Friday Links

Buckle up. Lots of stuff this week.

A brief but vivid demonstration that paper is not dead:

Longtime blog reader Anthony Lee Collins pointed me to this wonderful glimpse into Batman v. Supermanwhat might have been:

You’ve probably already heard, but scientists have directly detected gravity waves for the first time.

This photo of Jeb and Barbara Bush, found here, just makes me happy. It’s like she’s saying “What was that, punk? What’d you say about my kid? You wanna come up here and say it to my face?” and Jeb is all “Mom, please, you’re embarrassing me in front of the voters…”

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I can’t seem to find the original link – it was somewhere on Imgur – but this is just about the funniest, coolest thing I’ve seen all week:

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Post script – as I was trying and failing to rediscover my original source for those, I came across this picture of Foster on a skateboard, looking more athletic than I have ever or will ever in my entire life:

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And that is all.

So I Heard You Like Calculus Jokes

If you know me irl, chances are you’ve already been subjected to some of these jokes. If you haven’t yet had that dubious honor, well, this post might convince you to keep it that way.

1.

Last week there was this great party for functions. All the famous functions were invited, like sin(x) and |x|. Well, 2^x happened to notice that her good buddy e^x was sitting all by himself, looking lonely and miserable. She said, “Hey, e^x, why don’t you integrate yourself into this party?” But e^x just shook his head and replied, “It wouldn’t make any difference!”

2.

Hey, baby. I wish I were f'(x), cuz I’d love to be tangent to those curves.

3.

Leibniz and Newton had a long-running dispute over which of them had discovered calculus. Leibniz claimed his work was entirely original, but Newton thought it was somewhat…derivative?

You’re welcome, Internet.

No, But Seriously

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Betsy has gotten really into Downton Abbey recently. She’s in the second-to-last season now. (I wanted to say “penultimate season” but I’m not wearing a monocle.) I haven’t been watching it like she has, but I’ve caught a number of scenes and the occasional full episode, so I’ve got some sense of what it’s like.

Now, fragments of a work are no basis for judging the whole thing, so I’m not making any pronouncements on the quality of the show overall. But I did notice early on that something about it bothered me, and I couldn’t figure out what.

The writing is excellent, and so is the acting. The costumes and sets are believable. The story seems tight, with good tension throughout. The directing feels good too, from what little I know about such things. It feels like it has all the elements of a near-perfect show. So what’s the problem?

I thought about it a while, and I think I know.

The problem is that the show takes itself seriously. Very, very seriously. Every scene, every line, is infused with such gravitas you’d think they were imparting the location of the Holy Grail whilst formulating a vaccine for death. After a while, you just want a breath of fresh air.

This got me thinking even more about the seriousness of stories and art in general.

At the risk of oversimplifying, I think a story can be either serious or lighthearted, and it can take itself either seriously or lightly. These options yield four possible combinations of content and tone, and I think it’s worth looking at each one separately.

1. Lighthearted content that takes itself lightly.

This is a good place to be. The story is fun, or silly, and knows it. Most comedies fall in this quadrant, at least to some degree. Monty Python – any episode or movie, take your pick – is absurd from start to finish and never pretends otherwise.

It doesn’t have to be comedy per se, though. Many action and adventure movies sit comfortably here too. The Indiana Jones films, despite their occasional serious moments, are mostly fun popcorn flicks, and they know it. A good time is had by all.

Except for that dude whose heart was ripped out of his chest. He had a really bad time.

2. Lighthearted content that takes itself seriously.

This is by far the worst, dumbest, least tolerable quadrant: silly stuff that thinks it’s serious.

The first example that springs to mind is Keeping Up with the Kardashians. I can think of no other show that treats such minute trivia with such an air of epic tragedy. A problem as minor as not being invited to a party is presented like it’s a sequel to Oedipus Rex. A similar phenomenon happens with over-the-top, over-detailed analysis of the minutiae of presidential campaign politics.

Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy watching both Kardashians and obsessive news coverage from time to time. They’re a kind of meta-comedy, fun in their own way. But they’re not what you’d call, you know, “good.”

Of course, all these judgments are heavily subjective. I personally find NCIS insufferable because it feels to me like it’s in this quadrant, but I suspect most people would disagree.

3. Serious content that takes itself seriously.

This is Downton Abbey. It’s also The MatrixMoby-Dick, Breaking BadLord of the RingsRequiem for a DreamDune, and a million other stories. Virtually all the foundational religious texts – the Bible, the Quran, the Tao Te Ching, the Lotus Sutra, and so on – are squarely in this quadrant.

It’s a tricky place to be. It can work if it’s done well, but if it fails, it can fail hard. Why? Because you have to have a truly serious, profound subject matter the entire time. If at any point you fall short, you drift back into the second quadrant – something flimsy with pretensions to grandeur – and you get into trouble.

And everyone gets into trouble to some degree or another. The Matrix sometimes believes its own religious symbolism a little too much. Moby-Dick tries to pass off encyclopedia entries about marine biology as high art. Lord of the Rings, my all-time favorite novel, is ridiculously pompous on occasion. Dune thinks “Kwisatz Haderach” is something you can say without giggling. The Lotus Sutra is very – how can I put this? – stupid. (Sorry, Buddhists.) The list goes on.

Nobody’s perfect. But some offenders are worse than others. For me, Downton Abbey fails somewhat – not spectacularly, but enough that it bothers me. I find Grey’s Anatomy much worse in this regard. Every drama, every obstacle, is presented as the end of the world. Well, the world can only end so many times before you begin to suspect it’s not really an apocalypse.

But, again, this is all subjective. The broad popularity of both Downton and Grey’s is proof that many people find the content and tone to be a suitable match. And I’m sure a lot of those same viewers would say Star Wars takes itself too seriously, too. (Especially the prequels – yeesh.)

4. Serious content that takes itself lightly.

For me, this is the sweet spot, the golden quadrant, the highest bullseye you can aim for. Why? Because an audience is never more thrilled than when you under-promise and over-deliver. And because serious things are far more dramatic and beautiful when contrasted with levity, just as paintings are more beautiful when darkness is contrasted with light.

So many of my favorite stories are in this quadrant.

Babylon 5 manages this beautifully. Yes, the tone does get serious when appropriate – sometimes deadly serious – and it does occasionally overplay its hand (e.g. Ivanova’s “God sent me” speech). But for the most part, B5 understands that even its greatest tragedies – like all great tragedies – have an element of comedy.

One of the saddest scenes I’ve ever watched on television is near the end of B5, season 4. A woman is sobbing over a man who loved her, who she loved in return, but never told him – and never can, because he has just sacrificed himself to save her life. I don’t think I’ve ever watched it without crying myself. But at the end of the scene, the woman says to her friend: “…maybe I should’ve tried just one more time. I could’ve done that for him. Now I can’t. At least I should have just boffed him once.”

Crying works best when you’re laughing too.

I’m not the biggest fan of Shakespeare, but I give him credit – he mixes plenty of comedy into even a tragedy like Hamlet. More modern examples include The Lion King (fitting, since the plot is based on Hamlet); Avatar: The Last Airbender; some of the standup comedy of Louis C. K.; and even Galaxy Quest. I’d also say that a lot of Marvel superheroes, like Spider-Man and Iron Man, live in this territory (whereas a lot of DC superheroes, like Superman and Batman, tend toward quadrant 3).

But for me, the ultimate expression of the quadrant 4 ideal – and this will surprise nobody – is Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Few shows can match Buffy for sheer emotional depth. The way it handles themes like sacrifice and love, power and responsibility, is something you have to see to believe. The way it depicts clinical depression in season 6 is unmatched on television as far as I know. And the season 5 episode “The Body” is absolutely, without qualification, the most realistic and resonant and beautiful depiction of death I’ve ever seen in any episode of anything.

And yet it’s also just about the goofiest show you could ask for. Monsters in cheap costumes? Check. Cheesy music and bad CG? Check. Ridiculous jokes in almost every episode? Check. Best of all is the title. How can you take a show seriously when it’s called Buffy the Vampire Slayer? You can’t – at least not at first. The title is absurd by design. “There is no way you could hear the name Buffy and think, ‘This is an important person,'” explains show creator Joss Whedon. In effect, for better or worse, the silly packaging acts like a bouncer at a night club – if you take your own tastes too seriously, you won’t get in.

Lest I start taking my own tastes too seriously, I’d better wrap this up. This is already a much longer post than I ever planned, and I do have a few other things I’d like to do today. See you Wednesday, hypothetical reader!

Friday Links

The new trailer for Batman v Superman is evidently not new at all – YouTube says it was published over six months ago – but it was new to me. At any rate, this film, which I had dismissed as a one-trick pony, is now looking much better than it has any right to be. If Ben Affleck can just learn any facial expressions besides grim & jaded, we’ll be good to go.

Meanwhile the Onion explains how caucuses work. A caucus, for those wondering, is “a system of voting for people who wish casting a ballot could be three hours longer and include being lectured to.”

And in actual (I hesitate to say “real”) politics, Cruz and Trump have made Jeb Bush seem positively sane by comparison.

At the gathering at Manchester’s Alpine Club, where Bush fielded questions from voters, he also advanced an establishment outlook: Republicans are about governing well — not just expressing anger.

Imagine that.

Have a stick-it-to-the-Man kind of weekend. You know, if you want to.

Facebook in the 1500s

From Galateo: The Rules of Polite Behavior by Giovanni Della Casa (1558), translated by Robert Peterson as Treatise of Manners and Behaviours (sixteenth century). The author warns against, well, Facebook:

And they doe asmuche amisse too, that never have other thing in their mouthe, then their children, their wife, and their nourse. “My litle boy, made mee so laughe yesterday: heare you: you never sawe a sweeter babe in your life: my wife is such a one, Cecchina told mee : of troth you would not beleeve what a wit shee hath:” There is none so idle a body, that will either intend to answer, or abide to heare suche foolishe prittle prattle. For it ircks a mans eares to harken unto it.

And he’s apparently spent some time in the business meetings of corporate America, too:

[And t]hey must not shewe them selves so afraide and fearefull to speake their mindes, when a man dothe aske their advise. For, it is a deadly paine to here them, & specialy if they be men, in ye Judgement of ye world, of good understanding and wisedome. What a fetching about is this, ere they come to ye mater? “Sir I beseche you pardon mee, if I doe not say well. I will speake like a gros man as I am: & grosly according to my pore skil. And Sir, I am sure you will but mocke me for it. But yet, to obey you…”

Quotes discovered via Charles Kightly’s wonderful book The Perpetual Almanack of Folklore (1987).

Go to L

Saying I’m “not really into” sports is like saying Pope Francis is “not really into” strip clubs. But even I know the Super Bowl is this Sunday. And, like any good copy editor, I can find a way to focus on the nerdiest, least exciting detail of the whole affair.

Take a look at the logo for the 2014 Super Bowl:

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And then the logo for last year’s Super Bowl:

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And now, finally, this year’s:

sb 50

Notice anything different?

They switched from roman numerals to arabic (a.k.a. “normal”) numbers. Now why would they do a thing like that?

I haven’t researched this much at all, but I can take a wild guess. The roman numeral for 50 is “L.” So they would’ve ended up with SUPER BOWL L. How do you pronounce that? Super Bowllllll.

I suspect something similar may happen with the Final Fantasy series. They do the roman numeral thing too, and they’re somewhere around Final Fantasy XV at the moment. But sooner or later, they either have to switch gears, or else try to market a game called Final Fantasy XXX to preteens.

Isn’t language fun?

can’t talk must edit

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