Showing posts with label Miscellany. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscellany. Show all posts

Monday, June 14, 2010

Risqué literature: driving the point home

I recently commented on the history blog about the travails of "The Mount," the estate dedicated to the commemoration of Edith Wharton's home, life, and works.  There, I cited a rather disingenuous interview given by current Executive Director Susan Wissler concerning the organization's disastrous earlier financial and management decisions. However, she also spoke about the organization's future.

Unfortunately, what caught my eye was this equally disastrous typo by the interviewer.  The conversation turned to new cultural programs:
[SW] Last summer we brought a Wharton play back to the drawing room with Xingu It was adapted from a short story of Wharton's by Dennis Krausnick (The husband of Shakespeare & Company founder, Tina Packer). This summer we will also present one of Dennis's adaptations Summer. She called it her "Hot Ethan." It is a story of a young woman's sexual awakening and takes place in the Berkshires.

CG [=interviewer] It sounds steamy.

SW It has a few steamy passages. It is too risqué to be read in school which is why students ream Ethan Frome. It entails such hot issues as teenage pregnancy and abortion. [emphasis added]

CG That sounds like a lively production . . .

1) Ouch.

2) And:  Indeed—though not too risqué for Amherst, I'd wager.

Friday, July 31, 2009

White House Beer Gathering: Our Great National "Teachable Moment" Squandered

Beer summit: If this was a "teachable moment," then why did Obama drink Bud Light (two self-evident mistakes there), and Biden, a non-alcoholic Buckler? Gates and Crowley showed far better taste in the choice of, respectively, our fine local Sam Adams (though again a light) and Blue Moon. An educational opportunity squandered.

Several brewing companies sought to use the opportunity to promote their products, in the process developing various ingenious historical-political rationales to support the choice of their brand:

Yuengling of Pennsylvania said,
”Family owned and operated since 1829, we've been a part of conflict resolution for over 180 years!"
Sierra Nevada argued:
“We believe that we are the perfect fit for the matter at hand, and a great choice to represent and facilitate the resilience and understanding of the American people. Sierra Nevada [can] reinforce the idea that whether black or white, rich or poor, we are all first and foremost Americans. American citizens should support American beer.

“Think global, drink local."
Of course, the religious fanatics did not hesitate to condemn the summit as fostering the corruption of youth, that argument didn’t seem to get any traction with the mass of the population, which was mostly curious about which bottles would end up on the table (and, oh yes, secondarily, in the substance of the conversation that they would accompany).

Two light beers and one non-alcoholic one? A great teachable moment squandered.

We are a long way from the advanced culture of the Czech Republic, as Radio Praha affirms:
Ex-President Vaclav Havel may be the best spokesman beer has ever had in the Czech Republic, at least in public office. Havel loves to take visiting politicians to pubs. He once skipped a function in the U.S. to go drink beer and watch John Cale. In fact, one of Havel's plays is based on the time he spent working in a brewery before the Revolution.

"I suppose that drinking beer in pubs has got a good influence on the behaviour of Czech society, because beer contains less alcohol than for example wine, vodka or whisky and therefore people's polical chat in pubs is less crazy."
This was actually very similar to the attitude of German and other Central European immigrants to Wisconsin in the 19th century. They were in the habit of taking the whole family, children included, to events at which beer was served. This scandalized the prudes. To the Germans, Czechs, and other new arrivals, however, beer, consumed in moderation, was simply part and parcel of an ordinary meal and daily conviviality. What horrified them, by contrast, was the apparent American belief that a normal relationship with alcohol consisted of one man and one bottle of whiskey in a saloon.

To return to the White House:

It was a particular disgrace that Budweiser was featured (the "light" in Bud light is self-evidently execrable). In the first place, it's awful beer. The color alone—or lack thereof—sends shivers down the spine. In the second place, Budweiser uses corn and rice, and so, its products would not even qualify as beer by traditional Central European standards (the famous German beer purity law allows only hops, malt, and water. The English long rejected hops as some sort of bizarre continental toxic additive, but that's another episode in that nation's vexed relationship with culinary arts and gustatory pleasures). Third, and finally: to add insult to injury, Budweiser used the full power of its monetary and legal resources to assert its claim to use the name of the famous South Bohemian beer town (German: Budweis; Czech: České Budějovice) in marketing its insipid liquid, while the original breweries of that noble city are forced to sell under the names of Budvar and Czechvar here in the States. (The Wikipedia entry for the city cleverly and delicately states that "The American lager was originally brewed as an imitation of the famous Czech original but over time has developed its own identity and attained remarkable commercial success"—the emphasis should be on "remarkable," of course. But I digress.)

Still, the Democrats have learned something since the notorious day when Massachusetts Governor Michael Dukakis invited two down-to-earth labor leaders to his house, asked, “Can I get you guys a beer?”, and returned with a bottle and two glasses. He got creamed in the presidential election.

To recap: Four bottles—two lights and one non-alcoholic—for four guys? Not yet up to Czech standards, but we're learning.

As for me, I've been enjoying a good old-fashioned American Leinenkugel's ("The Pride of Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin Since 1867").

Here, a proper Czech meal with beverages:


Those interested in pursuing the history of the American relationship to beer would do well to consult the recent book by our colleague Amy Mittleman.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Practical Things You Can Learn from Studying Science--lessons from history

One of my favorite science anecdotes (and I get to work in: genetics, fish, history, and the devil).

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Multiple Universe Disorder (continued)

Just discovered the fly in the ointment of my exceedingly cunning multiverse work reduction plan: students whose files were marked incomplete are now protesting, claiming that they already turned in the papers--in the parallel universe.

Smartasses.

Damn. I knew I should not have twittered about this.

Multiple Universe Disorder (continued)

now able to eat lunch and listen to music because one of my alternate selves is marking student papers, & the other is sorting the recycling

Multiple Universe Disorder (continued)

now starting to get into the idea of the "multiverse," sensing the endless possibilities

Multiple Universe Disorder

Suddenly disturbed at the thought of the existence, yea, necessity of multiple universes. Does this mean that I have to clean out an infinite number of litterboxes, vacuum an infinite number of rugs?

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Billionaires and Students: How to Succeed in Life

During an appearance before the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco, oil man T. Boone Pickens recounted how he floundered in college at Oklahoma State, and what his father told him to set him straight:
"'Son,' he said . . . 'your mother and I don't think you're on the same plan we are for graduation,' and I had to agree . . . . He said, 'Let me just give you a little advice.' He said, 'Son,' he said, 'A fool with a plan can beat a genius with no plan, and what we're afraid of, is, your mother and I are afraid of, that we have a son that's a fool with no plan.'"

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Pay for Pee? (You Pay for Everything One Way or Another)

News last month that budget airline Ryanair was contemplating charging passengers for use of toilets both sparked cries of outrage and stimulated the creative juices of satirists.

Mind you, the CEO was merely contemplating the change, but for anyone who has actually flown on that carrier, the prospect seemed all too likely. Given the airline's stringent limits on weight of baggage and personal items, I felt, as I was packing my luggage some years ago, that I had been thrust back into my more youthful days as a backpacker when, as the late Colin Fletcher explained in his now-classic Complete Walker, fanatics felt moved to snip the labels off their tea bags in an obsessive quest to reduce carrying weight.

The really sad thing is that this is all part of the cynical shell game that we play in modern capitalist society, the more so, as economic crisis looms: We constantly disguise the real costs of things, and who notices? We have an unjust and in some ways inefficient health care system, but we don't realize that part of the expense arises from our unwillingness to tackle real across-the-board reform. The University of Massachusetts notoriously promises (or is required) to limit tuition increases, which it then makes up for by charging increased "fees" for everything else imaginable. The tuna can, which some years ago dropped from 6 and a half to 6 and one-eighth ounces, recently plummeted to 5 (do people ever read weights on packages, or are they just focusing on the "sale" price?). And of course, the biggest shell game in the country is the conservative obsession with "taxes." There is a legitimate debate to be had about size of government and extent of taxation, but it won't be an honest one until we confront the fact that we pay for the things we need one way or another, through the front door or the back, progressively or regressively. Our taxes are kept low, but we pay increased health care costs out of our private funds. Our roads and other infrastructure fall apart--but we pay for the flat tire or busted axle, or we finance highways and public transportation in part through regressive and often regionally and socially unfair taxes and charges. Just look at what is happening in Massachusetts, as residents are being asked to pay an increased gas tax that will primarily fund the eastern turnpike, the whopping debt for Boston's corrupt and mismanaged "Big Dig," and the Boston Metropolitan Transit Authority. Western Mass. residents--who have been getting the shaft since the days of Shays's Rebellion-- are understandably outraged. Charging more for tolls and transit tickets to the Boston-area residents who actually use the structures and services in question would be the most logical and fair solution, but no one wants to face up to market value and fight that fight, so we hide the cost by spreading it around in inequitable ways. To raise the income tax would be equitable and might result in a more equitable distribution of goods, but there's an ideological bias against that. Because most people, educated or otherwise, can't handle quantitative reasoning--we all lose.

And what of the future of and on Ryanair? As always, satire, like science fiction, has the best answer. A friend forwarded this prediction:


Which is ultimately scarier: the prospect that we might one day need to pay to pee--gives new meaning to that economic phrase, "pay as you go"--or that, because most of us can't count, we don't even know what we're really paying for?

It's not just a radical point. Capitalist gurus, too, get it. Why can't the rest of us?




Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Best little-known film quotes

Some favorite little-known lines from Sergei Eisenstein's film, "Alexander Nevsky" (1938):
Mongol leader, trying to recruit Nevsky: "Join the horde!"

Nevsky to his comrades: "Lay out my princely garb."

Inane Journalistic Observation of the Day: March 13


From an NPR report on the use of the military to combat gang crime in Juarez, Mexico: The speaker on the audio introduction intones with great solemnity and self-righteous sarcasm:

"some say the military has been fighting violence with violence"

Gee, d'ya think?!

The reflexive and obligatory condemnation of all violence is of course just plain silly, but that's not what is saddest.

It is a shame. The point, of course, was that the government was not just using force, but using torture, and thus violating principles of justice in its supposed quest for justice. But if the professionals who get paid to write this stuff can't be bothered to choose the words of their stories with an ounce of care, how do they expect us to care about the content--or even get the message? We, like the victims, deserve to be treated better than that.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Amherst 250th: Say What You Mean

Thanks, Pb!

I'm sure that the people organizing Amherst's 250th Anniversary celebrations were just so excited to win a major gift that they forgot to proofread:


As a historian of the book--and someone who from time to time has to read linguistically and conceptually challenged student papers--I am of course fascinated by the difference between oral and written language. More attention to stylistic felicity might have avoided this embarrassment.

Anyway. . .

Please be more careful next time.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Mail Goggles Trump Beer Goggles

Ever written and sent off a text message you later regretted, mainly because you were too drunk or just too tired to think straight? The folks at Google have now come up with a solution, which is the equivalent of the numerical keypads on some cars:  an interface that requires you to perform some simple mathematical operations before it will allow you to launch your little Gmail missive into cyberspace:

 
Reporting on the new service in October, software engineer Jon Perlow included among examples of "sending messages you wish you hadn't":  "the time I told that girl I had a crush on her over text message. Or the time I sent that late night email to my ex-girlfriend that we should get back together" and "that late night memo -- I mean mission statement -- to the entire firm."

He adds, "By default, Mail Goggles is only active late night on the weekend as that is the time you're most likely to need it."

Although the new system may reduce the number of embarrassing incidents, it does raise other questions:

• What implications does this have for journalists such as conservative "Vodkapundit" (aka Stephen Green), who "drunkblogged" the political debates this past season?

• And as a historian, I of course have to ask: Would the past have turned out differently if our forebears had had this technology to force them to pause before dipping the quill in the inkwell or rushing out to the telegraph office?  I tend to think first of the winestained eighteenth-century police informants' reports that Robert Darnton discovered in the Parisian archives.  But what of the world-historical:  Could Mail Goggles have prevented, say, the "Zimmermann Telegram"? The Austrian ultimatum to Serbia in 1914?

• And most important:  what can you do about people who show no good judgment, day or night, drunk or sober?

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Speaking of German Shepherds

Domini Canes. Speaking of German Shepherds, I came across this the other day:

Friday, November 07, 2008

Hampshire College '08 Election Night

Full commentary on the history and politics blog.

Change You Can Motherf***ing Believe In!

Tired of all that non-partisan nonsense?

from Jewcy:
What's happened since Rahm Emanuel was last in the White House, acting under assorted titles as a chief strategist for Bill Clinton? Well, he became a U.S. representative from Chicago. His brother Ari, the overcaffeinated Hollywood superagent, inspired the character of Ari Gold on Entourage, played to Emmy-winning perfection by Jeremy Piven, who's not so much a caricature as a Platonic ideal of the real thing. And Rahm is a lot like his West Coast sibling. He talks like a sailor spending shore leave at David Mamet's house, and his menacing-hilarious theatrics have earned him as many enemies as they have compulsively readable magazine profiles.

Full article:Change You Can Motherfucking Believe In
How Rahm Emanuel Will Manage Obama's White House