Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Gems From the Attic: a 1933 documentary




"Where shall we look for yesterday?"
Not in history books, if you ask me.

Films may be much better an option.

If you like  documentaries like the 1927 masterpiece, Berlin, the Symphony of a Metropolis, or Vertov's Man with a Movie Camera (1929), or the incomparable Joris Ivens - or any documentary about cities and life decades ago - chances are you will love this gem.

SCRAPBOOK FOR 1933 - reel 1 of 3


Enjoy.




The Right to Violence and Cynicism



On Monday, the Supreme Court of the U.S.A. has struck down a California law that banned the sale of violent video games to children.


The Californian law defined violent games as those “in which the range of options available to a player includes killing, maiming, dismembering or sexually assaulting an image of a human being” in a way that was “patently offensive,” appealed to minors’ “deviant or morbid interests” and lacked “serious literary, artistic, political or scientific value.


The Supreme Court, presided by Justice Antonin Scalia, argued that “Like the protected books, plays and movies that preceded them, video games communicate ideas — and even social messages — through many familiar literary devices (such as characters, dialogue, plot and music) and through features distinctive to the medium (such as the player’s interaction with the virtual world). That suffices to confer First Amendment protection."
He also pointed out that "depictions of violence have never been subject to government regulation".


True.
This argument is somewhat disingenuous and exasperating in its willful short-sightedness, but it is in compliance with the existing (clearly inadequate) legislation.


Furthermore, in the right hands it could be used to pose the very questions about the inadequacy of relevant legislation, therefore used for the good of society - for the good of a society that does not want every single value relativised and deconstructed into an obsolete word, a risible label. To protect the right NOT to be exposed to gratuitous violence.


But the argument of some commentators are just plain stupid - albeit criminally so. Here is a particularly irritating example.



The author, who conducted "a study" at Harvard, claims that the California state case was "built on assumptions — that violent games cause children psychological or neurological harm and make them more aggressive and likely to harm other people — that are not supported by evidence. "   



First of all, what evidence, and who is interpreting it?


By way of "evidence", this article presents us with a statement of a 13-year-old who said: “With video games, you know it’s fake.”  


The people interpreting this "evidence" are, like the author, clearly a priori of the opinion that the ill effects of violence are merely an assumption. (Tell that to social workers around the world!)


But the author then goes on to say: "In the end, the case serves only to highlight how little we know about this medium and its effects on our children."
 
??!

If you know so little, then why the hell are you talking about this, and backing your assumptions with Harvard studies, to boot?  


Anyway, I would say that having to have security guards regularly inspect and disarm school-children - who are, by the way, increasingly in need of psychological help and are being drugged en masse by OTC "medicines" - I would say that constitutes pretty reliable "evidence" that something is seriously amiss. Because such things were practically unheard of until the 1990s.(There were scandalous isolated cases, of course; and they were scandalous because they were isolated cases.)


Now think: which is the one factor that separates earlier incarnations of our Western culture from ours today?
The media. Television. The internet. All prodigious inventions that could have brought the light to billions - and, up to a point, they have - but were abused, in a typically human fashion, and perverted into ultra-fast catering to the basest of human impulses - the kind of impulses that spread the fastest, like - literally - the plague. 
And all, TO PERVERT PEOPLE INTO SPINELESS CONSUMERS, not only of material goods, but of ideologies.
That's the bottom line.  


Or has humankind "evolved", all by itself, as if living in a vacuum, into a degenerate race of blood-thirsty, crazy toddlers? How did this happen? Where are the studies explaining that?  


Notice the deviously isolated subject of this study: "... that violent games [my emphasis] cause children psychological or neurological harm and make them more aggressive..."  


Violence is violence. The mind does not recognise differences between virtual and non-virtual violence, or indeed, among kinds of violence. The intellect does; but the wider conglomerate of sense-based cognition that drives our experience of the world - starting by the limbic system - does not. Violence is a destructive force, pure and simple. It takes impure and willfully perverse (or hopelessly obtuse) reasoning to twist this basic reality into "anything-goes" sophistry.
You shouldn't need a PhD to figure that one out.  


EVERYTHING starts as an impulse in the mind, as an image, as a fleeting fantasy. And everyone - certainly a Harvard study-conductor - should know that image equals example. And like breeds like. Violence breeds more violence.


The ultimate argument of such brave defenders of liberty is, inevitably, the claim that restrictions open the door to arbitrary censorship.

It's as a vacuous argument, as is the rest of the arguments of the defenders of the uglier "liberties". (Yes, I am using quotation marks because lax values, if any, do not constitute freedom. In fact, they lead to slavery, to spineless acquiescence.)  



If you prohibit one thing on the basis of certain criteria, it does not follow automatically that this would foster increasingly arbitrary decisions in the future. As long as we keep using our intellect, we CAN decide what is acceptable and what not as we go, can't we?


The actual reasoning behind the least sinister (but no less harmful) arguments amounts to: "Who are we to decide what is 'good' and what 'bad', and who are we to impose either on anyone?"  


Yes, indeed. If you're talking sub specie aeternitatis, then you can easily reduce Cheops' pyramid into a molehill. (And Stalin into a misguided but ultimately not-bad Uncle Joe.)
 

But our daily lives are not fashioned in the light of eternity, and the question is: what kind of society do we want to live in?


And how about the right NOT to be exposed to violence and oversexualisation?
Who is fighting for those?
California was; and it was defeated.


"Rights" also imply an ability to choose. But how can a person who has been practically indoctrinated from the day s/he was born choose anything that is not what s/he is familiar with?


One thing I definitely agree about with the author of the "study" above and the supporters of this line of thought: it IS perverse, and it IS pretend.


Only, I am not talking about video games.

To end this on a positive, constructive note, here's a suggestion: how about conducting a study on WHAT exactly does cause the surge of mindless violence among the very young that has started in the 1990s and shows no signs of dying down?


I would suspect that most thinking and sentient human beings already have an idea of what is causing it. But if Harvard & Co. need to be convinced of it, so be it.


Only, it would have to be conducted and the results assessed by a panel of truly independent-thinking people who prefer the truth to the sound of their own voice and the sight of their name in the New York Times.



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Sunday, 26 June 2011

Your followers and you - a new chapter



According to an article published in today's New York Times,  a number of companies are busy analysing and rating millions upon millions of Twitter, Facebook and other "social networks" users, in order to determine - or rather, establish - their social influence. In other words, not only will they be counting the number of your "friends" and "followers", but also examining what can you make them do. Then they will score you. And then they will publish their scores. Online.


I can literally hear the stampede of millions of feet - or rather, fingers - rushing over keyboards, to make hay, as much of it as humanly possible, as quickly as inhumanly made possible by their overtaxed computers.


It will be interesting to see how much genuine communication - and how quickly - this latest rating competition will erode. Or rather, it would be interesting. I don't have a Twitter or a Facebook account, and I do not foresee having any such inclinations in the near or distant future. And yes, I know you can read messages on both even without having an account, but I am not that interested in pursuing this particular line of research. Besides, I am sure there is some PhD thesis on the subject being hatched as we speak.


What could possibly the purpose of such rating be? 
Duh - money, what else?
The only other - theoretical - option I can think of would be to destroy the influence of Twitter, Facebook & Co. A very cunning and daringly surreptitious plan. 


Unfortunately, there is little space for such subtleties in the online global community. The "social networks" seem to be actively populated mostly by adolescent-minded people - and adolescents are typically very mindful of other people's opinions. In fact, few matrons or grandpas are as conservative and conventional in their mindset as the average teenager.


Still, there is no reason for you to have other people's standards imposed on you. There is always an elegant solution to every predicament. This case is no exception.
And you know what the solution is.




29. VI. 2011
EDIT to add this hilarious video:

















Thursday, 23 June 2011

The Saddest Day of the Year


Unbelievably, it is upon us once again. The longest day of the year, the shortest night of the year.

I cannot fathom the mentality of those who, for long centuries, have celebrated this day, Midsummer, and still do. The Sol Invictus is beating a retreat. The culmination of its power marks the beginning of its inevitable descent. 
It's not Light who's winning today - it's Darkness.

I have been depressed by "midsummer" ever since the day when I first found out its astronomical meaning. Conversely, from that same day on I have been celebrating December 21st  - celebrating genuinely, in my heart. It is the gladdest day of the year. From then on, no matter how dark it might get yet, light is winning, slowly but steadily.

Still, make hay while you can. Wander through the woods; perhaps a fern seed will fall in your shoes and you will be able to understand the language of animals, as a lovely old folk tradition promises. 
Go pick St John's Wort (ironically enough, the premier natural remedy for depression) which derives its name from St John's feast (June 24th), when this wonderful flower is at the peak of its strength and should be harvested.
Enjoy the fireflies' magical, mysterious dance. 
And cherish the light. Store it and preserve it, like you would do with ripe, sweet cherries, so that it might last you through the dark days.



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Saturday, 11 June 2011

The best short story ever told




For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

Forever the single most convincing proof of Hemingway's - well, someone's - writing talent, and the best thing he ever wrote.

I wish I had thought of it myself.











Tuesday, 7 June 2011

She STOLE my labia!




This article by dr. Lissa Rankin is bound to become an instant bestseller, that much is sure.
I'll borrow one - possibly the tamest one - of the true horror stories from her gyn-ob practice.


You Stole My Labia
One of my patients sued me for stealing her labia. Swear to God. I performed a standard gynecologic procedure, and I swear I didn’t steal any body parts, but a few days after I met her, another doctor called my office and said, “I’ve got this woman here, Mabel Nile. She says you removed her uterus and her bladder and cut off her labia and licked her clitoris, with no anesthesia, right there in your office. But I took a look at her, and all her parts appear to be where they’re supposed to be. What did you do to her, anyway?”

A few days later, I got a letter from Mabel, addressed to “Dr. Rankinstein.” On the outside of the envelope was a child-like drawing of a spiky instrument next to two little rectangular boxes. Written on the envelope in red pen was, “You have something of mine, and I want it back.” Inside, I found a note, handwritten on lined notebook paper with scratchy, halting letters. “You stole my labia. Where did you put them? In the lab?”

A few weeks later, I received a notice that Mabel was suing me for stealing her labia. When I showed up in court, Mabel was already sitting on the other side at the plaintiff’s table. The judge said, “Ms. Nile. Please state your case.”
“That doctor…” She turned and pointed a sausage finger at me. “SHE STOLE MY LABIA!” she yelled, slamming her fists on the podium. “She’s got ‘em in a jar somewhere. In the lab. They’re gone. Wanna see?” She started to pull down her plaid pants. “SHE’S HOLDING THEM HOSTAGE!  I just want my labia! TELL HER TO GIVE ME BACK MY LABIA!” she bellowed. The bailiff stood up beside her, but the judge shook her head. Mabel stared into space, and the judge asked her to take her seat.

The judge shook her head and ruled in my favor. I won my counter-suit for malicious prosecution, and Mabel still owes me $100.

That was many years ago, and I have long since forgiven Mabel. I hope she found help, and most of all, I hope she finally discovered that her labia are right there between her legs, where they’ve been all along.

If you think that's bad - or hilarious - you will not believe the following stories. But beware: IF YOU'RE SQUEAMISH, DO NOT EVEN PEEP.


(Of a woman who used her vagina as a handbag... Literally.)


(A picturesque modern parable about the importance of education.)

(So did I.)


And I thought that couple - husband and wife, both around 36 years old - who, years ago, came to a hospital because the wife had severe abdominal "cramps", only to discover that she was pregnant and due any minute (she gave birth a few hours later)... I thought they were bad.


P.S. I told you so.



Saturday, 4 June 2011

Julie... WHO?



A friend came to my hotel room today and, waving a British newspaper at me, asked me in a tone of puzzled, almost squeamish disgust:

"Who is this woman? And why is she famous?" 
(I should point out right now that neither of us is British.)

Another friend, a fellow journalist (who is British), peered over our shoulders and said: "Hah! Because her publicist said so." 

"Ah - not so!" I replied, pointing to a page from a popular online encyclopaedia. "Look what a fine mind from the Observer wrote about her":

If Burchill is famous for anything it is for being Julie Burchill, the brilliant, unpredictable, outrageously outspoken writer who has an iconoclastic, usually offensive, view on everything.

This quote reminds me of those parents who call their screaming and mentally challenged brats "spirited" and "independent-minded". 
Then again, the impulse behind said quote might have been just the author's possible - and possibly justified - fear of being spat at in public. Not by the public, I might add.

If nothing else, he got the first part right, all right.
What puzzles me is the basis of this fame, or rather notoriety.
She is the kind of person that people love to hate, to use the brilliant Hollywood tagline used to sell the soi-disant Count Erich Oswald Hans Carl Maria von Stroheim und Nordenwall (born as Erich Oswald Stroheim, not an Austrian prince but the son of a Jewish hatmaker from the Vienna ghetto, a fact that should appeal to Miss Burchill, which is why we mention it here).

Still, you would expect a reasonable source of attraction underlying, and feeding, that pet "hate" - much like the unseemly attraction of evil debasement in von Stroheim's characters.

In the case of an "outspoken" and "iconoclastic" journalist you would expect at least a modicum of wit or acerbic intelligence (however misguided). 

I can understand why many people admire - and love to hate - Christopher Hitchens, for example.
I do not find him all that admirable, and I certainly do not love to hate him.
In fact, I do not hate him at all; and quite often, I feel sorry for him.
(No, not because he's ill, but because his own intellect is a severely misfiring and self-defeating weapon. Apparently no friend has made him see that his irrationality is making him sick - possibly literally. Or maybe he just didn't listen to them. Or maybe he just can't help himself.)
But at least he has the wit to respond - and often attack, unprovoked - with a certain feel for the situation and a coherence of thought. He can be witty. 
I do not admire Hitchens - but I "get" him.
I get his fame and attraction in certain circles. And I respect it.

But how can anyone find anything remotely interesting in a person - a journalist, no less - who counters the following statement:

"You think yourself madly clever but ... you seem trapped in juvenility."

 with this reply: 

"... Fuck off you crazy old dyke. Always, Julie Burchill." ?

It might be predictably funny as a scene from a film a la Shirley Valentine or Educating Rita.
And, of course, it would not be out of place as a sketch in Monty Python.
In fact, I can think of quite a few MP sketches based on this type of interlocution.

But outside the world of Monty Python it is not funny. There is no wit there, acerbic or otherwise, no sly observation, no bon mot... Nothing, nothing at all. It is the type of retort that the local schoolyard bully - you know the type: all brute force and loud mouth, not one grey cell to spare - would utter.
And for a purported journalist, such lack of wit is astounding.
How could this person be a journalist for respectable newspapers - and for several decades, no less?
It boggles the mind. It certainly lessens my respect for the Times and the Guardian and the Observer. (My respect for the Sun, however, remains untouched.)

I have no dog in this race and could not care less about either of the protagonists of this uneven and decidedly dull duel of pens. 
But I can nod in agreement with the very last sentence of another thing her opponent, somewhat clumsily, told her:
 
"I am read around the world from Japan to South America, and the basis of my fame is not just journalism ... You are completely unknown outside England."

Yes, you are - except perhaps as a freak show.
And, if I may presume to speak on behalf of said world, it is no great loss.

Are YOU a yahoo?




You'd have to be to look for answers on Yahoo Answers.
 
Said website was one of the earliest shocks in my web surfing career. And unlike many websites, it hasn't really grown - it just goes on and on, in all its glorious ignorance. Which makes perfect sense, considering its concept (for people who know nothing, by people who know nothing).
 
Yahoo Answers often come up among prominent search results. And sometimes, a snippet of a sentence catches my eye. That's how I have gained some insight into the mind-bending dimensions of ignorance that is crippling the world.

And let's not even go into the "expertise" of the respondents.
Just yesterday I happened to see a question asking whether Epsom salts really work for constipation.

The "best answer", chosen by the asker, started thusly: "Yuck! I've never even heard of that", followed by an offer to explain the "scientific background" of constipation.
 
This person claims to know the "scientific background" for constipation - but has never even heard of Epsom salts, one of the most widely prescribed OTC remedies? (And BTW: no, it doesn't work for everyone.)

I think impersonating "experts" should be strictly prohibited, actually.
 
But what really gets me is this sort of question: 
"What is a reduction sauce?" 
(This is an actual question on YA.) 

If you invest the same amount of energy, time and grey cells by typing this same question - or even just "reduction sauce" - into the search box of any search machine, you will get this, the first three results being:


Reduction (cooking) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Reduction-Sauce Basics: The Splendid Table


What is a Reduction Sauce?


Apparently there are lots and lots of people who do not even think of finding the answer to their questions by searching for them directly (we're talking about very basic knowledge, not requesting personal opinions)... but they do know how to find Yahoo Answers?
Some even request homework help - instead of simply entering their query in the search machine. 
It's as if the thought of using Google (or any other search machine) for something else than just going to Yahoo Answers has never occurred to them.

What I mean is, how stupid - or functionally illiterate - can you be to be unable to use a search machine for finding answers directly and would rather waste time waiting for others to Google up the answers?

Do you understand why this is alarming, to say the least?
Of course you do. If you did not, you would never be caught reading this blog. :)
You'd be on Yahoo Answers.
And you wouldn't even know why it is so appropriate that it should be called - yahoo.







Thursday, 2 June 2011

The Dukan Diet - no longterm success?



That's what Lynx, from our sister blog, has found out. 
Apparently, almost 80 % of dieters following the (in)famous Dukan diet - perhaps it should be called the "Carole Middleton diet"? - regained their weight after two years (and around 36 % after a year).

Read more about it here, where it is explained in great detail.