devlelop the department's assets in the future under a long-term plan to bring national recognition to his new home. Not exactly. According to McGinn, "I suppose the main factor is the weather. The weather has a particular significance because I like water sports. Miami is a year-round water sports place. You can be out on the water all the time. . . . [Miami] is definitely not as good as Rutgers is. But I have to weigh how much that matters to my daily life." I find the honesty refreshing. Best, Fenster... posted by Fenster at April 29, 2005 | perma-link | (17) comments




Fact Attack
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Some facts that caught my attention from recent issues of The Economist: The computer game Halo 2 was launched in November of last year. It took in more than $100 million on its first day. This is a bigger first-day gross than any movie has ever managed. Gen Yers (people born between 1980 and 1994) are now old enough to be buying cars for themselves. "They make 40% more complaints than their parents do about the same car." 3/4 of people who show up in Ford showrooms have already done some car research online. 75% of American cellphone-buyers do their research online. Fewer than 5% actually make their cellphone purchase online, though. Digital video recorders (such as Tivos) have a dramatic effect on people's TV-watching habits. Owners of DVRs do more than 60% of their TV-watching off the hard drive, and skip 92% of the ads on the recorded programs they watch. In 1960, South Korea had only one telephone per 300 people. Today, more than 90% of Korean households have a fixed-line phone, and 3/4ths of South Koreans carry cellphones. America's national savings rate is at its lowest in 70 years. Americans now borrow from foreigners at a rate of more than 6% of GDP each year. 39% of Americans identify themselves as Independents. 31% call themselves Democrats, and 30% call themselves Republicans. The Economist's website is here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 29, 2005 | perma-link | (19) comments





Thursday, April 28, 2005


Volvic
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I've been drinking Volvic water a lot recently. Sometimes I think this is because Volvic is a really good-tasting bottled water. (Volvic is "drawn from deep inside the lush, green ancient volcanoes of the Auvergne in France.") I do seem to drink more water when the water in the fridge is Volvic. And The Wife, a fine cook with a sensitive and refined palate, likes calling Volvic "the vodka of bottled waters." So maybe Volvic really is a good water. At other times, though, I wonder if I'm fooling myself. Online I've run across an NRDC report indicating that Volvic has a little too much, ahem, arsenic in it. And The Observer's William Leith thinks the whole bottled-water thing might be a case of mass self-hypnosis anyway. Do you guys have favorite bottled waters? Do you ... believe in them? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 28, 2005 | perma-link | (38) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The mysterious and firstrate (if sporadic, darn it) J. Cassian is blogging again. He posts an excellent joke here, and thinks out loud about the mysterious Huns here and here. * One of the proudest accomplishments of the very accomplished Christopher Frayling -- Rector of Britain's Royal College of Art -- is making the spaghetti western films of Sergio Leone intellectually respectable. "I know this may sound vain," Frayling tells The Independent, "but I honestly think it's quite unusual to have almost single-handedly encouraged the world to take such a disreputable body of work seriously and to have pulled it off. Now it's a great clich to say that Leone is a major director, but at the time I first made the case for him, everyone thought that I was quite mad, that these were just ersatz, and that Leone was utter crap." * Shouting Thomas has given his blog Harleys, Cars, Girls & Guitars a snazzy new look. He's dating again, and thinks he may have a thing for Filipinas. * Yahmdallah confesses to being that rarity: a computer geek who doesn't enjoy computer games. * John Emerson thinks the Swedes are to blame. * It doesn't seem all that long ago that chain bookstores were the latest blot on the face of literature. And the outrages kept coming: Chain superstores ... Books being sold in discount houses like Costco ... Edward Wyatt reports about the latest retail outlet to start aggressively selling new hardcover books: grocery stores, now responsible for sales of 3 percent of general-interest books. Ah, the dignity of literature -- what's become of it? * Razib wonders what role DNA might play in our food preferences. * Poynter Online notices that 26% of adults now prefer getting their news online. * Around a thousand new magazines are started up every year, writes Anne Field. Most will fail within twelve months. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 28, 2005 | perma-link | (11) comments





Friday, April 22, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * City Journal's Brian Anderson is always a lively and resourceful observer and commentator. I'm looking forward to his new book about how nonstandard p-o-v's are making themselves heard in the mediaverse. Here's a TechCentralStation appreciation of the book. A new issue of City Journal has just appeared online. * Even when she was at her most overexposed, I never tired of Camille Paglia. She seems as lively and brilliant as ever in this CBC interview with her about her new book. * One of the great things about the cultureblog-overse is the way people talk appreciatively and honestly about the art they really enjoy. Graham Lester reads Pearl Buck and finds her excellent. Deal with it, world. * Another great thing about cultureblogging is the way people are honest and funny about the art-things they don't enjoy too. Take-no-guff librarian Rachel of Tinkertytonk most emphatically does not enjoy herself at a new documentary about the world of wine. * England these days seems to be anything but the genteel place of Merchant-Ivory fantasies. Crime rates are high, and England's white working-class population is notoriously ill behaved. Steve Sailer puzzles out the whys and wherefores; Randall Parker contributes some thinking too. * Alex Tabarrok doesn't dispute that there are far more lefties than righties in academia, but he suspects this isn't because of discrimination. Steve Burton thinks David Horowitz's Intellectual Bill of Rights is exactly the wrong thing for righties to cheer for. * Business Week thinks blogs are big -- as in Gutenberg-big -- and makes blogging its cover story. The magazine has just started its own blog-tracking blog, called Blogspotting. * Thanks to visitor Philopundit, who points out this amazing story about the Oxyrhynchus Papyri, a hoard of Greek and Roman writing that new technology is permitting to be read for the first time. Philopundit also reports that he's currently enjoying this Teaching Company course about the Foundations of Western Civ. At his own blog, Philopundit reviews a heart-stopping new McDonald's sandwich, and considers Libya's scheme to mine for water. * News flash: kids are swearing more than they used to. (Link thanks to SYAffolee.) * Women like Kodak; men prefer Canon. * Until a few minutes ago, I had no idea that Amazon sells lingerie. Good golly: 984 different styles of thong to choose from. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 22, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments





Friday, April 15, 2005


Variations on a Theme by Alan Sokal
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, You knew I worked in higher education, but you probably didn't know I was a hard-core science type, right? Now you know. Here is my latest paper, a little thing I tossed off just this morning. How was I able to toss this off with such ease, you ask? Truth be told, I did it with this scientific paper generator, placed on the web by several enterprising MIT students. The program generates gibberish. Wouldn't you know it, but the MIT students submitted one such gibberish paper to organizers of an academic conference, and it was accepted. The story has been written up here by the Chronicle of Higher Education. Shades of the Alan Sokal/Social Text controversy of a few years back. However, this story seems to have a slighltly different flavor. The Sokal affair was about how an apparently serious journal could not have spotted a pomo gibberish hoax. This story appears to be about a non-serious conference, in business to make money and to help academics pad their CVs. The obligation on the part of a farcical conference to spot a hoax is obviously less than that of a serious journal. Still, it is hardly a good thing that such conferences are in business in the first place. Best, Fenster... posted by Fenster at April 15, 2005 | perma-link | (7) comments





Thursday, April 14, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * A new whatcha-ma-thingee that Google has just unveiled in Beta seems like it might prove to be a paradigm-buster. Here's a Poynter Online description of Google's new free video-hosting service. Here's the service itself. * Chloe Sevigne performed a film history-making act upon Vincent Gallo in "The Brown Bunny." (I blogged about this memorable scene here.) Asked about the film recently, she says, "I feel like we're in such conservative times and it's just atrocious. It's funny too because Vincent Gallo and I are two of the most conservative people I know and for us to make this movie, is very odd." She also tells the interviewer that she's hoping to get married soon. Actors: gotta love 'em, at least when you aren't feeling like killing 'em. * Thanks to visitor Matt Madsen, who turned up a New Scientist piece reporting that "Silver cars are much less likely to be involved in a serious crash than cars of other colours." * Yahmdallah wins -- hands-down -- this week's award for Gonzo Cultureblogging. First he delivers a daring posting in praise of John Denver and Phil Collins. He follows up with a damn-the-torpedoes screed explaining why he couldn't care less about sports. Great line: "Win what?" * Unlikely I'll be stealing too many dance moves from this guy. Some people are just too good. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 14, 2005 | perma-link | (7) comments





Tuesday, April 12, 2005


Bobby Fischer's Mom
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I have no particular interest in chess, nor even a smidgen of a gift for board games. But last night I enjoyed watching TV documentary about chess great Bobby Fischer. What a genius! (IQ of 180.) What a talent! (At the time, he was the youngest grandmaster ever.) What a loon! (Check out Bobby's personal website to sample what a crackpot he's become.) What I found myself getting most fascinated by, though, was Bobby Fischer's mom. What kind of creature gives birth to a Bobby Fischer? What can it be like to raise such a prodigy? Who was this woman? What was she like? Google helped me turn up some of her story. She was born Regina Wender. Of Polish-Jewish origins, Regina was a Red Diaper baby who grew up in St. Louis. A brilliant woman, Regina spoke six languages fluently and became a doctor while in her 50s. Regina was an enormously driven person as well as a born protestor. She once went on a hunger strike; she studied medicine in the Soviet Union during the 1930s; she worked as a doctor in Nicaragua in the 1980s. Bobby broke with Regina in the 1950s, when he was still a teenager. A variety of factors seem to have played roles. For one thing, he was embarrassed by Regina. She'd encouraged his chess talent, going so far as to picket the White House to scare up funding for a chess tournament. (And I thought my mom was pushy!) But she'd also become alarmed by how obsessed he was getting with chess and sent him to a shrink for evaluation. Things got so tense between the brilliant/obsessive Bobby and the brilliant-bulldozer Regina that Regina moved out of the apartment while Bobby was still in his teens, leaving Bobby to fend for himself. Within weeks, the place was a filthy wreck. "They were so much alike," says a man who watched their struggle, "all drive and no give. Life in the Fischer household was trench warfare." But did Bobby and Regina really break off relations? One source claims that, despite their differences, Bobby stayed in almost daily touch with his mom. Regina was followed for years by the FBI. Because of her family background and her time in the Soviet Union, she was suspected of being a Communist sympathizer and perhaps a spy; eventually her FBI file totaled 750 pages. Although nothing was ever pinned on her, Regina was certainly drawn to left-wing causes, as well as to the Eastern bloc. When she returned to school in the 1960s to complete her medical degree, where did she go? To a university in East Germany. Who was Bobby Fischer's dad anyway? Regina never settled the question definitively, at least for public consumption; she may never have been entirely honest with Bobby about the matter either. The generally-accepted idea is that Bobby's dad was a man named Hans-Gerhardt Fischer, a German biophysicist whom Regina met in the Soviet Union;... posted by Michael at April 12, 2005 | perma-link | (2) comments





Wednesday, April 6, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Thanks once again to the brilliant Dave Lull, who forwards along a link to this entertaining Bookslut interview with Camille Paglia. Camille's new book about poetry can be bought here. UPDATE: Dave turns up another interview with Camille, this one in Salon, day pass required. Great quote: I'm a professor of media studies as well as humanities, and I'm an evangelist of popular culture. But when there's only media, then there's going to be a slow debasement of language, and that's what I think we're fighting. The blogs, for example, are becoming so self-referential. If people want to be better writers, they can't just read the blogs! You've got to look at something that's outside this rushing world of evanescent words. And another terrific passage: I'm saying to the left: Stop bad-mouthing your own civilization; get over it, you little twerps. I'm saying to the religious far right: If we are defending Western civilization, as you claimed in the incursion into Iraq, then you'd better realize it's much more than Judeo-Christianity and the Bible. You'd better get real and accept that we have a Greco-Roman tradition of literature and art that started in 700 BC. And yes, some of it deals, quite frankly, with sex and the body; you must deal with it and allow students to deal with it, because that is part of the brilliant strength of our arts. I'm demanding that conservatives support the arts and that liberals stop being so snobby about art and quit celebrating art that is simply cheap sacrilege of other people's beliefs. Artists have got to get back to studying art history and doing emotionally engaged art. Get over that tired postmodern cynical irony and hip posing, which is such an affliction in the downtown urban elite. We need an artistic and cultural revival. Back to basics! * Dave also mentioned that his favorite book about writing is Robert Pinckert's "The Truth about English." (It's out of print, but used copies can be bought here.) In light of our recent yakfest about the Whole Earth Catalog, it's fun to learn that Dave once pointed the book out to Stewart Brand, founder of the WEC. Brand liked the book too, and in 1983 recommended it to his readers in these terms: You can hear good writing. That's the surest test of it. It sounds like somebody telling the truth. Bad writing looks like somebody showing off. Pinckert's best and most radical service is teaching you how to punctuate by sound rather than by rule. You listen to your writing, and so does the reader. The rest of the book is a cheerful tour of all the ways to show off in writing. You learn how to identify each kind of lie and cut it away. What's left may be the truth. * George Wallace puts "Ozymandias" in list format. It makes for something that isn't a poem any longer, but is certainly still a remarkable reading... posted by Michael at April 6, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Derek Lowe writes a very moving posting about the death of his brother. It's also an informative and helpful meditation on the perils of alcohol, and the mysteries of alcoholism. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 6, 2005 | perma-link | (2) comments





Thursday, March 24, 2005


Mini-Memoir Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Yahmdallah's latest minimemoir about his long-ago dating days made me smile a half a dozen times and even laugh out loud. Why hasn't FoxTV contacted Yahmdallah to purchase the rights to these tales? What a Tivo-able sitcom they'd make. * Missgrundy writes a sweet and touching memoir of her very challenging father, a man whose passion for performing may have equaled his devotion to his family. * Searchblog has been enjoying a flirtatious, raucous mood, recalling her farout days as a rock chick, and donning an elegant outfit to wear to the current Salvador Dali show. * Outerlife -- master of the mini-memoir -- wonders why some guys fixate on one female bodypart when females offer such a range of attributes and wonders to enjoy. * Tatyana sends along a link to Maccers's account of life as a New York City virgin, whore, and spinster. Maccers spares no prisoners, to understate matters by a lot. If you're a parent with a girlchild who fantasizes about the glamor of life in the bigcity, you might want to slip her a copy of this posting. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 24, 2005 | perma-link | (5) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * City Comfort's David Sucher finds a prefab that pleases him. Guest-poster Laurence Aurbach is appalled by the winner of a recent competition for Alaska's capitol building. * I find loose libertarianism -- of the less-interference-is-usually-better variety -- very congenial. But the hardcore variety often strikes me as the religion of a bizarro cult, and its adherents a crowd of Martians, as bugeyed with fervor about The Truth as any Marxist. Robert Locke's AmConMag takedown of hardcore libertarianism is the best one I've ever read. * "In journalism, diversity is a club the left uses to increase the hiring of lefties," writes Debra Saunders. (Link thanks to John Ray.) * Arnold Kling thinks that we're fooling ourselves if we think that we can reduce medical costs significantly by attacking waste and fraud. He goes on to argue that the main reason American health-care costs so much is that it's worth it. We're paying what it costs to get better health care, in other words. * Steve Sailer's current Vdare column is a big-picture, sum-it-all-up wonder. Nice visuals too. * One of the convictions many of the lefties I've known have been attached to is this: that, if only the True Nature of Things could be contacted and released, the Real People would emerge as the good leftists that they of course are, deep inside. This conviction may or may not reflect the facts in some countries or regions. But it strikes me as completely mistaken where heartland America is concerned. Touch the deep unconscious of a mid-American and you'll usually set free a conservative. I enjoyed reading this talk by The Economist's John Micklethwait and Adrian Wooldridge, who seem to agree with me. * James Kunstler has long predicted that an energy crisis is about to commence. With oil at record and near-record prices, perhaps it's worth considering that he may be onto something. How much of a difference will the Bushies' recent resolution to drill for oil in Alaska make? Not much, answers Kunstler. Kunstler has written a new book about the energy situation. It'll be published very soon, and it promises to attract a lot of notice and stir a lot of debate. * Another upcoming policy book I'm looking forward to: Christina Hoff Sommers and Sally Satel's One Nation Under Therapy: How the Helping Culture is Eroding Self-Reliance. Sommers and Satel are two of the rare women academics who are sensible about sex and sex differences. Sommers' recent article about the Larry Summers-Harvard brouhaha is typically sensible and incisive. * Did you know that "Star Trek"'s Leonard Nimoy is a serious art-photographer? He's also into Jewish spirituality of the Goddess sort, and you can see evidence of both passions in the photographs that he shows off at his website. Here's a soulful nude. Nimoy talks with BeliefNet here about his latest photography show. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 24, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments





Saturday, March 19, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Alexandra Ceely gives one of her good art-history lessons -- this time about Charles Sheeler -- and puts up a couple of fascinating postings about what it's like to be part-white and part-black. * GeneExpressions's Theresa finds an article arguing that the first humans in the Americas had skeletons that resemble Polynesian and African skeletons more than they do contemporary Native American skeletons. * Bilious Young Fogey has put up some beautiful scans of Australian Aboriginal art. * I often wish I had a good mind for conceptual things, don't you? (I read "conceptual" to mean "clever and gimmicky but catchy, too." By the way, I hope I'm not alone in noticing that theme journalism and conceptual art triumphed at exactly the same time. Coincidence?) Instead, I'm stuck hoping against hope that if I yak about something that interests me, it might interest one or two other people too. Anyway, here's a fun site with a cool concept. Nifty execution too. * Conservative Philosopher points out this fascinating if dimwitted Houston Chronicle report: "As Hispanic teens shed the language of their native countries and immerse themselves in American culture, they become dramatically more sexually active, a new study shows." The article's writer performs an amazing stunt when it comes to explaining why this fact should be so. Do Hispanic teens go sex-mad when they learn English because, as I'd imagine any sensible person would suspect, they encounter American pop culture in its full force? Nope. According to the article, the real reason Hispanic kids go sex-mad on learning English is because we don't talk about sex and birth control enough with our children. * We're usually told that capitalism was built on slavery. Donald Boudreaux disagrees. He argues that capitalism in fact put an end to slavery. * I seem to be the blogosphere's one-man p-r firm for the late British political philosopher Michael Oakeshott. Why fight my fate? The other day I ran across Andrew Sullivan's obit of Oakeshott, and found it lovely. Whatever you think of Sullivan's own views, he's a first-class appreciator and explicator of Oakeshott. * David Shackleford wrestles entertainingly with the tea-or-coffee question. It's a quirky link, by the way. You may need to go to the bottom of the page the link brings up for David's coffee thoughts. * Thanks to Tatyana, who found this soulful, lengthy, and funny -- read: Russian -- treatise on how to prepare tea. Key to it all: don't forget the samovar! * NorthSea Diaries wonders if Belgium's attitudes towards its Muslim immigrants are going to take the same turn that Dutch attitudes seem to have taken. * Here's DadTalk's very helpful archive of postings about how he has managed to lose 30 pounds. * Luke Lea thinks that you'll find more racism in Manhattan than you will in the South. * Waterfall marvels at how much it can brighten your day to be paid a compliment. * Why do so few... posted by Michael at March 19, 2005 | perma-link | (12) comments





Wednesday, March 16, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Enough about girls and math, the WashPost says. What about boys and reading? Sample passage: What is known is that boys generally take longer to learn to read than girls; they read less and are less enthusiastic about it; and they have more trouble understanding narrative texts yet are better at absorbing informational texts ... Scientists have said that boys are born with smaller language centers in their brains -- and larger spatial centers -- than girls and that boys develop language abilities at a slower rate, though eventually they catch up. * Another tiptop conservative-philosophy blog: Right Reason -- partly staffed, it's hard not to notice, by refugees from Conservative Philosopher. Que pasa among the righties anyway? Dave Lull notices this Dadahead posting, which offers some possible answers. * I'm glad none of the participants suddenly found she needed to take a pee. NSFW. * John Preston's review of a new bio of Cary Grant is a first-class introduction to Grant's life and work. FWIW, I consider "Cary Grant" to be one of the 20th century's most entertainingly classy creations, on a par with the Cord automobile and the Chrysler Building. The gold standard for writing about Cary Grant is Pauline Kael's love letter/essay, "The Man From Dream City." I haven't been able to find Kael's piece online, but all film buffs should own "For Keeps," a best-of-Kael collection that contains the essay, anyway. * Any bets about whether the NSFW event this series of surveillance photos records was a set-up? If it was: nice job! * I thought Steve Sailer's thoughts about Dems, Repubs, and white males were shrewd and funny. * Here's a photo of one of the more eccentric extreme sports I've run across recently. * It can't be emphasized often enough: surveillance cams really are everywhere these days. * Are you as perplexed as I am by the way "slavery" is assumed by so many people to refer to only America's experience of slavery? Yet slavery was a feature of human life for millenia prior to the 1800s, and it continues to be practiced in parts of the world today. Here's a BBC report on slavery in Mauritania, for example. * I don't know about you, but it certainly never would have occurred to me to invite Catharine MacKinnon to a screening of "Inside Deep Throat" ... * France has a tradition of courtliness and flirtation; sexual banter and provocation are considered to be a part of the good life, a civilized pursuit akin to wine, art, and travel. American black culture has a culture of courtliness and flirtation too; I'm often amused and impressed by the playful, stylish, and witty give-and-take black men and women get going between them. Yet most white Americans seem remarkably uptight about flirting. Why? Are they scared of it? Do they think that enjoying a harmless-if-charged moment will ruin their chances of material success? Do they just not know how to enjoy... posted by Michael at March 16, 2005 | perma-link | (16) comments




Sam Vaknin on Narcissism
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- For my own weirdo reasons I've spent a fair amount of time reading about narcissism, and about the pathological version of it that's known as Narcissistic Personality Disorder. (We narcisissm buffs call it "NPD.") As far as I'm concerned, NPD is a fascinating, destructive, horrifying syndrome, and the narcissist is a widespread and much-underdiscussed character type. This book struck me as a trustworthy and EZ popular intro to the topic; this book is a more substantial treatment. When you type "narcissism" into Google, what you'll quickly run into is someone named Sam Vaknin. Vaknin's a genuine one-of-a-kind: a man who confesses to being a pathological narcissist himself, yet who has made it his life's mission to teach the rest of us about narcisissm -- how to identify it, what it is, how to deal with it, etc. His characterizations, knowledge, insights, and tips strike me as amazingly insightful, and he usually delivers them in a caustic and pitiless tone that I find transfixing. I can't fathom how it's possible for someone with a crippling mental illness to describe, analyze, and discuss what he's suffering from as objectively as Vaknin does. Still, there you have it. And I've learned a lot from surfing his web pages and his very helpful Amazon Reader's Lists. Vaknin is such a prolific oddball that he initially set all my warning lights off even as I found myself drawn into his thinking. Yet the more I read him, the more trustworthy and enlightening I find him. Final verdict: a very impressive, very brilliant, and rather alarming guy. I'd be eager to hear from co-bloggers or visitors what they make of Vaknin. If you're curious about narcissism, NPD, or Vaknin himself, you can use this page as a starting point. Here's the home page of Vaknin's suite of websites. Here's where you can start exploring Vaknin's many Amazon lists and recommendations. I'm glad to see that Vaknin has now begun a blog too. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 16, 2005 | perma-link | (5) comments





Friday, March 11, 2005


Hobbies
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- To what extent is art a hobby for you? I've been puzzling over the general vocation/avocation question for a few weeks. And I have some musings, if no useful answers. Self-absorption alert: I'm going to be indulging in an epic amount of introspection and remembering. Don't say you weren't warned. I've always wanted to have a hobby. Or maybe it's that I've always felt I should have a hobby -- hard to separate out these things sometimes. In any case, this conviction probably comes from my background; my family was deeply concerned about the "hobby" question. (By the way, as far as my family and neighbors were concerned, hobbies were something men had. A woman might do a bit of knitting or magazine-reading at the end of the day. She might even enjoy bridge-club get-togethers. But these were weren't hobbies; they were ways of unwinding and socializing. A hobby was something different -- and it was something a man had. Was this belief about hobbies being a man-thing true for you guys too?) Women were all about Getting On With Life, where guys were impractical and would never really grow up. Boyishly in need of mischief and fun, they had to be given the chance to misbehave in harmless ways if they were to be roped back into behaving like the responsible men their families needed them to be. So there was no question that a real man needed a real hobby. The guy next door hunted and fished, and the man across the street spent weekends racing his motorboat around a Finger Lake. But my dad didn't have a hobby? Why not? This was a source of great concern for the family; we felt that some dim something that was in our way would dissolve if only Dad could find himself a hobby. The job certainly didn't do it for him -- but then, middle-class people don't tend to think that jobs are meant to "do it" for you. Dad worked as a traveling salesman. (By the way: boy, did he not resemble anything Arthur "Death of a Salesman" Miller ever came up with. On good days, my dad radiated the kind of silly-charlatan energy that Robert Preston did in the movie of "The Music Man." On bad days, my dad was consumed by the kind of flailing bitterness that the Richard Nixon character wrestles with in "Secret Honor". At no time was there anything Willy Loman-ish about my dad. I dislike "Death of a Salesman" for many reasons, but the main one is that Miller seems to me to fluff the American salesman-type entirely.) I never met anyone who didn't like my dad. Dad was convivial and roguish (in the most non-threatening way imaginable), and he had the ability to talk to anyone about anything for hours -- he was a virtuoso of banter and small talk. Being a salesman was well-suited to his talents. God knows that he had zero entrepreneurial... posted by Michael at March 11, 2005 | perma-link | (39) comments





Wednesday, March 9, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Thanks to Chris, who in a comment on the previous posting left a link to a map showing single-gal/single-guy ratios by county. Ladies? Where you want to be is DeKalb County, Missouri -- or maybe northwestern Nevada. * Cameraphones are getting serious. I find the merge-y/blendy way gizmos are evolving quite disconcerting. For example, here's a voice-recorder/camera -- will anyone buy such a thing? Me, I like to keep my gizmos separate. Of course, I'm an old fart with a 20th-century mind. * While Italians are "ethnics" and Filipinos are another kind of "ethnics," we blando, pinky-vanilla, northern-Euro mutts are often seen as not-ethnics. We're the people without a cultural/racial identity. Which means, in this identify-with-your-group era, that the time has come to stake our own claim. Here's a quick intro to one of the pinky-vanilla world's least well-known major groups, the Scots-Irish. Think Andrew Carnegie; think moonshine and country music; think NASCAR. Yessiree, them's my people. Or some of them, anyway. * Cowtown Pattie seems to have an even bigger thing for turning up amusing video clips than I do. She's found a few gems from the Steve Harvey Show. * Alex Singleton points out that government troops and rebels in the Congo have raped tens of thousands of women and girls since 1998. I've been getting a lot out of following the Globalization Institute's blog, where Alex posted his piece. * America's black men aren't doing very well, according to Reuters. Some sad figures: they live 7 fewer years than men of other ethnic groups; they contract HIV at a much higher rate; there are now twice as many black women in college as black men; and "black men in their early 30s [are] nearly twice as likely to have prison records than bachelors degrees." Hard to see how this makes much of a case for the racial policies our country has pursued for the last few decades. * Giants do too still roam the earth: the brilliant Donald Westlake, who never finished college, has published 90ish books. There hasn't been a dud in the fifteen I've read, and I'm looking forward to reading many more. I'd be happy to argue that Westlake's among the half-a-dozen best American fiction-book-writers alive. But that would plunge us into lit-writing-vs-genre-writing waters, and I'm in no mood for that. * Digital technology has set off skirmishes a-plenty about what, if anything, needs to be done about intellectual-property rights. I have no good ideas myself, do you? On the one hand, corporate landgrabs offend me, the digital universe offers hard-to-resist opportunities for sharing knowledge, and how not to root for the little guy? On the other hand: private property, the hard work of the creator, etc. I'll be scratching my chin over this one for a long time to come. Thanks to visitor Alice Dong for alerting me to a good article by Dan Hunter in Legal Affairs about Lawrence Lessig, an attorney who has become... posted by Michael at March 9, 2005 | perma-link | (17) comments





Tuesday, March 8, 2005


Random Facts
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Depression is the leading cause of disability in the world, according to the World Health Organization. The WHO estimates that, worldwide, more than 120 million people suffer from depression. * It hasn't always been the case that American conservatives snub ecological concerns. (After all: conservative/conservation ...) Teddy Roosevelt expanded the national parks system, Richard Nixon created the Environmental Protection Agency and passed the Clean Air Act, and even Barry Goldwater was a member of the Sierra Club. * Americans continue to feel ever-more stressed. In 2001, 5.5 million more Americans were taking prescription drugs for mental-health problems than in 1996, and one in five Americans now suffers from a diagnosable mental disorder. Are we more rattled than people of other countries, or are we just more open about our troubles? As one doctor notes, "very few people in China say they are depressed. They just kill themselves." * There are now 93 men to every 100 women among single New Yorkers aged 20-44. In nearly every big American city, there are more single women than single men. * The Museum of Modern Art's recently-completed renovation cost $858 million. * A higher proportion of New York City's inhabitants -- 36% -- are foreign-born than at any time since the 1920s. Immigrants now make up 43% of the city's labor force; more than half the people who work in restaurants and hotels are foreign-born. Los Angeles and Miami both have an even larger proportion of immigrants. [I culled all the above facts from The Economist.] * Hard though it may be to believe, American movies continue to become ever-more special-effects-heavy. The Hollywood Reporter's Anne Thompson writes, "Of the 20 top-grossing movies of all time, three are totally animated, and the others include so many [special] effects you can't tell the real from the fake. Over the past decade ... the typical wide-release feature film has seen its effects budget skyrocket from an average of $5 million to $40 million. 'Five years ago, we shot one or two movies a year with a significant number of effects,' says Hutch Parker, president of production at 20th Century Fox Film. 'Today, 50 percent have significant effects. They're a character in the movie'." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 8, 2005 | perma-link | (20) comments





Friday, March 4, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * 2Blowhards favorite Nikos Salingaros' new book "Anti-Architecture and Deconstruction" has just received an appreciative review from The Architectural Review. The piece isn't online at the magazine's site, but someone has reprinted it here. Our five-part interview with Nikos can be accessed here. * WhiskyPrajer has begun to wonder if originality is overrated. * It pays to be polite, if only because the guy at the controls might not be having a good day. * Thanks to DesignObserver for pointing out that the film editor Walter Murch is posting some thoughts here. Murch is the one film editor I'm aware of who has made a place for himself as a kind of philosopher of perception. His book "In the Blink of an Eye" is a terrific short meditation on why film editing works at all. * DesignObserver also points out this first-class slide-show/essay by Virginia Postrel about the great Hollywood glamor photographer George Hurrell. * The early '90s were some of the loonier days of Sexual Correctness. Lawyers, opinionators, and politicos were prone to lecturing us about the evils of mixing work and romance. Dating someone you worked near? According to the experts, there was no way such a thing could take place without someone -- horrors! -- being exploited. I'd listen to these people and wonder if the world had taken leave of its senses. Where would adult life be without office romances? Do experts have no idea what it is to be human? But in the midst of the era's tiffs, I never had good figures to cite. Now I do: CNN/Money reports that "58 percent of respondents said they have been involved with a coworker and 22 percent of respondents said they met their spouse or significant other at work." Outlaw that, morons. * Exploitation alert: Nate Davis' dogs have been getting to know each other -- somewhat, it seems, to the larger dog's surprise. NSFW, I guess. * The Social Affairs Unit's Zenga Longmore tells the tale of Max Fleischer and his immortal creation, the animated character Betty Boop. Here's Betty's own website, where, if you're in the mood, you can buy a Betty Boop shot glass. * Dean Esmay wonders why the press doesn't report the good news -- or at least give the bad news better-quality context. * Luke Ford interviews Steve Sailer. You'll need to scroll down to the bottom of the page. * I've been enjoying a few new-to-me blogs: the fliply-amusing-yet-substantial Blithering Bunny; and Stephen Thomas' Harleys, Cars, Girls & Guitars, a blog devoted (very movingly) to acknowledging and celebrating both the good times and the bad. * This piece from Whap! magazine summarizes 99% of what women need to understand about men in a few short paragraphs. I'm not sure I can go along with the author's ideas about how best to deal with men. But her description of what we're made of certainly rings true. * Yahoo News reports that the world's oldest... posted by Michael at March 4, 2005 | perma-link | (15) comments





Wednesday, March 2, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * "The Palm Beach Story" -- one of comic genius Preston Sturges' best movies -- is now available on DVD for a very reasonable price. Good to see viewer-reviewers reporting that the quality of the disc is first-rate. * Speaking about lives and the arts, I loved reading Cowtown Pattie's links-rich intro to Texas music, as well as her short "work in progress" memoir. * Steve Sailer thinks that the views of the much-praised bestselling author Malcolm ("Blink") Gladwell and the much-derided Harvard prez Lawrence Summers may have a lot in common. * By the time they were inducted into the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame, none of The Ramones were speaking to each other -- now that's punk rock! I hear that this documentary about the boys, soon to go on sale as a DVD, tells the band's story well. * Poynter Online columnist Steve Outing thinks that the classified ads in traditional newspapers don't have much to offer in the era of Craigslist. * Jonathan has had it with '60s nostalgia. * But is it really true that Frenchwomen don't get fat? Slate's Kate Taylor points out that only 20% of today's French families sit down for traditional French meals. The French, in other words, have started to eat -- and grow fat -- like on-the-go Americans. Interesting to learn that French legislators recently "proposed launching a new government agency to fight weight gain, to be funded by a tax on high-calorie or high-fat foods." Paternalistic control from on high -- that's the French way. * The Superficial reports that Quentin Tarantino will direct the final episode of this season's "CSI: Crime Scene Investigation." The Superficial is one-stop shopping for those who enjoy occasional snarky wallows in the world of celebs. I mean that as a compliment. Well, to The Superficial, in any case. * In some countries, they still know how to keep up standards of good sportsmanship. * Randall Parker links to (and comments on) a remarkable new study of how much current immigration arrangements cost Americans. * Give The People video-editing software, and you just know that the creativity of The People will be released. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 2, 2005 | perma-link | (10) comments





Thursday, February 24, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * The most original and reflective response that I've run across to Christo's Central Park "Gates" comes from Searchblog. * John Emerson writes that Michael Meyer is, along with Stephen Toulmin, his favorite contempo philosopher. I confess that I'm completely unfamiliar with Meyer's work, but John has certainly put Meyer on my radar screen. * Luke Lea has written a moving personal-history posting. * Gerard Van Der Leun's "Law of the Blogger" gives Kipling a run for his money. Plus, what it says is oh-so-true. Hunter S. Thompson's suicide prompts Gerard to recall an evening spent in the great man's not-so-great company. * Razib points out that, sometimes, agriculturalist populations revert to hunting-and-gathering. * Steve takes a look at state-by-state imprisonment rates, and notices some interesting patterns. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 24, 2005 | perma-link | (40) comments





Monday, February 21, 2005


More, More on Summers
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, I know some of you must be getting tired of the Larry Summers imbroglio. To me, though, the story is just getting interesting. It's just at the point of morphing from an interesting, faintly humorous, metaphor/curiosity into a story of some real heft and consequence. It's seemingly no longer about Larry Summers and some angry academics at a conference--it threatens to become a much larger story about the Harvard faculty and the perception of higher education by a wider public. That's because tomorrow night the Harvard faculty will meet and there is a possibility it will vote no confidence in Summer's leadership. That may or may not happen. It's not clear from published reports whether the matter will be placed on the agenda. And if it is on the agenda, it may be defeated. And even if it is passed, the game is not over since the President, formally speaking, serves at the pleasure of the Corporation, not the faculty. And the Corporation seems behind him, for the moment. But consider the consequences of a successful no confidence vote, followed, after suitable hand-wringing and political twists and turns, by a Summers' departure. It could well be very damaging to Harvard's reputation and to elite higher education generally. No, no, you may argue, the no confidence vote will not be about Summers' gender comments but about his fundamental unsuitability for the presidency of Harvard, or of any college. And that, viewed in such a light, a faculty no confidence view can be viewed as appropriate, pure even. True, it can be argued with some credibility that Summers is simply too arrogant, too high-handed, too top down for a college presidency. "Collegiality" can mean obsequiousness and flaccid leadership, but you can't run a great university as a dictator. But--even if the man is hard to like--has Summers' done actually done that, in terms of the actual substance of his presidential leadership? This article suggests not. Summers as a personality seems to leave something to be desired. Indeed, he seems to come across a little like Jabba the Hutt. Nonetheless, the article suggests that Summers actual actions do not warrant a no confidence vote--at least one brought for reasons other than political anger over his MIT comments and the departure of Cornel West. So my guess is that if the story continues on this highly negative trajectory, the faculty will have a lot of explaining to do in the court of public opinion, especially in an era not so dominated by elite organs of opinion. It has become something of an open secret that elite education is not all that it is cracked up to be, but the power of the brand in an era of heightened class consciousness and rising wealth has effectively insulated the elites from market pressures. Lots of knowledgeable observers and college guides point out that equal or better undergradutate education can be had elsewhere, but in this world reputation is all, and the... posted by Fenster at February 21, 2005 | perma-link | (6) comments




More, More, More on Summers
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, The Summers affair is threatening to morph into something bigger than his gender comments (see associated post). But the details of that matter remain interesting. Here are Summers' actual comments and here is the reaction of William Saletan at Slate to them. Saletan's views are close to my own, so I'll more or less incorporate them by reference. In summary, Saletan concludes that: 1. Summers has received a bum rap overall. Most of his critics misunderstood, misquoted or misrepresented what amounted to a relatively balanced and nuanced view. 2. Nonetheless, Summers seems to have gone beyond his self-appointed role as provocateur, and to have arrrived at firm conclusions, without much in the way of back-up. It is one thing to say that genetics may play a role--it is another to conclude, as Summers seemingly did, that the two other factors worthy of consideration are less important in terms of explanation. That may be true, but if he wanted to go as far as the weighting of relevant factors, he probably ought to have cited research findings. As it is, he comes across as embodying his own hunches as science. I don't agree with Saletan, however, that the latter conclusion evidences a lack of heart. I continue to think that Summers was completely aware of his surroundings--that he knew he was in the midst of a crowd with a severe philosophical and political bias in favor of discrimination and upbringing as the only explanations of note. I think he chose to mount an assault on closed-mindedness, and opted for what he considered an appropriate and clever strategy: say all the right things, but hang tough on the need to be skeptical about the too-easy recourse to environmental and political variables. It was clever all right--too clever by half for poor Larry. He may have misjudged his audience, his cleverness or the effect of his statements. But surely it is not a bad thing to chellenge people when they require a challenge. Best, Fenster UPDATE: Here is an article from the Washington Post by three academics taking Summers to task. I keep waiting for a really strong argument to be mounted by the anti-Summers crowd--any good debate needs two good sides--but I don't think this is it. Actually, this article does present in theory the best rebuttal of Summers: that his scientific speculation is just plumb wrong, and that everyone knows that environment is all. If that is true, point and match to Summers' opponents. But, while I am not trained in this or any other scientific field, I think I have enough of an amateur's appreciation of the issue to recognize that Summers' "speculations" are nowhere as out of line as the author's suggest here. It may be, per my post above, that he went a step too far in weighting genetics more heavilty than other variables--but is it really correct to conclude, as the authors do, that there is nothing at all to the genetic... posted by Fenster at February 21, 2005 | perma-link | (3) comments





Saturday, February 19, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Calling all traffic engineers ... * That $400 billion drugs-for-seniors bill? New estimates predict that it'll really cost us $700 billion. That's a thousand dollars more per American citizen than we were told. Can we return this package to the jerks who sold it to us? * Catholic girls, eh? All that timidity, all those agonies, all that fear of evil and damnation. And then ... they go wild. Did anyone else grow up with buddies trying to show some worldliness by muttering things like "Jewish girls are the easiest, Catholic girls are the best"? Wait a minute: I think I first heard that bit of folk wisdom from my (Protestant) parents, weirdly enough. I took it (and I think it was meant) as a tribute to both groups, by the way. * I'm not sure what to make of the fact that my blog posting on the Scottish Enlightenment is linked to from Wikipedia's entry on the Scottish Enlightenment. Scary -- I am soooo not a trustworthy authority. On the other hand: cool. * Thanks to the amazing Dave Lull, who turned up this Christie Davis blog posting about Robert Mapplethorpe, keyed to a David Hockney-curated show of Mapplethorpe's photographs. Davis manages to be sensible and down-to-earth about Mapplethorpe's work. Given how politicized a cause celebre Mapplethorpe was at the end of his life, that's not a minor achievement. * One of my own favorite gay artists is the very un-PC Toronto-based Bruce LaBruce. LaBruce makes amusingly scroungy films, but he's at his best (IMHO) in interviews, and when he writes about movies, and about his own taste for punk rockers and skateboarding boys. I blogged about him here. Here's his own site. I just ran across this fun q&a with him. You won't find Bruce LaBruce making homey, earnest arguments in favor of gay marriage, that's for sure. A wonderful quote: The main thrust of the gay movement currently is toward assimilation, respectability, and the quest to be considered normal and mundane. I think the true gay movement is now dying the same death that feminism died in the early to mid 90's. Feminists also got to the point where they were trying to police the representation of women so strictly, like Stalinists, that they lost all credibility. Anti-porn feminists really killed feminism, just as today's gay prudes, who want a very asexual, cleaned-up, even monogamous and family-oriented version of homosexuality - decorative and benign - are killing true gay activism. But I'm fine with it. I think it will all just pave the way for the homosexual intifada. * Do you spend Sunday evening dreading going back to work? It turns out that you aren't alone. Even people who like their jobs spend Sunday evening in a morose state. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 19, 2005 | perma-link | (17) comments





Friday, February 18, 2005


Facts from Near and Far
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Some facts that have caught my eye recently. Census figures reveal that the number of American households with five or more people has dropped by half since 1970, while one and two-person households are up by 50%. (Source: The American Conservative.) Every year, Americans spend about $50 billion on caffeinated sodas. The coffee company Starbucks was founded in 1971 as a single espresso bar in Seattle. Today, of course, it's nearly everywhere, with more than 7000 branches. And Starbucks is still growing at an amazing rate. Every working day, the company opens four new outlets and hires 200 new employees. Many scientists and historians believe that the Industrial Revolution wouldn't have been possible without the widespread use of caffeineated drinks. Finns ingest more caffeine -- 145 grams a year per person -- than the people of any other nation. Red Bull, a caffeinated drink in a can, is available in 100 countries, and sells close to two billion cans a year. (I found these caffeine facts in National Geographic.) As traditional trade-book publishers consolidate, conglomerate, and become more risk-averse, "book packagers" (small outfits that bring together concepts, writers, and visual people, and that market their packages to traditional publishers) are becoming more important. In some cases, packagers are now functioning as book publishers themselves. Incentive: as mere packagers, they make 10% of their books' profits, while as publishers, they can pocket 50%. Some packaging companies are already bigger than many publishers. Melcher Media, for example, has 11 fulltime employees and produces 10-15 books per year, with an average of 100,000 sales per title. In Turkey, a book that sells 3000 copies is generally considered a bestseller. (Source for these two entries: Market Partners International's Publishing Trends.) While sales of traditional books have stagnated for several years, sales of audiobooks continue to climb -- up 5.1% from 2002 to 2003. The market for audiobooks is now estimated at $800 million. Tom Wolfe confesses that he's an audiobook fan. He and his family listen to audiobooks on their weekend drives to and from the country. "I shouldn't admit this," he says, "but I highly enjoyed a two-hour rendition of 'Moby-Dick' ... We've heard things I probably never would have read, like 'Dracula,' which was much more interesting than I thought it would be." The audiobook version of Bob Dylan's "Chronicles" is read by Sean Penn. An audiobook version of Jack Kerouac's "On the Road" is read by Matt Dillon. Sales of CD (rather than traditional audiotape) versions of audiobooks now account for more than 45% of audiobook sales. Sales of Audible (ie., digital-download) audiobooks were up 69% from 2002 to 2003. (I found these audiobook facts in AudioFile magazine.) Philippe Rousselot, the cinematographer for the current Keanu Reeves cyber-blockbuster "Constantine," didn't always work on big-budget, squaresville movies. He started off as an assistant to the great New Wave cinematographer Nestor Almendros; worked as an assistant on such films as "My Night at Maud's," "Claire's Knee," and... posted by Michael at February 18, 2005 | perma-link | (17) comments





Wednesday, February 16, 2005


One cheer, or thereabouts, for multiculturalism
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, Words mean different things in different cultural contexts. Christianity means something different to an elderly Anglican than it does to a recently converted tribesman. The same is true, I think, of another vaguely religious doctrine: multiculturalism. Because a lot of the controversies surrounding multicult are similar, I suppose I reflexively concluded that the term must mean the same thing at Duke as it does in Denmark, that the world was small enough for a common and uniform meaning. But I dont think thats true. There is a difference. But first things first: multiculturalism is on its face a slippery term, and therefore quite easy to interpret in different ways. Is it a way of bringing people together, or a way of rationalizing keeping them apart? Even in this country, both impulses are evident in multicult doctrine. But there seems little doubt that, owing to the USAs assimilationist history, the bringing together side of the doctrine has played the dominant role, once some of the celebration-of-difference trappings are cut away. Not so in Europe. Press accounts concerning multiculturalism in Europe written by Europeans can be quite revealing (many examples; try here and here). The authors cannot help but demonstrate how the multicult game was constituted, and how it has been played, on the continent. There, the dominant theme is: how shall we rationalize the Pakistanis keeping to themselves in Bradford, or the Turks in Hamburg, or the Moroccans in Rotterdam? The answers: lets let them celebrate their own ways. Lets not obligate ourselves to be influenced overly by their ways. And lets not expect them to adopt our ways. Now we can all feel good about each other, happy that we can all live together, free of any pesky flies in ointment. If only. Ideas are many things, but from an evolutionary point of view they are improvisations looking (blindly) for some sort of traction. They need not be internally consistent or completely clear. Rather the question is: what happens when people think this, or this, or this? However, people experience ideas from the inside out, as it were, and cannot help but invest them with more than their adaptive meaning. And so multiculturalism becomes the frame for big debate over right and wrong, a debate that ends up in odd cul-de-sacs owing to the double-sided cultural meaning of the term. Santayana once remarked that life is not a spectacle or a feast; it is a predicament. Humans get put in conundrum-like predicaments all the time, and so it is not surprising, perhaps, that they resort to double-sided terms as a way of managing. Meanings shift; people duck, weave and improvise. Better, therefore, to consider multiculturalism as a response to a predicament than as a fixed set of right ideas. So lets face the current predicament: there is no way any nation in the modern era can avoid the demands of diversity. The movement of populations, and the cultural frisson that results, are inevitable. The question... posted by Fenster at February 16, 2005 | perma-link | (17) comments





Tuesday, February 15, 2005


More Power Pop
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, This one goes out for all the power pop fans who came out of the woodwork, surprising the author, when a power pop posting was published a short while ago. Internet radio is capable of satisfying your power pop needs. Here's a 24/7 streaming audio station that I particularly like--all power pop, all the time. It's part of the live365 internet audio complex. That site not only has different flavors of power pop (60s. 70s-80's, Brit, etc.), but a seemingly endless array of 24/7 stations. Grab an Airport Express, which for short dollars creates a wireless link between your computer and sound system, and you're in business. Best, Fenster... posted by Fenster at February 15, 2005 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, February 10, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * La Coquette delivers an R-rated account of drinking some good Parisian hot chocolate. Tyler Cowen provides a list of his favorite French culture-things. No hot chocolate, but a nice mention of the immortal Serge Gainsbourg. * Fred confesses that he's only seen a few operas, and that there aren't many others that he's much interested in checking out. * Steve suspects that the Democrats want people to remain unmarried and childless. * Book agent Deborah Schneider tells Backspace that the book market is becoming like the movie market: "Its about mass-market entertainment, high concepts, name brands and formulas. Publishers are looking to build franchises." * John thinks that New York City's most recently approved skyscraper will drag the city down a notch. * It's that time of year when I feel an obligation to link to my long-ago posting about the pros and cons of 10-Best lists. Funny that the world hasn't taken much note of it yet ... * Alan offers some tips on how to get yourself into the lotus position. Patience and hard work seem to play discouragingly big roles in his explanation. * Do you want to know what these women look like undressed? Click and find out. Almost as good a gizmo as those eyeglasses red-blooded boys used to imagine wearing, the ones that enabled you to see through girls' clothes. * Forager thinks that the filmmakers Jim Jarmusch, Wes Anderson and Guy Maddin are One-Note Wonders. * Murray McMillan, an artist who makes installations, talks about why live performers sometimes suit his needs better than videotape. * Robby dared to raise a conservative voice in a Boston grad-school classroom. Despite his foolhardiness, he somehow lived to tell the tale. * The Wall Street Journal takes note of the 75th anniversary of the publication of "The Maltese Falcon." My own wee posting on the topic is here. And don't I enjoy gloating whenever the MSM (mainstream media) are playing catchup to the blogosphere. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 10, 2005 | perma-link | (15) comments





Wednesday, February 2, 2005


Another Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Many thanks to visitor "Saint-Exupery," who points out a rip-roaring new group blog, The Conservative Philosopher. What a cast list: Mr. What-is-Conservatism himself, John Kekes; the great Roger Scruton; Jim Ryan, fondly remembered from Philosoblog days; and many writers whose thinking I'm looking forward to getting to know. In my ideal world, Crooked Timber and Conservative Philospher would spend three weeks a month making civilized points and gentlemanly arguments -- and a week a month bashing each other over the head with folding chairs, World Wrestling Federation-style. * Whiskyprajer finds that the cost of living in California has been giving him second thoughts. * Warners is doing a firstrate job of moving their film library onto DVD. First there was the film noir collection; now comes a boxed set of classic gangster movies. How's this for a lineup: "The Public Enemy," "Angels With Dirty Faces," "Little Caesar," "The Petrified Forest," and "White Heat." Essential viewing at a great price. I haven't personally inspected either package, but all reviewers seem to agree that the discs are beautifully produced. "Top of the world, Ma!", at least for filmbuffs. * Google for video! * The stylish and witty blogger Martine turns out to be a stylish and witty amateur photographer too. * Here's more on how to stay slim while eating like a sensualist. * Sexed-up punk noir? Co-directed by the snappy entertainer Robert Rodriguez and the graphic-novel mega-talent Frank Miller? Starring Clive Owen, Bruce Willis, Jessica Alba, and Mickey Rourke? This is a case of: I don't care if the project works out perfectly, I just want to show up and see what it's like. Here's a taste of "Sin City." But why isn't the gorgeous Carla Gugino featured in the trailer? If Carla's footage has been cut, I'll be one very, very disappointed moviegoer. The film opens April 1st. * David Fleck reports what it's like when gals and guys face off in Trivial Pursuit. * This probably represents some kind of breakthrough, though I'm not sure whether to applaud or groan. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 2, 2005 | perma-link | (0) comments





Monday, January 31, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Who's "white" and who's not? Razib introduces a lot of useful complexity into the question. * To my shame, I only just now came across the web-mag of the American Institute of Graphic Artists. Edited by the great Steven Heller, AIGA Voice is an impressive and inviting publication, full of all kinds of goodies for those fascinated by visuals. I'm looking forward to doing a lot of catching-up. * Vesna Vulovic, a Serbian airline stewardess, was working in a jetliner at 33,000 feet when a terrorist bomb went off. She survived the explosion -- and she survived the fall too. Here's an interview with her. * What do we make of this resourceful playwright's sexual habits? * This audio clip of Orson Welles taping a radio commercial for peas (and not taking direction well, to say the least) was an underground legend for years. Now it can be listened to online. "The right reading for this is the one I'm delivering," he states, orotundly. As a good arts person, I should have felt heartbroken by the spectacle of a great genius reduced to squabbling over a trivial radio spot. Instead, my heart went out to the guys in the control booth. Imagine having to spend your working hours attending to Orson Welles' ego. (CORRECTION: Thanks to James Russell, who tells me that Welles' pea ad was meant for TV and not radio.) * I say, Give the kid a hundred-million-dollar contract now. * Some of the Cajun jokes at this blog made me laugh. Cajun jokes -- who knew? * Thanks to Pondblog for passing along a Swiss report about a new kind of solar-power collector that's not only flexible but highly efficient. Back in the mid-'70s, lots of smart people were confident that the world was on the verge of converting wholesale to solar energy. Has the time for solar finally arrived? Or is solar energy one of those dreams that forever entrances but never comes true? * Teenaged boys simply may not deserve to live. * Thanks to George Hunka for pointing out the blog of the interesting theater journalist Steve Oxman. And congrats to George himself, who has just seen a new play of his given a workshop production. On his own blog, George is doing some prodigious wrangling with the theater whirlwind that is Richard Foreman. I get more of what I'm looking for from discussions about the theater from George's blog than I do from the entire theater staff of the NYTimes. * OGIC has the odds on some literary books about poker. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 31, 2005 | perma-link | (17) comments





Wednesday, January 26, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * One of the first and best of the culturebloggers, Alexandra Ceely has returned from what was looking like a permanent retirement. Alexandra has been busy with a lot of things, it seems, including some impressive quilting. Sad but true: blogging sometimes has to take a second place to other concerns, as I've been discovering over the last few weeks. * Do you remember Robert Fulghum? Author of the zillion-selling "All I Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten" and several other bestsellers? Fulghum recently completed an innovative, one-of-a-kind new novel. Why hasn't it been published in America? Gerard Van der Leun's posting tells the fascinating story. Gerard, who has worked in trade-book publishing, is even more caustic about the business than I am. * As Tivo and DVR users skip over TV ads, television-industry types are trying to figure out new ways to generate income. TV watchers: brace yourselves for product-placements galore. * Tivo for radio, anyone? * Do you think you might make a good scientist? Does the life of a physics prof appeal? It'll be worth your while to check out this Derek Lowe posting, which should interest even those who are merely interested in what the science-y fields are like. * GNXP's David Boxenhorn muses about the very popular Myers-Briggs personality test. David's an INTP. Me, I seem to be an exception to whatever rule it is that the Myers-Briggs wants to prove. Some days I'm Extraverted Mr. Party-Hearty, while other days all I want from life is to hang Introvertedly with The Wife. So do I put myself down as an "E" or an "I"? I wonder if an M-for-Miscellaneous category needs to be created to account for will-of-the-wisps such as I. * Looking over Steve Sailer's ten-best movies of 2004 list, I was amused to realize that the only picture on it that I've seen is "The Battle of Algiers," a film that was originally released in 1965. I guess I'm officially a Former Film Buff now. * Steve's analysis of who-voted-for-whom in the recent elections is an eye-opener. Of course, it was a crowd of bigots, homophobes, and snake-handlers who put Bush back in office, no? The Washington Post's avowedly left-ish David Von Drehle gathers his courage together, and dares to take a drive through Red America. I found Von Drehle's reactions to life among the Bush voters refreshingly open-eyed. * The Fredosphere supplies lots of first-hand info about Michigan's beautiful Traverse City and Leelanau Peninsula. * "Dear Mummy and Daddy -- I'm having such a great time in college! And thanks so much for giving me a digital camera for my birthday!" * Although copyright in America is good for approximately seventeen centuries, in much of Europe it lasts for only 50 years. Which means that, in Europe, many early pop-music songs are beginning to enter the public domain. This year: early Elvis. In a decade or so: The Beatles and the Stones. * Mike... posted by Michael at January 26, 2005 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, January 19, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- The turn of the year seems to be a season for bloggers to ruminate on some of Life's Larger Questions. * Thanks to Searchblog, who alerted me to Nate Davis' thoughtful and powerful posting here. Nate's account of his relationship to his father and how it has affected his own view of men and women has the punch of a good novel. (Russell Banks, it's time to make some room on that sofa.) Nate's posting, IMHO, deserves some kind of special blog-Oscar. * Searchblog herself recently took a trip to a town named Entropy, and wore one far-out and stylish denim jacket. * It sounds like 2004 was a good year for Waterfall. She does feel sorry, though, for her decent Kerry-votin' friends, and wonders if some other Dems -- the ones who spew bile and carry on disgracefully -- have any idea that they're alienating the very people whose votes they need. * I enjoyed some musings and recollections from Whiskyprajer, a Canadian in whose life -- in whose real life as well as fantasy life -- California has played a big role. * Colby Cosh is a guy from a working-class family who works in journalism, a field where many people come from middle and upper-middle-class families. He writes a dazzler here about what goes through his head when privileged-background colleagues carry on about what's best for the working class. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 19, 2005 | perma-link | (8) comments





Friday, January 14, 2005


Elsewhere
Francis Morrone writes: Dear Blowhards, Martha Bayles praises Sideways (here): Let me statemy praisethis way:If you admireJane Austen, and take pleasure in her delicatedistinctions of right and wrong, not to mention her angelic patience towardhuman weakness, then you will very likely savorthe long, smooth finish ofSideways. A.O. Scott (here), by contrast, calls it the most overrated film of the year: Criticism always contains an element of autobiography, and it is not much of a leap to suggest that more than a few critics have seen themselves in Sideways. (Several have admitted as much.) This is not to suggest that white, middle-aged men with a taste for alcohol are disproportionately represented in the ranks of working movie reviewers; plausible as such a notion may be, I don't have the sociological data to support it just yet. But the self-pity and solipsism that are Miles's less attractive (and frequently most prominent) traits represent the underside of the critical temperament; his morbid sensitivity may be an occupational hazard we all face. By the way, have any of you read Martha Bayles's book Hole in Our Soul? The subtitle is The Loss of Beauty and Meaning in American Popular Music. It came out in 1994. And though the title may make it seem a lament, in fact I think it was a riposte to Allan Bloom, whose Closing of the American Mind contained a sharp denunciation of rock music (from a thoroughly grounded Platonic perspective). Bayles wrote a book that was in fact a spirited defense of pop music. Now, that's just the sort of thing a real rock critic would hate. Because the real rock critic doesn't think pop or rock music needs defending. But if you come out of certain intellectual traditions (like the one that causes Martha Bayles to thank both Hilton Kramer and Allan Bloom in her acknowledgments) then you may feel you must somehow justify your love of pop and rock, and as such exercises go, I thought hers was damned good. Stanley Crouch thought so, too, and I think his blurb on the book jacket is worth reprinting here: However one might disagree with this book, particularly with its interpretation of Jazz movements past and present, the overall achievement is exceptionally rich. There is no dog in the prose of Martha Bayles. She writes clearly and superbly of the darkness that has overtaken popular music, and understands well the defeatist techniques that would-be radical pop entertainers inherit from misbegotten fine art--the assertion of the shocking, the vulgar, and the perverse as a way of scalping the bourgeoisie. Her unsentimental grasp of what went wrong when teenage music was taken too seriously, and how Rhythm and Blues decayed into the pornographic coon cages of MTV, is especially important. Through this work we arrive at a more thorough recognition of the difference between fresh, artistic vitality and contrived, impotent vulgarity. I really liked Bayles's book. Yet as the years go by, I shall forever associate it with the phrase "pornographic... posted by Francis at January 14, 2005 | perma-link | (16) comments





Thursday, January 13, 2005


Teaching Company
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- Another round of sales has begun at the Teaching Company. The big news this month is a new History of Human Language by the Berkeley prof John McWhorter. McWhorter has made a name for himself in recent years with commentary on current events. But he's a well-respected academic linguist with plenty of impressive credentials too. I've treated myself to a copy of his series, which sounds yummy. A few humble tips for those new to the Teaching Company: Relax. You can't lose. If you don't like the package you order, send it back. The Teaching Company will refund your money. Buy a series that appeals to you, but only when it's on sale. The retail price of a Teaching Company package is very fair, make no mistake. Compare the cost of a Teaching Company series to the cost of a college course. But nearly all the courses are put on sale at some point during the year. And when they're on sale, they're outrageously good values. Look for these names, all of whose work I've found wonderful: Taylor, Greenberg, Allitt, Sapolsky, Messenger, Kors, Zarefsky. I hope I'm not forgetting any of the profs whose work I've liked ... Please type "Teaching Company" into the search box in the blog's left-hand column. You'll turn up specific reviews by me, for whatever they're worth. But you'll turn up a lot of helpful and generous recommendations from visitors as well. When you've gone through a series, why not pass it along -- to a friend, or to your local library? You'll probably never go through the course again, and it's a Good Thing to share the pleasure ... On my morning commute, I'm making my way through some of Robert Greenberg's "Great Masters" profile/biographies of composers. Greenberg's got a goofball, exuberant style, which wins over the Regular Joe in me. But he also delivers substantial goods: solid history and context; well-presented and comprehensible analyses; enthusiastic appreciations ... And he's a showman in his own right, with a fabulously good instinct for what we need to know and when we need to know it, and for how to deliver the material in a way that'll stay with a listener after the series is over. He's a phenomenon. Thanks to him I'm a little less stupid than I used to be. I don't know whether or not this is yet another function of age, but I've found in recent years that I can't retain much that's delivered by speakers who don't know how to sell their wares. Is this something you've noticed too? (Incidentally, Blowhard Francis Morrone is an excellent speaker and presenter. Check out this page for Francis' schedule of talks and walking tours. Wait: it's a little out-of-date. Francis? Are you out there, Francis? Your page needs updating. Anyway, you can sign up for email notifications of Francis' gigs on the same page.) I've gone through a number of series from the Teaching Company that were perfectly... posted by Michael at January 13, 2005 | perma-link | (9) comments





Wednesday, January 12, 2005


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Yahmdallah, who has given his blog a pop-y new look, gets off a lot of funny lines about some movies he has seen. Sample: "If by chance you find yourself having to watch 'The Bourne Supremacy,' and if you actually catch Matt Damon acting, have a drink! I guarantee you'll be sober at the end of the flick." * The performance-savvy Sluggo enjoyed "Stage Beauty." I also loved reading Sluggo's short posting about the joys of Restoration Comedy. * The rightie dynamos at City Journal have turned out another chockful issue. It's readable in its entirety -- you go, City Journal! -- here. So far I've only had time to read Brian Anderson's piece about how, while the professoriat may tend to march in intellectual lockstep, student bodies certainly don't. It's first-rate, and should interest visitors who were tickled by some recent blabfests on this blog. Soon up on my reading list: Heather Mac Donald, Kay Hymowitz, Stephen Malanga, and Theodore Dalrymple. * It's an important question: how to make "the girls" behave the way they're supposed to? Cowtown Pattie delivers the, er, lowdown. * Anyone who hasn't delved into the great Friedrich Hayek yet -- my tip is to start here -- can sample his mind by reading this Reason interview with biographer Bruce Caldwell. * Outer Life's evocation of a difficult morning-after had me laughing in sympathy. My alcohol tolerance has diminished a lot in recent years. Seems to be yet another aging-related development, sigh. These days I avoid red wine entirely, and even where white wine is concerned have to limit myself to two glasses. * I haven't caught up with "Sideways" yet, have you? Come to think of it, I haven't watched a movie in a movie theater in a couple of months, which must be some kind of record in my adult life. But The Wife loved the movie and is urging me not to wait for the DVD. Here's an interview with Rex Pickett, the screenwriter/novelist whose novel the movie is based on. Pickett's delighted with Alexander Payne's movie of his novel, though his other movieworld war stories should open a few eyes to what the moviemaking process is usually like. (Chaos, frustration, bloodshed, and humiliation, basically.) Fun to see that the smart, funny, and spunky Communicatrix agrees with The Wife about "Sideways." Moviefans in the mood for lowkey, offbeat satires should also enjoy Alexander Payne's earlier "Citizen Ruth" (buyable, Netflixable) and "Election" (buyable, Netflixable). * Ya don't wanna diss a squid. * Francophiles as well as fans of saucy writing should enjoy La Coquette, the blog of an American woman who has just moved to Paris. * Some men are lucky enough to have hobbies that they really, really love. * Every now and then somone who publishes journalism of one kind or another catches fire. A combo of talent, energy, subject matter, opportunity, luck -- and, holy moly, there's really something to behold. Some examples:... posted by Michael at January 12, 2005 | perma-link | (1) comments





Tuesday, January 11, 2005


Who is Responsibible?
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, A recent post and associated comments dealt with the issue of theology and catastrophe--in particular, whether a personal God had a hand in the Asian tsunami and what to make of it if so. Some very thoughful commenters weighed in with non-dogmatic Christian perspectives, prompting this rejoinder from Fenster: I just can't get myself worked up about explaining physical events, even terrible catastrophes, in religous terms--or at least in terms of a relation to a personal God. I just may have to accept the fact that I find the idea of a personal God to be not that compelling--never have, even in Sunday School. On the other hand, I have to recognize that my own desire to "explain" events from a non-personal God point of view reflects a need for solace in the same fashion as does an explanation proferred by a believer. Soon after posting, I came across this article in the Spectator on-line. In it, Peter Jones continues his examination of modern issues from the point of view of antiquity--in this case, of paganism. Seems that Seneca wrestled with the problem of whether the gods were responsible for bad things happening. There had been an earthquake at Pompeii (this about a decade before the Vesuvius eruption) and Seneca wondered about the gods' intervention. It was commonly held in that era that the gods were directly involved, that their interactions with one another and with mankind were part of it, and that disasters could be avoided or minimized via proper conduct on the part of makind relative to the gods with appropriate jurisdiction. Seneca, then Jones: It will help to keep in mind that gods cause none of these things and that neither heaven nor earth is overturned by the wrath of divinities. These phenomena have causes of their own; they do not rage on command. Seneca insists on this because, he says, it is the only way to cure humans of their ignorance about the true nature of the world and thus relieve them of the terrible fear of a capricious deity. Compared with that awful prospect, the knowledge that nature, however occasionally violent, is predictable comes as a tremendous relief. I think of this when I see atheists raging on television, intent on showing that God had nothing--nothing!!--to do with it. In getting so worked up, they are demonstrating that they are hardly as indifferent as the universe they claim to speak for, and that the need for solace, while part of human nature, comes in quite different flavors, and can be made suitable for pagans, Christians and even agnostics and atheists. To change subjects almost completely (while staying on the religion meme), here is a fascinating article from the Independent on the (perhaps suspect?) success of Patrick Henry College, a very new, and very Christian, college with high hopes for the success of its grads and, in turn, for changing the world. The correct bookend for this piece is Univeristy Diaries'... posted by Fenster at January 11, 2005 | perma-link | (13) comments





Friday, January 7, 2005


Mini-Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * I enjoyed taking this how-much-of-a-nerd-are-you? test, and would love to know how you guys score. (I'd really love to know how the squad at GNXP scores. Off the scale, I bet.) Fair warning: it won't be hard to beat my score: 1, out of a possible 100. Yes, yes, it really was very silly of me to have imagined as a boy that I'd grow up to be a scientist ... * Ladies: would you accept a date from The Gregster? (Link thanks to Martine.) * As far as I'm concerned, attractive young celebs owe it to the rest of us to visit St. Barth's, strip down on the beach, and get themselves photographed by paparazzi. It may not be a great idea to check yourself for sandiness while out in public, though. * Whoops, for a minute there I forgot that this is a respectable blog. OK then: here's a good Jonathan Yardley piece about the brilliant crime writer Charles Willeford, about whom I've wanted to post for ages. Willeford is best-known for a series of novels featuring a cop named Hoke Moseley (start with "Miami Blues"), and he's one of a kind: cussed, funny, companionable, demented. Talk about color, atmosphere, psychology and sociology! Willeford's vision of America as an exhilarating/appalling carnival of excess and despair is one I find impossible to resist. Good plots, vivid characters, and juicy writing too. If Charles Bukowski had ever been able to pull a real story together, it might have come out like a Willeford. One of Willeford's best novels -- "The Burnt Orange Heresy" -- is also one of the best yarns I've ever read about the artworld. Jonathan Yardley knew Willeford and worked with him, so that makes his piece a special treat. (Link thanks to ALD.) Respectable enough? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 7, 2005 | perma-link | (21) comments





Wednesday, January 5, 2005


More Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Will Duquette's book review is all Will this time around. (Deb English evidently has had a bit of Real Life -- whatever that is -- to attend to.) I was especially interested to read Will's reviews of some Robert Barnard and Peter Lovesey mysteries, although disappointed to learn that they aren't these writers' best work. I've read a little Barnard and Lovesey, and found them delightful. * Tyler Cowen writes a brainy and helpful review of the new Jared Diamond, and responds to some other books here. Tyler's clearly someone with a serious long-book-reading habit. * Does it have to follow from allowing gays to marry that polygamy will be legalized too? Colby Cosh thinks the answer is yes. Fred Reed has some absurdist chuckles at the whole marriage-debate spectacle. * The waste, the tragic waste of it. * Have you ever come under the spell of the food writer MFK Fisher? Though she doesn't get discussed much these days, back in the '70s and '80s she was a writer who was spoken about in hushed and reverent tones. But I was never a fan. I enjoyed OGIC's posting about Fisher more than I've enjoyed reading Fisher herself; I'm one of those disbelievers who finds Fisher a bit of a camp hoot. For food writing, give me Calvin Trillin or Elizabeth David any day. But OGIC's posting is a good one: she's smart about what it is those who love Fisher love her for. * Yet another daredevil recreational activity I feel no need whatsoever to take part in. Balloons sure are pretty though. (Link via Attu.) * Now that I think about it, balloons can be kinda sexy too. * What's the "Sapphometer"? Find out here. But file this one in the ever-fatter folder of "fetishes I don't get." This one, too. * Tarzan yodel: Lynn Sislo has posted her own best-of-blogs list, and 2Blowhards walks away with the "best group blog" honors. Coming from anyone that would be a treat; coming from Lynn it means a lot more than that. I'm still happily exploring the winners of Lynn's other blogcategories; as always, and among other things, Lynn's one of the best linkers out there. * Typing the above, I realized that Lynn's also one of my very favorite voices in blogdom. She's down-to-earth yet unusually imaginative; her wryness and unruffled thoughtfulness combine with a rare responsiveness to the arts. And thinking about Lynn's voice got me thinking about some of my other favorite blogvoices ... The inimitably merry and incisive Alice in Texas ... the cosmopolitan/boho, poetically sexy and rhapsodic Searchblog ... and SYAffolee, whose tranquil surface coexists with a lot of spunk, brains, and reflectiveness. I find reading SYAffolee like reading a haiku diary; she wins my own Still-Blogwaters-Run-Deep Award. Hey, I notice that all these fave blogvoices of mine belong to chicks. Hmm. * John Ray points out a startling piece in the Telegraph that asks, Are the fruits... posted by Michael at January 5, 2005 | perma-link | (14) comments





Monday, January 3, 2005


Elsewhere
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, Here's a bit of post-holiday grab-bag. * First off, I found Gregg Easterbrook's tongue-in-cheek holiday letter both fun to read and difficult to take. I am a somewhat reluctant blue-stater, but I am a blue-stater nonetheless (as well as a boomer and a bobo). I work hard to have Easterbrook's pen not point at me, and do a passable job of it, but my bone is not that far from the surface and it's not difficult to cut close to it. * And on the subject of color-affiliation, here is one of the best things I've read on the Democrats blue-state blues. It's by former rightie, now leftie, Michael Lind, and it appears in the liberal journal The American Prospect. Much has been written since the election about the color purple, a lot of it fatuous, but I think Lind gets it right. Will it help the Dems to become more purplish? And what does it mean, anyway? Will it be sufficient for the Dems to be less tongue-tied on traditional values, or will they be compelled to actually speak in tongues? The virtue of Lind's analysis is that it is multi-dimensional, taking into account historical, political and cultural factors, and coming up with a pretty focused prescription. Rather than a panicked, blunderbuss approach ("run right! run right!"), Lind makes a measured conclusion and defends it--go to the midwest for specific outcomes achieved in specific ways. It beats listening to Kerry trying his hand at glossolalia. Me, I'm a lifelong Democrat and cast my first presidential ballot for a Republican this year--and I go as far back as McGovern, whom I helped win his only state, Massachusetts. I did not vote for Bush this year with huge apprehensions, and to date have no regrets. But there are a lot of reasons I'd happily vote for a D over an R nationally, and I await actions on the part of the party that would cause me to conclude that such a path was reasonable. *Note to Francis: I have also followed the Barnes controversy with some interest, though I have not had the pleasure of visiting the Merion site (perhaps I am of the great unwashed??) Anyway, I also read an account entitled "The Devil and Dr. Barnes", but it was by Richard Feigen--a chapter in his book "Tales from the Art Crypt". You can't get this article on-line, but to my mind it's worth a detour to a bookstore or library if you find the story interesting. I thought the byzantine boardroom twists and turns deserving of a Dynasty-style movie or TV treatment--and that's before, as you point out, you even begin to examine the issue from an art point of view. To make matters more complicated, there's the entire legal/philosphical/fiduclary aspect of the case that has so intrigued property advocates like the Wall Street Journal. In the view of the WSJ, this story is all about donor rights and expectations, the fiduciary obligations of... posted by Fenster at January 3, 2005 | perma-link | (12) comments





Saturday, December 18, 2004


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * My favorite ex-blogger is ex no longer: J. Cassian blogs again. How long will he keep at it this time around? * Ron Silliman spells out some hard facts about the publishing and distribution of poetry books. * I don't link often enough to Gerard Van der Leun, who's one of blogdom's best writers. Mea culpa. (Gerard is certainly blogdom's best editor.) Recently Gerard wrote an especially moving essay. He starts by discussing his unusual last name, then turns the posting into something else entirely. * Let's give a big round of applause to America's most generous charitable donors. * WhiskyPrajer evaluates the rock magazines. * One of the great silent comedians, Harold Lloyd was as much of a star as Chaplin or Keaton, and was perhaps the most hard-working of the three. In fact, "hard-working," "All-American," and "gung-ho" were parts of his onscreen persona. It turns out that Lloyd was busy during his leisure hours too, spending many of them (in all-American fashion) making nude photographs of starlets and models. A book-length collection of his photos has just been published. Here's hoping that, in terms of how he treated his models, he wasn't one of the creeps our "Confessions of Naked Model" correspondent "J" recently wrote about. * Have teen boys been watching too much "Jackass"? * OuterLife has been thinking about money, as well as company holiday parties. * Thanks to Fred Himebaugh for pointing out this hilarious humor piece on the theme of postmodernism -- it's silly in the most wonderful way. Disorganized me has just begun to explore Fred's music, and I'm having a very good time doing so: Fred's an impressive and resourceful composer who has his own way of combining and constrasting the dark and the light. * One of the disadvantages of the link-a-thon form is that it can be hard to link to a whole group of bloggers: the people who specialize in links, and who don't tend to write showy, "event" postings. That's a pity: they're smart, funny, generous people, as well as crucial Internet nodes. So this linkathon I want to salute one of them: Greg Ransom, the dynamo brainiac who runs Prestopundit, a Hayek-ian version of Instapundit. Already today Greg has put up a dozen very interesting postings-plus-links-plus-brief-commentaries. Whenever I visit Greg's blog I wind up kissing a few hours goodbye, and am happy to do so: Greg always turns up much that's too good not to explore. An intense brain-buzz, guaranteed. * The Peruvian-born economist Hernando de Soto talks about the difference between "dead capital" and "live capital," and adds a lot of nuance to our usual understanding of property. Amazing fact of the day: in Egypt, it typically takes seventeen years (and visits to thirty-two different government offices) to buy a plot of land. No wonder 90% of Egyptians live outside the country's legal system. * David Sucher has argued that -- in these multimedia, visuals-centric times -- being able... posted by Michael at December 18, 2004 | perma-link | (9) comments





Wednesday, December 8, 2004


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Blogging wannabes who have been holding back might want to eyeball MSN's new "Spaces" feature -- free and easy blogging, apparently. DesignObserver's Jessica Helfand reacts to the "Spaces" templates. * How do you guys respond to "Outsider Art"? Me, I even tend to like art that's merely in the Outsider style. I wonder if I find this kind of work so cheery because it has the DIY spirit. Garage-band rock makes me feel cheery in the same way. * Intellectual megastars Richard Posner and Gary Becker have started their own blog here. * The Village Voice's Wayne Barrett takes a peek behind the curtains of the showboating, charismatic charlatan that is Al Sharpton. Did Sharpton help take down Jesse Jackson, and how? Who is Marjorie Fields-Harris, and why was she able to buy both a new Cadillac and a new Mercedes? And has man-of-the-cloth Sharpton ever done anyone any selfless good? Sample passage: Strangely enough, it was Falwell in the TV debate who boasted that he operated a home for unwed mothers, an AIDS hospice, an adoption program, and a clinic for drug addicts, all in tiny Lynchburg, Virginia. When he asked if Sharpton was "involved" in even one similar effort, the reverend who's never had a church, or run a substantive social program, changed the subject. * Are you as amazed as I am by how often many leftists and libertarians refer back to first principles? I understand that we all need to check the compass from time to time. But there's a fanaticism about adhering to principle at all moments in some of the left and much of the libertarian world that gives me the willies. What are they afraid will happen if they stop policing their thoughts? I thought John Ray's discussion about the difference between always working from principle and ... well, the way life is usually lived was on the money. * Thanks to Dave Lull for pointing out Susie Bright's reaction to Toni Bentley's memoir, "The Surrender." Bright is amusing and appreciative even though she isn't wild about the book. Don't skip the comments on the posting. * Vdare's Bryanna Bevens delivers the bad (if predictable) news that Arizona's political class is doing its best to shoot down the state's recently-triumphant Proposition 200. Aren't our political elites supposed to be serving our interests, not defying them? The NYTimes reports that, despite being 10% of the population of France, Muslims are now in a majority in French prisons. * Jesse McKinley's piece about the finances of Broadway theater is an eye-opener. Startling fact: "No new play that has opened on Broadway in the last two and a half years has turned a meaningful profit." * I found these Flash ads at Nike's site amusing, and far more creative than most of what I see in movie theaters these days. * OGIC has discovered Kenji Mizoguchi's masterpiece Sansho the Bailiff, and is impressed. "Sansho" is one of my all-time... posted by Michael at December 8, 2004 | perma-link | (14) comments





Saturday, December 4, 2004


Shopping Questions
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A couple of hours of Xmas browsing leave me wondering about two things. Greasy=sexy. Is anyone else as surprised as I am by how often ads that are meant to flaunt sexiness -- ads for underwear and swimwear, etc -- feature models with greasy hair, and even shiney/greasy skin? Judging from the posters and packaging I saw today, greasy=sexy has become a Standard Cultural Thing. I guess the grease -- often accompanied by pouting lips, "look at me/don't look at me" posture, bulging muscles, lotsa skin, and attitude to burn -- is conveying "sullen," "audacious," "claustrophobically intimate" ... The ads seem to be selling a fantasy of adolescence -- those handful of years when you have the energy and bounce of a kid but also the fullgrown sexual equipment of an adult, as well as too much spare time for your own good. They're selling the idea that adolescence can be a wonderful, decadent party, instead of the mood-swinging, anxious-exhausted, lonely/misunderstood, what-am-I-going-to-turn-out-to-be thing it usually is. The actual greasiness of adolescence, after all, is stinky, dandruffy, shiney-nosed, and pimply. But in current popular culture, teengrease is the musk of orgiastic gods. I trace this glamor-of-seediness fashion back to the early photos of Bruce Weber and the early films of Gus Van Sant. Their work grows out of Warhol, and the pornography Warhol was ripping off, er, inspired by. And before Warhol, there was Tennessee Williams, with his taste for sweaty, sensitive louts. Careful readers will note that Weber, Van Sant, Warhol, and Williams are (or were) all gay. How ... odd that greasy=sexy has managed to move out of the gay underground to have such a long run in the squaresville mainstream. Any hunches about how much longer the mainstream will continue to find teengrease sexy? Does Bose bite? Or am I tone deaf? I happily admit to being no audiophile. I don't subscribe to techie-audio magazines, and I don't have demanding ears; I'm more than pleased with sound quality that's good-enough. All I really want is to be able to follow the music and understand the dialog, dammit. I have no sound-snob qualifications or pretentions, in other words. And since I don't keep up, I may also be ill-informed about contempo audio reputations. But, and FWIW, I've long been under the impression that Bose's audio equipment is considered ... prestigious, or desirable, or something. Well, today I poked my ears in a Bose showroom for the first time, eager to be ravished. But what I heard from Bose's products was sound that seemed designed to wow the rubes. Effects were immensely heightened. The chest-thumpingness of the bass and the tinkles and whooshes in the higher registers were keyed 'way up, as though determined to make you say "Whoa!" As for the sense of the music and the dialogue: it was left far, far behind. Oh, initially the display of audio fireworks was impressive. But it took me only four or five seconds to... posted by Michael at December 4, 2004 | perma-link | (18) comments




Guest Posting -- Mark's Teaching Company Choices
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- One of our regular commenters, Mark, works as an investor and moneymanager in Maryland. He's also an even bigger fan (and user) of the Teaching Company's products than I am. A few days ago, Mark dropped a comment on the blog that was full of reactions to Teaching Company courses; I found it so helpful that I asked Mark if I could promote it to its own posting. I was pleased he agreed to let me do this. Here's what Mark had to say: Michael -- Like you, I root for the Teaching Company. I will mention, in case it enters someone's mind to ask, that I have no affiliation with them. I order some of the Teaching Company series in the DVD format and others on CD. I watch a lot of the DVD's as I row on my Concept2 rowing machine. The benefit to that is that it makes the rowing go by with less pain; the detriment is that sometimes the fatigue causes the mind to wander. Other times I will sit in front of the TV and watch a lecture or two in lieu of other programming. That is a good alternative for when I'm too tired to read but not yet ready to sleep. In terms of the CD's I will listen in the car, and also on my stereo system at home, where I will crank-up the volume while I fold clothes, shave etc. Also, I have recorded several to my hard drive and transferred them to my Ipod-like device, which is great for walks. As for the courses themselves, here are some thoughts and reactions. Their course on American History, taught by three professors, was very interesting and well done. Patrick Allit you mentioned before as being very good; the other two are strong as well. I was a History major and I wish more of my professors were as interesting as these guys are. I am very impressed by Professor Robinson's courses on Philosophy and Psychology. His level of erudition and apparent breadth and depth of knowledge were very impressive. I Googled him once and found a review of one of these courses which was quite positive but mentioned that his manner or voice was somewhat pedantic. I didn't find him that way at all. I thought he was likeable, very interesting and obviously very, very intelligent. I love Professor Fears' courses on the History of Freedom as well as Famous Greeks and Romans. He is a very dynamic and theatrical lecturer, and the courses were very interesting. He does a good job of relating past events and personalities to our contemporary era. He made an interesting point, in the "History of Freedom" course, about how our Founders' model was the Rome of the Republic but how what we have become instead is the Rome of the Caesars. Like them, he said, we want to be entertained, to enjoy the prosperity, and to leave the governing... posted by Michael at December 4, 2004 | perma-link | (20) comments





Thursday, December 2, 2004


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Pattie and her beloved Kman have had a bad scare, the result of lots of Texas sun meeting fair Irish skin. Things are looking good, but why not stop by and offer best wishes? * Brian's been thinking about Le Corbusier. Frank Gehry's buildings -- surprise, surprise -- tend to leak, and to make neighbors uncomfortable. * I loved Paul Moses' Village Voice article about how much money the NYTimes extorted recently from NYCity. All it took was a threat to leave town, and the tax breaks came tumbling. My eyes glaze over when deals are analyzed, but I gather from Moses' article that our beloved liberal newspaper of record is essentially screwing city taxpayers out of tens of millions of dollars. But how gratifying it is to learn that the design for the Times' new building is cutting-edge. My favorite detail from Moses' piece: as part of the deal, the state condemned a building on land the Times coveted, forcing its owners to sell. * Thanks to Cronaca for pointing out this hilarious Guardian story about how a Wal-Mart heiress went through college. Gasp: a rich person used her money to make life easy for herself! Fab detail: "She was a very demanding, expect-the-best boss," Ms Martinez said. "I rarely got a bad grade, but if I did, she'd say, 'This was horrible.' She was pretty picky." * Forager has been catching up with some mystery classics, and reports that Earle Stanley Gardner was pretty darn good. Crime-fiction fans should also enjoy this q&a with James ("L.A. Confidential") Ellroy. * James Russell has been listing his favorite films from various decades. (Start here.) James has done a lot of movie-watching, and has developed an impressive taste-set. * For years, it's been hard to find copies of one of my own fave '70s movies, Robert Altman's "California Split." I ran across a videocassette version some years back, but it was so horribly done that it completely destroyed the film's smokey magic. So I was thrilled to learn the other day that a new DVD of the movie is now available. I hit the One-Click button feeling no guilt whatsoever. The film (which stars Elliott Gould and George Segal, and is from a script by Joseph Walsh) is a gambling picture and a buddy movie both, but in terms of its tone and its humor, it's one of a kind: a bleary, free-associating, hazey ride -- something like "The Sting" as re-written by Charles Bukowski, if I can be forgiven for crosswiring artforms. Those who don't know who Charles Bukowski was can play catchup here. * Speaking of one-of-a-kinds ... Have you ever run across Ruth Draper? She worked professionally from the 1920s into the 1950s, and was an amazing figure in American arts history. A writer, an eccentric, and a performer, she was what we might today call a performance artist but what was then called a monologuist -- a one-woman showperson. She... posted by Michael at December 2, 2004 | perma-link | (11) comments





Friday, November 26, 2004


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * OK, so ancient Greek statues weren't white. We know that. They were painted, or gold-leafed, or something. Very interesting. But what did they actually look like? Here's the answer, or one possible answer anyway. And talk about gaudy! What I'm most reminded of is the decor in NYC pizza parlors. * Thanks again to Dave Lull, who points out this short New York magazine piece. In it, Toni Bentley responds to critics of her book "The Surrender," most of whom turn out to be female. I thought the book was wonderful, but then again I'm naught but a guy. * Should we analyze narratives or enjoy them? And what does it mean to be "taken out of the story" anyway? Forager has some thoughts. * Susan has been wondering about fantasy, immersion, fiction and computer games. * America's Art-and-Crafts era was a good time for women artists, a number of whom achieved fame and prosperity as illustrators and designers. Here's an intro to one of the most-talented of these women, Elizabeth Shippen Green. * Martine isn't a fan of the "LOTR" movies -- too damn many chases. Calendars of hunky Italian priests please her more. * Anyone who's curious about the classic Japanese cinema but hasn't known where to begin should find this well-annotated Amazon viewer's list a concise help. * Thanks to Gavin Shorto for pointing out this interesting Guardian piece on possible relationships between music and language. * Here's a fun visit with the great English actress Maggie Smith. * I haven't cracked it yet, but a new issue of City Journal -- one of the best magazines out there -- is now online. It includes articles by the usual high-powered cast (Kay Hymowitz, Heather Mac Donald), as well as a collection of new-classicist proposals for Manhattan's West Side. John Massengale thinks the new classicists should have done better. * Alan Little learns the hard way about one of those traps women set for their men. Then he wonders how well-equipped science is to account for the effects of yoga and meditation. * I haven't yet subscribed to the English magazine The Idler, which extolls the joys of lazing around. But I certainly plan to do so once I can gather up the energy to send in a check. Here's a charming visit with The Idler's anti-dynamic mastermind, Tom Hodgkinson. And here's a Newsweek visit with Carl Honore, the author of "In Praise of Slowness." I blogged enthusiastically, if lazily, about this lovely book here. * So maybe turning the country into a giant Wal-Mart while living on credit from the Chinese hasn't been a good idea after all. Morgan Stanley's chief economist thinks the American economy is goin' down. * Arnold Kling takes on some of the myths about Social Security. * One of the political terms it pays to watch out for is "social justice." Who could be against such an innocuous-sounding thing as social justice? Yet what's happened... posted by Michael at November 26, 2004 | perma-link | (12) comments





Saturday, November 20, 2004


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * People in the midwest had the chance to see some extraordinary Northern-Lights displays recently. * The Scotsman Alexander Mackendrick directed three movies that have made their way into the movie-history books: the early-'50s Ealing comedies "The Man in the White Suit" and "The Ladykillers," and the wonderful (and influential) 1957 tabloid horror-comedy "Sweet Smell of Success." Then he decided he'd had it with the movie business and turned to teaching. A professor of filmmaking at CalArts for more than 20 years, Mackendrick was -- or so I've been told -- an amazingly smart and effective teacher. He died in 1993, but apparently not before pulling his teaching notes into book shape. The result, "On Filmmaking: An Introduction to the Craft of the Director," has just gone on sale in England; it'll go on sale in the States next year. Reviewing the book for the Guardian, Zoe Green says it's the real deal. * How'd that get there? * Bored and lonely men are prone to do very foolish things. * It doesn't look like "Waterfall" will be writing that romance novel after all. * People have certainly eaten some strange things. * A few years ago, the playwright Bryony Lavery lifted some words and facts from one of Malcolm Gladwell's New Yorker stories and used them in a play. When Gladwell learned about the borrowings, he was indignant. But why couldn't he sustain his outrage? His terrific New Yorker piece about the episode leads him into provocative musings about copyright, intellectual property, and how culture works. Henry Farrell sees an opportunity for the Dems to make some political hay out of the copyright wars. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 20, 2004 | perma-link | (4) comments





Friday, November 19, 2004


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- A busy week is making it impossible for me to pull together a posting with a through-line of its own. Hey, life's not supposed to interfere with blogging. But nothing's going to stop me from passing along a few links anyway: * Have you watched the latest Amazon short-movie presentation? Talk about the most advanced technological pizzazz being put at the service of nothing at all ... Wow: the colors, the editing, the sound -- dazzling, if also annoying to the max. But the story, the acting, and the psychology are on the embarrassing level of what I and my fellow 19-year-olds were doing when I spent a few minutes in film school decades ago. And those interactive end credits -- which have to be seen to be understood -- are freaky. Which came first: the movie or the product placement? * Thanks to ALD for pointing out this good Lynn Hirschberg rant about what's become of American movies. Hirschberg's useful and smart on how the need to appeal to a world market has affected the kind of product Hollywood makes. I'm hoping Tyler Cowen will see fit to respond; Tyler generally makes the case for the cultural benefits of globalization. * Jane Galt's posting about what can be done about the poor has attracted a lot of notice around the blogosphere. Tyler comments here. Arnold Kling comments here. * A with-it young friend alerted me to this new blog for gamers. * I love the site of the young graphic designer Tatiana Arocha. Her own art has a lot of hotsy-totsy flair and personality. But I also admire a couple of other things about Tatiana's site: the entrepreneurial way she's set her site up as a virtual gallery for the work of other artists and designers too; and her openness to all kinds of visual expression -- t-shirts, jewelry, photography, webwork, and graphic design, as well as the more traditional arts. Now there's post-modernism in its best possible form. * Note to self: think twice before wearing biking shorts. * Bryanna Bevins notes that the Arizona Border Patrol apprehended over 2000 illegal immigrants with criminal records in October alone. Greg Ransom argues that "illegal foreign labor is the force driving down wages and driving native born Americans out of a job." * If Britney starts wearing her pants any more low-slung they're going to vanish up inside her. * GWBush's war in Iraq has so far cost your household almost $2000. * Thanks to Steve Sailer, who pointed out this q&a with the Berkeley history professor Yuri Slezkine. Slezkine has just published a new book, "The Jewish Century," and is brilliant and to-the-point about Jewish history, the modern world, and how (in his view) we're all becoming Jewish. Bex Schwartz' posting about what it's like to be a "bad-girl Jew" is a whole lot less scholarly than Slezkine's q&a, but maybe even more fun. * Belgium's highest court has just outlawed one of... posted by Michael at November 19, 2004 | perma-link | (1) comments





Saturday, October 16, 2004


Some Random Facts
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I enjoyed noting down some of the interesting facts I ran across during the last week. So please indulge a cleaning-off-my-desktop posting. In America, between the ages of 50 and 64, there are 93 men for every 100 women. But in the older-than-65 category, there are only 70 men for every 100 women. "Fiscal conservative" President Bush has increased domestic discretionary spending by 25% in four years; nutty Democrat Bill Clinton increased it by only 10% over eight years. Bush, by the way, hasn't seen fit to veto a single Congressional spending bill, no matter how pork-laden. In an Economist poll of 56 econ profs, 70% said that President Bush's first term deserved poor or very bad marks. On the other hand, 368 economists have signed a letter to the effect that Kerry's economics program will lead to disaster. By Natasha Law Jude Law's painter sister Natasha Law makes images that look like illustrations for the Playboy Advisor, but they're real gallery-artworld creations. I've wondered for years about the effect our nutty immigration policies might be having on our poverty rates. After all, most newcomers are poor ... We get millions and millions of 'em, year after year ... Surely our poverty rates must be higher than they'd be if we ran a sensible immigration policy. Newsweek's daring economics columnist Robert Samuelson spells out some of the cause-and-effect:: The increase in poverty in recent decades stems mainly from immigration. Until our leaders acknowledge the connection between immigration and poverty, we'll be hamstrung in dealing with either ... Compared with 1990, there were actually 700,000 fewer non-Hispanic whites in poverty last year. Among blacks, the drop since 1990 is between 700,000 and 1 million, and the poverty ratethough still appallingly highhas declined from 32 percent to 24 percent ... Meanwhile, the number of poor Hispanics is up by 3 million since 1990. Well, now we know. By the way, I see that Latino teens are twice as likely as blacks to drop out of school, and three times more likely than whites. So I guess the poverty problem we're importing won't be going away anytime soon. I didn't realize until this week -- three months late -- that 2004 is the 25th anniversary of the first Sony Walkman. Teodoro Obiang Nguema, the ruler of the African state of Equatorial Guinea, likes to kill his enemies and eat their testicles. Though Equatorial Guinea is rich in oil and low in population, Teodoro doesn't spread much of the wealth around: he's thought to be worth over half a billion dollars. Meanwhile, clean water and medicine are scarce in the rest of the country, and most Equatorial Guineans live on monkey, porcupines, and rats. Nonetheless, Nguema is considered to be only the sixth-worst of the world's current dictators. (Source: The American Conservative.) Are you thinking about buying a big, flat-screen television? Plasma TV screens tend to go dull and then burn out over time. On the other hand,... posted by Michael at October 16, 2004 | perma-link | (7) comments





Friday, October 15, 2004


The Joke That Had to Happen
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, Concerning the death of Derrida-- 1. Can there be any certainty in the death of Jacques Derrida ? The obituarists objective attempts to place his life in a finite context are, necessarily, subject to epistemic relativism, the idea that all such scientific theories are mere narrations or social constructions. Surely, a postmodernist deconstruction of their import would inevitably question the foundational conceptual categories of prior science among them, Derridas own existence which become problematised and relativised. The London Times 2. Jacques Derrida, the famous French philosopher, is dead. But as there is no straightforward, one-to-one relationship between the signifier (dead) and the thing signified (the termination or otherwise of the actual person, M. Derrida), we cannot be entirely sure what has happened. We are faced instead with an endless multiplicity of truths, a string of infinite possibilities. I suppose it is entirely up to the reader to decide. The Spectator 3. It is tempting to say that Jacques Derrida's death has been greatly exaggerated. The French philosopher was so closely associated with nihilism and metaphysical absence that it's perhaps worth wondering whether he ever lived at all. National Review 4. (The BBC) purports to claim that Jaques Derrida, the father of deconstruction theory, "died" today in a "Paris" hospital at the age "of" 74. But what is the story really telling us? MemeFirst 5. "Monsieur Derrida bequeathed a magnificent legacy to the global intellectual community," said Mr. Chirac. "He has provided us all with the intellectual infrastructure to prevent us from seeking after truth. Thanks to him we know it is fruitless to assert anything with conviction, or to say that any ideology is less true than any other. They are all equally trifling. Their value, if any, lies only in the sport they provide for college professors." In lieu of flowers, friends of Mr. Derrida are urged to devote their lives to convincing at least one young person that there is nothing to which it is worth devoting one's life. ScrappleFace You say Derrida, I say derider. Best, Fenster... posted by Fenster at October 15, 2004 | perma-link | (6) comments




Lifetime Learning Update
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- More temptations for lifetime-learning junkies. I'm blessed with ears that crave Western-classical-music sounds, but I'm cursed with a mind that struggles to comprehend what the hell's going on in there. Sad to say, but while at a classical-music concert here's the kind of chatter that runs through my head: Hey, I think I recognize that tune! Which may mean that this is one of those "theme and variation" sections, right? Or was I daydreaming for a while there? ... Hey, I'm not sure I can tell which key this thing is in any longer! Which may mean that we're in the "development" section, right? Or was I daydreaming again? ... Hey, things are getting energetic around here! Which may mean that the climax is approaching, right? But I've only counted two movements so far, and don't most of these things have three movements? Or even four? Damn, I must have been daydreaming for a while there ... As a consequence, while I love plain ol' listening to the music, I also appreciate being taken through it by the hand. Lucky me, The Wife has a first-rate classical-music mind, zero snobbery about her knowledge and insights, and tons of patience. But I can't turn to her for coaching all the time. So I've found and developed a shelfful of history-and-technique resources. D. F. Tovey is Da Man where classical-music analysis is concerned; his many volumes of Essays in Musical Analysis are major ear-and-brain-openers. But they're also a demanding go, so I've spent more time with some accessible works. Robert Winter's CD-ROMs offer biographical and historical context as well as bar-by-bar musical analyses -- with visuals accompanied by straightforward English -- of how the pieces he discusses are put together. They're phenonemally good; they're also, as far as I can tell, all out of print, though I see that used copies of his Beethoven disc can be bought here. The Teaching Company's Robert Greenberg is sensational too, and his many music-history lecture series can be enjoyed as simply as audiobooks -- in the car or while exercising, for example. Richard Fawkes' Naxos productions, The History of Opera and The History of Classical Music, are also first-rate; I blogged about them here. A new addition to my shelf is Jeremy Siepmann's CD-based audiobook, Life and Works: Josef Haydn. Given that I didn't get much out of Siepmann's analysis of The Four Seasons, I was pleasantly surprised by how helpful and enjoyable I found this package. Perhaps Siepmann is simply more comfortable presenting classical music in historical context than he is presenting analyses of it. In any case, it's a lovely work. Siepmann delivers about as much Haydn biography as I needed to hear, spares us the usual scholarly digressions, quotes from a generous number of original documents (diaries, letters, reviews), provides a decent amount of historical context, and supplies first-class musical examples. He's a gentlemanly and gracious guide; The Wife, who listened to the discs with me,... posted by Michael at October 15, 2004 | perma-link | (3) comments





Wednesday, October 6, 2004


Elsewhere, on TV
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, I find this TV commercial for Las Vegas (the one entitled Silent Car) a real hoot. Best, Fenster... posted by Fenster at October 6, 2004 | perma-link | (4) comments




Improv 101
Fenster Moop writes: Dear Blowhards, Any musicians out there? Any musicians who can really, really improvise? If so, I am astounded, impressed, awed even. How do you do it? I tried my hand at piano a few years back, with a teacher who was to put me on the path to jazz improv. Nothing happened of any consequence. For the life of me, I could not begin to fathom how musical improvisation could possibly take place. Indeed, but for the fact that accounts of it happening seemed credible, I could just as easily have believed it was all an elaborate ruse, like the doctoral student in Ionesco's The Lesson , the one who could neither add nor subtract but nonetheless performed prodigious feats of bogus calculation after memorizing all possible multiplication tables. Then I read a very interesting book entitled Free Play: Improvisation in Life and Art, by Stephen Nachmanovitch. It helped clear up some of the mystery. Among other things, it made clear that the principles of musical improvisation carry over to the most mundane activities, like speaking out loud, which then appear quite magical as a result. How in the world does it happen that we can articulate cogent sentences, short talks and even eloquent statements without really knowing first what we are going to say? Indeed, if I did not experience the process first-hand, I might suspect it, too, all a ruse. So it's nice to know I improvise, and do it every day. It helps me understand better what is going through the minds, and fingers, of those jazz pianists I tried unsuccessfully to emulate. I'll stick to speaking and writing. By the way, here's a nice quote from the book: Looking out, now, over the ocean, the birds, the vegetation, I see that absolutely everything in nature arises from the power of free play sloshing against the power of limits. Stephen Nachmanovitch Best, Fenster... posted by Fenster at October 6, 2004 | perma-link | (6) comments





Friday, October 1, 2004


One-Click Junkie
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- I don't generally seem to be someone who wrestles with addictions. I guess this is fortunate, although I do sometimes wish I were more compulsive than I am; perhaps then I'd be an interesting person. But no such luck. Food? I don't have much trouble staying, if not slim, then at least not-fat. My alcohol limit is two drinks a day, but only because at 50 anything beyond that flattens me. (Ah, the aging process.) Drug-taking became a thing of the past when the body announced that it couldn't take the strain any longer. The smalltown Republican in me dislikes throwing money away on anything as dumb as gambling. As for sex: I confess that I don't understand the whole "sex-addict" thing, do you? I mean, don't these people need their eight hours of shuteye afterwards? I certainly do. Yes, I surf the Web 'way too much -- but at least I manage to pass a few links along to fellow blogfans. But there's one temptation that I now realize has become a problem: buying media-things, especially from Amazon. Hello, my name is Michael Blowhard, and I have a One-Click Addiction. What a high it is: the hunt for just the right DVD/CD/book ... Spotting what you need ... And, click! -- bagging your game. I'll read it! I'll watch it! I'll listen to it! I swear I will! It got pretty bad. It got to where I was receiving three or even four packages a week from Amazon. I'm in no financial danger -- those small-town Republican genes aren't about to let me take anything resembling a financial risk. But the tortured, inward shame of it ... The looks the doorman would give me as he handed over yet another package ... The heaps of unread books and unlistened-to CDs ... It got to where I was hiding Amazon boxes from The Wife, opening them and hurrying them out to the trash before she knew they'd arrived. So I'm going cold turkey. Boom, whap, just like that: I've vowed to make no media purchases whatsoever for an entire month. No music, no books, no movies, not even a magazine, dammit. If I'm going to read, I'm going to read something I already own. Likewise with music and movies. Will I prove to have character enough? So far I'm five days into my new life, and I've worked out a few good ways to cope. Avoiding book, music and magazine stores has been a help. Amazon's tougher; I've almost succumbed a couple of times while surfing Amazon. But before I hit the One-Click button, I did manage to catch myself -- good for me! Hey, I've come up with a clever way of managing the lure of Amazon, I think. Instead of buying something that I've tracked down, I now put it in my Amazon Wish List. That way, I can still get the thrill of the hunt, even while avoiding making an actual... posted by Michael at October 1, 2004 | perma-link | (17) comments




Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Alice suspects that universities are dying. * Yahmdallah -- a Christian and a rocker -- watches "The Passion." * Thanks to Alex, who linked to this page of photos of a Berkeley parade. I think it's safe to assume that Berkeley won't prove to be a Bush stronghold. * Steve Sailer thinks Richard Dawkins may be a wimp. * Christopher Rhoads reports that, while cellphone carriers are doing their best to topload new phones with features galore, what most consumers really want is something basic and simple, and that works well. * Selma Blair found it difficult to dance go-go-style while wearing big breasts. * Have you ever put "straighten out my to-do lists" as an item on your latest to-do list? Jared Sandberg's article might be for you. * Europe's starting to feel alarmed about being overwhelmed by Muslims. * As far as Lynn's concerned, pro journalists who mock bloggers are only making themselves look ridiculous. * Jane Galt links to this John Tierney defence of automobile culture, and blasts away at Smart Growth. John Massengale brings out the big guns in response; James Kunstler rolls out the nukes. * James Morss alerted me to the good Asia Times columnist who writes under the name Spengler. Here's a page that links to all of Spengler's pieces. * Quote of the week comes from the refreshing Christopher Walken, who's asked about his acting method and techniques. Here's his answer: "Well, acting is pretending. I don't know how these things work. I study the script and I try to make it sound like I mean it." * You can watch Elvis Costello's new song and video online. He seems to be having a little fun with imagery from "This Year's Model." * Comcast is bracing itself for some major changes in the way we interact with TV. Meanwhile, Tivo and Netflix are teaming up to deliver movies to your hard drive. * Brad, a Democrat, has come out in favor of privatizing Social Security. Tyler expresses reservations. The world has indeed turned upside-down, and Economic Fanboy here couldn't feel more bewildered. * It seems that burlesque hasn't died, it's just gone online. * DesignObserver's Jessica Helfand wonders why you don't see more women bloggers, or even blogcommenters. * Linus wonders what becomes of John Cage's notorious "4'33" when it's performed on the Web. Like: which audio format better suits a performance -- MP3, or WMV? (Punchline, sort of: the piece is four minutes and thirty-three seconds of silence.) * Pierre thinks Eric Burdon, of The Animals, has grown tired of his classics. The Fleshtones still seem to have the magic, though. * This hilarious video clip has been linked to many times already, but in case someone missed it ... It seems to be a few minutes from a British children's TV show, and it features priceless double entendres galore. Is it a legit clip? Heck, if it's a straight-faced forgery, it's doubly impressive.... posted by Michael at October 1, 2004 | perma-link | (6) comments





Friday, September 24, 2004


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * Because there can be no such thing as too many interviews with Jane Jacobs ... * Alberto Vargas-Llosa thinks American conservatism has lost its roots. * Gasp! Members of the House and Senate have voted themselves a pay raise. * Will Duquette's software program Notebook enables you to create a kind of personal WorldWide Web for your desktop. It's a seriously nifty program: better than a word processor for organizing your personal info and stray thoughts, yet requiring no database-esque messing-around. I'm surprised Notebook hasn't established a whole new class of software. * Here's a sweet appreciation of the architect Paolo Soleri, who has been building the visionary town of Arcosanti in the Arizona desert for decades. Although I'm rather fond of Whole Earth Catalog-style experiments, Arcosanti left me a little depressed when I visited it a few years back. It seemed like a progressive co-op left over from the '60s. But Soleri's a very gifted designer. The clay bells he makes and sells to fund Arcosanti are things of real beauty. * James Glassman wonders why our government gives so much aid to Saudi Arabia. * You can sure learn about all kinds of fascinating things on the web. * Robert Altman and Garry Trudeau collaborated on the prescient semi-reality-TV series "Tanner '88" a few elections ago. I loved the series, and once interviewed Altman, who told me that he thought he'd done some of his best work in "Tanner." Now Trudeau and Altman have brought the characters back to life, with Michael Murphy and Cynthia Nixon returning as the presidential candidate and his daughter. Sundance broadcasts episode one of the new series on Tuesday, 10-5 at 8 pm. I notice that Criterion is releasing a DVD of "Tanner '88" that day too. * People will apparently collect video clips about any old thing. * John Mullan likes Richard Yates' "Revolutionary Road," here. I confess I'm not a fan; the book is yet another postwar American literary classic whose charm eludes me. But many people love the novel, which features a lot of Cheever/Updike-style suburban drinking, sex, and angst, as well as heaps of dazzling writin'. * More Sundance: Olivier Assayas' alienated-cyberthriller "Demonlover" will screen this Sunday at midnight. Er, this Monday at midnight. Er, as the clock tolls midnight between Sunday and Monday. Phew. Anyway, I liked the film a lot despite its pretentiousness and its humorlessness, and blogged about it here. Of course, you could buy the film here, or Netflix it here. * Pattie's got an opinion or three about beauty products. * Has a new Desi cultural-confidence landmark been attained? Here's a collection of erotic writings by North American Desis, who are declaring themselves to be sexual creatures -- gangway! I've only spent a half hour with the book, but FWIW here's my impression of it: very creative-writing 101, very Canadian -- but also spicey, fragrant, and colorful. * Downtown New York wants to know: which sexual act... posted by Michael at September 24, 2004 | perma-link | (8) comments





Thursday, September 16, 2004


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Blowhards -- * John Massengale has written two wonderful postings -- one on starchitects and one on Munich -- that summarize about half of what anyone really needs to know about architecture and urbanism. * David Sucher -- whose immortal Three Rules summarize the other half of what anyone really needs to know about architecture and urbanism -- links to an on-the-money Douglas Kelbaugh piece, "Seven Fallacies in Architecture Culture." * I'd be curious to hear how you respond to this new Daniel Libeskind building in London. How do you rate its context-sensitivity? And how about the context-sensitivity of Archigram's latest, in Graz? * Design Observer's Michael Bierut (and his commenters) share some interesting thoughts and observations about architectural renderings. * Good lord, something I thought would never happen: big media (namely Time magazine) pays some hard-hitting attention to the Mexican border. Word is now officially out: It's fair to estimate, based on a TIME investigation, that the number of illegal aliens flooding into the U.S. this year will total 3 millionenough to fill 22,000 Boeing 737-700 airliners, or 60 flights every day for a year. It will be the largest wave since 2001 and roughly triple the number of immigrants who will come to the U.S. by legal means. (No one knows how many illegals are living in the U.S., but estimates run as high as 15 million.) * Vdare gets it together and now has a blog. Peter Brimelow comments on the Time magazine cover story. * I enjoyed Forager's taxonomy of movie remakes. * Carpal-tunnel syndrome, guaranteed. * JVC's Jeff wonders why it suddenly seems like New Jersey is everywhere. * Terry Richardson is the badboy fashion photographer parents fear their daughters will meet. Though god know I wouldn't have turned down an invitation to the opening of Richardson's latest show ... (That second link is most definitely NSFW.) * Steve Sailer wonders which Hispanics exactly should benefit from affirmative action. * Here's a graphic that makes vivid some of the bad Bush news. As the headline says: "Under Bush, Federal Spending Increases at Fastest Rate in 30 Years." That's from a rightwing organization, by the way. * Thanks and congrats to Will, Deb, and Craig, who have brought out another issue of their first-rate Ex Libris Reviews. Reviewed authors this time around include Elizabeth George, Colin Dexter, Eusebius, and Nick Sagan. * Walter Olson explains how we arrived at rule-by-lawyers-and-lawsuits. Some perspective: The share of Americas GNP that is devoted to litigation has tripled over 50 years. We spend two to three times more on it, in terms of percentage of GNP, as the other industrial democracies. The figure for how much is spent annually on liability insurance in the U.S. - a relatively easy thing to measure - is now $721 per citizen, which comes to over $2,800 per year for a family of four ... In recent years, litigation has evolved into a kind of substitute for politics. * I... posted by Michael at September 16, 2004 | perma-link | (2) comments





Saturday, September 11, 2004


Elsewhere
Michael Blowhard writes Dear Blowhards -- * AgendaBender recently got off a good line (meaning that I agree with it): "Ted Turner may be a sunken-faced philistine, but his Turner Classic Movies is more important to the culture than the last ninety-seven thousand NEA grant recipients combined." * Again and again, the web reminds me that I should have chosen another line of work. * Steve Sailer's writing has been even more heroic than usual, if that's possible. Check out his blog (the right hand column of his main page) for eyeopening stuff about sports, Iraq, Neocon-gate and more. Congrats are due to Steve as well; his piece about cousin marriage in the Near East has been chosen to be included in the prestigious anthology Best American Science and Nature Writing 2004. Quite an honor -- but that was quite an essay. * Meeow! Brit-journalist Lynn Barber writes a barbed profile of her "friend," rival Brit-journalist Julie Burchill. * Yet more proof that karaoke is the most significant art form of the 21st century. Not for slow connections. * My very favorite philosopher is a little-known -- to Americans at least -- Brit who died in 1990, Michael Oakeshott. I find his work perverse, enlightening, poetic, and deep. A characteristic Oakeshott quote: "I'm a conservative in politics because I'm a radical in everything else." Imagine my surprise and delight on learning that new Blowhard Francis Morrone is a Michael Oakeshott fan too. Party time! Luckily, thanks to the Web, newbies can get up to speed fast. Here's the Michael Oakeshott Association. Here's the Oakeshott book to start with. And here's a Telegraph review of a recent book about Oakeshott. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 11, 2004 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, September 9, 2004


2Blowhards: The Brand
Fenster Moop writes I've noticed some discussion here, since Michael and Friedrich decided to expand the contributors to Blowhards, about what to do with the logo and brand. I don't know what the proprietors plan to do. Nor do I know what Vanessa and Francis think. But Fenster, he's poaching, and copyright be damned. View image.... posted by Fenster at September 9, 2004 | perma-link | (4) comments





Friday, September 3, 2004


Enter Fenster
Thank you, Michael, for designating me a Blowhard, or even a semi-Blowhard. My friends think I am the real thing, and that gives me hope for the future. I appreciate the opportunity to participate in your conclave, along with Friedrich, Vanessa and your many regulars. As you said in your gracious intro, I run a little joint of my own under the sobriquet Fenster Moop. Due to a series of personal issues, including a job change, I'd been slowing down the rate of my postings recently and, frankly, was wondering about the best way to continue blogging. When I got the invite from you, I jumped at the chance. I've been a regular reader of, and occasional poster to, this site for some time. I've always liked several things about it immensely: the conversational tone, the mixture of firm opinions with a willingness to be persuaded, the eclectic melange of topics and the slight bias toward viewing many matters, from politics to aesthetics, through a cultural lens. The latter inclination suits me just fine, as I discussed here. I was at a Six Flags park recently and paid a couple of extra dollars (over and above the exorbitant entry price!) to sit through an alleged "4-D" experience--one of those helmet devices that supposedly puts you into a virtual reality. What a joke. To my mind, 2Blowhards does a far better job simulating a Viennese coffee house than Six Flags did simulating an Arctic roller coaster ride. So, as my nephew puts it, let the games start on! A word first about Fenster, though. As I wrote in one of my first posts, here, Fenster is just a nom de plume, and I blog anonymously. I do so reluctantly, since anonymous kneecapping is all-too-easy. But I work in higher education and a number of my posts have dealt with the zaniness of that august institution (say, here, here and here). And if you know anything about the zaniness of higher education, I think you can appreciate that my desire to blog under my own name might conflict with the urge for self-preservation, and that anonymity represents prudence rather than weasel behavior. If you are not persauded to that view, I invite you to visit some of the sites that I consider role models, such as Critical Mass and University Diaries and J.V.C. Comments. They are excellent. But while I started out with a slant in the direction of academe, I am interested in other topics too (Sharia law?, Cialis?), and have blogged accordingly. My own career is a melange--everything from academia to investment banking to government policy to political campaigning. So I am not afraid to be eclectic myself. Perhaps that's one of the reasons you've invited me to this particular coffee house. As to Fenster his self, he's just a li'l swamp animal. Actually just a very minor character in the old comic strip Pogo. I've always like the name. Not a lot more to it than that. But now... posted by Fenster at September 3, 2004 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, September 2, 2004


Serena at the Open
Dear Blowhards -- Serena Williams, who's bringing out a line of clothes soon, is showing up for matches at the US Open in tinier and tinier outfits. Her trademark for the tournament: as she warms up, she wears black neoprene knee socks that look like dominatrix boots -- during last night's warm-up session, the stadium loudspeakers played "You Sexy Thing." Wimbledon this ain't! The Dominator Some quotes from Serena: I didn't consider [my outfit today] skimpy. It's really sexy and micro-mini ... I've always considered myself an entertainer. I've never been your normal athlete ... I just think I represent all females who believe in themselves ... It doesn't matter what you look like -- it's all about having confidence in yourself. That's not necessarily having to wear some short shorts or extremely small top. It's just about believing in yourself. I represent women who believe in herself and has confidence in herself to be unique. I love the way Serena resists the term "skimpy" but embraces "sexy and micro-mini." I guess for her the first has negative overtones, while the second has positive overtones. I wonder why. Insights from anyone here? In any case, Serena's hinting that she'll be wearing "a kind of see-through" tennis dress before the tournament's over. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 2, 2004 | perma-link | (12) comments





Wednesday, September 1, 2004


Say Hello to Fenster
A brief break from the usual format to announce that a new blogger will be joining the Blowhards team. You know him already -- or at least I hope you do -- as Fenster Moop, who has been doing terrific blogging for some time at his own place, here. Fenster will be bringing his own freethinking point of view to bear on many different kinds of questions. (He'll also be providing some much-needed variety -- even I can find my own voice tiresome after a while). He's got a wideranging set of interests, an inquisitive and knowledgeable mind, impressive writing chops, and an adventurous background; currently a college adminstrator, he has also worked in politics and finance. I'm awfully pleased that he's agreed to become a regular at 2Blowhards, and I know visitors will enjoy his writing. Please join me in saying "Hi, Fenster." By the way, Fenster tells me that he may or may not continue soloblogging at Fenster Moop. Up to him, of course, though I'm urging him to take as much advantage as possible of 2Blowhards. In any case, please do check out the writing and blogging Fenster has already posted, here. Good stuff. Now, back to our usual programming. And, yo, Fenster-dude: let 'er rip.... posted by Michael at September 1, 2004 | perma-link | (6) comments





Saturday, August 28, 2004


Elsewhere
Dear Vanessa -- * Lynn Sislo's "Ten Things I Have Learned About Blogging," here, is oh-so-true, right-on, and tone-perfect. My favorite isn't one of the ten; it's something Lynn volunteers in the comments: As soon as you start a blog, every little, insignificant thing that happens in your life suddenly becomes something you just have to blog about. This occurred to me when the diet Dr. Pepper fountain at Subway exploded all over me and the first thing I thought of was possibly posting something about it. Have I mentioned that The Wife has taken to announcing, before introducing certain discussions, "This is a blogging-free zone"? Life to a blogger is nothing if not grist for blogging. * NoseyOline sifts through the evidence that Bush has been bad for the economy, here. * Greg Ransom's Prestopundit (here) seems to be the blog to visit if you want to keep up with everything having to do with John Kerry and his war record. "All over that story" doesn't begin to suggest Greg's work. * Bad-boy Belgian artist Wim Delvoye (about whom FvB blogged here) has made a mischievous, witty, and very naughty series of X-rays, one of which can be seen here. * Terry Teachout writes about a few of the factors that made him become a critic, here. * Fred Himebaugh's got one wide-ranging, take-no-prisoners mind, that's for sure. I've been enjoying The Fredosphere, his blog (here) and general website, for a few weeks now, and am putting it on the blogroll. * I've also been enjoying Architecture Matters, here, an architecture blog by buff and author Rich Beaubien. Rich recently visited and loved Frank Gehry's MIT Strata building, here, the same flamboyant showpiece James Kunstler gave a recent Eyesore of the Month award to. * Yahmdallah sorts out the good rock bios from the bad ones, here. * A who-needs-Cinemax photo of beach-volleyball champs Kerri Walsh and Misty May celebrating their gold can be enjoyed here. Beach volleyball, eh? Wink wink, nudge nudge. Hey, don't even the names "Kerri Walsh" and "Misty May" sound like made-up porn-star names? Once again, I find myself suspecting that American life is self-transforming into a reality-porn-show version of itself. * The Brazilian-gal beach-volleyball team displays some of what Brazil's famous for here. * Thanks to Paul Deppler, who sent along a link to this wonderful account here. In 1935, two Soviet writers -- the satirists Ilya Elf and Evgeny Petrov -- made a ten-week drive across America and then back, taking evocative photos all the way. They wrote about the trip for a Soviet newsmagazine, and the online mag Cabinet has reprinted the piece, complete with some of the photos. Good lord, America looked different in 1935 than it does today. "The roads are one of the most splendid phenomena of American life," Elf and Petrov write cheerily. Be sure not to miss their account of what it was like to stop at a service station. The piece is full of Russian humor... posted by Michael at August 28, 2004 | perma-link | (13) comments





Thursday, August 26, 2004


Elsewhere
Dear Vanessa -- * One of my favorite Teaching Company lecture series is the very enlightening American Religious History, by Emory University's Patrick Allitt. (I blogged about this series here; it's currently on sale and can be bought for a terrific price here.) So I was happy to learn in a review by Philip Terzian in today's WSJ that Allitt has published a new book, I'm the Teacher, You're the Student: A Semester In The University Classroom. In his review, which can be read here, Terzian calls the book "charming and compelling" -- and, as a big fan of Allitt's, I'll bet that it is. The book can be bought here. * Yet another Frank Gehry design wins an Eyesore of the Month Award from James Kunstler, here. * Some eloquent Kunstler expressions of political disgust from his blog, here: Kerry can't get any traction in this campaign because he is, as Kevin Phillips aplty put it, "a haircut in search of a brain." He doesn't have any more "vision" than Bush 41 or Bush 43. He lacks the moral courage to tell the public the truth about our futureless living arrangements. His position about the war against Islamic fundamentalism is incomprehensible. For all I know he distinguished himself in Vietnam, but he's mentally AWOL in the 2004 campaign for the White House. Am I supposed to vote for him just because he isn't Bush? As a registered Democrat, that's not good enough for me. * I don't follow the Olympics much, but I've spent a lot of enjoyable time reading Steve Sailer's bloggings about the Games, here. Why isn't some pro publication paying Steve big money to write sports commentary? Hard to imagine he wouldn't quickly attract legions of loyal readers. * I've enjoyed following the "should Olympians pose nude?" controversy. A few of these very beautiful photos -- those bodies! -- can be eyeballed here. * Is anyone else as amazed as I am by how wholesome and normal some of the models in online porn appear to be? Here's an example: a webcam gal who looks ... well, like a very pretty example of the smalltown, all-American, cornfed girls I grew up with. Not a tattoo, piercing, or popped vein visible on her. Has performing for the webcam become a standard way young people accumulate enough money for the down payment on their first condo? * As if Alex and Tyler don't provide incentive enough to keep regular tabs on Marginal Revolution (here), they've enlisted the excellent financial journalist James Surowiecki as guest-blogger this week. By the way, I hadn't run across this particular Tyler essay here for Policy magazine before; it's a good introduction to his thoughts about culture. * Sho Yano scored a 1500 on his SATs at the age of 8. He graduated in three years from Loyola University, and he's now, at the ripe old age of 12, doing well in medical school. His IQ, which has been measured at "over 200," is... posted by Michael at August 26, 2004 | perma-link | (11) comments





Wednesday, August 25, 2004


Middle Age
Dear Vanessa -- What's news out your way? The Wife and I have been somehow kicking back and keeping busy at the same time. I seem to have figured out that life is better -- at our age and in our circumstances, anyway -- if we limit ourselves to going out with friends twice a week, no more than that. As a rough rule of thumb, this schedule seems to allow for a fun, urban social life; for work, work-exhaustion, and work-recuperation; and for kickin' back and lazin' around -- the most fun of these three categories, to be honest. How slowly some of us learn, eh? Maybe it's turning 50. You set your sights lower, and you start to enjoy the passing moment more -- a lot more -- than the excitement of "getting somewhere" and/or "keeping up." You start realizing that what to do and what to enjoy is really all up to you. After all, who are you trying to impress? And you stop trying to pound stuff out of yourself -- even where exercise is concerned. These days, I'm perfectly happy mixing up walking, yoga, and Pilates. Beginning yoga and beginning Pilates -- and I may never graduate from beginning classes. Why should I? It's not as though I'm in training for the 2008 Olympics. This walking-yoga-Pilates mixture seems to suit my current energy level, and it certainly leaves me happy and cheerful. What more am I loooking for? In younger days, the main reason I exercised was to blow off energy; I didn't feel sane unless I'd discharged a ton of excess steam. These days, though, my standard, day-to-day state is happy and calm; I've barely got enough steam in me to make it through the day. So I exercise for different reasons altogether: to forstall decay, in order to feel better than I would otherwise, and -- oh, yeah -- for health reasons. I know that I should do a little swimming and a little elliptical-ing for the sake of cardio wellbeing -- but, y'know, I'm just not gonna beat up on myself about it. All this probably does nothing but make me complacent and boring. On the other hand, what a surprise to realize that "boringness" and "enjoying life" aren't necessarily enemies. Have you been doing any reading recently? I read a lot, but I confess that I don't get much straight-through-it book-reading done these days except when we're on vacation. The only books I do seem to make it through from beginning to end are the ones I go through on audiobook. Otherwise, my day-to-day reading is nearly all a matter of browsing and grazing, and sampling a bit of this 'n' that. As far as fiction fixes go, I do pretty well anyway. There seem to be two considerations here. For one thing, middle age (as I'm a long way from being the first to discover) seems to leave you less hungry for fiction experiences. Life itself -- what it is,... posted by Michael at August 25, 2004 | perma-link | (9) comments





Friday, August 20, 2004


Elsewhere
Dear Vanessa -- * Yahmdallah has no reservations about recommending the DVD "An Evening with Kevin Smith," here. * I'm going to be exploring Natasha Wallace's John Singer Sargent Virtual Gallery for a long, long time, here. Natasha's site is a beautifully done, informative, and enlightening labor of love, as well as one of the best examples I've seen yet of a book-like -- but better -- online arts publication. * In their discussion of falling sales of romance novels, The Book Babes take note of a lot of changes in reading habits and tastes, here. * Jonathan Keats thinks David Foster Wallace ought to forget fiction and write essays instead, here. * Of the many good obits of the recently-deceased poet Czeslaw Milosz, the one I enjoyed most was at Searchblog, here. * 222 photographs of women's beach volleyball start here. * Which to spring for: the Bose Acoustic Wave, or Cambridge Soundworks' competing model? DarkoV grades them here. * Design Observer's Michael Bierut offers a tribute to the legendary film-title designer Pablo Ferro here. * Tyler Cowen hits on a down-to-earth reason why so many recent buildings and houses are so lousy, here. * Graham Lester hands out his own best-blogger awards here. * This P.J. O'Rourke "Guide to Foreigners" for the National Lampoon (here) is, if nothing else, a reminder of how very un-P.C. humor could get back in the '70s. * Forager 23's posting about how overused the Intentional Fallacy is made me laugh and think, here. * My discovery for the week is the writer Alan Wall, who writes sensible, vivid, and level-headed pieces about the current immigration mess. He also brings a valuable perspective on the problem, living as he does in Mexico. Check out this overview of the problem here; this prediction here about what the future is liable to bring (hint: no decrease in numbers); and this revelatory piece here about the view from Mexico. Interesting to learn that Mexico -- while demanding that the U.S. maintain open borders -- runs a sensibly restrictive immigration policy. Here's one archive of Wall's pieces; here's another. * Will Cohu's appreciation of Mickey Spillane and his immortal creation Mike Hammer, here, hits all the right notes. My own favorite Spillane quote goes (roughly): "I don't have readers. I have consumers." * Razib, Godless and the crew at GeneExpression (here) have been posting a lot of provocative and informative thoughts and reflections. Here's my current fave GNXP posting, Godless on admission by race at Harvard. Don't miss the comments. * Here's a pretty funny Amazon reader's list: a guide to overrated art. * Loving appreciations of that great cultural figure Julia Child are here and here. Here's a terrific (and even New Urban-ish) passage from Amy Finnerty: [Julia] addressed one glaring flaw in the American ethic -- our aversion to actually enjoying what we've labored for. In this she shifted the focus of pride at American tables away from the heartland clich -- that of "plenty,"... posted by Michael at August 20, 2004 | perma-link | (5) comments





Saturday, July 31, 2004


Time for Branding?
Dear Vanessa -- Shopping in a big-box store today, I nearly fell over when I approached the toothpaste counter. The varieties and sizes of Crest alone were overwhelming. I couldn't help myself; I counted. (I don't often shop in big-box stores.) There were 32 kinds of Crest on display. Do you want a large Crest Extra Whitening Clean Mint? Or perhaps a small Crest Whitening Plus Scope? The difference between Clean Mint and Scope I can kinda picture. The difference between "Whitening" and "Extra Whitening," though, really taxes my imagination. My favorite option was a "special-edition" Spiderman container of Crest. Too much! But at least Spiderman Crest came in only one size. Doesn't it sometimes seem as though any company that manages a popular brandname is determined to slap that brandname on as many varieties and products as it can? Plausibility, convenience, and respect for the brand's most loyal customers be damned, of course. Presumably choice is a good thing. Presumably too the companies take us for idiots. Has this vogue for branding gone just a little too far? Or has the time maybe come to issue a Spiderman Special Edition of 2Blowhards? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 31, 2004 | perma-link | (33) comments





Friday, July 16, 2004


Adolescent Nation
Dear Vanessa -- A few of the big, general arts-life truths I've stumbled across over the years have been real godsends. They help me stay semi-oriented in an often-bewildering cultural world. A couple of examples: The importance of the GI Bill. By funding college educations (and stays overseas) for many WWII vets, the GI Bill not only helped create postwar American art (of the higher-brow sort), it also helped create what one cynical arts prof I know calls "the academic art-appreciation racket." The impact of movies on literary fiction. Not just as in what your English prof told you -- simultaneity, cinematic cutting, all that. But also in more down-to-earth terms, as in, "Good lord, now that movies are here, what are we gonna sell???" Movies after all offer an attractive, compact, intense, and accessible fiction-package that includes story, performers, visuals, and music. How can on-the-page fiction, mere ink and paper, compete? The response of certain writers to the advent of movies was to try selling something else entirely -- to abandon narrative and character in the conventional sense, and to try selling structure, pyrotechnics, experimentation, vision, poetry, whatever. The birth of movies, in other words, helped kick off Modernist literary writing. Here's another one of these helpful truths: The creation and triumph of the teenager. "The teenager" as a distinct category of person is of very recent vintage, yet teen values and teen experience have become central to our culture. What would you say are some of the values that are considered desirable in today's America? Here are a few that I'd suggest: bustin' out; pleasing yourself; impact; excitement; grabbiness; hot-hot-hot; gimme gimme gimme; go, man, go; self-expression; rebellion; sexy sulkiness; instant gratification; loudness; brightness; poppiness. Teen values, all of them. (These aren't values and attributes that a 60 year old is likely to value highly.) In fact, it's a historically bizarre thing that we make such a big deal of teenagehood. We treat adolescence as one of the biggest events in life. We speak endlessly about our teen traumas. We yearn for those sexy, free summers. We view life after adolescence as a slow downhill slide, unto the grave. Once we're done living our adolescence, we start re-living it. And our national ideal often seems to be ... being a happy teenager. Being someone who has all the bounce, resilience, and sunniness of childhood -- plus sex and a driver's license. What could be better? Though we consider it normal to never quite get over having been a teen, in reality putting teen values at the center of a culture isn't a normal state of affairs. Making a big deal out of teenagerhood on a personal level isn't normal either. Simple fact: as far as most people and most cultures have been concerned, there's no such thing as "teenagehood." Instead, there are "children," "adults," and -- OK, sure -- a brief and unfortunate period when children grow into adulthood. This stretch wasn't celebrated; no, it was thought to... posted by Michael at July 16, 2004 | perma-link | (42) comments





Wednesday, July 14, 2004


Elsewhere
Dear Vanessa -- * In ongoing Latin-America-merges-with-the-U.S. news, John Kerry has now said that if elected he'll put in place a broad amnesty for illegals (here). Meanwhile, Latino populations in some Southern states have doubled or tripled in the last decade (here). * The BBC reports that North African neighborhoods in France have become downright ethnic ghettos, here. * Graham Lester delivers an eye-opening posting about Korean sex cults here. * Steve Sailer's on an especially-energized high right now -- but when isn't he? IMHO, Steve's one of the half-dozen most interesting journalists writing today. (I say that and then have trouble coming up with five others who are in his class ... ) Check out Steve's Olympics preview (here) and his blog (the righthand column here). * The great crime novelist Ed McBain is interviewed here and here. * I've raved several times about the crime novelist Donald Westlake, who for my money is America's greatest living fiction virtuoso. A while back, Tatyana gave one of Westlake's "Parker" novels a try on my recommendation and wasn't much impressed. So I was tickled recently when she sent me an email letting me know that she'd just finished Westlake's publishing-world comedy "A Likely Story," and had loved it. "That's really the brilliant one!," Tatyana wrote. "It's about the publishing business in NY (c.1983-4) and mix-and-match relationships in those circles; and it's hilarious and sad. I couldn't put it down till the end. My son found me giggling on the balcony with the book in my hands and he thought I had started on the cuckoo path." Westlake makes me pretty cuckoo too. The novel is out of print, but copies can be bought (for next to nothing) here. * Has "how to contend with the release of one of the sex tapes you made before you were a star" now become a regular topic of conversation between celebs and their press agents? Paris Hilton has agreed to let her X-rated tape be released provided she gets royalties (here). And Jenna Lewis, who's evidently a reality-TV personality of some sort, has issued a press release (here) stating firmly that she's hopping mad about the way her sex tape has gone public. A big "Attagirl" to both of them. Links thanks to Daze Reader, here. * What's Britney like in the sack? Find out here. See what Britney looks like on a bad-hair, bad-skin day here. God bless hairdressers, makeup artists, and costumers, eh? * R-rated alert: I ran across this very raunchy humor site here and found myself laughing a lot, especially at this piece here and this one here. So much for my highbrow cred, eh? But, to be honest, that vanished long ago, when I confessed in public that I find some of Andrew Dice Clay's routines pretty funny. So that damage has already been done. * Good to see that Danish eco-hippies are still keepin' it natural here. (Keep clicking on "Neste" for the whole series of photographs.) *... posted by Michael at July 14, 2004 | perma-link | (9) comments





Friday, July 9, 2004


Not-Boomer Boomers
Dear Vanessa -- Greg Ransom (here) points out a good WSJ story by Jeff Zaslow here. It's about how little many late Boomers feel they have in common with older Boomers. Not every Boomer went to Woodstock, trashed the Dean's office, and then snagged a superfab job, y'know. Virginia Postrel comments approvingly here. Hey, wait a minute, I blogged about this phenomenon back in April, here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 9, 2004 | perma-link | (6) comments




Goodies
Dear Vanessa -- * Heartworn Highways (buyable here and rentable here) is a terrific, lowkey documentary about the alt-country scene. Townes, Guy, Rodney, Steve -- a hard-to-beat collection of talent, and visited with fairly early on, too. * There's a new book out by a 2Blowhards intellectual hero, the neuroscientist V.S. Ramachandran. (We wrote about V.S. here, here and here.) It's called A Brief Tour of Human Consciousness, and it's buyable here. I've got my copy already. * I can recommend an hour-long episode of the History Channel's Modern Marvels series called The History of Bathroom Technology. Honest to God, it's really interesting. (As well as full of reasons to be grateful you live in the modern world.) It's showing from 10-11 pm EST on Wednesday, 7-14. * Timothy Taylor's wonderful Teaching Company lecture series Legacies of the Great Economists is on sale here for the amazing price of $15.95. It's a ten-part introduction to the history of economic thought, and is a great way for math-o-phobes to edge into the subject. Stories, personalities, ideas -- all explained in plain English. Taylor's a clear and enthusiastic lecturer. * I'm gonna blog one of these days about another firstrate Teaching Company production, Darren Zarefsky's Argumentation: The Study of Effective Reasoning. This is one eye-opening series, an introduction to the work of the philosopher Stephen Toulmin, who makes an enormously useful distinction between formal logic and informal reasoning -- and then goes on to investigate this "informal reasoning" thing. Not: how ought we to think? But: how to we actually think? What's involved in fumbling our way by? How do we manage? Toulmin might well be to thinking-about-thinking what Christopher Alexander is to thinking-about-architecture. The series is on sale right now (for $34.95!) here. * Bravo rebroadcasts an entertaining and touching episode of Inside the Actor's Studio with Bette Midler from 3-4 pm EST on Friday, July 16. * Though I could never get interested in Saturday Night Live, whose tone of big-city Boomer triumphalism struck me as off-puttingly smug, I always adored SCTV. What a brilliant show, and what an unmatchable collection of brilliant performers: Rick Moranis, Catherine O'Hara, Joe Flaherty, Eugene Levy, John Candy, Dave Thomas, and especially that nutty genius Andrea Martin. I notice that a DVD set of the show's first season can now be bought here. * IFC will be showing Rene Clement's psychological suspense classic Purple Noon a couple of times next Monday: from noon-2 pm EST on Monday, 7-12, and from 6-8 pm that same day. I blogged here about the joys of psychological suspense. Along with philosophical art-porn, psych-suspense is my favorite narrative genre. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 9, 2004 | perma-link | (4) comments





Saturday, June 26, 2004


Computer-free
Dear Vanessa -- This Blowhard is taking his Wife on a romantic beach vacation. And since for us oldies, "romantic" equals "no computer," I won't be blogging (or even checking email) for the next week. Let's see: bathing suits? Check. Flip-flops? Check. Credit cards? Check. Gallon container of SPF 500 sunblock? Wait: where's the sunblock? Best to all, Michael... posted by Michael at June 26, 2004 | perma-link | (7) comments





Friday, June 25, 2004


Elsewhere
Dear Vanessa -- * Alice Bachini blogs again! Only now she's deploying her unique combo of style, voice, merriment, and incisiveness from Texas, here. * Yahmdallah has some suggestions for summer viewing, here. * The invaluable Independent Institute takes a look here at Bush-era budget figures and delivers the bad news: since 9/11, federal spending has been increasing at a faster rate than at any time in the last 30 years. * Finally proven once and for all: being male is bad for your health. Details here. Plus, quel surprise, men are less sensitive to physical pain than women are, here. * Dutton on Rosen on Modernism, here. Sample quote: The problem for modernism is that with atonality it reached a point where intelligibility, and therefore pleasure, was stretched beyond the breaking point. The aesthetic effect of music depends in most instances on its ability to incite predictions and then foil them: think of the dramatic modulations of Beethoven, or the sudden, unexpected shifts into major keys in Schubert. Completely unpredictable music can no longer surprise its listeners: if just anything can be expected, nothing can enter experience as unexpected. And ain't that the truth. I notice that ALD (here) has linked to a Nature piece here about atonality. * If "secularism" is held to with fanatical zeal, does it become its own kind of religion? Here. * Terry Teachout looks at the NYTimes' two, wildly-different reviews of Bill Clinton's memoir -- Michiko's pan and Larry's praise -- and makes a lot of sensible and worldly observations about how the book-reviewing trade works, here. * Have you explored the blog Gene Expression, here? Dicey but fascinating topics we'll all be hearing more about, brainily handled. Now's a good time to check them out: Razib, Godless and the crew are on an especially-energetic roll. * I got a chance to hang with Steve Sailer for an evening and had a great time. He's the bighearted, calm, and supersmart person his journalism and blogging suggests that he is. I don't follow sports, but I learned a lot anyway from Steve's recent column about the Larry Bird brouhaha, here. (I was about to type "the Larry Bird flap," but for some reason that didn't seem like a good idea.) * A much-buzzed-about current art show can be read about here. It's by the artist Andrea Fraser, and it consists of a videotape of Fraser having sex with an art collector. That's the artwork. As one critic wrote, "It's about Hobbesian notions of the social contract, the art of the deal, and of course, 20 grand, which is what Fraser got paid." * I notice that this place here seems to be selling yoga pants and shorts that some male visitors might find acceptable: stretchy enough to suit a yoga class, but long and baggy enough to suit a square straight guy too. Yuppie prices, though. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 25, 2004 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, June 24, 2004


Dept. of Too Damn Much Tech
Dear Vanessa -- My candidate for "Least-Needed Rental Car Feature": Has anyone ever actually used one of these things to get to where they wanted to go? All I've ever managed to do with one is bruise my knee. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at June 24, 2004 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, June 17, 2004


Elsewhere
Dear Vanessa -- * Will Elder helped set the tone and visual style of Mad magazine back in the '50s, then went on to draw 25 years' worth of Little Annie Fannie comic strips for Playboy. I think he's one of the great American satirists, so it's pleasing to see that R. Crumb, Terry Gilliam and Jerry Garcia were and are among Elder's fans. A new coffee table book devoted to Elder and edited by the comics artist Daniel Clowes is now available at Amazon, here. The book's own website is here. Here's a good All About Comics biography of Elder. * Congratulations to Cowtown Pattie, who celebrated the big 5-0 -- youngster! -- with a trip up a mountain in Big Bend National Park. She blogs about the big day here, and includes some beautiful, dusty photos in her posting. * Do you read the columnist Michelle Malkin? (You can find her column here.) She's willing to take on tough subjects; she seems to do so honestly and clear-headedly. She often strikes me as fearless and smart, in other words, and anything but an ideologue. I notice that she has started a blog here, and has so far been a much more generous blogger than many pro writers are. * What is American conservatism? What kind of a conservative was Ronald Reagan? John Mickelthwait and Adrian Wooldridge make a little sense of these questions in the WSJ here. * The brilliant poet and essayist Frederick Turner writes about how his opinion of Reagan has changed over the years, here. Turner even manages to get in a slap at deconstruction -- way to go! * Robert Detman writes about what it was like to be in architecture school during the headiest of the deconstruction days, here. Robert offers an insight into Theory's appeal that I agree with wholeheartedly: "Deconstruction was sexy," he writes. That's not to approve of deconstruction -- anything but that. But it does strike me as a good starting-point for a discussion about the appeal of movements like deconstruction. Robert has written a really fab posting. Where's the resourceful publisher with the sense to spot a potential book in it? * I couldn't find it online, but the WSJ recently carried a bad-news report (from Harvard and via Nature magazine, not that this helped my Googling efforts) about how genes in the brain have now been seen to begin to deteriorate as early as the age of 40. Given the state of my 50-year-old memory, I can well believe it. What can we do to forstall some of the damage? Boring: get some exercise; take regular steps to relieve stress; eat sensibly; and drink a lot of green tea. UPDATE: Thanks to S.Y. Affolee (here), who found the abstract of the Harvard paper here. * I love the idea of super-short movies, so I was thrilled to learn about this site here. I wish I enjoyed more of the movies on offer, though. Curious to learn how... posted by Michael at June 17, 2004 | perma-link | (14) comments





Tuesday, June 15, 2004


Chicago vs. New York
Dear Michael: Your post about theater reminded me that I wanted to tell you about the impressions I've gathered about the differences between Chicago and New York since I moved here more than a year ago. First, I told a friend of mine the other evening that the thing about New York is that the folks there remain obsessed with their work lives, for their entire lives. This is of course a gross generalization but the difference in work culture is palpable. Here, everyone knocks off at 6 pm, goes home, kicks off their shoes, and doesn't give the office a second thought as they drift off into family affairs or heavy drinking. In New York, it seemed to me, people would bodily leave the office but remained neurotically obsessed about the stuff they just did, the stuff that was pending, and what everyone else at work thought about the stuff they just did. I certainly felt that heavy air hanging about me when I was working in New York. This difference is compounded on the social scene: in New York, people really sum you up by the job you keep. In Chicago, others are curious, genuinely so, it seems to me, and not just for the sake of score keeping, in the "does she have a job that's better than mine" sense or the "what can this person can do for me now or in the future" sense. Am I horribly skewed because I worked in New York media? Perhaps. But life here, in that regard, is quite a relief. Second, Chicago theater seems hidebound to me but I suppose you could see it as a good thing. You talked about Chicago's reputation for having "anti-glitz, anti-intellectual, roll-up-your-sleeves-and-get-into-it" theater, and, yes, it does. In spades. Almost, I sometimes think, to the point of parodic redundancy. The town has never shed its dependence on the Mamet-ian template for its theater art though there are interesting troupes around town doing fun stuff. The Hubster and I, for example, caught a show on Saturday called "The Rocket Man," which describes itself as being loosely based on a bunch of Ray Bradbury short stories, put on by an ensemble of twentysomethings called the House Theater of Chicago. It had a classic hokey sci-fi plot (boy is rocket jockey, boy meets girl in dreams, girl is Martian, boy gets girl, boy and girl burn up in the sun after system failure) and it was produced with hip ironic lo-fi stage effects (big plastic spheres for helmets, crazy straws as antennae on a Martian doctor, actors depict a rocket launch by running with a toy rocket overhead, 3D glasses). The thing that struck me was that the whole production's sense of hipster commentary (skewering homage to classic tropes) was very similar to stuff I've seen done in New York, specifically the Adobe Theater company's mid-career productions. But, the vibe was entirely different. Whereas Adobe/NY seemed to be clubbish and exclusive, the House/Chicago show was friendly... posted by Vanessa at June 15, 2004 | perma-link | (21) comments





Friday, June 11, 2004


Hi and Hello
I just want all you fellas in 2 Blowhards land to know that I have agreed to make a monthlong appearance here for two reasons: 1) I have a secret longing to blog. And, 2) I sensed that Michael's joie de vivre had become slightly deflated after losing his blogging pal Friedrich. It's the epistolary form, it seems, that encourages Michael to write with playful abandon. So, consider this my two bits for charity. Besides the fact that I learn a lot by reading this blog. Hell, the word "epistolary" didn't exist in my vocabulary until, like, 5 minutes ago. Therefore, think of me as the bodily stand-in for Friedrich, minus all the super erudite art stuff and incisive commentary. Cheers!... posted by Vanessa at June 11, 2004 | perma-link | (5) comments




New Blowhard
A brief timeout to introduce a new addition to the cast here at 2Blowhards. Vanessa del Blowhard is an old friend, as well as a fellow media-artsworld semi-pro. She's based in Chicago and ... Well, to be honest, she's content to leave the personal details at that. But I can say that she's talented, smart and funny, and that she never fails to find her own wry take on things. I'm pleased I was able to persuade her to climb on blogboard for the next month, as well as relieved to be able to go back to the old "Dear Someone .... Best, Somone Else," epistolary format that Friedrich and I made use of. (Lord, I do hate being a solo artist.) I'm looking forward to co-blogging with Vanessa, and I know y'all will enjoy getting to know her.... posted by Michael at June 11, 2004 | perma-link | (3) comments





Tuesday, June 8, 2004


Elsewhere
* I bought a painting the other day by a talented young artist named Runcie Tatnall. I was hurrying through the Washington Square Art Fair on my way home when his work caught my eye. Nothing cheesy or touristy about it; I saw a little Sargent there, a little Sloan, and a little something pop-y and Diebenkorn too. Here's Runcie's website. I'm very pleased with my new acquisition, which is now making one of our walls look very, very good. * Steve Sailer's recent piece comparing India and China explains a lot, here. * A rant I'd love to compose yet probably never will concerns self-help books. One of the most-despised of all book forms, of course. And why not? Many are laughably bad. Yet I've met very few people who didn't eventually lower their voices and confess that ... well, they'd found one or two self-help books pretty damn useful. Is there anything necessarily more contemptible about the self-help form than any other book form? I can't see why that should be so. Self-help even has its own perfectly-legit history. The Library of Economics and Liberty reprints the first chapter of the form's granddaddy, Samuel Smiles' 1859 "Self-Help" here. Here's a short Economist piece about Smiles. * In his review here of D.C.'s new World War II memorial, John Massengale gets off a lot of substantial good ones about Modernism and Classicism. * I don't know much about the current Japanese-movie world, a few "Beat" Kitano flicks aside. The Wife and I were recently wowed, though, by Audition, our first Takeshi Miike film. (It's buyable here and rentable here.) "Audition" starts off like a quiet Ozu drama, then morphs into a truly alarming horror extravaganza. By the end of the film, things had gotten so intense and gory that the two of us were taking refuge behind the sofa. "Audition" is one of the most distressing films I've ever watched, which I intend as a strong recommendation. Next up on the over-expensive home-theater system: Miike's Ishi the Killer. Here's a q&a with Miike. * James Kunstler wonders here what the virtual-reality addiction is doing to kids. * Is there a more annoying TV host than James Lipton, of "Inside the Actors Studio"? Still, credit where credit's due: what other show gives performers the chance to discuss their work at any length? And what other interviewer of performers brings real knowledge and sympathy to the conversation? OK, so 3/4 of the shows consist of content-free butt-licking and actor-babble; the others are startling and terrific. Be sure not to miss Lipton's current conversation with Bette Midler, who's in spunky, funny and down-to-earth form. I find Midler, when she's on her game, hilarious and even touching. I'm in good, and even classy, company. Back in the early Divine Miss M days, I read a talk with the immortal Sir Laurence Olivier, who'd just seen Midler's show in London. "That's what it's all about, isn't it?" he said enthusiastically. "I mean, the energy!!!"... posted by Michael at June 8, 2004 | perma-link | (3) comments





Thursday, May 20, 2004


Food Notes
Dear Friedrich -- * Low-carb lookout: I notice that sales of bread and orange juice are both 'way down. (Check out this report here, and this one here.) The two industries are responding in similar fashion: with advertising blitzes, and with new lines of low-carb products. Krispy Kreme's stock price is off too. I wonder if they'll be advertising low-carb donuts soon. * Any idea what what low-carb OJ tastes like? I've had a couple of low-carb breads, and they were awful. The other night The Wife and I tried a soy-based low-carb pasta. Eating it was wet, unpleasant, and heavy work, like chowing down on the contents of a laundry hamper. Are whole-wheat pastas better than the soy/low-carb pastas? Have you -- has anyone -- run across a whole-wheat pasta that's better than bearable? * The Wife and I caught a documentary called Eat This, New York, harvested by the loyal DVR off the Sundance Channel. It's a likable, scrappy no-budget thing, definitely not-great but a modest triumph of pluck nonetheless. And it's got a terrific subject: the New York City restaurant business. The film follows the misadventures of two new-to-the-city midwestern semi-hipsters as they try to open a small bistro in Brooklyn. The filmmakers crosscut this footage with interviews with some of the city's great food figures: Daniel Boulud, Ruth Reichl, Danny Meyer, many others. Despite its skimpiness and flaws, the film kept us more than half-interested -- amazing what a great subject can do for a movie. What an all-engulfing life running a restaurant seems to be. Not so long ago, I used to be taken out to expense-account lunches at many of the city's best restaurants. (My three faves: Union Square Cafe, Gramercy Park Tavern, and Danube.) So it was doubly fun to watch the talents behind these places tell their stories and offer their reflections. I see at the film's website here that it'll soon be available on DVD. I also notice that the film is airing on Sundance one last time, tonight at 10:30 pm. * Turkey burgers: healthy, handy, cheap, and about as pleasing to eat as scraps of plywood. The Food Network's ever-enthusiastic Rachael Ray to the rescue, here. The Wife found this recipe and has cooked it several times, and the results have always been wunderbar: an informal delight, full of taste and juice. The secret is mixing chopped apple and onion into the burger meat, and covering the pan as the turkey cooks. That way, the meat stays light and moist, and gets saturated with good onion-and-apple syrup. Rachael Ray urges you to serve the burgers with a cranberry relish, but The Wife has also served them with her own inspired tamari-garlic mushroom sauce. Yumsville. * French food alert: Marie Valla and Christopher Dickey report in Newsweek International (here) that French cooking no longer seems so special, and they explain why. The blame seems to lie with government tax policies, red tape -- and the fact that cooking elsewhere has... posted by Michael at May 20, 2004 | perma-link | (21) comments





Wednesday, May 19, 2004


Email Humor -- Retrosexuals
Dear Friedrich -- Apologies for slow, er, nonexistent posting in recent days. I had my first real writing assignment in a few years and was surprised to find that blogging hasn't made on-assignment writing easier than it used to be. Instead it's become harder. Why should this be so? I suspect it's because of the freeform and easy nature of blogging. The writer gets used to having it his way. If one topic isn't working out, it couldn't be easier to slide over and yak about another one instead. Who's the wiser? Blogging length, of course, and for better or worse, is whatever you want it to be. And the blogpublishing process involves nothing more than clicking a button or two. Back in the real world of pro writing, topics and deadlines are given, lengths are dictated, and -- yuck -- there's often editing involved. Lordy, who wants to put up with that? I guess I'm plain spoiled these days. Blogging has turned writing into a form of self-indulgence -- just what I always wanted it to be -- and my attitude has become bratty and hard to control. If I can't have things exactly my way, then why should I bother at all? Nonetheless, by dint of heroic efforts I pulled through these grownup tribulations and have reverted once again to being a happy and egomaniacal baby. Look out, world: MBlowhard is back in the playpen -- and he's ready to coo, drool and romp. Are you the fan of email jokes that I am? I take email jokes as an electronic-era form of folk art, and am dazzled by some. The work, the cleverness, the tuned-in-ness, the un-PC-ness: good lord, what's not to love? This one, sent along by The Wife's very brawny personal trainer, is a reaction against the "Metrosexual" vogue. Have you been too busy with real life to bump into the Metrosexual? It's a term invented to describe straight men who have the more refined attributes of gay men. They fuss over themselves, they're cultured and body-conscious, they know how to ... Well, I'm not sure, really. I'm too butch to know, I guess. Metrosexuals, in any case, are said to be ever so Fab Five-ish, only they like sleeping with women. It's the latest cyber-era thing: men released from the traditional burdens of being male, and now free to float in blissfully narcissistic and solipsistic self-bemusement. This represents an advance, if I understand the argument correctly. Here's a semi-official definition of "Metrosexual." Here's the joke email: RETRO-MAN "If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking." --General G.S.Patton WHO -RAAA!! Ok folks, I have had it. I've taken all I can stand and I can't stand no more. Every time my TV is on, all that can be seen is effeminate men prancing about, redecorating houses and talking about foreign concepts like "style" and "feng shui." Heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, trans-sexual, metrosexual, non-sexual; blue, green, and purple-sexual. Bogus definitions have taken over the urban and... posted by Michael at May 19, 2004 | perma-link | (24) comments





Friday, April 30, 2004


Blog Outage
The blog has been vanishing and re-appearing this morning. Apologies to all for inconveniences and confusions. I'm sure it's something I've done, computer genius that I am. But our bloghost is doing their best to make the blog behave. Here's hoping they have some success soonest, and thanks to all for your patience.... posted by Michael at April 30, 2004 | perma-link | (3) comments





Friday, April 23, 2004


Britney Fans
Dear Friedrich -- So shoot me: I enjoy Britney Spears. Not her music -- heaven forbid -- but Britney the public figure. She may well represent the final decline of Western Civ; that's a conversation that needs to be had. Nonetheless, as everything that really matters goes to hell, I can't help being amused by her existence among us as the all-triumphant porno-pop princess. I love her clumpy, graceless dancing; her clothes-shedding rivalry with Cristina; her Daisy-Mae grit and determination; the whimsical way she treats herself to boob jobs (great big ones last year, streamlined smaller ones this year -- and why not?); her morning-after soap-opera messups; her cheerily shameless need for attention. As The Wife points out, Britney's got the figure of a girl who's dying to put on 40 pounds -- that's lovable too, in a National-Enquirer-reader kind of way. She's a Gen-Y Cher, an I'll-do-anything survivor with a cast-iron diva's consitution. One day she'll crack up, go into hiding, and then try to rehabilitate her career by acting in a John Waters movie. That'll be fun too. I enjoyed Michael Musto's campy appreciation of Britney, here. Visiting a Britney concert, Musto notices that 9/10ths of Britney's fans are young girls, and writes of the show: "It's a choreographed, disembodied-sounding romp into bubble-headed estrogenland" -- that's pretty good. And it's not just Musto and me: I can report that opera-lovin', fancy-starchitecture-lovin' Felix Salmon, here, has been spotted in the hipper districts of NYC wearing an "I Love Britney" t-shirt. Plus -- what can I say? -- I can't resist trashing my own pretentions to being a trustworthy cultural commentator, let alone a man of substance. Not that anyone has ever mistaken me for any such thing. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 23, 2004 | perma-link | (18) comments





Wednesday, April 21, 2004


Better? Or Just Older?
Dear Friedrich -- I don't know about you, but my tastes have changed over the years. Or maybe not my tastes so much as the the ways in which my curiosity about culture and the arts express themselves. As an arty kid, what interested me was excitement and daring; I loved what turned me on, basically. I loved plunging into the thick of art-things there to discover my reactions, which in turn spurred me into exploring the art world (and occasionally even learning a bit about it). These days, I seem to operate in a different way. I'm more interested in reflective, even anthropological questions: the role of art, for instance, and how we see art, and how we experience and use it. My own reactions to actual artworks are what they are, but they seldom fascinate me much. So far as individual works go, I'm more curious about questions of form and genre than I am about questions of expressiveness, let alone excitement. Comfort, respect, pleasure, limitations, modesty -- all these things mean a lot to me these days. I see potential in them that I didn't used to. I don't crave the kinds of bustin'-out experiences I once did -- been there, done that, if always grateful for a thrill. I've awakened into a philosophical mode -- however amateurish -- and into a phase when my tastes are veering more Classical than Romantic. Happy to admit that much of this change has to do with age. Happy to admit, in fact, that in this as in so much else I'm a walking cliche. Still, what gets me scratching my chin is this: I can't help feeling that I've earned this way of going about things, and of experiencing things. I know consciously that the change in my p-o-v is 99% due to biochemistry and aging. But I feel that my current p-o-v is superior, and that it's hard-won; I feel that it represents an achievement, not an inevitability. And I wonder why this should be so. As a kid, I thought there was something unique, special, and remarkable about my experience. I'd get annoyed that older people had this ... equanimity, or something. They were failing to engage with the excitement that was so important a factor to me -- what was their problem? What were they fighting? Why weren't they knocked out by what knocked me out? Why didn't they understand how important these matters were? In a word: my own experiences, thoughts and reactions hit me with the force of revelation. This was it! Wowee! (Talk about young and dumb ... To my shame, I also remember being unable to avoid the feeling that the real cause of my Dad's problems during the years when his health was failing was that he wasn't trying hard enough. I knew perfectly well that this feeling of mine was absurd. But I also couldn't deny that I had the feeling.) These days, when I have an art-reaction, an art-thought,... posted by Michael at April 21, 2004 | perma-link | (16) comments





Tuesday, April 13, 2004


Bulk
Dear Friedrich -- The Timothy Taylor economic history of the US in the 20th century that I've recently finished is, as you'd expect, full of fascinating facts. For example: not only are we, in adjusted-GDP-per-person terms, five times better off than Americans were in 1900, we're twice as well-off as Americans were in 1960. I think my favorite fact, though, is an oddball one about food. According to Taylor, the average American in 2000 ate about the same amount of protein and calories as did the average American in 1900. These days, though, we eat more vitamins, 1/3 more fat -- and considerably less mass. In fact, the average American in 2000 ate 350 fewer pounds of food than did an American in 1900. 350 pounds! Nearly a pound a day less food! I don't know what exactly to make of this, but I'm amazed. Timothy Taylor's four lecture series on economics can be bought here. I've enjoyed them all. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at April 13, 2004 | perma-link | (11) comments





Saturday, April 3, 2004


Timothy Taylor ReduxNot Everything Changes
Michael: I was intrigued by your posting on Timothy Taylor, especially by the list of how much things had changed for Americans since 1900. I did, however, note that at least one thing had not changed greatly, if at all. According to your post: Most people lived within a mile of where they worked, and depended on their feet to get them around. Okay, so most Americans have given up on the getting-around-on-foot thing, but their commute time hasnt altered that much. By my reckoning, walking a mile would take people from roughly 20 to 30 minutes (at a rate of 3 or 2 mph, i.e., at either a brisk stride or a leisurely stroll.) According to a 2002 U.S. Census Bureau study of average travel time to work in 69 cities (which you can see here) in only 3 of those cities does the average worker take more than 30 minutes to get to work, and in only 9 of those cities can he or she make it in less than 20 minutes. In other words, most of us urbanites make it to work in roughly the same time as our grandparents or great grandparents. Granted, given that now we travel there via auto or mass transit at something more like 40 miles per hour, we may be traveling 13 or 20 miles instead of one, but the experience may not be so different. I wonder how much impact such apparently arbitrary preferences have on how we organize ourselves? If we could travel by flying car or jetpack or bullet train at 100 miles per hour to work would we live 2.5 times as far from work as we do now? Kind of interesting to ponder the enduring power of things like 10-minute coffee breaks, an hour for lunch, the half-hour sitcom, no? Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at April 3, 2004 | perma-link | (16) comments





Friday, March 19, 2004


Elsewhere
Dear Friedrich -- * Kevin Drum, formerly the Calpundit, is now chief bloggeur at The Washington Monthly, here. * Alan Little (here) points to this excellent and helpful Ken Rockwell piece (here) comparing digital point-and-shoots with digital SLRs. Alan wonders how Itunes might better handle classical music, here. * First-class online filmcrit: New Zealand's Adrian Hyland (who did a Guest Posting for 2Blowhards here) has an archive of reviews here, and Boston's Mark Delello has stashed some of his own film writing here. Both guys have ferocious minds, turn a snappy phrase, and (best of all) are great fun to compare notes with. During a recent tour 'round the website of the firebreathing architecture and suburbia critic James Howard Kunstler (here), I was surprised to learn that he's also a terrific movie reviewer. Here's a page of his short reviews. I suspect that no one's ever accused Kunstler of being coy about his opinions. * In recent weeks, Steve Sailer has been even more of a brainy, brave dynamo than usual. Check out these two essays, here and here -- and be sure not to miss his blog, which is the yellow column on this page here. Steve also points to this excellent John Leo piece here about bogus "hate crimes." * "Anyone who isn't a socialist at 10 has no heart, anyone who still is at 20 has no brains," writes Aaron Haspel here, who grew up a lot faster than I did. * Where does women's much-noticed cattiness towards other women come from? The Discovery Channel offers a new point of view, here, wisely using a woman writer to deliver the news. * I found this Atlantic Unbound q&a about race (as in blacks and whites) with the author Debra Dickerson refreshing, here. In this chat here with the Chicago Tribune, Harvard's Henry Louis Gates Jr. says many similar things. I wonder if we're at a turning point in thinking about black/white racial things. (Links thanks to Gavin Shorto, here.) * Are you still the Rubens buff you once were? If so, you'll probably enjoy this Sebastian Smee review for the Telegraph, here. * Did I ever link to this page here of games before? They're sweet and simple, but I also find them beautiful and poetic. * Terry Teachout (here) finds Keaton funnier than Chaplin; George Hunka (here) prefers the guy with the moustache and the cane. * The standard thing was once to assume that Anglo-Saxons completely overran the native Britons. New evidence reported here suggests that the invading force may have been far smaller than was thought. * I love Fenster Moop, a new culture/politics blog, here. Fenster has a searching mind, a firm hand on the wheel, and tons of horsepower under the hood. * The British designer Neville Brody was one of the most influential visual people of the 1980s -- think The Face magazine. DesignObserver's Rick Poynor takes a look back at Brody's significance here. * The talented young horror-film director Eli... posted by Michael at March 19, 2004 | perma-link | (19) comments





Thursday, March 18, 2004


Low-Carb Update
Dear Friedrich -- I was at the health-food store eyeballing the huge selection of low-carb bars on display when one of them caught my eye, The Z-Carb Bar. Its tagline (or whatever you call the ad-ish line that pitches the product): Zero Carbs. Zero Guilt. Zero Laxative Effect. Sure makes me want to chow down! I hereby nominate the Z-Carb Bar for an Oscar for Least-Appetizing Sales Pitch Ever. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at March 18, 2004 | perma-link | (2) comments




Diet Update
Michael: Just thought Id provide a little update on the whole diet experience. For those of you not following my personal soap-opera closely, I have been engaged in a pretty serious diet for the past three-and-a-half months. (Well, it wasnt that serious during January as a result of home-remodeling and my daughters bat mitzvah, but Ive gotten pretty hard-core recently.) So far, Ive lost just over 50 pounds, 21 of those in the past four weeks. My approach in the last month has been what I would call moderate strict Atkins: that is, a strict Atkins diet (less than 20 grams of carbohydrate a day, testing my urine with ketostix to make sure Im in fat-burning mode) combined with moderate exercise (3-5 miles walking daily) and moderate quantities of food (as opposed to just shoveling the old protein in.) I would also stress the value of getting together with a reasonably intimate group to discuss progress and pitfalls weekly. To the extent that overeating is an addictive disorder, it appears that the peer pressure of such a group is the only practical defense against falling off the wagon. Im getting pretty serious about figuring out how to stay in such a group even after I hit my goal weight. Otherwise, any objective observer would conclude that my long-term outlook for maintaining weight is rather dicey, sad though that is to say. On the lighter side (no pun intended, it just popped out) Ive noticed the press releases and news stories about a drug that is, at best, a good two years away from commercial release but already looks like it has commercial blockbuster written all over it. Sanofi-Synthelabo (great name for a pharmaceutical company, no?) has been touting the early clinical successes of its CB1 blocker drug rimonabant (trade name: Acomplia). This drug seems to simultaneously make it easier for people to quit smoking and to not gain weight while doing so, or to simply help people lose weight. You can read about it here. My first reaction to this wonder drug was to think: quit smoking and lose weight? Doesnt it give you whiter whites and brighter brights too? And how about a date on Friday night? (Now that I think about it, of course, it might actually deliver on that one.) But as I read about how this drug works on the endocannabinoid system, a natural system that modulates the body's energy balance and nicotine dependence I began to wonder about exactly what kind of research had led to this discovery. And in a story in the Wall St. Journal I hit pay-dirt: just as the name of that system implies, this drug comes out of scientific research into why smoking marijuana gives you the munchies! Dr. Spicoli. Dedicated Researcher of the Endocannabinoid System Unbidden visions of the development process came to mind: a group of dedicated Jeff Spicolis sitting around in white lab coats blazing doobies. Naturally, they would be divided between a group taking a CB1... posted by Friedrich at March 18, 2004 | perma-link | (8) comments





Tuesday, February 17, 2004


Two Souls, Alas, Within My Bosom Dwell...
Michael: Thanks for sending me Mark Lillas book, The Reckless Mind: Intellectuals in Politics. I was particularly intrigued by the story of Alexander Vladimirovitch Kojevnikov, better known as Kojeve, who took a single notion out of Hegel and built himself quite a career around it. (Apparently, Kojeves writings were the inspiration for Francis Fukuyamas "The End of History and the Last Man" of 1992 which I certainly heard about but never read.) Kojeves hypothesis, derived from his reading of Hegels Phenomenology of Spirit while teaching a tutorial in France during the 1930s, was that the central motor of history during the past two centuries has been the struggle by self-conscious minds for recognition from other self-conscious minds. According to Mr. Lilla: One step in [humanitys] developmental ladder is the moment of self-consciousness, when the mind first becomes aware of itself as an active force, which realization leads to a bifurcation between simple consciousness and reflective self-consciousness. Hegel describes this moment allegorically as a struggle between two figures: a master (Herr), representing simple conciousness, who rules over and demands recognition from a servant (Knecht), representing the new self-consciousness. The relation between master and servant is necessarily one of conflict because, Hegel explains, it is in the nature of the self-conscious mind to want recognition from other such minds; this is its overriding desire. [emphasis added] According to Kojeve, the world, or at least its laboring and oppressed masses, achieved Hegelian self-consciousness during the French revolution. The Napoleonic wars then spread the bacillum of self-consciousness throughout Europe. According to Kojeve, there havent been any world-historical events since the Napoleonic wars. Post-Napoleonic history has merely been the struggle of various self-conscious humans for mutual recognition. Hence, we are in a period considered considered by Kojeve to be the end of history. Hey, dont laugh at this little theory; it actually got Kojeve a long lasting gig as a postwar advisor to successive French governments. In position papers written for the French government immediately after World War II, he posited that the U.S. and the USSR were simply left- and right-wing variations of the same underlying world-historical trend. That is, they were both evolving toward technocratically administered egalitarian societies, because that is the type of society most conducive to the real action--the struggle for Recognition by other Self Conscious Minds. Hence, France could feel conveniently agnostic about who would ultimately win the Cold War, and, in fact, could legitimately create a third alternative to both in Europe. Kojeve actually seems to have played an influential role in the creation of the Common Market. Philosophically I have no idea if Kojeves reading of Hegels theory is on the money or not. To tell the truth, I've never been able to decode Hegel for more than a sentence or two, so Im not the man to ask. (Are there any Hegel scholars out there willing to weigh in on the accuracy of Kojeves interpretation?) I obviously have a weakness for grandiose nuttiness like this. That's how... posted by Friedrich at February 17, 2004 | perma-link | (9) comments





Sunday, February 8, 2004


Elsewhere
Dear Friedrich -- * Helen Fisher talks to Carlene Bauer about how to interpret romance, love and sex from an evo-bio point of view, here. (Link found thanks to the Human Nature Daily Review, here.) Do you know Fisher's work? I've enjoyed a couple of her books. She's down to earth and frank, and much less afraid of generalizing from her findings than many scientists are. Perhaps that means that she's more pop-y than she should be; but it also means that she's fun and accessible. Fascinating passage: I think we have a real misunderstanding in this culture of the intensity of male romantic love ... Three out of four people who kill themselves after a love relationship has ended are men, not women. Men are much more likely because they have fewer friends -- so they put more into relationships than women. Which reminds me of an exchange in one of the Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers movies -- "Top Hat," maybe. Fred's falling for Ginger; Ginger hasn't decided about him yet; he's sulking. She tells him something like "Oh, for pete's sake, stop pining." And he says to her, "Men don't pine. Men suffer." * Most stories about the music business and recent digi-developments -- piracy, file-sharing, downloading -- have focused on what might and will happen to the music corporations and the star acts. The Washington Post's David Segal writes here about the impact these changes are already having on retailers and record stores. A dramatic and engrossing piece of reporting. * Forager23 makes some useful and amusing distinctions between "left-ish" people and "leftist" people, here. * A new issue of the New Criterion is out, and the magazine has put a generous sampling of its contents on the web. I enjoyed -- to the max -- the two pieces I've gotten to so far: Anthony ("Theodore Dalrymple") Daniels on Somerset Maugham (here), and Denis Dutton on Charles Murray's new book about human accomplishment (here) -- Dutton's terrific on the question of what kinds of conditions promote creative achievement. For the Washington Post, here, Dutton reviews a new book about doubt and skepticism. Good line: "Freud may have claimed that a healthy, mature psyche needs to embrace disbelief, but he wasn't about to apply that principle to his own theories." Have you ever read Maugham, by the way? I've read only one of his novels, and I enjoyed it so much that I'm ashamed I've never gotten around to reading another. A clear and ironic writer, and a tremendous storyteller -- proof-more-than-positive that there was never anything necessary or inevitable about modernism in literature. A nice passage from Daniels on Maugham: He is not avant but arrire garde, a literary reactionary, though no one who uses the term avant garde as a term of praise in relation to art ever quite explains what the final goal of art is: victory, perhaps, but over what exactly? A liking for stories? * John Kerry has been railing against "special interests," it... posted by Michael at February 8, 2004 | perma-link | (10) comments





Thursday, January 29, 2004


Auto Nostalgia
Dear Friedrich -- You'll probably enjoy this Forbes article-plus-slideshow; its subject is the worst cars of all time, here. As you'd expect, the slideshow is a trip down nostalgia lane for those of us old enough to have had driver's licenses back in the '70s. There's the Vega (aka "the rustmobile"), the immortal (kaboom) Pinto, and the AMC "Mooncar" Pacer. Ah, the memories. Not every car on the list is from the '70s and early '80s, but still: what in god's name happened to the American auto industry during that stretch? When youngsters these days yak enviously about how great life must have been back in the '70s -- an era when all anyone did was wear funny disco clothes and have endless amounts of unprotected sex -- I'm sometimes moved to point out that not only did we not have computers (imagine that!), we also had cars that were uncomfortable, dangerous, and prone to falling apart. The kids, naturally, doubt me. TV has told them that the '70s were a campy blast, so as far as they're concerned, that's what the '70s were. Highlight of a great era in engineering I was surprised that the AMC Gremlin I drove for a couple of years didn't make the list. It was really something special. It weighed several tons, and had a tiny engine and no power steering. Its front seats were the worst I have ever spent time in; 30 minutes guaranteed a backache. But my Gremlin's most infuriating trait was that it stalled in the rain. I'd be driving around, rain would begin to fall, and infallibly the car's engine would die. As far as I could tell, the damp KO'd the distributor. So there I'd be, by the side of the road with the car's hood up, trying to dry out the distributor cap in the midst of the pouring rain ... Bizarrely enough, there's a page devoted to the AMC Gremlin here. Hey, here's another one. Can it be that the Gremlin has made the leap from piece-of-shit to ultracool? Damn, why'd I get rid of mine? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 29, 2004 | perma-link | (9) comments





Wednesday, January 28, 2004


Atkins Conquers All
Michael: Just a little update on the whole diet scene. Ive lost 28 pounds so far. Granted, this is less than I had hoped to lose when I started in December, but I had a really bad three weeks around the holidays. (Not from holiday meals, but from the fact that were having some work done on our house and we had to move into hotels three times and had a concrete-dust crisis. Can you say HEPA filter?) In fact, feeling stalled out on the Optifast, I switched to the standard Atkins diet and saw my weight loss rise even as the number of calories I ate increased dramatically. Now my goal is to get out and do more walking during the day. The one good thing about being as heavy as I am is that it makes you burn a lot of energy (180-200 calories) to walk a mile; hence an hour walking a day will knock off an extra pound a week. Also, is it just me or has the whole Atkins thing just exploded? The waiters at the restaurant where I now eat my breakfast eggs (take that Optifast) are all on Atkins. The back cover of the January/February Atlantic (you know, the magazine formerly known as the Atlantic Monthly) carries an ad for Atkins-brand low-carb cereal and breakfast bars. (Actually, the mind boggles--isn't cereal essentially a carb-delivery system?) I remember a story a few weeks ago on some large packaged food company that was placing a major business bet on Atkinized versions of its products. Even the Optifast people have Atkins-style (more protein, fewer carbs) versions of their shakes. And to think that only a few years ago medical opinion was unanimous about the evils of Dr. Atkins fad diet and the wonders of the low-fat lifestyle! How the mighty have fallen. Of course, the real problem with Atkins, as Ive said before, isnt when youre trying to lose weight, its in the keeping it off. But I guess that could be said about most any diet. Well, as we used to say, "Keep on truckin'." (If that doesn't make anyone under 45 throw up, nothing will.) Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at January 28, 2004 | perma-link | (8) comments





Saturday, January 3, 2004


Elsewhere
Dear Friedrich -- * Richard Dorment wonders how much sense it makes to think of Degas as an Impressionist, here. * Alice Bachini decides that she likes the TV series "Friends" after all, here. * I love reading the British design critic Rick Poynor, who blogs (all too seldom, grrr) at DesignObserver, here. Here's a recent Rick posting about a Dutch design team. * There's probably no easier to way get familiar with the important concept of a market-dominant minority than by reading Amy Chua's article in the Wilson Quarterly here. Chua's book on the topic, "World on Fire," can be bought here. Steve Sailer comments here; Vinod, of Vinod's Blog (and from whom I lifted the Chua link), adds some more thoughts here. * George Chauncey makes James McCourt's new book "Queer Street" here sound like an elegy for the closeted old days when some homosexuals developed extreme and virtuosic camp styles. Take that, "Queer Eye" Fab Five. Apparently I'm not the first person to think gays were funnier back when they were less easygoingly part of the mainstream -- an observation I'm not about to draw any political conclusions from, by the way. * Michael Musto's end-of-the-year awards for "brilliance and horror in pop culture" are pretty funny, here. It's amazing that Musto, a Village Voice columnist who's older than you and I are, has managed to keep his energy up for this kind of silliness. But he has, and he's consistently amusing. * My favorite edgy queer, the Toronto writer, filmmaker and all-around personality Bruce La Bruce, has a wayward but fun rant here about the tyranny of narrative in today's movies. Here he compares splatter movies with porn, and argues that porn -- which he likes and even makes -- should be kept underground. He riffs his way through some awards ceremonies here, dissing Leo DiCaprio's appearance at the Golden Globes with this memorable line: "Where's Sacheen Littlefeather when you need her?" * Jim Burrows has devoted a website to the vital subject of cheesecake art -- no, not foodie photography, but pix of coyly sweet and sexy girls -- and he's done an awfully good and informative job, here. * Jim Kalb's tone is unfailingly mild and modest, but he's also a ferociously smart reasoner whose writing always gives my sorry brain a good tuneup. Here and here are some especially sharp recent Jim postings. * Aaron Haspel doesn't think too highly of college educations, here. Aaron also points out that Cinderella Bloggerfella (here) has decided to hang up his blogging spurs. I certainly can't improve on Aaron's tribute and eloquence seems to be failing me today anyway. But I do want to note how much I've enjoyed and appreciated CB's work, which has always been fascinating and eye-opening, as well as wittily presented. Reading his blog beat hell out of reading almost anything in the conventional press, IMHO. * Have I raved yet about the webcast of the East Tennessee radio station WDVX? Yes?... posted by Michael at January 3, 2004 | perma-link | (4) comments





Sunday, December 21, 2003



Happy Holidays! 2Blowhards is taking an end-of-the-year break. Best wishes and many thanks to everyone, especially our Guest Posters and regular visitors. We'll start posting on January 2. We look forward to seeing you again in 2004.... posted by Michael at December 21, 2003 | perma-link | (15) comments





Friday, December 12, 2003


Elsewhere
Dear Friedrich -- * Tyler Cowen turns up definitive proof that the presence of beautiful women makes men act like asses, here. Interesting to learn that the presence of a handsome guy doesn't make women lose nearly so much of their reason. * The economist Friedrich Hayek spent decades squaring off against large-scale planners and centralizers; he saw virtue in distributed knowledge and decentered decision-making. If chaos and complexity theory make your head buzz, and if the thoughts of Christopher Alexander and Jane Jacobs make intuitive sense to you, you'll probably groove on Hayek too. My (rather quirky) choice for best Hayek book to start with is "The Fatal Conceit," buyable here. But the curious can get a fast and free taste of Hayek's thinking by reading this Thomas Hazlett interview with Hayek for Reason, here. * S.Y. Affolee (here) turned up this mindbending Flash production here. Load it, use your keyboard's arrow keys, and pretend you're one of the Blue Angels. * A short but heartfelt tribute to the cultureblogosphere's best linker, Plep (here), who, day after day, makes amazing finds. What could be a more worthwhile and helpful way to use the Web? An essential site for culture fans, and a sensational ongoing performance that doesn't get nearly the applause it deserves. * In the NYTimes, William Hamilton writes that Sotheby's is having a hard time finding buyers for Mies van der Rohe's Farnsworth House here. The minimum bid is $4.5 million and no one has come up with anything more than $3.5 million. I'm not surprised: the glass shoebox of a house has always been a hard one to live in, and it's prone to being flooded. A 1997 flood led to a $10 million renovation -- yet the modernist take on the house is that it's a "brilliant response to the landscape." Ah, modernism, eh? One sensible statement comes from Christopher Robling of the Landmarks Preservation Council: "Honestly," he says, "I think that modern architecture is an acquired taste." Yes, and it's one that can be un-acquired too. Our own posting about the Farnsworth is here. * Steve Sailer's review of Jonathan Tilove's new book about contemporary African-American life, "Along Martin Luther King," is informative and moving, here. * Visitors who were interested or exasperated by the discussion of AIDS that cropped up a few postings ago may well find this Rian Malan piece about AIDS in Africa interesting, or maybe exasperating, too. Malan writes that he suspects that the figures that have been given for the number of the infected in Africa are extremely exaggerated. It's here. * Graham Lester, who has been reading Trollope and Dickens, makes sensible and persuasive cases for both of them, here. * JW Hastings (here) confesses that he likes a lot of commercial country music. A commenter on JW's posting links to the website of WDVX here, and calls it the best alt-country radio station in the world. I've only been listening to their webcast for a few hours... posted by Michael at December 12, 2003 | perma-link | (15) comments





Tuesday, December 9, 2003


Sons of the Midwest
Michael: December 17 will mark the one-hundredth anniversary of the first flight of the Wright Brothers. As a Midwesterner, I think I can justifiably point out this feat as probably the high point of Midwestern American civilization. Wilbur (left) and Orville Wright and Their First Flight As remarkable as the brothers were, they were also very much men of their time-and-place. They were born in Ohio (like me) within five years of the end of the Civil War (well, not exactly like me)Wilbur in 1866, Orville in 1870. They came from a religious family, but of a recognizable Midwestern type. Their father was a bishop in the United Brethern Church; no mystic (were not really natural mystics in Ohio) but rather a tireless traveling evangelist, organizer and religious politician, whose faith gave him a firm sense of his own righteousness. In the opening days of the Civil War he wrote in a letter: The President does not want to end slavery. The Congress does not want to end slavery. But the Lord God Jehovah wants to end slavery, and slavery shall come to an end. And, by golly, the Bishop was as good as his word on racial matters; the Wright home in Dayton was in a racially mixed neighborhood (pretty much on the wrong side of the tracks) and both brothers grew up with black friends and classmates. (In fact, Orville wanted a black preacher whom he admired to deliver his eulogy, but the scandalized younger generation wouldnt hear of this and ignored his wishes at the funeral.) I took a trip to Dayton a few years ago and decided to check out where the Wright home stood. It was actually a pretty depressing trip; today the lot sits in a grim inner-city neighborhood. As I drove around slowly looking for the exact address (there is, astonishingly, no marker or sign) I was constantly accosted by men on street corners trying to sell me drugs. When I got out to survey the now-empty lot where the Wright house stood (Henry Ford bought it and moved it to Dearborn), I noticed that the house immediately to its left, no doubt standing in the brothers day, had a hand-lettered cardboard sign in the window: We dont sell crack. Please dont knock. I came away thinking that it was time for the Bishop to rise up from his grave and reassert control over his turf. Even the guys selling drugs seemed pretty dispirited; it was as if everyone in the neighborhood was desperately looking for a dose of old-fashioned religiously inspired moral suasion (and the Bishop would have been just the man to supply it.) The brothers were from a large family which very much revolved around Dad. The older brothers rebelled, made inappropriate marriages, and struggled financially, while the three younger children (including Orville, Wilbur and their sister) gave up and stayed at home, never to marry or even have much in the way of significant others. (Actually, the sister eventually... posted by Friedrich at December 9, 2003 | perma-link | (25) comments





Thursday, December 4, 2003


Elsewhere
Dear Friedrich -- * I'd assumed that the early-'90s sexual-correctness vogue was as nothing in the UK by comparison to how nutty it got in the States. (Do you remember those years? What was that all about?) But perhaps I was wrong. British journalist Neil Lyndon tells here how he was the victim of a witch-hunt for an essay he wrote questioning the orthodox feminist litany. Good passage: "As my scepticism grew, I found it embarrassing to realise how uncritically I had acquiesced to feminist ways of looking at the world. Once I started thinking more independently, however, it was exhilarating how quickly the feminist view fell apart. For instance, the more I thought about societies other than our own -- societies in the past, societies in other parts of the world -- the clearer it became that the order of relations between men and women was determined, above all, not by the power-lusts of men, as feminists were wont to say, but by the availability of reliable birth control. Where women could not control their fertility -- as in the West before the 20th century and in parts of the Third World today -- they were inevitably confined within a domestic life. When women could control their fertility, they automatically gained admission to the public life from which they had been excluded -- education, emploment, and political representation." (Link thanks to Jim Kalb, here.) * I don't check in with Jim Kalb's blog (here) as often as I might only because his interests have turned towards Catholicism, a topic that doesn't mean anything to me. But Jim's as smart as can be. He's a first-class reasoner and writer, and he's one of the few non-libertarian, traditionalist conservatives out there. I'm happy to see someone making that case as well as he does. A respectful and intelligent group of paleo-commenters also hang out at his blog. So I just skip the Catholicism stuff and help myself to his other postings. Here's a good one about postmodernism and conservatism. And here's a good one on the topic of copyright. * George Hunka's response to the Great-Art-I-Don't-Get game is one of the funniest, as well as one of the most sweeping, I've run across, here. * Did you know that, prior to turning himself into Mr. Lord of the Rings, the director Peter Jackson had a wildass, edgy, irreverent film-nerd side? Polly Frost, who's on a horror kick, watched an early, buckets-of-blood splatter film that Jackson directed, and she enjoyed it. She's also come up with some original thoughts about vampires and zombies, believe it or not. Her posting is here. * Public Choice economists love to analyze what government types are up to in terms of what they're out for. But what do Public Choice economists believe? And what might they be out for? Tyler Cowen has some hunches, here. * I'm of several minds about the Bad Sex Award, whose this-year winner was announced here. On the one hand, anything... posted by Michael at December 4, 2003 | perma-link | (4) comments





Saturday, November 22, 2003


Teaching Company Lecture Series on Sale
Dear Friedrich -- I've blogged before about The Teaching Company, which sells recorded versions of college-level lecture series. I've tried a lot of their products and am super-enthusiastic about some of them. Happily, The Teaching Company puts nearly all of its courses on sale at some point or other. At the moment, many of my favorites can be bought at amazingly good prices. Click on the link that follows the lecturer's name to find a page with links to all his courses. Patrick Allitt (here): I found his "American Religious History" series fantastic, raved about it here, and am looking forward to listening to his "Victorian Britain." Alan Charles Kors (here): He lectures about the intellectual history of 17th and 18th century Europe. I thought both "The Birth of the Modern Mind" and "Voltaire and the Triumph of the Enlightenment" were blazingly good. My thoughts about them are here. Timothy Taylor (here): I can't imagine a better way for a mush-headed LibArts type to finally crack Econ than by starting with this short series here, then moving on to this one here. But listen to all his courses eventually; I have, and I got a lot out of each one. I've expressed enthusiasm for Taylor's work here and here. Robert Greenberg (here): He's the Teaching Company's go-to guy for music history, and he's sensationally good. I've listened to both his general intro to Western classical music (here) and his Bach series (not currently on sale) -- it'd be hard to better either one. If prices like $34.95 or $64.95 strike anyone as stiff: well, for Pete's sake, get real. These are fabulous courses that are many enjoyable and informative hours long, and that are far better than anything I took at an expensive, if lousy, Ivy university. Plus, hey, when you're done with them you can generate some good karma for yourself by passing them along to a friend or by donating them to your local public library. Spread the knowledge -- and the pleasure. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 22, 2003 | perma-link | (15) comments





Thursday, November 20, 2003


Back-Home Accents
Michael: Have you ever tried to summarize what makes the accent of your home town unique? Since my ear for such things is terrible, I've never been able to do it, just as I've never managed to blend in with the locals even when on extended sojourns in other parts of the English-speaking world, whether that has been London or Southern Californa. When pressed (particularly by the British, who seemed to find my accent hilarious) I had to fall back on the old dodge of explaining to people that the speech patterns of the Upper Midwest are the foundations of "standard educated American English." (Hey, say something with a straight face and you'd be surprised what nonsense you can get people to believe.) Well, someone else has finally accomplished what I could not: they have provided the world with a "how-to" manual for talking like me: A little bit Fargo, a little bit Nasal Chicago, and a little bit Canadian, the Michigan Accent was derived from a lot of the linguistic influences of its early settlers: Irish, Finnish, Welsh and Dutch. In some areas, particularly around blue collar parts of Detroit, hordes of poor Southerners who came up the Dixie Highway to work on the assembly lines in the early-to-mid 1900's have also injected a bit of Southern twang into our Northern European heritage. The resulting mix is similar to a pirate with a head cold... something my friends give me a hard time about quite frequently. Here are some tips ta help ya soun' like yer from the Moder Ciddy. You can read the full discussion, which is pretty funny, here. You have some facility with languages (unlike me). Do you try to adjust your accent to your surroundings, or like what? Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at November 20, 2003 | perma-link | (22) comments





Friday, November 7, 2003


Elsewhere
Dear Friedrich -- * Time to hit the 1-Click button: Volume 2 of Christopher Alexander's "The Nature of Order" has gone on sale and can be bought here. 2Blowhards favorite Nikos Salingaros has posted a helpful review of the book on its Amazon page, and makes it sound like the one of the most substantial volumes Alexander has ever written. Salingaros himself has a fascinating essay on Planetizen; it's about fractals, networks and cities, and is readable here. * Along with Christopher Alexander, the wonderfully ornery Jane Jacobs is one of the gods of people who love buildings and neighborhoods that work and evolve, and who have no time for top-down modernist chic. What does she think of the New Urbanism? Find out in this q&a with her by Bill Steigerwald for Reason, here. * I don't know what to say about the work of this pumpkin-carving artist here. Examples of folk-art genius? Pure silliness? It makes me feel awfully happy in any case, as well as grateful for the web. * I had a good time playing with this create-a-face webpage (here) by the photographer Eric Myer. * George Hunka is now reading Clive James, here. * Mike Snider has posted a bittersweet new sonnet, here. * I forget if you've ever watched any of the films by the French filmmaker who goes by the name Chris Marker. He's one of a kind -- someone who has mainly made nonfiction films, but isn't a documentarian so much as a maker of lyrical, complicated and touching poetic essays. (Oliver Sacks and Ryszard Kapuscinski might be his rough equivalents in book-writing terms.) A few of his pictures are among my very favorites: "Sans Soleil" and "The Last Bolshevik," especially, though I also like "La Jetee" (the basis for Terry Gilliam's movie "Thirteen Monkeys") and "Le Mystere Koumiko" a lot too. I wonder why so few of his movies are available on DVD -- they seem naturals for a nonlinear medium. But I've run across videocassettes of them at good video parlors -- here's hoping you've got one near you. Anyway, here's a decent Film Comment article by Kent Jones about "Immemory," a CD-ROM Marker has made. Here's a website by Adrian Miles dedicated to Marker's work. And here's a piece about "The Last Bolshevik" that I have no trouble agreeing with. * Remember that Eric Rohmer film "Pauline at the Beach"? Remember how the guys in the film press flipped for the film's star, Arielle Dombasle? For a few weeks, she was the thinking man's sex symbol. I just stumbled across Dombasle's own website here. In a section devoted to her marriage, there's a passage that says, "Arielle est, par nature, une amoureuse passionne. Elle partage sa vie, et un bonheur sans nuages avec le philosophe-crivain Bernard Henri Lvy." ("By nature, Arielle is a passionate lover. She shares her life, and a happiness without clouds, with the philosopher-writer Bernard Henri Levy.") Ah, actresses. Ah, the French. Ah, French actresses. * Jon... posted by Michael at November 7, 2003 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, October 29, 2003


Beyond Annoying
Dear Friedrich -- Some Great Recent Moments in Annoying Public Behavior: * The woman sitting a row behind us at the Film Forum who brought in an entire bagful of different snacks, each wrapped in its own paper or plastic packaging. She had so much food that it took her 45 minutes (and six separate ripping-and-tearing bouts with paper and plastic) to finish it. * The fat, arthritic older man at the end of the row at "In the Cut" who decided midway through the film that he needed to put on his windbreaker. What with stiff joints and a huge tummy to contend with, this process took him a good ten minutes -- ten minutes of tugging, muttering and gasping, and of the zip-whizzzz sounds of nylon on nylon. * I was in the waiting room at my eye doctor's, waiting for the eyedrops he'd given me to do their pupil-dilating thing. In walked a glittering, slim, Upper East Side woman. She sat down, rustled through the shopping bag she had with her -- and brought out an entire meal. Three or four courses, each in Tupperware. She placed the containers on her lap, opened them, pulled out plastic utensils, and dug in. That was the first time I've seen anyone eat a meal in a doctor's waiting room. I sometimes feel that I'm a wimp if I don't try to scold these people into behaving better, and I do sometimes crane my neck and glare in annoyance. But I never get any satisfaction, and so retreat back into silence and irritation. Cowardice and lack of spine explain a lot of this, of course. But also: well, this is New York, and the general policy here is, if you're criticized or scolded, attack back with both barrels blazing. Back in the late '70s, I was at a screening of some old classic movie at the Bleecker Street Cinema. It was a cold winter day; there were lots of parkas and coats to accomodate; the theater was nearly full and the heating was turned up 'way too high. At some point in the middle of the movie, a few rows in back of me, there was one of those hushing/shushing/whispering commotions you register semi-consciously. Then it erupted -- the voices got profane and angry, the rows of chairs shook. It was enough to make you turn around in alarm and curiosity. But things settled down ... After the movie was over I asked a couple of people from that part of the theater what had happened. It turned out a guy had been so offended by being told to shush by some other viewers that he'd pulled a gun on them and told them to shush themselves. When I was a young whippersnapper, the moviegoers I found most annoying were the ones who find it impossible to stay quiet and still during sex scenes and nudity. I love erotic scenes in movies myself, and, generally speaking, the artier they are,... posted by Michael at October 29, 2003 | perma-link | (32) comments





Sunday, October 26, 2003


L.A. and The Sublime
Michael: I seem to remember you stating that you have a fundamental aversion to the Romantic aesthetic. This may explain why you dont live in L.A. Occasionally, as today, Southern California throws up images that seem to have been designed to make one think one is living in the middle of a Turner or some other Romantic master. I took the first three pictures while driving around trying to make sure my own dwelling wasnt about to become a fire statistic. The fourth followed a short while later as the sun set through the pall. I guess the sublime remains a workable aesthetic categoryat least in this part of the world. Cheers, Friedrich P.S. All of this is noted with sympathy to those whose homes did become fire statistics today. My house came a good deal closer than I would have liked a couple years ago.... posted by Friedrich at October 26, 2003 | perma-link | (12) comments





Friday, October 17, 2003


Elsewhere
Friedrich -- * In the WashPost, Laura Sessions Stepp compares old-fashioned romance-and-flirtation with today's grab-what-you-can ethos here. (Link thanks to Arts & Letters Daily, here.) * Alice Bachini thinks that when you speak a foreign language you're quite likely to become a different person, here. * Did more people die in the 20th century from 1) wars between countries or 2) the misbehavior and viciousness of their own rulers? George Hunka lays out the sad facts, here. * Alan Sullivan writes here about what made him turn the corner politically. "Without wealth, we artsy types would starve," he points out. * Steve Sailer interviews 3rd-world property-rights advocate Hernando de Soto here and here. * I enjoyed this Bryan Appleyard visit with the actress Kristin Scott Thomas, here. * Hey, I'm not the only film buff who's a fan of the work of the director Ronny Yu. Polly Frost (here) loves "Bride of Chucky" and "Jason vs. Freddy" too. * The director Fernando Meirelles talks about why he loves Bernardo Bertolucci's movie "Besieged," here. I love the movie too, but I also like the way Meirelles discusses it -- he's a real filmmaking connoisseur. * Have you read Margaret Visser's collection of short essays "Much Depends on Dinner" (buyable here)? I thought it was a gem. Visser discusses food and eating on many different levels -- food as history, as symbolism, as sex, as pleasure ... And she manages to do so without the fussiness and overextravagance food writers seem prone to. Here's a good long interview with her. * James Russell calls the new Tarantino "a pastiche that doesnt really work" and sounds convincing doing so, here. * Clifford Krauss reports in The NYTimes that Canada's national health service appears to be coming up short, here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 17, 2003 | perma-link | (0) comments





Wednesday, October 15, 2003


Elsewhere
Friedrich -- * David Sucher visited Louis Kahn's Salk Institute and wasn't impressed (here). I visited the Salk myself about a decade ago and hereby second David's reaction. * Polly Frost saw "Mystic River" and found it anything but thrilling, here. * Aaron Haspel saw "Kill Bill," and, hoo-boy, was he ever not buying whatever it is Tarantino's selling, here. * Yahmdallah chooses the "second suckiest song ever composed and recorded," here. * Katie Hafner writes one of those it's-about-time-someone-noticed pieces about how common it is for electronic gadgets to be bought, used once, and then never used again, here. * Steve Sailer talks sense about the ladies' pro golf tour (here), as well as about why Cruz Bustamente did so badly in the California recall vote (here). * Tyler Cowen wonders why Persian carpet dealers always seem to be liquidating their stock, or at least having a sale, here. * Alex Tabarrok, Tyler's co-blogger at Marginal Revolution, has a short and enlightening op-ed here on why neither major party is the party for those who prefer smaller, more modest government. * Helmut Newton, S&M-fashion photographer par excellence, has lived a naughty life indeed, here. * Patrick Newley remembers the day he met Warren Beatty, here. * I notice that Denis Dutton is putting more of his writing up on his website (here). I'm currently enjoying and getting a lot out of this brilliant essay here about tribal art that he wrote for the Oxford Enclyclopedia of Aesthetics. * Fact of the day: a letter to the editor in the WSJournal points out something interesting about Cuba. Almost 2/3 of the Cuban population is now of African descent -- but "the top power elite around Castro is 97% white." Time to parachute in a few diversity consultants? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 15, 2003 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, October 8, 2003


I'm Nick-Free
Friedrich -- In the immortal words of Scott Chaffin, "Edge gel + Mach 3 Turbo = no cuts in years." This morning I gave Scott's formula a try and, praise the lord, it works. Well, apart from that length of Adam's-apple flesh I managed to separate myself from. Still: one wound rather than the usual six -- a big improvement. God bless technological progress, and I eagerly await the advent of the Mach 4. Scott's blog is here. Go, enjoy, imbibe wisdom. Best, Michael PS: Achin' forearms forced me ease up on the blogging for a few days. They don't seem to be in loud protest mode this morning, so I'll start venturing the occasional posting again.... posted by Michael at October 8, 2003 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, October 6, 2003


Can't Be Too Soon for Me
Michael: I dont know how much time you spend driving in New York, but the amount of time I spend in Los Angeles behind the wheel pondering the lack of driving skills among my fellow Angelinos is easy to describe: too much. After watching traffic routinely bunch up every time a freeway takes a bend or goes up a hill, its hard to keep a very elevated notion of the skill level and attention span of ones fellow drivers. I understand the reasons for the public policy decision to allow more or less everyone of adult years to drive. But I cant help but fantasize about how much more efficient getting from place to place would be if we could require the least-skilled ten percent of the population to use the bus. (I swear, rush-hour traffic speeds would, at a minimum, double.) Since this is one of those fantasies that would require becoming Diktator of California to bring aboutin short, not worth the effort involved, even during the recall campaignIve found a new subject to fantasize about while driving: using computers to substitute for the questionable judgment and reflexes of my fellow automotive travelers. As a result, I eagerly read a story by Dan McCosh in the NY Times, With a Computer at the Wheel, the Steering Thinks for Itself. (You can read this here.) As electronics have increasingly invaded car control systems, engineers have given them a role in boosting safety by watching out for driver errors such as locking the brakes in panic stops. This process has been taken a step farther by a system called Active Steering available as an option on the BMW 5 series. New BMW 5 Series: Smarter Than Some of Its Drivers? This allows the cars electronics to change the ratio of the steering wheel to the movement of the cars front wheels depending on the speed and driving conditions. Among other things, it allows the driver to park with far less effort than previously, the front wheel movement : steering wheel movement ratio increasing greatly at very low (parking) speeds. But as Mr. McCosh points out, that aint the half of it: Active steering has another, more impressive trick up its sleeve, though this innovation remains unused until an emergency arises. For the first time, a car is being equipped with the ability to steer itself in certain situations, presumably with greater skill and accuracy than the human at the wheelThis action takes place when sensors that track the car's movement indicate that the steering wheel has been turned more than is necessary or prudent for a safe maneuver, potentially causing a skid. A computer-controlled electric motor overrides the driver's motion at the steering wheel, turning the front wheels up to 2.5 degrees in the opposite direction. Mr. McCosh tests the system in emergency-esque situations on a test track and comes away humbled by the ability of the system to take extremely difficult maneuvers (with a great risk of losing control of... posted by Friedrich at October 6, 2003 | perma-link | (10) comments





Friday, October 3, 2003


Elsewhere
Friedrich -- * My favorite new blog-discovery is George Hunka's Superfluities, here. George manages the too-rare trick of bringing together a lot of in-the-midst-of-it art-and-media sophistication with a free-ranging and personal point of view. Superfluities is already high up on my blog-reading list, even if my eyes do ache from the tiny typeface. Nancy Lebovitz wrote in to point out a couple of very interesting pieces. * Here's software-usability guru Joel Spolsky on what it was like to move his business into a new office. People intrigued by the interactions of software, architecture, art, usability, beauty and business will probably find the piece fascinating. BTW, one of Spolsky's products -- a roll-your-own website application -- looks very alluring (here). Although, dangnabit, it isn't available for the Mac. And, hey, am I the only person who hates the word "application"? What's wrong with "program"? * Heres an engrossing interview with the painter Michael Newberry. Objectivist art -- who knew? Certainly not me. Newberry's paintings look like a cross between New Classicism and sci-fi book-jacket art. Which about sums up Objectivism, at least so far as my understanding of it goes. * Nancy's own site, here, is something Ive wanted to link to for a while. Have you ever helped yourself to a browse? It's a delight. Nancy sells buttons and bumperstickers, and you've never seen such a large collection of good one-liners. Oscar Wilde would admire many of them. * Alan Sullivan makes more sense (IMHO, of course) on the topic of gay marriage than anyone else Ive read, here. * Mike Snider makes the case for using rather than defying form and tradition here. Be sure to follow the links in his posting too. * Lordy, identity politics, huh? Yucko: encouraging people to identify as this or that, to make a big deal out of it, and to join clubs and dorms based on it ... I'm probably not the only person who's wondered how long it would be before someone straight and white would say, "Well, since the game seems to be identity politics, why shouldn't I have a little identity-politics fun too? I mean, fair's fair, right?" Dennis Prager says its happening now, here. * Thomas Sowell responds to some dumb if all-too-typical remarks about civil rights here. * Kevin Michael Grace wonders whether classical music is alive or dead, here and here. * Does intelligence have survival-and-success value? OK, sure, but always? Ive certainly seen a fair number of brilliant people make hashes of their lives. Hey, The New Scientist reports that experiments with fruit flies suggest that cleverness does indeed come with costs as well as benefits, here. * Alice Bachini makes an eloquent defence of sleeping late in the morning here. * A terrific blogging innovation from Yahmdallah, here, who MP3s and links to some of his favorite rock-guitar solos. Seems well within the bounds of fair use, as well as a first-class way to compare musical tastes. Yahmdallah likes the really far-out rock-guitar stuff,... posted by Michael at October 3, 2003 | perma-link | (15) comments





Wednesday, October 1, 2003


Guest Posting -- Nate Davis
Friedrich -- A few postings ago I mentioned that Id once met the Japanese novelist Haruki Murakami. That prompted Nate Davis, a Murakami fan and an occasional 2Blowhards visitor from Cape Cod, to send me an enthusiastic email. I thought what he wrote about Murakami (as well as about our "sexy words" poll) was terrific. Here it is: You got to speak with Haruki Murakami? I am jealous. I discovered his work a couple of weeks ago while reading a review of the video game, "Metal Gear Solid 2." The game gets quite surreal towards the end and that put off many of its players and reviewers, but the review I read defended its merits as a thought-provoking work of art and put it into context as a product of postmodern Japanese culture, comparing it with Murakami's work (specifically "Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World"). As the game had given me toe-curling paroxysms of delight, I rushed out to scoop up "Wonderland." What an unexpected pleasure! High-concept surreal sci-fi elements, neuroscience, mystery and eroticism all told with the clear voice of an accomplished storyteller. I kept thinking, "This is what all these new lit'rary snobs could do, if they could just get their own egos out of the way and tell the damn story!" Not that the language is plain, it's just clear, I guess. It does what it needs to perfectly, without unnecessary embellishment His descriptions of natural phenomena give me the same serene feeling that Japanese landscape prints do. That "Wonderland" came through so well in translation is remarkable. I just finished his "Wind Up Bird Chronicle" and enjoyed that every bit as much, but was dismayed to find that much of the story was cut in the English translation at the request of the publisher. This left the novel with several untied ends, and I don't think that was Murakami's intent. You wrote, "His English was terrible?" Better than our Japanese, I bet! I've been considering the challenge of learning another language well enough to appreciate literature from another point of view, and now I have Japanese to consider. I've thought of approaching Russian to read Dostoyevski or German for Rilke. Not much interest in French, although my wife is pushing for that as she'd like to get a villa in the South of France someday ... On a related note, your search for sexy words reminded me of a conversation a friend and I had about what language sounded sexiest. We both agreed on Russian. It's got a world-weary, earthy yearning to it that has some kind of allure, and a bit of German S&M hierarchical, martial sound withoug going over the top. French, the accepted "Language of Love," has too much sugar and snot. Japanese is pretty sexy too, but in a cloying creampuff sort of way. Any opinions on this pressing matter? My wife thought it was perhaps the stupidest discussion we'd ever had. Nate and I swapped a few more... posted by Michael at October 1, 2003 | perma-link | (2) comments




Elsewhere
Friedrich -- * Hate to admit it, but the NYTimes has run some good pieces recently. David Brooks asks conservative professors here whether theyd advise promising conservative students to pursue academic careers. Answer: probably not -- theres just too much leftie crapola to face. A good Brooks line about the consequences of leftie thought control on campus: "Students often have no contact with adult conservatives, and many develop cartoonish impressions of how 40 percent of the country thinks." * Corey Kilgannon writes about the sad old age of Mike Quashie, here. Celebrated in the 60s and 70s as the Limbo King, Quashie was a Village celebrity. He may well have invented much of the elaborate stage iconography of glam rock, and he was even buddies with Jimi. Now Quashie is poor, alone, and suffering from bad knees and a bad spine -- doing the limbo is hard on a body. A terrific slice-of-showbiz-life story. * Ah, those golden years 'way back when, when Islam was a tolerant, civilized thing ... Weve all been told this, right? But how true is it? Edward Rothsteins verdict (here): not very. The golden years featured mass executions, plunder, murder, religious tribalism, special taxes on non-Muslims, massacres, and forced exiles. The piece is well worth reading all the way through. Rothstein gets off a couple of terrific paragraphs near the end on the charm and power of Islamic art: "The viewer is absorbed in a formal world that overwhelms, inspiring awe with intricacies that seem beyond comprehension" -- thats darned good. * According to John Tierney (here) as many as half of all Iraqi marriages are between first or second cousins -- a fact that has important (and discouraging) implications for attempts to do a little nation-building. Good to see Tierney acknowledging Steve Sailer, especially given that his piece is essentially a colorful re-write of one of Sailer's own American Conservative pieces (here). * Dept. of Get Over Your Fear of Conservatism: Steve Sailer has posted an interesting John OSullivan National Review piece here thats a taxonomy of conservatives -- learn how to distinguish among 'em. Roger Scruton writes movingly about the nature of conservatism here. Someone has typed Michael Oakeshott's great esssay "On Being Conservative" into the web here. And Hernando de Soto explains the importance -- for the poor -- of property rights, here. * In The Oldie (here), Stanley Price remembers visiting the set of "The Quiet American" and meeting Graham Greene. * The brainy, arty and articulate Kelly Jane Torrance is a blogger once again (here). This time she's threatening to keep at the blogging for more than a week. * Pleased to learn that Colby Cosh (whose blog is here) will be writing a regular column for Canadas National Post on Mondays and Fridays -- congrats to him. Here's a recent Colby column. * This Calvin Trillin profile (here) of the crime reporter/novelist Edna Buchanan is a classic New Yorker profile: droll, insightful, beautifully turned. * Catherine Blackledge's new "The... posted by Michael at October 1, 2003 | perma-link | (7) comments





Friday, September 26, 2003


Morning Musings
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Friedrich -- My head this morning is a-swim with half-formed ideas and observations, none of which seem to want to cohere into self-standing blog postings. So why fight the muddleheadedness, eh? * My audiobook-listening life for the last few months has been devoted to making my way through three long lecture series about science from The Teaching Company: a general survey of science (buyable here), a look at quantum mechanics and relativity (here), and a survey of prehistory and the first civilizations (here). I'm learning (if not retaining) a lot, and the profs have all done heroic jobs of organizing their knowledge and information. But ...first-class and admirable though all three of these series are, the profs giving the lectures aren't great presenters. They're OK, but they're a little dull. And -- superficial, arty soul that I am -- my mind wanders. A lot. I'm reminded that one of the reasons I didn't go into science, despite a slight Sputnik-era-kid bent that direction, was that I simply had a hard time staying awake during science classes. I got the subjects, I did well enough in them -- but, lordy, my kingdom for some personality! The lecturers on these tape series try hard to bring the material alive, but not one of them has a knack for metaphor, or for any kind of verbal or performance eloquence. And not one has a sparkling or infectious personality. Ahem: to say the least. They're brilliant guys, no doubt, but they're geeks. One's the curt geek, one's the enthusiastic geek, and one's the eccentric-prof geek. So each series is a little like having a geek read a well-organized series of encyclopedia entries to you. All hail brilliant geeks, of course * Did I ever lay on you my theory of why people wind up in the fields they do? Here it is: the field you wind up in is determined most of the time not by drive or desire, but by which high school and college classes you managed to stay awake during. But maybe I'm over-generalizing here from personal experience. * Speaking of audiobooks, I find audiobooks on cassette a near-perfect medium. They're easy and convenient; no matter where you last left off, all you have to do is press "Play." Alas, cassettes are being phased out -- someday soon, all new audiobooks will be on CD, or perhaps even distributed as digital downloads. This is progress in the wrong direction; I find listening to books on CD to be a pain. The CDs are bigger and more fragile than cassettes, and it's harder to find where you left off on a CD than it is on a cassette. So I was pleased to see (looking through an issue of a magazine devoted to audiobooks) that I'm not alone. There's a lot of buzz in the audiobook-listening community about the topic -- people are really pissed off. They like cassette-based audiobooks, and see no reason why the technology should... posted by Michael at September 26, 2003 | perma-link | (56) comments





Wednesday, September 17, 2003


Life's Cruel Ironies
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Friedrich -- Given the we-always-smarten-up-about-it-too-late nature of life, as well as the way the cruelties and ironies keep on accumulating with the passing years, it seems to me that "Life's Cruel Ironies" could become a regular feature here at 2Blowhards. On the other hand, I often find that there's no better way to ensure that something won't happen than to resolve that it will. Hey, wait: that's another one of Life's Cruel Ironies. So who knows, eh? * Swimming. There's no physical-exercise/sports activity that leaves me feeling as loose and happy. But: I've got no feel for the water, and so will never be a better-than-OK swimmer. Is it really too much to ask that desire, pleasure, opportunity, luck and talent work in coordination? OK, I guess it is. * History. Hey, I've finally gotten interested in the subject. But: pushin' 50, I've pretty much lost the ability to retain new facts. * Computers. Great tools that allow me to do creative things more easily than ever before. But: by enabling bosses to streamline procedures and thus get more control over their projects, computers have played a big role in reducing my creative input (such as it ever was) at work. Further irony: I've discovered that, on the job at least, I prefer being a drone. * Blogging 1. Easy, convenient publishing that's tons more fun (as well as much more intellectually, personally and emotionally rewarding) than any professional writing I ever did. But: no way to get paid for it. Further irony: I suspect that my, ahem, creativity may actually be stimulated by the hopelessly-impractical, hobby-esque quality of blogging. * Blogging 2. The "postings" convention makes writing projects seem finite and manageable; it's ideally suited to the kind of grab-a-moment-here-and-a-moment-there life I lead. But: I'm an associative writer who's more drawn to the leisurely weaving-together of ideas and observations than to the making of short and punchy statements. Result: the creation of 'way too many long (and no doubt unread) postings. Notes to self: renew determination to keep postings shorter. And remember that spacey associations can build up between and over postings as well as within them. Interested to learn which of Life's Cruel Ironies have been rattling around the FvB noggin recently. Visitors are encouraged to join in too, of course -- if we can't compare rueful notes about Life's Cruel Ironies, what the heck are we doing hanging out together? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 17, 2003 | perma-link | (12) comments





Tuesday, September 16, 2003


Sharp as a Tack
Michael: Is there some requirement that success in the fashion industry requires a certain, er, morally flexible attitude and, um, not being the sharpest tool in the shed? The Wall Street Journal of September 15 offers some insights into the attitudes of this industry in a story headlined: Smokes Return to Runway. It tells how the hip but undercapitalized design team As Four decided to take $20,000 to mount a runway show from an upstart cigarette company, Freedom Tobacco Inc. Freedom Tobacco is also providing financing for the fledgling designers, whose clothes are sold though Barneys New York. In return, the designers will be co-branding a match dispenser promoting Freedoms Legal--pronounced "luh-GAL"--brand of Columbian cigarettes and creating a reward program (Legal Loot) inviting consumers to trade in empty cigarette packs for As Four merchandise. This arrangement does not exactly seem to be a well-thought out political statement on the part of As Four. I mean, theres no suggestion in the story that Team As Four thinks smoking cigarettes is a good thing that everyone should do, or even a bad thing that people should have the right to do to themselves. No, this looks more like strict opportunism. Team leader Angela Asfour explains: We are financially unable to do it all by ourselves. We need money. Mercenary motives dont seem to register as an embarrassment with the members of Team As Four; Kai Kuehner offers the world this stunning piece of philosophical reasoning: You have to be pretty open-minded and free with yourself to get into this business in the first place. Open-minded and freeIll have to remember that line the next time someone accuses me of being piggish when I scarf the last bagel. Regrettably, Team As Four doesnt appear to be an isolated instance among fashion designers in their somewhat un-cerebral approach to ethical questions: Australia-based designer Wayne Cooper, who got almost $40,000 for fashion shows from British American Tobacco PLC over the years, dropped the sponsor 18 months ago. This got too hot for us, Mr. Cooper says. We looked like we were promoting smoking to young girls. Thank goodness Mr. Cooper wasnt actually promoting smoking to young girls, and could clarify his real role for us in this brilliantly insightful way. But this tale of avarice, irresponsibility and low-wattage brainpower hasnt touched bottom yet. No, thats left for Isaac Mizrahi, who feels it necessary to drag art into the muck with him: If a designer or any artist takes funding from tobacco companies, I admire them. Shouldnt art be more important than policy? Gee, I dont know, Isaac. Im still trying to figure out what you think qualifies you to discuss art in the first place. Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at September 16, 2003 | perma-link | (10) comments





Monday, September 15, 2003


More Adventures in Vedanta-land
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Friedrich -- A busy day on the M.-Blowhard-goes-Indian front, what with a morning spent at a Bikram yoga class (here's a posting where I rave about Bikram yoga), followed by a visit to New York's very own Vedanta temple for a Sunday service (and here's a posting where I rave about Vedanta -- be sure to read the comments). My yoga skills, you won't be surprised to learn, are still beyond rudimentary. Well, why not be frank: I must be one of the most inflexible healthy people who has ever lived. Bending over and touching the floor? Not likely: how about bending over and touching my knees? I haven't been able to sit on the floor cross-legged since I was ten, at least not comfortably. I clutch my ankles like a drunk holding onto a bottle; the tensions in my knees, hips and lower back are so powerful that I consider it a triumph when I manage to prevent myself from snapping over backwards like the spring on a mousetrap. Now that I attend Bikram classes once or twice a week, I've grown perhaps an eensie bit more flexible, as well as more tolerant of the sauna-like heat. What I find strangest about spending an hour and a half exercising in a room whose thermostat is set to 100-105 degrees isn't the sweat or exhaustion, or the way even my muscles and tendons become semi-pliable. It's the way emotions run riot. You know the feelings you have while exercising? Ones you usually barely notice: discouragement, aversion, a brief high, distractedness, boredom, weariness, thoughts about mortality, etc. The Bikram heat amplifies them enormously. And what with yoga postures themselves being designed to cleanse your emotional as well as your physical being, the combo of the heat and the postures often leaves me feeling distraught and exhausted, the way I do after I've had a strong emotion. (My theory is that men -- at least men of my ilk -- are built to be able to withstand no more than one major emotion per week.) I feel absolutely wasted for an hour or two after class, like I'm coming down from an intense hallucination. Then the despair passes, and I feel great -- as well as creak- and ache-free -- for about 48 hours. Maybe this means that yoga really is cleansing me of negativity; or maybe it's all made-up, and simply a function of the heat and the effort. No matter which, I'm finding attending Bikram yoga classes more helpful psychically than the many years I invested in NYC-style psychotherapy. I also notice that I'm beginning to find what yoga people call "a little space" in the postures. Did you know, by the way, that "yoga" doesn't refer only to physical postures? Most Americans don't realize that yoga is a whole approach to life -- breathing, philosophy, meditation, eating, and conduct, as well as stretching and postures. (Each one is considered to be "a yoga"; the postures... posted by Michael at September 15, 2003 | perma-link | (14) comments




Slang Watch
Michael Blowhard writes: Dear Friedrich -- "Comparing dick sizes." "Pissing contests." A new term for the ego wars so many men seem drawn to: "Antler-clacking." As in, "Oh, yeah, those two guys. They're in the conference room doing some antler-clacking." Followed by a weary roll of the eyeballs, of course. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 15, 2003 | perma-link | (3) comments





Friday, September 5, 2003


Tacit Knowledge -- Thugs
Friedrich -- I was talking with a friend about gangsters and movies, and I was no doubt unwittingly putting on display what a smalltown rube I remain. My friend, who grew up in a genuinely Scorsese-esque world -- he still refers to it as "the Neighborhood" -- interrupted me. "You don't get these guys," he said. "And neither do most of the movies and shows about them." "I don't? What's missing?" "What you don't understand about these guys is why they do it," he said. "OK," I said. "Which is why?" I was eager for his explanation, expecting observations and insights steeped in sin and lust, at the very least. "These guys," my friend said, leaning closer and looking around us to make sure no one was looking, "they take up the life because they're lazy, that's why. What people don't realize is that what motivates most thugs is that they don't want to have to do any real work in order to make a living. They're lazy, that's what." Wisdom from the Neighborhood. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 5, 2003 | perma-link | (9) comments




10 Things I Like About Being a Parent #3--Tools
Michael: One of the things I like about being a parent has been the chance to rediscover the magic of hand tools. My 2-year-old son is fascinated with them; he prefers going to the hardware store to the toy store. Getting a new tool as a present is a major event; hell carry it with him for days, putting it in his toolbox or tucking it in his belt as he goes around the house busily fixing things. (I was flabbergasted when he didn't want to go outside and play one day; he explained, perfectly seriously: "I'm too busy fixing things.") Big Enough For You? Anyway, I know where hes coming from; I used to covet hand tools from my fathers workbench in the basement. (I grew up in the Midwest; everybody had a basement.) Some of them were beautiful, some of them were fascinatingly antiquelike the ancient hand-drill my father inherited from his uncle, a tool-and-die maker. They all had an incredible vibes. They spoke of power, of competency, of craft, of design and of skill. They were also sometimes miracles of design in themselves: big drill bits have always struck me as a form of highly intellectual thought cast in hardened steel. The fact that they were driven by muscle-power made them extensions of your body, just as the care and forethought you had to use in exercising them made them extensions of your brain. (Although I dimly recall that my father owned power tools, I have virtually no memory of themthey were merely practical, while the magic was all in the hand-tools.) When I was in art school, I noticed that in making my sculptures and installations I spent far more time in the hardware store than in the art supply store. I needed wood, stains, rubber mats, powerful glues, astro-turf, angle irons, carriage boltsand they were all there on the shelves. I remember looking at big crow bars and steel rods that were six feet long, octagonal in cross-section with sharpened points (some kind of a gardening tool?) and thinking, Ill get around to you one day, buster. Art Supplies? I know Im not the only person who is immediately sent into daydreams by hand tools. I remember seeing some lovely rich charcoal drawings of tools by Jim Dine, who was raised by some relative (a grandfather, I think) who owned a hardware store. J. Dine, Lithograph from "Pictures" Book Project And Mr. Dine and I arent alone in appreciating the aesthetics of tools. You can tell, looking at a lot of snazzily designed tools on display, that how they look is a not-inconsiderable part of what sells a lot of tools. I mean, have you seen the more advanced hammers and hammer-like tools for sale today? These things are little sculptural miracles gleaming on the racks of your local hardware store. Little Sculptural Miracles So when my son says, Daddy, I want to see your tools, Im pretty much always ready to take them down... posted by Friedrich at September 5, 2003 | perma-link | (7) comments





Thursday, August 28, 2003


More on These Kids These Days Redux
Michael: Your posting, More on These Kids These Days, got me to thinking about the whole notion of generational perspectivesand, of course, the really important perspective: mine. It strikes me that as a 'baby boomer,' despite the constant propaganda I heard in my youth, I haven't spent much time at the cutting edge of history. In fact, I would say that Ive actually lived in a rather more stable world than either my immediate ancestors did or my children are likely to live in. This is of course a highly subjective notion, but I offer the example of my grandfather. He was born in 1890 and lived into the 1970s. Technologically he saw the introduction of flight, automobiles, movies, television, recorded music, atomic energy, spaceflight, ICBMs, antibiotics, etc. Militarily he fought in WWI, sent his son and son-in-law off to WWII and advised his grandchildren to avoid Vietnam. Economically he witnessed the Roaring Twenties, the Great Depression, and the postwar affluence. In comparison, I have to admit Ive lived in a pretty stable universe. My feeling is that the after a sort of 30-year-lull (during which advances in information technology and telecommunications had the biggest impact on my everyday life), the pace of change seems to be picking up again. With advances in biotechnology, nanotechnology and neuroscience, Im thinking things are going to start getting weird againpossibly as weird as seeing airplanes flying must have been to someone born around the Civil War. Now maybe society has internalized the ability to absorb technological change easier than in previous eras. (I think the huge social upheavals from the relatively modest technological changes of the early industrial revolution were, in part, a consequence of living in societies that simply had no experience with that sort of change at all. Which is not to criticize those first few generations. Heck, at least they didnt react by dreaming up things like Fascism, Communism and concentration camps.) I certainly hope this is true, but as a congenitally hopeful pessimist, I have my moments of doubt. As Saul Bellow once remarked, the predominant modern emotion is suspensehow will it all turn out? I certainly find this suspense to be heightened by the act of parenthood. At some times I find my thoughts on my childrens future to be summarized in some lines of dialogue from a 1940s era "love on the run" movie. A young woman on the lam from the law asks her husband if their baby will ever know any peace or security. The man turns toward her and says, unsentimentally: "He'll have to take his chances, the same as the rest of us." At other times Im more hopeful, and, my feelings can be summarized by a quote taken from Nietzsche: Man is an animal that can find its way in any maze. Where do you, as more of a congenital (if cranky) optimist come out on all of this? Cheers, Friedrich P.S. I haven't checked those quotes, so they should be presented... posted by Friedrich at August 28, 2003 | perma-link | (4) comments




More on These Kids These Days
Friedrich -- Do you hang out much with Gen-Yers? By which I suppose I mean kids younger than 35 but older than your daughters. The Wife and I do. We like 'em: youth, energy, new styles, hopefulness, delusions -- they're fun to be around. Our own flagging batteries get a bit of a recharging. What a relief the Yers are from our own messianic, let's-politicize everything Boomer cohort, now well into their self-dramatizing decline. (The Xers? With a few exceptions, best ignored and forgotten, at least as far as I'm concerned.) The Yers may have none of the inwardness, mystery and charm of tradition-based generations, but they're often sweet, bright, quick, funny and super-energized. And, god bless 'em, I've met very few who feel a compulsive need to politicize much of anything. They're uninhibited, to say the least. They pull faces. They run around clicking on buttons, their own and other people's. If they seem to have no idea what an internal life is, well, the way they externalize everything instantly is often sparkly and inventive. They're all about being children acting out, which is normally something that annoys me. But many of them do it cheerfully, as well as with a sense of their own absurdity. To my surprise, I'm amused. They, they ... Well, what the Wife and I have decided they really are is animated characters. They bear the same relationship to that historical artifact known as "people" that cartoons do to a live action movie. Everything is potentially changeable, all the time. Everything's a little brighter than normal, and the energy level's 'way higher. When they dash off, they leave behind a cloud of pixel-smoke. Boing! Zip! Twang! They often remind us of characters in Japanese anime, or of computer animation. "Or of the Muppets," says The Wife, who claims that the facial expressions the Gen-Yers like putting on come straight from the Muppets' TV show. When I'm in one of my gloomily-worrying-about-where-the-world's-going moods, I think of these young people as holograms. They're nothing but see-through creatures, wire-frame models -- creations of mood drugs, pop culture, academic feminism and electronics, mere phantoms for whom nothing exists until it's gotten a good electronic making-over and pumping-up. Where's the reality? Is anyone at home? And what's to become of traditional culture and traditional values? I'm a little anxious about how these no-depth beasties are going to react when they encounter such non-digital inevitabilities as illness, betrayal, and disappointment, let alone the shutting-down of possibilities. They'll manage, of course. But what will they have to draw on once the energy goes? They can vent all they want, but life's frustrations aren't going to go away. Thinking like this gets me reflecting that part of what traditional culture's about is creating, nourishing and exercising what used to be thought of as "depth," or maybe even "your soul." (Hey, here's a Suzanne Fields column that argues more or less the same thing.) One of the things traditional culture is good for... posted by Michael at August 28, 2003 | perma-link | (31) comments





Friday, August 22, 2003


Postcards from L.A.: Clouds
Dear Michael: Do you like clouds? I hardly remember noticing them as a separate aesthetic phenomenon until I moved back to L.A. in my early 30s. I had just spent three years under far cloudier skies in Europe and on the East Coast, so its possible that in Southern California they became conspicuous by their absence. After all, unlike the perpetually overcast skies of my youth in the Midwest, in Los Angeles the skys default option looks like pretty much like this (with or without a helping of smog): F. Von Blowhard, Default Option L.A. Sky, 2003 Anyway, I started to notice clouds when the local weather pattern would dish them up. I know my children have long thought dads gone round the bend when I gesture out the window of the car and say, Hey, will you look at that sky! Isnt that amazing? But the fear of being found eccentric seems to have gradually worn off over the years, and I drive around happily gazing at views like these: F. Von Blowhard, L.A. Cloudscape, 2003 Part of my fascination with clouds lies in the fact that theres always a visual logic at work in a cloudscape, but in a good one its also too complex to be grasped consciously. I also love the way that cloudscapes seem to make sense at any scale. Theyre infinitely detailed, with one dramatic piece of cloud-terrain emptying onto to another and yet another back into the fuzzy distance. They make the concept of infinity visible. I also get an amazing visual rush from the way figure-ground relationships continuously flip back and forth in clouds, dark against light, light against dark in a game of unmatchable subtlety. F. Von Blowhard, Enlarged Detail from L.A. Cloudscape, 2003 Finally, I think I love clouds because they seem to symbolize the translation of our human passions into a more rarified, empyrean realm. I sometimes think that after we pass on, the little vortexes well leave behind us in the world will mount up to the heavens and be visible for a while as noble clouds glimpsed at sunset. Okay, okay, so its a goofy little idea; but I find it satisfying. Do you feel any personal connection to some particular part of the natural world? Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at August 22, 2003 | perma-link | (16) comments





Friday, August 8, 2003


Granularity
Friedrich -- Have lots of people recently taken to overusing the word "granularity"? I don't know why, but I seem to be hearing the word almost every day. Another example of my fine radar at work. Of course, I could also be way behind in noticing this... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 8, 2003 | perma-link | (7) comments





Monday, August 4, 2003


Ten Things I Like About Being a Parent, II
Michael: Another good thing about being a parent is getting to re-experience words in their primordial state. Tonight I was in the bath with my son, who recently turned two. He was playing with a supply of plastic kitchen implements, a gift from my lovely wife. (My son is obsessed with tools of any stripedrills, screwdrivers, onion presses, vacuum cleaners, you name it. I don't remember my girls being like this. I guess it's a sex difference. It's certainly innate.) He held out one with a long handle and a flat blade set at a slight angle and asked what it was. Apparently one of my brain switches was stuck in the wrong position tonight. I looked at the darn thing and thought: skillet. I knew that wasnt right, but I could not think of the correct term to save my life. Scraper? Slider? I put him off for a moment, hoping my brain malfunction was temporary and they wouldnt be sending me off to the glue factory tomorrow. A few minutes later, it burst on my consciousness. Spatula, I shouted. Its a spatula! My son had moved on, by then, and didnt really care, but I insisted that he pronounce the word. "SPA-chu-la. It's at the tip of my tongue...or... somewhere around there. As I said it, I suddenly had some aesthetic distance on the word. Spatula?! What kind of a stupid word is that? Three syllables and an overall Latinate sound for a simple kitchen tool? Is it too late to vote for scraper? It seems far more appropriate, somehowAnglo-Saxon and earthy. We can keep spatula for the biological name: this tool is a member of the species Spatula Grotesquius. I can dimly remember when I was my son's age having this kind of reaction to the sound of all the new words I learned. So, oddly, my memory lapse rewarded me with another, far more rare, memory in the end. Anyway, if youre going to get any kind of benefit at all out of a failing memory, its really helpful to have these lapses in the presence of someone young enough not to treat you like the pathetic fossil you are. Preferably someone still learning to talk, who still thinks youre the one who's got the whole language thing sussed. I figure that gets me about another six months with my son. What happens after that, I have no idea. Maybe I can talk my wife into another kid? Cheers, Friedrich P.S. The illustration above is from the website of a guy called Spoonman who will be glad to sell you your very own lovingly crafted spatula headware here.... posted by Friedrich at August 4, 2003 | perma-link | (8) comments





Saturday, August 2, 2003


Oakeshott on Conversation
Friedrich -- After much too long an interval, it's time for another passage from my favorite philosopher, Michael Oakeshott. (His great book Rationalism in Politics can be bought here.) This is from an essay entitled "The Voice of Poetry in the Conversation of Mankind." In a conversation the participants are not engaged in an inquiry or a debate; there is no 'truth' to be discovered, no proposition to be proved, no conclusion sought. They are not concerned to inform, to persuade, or to refute one another, and therefore the cogency of their utterances does not depend upon their all speaking in the same idiom; they may differ without disagreeing. In conversation ... thoughts of different species take wing and play round one another, responding to each other's movements and provoking one another to fresh exertions. Nobody asks where they have come from or on what authority they are present; nobody cares what will become of them when they have played their part. There is no symposiarch or arbiter, not even a doorkeeper to examine credentials. Every entrant is taken at its face-value and everything is permitted which can get itself accepted into the flow of speculation... This, I believe, is the appropriate image of human intercourse, appropriate because it recognizes the qualities, the diversities, and the proper relationships of human utterances. As civilized human beings, we are the inheritors, neither of an inquiry about ourselves and the world, nor of an accumulating body of information, but of a conversation, begun in the primeval forests and extended and made more articulate in the course of centuries. It is a conversation which goes on both in public and within each of ourselves. Of course there is argument and inquiry and information, but wherever these are profitable they are to be recognized as passages in this conversation, and perhaps they are not the most captivating of the passages. It is the ability to participate in this conversation, and not the ability to reason cogently, to make discoveries about the world, or to contrive a better world, which distinguishes the human being from the animal and the civilized man from the barbarian. Gad: makes my heart flutter and my eyes water with gratitude, pleasure, and delight. (Between you and me, 2Blowhards seems to me to be one the places where just this kind of conversation takes place. All credit and thanks for that goes to the many people who stop by, and especially to the handful who pause to comment.) Best, Michael... posted by Michael at August 2, 2003 | perma-link | (5) comments





Tuesday, July 29, 2003


The Upside of the Downturn
Friedrich -- Assuming that we're still living in the wake of the dot-com crash, and making all necessary noises about how much I'm on the side of economic growth, etc. Still, in some ways, life is more agreeable than it was when money seemed more abundant, isn't it? 1) Geeks. Five years ago, they were in a bullying, The-Rule-of-Geeks-Is-An-Inevitability mood, and it felt like the rest of us were doomed to live in a universe designed by and for weirdos. Do all geeks harbor superman fantasies, by the way? Does that help explain their love of sci-fi? Anyway, these days they're no longer so puffed-up, and it no longer seems likely that geeks are, any day now, going to assume their rightful position as Lords of the Known Universe. Thank god for that. These days, their fantasy lives seem under better control, and your typical geek is, once again, just an overweight guy with a bad haircut whose idea of style is a Ralph Lauren shirt. Hey, what is it about geeks and Ralph Lauren? Do they like horse logos? 2) The young people arriving in the NYC arts and media worlds. Five years ago, the newbie contingent was the worst I've ever seen: arrogant, primed for some serious throat-slitting, enraged at the slightest hint that you might not be eager to play along and be submissive. These days, young people seem more modest and agreeable -- even willing to entertain the possibility that it might take them, oh, as long as a year or two before they become billionaires. 3) Restaurant and retail-store employees. Five years ago? They almost defied you to place an order: get in line, buddy. These days, they're out on the sidewalk, wearing big smiles, urging you to come inside and examine their wares, offering deals. You might almost think they want to attract some business. Conclusion: Maybe the occasional chastening episode isn't such a bad thing. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 29, 2003 | perma-link | (18) comments




Ten Things I Like About Being A Parent
Michael: Ive decided to (in my own small way) to imitate Charley B and do ten posts about things I enjoy as a parent. One of them is spending time with childrens books that I liked as a kid. No doubt as a tribute to the purchasing power of the boomer generation, it turns out that many of the childrens books that I read (or were read to me or to my little sister) are still available for purchase at your local ToysRUs or Barnes and Noble. So Ive had a chance to shamelessly indulge in nostalgia for the world of my pre-school days as I read to my son each night. Once I find a route back into these long lost days, I am always shocked to discover how large a portion of my inner life they take up. A friend of mine once remarked that there are only three real intervals in our lives: the time before we went to school, the time while we were in school, and the rest of our liveseach of which is, subjectively, exactly the same length of time. I find it quite remarkable how reading these books can bring home the feeling of a whole era (in my case, the latter Fifties and very early Sixties.) Its as though these books contain the DNA of a whole culture, which they distill down towhat? An attitude? A stance? A gesture? (Doesnt the Cat in the Hat, balancing tens of items while balancing on a ball, summon up something terribly characteristic of America in the time of the Kennedy Administration? To say nothing of the Cats multi-armed tidying up machine that puts everything perfectly in its place seconds before the arrival of Mother? Its as if the whole zeitgeist of the very early Sixties is being accurately yet gently parodied.) Anyway, Ive also noticed that my interest in these books tends to be more in the illustrations rather than in the text. For example, in the 1958 classic, A Fly Went By, Im only slightly amused by the clever but rather mechanical poetry of Mike McClintock; but Im very intrigued by the illustrations, which are vigorously rendered by the illustrator, Fritz Siebel. The swing and gestural energy of his figures is rendered with a muscular rhythm thats quite satisfying, and many of his compositions are remarkably gratifying. Every time I look at them my fingers start itching to grab a pencil and start doodling animation-style figures, a genre which hits one of the fundamental sweet spots of the graphic imagination. And I realize that my response is identical to the one I had when I read this book (was read this book?) over forty years ago. Now These Are Compositions! Of course, for me, this particular book is doubly rewarding because the main character could be a sort of cartoon portrait of my red-haired two-year-old son. Spiritual Portraits of Friedrich the Younger Ive sworn to respect my son's privacy to the extent of not... posted by Friedrich at July 29, 2003 | perma-link | (4) comments





Thursday, July 24, 2003


Always Drive the Speed Limit
Michael: There is something you should know before you get in a car with me. I have been officially designated as a bad driver by the State of California. I got a letter a few weeks ago from our friendly Department of Motor Vehicles pointing out that I had received four speeding tickets in the past year. They are keeping an eye on me. Now, Ill grant you that Ive been driving and speeding for 31 years. What I havent done over those years is harm anyone. (Okay, in three decades I had one accident that was my faultI was following a 16-year-old driver through a yellow light when she was suddenly gripped with a bad conscience and jammed on the brakes; I ended up tapping her rear bumper. Minimal damage and no injuries.) But as the recipient of many, many speeding tickets I have made a handsome contribution to the financial well being of countless auto insurance companies. They smile toothily as they see me coming, knowing that they will be able to charge me premium rates without having to pay out for damages. In California they have an institution known as drivers school, which allows you to keep one ticket off your record every few years by doing roughly eight hours of penance. Twenty years ago I took advantage of this and attended a course taught by the former head of the L.A.P.D. motorcycle squad, the main arm of traffic enforcement. This guy looked and sounded like George Kennedy, and he had a very persuasive spiel. To wit, that under his regime, the tickets handed out by his minions had the very specific purpose of negatively reinforcing behavior that was leading to serious accidents. He would look at his police department maps, spot where fatalities were occurring repeatedly, analyze what violation of the law was causing these fatalities, and then consistently ticket that behavior to educate the driving public. It sounded great. The only problem is, over the intervening years, when I have questioned the officers handing me ticketsBeen having a lot of accidents around here, officer? the gendarmes tend to get a sort of glazed look in their eyes. Their answer, of course, when pressed is "no." Most traffic enforcement as it has been practiced on me can only be described as lifestyle enforcement. To wit, the locals have complained about speeding in front of their homes, it lowers their property values. On occasion, I have been the victim of out-and-out speed trapslike the one I blundered into while driving on a rural highway near the California coast. I guess my speeding must have endangered the local grape crop growing on the hillsides, since there was no foot or auto traffic to speak of and the police officer reported no recent rash of accidents as he very politely wrote me up. But Im just a self-justifying loser, right? (I suppose that goes without saying.) Nonetheless, googling for something the other day I came across an interesting column... posted by Friedrich at July 24, 2003 | perma-link | (6) comments





Saturday, July 19, 2003


Guy Who Inspired "Six Degrees" Dies
Friedrich -- Did you ever see John Guare's "Six Degrees of Separation," either as a play or a movie? It was inspired by an actual con artist, a charismatic young gay black guy named David Hampton whose specialty was pretending to be the son of Sidney Poitier. Dan Barry at the NYTimes reports that Hampton has died of AIDS at the age of 39, here. It's a good piece that gives a convincing picture of what a strange guy Hampton must have been. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 19, 2003 | perma-link | (2) comments





Saturday, July 12, 2003


Lecture Series on Sale
Friedrich -- A few of the Teaching Company's best lecture series have just been put on sale. * Two econ series by Timothy Taylor, A History of the U.S. Economy in the 20th Century (here), and Contemporary Economic Issues (here). * And one on contempo neuroscience, Robert Sapolsky's Biology and Human Behavior: Neurological Origins of Individuality (here). Terrific courses at amazing prices -- what's not to like? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 12, 2003 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, July 10, 2003


Self-Deprecation and Ego
Friedrich -- Dropping my usual affable/genial/modest act for a brief posting, I'm here to confess that I have a pretty healthy ego. So why aren't I forever going on about it like the real big-ego people do? Ie., asserting it even when there's no need to, bragging tiresomely, buttonholing the unwilling, doing my obsessive best to impose my will, not stopping until you concede that I'm a really impressive guy, etc? Largely for two reasons. 1) I grew up in a smalltown culture where preening was frowned on and laughed at, and 2) most of the time it looks pretty pathetic to me. I can't help it. I can't help but have a "the more you make a big deal out of how good you are, the less I'm convinced" response. (Although I can be amused by the boastfulness of sports figures. We guys do feel that way sometimes, and it can be funny to see it acted out so cartoonishly.) I'm not saying I'm right, and I'm not advocating my outlook -- I've met some grandstanders and braggarts who were in fact pretty good, darn them. I'm just saying that I seem to be programmed to look skeptically on that kind of display. So much so, in fact, that I'm even suspicious of people who make a point of looking hypersexual in public. I can't help suspecting that they're lousy lays -- that they're burning up everything they have to give in public, and will have nothing left for when it really counts. Self-deprecation suits me far better than boastfulness. Partly because it makes such good sense as a self-defence tactic -- if you take the wind out of your own sails first, you're getting there before anyone else can do it to you. But I also find it a good way to assert things, myself included. Surprise people with a decent joke at your own expense. A few of them will laugh, if only out of politeness; there's also the chance that maybe, just maybe, someone will have the truly-hoped-for response -- "wow, if he can make jokes that easily about himself, and take himself so unseriously, he must really be deeply comfortable with himself." In any case, you'll have the stage to yourself for a moment or two, which is all the likes of me really asks for. It's all about hinting that while I have the same healthy ego so many others seem to, I also have the distance and self-mastery to be rueful and funny about it. Two mints in one, in other words. A reverse kind of showing-off: I'm not just well-endowed, I'm well-endowed with modesty about being well-endowed. People are notoriously bad at knowing how they affect others, so I'm almost certainly kidding myself. Perhaps I'm hopeless, and everyone's just indulging me. But even that's ok -- because I'm still getting the kind of indulgence I'm looking for. I'm admittedly guessing here, but over the years I also seem to have developed an... posted by Michael at July 10, 2003 | perma-link | (21) comments





Sunday, July 6, 2003


Free Reads -- Emily Bearn on Barry White
Friedrich -- The Telegraph's Emily Bearn once visited Barry White at his black-and-gold San Diego mansion. The legend, it's pleasing to learn, knew how to make the lady feel good: He plied me with sweet, Lebanese cakes (brought in on a gold plate by his son, Kevin); he invited me to touch his Steinway piano ("Feel it, sweetheart. It feels good"); and he frequently interrupted me to announce in a deep, syrupy baritone: "I like your questions, baby." Some of us can say, "Feel it, sweetheart. It feels good" persuasively, and some of us, alas, just can't. Bearn recalls the visit here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at July 6, 2003 | perma-link | (4) comments





Friday, June 27, 2003


Yogaguy
Friedrich -- As part of the Hindu phase I'm treating myself to during my California vacation, The Wife and I recently attended two different yoga classes. I'm an ultra-beginner with a come-and-go sense of balance, tendons made of glass and joints of concrete and granite, so picture me in the back row doing my ineffectual best not to tip over. The first class was very pleasant. A winner, really. The teacher, bless her, was kind and patient, and determined above all things that we not hurt ourselves -- very important to us non-stretchy types. The class itself made a nice contrast to NYC yoga classes, which have recently gotten very crowded with students who, in true NYC, gotta-be-the-alpha-person fashion, have become very competitive. (Competitive yoga -- what's the point?) In any case: Terrif, first-rate, glad I did it, I might even do some more back in the big city. The class we took yesterday was something else entirely. Bikram yoga -- have you heard of it? Also known as hot yoga, because you take the class in a room that's been heated to circa 105 degrees. You're there for 90 minutes, being led through a very slow and controlled routine. 105 degrees -- that's almost a sauna. Sweat drips off you copiously within a minute or two of entering the studio. Towel-off and water-guzzling breaks are numerous. And then back once more to the stretches and the postures. What a fab experience. Although there were a few moments when I was almost overwhelmed by dizziness and thought, This can't go on, I walked out of the class (completely soaked, by the way) a convert, and was thrilled when the Wife expressed her enthusiasm too. We clambered wetly into the car, drove to the Pacific and threw ourselves in the cool surf. Whew, and whee -- I don't know when I've felt so physically good. Loose in the joints, elastic everywhere, tingling yet relaxed -- I felt like a hot, wet dishrag that's been thoroughly wrung out, over and over again. And part of what was so great was the mental sensation; the class had a mind-altering-drug quality. I felt like I'd been on an extensive and amazing voyage and had returned from it with a whole different view of things. I was inside my body and hovering above it, but I was also inside-yet-hovering-above life generally too. My mind felt as rendered into taffy as my body did; life itself seemed a much more expansive thing than it usually does. Amazingly, the feeling stayed with me -- with us, really -- for the whole day. Part of the fun of the classes, I confess, is sociological and aesthetic. Yoga styles, yoga personalities, yoga bodies ,,, Yoga men, I've gotta say, I find an embarrassment. The rube in me finds yogaguys as unseemly as male actors. The same handful of types seems to show up no matter where you take a class -- the pothead with dreadlocks; doe-eyed Mr. Sensitive; the... posted by Michael at June 27, 2003 | perma-link | (13) comments





Monday, June 23, 2003


Surfin' Ignominy
Friedrich -- After my four-hour group surfing lesson yesterday, I can guarantee that no Blowhard will ever again be welcome on a surfing beach. I'll pass quickly over my complete lack of talent for the sport and cut directly to the excuses. The main reason I won't be going back again is that there's a lot more physical daredeviltry involved in surfing than I expected. And even though it's a point of pride with me that I'm not the world's least-athletic arts geek, I've got nothing -- zero -- of the physical daredevil in me. Surfing reminded me of rockclimbing, another sport I gave my all to for a total of a couple of hours. "I'm supposed to find being in actual physical danger thrilling? You've got to be kidding" -- such was my overwhelming response to both these sports. There were seven of us tyros (I was, ahem, the oldest), there was an instructor, there were slightly-bigger-than-ideal waves; there was some instruction on the beach and then an enthusiastic plunge into the ocean. You wrestle yourself and your board through the 50-feet-or-so stretch where the waves are actually breaking, then paddle out even farther, sit up on your board, and inspect the horizon for likely wave candidates. So far, so good. Like everyone else, I wound up in the drink a few times when I first tried to pivot the board around so it faced the beach, but I soon mastered the move. The ocean seemed a surging but friendly beast, full of promises for fun. And then ... "In surfing, you just gotta accept that you're going to take your knocks," shouted the instructor, and never were truer words etc. OK! It's a good one coming at us! Now now now now! Paddle paddle paddle paddle! Dig dig dig dig! And ... kaboom! Flipflipflip; tumbletumbletumble; sea water up the nose; sand and pebbles everywhere. Whee! What fun! Let's do it again! Trouble was that three factors immediately started to ruin my fun. One was my meager arm and shoulder resources, which started to run out after 15 minutes. Surfing demands tons of pushup/pullup-style strength, and evidently the 10-pushups-in-the-morning routine I adhere to is far from sufficient preparation. In no time, my arms had become mere jointed weights dangling from shoulder sockets. Without your arms to pull you along, you're completely (as opposed to semi-completely) at the mercy of the ocean. Now and then, little surges of energy did return to my upper body, but only enough to get me back into trouble. Factor #2? A little something to do with my inability to actually see the waves. You're meant to sit out there on your board (hips loose, like you're riding a horse) looking around for something to ride; when you spot a good one, you do your best to take off and surf that baby. Now, crank that ideal sequence back a step or two. I had a hard time with the basic skill of looking over... posted by Michael at June 23, 2003 | perma-link | (10) comments





Friday, June 20, 2003


California, Religion and Art
Friedrich -- Every time I come to California, it happens. A few days pass, and my stern, Northeast mental wranglings start to relent. I give up grim resolutions. Why not sniff the beautiful eucalyptus-and-sea-salt air instead? Why not sip some chilled white wine and watch the waves break? If all else fails, theres always the hot tub. No wonder so many Californians walk around wearing an expression of inane, self-pleased untroubledness. Im wearing it myself, and Ive only been here a week. As my mind gets driftier and more relaxed, it also starts to muse -- or Muse, with a capital M. I start to think what strike me as Big Thoughts. I think about religion. Its not as though I dont think about religion when Im back home, although I do it in a scrappy, off-and-on way. I meditate; I drag my sorry butt to the occasional tai chi class; Ive attended a handful of Zen and Tibetan Buddhist classes and lectures. (A tip to single guys: an amazing number of the women who are attracted to Tibetan Buddhism are really good lookin.) Ive dragged The Wife to services at a couple of the more beautiful NYC churches and cathedrals, although largely in the spirit of an architecture buff and an amateur anthropologist. Do any religions speak to you? I can get fascinated, for a short while anyway, by almost any of them: the various Christiainities and Jewishnesses and paganisms and animisms and Native Americanisms, etc. The mythologies are interesting, its fascinating to watch different cultures wrestle with the Big Questions, etc. But its an intellectual/esthetic fascination for me, because none of them resonate -- certainly not the smalltown Presbyterianism I was raised in. And the idea of buying into their doctrines and creeds? All due respect to peoples religious preferences, but Id as soon choose to believe in a Marvel comic book. Miracles? Virgin births? Coyote spirits? Puh-leeze. Then I visit California, and every time, I get intrigued all over again by the Eastern philosophy/religions: Taoism, Confucianism, Hinduism and Buddhism. They speak to me. When I read about them and explore them, Im not just intellectually fascinated, but moved and hypnotized; I feel like Im in private conversation with someone who knows exactly what concerns me on the deepest levels, and who has sifted and sorted these questions out far better than I ever will. These religion/philosophies seem full of good sense, and also seem based in certain experiences that I recognize as fundamental. I can never find my footing with, say, Christianity or Judaism; what seems to concern them most urgently are questions I respect but have little feeling for. With the Eastern philosophy/religions, I feel right at home. I also find it appealing, or at least convenient, that the gods and mythologies these Eastern approaches peddle seem optional -- I once saw Buddhism described as religion for atheists. Taoism, Buddhism, Hinduism -- Im happy bouncing from one to the other, which is apparently yet another demonstration... posted by Michael at June 20, 2003 | perma-link | (19) comments





Wednesday, June 18, 2003


Aesthetics: Dude, Where's My Flying Car?
Michael: I came across this little gem the other day on, of all places, a NASA website for children: Have you ever watched the cartoon, "The Jetsons"? How do they travel from place to place? They do not get in the family car and drive. They get in the family car and fly. How would you like to have a flying car? Your grandparents thought that by the year 2000, everyone would have a flying car. So, what happened? The flying car has had two problems. One problem is that you have to be a pilot to fly one. The other problem is that you have to have a lot of money to own one. Yeah, yeah, let me down easy, NASA. This just served as one more painful reminder about the realities of having grown up: not only am I stuck with the whole death and taxes thing, and having to do awful stuff like figure out how to pay for my kids college tuitions, but I have to soldier on through this dreary mess without having a flying car. For an old Detroiter (whose father worked in the auto industry) this really sucks. Okay, granted, flying cars were always a trifle, shall we say, fanciful for any society without unlimitedand I do mean unlimitedenergy resources. But at a minimum, I should be able to tool around town in something like these: Ford FX-Atmos, 1954 GM Runabout, 1964 I understand that these were never more than concept cars, but, hey: weve had almost half a century to make these babies a commercial reality. And what do we have now that were several years into a new millenium? A bunch of timidly designed cars that can only serve to lower our already sagging middle-aged expectations to the ground. So I thought Id inaugurate a series of postings to recognize the smallest, most infintesimal efforts of the world auto industry to deliver vehicles that reflect the creative exuberance of the illustrators and designers of my youth. To qualify, a car must be a mass marketed vehicle that might have surprised auto consumers of fifty years ago with its stylingas opposed to merely disappointing them with a sort of lowest-common denominator evolution (devolution?) from cars of that period. Nissan Murano, 2003 Honda Element EX, 2003 Have you got any cars youd like to nominate for future postings? Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at June 18, 2003 | perma-link | (11) comments





Tuesday, May 27, 2003


Teaching Company Alert
Friedrich The Teaching Company, which markets recorded lecture series that you can buy on CD or audiotape, and of which I'm a semi-great fan, puts their courses on sale now and then, at which point they become amazingly good deals. They just announced that two courses I enjoyed a lot and can recommend enthusiastically have gone on sale: Timothy Taylor's Economics and Robert Sapolosky's Biology and Human Behavior: The Neurological Origins of Individuality. Taylor's series is ideal for math dopes like me who nonetheless want to make some sense out of econ -- I can't imagine a better intro for mush-heads. An incredible steal: 35 bucks for 15 hours' worth of couldn't-be-more-clearly-organized-or-enthusiastically-delivered lectures. Sapolsky's course is a quick but brilliant romp through how the physical properties of the nervous system and what we experience as mind might interact -- it's a fab intro to neuroscience for, yes, mush-heads. Plus, hey, it kicked off fresher ideas in my head about the arts than any art criticism has in years. An equally good price: 16 bucks for 6 hours of lectures. The Teaching Company is here. Taylor's course is here. Sapolsky's is here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 27, 2003 | perma-link | (4) comments





Friday, May 23, 2003


Tennis Gals vs. Tennis Guys
Friedrich -- The tennis stars Venus and Serena Williams are fabulous athletes who are on track to go down as two of the greats. I'm a tennis fan who's followed the sport on and off for more than three decades, and who, for the last decade, has largely stopped watching men's tennis -- too bam-bam boring. Ah, women's tennis: drama, personality, strategy, frequent long rallies -- tennis as it once was, not some flash-cutting stunt circus. Its own game, with its own qualities, and not just a pale imitation of the men's game. And closer to what I think of as "tennis." But Venus and Serena have introduced a level of power and athleticism into the women's game that seems to approach what the guys routinely display. And, to be honest, I don't know how I feel about that. I worry as I watch them mow down one opponent after another. On the one hand: gosh and golly, what they do is amazing! On the other: gee, I'd hate to see the women's game go the way of the men's. I like the stuffy old back and forth of traditional tennis. So I've often found myself wondering: how close to the power level of the men are Venus and Serena anyway? I've never known, at least not until this morning, when I found the answer in an article by Allen St. John in the Wall Street Journal (not available online). Here's how it goes. The women pros often train by playing or rallying with guy players. Which guy players? And how well do the women do against them? It turns out that these practice-session guys are usually top-level college players or low-ranking pros. It also turns out that these guys can more than hold their own against the tippy-toppiest women. St. John gives an example: In 1998 Serena jokingly challenged Karsten Braasch of Germany, then-ranked No. 200. Until that time, the pack-a-day smoker was best known as the impetus for the ban on smoking during changeovers. The match, played on a practice court with little fanfare, wasn't close. Mr. Brasch beat Serena 6-1, then turned around and beat Venus 6-2. Apparently the big factors in the diffs between the men and the women are foot speed (the men can run down a lot more shots than the women can), and the amount of topspin that can be generated (the men seem to be able to put as much as 50% more spin on the ball than even the strongest women). I'm breathing more easily thanks to St. John's article. It looks like the women's game won't go the way of the boom-boom men's game for a few years yet. Hey, the French Open -- my favorite of the big tournaments because it's on clay, which slows the game down -- starts in a couple of days. The official website is here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at May 23, 2003 | perma-link | (9) comments





Thursday, April 17, 2003


Comedy for the Ages
Michael: Thanks for the link to Dave Barrys column on taxes (which you can see here.) After reading Mr. Barrys column, which is, as usual, very funny, I was struck by just how long Ive been laughing at his work. And despite having been enjoying Dave Barry for at least a decade, it turns out I was relatively late to the Barry party: hes actually been cranking this stuff out for 20 years. That means hes produced roughly 1000 columns. Yikes! (Along the way hes also tossed off some 24 books.) This got me to thinking about the nature of what might be termed long-haul comedy. What permits someone to keep being funny year after year? (And dont bring up such tired theories as (1) drugs, (2) unhappy childhood, (3) divorce and (4) more drugs. We all know these things are useful inputs for comedy, but they cant account for sustained comedy.) Seeking an explanation, I turnedas I often doto the greatest repository of information on earth: Google. Simply typing in humor longevity (and then, after some hard thought, comedy longevity) I came up with the following explanations offered by various sages of the Internet. 1. The Blackstone AudioBooks Hypothesis: Avoid Shrillness Wodehouses longevity is found, like Keillors News from Lake Wobegon, in his ability to poke without being brackish or brutish. He shuns the shrillness that diminishes comedy and that is found too often in other dens of entertainment-such as American politics. 2. The Larry Wilde Hypothesis: Be Warm and Fuzzy The platform performances of Larry Wilde -- in addition to his books, television, stage and concert appearances -- have kept millions of people laughing for almost four decades. More than the humor, however, it is the humanity that has made him America's premier motivational humorist and earned him such enduring success. 3. The Kurt Kilpatrick Hypothesis: Use Detailed Research on Your Audience and Be Sure To List Your Educational Credentials: Kurt Kilpatrick has been a professional Humorist and Motivational speaker for twenty-five plus years. He is skilled at the Art of using Humor in Business and always works hard to relate his humor and message to the audience. It takes extra work and detailed research but the end result always pays off. Kurt Kilpatrick can add That extra spark at any meeting that will make the event fun, exciting, stimulating, memorable and extraordinary! Doctor of Jurisprudence, Cum Laude, 1978, Jackson School of Law at Mississippi College. Bachelor of Science, Cum Laude, 1971, Communications and Journalism, University of Southern Mississippi. 4. The Art Buchwald Hypothesis: Avoid Acknowledging Your Own Mortality, Especially To Yourself: For example, humorist Art Buchwald says he thinks less about dying than about his funeral, for which he hopes "everyone will get the day off and work very hard on their speeches." 5. The Chile Peppers, Sex and Football Hypothesis: Eat Right and Stay Fit : Adam lived to a ripe old age and so did Able. Their recipe for longevity? Grow peppers, make hot sauce... posted by Friedrich at April 17, 2003 | perma-link | (3) comments





Monday, April 7, 2003


Battle of the Metaphors
Michael: In another 2blowhards investigative reporting coup, Ive gotten my hands on some top-secret L.A. City Government emails about Frank Gehrys new Walt Disney Concert Hall. *** From: Mayor of Los Angeles To: Director for the Arts, Los Angeles City Government I was at a party the other night, and somebody compared the new Disney Hall design to a bunch of crumpled up aluminum foil. They hinted that it was symbolic of our declining aerospace industry. What the hell is that design supposed to be about, anyway? Do we have a public relations nightmare on our hands here, or what? *** From: Director for the Arts, Los Angeles City Government To: Mayor of Los Angeles I dont think it looks like a heap of crumpled up airplane parts. Well, at least not a whole lot like crumpled up airplane parts. I think the design suggests something more organic and natural, like fish from the ocean. *** From: Mayor of Los Angeles To: Director for the Arts, Los Angeles City Government Fish! Were not some little fishing village! Were the goddamn gateway to the Pacific Rim! Our big downtown development project cant be based on some stinking fish! This architect, Gehry, hes supposed to be some kinda hotshot artist! Find me some art that served as his inspiration. Jeesus, do I have to think of everything! *** From: Director for the Arts, Los Angeles City Government To: Mayor of Los Angeles We did some research and came up with a few antecedents. They're by some English artist. See the connections? Pretty neat, huh? B. Hepworth, Forms in Movement, 1956; F. Gehry, Walt Disney Concert Hall, 1991 B. Hepworth, Kyoto, 1970; F. Gehry, Walt Disney Concert Hall, 1991 *** From: Mayor of Los Angeles To: Director for the Arts, Los Angeles City Government You moron! This center is supposed to be cutting edge stuff. It's bad enough it's taken us over a decade to come up with the dough to build this thing. Telling me it was inspired by some art from the 1950s is like saying were the avant-garde of the hicks! Im going to have that architects head on a stick! Think of something else we can talk about, dammit! *** From: Director for the Arts, Los Angeles City Government To: Mayor of Los Angeles How about surfing? Surfing and L.A. are a good mix. We can tell everyone all those bulgy shapes are, you know, waves. So the buildings metaphor is like riding the waves. *** From: Mayor of Los Angeles To: Director for the Arts, Los Angeles City Government Hmmmm. Sufing. I like surfing. Its a bit retro but we can make it work. Just be sure to stay on message here. None of that fish stuff, you understand? I got an election coming up in a few years, and if you want to keep your ass employed around here, you spread the word: were riding the waves of the new millennium! *** Hey, you can't complain that... posted by Friedrich at April 7, 2003 | perma-link | (6) comments





Thursday, April 3, 2003


Growing Pains
Michael: My son, who is pushing two, has been a slow talker. While he seems to understand a very wide range of things said to him, he has communicated his wants and needs by a combination of the occasional word, sign language, head gestures, grunts, etc. This hasnt concerned me a great deal; I think by the time youre on your third child your capacity for developmental panic has been largely eroded away. In short, I assumed (since there was nothing wrong with his hearing) hed talk when he was good and ready, and not before. The last week or so all the synapses started firing and hes starting to blaze away, stringing together sentences, mastering new words in a single bound, you name it. And while the speed and power of his learning curve are exhilarating, Im going to miss my little non-talker. I mean, everybody talks; he was unique. He was in no way isolated; you always knew what he wanted or thought about things, at least enough to communicate the essentials of desire, fear, anger, hunger, love, etc. And he could even carry on conversations with himself, in a grumbling stream of nonsense syllables, when he was vaguely dissatisfied with the state of the universe. (It was like listening to someone read the symbols used in comic strips for swear words: #&*+@%!!!) And when he did use his little arsenal of real words, he could get unusual effects out of them; he had a way of stretching out the word no into noooooooooo which made a simple negative into a gently melancholic song of regret. Maybe someday hell write poetry or a latter-day version of the Gettysburg Address. But Im going to be nostalgic for the days when our primary form of communication was non-verbal. I guess after nearly 50 years of blabbing away myself, what I suddenly find is that speech seems oddly overrated. Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at April 3, 2003 | perma-link | (3) comments





Monday, March 17, 2003


Snob Quotient in Sports
Michael: On several occasions youve indicated that you are a womens tennis fan. You share this interest with my wife, who is an avid tennis player and spectator. In fact, my wife takes her tennis so seriously that she just spent the weekend in Palm Springs watching a professional tournament and, weather permitting, attending a tennis camp with one of her girlfriends (leaving me with the kids for the weekend, but thats another story.) Anyway, owing to the kindness of strangers, my wife, her girlfriend and my in-laws ended up watching the tournament from a skybox. While the physical environment was great, when she got home she had to share a dark secret. The tennis fans with whom she shared the skybox were not nice people. Very snobby and snotty, if you know what I mean. In your opinion, did my wife just have poor luck in running into some jerks, or is there something of a systematic phenomenon here? Which sports attract the nicest fans, and which ones the biggest losers? Is there a "likeability" gradient between the cheap seats and the expensive ones? Eager to get your input. Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at March 17, 2003 | perma-link | (4) comments





Monday, February 24, 2003


Free Reads -- Corby Kummer on Slow Food
Friedrich -- As long as I'm crashing around The Atlantic's site... Here's a good long q&a with The Atlantic's tiptop food writer Corby Kummer, who recently published a lavish book about the Slow Food movement (buyable here). Have you heard of Slow Food? Begun in Italy, it's a worldwide network of people devoted to artisanal food -- home-made cheeses, by-the-case wines, "heritage" poultry, etc. Slow down, take your time, sink into things, recover the good old qualities, savor life ... That's the general idea. Kind of the equivalent in the field of food to what the New Urbanism is in architecture, and just as admirably entrepreneurial. Sample passage: Europeans are pretty much converted already. In Europe almost everyone has memories going back over generations of food with actual flavor, food that's carefully raised. So Slow Food has appealed not just to rich people who like better things but to pretty much everybody who knows that there was once actually good food... There's a real problem with Slow Food in America, and it's this: we don't have that memory bred into us, so it's still a movement of the elite...Generally, once people taste eggs, cheese, barbecue, beer, bread, that has real flavor, they understand that this is something they'd like to have again, and that might be better than what they're having every day. But you have to organize events that will reach a wide range of people and give them something for a really reasonable cost. Or else they're not going to try it, and they're not going to know it, and it's going to seem like an elitist movement. I'm all for Slow Food even if, like the New Urbanism, it sometimes shades into yuppie-Volvo do-goodism. It's a little like the old Arts and Crafts movement, organizing and promoting, and helping a decent number of people take note of what's around them and start to appreciate quality of life issues. The q&a with Kummer reminds me of a blog posting I may never get around to writing, which is on this topic: that of all the high-end art forms these days in this country, the one that's in the best shape is cooking. I'm not much of a foodie myself, but The Wife is. So I've tagged along to an amazing number of amazing meals and have this to report: there are a lot of brilliant high-end cooks and kitchens at work these days. It wasn't all that many decades ago that good eating was in very short supply in this country. Today, you can do pretty well for yourself in many places, and superlatively well in quite a few. That's quite a change. How has this happened? Heaven praise Julia Child and Alice Waters, of course. But other elements have fallen into place too: look at the good craft-and-trade-oriented schools, for instance. Places like the French Culinary Institute and the CIA turn out class after class of well-trained grads. Look at the quality of the journalism about the... posted by Michael at February 24, 2003 | perma-link | (7) comments





Tuesday, February 4, 2003


Middle Age Memory
Friedrich -- I was leafing around an intro-to-economics book last night, and was wondering idly why I so much enjoy intro-to books these days. I always have, but in recent years my appetite for them has gotten ridiculous. When I get interested in a new subject -- say, econ -- I'll read not one but five or ten intro-to books on it. And I'll do so with great pleasure. Bizarre, no? Is it that I'm trying to pound the basics into a reluctant brain? I recall that in my teens and twenties my brain seemed to soak up information almost against my will. These days, all I seem to want to do -- and maybe all I'm capable of doing -- is paddling around and around the shallow end. I simply can't learn or remember specifics like I once did, and I can't juggle the same number of facts simultaneously either. For example, despite being an architecture buff, I can't for the life of me keep straight the field's technical terms (although my brain seems to be fond, for some reason, of the word "spandrel"), and I'm always having to go back to my architecture-reference books to brush up once more. God only knows what kind of mess I'd make of it if I tried to teach myself technical poetry terms. Trochees, dactyls ... It'd all be in one ear and out the other. Or else I'd read intro-to-poetry-technique books one after the other. Which I'd probably enjoy. But it's as though my hard drive, or RAM, or whatever, has simply maxed out. No more room on this boat. Alas. It was fun having a quick and absorbent brain. These days, learning has become something else for me, and it's no longer a matter of seizing and retaining new facts. I find that what I'm capable of instead is moving the furniture around some, cleaning out the closets, and familiarizing myself in general ways with new neighborhoods. I find that when I return to a subject I've looked into as an adult, it isn't completely foreign to me. I feel like I've been there before. I can't necessarily find my way around, and the details escape me. But I have a sense of having once visited, and bits and pieces of it do coalesce. And then it's back to the intro-to books... How's your memory these days? The same as it once was? At this point, I'm just glad I'm still capable of remembering how mine once was. Hey, maybe the time has come to start pretending that I've developed "wisdom." Best, Michael... posted by Michael at February 4, 2003 | perma-link | (5) comments





Friday, January 31, 2003


These Kids These Days, chapter whatever
Friedrich -- I spent more art-going time than usual this past week out on the further edges -- oddball gallery art, a poetry reading, some performance art. A few quick observations: Young people these days must have grown up watching even more television than we boomers did. The old frameworks (whether fictional or not) are in tatters. Or perhaps it's just that the fashion ot the moment is post-ironic horsing around in a deconstructed (ie., blown to smithereens) media junkheap. Installation art? An MTV set. An MTV show? Half performance art. Which I take to mean that TV is the source and mother of all things to young people. A few years ago I finally noticed that, where the boomers loved to bitch about their parents, the new young people love to bitch about television. My theory? That the formative art experience for these kids was hanging out in front of the TV with friends, making fun of what was on while secretly fantasizing about being a star. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 31, 2003 | perma-link | (2) comments





Thursday, January 30, 2003


Cell Phone-less
Friedrich -- At dinner the other evening (a mini-bloggers' bash at an East Village nouvelle-Asian place, with the Wife, Felix Salmon and his charming g.f. Michelle), I set off a lot of laughter when I admitted that I don't have a cell phone. Everyone has one, I'm such a square, etc etc. Hardy har har. All fully justified, and for many reasons. But I wonder: is it really so rare these days to go without a cell phone? I can't imagine wanting one. I tried over dinner to protest that I enjoy my time away from telephones, but was drowned out by hearty uproariousness. I rather like the trouble I have to go to when I'm out in public and need to make a phone call, not that that happens very often. I'd even argue, with probably embarrassing earnestness, that I find that pleasure, art, personality and beauty are all easier to enjoy when at least a few barriers are set up between the reach of technology and one's privacy. But that may be yet one more demonstration of what a fuddy duddy I can be. (The Wife wants me to point out here that she has a cell phone, so that when we head off on car trips we're duly equipped.) Would you have a cell phone if you didn't absolutely need to have one? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 30, 2003 | perma-link | (18) comments





Tuesday, January 28, 2003


The Unbearable Lightness of Stucco
Michael: As you know, I live in Southern California. What you may not know is this is the world capital for wood-framed, stucco-walled buildings. As a result of seeing so much of this style of construction, Ive noticed two things: first, I find the framing for such buildings more interesting than the buildings themselves and second, I prefer the buildings when they are in the earlier, monochromatic stages of stucco than when they have their finish coat on. While I know these preferences to be a fact, I dont know why I react the way I do. Ive come up with several hypotheses to explain them: 1) My grandparents' house in Toledo Ohio was stucco, and Im still suffering from a forgotten trauma connected to their choice of building material. 2) Ive developed a case of postmodern blues, in which I prefer an unfinished building to a finished building for reasons of irony, or something. 3) The grey undercoat of stucco, known as mud reminds of the happy days I spent digging a moat around my childhood home. 4) Stucco, as a finished architectural material, appears so weightless that Im subconsciously afraid that it will blow away, and Im more comfortable with its earlier state, which looks like reinforced concrete. (You can never tell when the Big Bad Wolf will show up.) I considered, and rejected, the hypothesis that I have a hankering for Modernist simplicity, since I actually find the ornamentation on these buildings--in its monochromatic state--intriguing. Do you share my weirdo preferences? Can you at least explain them? Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at January 28, 2003 | perma-link | (3) comments





Saturday, January 4, 2003


Free Reads Benjamin Campaine on media concentration
Friedrich -- Benjamin Compaine in Foreign Policy (here) bursts a lot of PC bubbles about the supposed evils of what's imagined to be ever-increasing media concentration. Are the News Corps and AOL/Time-Warners just inches from establishing total control over each and every one of our thoughts? Er, no. Sample passage: Media companies have indeed grown over the past 15 years, but this growth should be understood in context. Developed economies have grown, so expanding enterprises are often simply standing still in relative terms. Or their growth looks less weighty. For example, measured by revenue, Gannett was the largest U.S. newspaper publisher in 1986, its sales accounting for 3.4 percent of all media revenue that year. In 1997, it accounted for less than 2 percent of total media revenue. Helped by major acquisitions, Gannett's revenue had actually increased by 69 percent, but the U.S. economy had grown 86 percent. The media industry itself had grown 188 percent, making a "bigger" Gannett smaller in relative terms. Link found thanks to the ever-essential Arts & Letters Daily, here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 4, 2003 | perma-link | (4) comments





Friday, January 3, 2003


Quote for the day
Friedrich -- There's a CIA bureau chief in David Ignatius' quite decent espionage novel "Agents of Innocence" who I picture as being played by Sterling Hayden in his grizzled old seen-everything latter days. At one point, he's fed up with the patricians back in the home office who give the orders, and delivers this explanation to a young subordinate: They are stupid in the way only very smart people can be stupid ... They think the world's problems stem mainly from the fact that there aren't enough rules and regulations, and enough well-educated gentlemen to enforce 'em. It's something that happens to people at Yale, I think. Perhaps they should hand this passage out during freshman orientation at our own Lousy Ivy College. What do you think? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 3, 2003 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, January 2, 2003


Free Reads -- Cluttered Desks
Friedrich -- Remember all the talk about the coming "paperless office" some years back? And you know those guilty feelings so many of us have when we look at our cluttered desks? Wouldn't it be nice to finally get organized? According to The Economist, we should relax about these anxieties. Much that we deal with and think about is unclassifiable, and thus can't be tidily slipped into a database -- either that, or when we've finally decided what category a bit of information belongs to, we're done working with it, and who cares what happens to it. The stacks and heaps of paper you're surrounded by are, in other words, your mind at work. A paperless office would be an office in which no work is getting done -- a dead office. Sample passage: As well as giving much-needed succour to those attached to the ecology of their desktops, these studies have some serious implications for managers. If they interfere with people's desktops, they may also interfere with their thinking. Trying to force workers to get rid of clutter and scan their papers into a computer system may be an expensive waste of time. Companies which do this may find that they create large, useless databases full of information that nobody ever uses. The article is readable here. Does it make you think -- as it does me -- about earlier discussions on this blog about styles of urban planning? On the one hand, the grandly-aspiring, never-to-be-achieved futuristic masterplanning approach (ie., the dream of the paperless office), and on the other, the let-it-take-its-own-shape approach (ie., stacking and piling). Best, Michael... posted by Michael at January 2, 2003 | perma-link | (2) comments





Monday, December 23, 2002


Holiday Hiatus
2Blowhards is taking a break. We'll be back and ranting on January 2nd. Best wishes and happy holidays to all of you. Friedrich and Michael... posted by Michael at December 23, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, December 12, 2002


Investigative Reporting
Michael Youll be thrilled to hear that 2blowhards has a new investigative reporting scoop! According to a highly placed source in the custodial department of the SEC, an investigation is being launched into the accounting for Vivendi Universals modern art collection. Tipped off by a report in the New York Times--which you can read here--that the evil Franco-American conglomerate (oops, I guess thats a bit redundant) plans to auction off the collection housed in the Seagrams building, the watchdog agency has some tough questions to ask. According to our source, the whole deal smells fishy. This whole deal smells fishy, says this highly placed but anonymous official, leaning on his broom. I mean, according to my dictionary, a corporation is not a person! What the heck does it need with an art collection, anyway? Another anonymous sources with no particular axe to grindyou can trust us on thatspeculated wildly that the art collection was a cleverly disguised accounting reserve that could be used to bolster Vivendi Universals corporate earnings in case of, as he put it: a rainy day. This extremely anonymous but fair-minded source cackled with delight: And have you gotten a look at Vivendis finances lately? Let me tell you, were going to see Noah come paddling through here any minute now! Yet other sources, who do nothing all day but check up obsessively on the Enron corporate scandal, have noticed a sinister link between Vivendis activities and a failed attempt by the evil Texas conglomerate (darn, more redundancy) to set up an art futures trading desk. Although described in the business press as an innovative attempt to create liquidity in an inefficient commodity market, according to our eyeball-rolling source, it was really an attempt to completely corner the market in conceptual art! They were either going to force prices up by 500% or pull the plug on Soho. When asked for comment, a corporate spokesperson said, Since I have no idea what Vivendi Universal actually does to make money, I can only assume that this transaction is a well-thought out, strategic move by our firm. As I understand it, our next move will be to auction our underwear on eBay. Of course, I'm paraphrasing here. Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at December 12, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments




Short Stuff
Michael-- Perhaps you caught this headline from the Wall Street Journal of December 12: Europe's Space Effort is Hurt As Rocket Explodes on Launch Gee, you think? Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at December 12, 2002 | perma-link | (1) comments





Wednesday, December 4, 2002


The New Advertising
Friedrich I love paying the occasional little bit of attention to advertising. So what if it's all about selling goods: there's lots of eye and brain food there to enjoy, as well as sometimes to be dazzled by. Self-protectively, let me say that I'm sure there are writers and thinkers out there who look at and analyze ads far better than I do. And I'm just as certain that I'm years behind on noticing what I'm noticing. Ad people, and the people who write and think about them, are nothing if not quick and clever. Still and all, I can't resist. Exhibit 1: Old vs. New. A fairly traditional ad for Newport cigarettes, and a new-style ad for ... well, for what, exactly? Rope? Wrapping material? The Newport ad has a little designed-on-the-computer jazziness to it: the abruptness in the way the elements are juxtaposed, the way the photo falls so quickly into a space of its own, the brightness and flatness of the green, the way the cigarette boxes really pop, and then the copy really-really pops on top of that. But it's a pretty traditional ad, basically: product, people enjoying it, ad copy, product name. All of it arranged in swooping diagonals that converge on the product itself. The other ad (for Gaultier sunglasses, as it turns out) is another thing entirely -- and entirely, it seems to me, of our new Quark 'n' Photoshop age. For one thing, what's being sold? Maybe the post-MTV generation gets these things instantly, but it took this geezer a couple of seconds even to figure out that what he was looking at was an ad. The Gaultier label being sewn into the fabric is a clever and effective way of achieving so-recessive-it-calls-attention-to-itself-ness. The ad also displays what I've come to think of as a "scanner aesthetic" -- the way what's on the page seems to be pressing up against a lens, or a sheet of glass. And that's it for the ad: a bunch of things brought together in a seemingly casual way on top of a scanner, with an i.d. carelessly dropped into the background of the mix. It's both a cool gesture and pure evidence of coolness, like a head of hair that's rumpled just so. Exhibit 2: Coolness sponsorship. For a geezer, both these ads rely partly on the "huh?" or "what the hell?" factor. What are they advertising? The left-hand ad is for Perrier; as for the right-hand ad, beats me. A clothing line? What I notice about both of them, and what moves me to place them side by side, is a conceptual similarity. Both are 99% made up of a very cool photo. A great big one, in both cases -- and, by traditional standards, a rather odd one too. Not only is the question "what's being advertised?" an issue; the question "what the hell's this a picture of exactly? and why are we being shown it?" is being asked, at least by my arthritic... posted by Michael at December 4, 2002 | perma-link | (4) comments





Wednesday, November 27, 2002


Thanksgiving
Michael-- I was just sitting here twiddling my thumbs before heading out to the airport. I am dragging my long-suffering nuclear family off to see my Dad on the East Coast. (This should not be construed as meaning that I am from the East CoastI am a Midwesterner born and bred, raised in the Motor City. Its not my fault that the old parental unit decided to build his retirement home so hellaciously far away.) Anyway, I thought I should make some sort of Thanksgiving gesture to our loyal readers (may they ever increasein numbers, not in waistline) and so started aimlessly trolling the Web with a Google search onof all thingsThanksgiving! Obviously endless stuff pops up, but, to me, the most significant items are the real-life Thanksgiving snapshots people have posted. When hipsters started talking a few years ago about how the Web was going to change everything, I for one never anticipated the way it would bring me into a form of domestic intimacy with so many people Id never met. A few months ago when I was researching pictures of the Parthenon in Athens, I was surprised to see that many of the best shots had been taken by tourists and posted on their individual websites. I didnt use any of them, because they usually had themselves or their loved ones in the picture, but I still went away quite impressed at catching a glimpse at the amount of thought, creativity and general adventure that occurs at what used to be an utterly private level. History will never be the same, assuming that historians are smart enough to download virtually the entire World Wide Web on a regular basis. Anyway, I came away from my very brief search with this iconic Thanksgiving picture for all of you. I dont know who created it, but a tip of the hat to the Unknown Artist. Iconic Thanksgiving Picture By Unknown Artist I also stumbled across the following, a page of doodles entitled Thanksgivingnote the stuffing recipe in the upper right corner. G. Fama, Thanksgiving, 1998 This is from the website of Gene Fama, which you can see here. Gene is, well, I dont know what Gene is now, but at one point he was a comic book artist and a funny guy. (He probably still is.) He has some very amusing doodles and other entertaining stuff, including a page of his daughters drawings, on his site. Anyway, a Happy Thanksgiving to Gene (happier anyway than 1998 on the evidence of his drawing--although with artists you can never tell) and all the rest of you. Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at November 27, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Tuesday, November 26, 2002


Games and Puzzles
Friedrich -- A few remarks by Glenn Mac Frazier in the comments section of the modernist/modernism posting below got me thinking about puzzles and games. I dislike puzzles and enjoy games. Puzzles, which seem to be about figuring things out, give me a headache -- I seem to spend a lot of time fighting frustration and fury, and cant seem to find whatever pleasure might be there to be had. Games on the other hand I often enjoy. Sports, cards ... One of my probably-never-to-be-realized ambitions is to become good at the game of go, which (the few times Ive played it) has made my brain feel refreshed and tingly. A game is a very different experience for me than a puzzle. Its a more or less simple set of rules, understood before the action begins, and then the playing-out of ones energies and inspirations -- all of which I find intensely pleasurable, not that Ive ever been terribly good at any games. Video and computer games, which Ive never enjoyed, strike me as some new hybrid -- half puzzle, half game. Theres often action to be taken part in. Yet the rules never seem fully spelled-out beforehand; you discover them as you go. So the playing-out of the game is really the figuring-out of the puzzle. Once youve figured the game out, its over, youre done. Figuring the game out is the game -- which, as far as Im concerned, makes these things not traditional games at all, but more related to puzzles and programming. And like puzzles, they give me headaches. The Wife tells me she thinks that puzzles appeal to obsessive personalities like her own, and that my personality is a more open-ended one. Her hunch is that, as a well-behaved, bland-o Protestant person who appreciates decent manners, I like inhabiting spaces that are defined by rules yet allow for mental and physical romping. A good theory, I think, even if I suspect shes really telling me in a sweet way that I drive her nuts because Im an inane and shallow person. Ah, subtext. But Im a tyro at thinking about these puzzles-and-games questions. Any insights? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at November 26, 2002 | perma-link | (5) comments





Saturday, November 9, 2002


The Anatomy of Melancholy
Michael Do you suffer regularly from melancholy? I do. Yes, I understand, millions of people are either a bit or seriously depressive, I should just be happy Ive got the mild variety. But what is oddest about my mental landscape is my melancholy tends to set in when the dogs of external unquiet are barking the least. (I seem to adore crises, when Im far more level-headed and level-hearted than when everything is rosy.) I mean, things are pretty good at work, Ive got a good backlog of money-making ideas being executed capably by the staff, Im getting along fabulously with my wife, my children are deeply rewarding, my dog has stopped chewing compulsively on his front paws, my home repairs of last winter seem to be holding up during the rains of the past few days, my diets working, my list of physical defects seems to be holding steady, Im having a good time blogging with youso wheres the fly in the ointment, so to speak? I wonder if the problem doesnt lie, at root, with the fact that Im not being goaded into action, and I have to look my own profound inertia in the face. In other words, if I want my life to get better than it currently is, Ive got to actually get up off my physical and metaphorical bottom and stir things upon my own behalf. No, this is not my favorite sort of task. Portrait of the Blogger as a Middle-Aged Grump How do you handle this sort of thing? Im getting too old for most of my usual remedies. Cheers (sort of) Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at November 9, 2002 | perma-link | (8) comments





Wednesday, October 30, 2002


Righties, Lefties, Art and Pleasure
Friedrich -- Laurel Panella has been following our discussions about righties, lefties and pleasure from her home in eastern Tennessee. She had these lovely thoughts and observations to pass along: I live in the middle of the conservative, small town South. (Diverse, within its narrow boundaries.) What I find is that the right defends a positive interpretation of status quo living. They won't be entering any debates on beauty and the arts, except to comment on the changing leaves in the Smokies, or the latest football victory. The right here is so grounded; they have a strong sense of identity from their deep home and community roots. From my perspective, they honestly need only a drop of novelty. The concept of beauty and pleasure doesn't seem to be an interesting topic of discussion to them. When they do discuss it, they go back to the Renaissance, when art was art, or quote from Southern Living Magazine, with its "gourmet" recipes. Sometimes I think it's the job of the right to balance out the left. The right doesn't defend cutting edge art, they defend the status quo -- in whatever package it comes. I tend to think this serves a valuable societal purpose. With the left, theyre adventurers, paving the way, so to speak, for the right. The right provides a sense of societal stability that gives the left its courage and footing, to stretch and question boundaries. I have a lovely group of friends that often debates the ideas you have presented. They of course are all lefties. Personally, I enjoy the challenge of learning from both perspectives without the desire to make one more like the other. The conservative right has so much to offer. But I don't think they'll ever play ball in the world of pleasure and beauty the way some would like. I tried suggesting that "status quo" pleasures are as legit as cutting-edge pleasures; that football games, changing autumn leaves and "gourmet" recipes represent a perfectly valid aesthetic; that there's no reason to let the left get away with defining art as being necessarily adventurous, or necessarily about questioning boundaries... But Laurel, who I suspect knows a fancy big-city move when she spots one, was having none of it. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 30, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, October 24, 2002


Free Reads -- Andrew Sullivan on the economics of blogging
Friedrich -- I just caught up with Andrew Sullivan's essay for London's Sunday Times about writing, blogging, and trying to make a living, here. Sullivan is amazingly good at catching the conundra and paradoxes that bedevil online life. The piece is also a nice complement to your postings about copyright law and electronics. Sample passage: It takes a few minutes to set up your own "blog" ... and you can publish anything you can conceivably want to a readersip that has no physical boundaries whatsoever. My own modest little venture, imaginatively called www.andrewsullivan.com, is now around two years old. I've written tens of thousands of words; I've made hundreds of new web-friends; I get around 400 emails a day. I have to say I've never enjoyed myself as much as a journalist, had as much impact with my writing, or had as much sheer fun as a commentator on things large and small. But it's also true - and here's the catch - that this wonderful experiment has yet to make me any significant financial return. Despite what the New Statesman just called the "astonishing influence" of my site, it pays next to nothing... Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 24, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Wednesday, October 23, 2002


Free Viewing -- Clive James Interviews
Friedrich -- Online entrepreneurial arts-and-ideas flair: Clive James, the Australian novelist and journalist (remember how great his TV reviews were?), has set up a site devoted to video interviews of interesting figures, among them Jonathan Miller, Jung Chang, and Terry Gilliam, here. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 23, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Friday, October 18, 2002


On-Stage Ads
Friedrich -- Vanessa O'Connell in the WSJ (not online, at least not for free) reports that billboards for Piper-Hiedsick and Montblanc -- paid-for ads -- will be part of the onstage scenery of the much-anticipated upcoming Broadway production of "La Boheme." (Much-anticipated because it's being directed by Baz -- "Moulin Rouge" -- Luhrmann.) Sample passage: "'This is an example of a deal where you can service the art and service the business,' says Jeffrey Seller, a producer of 'La Boheme.'...'The economics of live theater are always challenging, especially because we have to persuade people to buy $95 and $100 tickets'." My suggestion to people who are bugged by product placements? Skip the kinds of productions that are likely to feature them. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 18, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments




Free Reads -- John Allen Paulos
Friedrich -- In ABCNews.com, here, John Allen Paulos looks at how and why people seem more responsive to stories than they do to rationality. His conclusion? Because it's natural. Not much a conclusion, but convincing nonetheless. Sample passage: Consider ... the media coverage of last years Institute of Medicine report on the inordinate number of deaths due to medical mismanagement. Much of it focused on doctors egregious mistakes amputating the wrong leg, say and not on the many small changes in the system that could save tens of thousands of lives annually. Again, misbehavior seems to attract more attention than inefficient routines even when the latter kill more people. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 18, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Tuesday, October 15, 2002


Decades of Design?
Michael Granted, Im the former Detroiter, but were both old enough to at least dimly remember the days when American cars had genuine style. I was struck the other day by the progression in the following Buick ad Buick's Decades of Design Campaign that is, I was struck by the progression from powerful design to inoffensive mediocrity. How dare Buick be so insensitive as to run the top and bottom pictures in this stack together--it's offensive. I think General Motors continues to miss a huge bet by not resuscitating elements of its much more stylish past. And I'm not referring to running ads stressing how hot their styling used to be, I'm talking about incorporating some of their traditional elements into today's cars. Let's bend a little metal here. As Ive watched Cadillac, in particular, try to find its way stylistically out of the wilderness over the past twenty years, I keep wondering why nobody ever has the balls to create a car that at least echoes the 'Great White shark' aura of the 1950s and 1960s Caddies. Will Anyone Make Lithographs of the 2002 Cadillacs? How many consumer products can access such a fully developed brand identity, an aesthetic that screams Live Large! Be Optimistic! Kick Ass! How many companies have this much stylistic DNA just waiting to spring forth, like the first shoots of spring hiding under the winter snows? Has GM learned nothing from the success of Harley Davidson over the past decade? A Still Unresolved Question Does GM really think they can out-Mercedes Mercedes? Or out-BMW BMW? I keep wanting to tell them: Come on, guys, give it a shot. You can do it! You can return to your roots!. Or am I just kidding myself? Somewhat nostalgic cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at October 15, 2002 | perma-link | (2) comments





Friday, October 4, 2002


Free Reads -- Funniest Jokes
Friedrich -- Dr. Richard Wiseman of the University of Hertfordshire has been collecting jokes for over a year, and asking people to rate how funny the jokes are. The results of his study are now in. You can sample jokes and find out about results here. Sample passage: Top joke in Belgium: Why do ducks have webbed feet? To stamp out fires. Why do elephants have flat feet? To stamp out burning ducks. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 4, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, October 3, 2002


Free Reads -- Self-Esteem
Friedrich -- Has a major social turning point arrived? Is the insane vogue for "self-esteem" finally over? Erica Goode in the New York Times reports that research has begun to show that elevating self-esteem cures little, here. Sample passage: "D" students, it turns out, think as highly of themselves as valedictorians, and serial rapists are no more likely to ooze with insecurities than doctors or bank managers. At the same time, high self-esteem, studies show, offers no immunity against bad behavior....Some people with high self-regard are actually more likely to lash out aggressively when criticized than those with low-self esteem. Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 3, 2002 | perma-link | (2) comments




Not a Critic
Friedrich -- After a few recent visits with bright, talented friends who are critics, it occurs to me why Im not one. (Putting aside all questions of my gifts and credentials, or lack thereof, of course.) Critics, generally speaking, care about their opinions. I mean, really care. Do they want to impose their opinions, and see them prevail? I dont know. But at the very least, most of the critics Ive known want their opinion to be out there in public, playing a role (the bigger the better) in forming the general consensus. My opinion just isn't that important to me, and I have a hard time seeing why it should be of much importance to anyone else. (Opinions are like assholes..., etc.) The real critic seems to feel that the world needs to know his opinion. Me, Im grateful to have a few people in my life willing to put up with me, let alone my no doubt tiresome opinionating. The general consensus? It gets on fine without input from me. And then it gets revised anyway. So why waste the energy? For me, an opinion is a small part of a much larger package of responses: feelings, reflections, musings, thoughts, observations, bodily sensations. And lord knows I do love exploring reactions, other people's as much as my own. But that's one of art's functions, to give us excuses to muck voluptuously about in this make-believe-but-oh-so-real way. Comparing notes=bliss. Fighting over opinions? Arguing about whose is right? Thanks, but Ill pass. How do you experience your own opinions? Best, Michael... posted by Michael at October 3, 2002 | perma-link | (2) comments





Saturday, September 28, 2002


Bye bye France redux
Michael Napoleon to Sartre: What Happened to France? You might be interested in what Saul Bellow had to say on the decline of the French in "Ravelstein": ...Chick is a great skeptic when it comes to the French. He...thinks their cooking is all they have to show for themselves since the disgrace of...1940 when Hitler danced his victory jig. Chick sees la France pourrie in Sartre, in the loathing of the U.S.A. and worship of Stalinism and in philosophy and linguistic theory...But you have to admit you can't get a meal like this anywhere else. And this: [Ravelstein] took a special interest in Great Politics. In that line, of course, France today was bankrupt. Only the manner was left, and they made the most of the manner but they were bluffing, they knew they were talking twaddle. What they were still good at were the arts of intimacy. Eats still rated high--e.g., last night's banquet at Lucas-Carton. In every quartier, the fresh-produce markets, the good bakeries, the charcuterie with its cold cuts. Also the great displays of intimate garments. The shameless love of fine bedding...It was wonderful to be so public about the private, about the living creature and its needs. Slick magazines in New York imitated this but never got it right. Perhaps the decline of the French was underway long before but only became evident to the American eye in the 1980s. (After all, after World War II Americans thought of France half as an elderly relative after a stroke, and half as a cultural theme park--in neither case expecting anything terribly serious.) Cheers, Friedrich P.S. But I still want know why French women are so instantly recognizable as such. I'm guessing there is something about a distinctly French style of makeup, but I've never been able to quite work it out. Can anybody out there help me?... posted by Friedrich at September 28, 2002 | perma-link | (1) comments





Friday, September 27, 2002


Short Stuff
Michael Perhaps you noticed this in the Los Angeles Times of September 25: Alligator Bites Off Mans Arm at Garden in Florida Thats got to hurt sales at plant nurseries around the Sunshine State. Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at September 27, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Thursday, September 26, 2002


Short Stuff 3
Michael In the New York Time's World Briefing of September 26: GREENLAND: U.S. TO RETURN A TOWN You know, you just shouldn't lend some people stuff. Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at September 26, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Tuesday, September 24, 2002


Short stuff
Michael, I noticed the following item in the Wall Street Journal's "What's News" column for September 24: Dole shares surged on expectations of a...sweetened bid for the pineapple company. Well, that would only be appropriate. Cheers, Friedrich... posted by Friedrich at September 24, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments





Friday, September 6, 2002


America the Goofy
Friedrich -- Priceless Americana, here. I ran across the above via another blogger, but I can't credit him/her because I neglected to keep track -- a gross violation of netiquette, I gather. Sorry and many thanks, Unknown Blogger! Best, Michael... posted by Michael at September 6, 2002 | perma-link | (0) comments