Tuesday, March 18, 2008

I Am Voting FOR Somebody Now

So...speaking of changing the game, Obama's speech.

Wow. Just wow.

I'm too young to have seen the Kennedy inauguration. About the most inspirational thing that's happened during my lifetime has been the fall of the Berlin Wall. But, even then, I was probably more concerned with my Transformers than the transformative winds sweeping through a suddenly refreshed world. Of course, it's not like I've had much to work with.

I mean, some speechwriter deserves a raise. I knew Obama was - refreshingly - good with the rhetoric and, like so many others, I've been swayed by the rush of energy as he thunders his stump speeches like he's delivering them from a pulpit. But this speech wasn't just oratory. This speech was one that showed he can thread the needle. After days, weeks, of being pummeled in the campaign this was a speech that showed he can pivot and deflect, turning attacks aside even as he deconstructs them, undermines them. Without ever giving them any justification at all for existing.

It's like he's been reading what's been on my mind lately. But while I've still been fingering around the edges, getting the strange taste on my tongue, as I mulled things over, he's already figured out the steps that follow. The ones that he needs to put that line of thoughts into action.

I've been on the fence. Worried that Obama had a soft underbelly. That he was going to be too lofty, too noble, to do what needed to be done to secure the nomination. Especially as the lizard brain of the conservative attack machine has begun to stir into life. Obviously, I've been in the anti-Hilldog camp for some time, think she'd be a poor choice for the nomination and have for some time, but I haven't ever really been what you'd call an Obama supporter.

But now?

Now, that man is my president. And I'm willing to work hard to ensure that happens.

Because he cranked that speech out of the park.

And I think that he can do even better, one day. At an inauguration, at a State of the Union, during a nationally televised address. One of those has the potential to echo down through the ages and set imaginations on fire years, decades from now. Yes he can.

SARCASTRO STRIKES SOFTLY!

Here's what I don't get about the Jeremiah Wright "scandal". Which, as far as I can tell boils down to the fact that someone Senator Obama has known for a long time said some things that he - and the majority of the American public - take issue with followed with the entire media collectively throwing their hankies in the air and coming down with a case of the vapors.

But, okay, so Wright's pastor said some inflamatory, unflattering things. And Obama listened to them. Gave them their due consideration and rejected them while still maintaining a cordial relationship with someone he respects. And this is supposed to be a bad thing?

You mean Obama might meet with, even, gasp, listen to people whose views he doesn't necessarily completely agree with? Wow, that man certainly doesn't deserve to be our next President.

Yes, I am aware. That's a picture of Mr. Exciting. Not the greatest character find of 199X since the Mad Evil Bomber (What Bombs At Midnight) There aren't any good screencaps out there, I'm afraid. But, then, it's more of a great concept than a great visual.

Yes!

E.J. Dionne rails against the corporate welfare queens.

Fairness is the grit of dirt buried inside of the metaphorical pearl that is the modern progressive argument.

But the pearl itself is that we're stronger together than we are when we're apart. That we must band together and bind ourselves in an equitable social contract or else we will be torn apart. The government that results is there to keep bad things from happening to you. And that's okay because that government is made up of, responsive, and ultimately responsible to you.

Change the Game

Digby wonders why we can't have nice things.

Hmph. Not exactly revelatory but an interesting (re)statement of a structural problem - an inherent disadvantage - faced by progressive politics. However, I don't like riddles without answers. So, let me clear my head here otherwise this is going to clog up the gears for a while.

Okay, well, so a lie can get halfway around the world before a truth has got its boots on. But that's only because the lie is scared of the truth catching up with it.

The solution, the question, is not figuring out how to lie better. To beat an entrenched opponent on their chosen field of battle is a withering conflict of attrition, one you only enter into when you're certain that your support and resources overwhelmingly outnumber theirs. And one you wage only when time and inevitability is on your side. Instead, the ideal is to get better.

In short, the answer lies in teach ourselves not how to run as fast as a lie but how to give the truth a tailwind. Not working at countering spin with spin, descending ever deeper into the maddeningly empty spiral where meaning is inherently flexible. But to improve at your ability to tell the truths that dispel it. To educate, to inform, to spread the wisdom that allows an enlightened public to beat back the dark shadows of ignorance. This is not a small or simple project. But, instead, one that will consume any number of resources and years of hard work tearing down the edifice of corruption and deception and erecting in its place an infrastructure of information. A world where the instant push-back fact checking of the political war rooms - that innovation of the cable news age - will be seen as aging predecessor. Slow and creaking in the face of a blistering storm of facts and fundamentals.

In other words, in so many ways, to push back. Hard. If that takes creating alternative networks to the bloated media conglomerates? If that takes passing out rhetorical trips and tactics; popularizing, publicizing them so that everyone in a barroom can debate as fiercely as any pundit. If that requires better education to train the public how to recognize and, above all, to think for themselves? If that takes becoming confident you can win the message on the merits? So be it.

After all, when you don't like the game being played then what can you?

The Limits of the Possible

Arthur C. Clarke has ventured into the impossible.

A great man, who graced us all in his time on this earth. Surely, he'll be missed.

Although I've always been more partial to Rama here's your obligatory 2001 YouTube clip:



Sigh.

Guild Wars: The State of My Game

Pretty much stopped playing.

I have come to despise Sacnoth Valley and nearly everything within the greater Charr Homelands.

Monday, March 17, 2008

NCAA Blogging: One Two Three Four FIF!!

You know, I haven't really been watching much college basketball this year. Don't know why, really, beyond a general malaise with all things sports related which stems fom a recognition, a growing realization, that the whole thing is a corrupt and corrupting bargain that I'd be better off staying well clear of. A massive scam to enrich the wealthy and distract the masses by playing on their tribalism. That, plus the U of M hoopsquad really sucked it up (Odd how I only get intellectually curious when my teams are losing, isn't it?). Still, the Big Dance is coming to my neck of the woods this year.

I've been furiously trying to play catch-up in order to fill out my brackets.

Looks like it might actually be a good little section of the tournament, too. Can't tell yet, exactly who's going to be there. Although it looks like the Jayhawks seem like a lock to get there. A lot of people seem to think they're do this year. I, however, am loathe to go against my simple guideline of always counting on Kansas to choke and choke early. But even if they revert to form then there's plenty of other good teams like the Clemson team I'm rather taken by (They're a #5 seed and, in case you haven't seen an NCAA tournament in the past twenty years, we'll get to why that's important in a bit but they have that intriguing combination of solid stats and right-now momentum that I look for when trying to see which lower seed's going to go far.) or Vandy whom they'll have to get through to there that might make it to Ford Field.

Granted, there are alo some clunkers out there like the Badgers or the Hoyas who play the kind of cloying, grinding, down-tempo ball that makes you wistful for a Pistons-Spurs series. But that's one of the things I like about college ball: there are distinct differences between the teams and their strategies. You know, for example, that Wisconsin is going to slow it down while a team like Clemson is going to push it up. You get to see the contrast and the clash between teams that aren't just running the same scheme, towards the same end. It's, you know, interesting. And since I might have an opportunity to score some tickets to the regional, I might just have a chance some of those teams up close.

One team I won't see, however, is the Spartans (Which is, you know, good. It is hard to overestate the depths of my loathing for the old Agricultural College. Hate Sparty so much.) since they've been shipped out to Denver for the South region. Meanwhile Portland, UNLV, USC, and Cal State are in the Midwest.

By the by, isn't it time they gave up the directional brackets - it's not like they actually make sense - and named them after some famous college ballers or something? I mean, instead of a West regional have, say, a John Wooden bracket. Instead of the South, it's the Smith. And so on. You know, something to honor the past like the Norris Division. Or whatever. Just an idea.

That MSU doesn't have a chance to play in Detroit while, say, Georgetown does isn't so good for Michigan State's chances since they don't get a shot at what are essentially two home games to get to the Final four, it also might not be so good for the city itself. There won't be a wave of green clad psuedo-Greeks descending on the town for a few days, going to shows and casinos, eating at the restaurants downtown, and pumping massive amounts of cash into the local economy.

On the other hand, while the folks from East Lansing, the metro area, and around the state who follow the Spartans won't be showing up, I highly doubt Ford Field is going to be anything less than packed. Wisconsin, for one, I know travels well. And March Madness means plenty of fans buying plenty of tickets. Which means not drawing those spectators from the area surrounding and including the Metro area but those folks - and the dollars they bring - from outside of the region. That's an infusion of cash not cannibalizing from a cash-strapped and jobless state (Seriously, the economy in Michigan sucks. It's not just bad, it's awful. Unemployment higher than the national average, among the leaders in foreclosures, restrictive tax policies that dissuade investments and start-ups, key markets depressed, and on and on. Oh well, the entire country will be joining us in the crapper soon enough, I guess.). Along with plenty of folk hopefully getting a chance to enjoy the sights the city has to offer - Ford Field, for one, is a world class venue - and helping to prove there's more to the city than bad jokes. You know, like the hip-hop mayor.

Not having the low-hanging fruit of a trip down I-94 dangling in front of them, I don't rate MSU's chances very highly. The talking point already streaming from Sparty nation is that they're a fifth seed, the same seed they were when they won the title in 2005. But of all the higher seeds, number 5s are among the most likely to fall. Since the tournament expanded there's only been three years when a 5 hasn't been upset, in the first round, by a 12. The dog wins that match-up about a third of a time. Which isn't really all that much but considering the supposed imbalance between a team that just misses out cracking a top four seed and either a struggling team from a power conference or an overachieving team from a midmajor, it's impressive. And means, on average, that a 12 SHOULD beat a 5 each and every year. And although MSU has managed to compile a flawless record - 4-0 so far - as a #5, that just means that they're overdue.

In other words, go Temple.

Script Frenzy: Angrying Up the Blood

I've been debating whether or not to do the Frenzy this year. I had fun doing it last year. Although, like with NaNo I "won" not with a finished product but, rather, through my unimpressive ability to string a lot of vaguely related words together. Oh, and my impressive ability to self-rationalize. That helped, too. In other words, I went well over the word count but didn't wind up with a finished script. Not until much later when I finally polished it off.

And, yes, it completely sucks. And I'm still proud of it.

And I do like the script format since it plays to what I perceive as my writing strengths: an ear for characterization through dialog and layered foreshadowing (Granted, most of it never pays off since I tend to get bored with things well before I finish them but I think I'm passingly adequate at getting that gun above the mantle, so to speak. Setting things up to pay off down the line since I tend to think in complicated webs of images and impressions.). And cover for what I perceive as a big weakness which is my tendency to focus on either dialog or description to the detriment, if not exclusion, of the other. Since a script is all about breaking up speach into dialog and description into discrete actions and the entire manuscript into small units that are easier to deal with my tendencies actually work with me rather than against me. Scenes come naturally to me. Plotting out how to get from one to the other is innate.

I'd really like to write more of them.

But, then, I could say that about a lot of things.

At the moment, though, I'm leaning against participating. It's the same reason I've been away here: too busy, too little time, too much going on. If the Frenzy were to happen in June or July, the way it did last year, then it wouldn't be such a big deal since I'd have more free time. If nothing else, I'd at least have fewer classes and finals to worry about. As it is, most of the night and weekend classes I'm taking this year wind up in the first week of May, meaning that April is the stretch run through them. Throw in work and everything else I'm committed to and, well, I don't know if I could do yet another project justice. As always, I'm not worried about reaching the finish line - which is measured in pages rather than word count this year making it, I'd think, even easier to accomplish - that would come in due time. What I am worried about is making it there with something worthwhile. I don't want to just write a bunch of drivel, in other words, this year, at this point, I'd like to have something I could shop around when I'm finished.

Then again, I just found out that, this year, you can write a comic book.

<-- Torn.

Happy Green Beer Day!

For obvious reasons, I hate St. Patrick's Day with a loathing. This, however, makes me feel somewhat better.



And, yes, I'm wearing green. Right now.

I'm BaAack!

Miss me?

Yes, not dead. My grand master plan of posting something once a day every day lasted all of...a week. But, not unlike GLaDOS, I remain still alive.

Now, about that whole two month long unexplained absence thing. Yeah, I had to take a leave of absence after the Giants won the Super Bowl in order to cleanse myself of all those Eli Manning jokes I've made over the years.

You might be expecting the usual sackcloth thing here. The somehow trying to make up for leaving this place in the lurch that I normally go through after falling silent. Well as far as explanations go all I have to say is...whoops?



But other than that, yeah, we'll be skipping the normally scheduled self-flagellation in favor of, you know, getting on with it.

I've just been busy. Been away. Been tired. Haven't been up to it. For far too long. And, so, once again, I'm setting out to correct that.

I have been writing. I just haven't been blogging. Been working, mostly, on my own things. The creative stuff I'm too afraid to reveal to, well, anyone. And that's been drawing on the finite resource of my time. Along with school and work and that other thing I'm not supposed to talk about. So, I haven't needed this place to keep busy. Which, really, is mostly what I've been using it for.

But, I think, the real reason I've been away is that back when I first started this blog I intended... Well, I'm not really sure just what I intended and that's, really, part of the problem. But I'd hoped it would give me a place to talk, to think some thoughts, an outlet to the greater world that I lacked, at the time. But, now, thanks to the courage I've drawn from stepping to the mic and stammering things out here and elsewhere, that's changed. I have people, real live actual people, to interact with again and that, more than anything, means that I don't have the need to hash things out here.

Ah well. Here's to a new start. Another rebirth. The next step in my journey to wherever it is that I'm going.

Things are going to be changing around here, of course. I'm going to start with sprucing the place up a bit. Some of the things around here have gotten a little threadbare from neglect. But I do have some stuff to post and we'll hopefully keep that rolling for a while this time.

Honest.