I'm testing my Olympus E-1 Zuiko 35mm macro lens with a new diffuser lamp assembly:

I code in Python, I don't gotta declare
drop vars left and right, interpreter don't care
and you'll notice my keyboard ain't got much wear
That's cuz py code is short like your schlong, with typing loose like your mom,
and curly braces missing like geeks at the prom,
all in this lovely little language by guido van rossum.
Patri Friedman
"...some python nerdcore lyrics I came up w/ yesterday while biking home..."
(with express permission)
Today's QOTD is a bit of background on the graphic novel "Roswell, Texas" by L. Neil Smith and Scott Beiser, which has been serialized in webcomic form on the Bighead Press website. It's a kick, and I recommend it highly.
Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
Scott Beiser and L. Neil Smith's Roswell, Texas is now online, serialized in webcomic fashion. I believe that my dear, recently deceased friend Chris Tame has a cameo somewhere in the comic's future.
One of the pleasures of having a Netflix subsription is being able to add oddball titles to my queue, click-and-forget, and receive it later as a "surprise." One such title is a short wine documentary, "John Cleese's Wine for the Confused":
Wine snobs, beware: Monty Python's witty John Cleese aims to educate the masses with this enlightening, snoot-free wine guide. Cleese guides wine novices through the basics -- finding wines you like, getting the best value, and serving and storing wine at home. His vintner's tour includes lessons in wine vocabulary and identifying subtle flavors. Not a fan of snobbery in the least, Cleese also reveals how to cork up condescending sommeliers.
Unlike a commentator in the IMDB entry, I'm not surprised Cleese would do such a documentary: in the early 90's, working for a company in London, I found the tedium of mandatory training videos greatly lessened with Cleese as presenter. He has an impressive resume of this type of stuff.
I recently did some driving through Nevada and California, working remotely from a number of hotels. I loaded up my iPod (which I connect to a Pioneer black box installed behind the dash, itself interfaced with the sound system's head unit) with music, podcasts, and audio books (almost all of it purchased on iTunes,) including an unabridged copy of:
"Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side to Everything," by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner.
I thoroughly enjoyed the 6 hours of sometimes humorous, often surprising and counterintuitive anecdote. I highly recommend it: I do enjoy economic storytelling, from Braudel to Postrel to Friedman Jr. and now these guys.
Anyone else encountered this book or its audio equivalent?
I will add the qualification here that the work does gloss over the correlation between concealed carry laws and violent crime, primarily since the authors took John R. Lott as the authority on the matter... which is a double shame, since there's much there to explore, and since Lott seems to have screwed the pooch with respect to the issue of academic integrity.
Curt Howland has pointed me to a relevant blog entry hosted by the Ludwig von Mises Institute.
The Sci Fi Channel will be airing all episodes of Firefly starting 22 July 2005.
Jim Lesczynski reports that "The Daily Show with Jon Stewart" on Comedy Central is repeating last night's new episode tonight at 4pm Pacific (7pm Eastern) time, with the 18 February 2003 segment in which he was featured, "Guns For Tots," spliced in.
This got slashdotted yesterday: Darth Vader's blog (or one of them.) My ribs hurt.
Bruce Sommer informs me that Apple has released the online trailer for "Serenity," the film adaptation of Joss Whedon's tragically short-lived "Firefly" television series. It looks fantastic!
Thanks to Anton Sherwood for pointing this out a few minutes ago on a mailing list:
In Sunday's "Beetle Bailey" strip (linked today by FFF), Pvt Plato writes a minarchist screed on walls, even supporting selfishness.
For non-American readers, Beetle Bailey is a very well known American icon, syndicated in newspapers for decades.
Renny Manne has done an interesting podcast on the Firefly phenomenon.
Just saw this a few minutes ago on a SuperBowl TV commercial: Richard Branson & Volvo team up in a contest to give away a suborbital flight on Virgin Galactic.
Mark Quon added an extensive set of recommendations to my post about "The Incredibles" yesterday; I'll be renting a few of those titles through Netflix myself.
Computer, compute to the last digit the value of pi.
Spock
TOS, Wolf in the Fold
The New York Times is pushing hard on campus to pick up new student subscriptions for the paper edition: for the last few weeks, they've been giving away free copies, many of which end up as seat blotters on rainy benches. I picked up a copy last Thursday, and glanced through a fascinating and typically snide review of the Disney/Pixar flick "The Incredibles" which opened this last weekend. One of the reviewer's complaints was that the film apparently expressed, under the veil of comedy, an unrepentent disdain for mediocrity. The reviewer speculated that Ayn Rand was a likely influence on the filmmakers. Intruiging!
This morning, the first thing my o-chem professor asked me in lab was, "Have you seen 'The Incredibles'?" He was raving about it. I guess I should check this film out. Anyone seen it yet?
The other way makers learn is from examples. For a painter, a museum is a reference library of techniques. For hundreds of years it has been part of the traditional education of painters to copy the works of the great masters, because copying forces you to look closely at the way a painting is made.
Writers do this too. Benjamin Franklin learned to write by summarizing the points in the essays of Addison and Steele and then trying to reproduce them. Raymond Chandler did the same thing with detective stories.
Hackers, likewise, can learn to program by looking at good programs-- not just at what they do, but the source code too. One of the less publicized benefits of the open-source movement is that it has made it easier to learn to program. When I learned to program, we had to rely mostly on examples in books. The one big chunk of code available then was Unix, but even this was not open source. Most of the people who read the source read it in illicit photocopies of John Lions' book, which though written in 1977 was not allowed to be published until 1996.
Paul Graham, in "Hackers and Painters"
Thanks to David Purves for the pointer to an entertaining article published yesterday, "The Monetary Economics of Thurston Howell II (sic)," which I've discovered is also today the subject of intense discussion on Slashdot.
"Keep Your Jesus off My Penis: The Video"... pretty funny stuff, from a guy with an obvious ax to grind.
Monica White has really gotten the Firefly bug: today, her extended recommendation of the series, "The Ascendance of Firefly,' was published on the Objectivist culture site The Atlasphere. It's particularly interesting to see how a Joss Whedon fan site has reacted to Monica's just-release piece. See also Monica's short announcement of the piece on her own blog, and the interesting speed with which some Whedon fans have engaged her in some image-correcting commentary. I love the Web.
I'm answering email just now, with a local Mandarin-language cable TV channel playing in the background (2 years of Mandarin in college, gotta keep it up... besides, I admit to a silly fascination with "Pawnshop No. 8"), when I see an advert for my dentist - a part-time semiretiree who's also a professor at a local dental college - and glanced a white guy with black hair leaning back in The Chair. What the hell? Wonder if that was me... don't remember consenting to filming. I did spend an inordinate number of visits recently getting my dentition reconstructed from the effects of "overlarge crown placement... aiyah!" from a few years ago.
This reminds me... every dentist I've ever had - American, English, Filipino, Persian, Japanese, Taiwanese - seems to have been drilled in The Dark Art of Attempting Dialogue With a Patient Pinned Helpless with Cheek Retractors.
I often keep the Fox News Channel playing in the background while I work, and the last couple of days I've heard the occasional newstwit breathlessly report on incidents of "price gouging" during and after the recent hurricane there. I'd been wanting to comment on the idiocy of the whole "price gouging" thing, but have been knee-deep in work. Doug Allen, I think, has said what I wanted to say (thanks Patri) in 'The "G" Word."
I really enjoy this woman's writing: "Science Friction," by Monica White.
Relatedly, Monica has informed me that she's working on an extended, adapted version of her Firefly review (of course she loves it too) for The Atlasphere, which I'll pass along when she tells me it's been published.
There have been posters for the movie up around LA for a few weeks now, saying "Alien vs. Predator: Whoever wins, we lose." Remarkably appropriate for an election year..
Roxanne,
How are things in Seattle? Quieter, I hope. I had a close call today, I tracked a goblin in on my shoe. Actually, to be precise, my boot, since I was luckily wearing my black leather western-style riding boots. At first, I thought it was a chunk of mud and hay from the pasture out back. Its arms and legs looked like twigs and were covered up by the real pieces of hay and grass and dead vegetation that had been captured by its evil stickiness. I didn't realize what it was until I had pried it off my boot with my Buck Knife. Something about the way it hit the carpet just wasn't right for a mud-clod. That attracted my scrutiny and allowed me to see past the camouflage, that and the smell. The goblins here don't smell very strong, unless they're in rut and mark at you, but even during the dry season they have a putrid wrenching metallic stench that isn't any more pleasant for being subtle.
It had obviously been a typically ugly little abomination, even before I accidentally smashed it with my boot: all head and spindly appendages, like a cross between Humpty-Dumpty and a daddy-longlegs, but with a gross parody of a human face with a gaping slash of a snaggle-toothed mouth across its belly and rank greasy black hair everywhere but the face. The head-body was about two inches in diameter and the arms and legs were around six to eight inches long. I don't doubt that the thing that had saved me from its toxic bite was the sterling silver decorations you sent me for my boots, the toe-tips and faux spurs, one of which still held a nasty little gobbet of goblin-stuff on its point. The eyes had burst under the pressure and still leaked rancid jelly onto my carpet. I was pretty sure it was really dead, since I'd never seen one reanimate with its eyes busted. Still, you can't be too careful, so I got out the tongs and brought it over to the fireplace receptacle and flash-burned it into grey ash and a puff of grey-green smoke that vanished up the vent. Then I popped a beer from the fridge and congratulated myself on a job well done. Thanks again for the silver
boot decorations.
Harley, down the road, has a suggestion for the Troll in your culvert out at the country place. He says the red-orangey ones with big green teeth, like you have, are resistant to the Black Flag Troll-Away and the Raid Trollacide, too, which would explain why those didn't work for you. He says the only way to get rid of this kind is to immobilize them with liquid nitrogen and throw them into a volcano, which would be very expensive. He also says you could wait until a really cold night, fifteen below or colder, and very carefully toss a loop of rope onto it while it's sluggish and just drag it twenty or thirty miles away and leave it by the culvert or bridge of some rich S. O. B. who could afford to have it frozen and transported to Hawaii. I assume you know this is illegal as well as dangerous. Until you figure out what to do about this, I guess you'll just have to keep using the back road into your place.
Your suggestion about the deal with the cookies has solved my brownie problem; I haven't seen a single one for over a month and the cows have been undisturbed. Now, if I could just figure out an easy way to clean the fairies off the windshield of my pickup...
Sincerely Yours,
Rocky Frisco
"Varmints"
Monica White also recommends the Firefly series in her own article appropriately entitled, er, "Firefly" (scroll down, after the article entitled "Bugged.")
Claire Wolfe recommends the Firefly series in this article, "Hardyville in Space."
A few days ago, Monica White pointed me in the direction of the Quent Cordair Fine Art gallery in my own neighborhood. Today, I find out about an exhibition in the neighboorhood of St. James Wood in London (which many years ago was my neighborhood too): Jack Vettriano, at the Portland Gallery. Sounds very interesting indeed... too bad I can't see it in person anytime soon. Of course, some of Vettriano's work seems like the type of thing that the Cordair Gallery might carry someday. Hmm....
About three weeks ago, I wrote that my friend Monica White had indirectly informed me (through her blogroll) of the existence of the Quent Cordair Fine Art Gallery in Burlingame, California, about a mile from San Francisco International Airport.
Well, on Saturday - on a whim - I suggested to Peggy that we head up to the gallery for the short remainder of the afternoon. We arrived about two hours before closing... and left about an hour after closing.
I'd called ahead to confirm that the gallery was, as indicated on their website, indeed open for the afternoon. When we arrived, a friendly lady greeted us and, upon hearing my voice, recognized me from my call-ahead. When I mentioned my name, she remarked that it sounded familiar, and that she'd actually - somehow - come across my blog recently and had even recommended that a friend of hers named "Carter" (whose contact I welcome) contact me about gun-related issues! I was happily astounded. I quickly found out that this friendly - and sharp - lady is Linda Zimmerman, the director of the gallery.
Linda spent the better part of three hours talking with me about the purpose of the gallery, the only one of its kind in the world, specializing strictly in high-quality painting and sculpture of the Romantic Realist variety (see Ayn Rand's "Romantic Manifesto" for an in-depth introduction to the genre.) I was deeply impressed at the operation, the selection, and the director. The storefront has had 8 years of profitable operation, but its recent years of online operation alone keep it sufficiently profitable that it can continue in business, without diluting its collection with low-quality pieces which would otherwise meet "school of art" requirements or with technically high-quality pieces which are outside those stated requirements.
The gallery itself has on display about one-third its total collection, the other two-thirds of which is in storage, but pieces of which can be viewed by the seriously interested. The walls are arrayed with paintings, as would be expected, and a number of bronzes are also on display. Linda encourages a healthy, tactile approach to the sculptures: touch them. At one point in our long, animated chat, she took my right hand and placed it on the hip of this statue, "Gratitude" by Danielle Anjou:
This is a lovely piece, and was strangely reminincent of the 1987 Boris Vallejo cover art for the Robert A. Heinlein novel "To Sail Beyond the Sunset," itself a triumphalist riff on Sandro Botticelli's "The Birth of Venus." I love it, probably as much as Monica White loves Bill Mack's alto-relief sculpture "Forever," which was not on display the day I visited... but which I hope Monica can eventually acquire.
Linda and I talked each other's ears off, happily, while Peggy enjoyed one of the overstuffed leather couches near the front of the gallery. We talked about the business of art, and the multifarious ways the gallery has connected Romantic Realist artists, including the recently immigrated Chinese master Han Wu Shen, with deeply appreciative customers, including passionate-but-temporarily-impecunious college students who've arranged payment plans for their "must have" pieces. We talked about a great many other things, with most of the conversation led by Linda cheerily educating me in the business of her gallery, and with me responding with semi-articulate "Wows!" and "Cool!"
I do plan to spend quite a bit more time in the gallery, and may even hold a party of friends there in the near future. Yes, I did say "party"... anyone interested? It would be a great excuse to gather a few dozen of my closest friends and acquaintances in a fantastic setting near the near San Francisco. This is a very real possibility, since Linda did say that the gallery encourages people to hold their parties there. I'm thinking sometime in September, when my good friend Tom Burroughes is in town visiting from London with his girlfriend: first a morning sailing on the Bay (Tom's a qualified yachtsman), then shooting at the range, then a catered affair that night - after cleaning up - at the Quent Cordair Fine Art gallery... sounds like good living to me.
Someone, some months ago, recommended to me that I rent and view the 1950 Jimmy Stewart western flick " Winchester '73." I did rent it, and watched it tonight, courtesy of Netflix. I thoroughly enjoyed it. There were a number of interesting surprises, not the least of which was a young Rock Hudson in a minor role, the plains Indian chief "Young Bull."

I meant to publish this a couple of days ago, but since I've been busy with work and school, I simply made some quick notes on an index card, which I'm posting here now.
On Tuesday of this week, while wrapping up some work and getting ready to head out to my night class, I had the TV in the background tuned to the Fox News Channel, and was about to turn it off, since the segment that was starting to air was that of Bill O'Reilly, a rude, populist jerk whom I can't stand, broadcasting from the Democratic national convention in Boston. I decided to leave the tuner alone and watch a very short segment (1701-1710 Pacific time) of an impromptu, live interview with Ben Affleck, who was attending the convention.
Unscripted, Affleck actually acquitted himself well; he's not quite the empty shell the press makes him out to be. I was particularly interested to hear him make the following assertion, when questioned by O'Reilly about his political leanings, after calling himself a "moderate liberal" and emphasizing that he doesn't necessarily hew to a party line:
I believe in all the Bill of Rights, including the Second Amendment.
That's a direct quote from Ben Affleck, which I'm preserving here, without editorially correcting "all the" to read "all of the." I'm not sure why I'm preserving this, but it's not inconceivable that the guy might run for some public office eventually, as his career (continues to) wane.
As I mentioned earlier, I saw "I, Robot" last night. Right before the movie began, I saw a spectacular trailer for an alternate universe fantasy, "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow," starring Jude Law, Gwyneth Paltrow, and Angelina Jolie. It looks like a great deal of fun, and I'm looking forward to its September release.
I mentioned this on a mailing list last night, adding that Zeppelins were featured prominently in the trailer, to which listmember Chris Claypoole offered this observation:
...[this phenomenon falls] under the purview of Hite's Law: "All change points, from Xerxes to the last presidential election, create worlds with clean, efficient Zeppelin traffic."
Every alternate history can be differentiated from our own by the presence of airships. *Every* one. So, if you're ever not sure whether you're in an alternate universe, look up.
I'd mentioned yesterday I'd be seeing this film, and I did. I also mentioned in a short comment followup that I'd seen a few old friends leaving the cinema, who confirmed my suspicions that the film was very loosely based on Asimov's work of the same name, so I went into the cinema not expecting a film realization of the original story.
There were tips of the hat all over the film to Asimov's original work, mostly in the naming of characters (Sonny, Dr. Susan Calvin) and in partial buzzword compliance (e.g. "positronic"), but as the credits honestly acknowledged, it's "based on a work of" Isaac Asimov. With that in mind, I determined to enjoy the film on its own merits, and was not disappointed. I was particularly impressed with Alan Tudyk's portrayal of Sonny (as an aside, I hope whatever name recognition this earns him - as a greenscreen actor - helps in the success of the forthcoming Firefly movie "Serenity".)
It's interesting to see that the movie treated Asimov's 3 Laws as sacrosanct, considering that Asimov himself later saw flaws in that approach to robot safety, working in a hack he called the "Zeroth Law." See this interesting commentary for a summary of the Laws... which might have prevented the disaster dramatized in the movie (that's the closest I'll come to a spoiler), or might not, given the rationalizations employed by the villain, which were the same as almost every tinpot dictator of the 20th century or before.
Here's a related amusement: the Singularity Institute apparently saw fit to ride the wave of the movie's popularity by launching a website called "3 Laws Unsafe".
Watching "I, Robot" today, I noticed product placement for:
I'll be seeing "I, Robot" later this afternoon, after hitting the gym... both to see Alan Tudyk playing a robot and to see how badly Asimov's original formulation gets mangled by Hollywood.
Thanks to my London friend Monica White for alerting me to the Quent Cordair Fine Art gallery in Burlingame, California, a haven for (apparently very good) representionalist art, which is billed as "Contemporary Romantic Realism." I suspect very much that Quent Cordair was heavily influenced by Ayn Rand's "Romantic Manifesto":
Romantic Realism, the movement which renews the high esthetic standards and techniques of pre-20th century ateliers, brings a rebirth of comprehensibility, beauty, romanticism and stylization to contemporary subject matter. The gallery's collection emphasizes themes which celebrate the moments of happiness, joy and success possible to Man on earth.
Anders Monsen informs us of the publication by Brad Linaweaver and J. Kent Hastings of "ANARQUÍA: An Alternate History of the Spanish Civil War," which sounds like a great deal of fun in the vein of L. Neil Smith's "The Probability Broach." I'm a fan of Linaweaver's work, such as his excellent "Moon of Ice," which comes to market far too rarely.
If money becomes more important than making good art for you, you will become a hack. But money attaches you on the audience or the reader. It forces deadlines out of you. It makes you focus. It forces you to edit, to rewrite, to start over. And above all, to make choices. When there's no money, then there's the deadly freedom that kills all artists. You should fear it, because it will make you indulgent and self-obsessed, and above all, boring. It will drive you to write that 1,200-page novel entirely from the point of view of an ant just about to get eaten. It will make you a performance artist. Who wants that?
Eric Pavao reports that Libertarian Party presidential candidate Michael Badnarik of Austin, Texas will be interviewed by Fox News Channel's Bill O'Reilly tonight.
Abolishing the FCC does not mean airwave anarchy. What it means is returning to bottom-up law rather than the top-down process that has characterized telecommunications for the last 80 years...
...If the FCC had been in charge of overseeing the Internet, we'd likely be waiting for the Mosaic Web browser to receive preliminary approval from the Wireline Competition Bureau.
Declan McCullagh (cited by Anton)
I refuse to allow anyone or anything to bring me to my knees. If there is a god I will find a way to free myself of him.
The best mythology I have ever heard on gods is from the Klingons of Star Trek. The Klingons had gods, but they killed them when they realized that they were more trouble than they were worth.
Philip Welch (on Orkut)
Huh... Peggy just got physical mail advertising the products of:
Omaha Steaks, Inc.
10909 John Galt Blvd.
Omaha, Nebraska
Another Netflix arrival I viewed in the last couple of weeks: "Once Upon a Time in Mexico." My short take: don't bother. Yes, this movie has its moments, but those moments are remarkable in their contrast to the dull rolling cliche of the rest of this overlong "contractual obligation" flick. What a waste of the lovely Selma Hayek, the talented Willem Dafoe, the sometimes interesting Mickey Rourke, and the solid Rubén Blades. The only saving grace to this movie is the over-the-top performance by Johnny Depp, who rendered Banderas' bland performance even less memorable by comparison.
My friend Geoff and I - in a rambling Memorial Day barbeque chat about this film - both expressed our annoyance that Banderas (a Spaniard) literally wrapped himself in the Mexican flag. As I said, don't bother.
On a totally unrelated note, I see that one of the bit actors is named "Dagoberto Gama." I've never seen that given name... I can't help but think Dogbert.
Just heard on our dojo mailing list that Discovery Channel will air "Ninjas" tonight twice, at 1800 and 2100 PST. I've heard Stephen Hayes will put in an appearance. I have no idea whether this show will suck or not, but I'll be recording it regardless.
I found out from posters to the smith2004-discuss list this morning that C-SPAN keeps video archives of recent shows available for downloading. A search for "libertarian" on their website yields all the video coverage of the recent Libertarian Party nominating convention in Atlanta along with a follow-up interview (which I'm playing now) with the newly nominated presidential candidate Michael Badnarik.
Here's a film I heard about on the smith2004-discuss list a few months ago and placed on my Netflix rental queue: Interstate 60, a bizarre road flick with Gary Oldman, Christopher Lloyd, Kurt Russell and Chris Cooper. No one I've spoken to about this film has heard of it, which is too bad: it's great. I won't give a comprehensive review here, and no spoilers, but I will say I hurt myself laughing during the protagonist's stopover in "Morlaw".
I remember the odious BBC television licensing fee from my days in London long ago, but had thought the fee had been repealed. Not so, reports UK-resident Australian Monica White:
For those of you who don’t live in the UK, you may be interested in the phenomenon that is the TV License – I was truly surprised by it a year ago. Essentially, if you have a TV or receiving equipment, you are obliged to pay the government £121 per year to view the BBC channels.
Don’t watch the BBC? I’m afraid that TV Licensing doesn’t believe you. EVERYONE who owns an operational set must watch the BBC. They're compelled to. There’s something in the water.
TV Licensing ‘Enquiry Officers’ also seem to get a hoot out of slapping £1000 fines onto anyone within spitting distance.
My friend Peter Chang called a few minutes ago to let me know he was getting ready for a 100-mile bike ride/race in Tahoe in a few weeks, and mentioned along the way that he'd been asked to play the male of an Asian couple in a Jaguar television commercial. Here are pics from the recent filming; his "wife" Lily Chai is certainly a lovely woman!
Kevin Cole on Orkut passes along this bit of only-in-the-new-world news: "Devils Hit Cyber Church".
If you're used to hearing the question, "Would you like a bag and board with that?" every other week or so, what habit do you have?
L. Neil Smith, on a mailing list this morning, mentioned he'll be watching "Van Helsing" soon at the cinema. I'm not yet seen it, and was surprised to have heard about it when the trailers hit the cinemas and TV: I was familiar with the Japanese animation series "Hellsing" (note the spelling), in which the daughter of Dr. Abraham Van Helsing (correctly giving homage to Stoker), and present head of the "Hellsing Foundation", creates an uneasy vampire hunting alliance with the semi-psychotic vampire Alucard (note the spelling, but backwards), for whom Hugh Jackman, in the movie "Van Helsing" is the (slightly effeminate) spitting image, but as the amnesiac "Gabriel Van Helsing".
All very confusing.
I'm not sure whether this is a licenced, retooled-for-American-audiences live action adaption of the Japanese original, or yet another blatant slightly altered ripoff a la "The Lion King", Disney's theft of "Kimba the White Lion" ("Jangaru taitei", or "Jungle Emperor".)
All this having been said, I'm certainly open to enjoying "Van Helsing", if it's good... regardless of provenance or inspiration.
I mentioned to Andy Chen this morning, when I saw him in front of our cancelled chemistry lecture, that I'd actually seen Géricault's The Raft of the `Medusa' on a visit to the Louvre in 1990. Hell, you can't miss it: it's gargantuan. Andy had mentioned yesterday on his blog that his biology teacher had discussed the work in class as a lead-in to a discussion of the urinary tract.
I'd read a bit of the sordid backstory of the tragedy of the Medusa, but never in depth. I just found a fascinating and tragicomic account of the wicked mess of blundering incompetence that inspired this monsterpiece of Romantic painting, an article on History House:
In 1819, when French painter Theodore Ge'ricault first exhibited his dramatic masterpiece, "Scene of Shipwreck" to Paris society, he could little imagine the reaction the painting would receive. Onlookers were fascinated and horrified, rather the way they'd react if they saw a particularly large and hairy spider. The painting is enormous. Sixteen feet high, twenty three feet, six inches wide (about 5x7 m), it depicts a group of desperate men floating on a few planks of wood, trying to get the attention of a tiny little ship on the horizon by waving their shirts around. There was a sordid, true tale behind this raft, and everyone knew what it was. It had taken place three years prior. It involved desperate men, howling stupidity, and cannibalism. And, with the painting looming over them, everyone was talking about it.

[Occasional blog contributor and fulltime friend Tom Burroughes returns to us with his own endorsement of the Firefly series - Russell]
I have watched a lot of science fiction in my time, and although many films and television shows have hit great heights of drama and special effects wizardry, such as Babylon 5, very few have ever really engaged me emotionally and in humorous ways to the extent achieved by the Firefly series, now available in Britain on a DVD format.
I bought the whole set last week and it is one of the best investments I have made in a long time. I think it is a notch above B5 (high praise indeed), and I love the way it weaves in the culture of the old West with the format of a science fiction adventure. The cast are excellent, particularly the lead actor playing the ship's captain, who has a sense of humour so dry it sounds like Clint Eastwood at his best. The women are great -- frequently more than a match for the men, and ahem, very easy on the eye indeed.
The core of Firefly, as Russell has already noted, is its unmistakably libertarian sense. These adventurers, smugglers and desperadoes are up against a totalitarian world government; they are unabashed traders and entrepreneurs, fun-lovers, individualists, not to mention serious partygoers when required. Think of a series containing elements of Robert A. Heinlein, L. Neil Smith and Eastwood's finest Western, The Outlaw Josey Wales, and you will get what I mean. Oh, and throw in some superb country backing music for good measure.
I find it very distressing that as yet, Joss Whedon's creation has only made it to one full series. Back here in Britain, where our domestic TV drama is a swamp of tragic soap opera crud and the occasional historical re-reun, Firefly is like a shot of brandy to a half-drowned man. What a great series. More, more!
Penn & Teller are back for another season of the excellent BULLSHIT! debunking series on Showtime. Set your PVRs: there's an episode tonight.
One of my regular gym workout times coincides with the CNN news show "Lou Dobbs Tonight", which is usually playing on one of the overhead TVs in the aerobics machine areas where I warm up. The show is broadcast with closed captioning, so I can usually follow it if I care. Last night's show, apparently, was a continuation on the "Exporting America" theme that Dobbs seems to be so passionate about. One of the guests was Walter Wriston, chairman emeritus of Citibank (which they acknowledged), but who is also in my recollection the author of "The Twilight of Sovereignty: How the Information Revolution Is Transforming Our World".
Wriston was giving Dobbs a run for his money, effectively skewering Dobbs' anti-offshoring populist arguments ("American jobs are being shipped offshore! This is bad!"), pointing out that the principle of comparative advantage is as true now as it was in the 19th century (see Ricardo). After the segment with Wriston, Dobbs had a roundtable of business journalists, including Steve Forbes, with whom he was particularly nasty. He really has a hard-on about "shipping jobs overseas". In a weird sort of way, he seems the lefty mirror-image of Bill O'Reilly, the nasty little populist of the religious right on Fox News. Both of them seem to be shilling for each of the major Boot On Your Neck political parties.
I know the offshoring issue is a hot button issue with Dobbs, because a week or so ago I saw him try to skewer Marc Andreesen on the same issue. Marc also acquitted himself well. Dobbs hates that.
Bad habit, I know, but I often have TV playing in the background as I study. Tonight's white noise is the execrable Lucasian fantasy "Star Wars: Episode II", which I saw first-run to give homage to Yoda (who rocks!). After something my girlfriend told me a couple of weeks ago, I can't help but think "Queen Amygdala" when I hear "Amidala".
Of course, the Lincolnian "Grand Army of the Republic" irony is not lost on me, the only other reason (besides Yoda!) for catching the flick. Why, oh why with Lucas' budget - and Ewan McGregor - did the acting suck ass in this flick?
Just found out today that CBS has cancelled their law drama "Century City" after only 3 weeks' run of 4 episodes. That's too bad. The show, employing a mix of inspired and insipid storyline, dealt with issues extropians have been mooting for over 15 years. The show had promise, if the two episodes I saw were any indication of promise. I do share Virginia Postrel's opinion of the series:
Real lawyers in the future would take for granted legal, cultural, and technological developments that strike us as strange. It's the background, not the cutting-edge issues, that makes the present feel different from the past. A 1978 show about 2004 might have featured a plotline on cloning. It wouldn't have routinely shown 40-year-old new parents of twins or business people walking down the street talking to no one, with wires hanging out of their ears. It wouldn't have Starbucks, or Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, or rock-and-roll megachurches.
It was an interesting try.
Terry Egan passes on the stunning news, written up by Ricky James, that the Firefly DVD series has been officially issued to the viewing libraries of all U.S. Navy ships.
Navy Morale, Welfare and Recreation (MWR) recently signed a commercial sponsorship agreement with FireflyFans.net, a fan-based organization for the television series "Firefly," that will provide 250 DVD box sets of 13 "Firefly" episodes in support of the Navy's afloat library program.
I've noticed a changed pattern in my movie viewing habits, attributable to having taken up with Netflix in the last year or so. For starters, I no longer do Blockbuster (which is not at all surprising, given they're head-to-head competitors). Also, I see fewer 1st-run movies, itself also not surprising.
No, what surprises me is that I no longer feel compelled to finish a movie I've started, if it truly sucks. I've rarely in the course of my lifetime walked out of a movie theater, feeling compelled (against reason, usually) that I should get "all the value" from my $10 admission price. Nowadays, most of my movie viewing is from Netflix, on a fixed monthly all-you-can-view plan, so if something I've ordered sucks, such as Daredevil, I can simply switch off the DVD player, eject the DVD, and move on to the next. Quite liberating.
Last night's Firefly MicroMiniShindig was a more intimate gathering than the previous one in January, with 13 attending. We got a late start on the TV viewing part of the night, since I'd forgotten the DVD player's remote, so I ran home nearby to pick it up. Of course, that gave the rest time to enjoy the excellent food (the elkburger was a popular pick last night) and chat before my return. We had exactly the right amount of time to air "The Train Job" and "Bushwhacked", finishing just as the Tied House was being closed.
Unfortunately, in all my rushing around doing hostly things, I didn't get around to taking any photos for posting here. Maybe next time... if there is a next time. My original reasons for hosting these types of events included spreading freedom memes so nicely packaged in the series, as well as doing my little bit to increase the possibility that the series might get picked up again by a television network. Well, in the interval since the previous MicroMiniShindig, something like the latter has indeed happened: the Firefly movie has recently been greenlighted. So, we've won, at least to that extent. If I do hold one of these things again, it will only be as the result of at least 30 people agreeing to actually appear at a particular time and place. If you're one of those interested people, let me know, otherwise this Shindig thing is happy history.
If you're interested in this series, I strongly recommend you buy the 4-DVD box set and watch it for yourself.
Reminder: Firefly MicroMiniShindig tonight in Mt. View, California. RSVP if you'll be attending (if you haven't already done that).
Following on the success of the 1st San Francisco Bay Area / Silicon Valley MicroMiniShindig which was held in January of this year, the 2nd will be held in the same venue:
Day: Wednesday 31 March 2004
Time: From 8pm onward
Place:
Mountain View Tied House Cafe & Brewery
(in the big biergarten out back)
954 Villa Street, Mountain View, California 94041
Ph: (650) 965-2739
The first MicroMiniShindig attracted around 30 people, and was great fun; see pics and a short account in an earlier account on this blog here.
I've reserved a section of the same beergarden for 30 people, but if we have more this time (and I suspect we will), I'll need to plan accordingly. Leave comments on this blog entry with your RSVP if you're planning to attend.
As was the case last time, I have reserved the use of the TV in the beergarden (which I'm assured will function properly), and we'll be airing the 2nd and 3rd episodes of Firefly (we watched the pilot "Serenity" last time). This airing will start at 8:30pm, after some of us are at least a bit liquored up.
Alan Weiss, AKA "WINBEAR2" on the Prospero Firefly Forum, will be in town again, visiting from Austin, Texas.
Looking forward to seeing old friends and meeting new ones!
I took this shot two hours ago. These are the digital and tape audio recorders of a number of students in our chemistry lecture section:
Look familiar? Anyone else remember that running sight gag from the 1985 Val Kilmer flick "Real Genius"? As one writer describes the scene (yay Google, saved a bit of typing on my part):
Do you remember the scene in the movie "Real Genius" that showed students at the beginning of a university semester sitting in a large lecture room listening to the professor? As the semester wore on, one-by-one each student left a tape recorder on their seat. The scene ended with the professor's recorder pontificating to a room full of other recorders.
I found a screenshot of that scene, which looks amazingly like our chem lecture hall, down to the same phenolic resin desktop:
Whoa. Life converges on art. Fortunately, ours is a very dynamic professor... most of the students are simply trying to capture his superb lectures for replay later. As a matter of fact, on most days the professor records his own lectures with studio-quality equipment for posting on his personal website. If only more of the good ones did that, we'd have more "Feynman Lectures on Physics" preserved for posterity.
Another excellent flick to add to your Netflix rental queue: Millenium Actress AKA "Sennen joyu" (2001). If you enjoy epic Japanese animation such as Spirited Away (Studio Ghibli's "Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi"), and film in the style of Kurosawa-style chanbara, you'll really enjoy this labor of love from Satoshi Kon, the director of the 1997 psychological thriller Perfect Blue.

Of course, I do have a lot of Japanese cinema and history under my belt, which I think might be a requisite to truly enjoying this piece, which does very heavily rely for its humor and grandeur on that cultural grounding. Still, I think even the uninitiated can thoroughly enjoy this film for its spectacular sweep and touchingly benevolent sense of life. As a reviewer on one fan site puts it:
Millennium Actress has the stylistic sophistication of Perfect Blue with the empathy, warmth and truth of a Ghibli movie!I thoroughly agree with that assessment. I also concur with Richard J. Arndt, an Amazon.com customer reviewer of the DVD, who enthuses:
If this film had been done with live actors & live action you'd be seeing it awarded on Oscar night. It's that good. The editing is superb. Likewise the animation. As for the "confusing" flashbacks, my daughters (8 & 9) watched this and after explaining that the old actress is telling her life story by using the films she starred in as parts of her actual life, they had no problem following the story. I didn't find the story to be depressing although it is bittersweet. The characters are so strongly drawn that halfway through I found myself forgetting they weren't real people! Strong, gentle story, superb visuals, pacing & editing make up one of the best anime movies ever! In fact, forget anime, this belongs in the top 100 films period.
Thousands of fans have been agitating for the return of the Firefly television science fiction series, and it is returning... to the silver screen, as Joss Whedon's "Serenity"! All the original ensemble cast have signed contracts to star, and shooting starts in June. Woo hoo!
I have the TV playing in the background in "white noise" mode while I'm working. Just now, that populist windbag Bill O'Reilly had on as a guest an actress on whom I had a crush in my pre-teens (late 70's): Adrienne Barbeau. She's pushing 60, and she still looks hot. Genetics, money, and healthy living, I suppose. I've been happy in the last couple of years to see that Farrah Fawcett and Bo Derek are also still American Foxes. Yes, when I was 11 I had one of those "Farah swimsuit" posters.
The writers of the new "Star Trek: Enterprise" just couldn't resist reprising that old Bones TOS line with a tiny variation in last night's episode. The ship's doctor, a guy named Phlox, slipped in the line "I'm a physician, not an engineer!" in dialogue with T'Pol... in a situation where he did indeed find himself in the emergency role of a substitute engineer.
I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry...
Anorakish mentions a review of Firefly by Micha Ghertner on Cattalarchy, "Whoa. Good Myth." (See my own review on this blog.)
My friend Anton Sherwood posted a link to this cute little quasischolarly piece, "What Tolkien Officially Said About Elf Sex"; an excerpt:
Happy Begetting-Day To You!
Elves do not remember and celebrate the day that they were born as the day they came into existence. Instead, they celebrate the day their parents begat them. That's the day their parents had the sex that conceived them... apparently, there was some parental will involved in the act of begetting. Either that, or they were having so little sex that it was easy to remember. "Pregnant? How did that happen? Oh, that Thursday three turns of the seasons ago. Oh yeah…" This seems like a good moment to mention that Tolkien was Catholic, so this was compatible with his religion and belief system.
A few days ago, I watched a Netflix-rental DVD of a film from 1999 that had been recommended by someone on a mailing list I frequent: Deterrence, with Kevin Pollack. This is a fascinating and tightly acted piece, and I recommend it.
Garth Lynch just posted a note to our dojo mailing list mentioning that the great Kitano Takeshi, one of my favorite actors, is starring in a new movie adapation reprising the character of Zatoichi, the Blind Swordsman (originally played by Katsu Shintaro), one of my all-time favorite chanbara movie series. The trailer for the new film looks great!
Even when you're dead, the chains don't come off. That's why I'm so fond of the indie/DIY/Open Source movement, in all its low budget, cacaphonous, disorganized, multifaceted glory. Local band I used to do management/booking/road work for, years back, spent far too much time trying to get label attention. If we'd just put the stuff out ourselves, we'd have saved a lot of hassle and time, and probably made more money than we'd have ever squeezed out of any label. Still kicking myself over that, especially now that the production and distribution tools are so damn easy to get and use.
Most [music] labels are a honeytrap, only without the hot sex from a Russian spy chick. Just the unlubed prisonsex.
I have one more entry to write after this one, an actual writeup of my impressions of the event, but as promised earlier today, I'm putting up the rest of the (useable) pics from my tiny Sony CyberShotU digicam, after a bit of cropping, enhancement, and redeye reduction:
In the foreground are Alan Weiss ("WINBEAR2" on the Fox Firefly Forum) and a nice lady whose name I've forgotten (apologies!) Alan is a libertarian friend of mine from the smith2004-discuss list, visiting from Austin for the week on business, and the mystery lady is a Democrat activist... proof that disparate fans can booze together and have fun! Old friend Dr. Kurth Reynolds ("yes, I actually am a rocket scientist!") is lurking in the background over her shoulder.
Kim ("EARTH2KIM" on the Fox Firefly Forum), me, and Jeff Chan. Kim, like me, is an enthusiastic newbie. Here she's holding up a Firefly "Keep Flying!" patch.
Have you ever been introduced to someone but can't recall their name, through no lack of interest, but simply because you're the host and you're tasked with remembering everyone's name? Well, I'll admit with embarrassment that I didn't get this lady's name... but I put up her picture anyway. I'm assuming I'll see her next time!
[UPDATE: I mixed this lady's name up with the lady in the first picture. This is Patti Henkhaus from the "firefly_over_30" Yahoo! Groups list; sorry about that Patti!]
Kim, again with "Keep Flying!" patch and Jeff Chan.
Longtime extropian friends Kennita Watson and Terry Egan, and recently-acquired-2nd-Amendment-purist-buddy Mark Quon (aka "Genghis Khan") out in the parking lot after the beerhall shut down. Can you see it in the guys' faces?
Me (Russell Whitaker) on the left, Alan ('WINBEAR2' on the Fox Firefly Forum) Weiss on the right... before he remembered to smile!!
Belaboring the already-known, it's me again, with Mark and Jeff. This is not a vanity blog. Really.
This was a great little event and, as I mentioned, I'll be writing some general impressions of it in the next 24 hours or so. I did want to get the pics out there first, of course, so here they are. Enjoy.
I have about half a dozen or so photos I took at last night's Firefly MicroMiniShindig. I have to identify some people and get some people's permissions to post before I put them all up. Here's one for starters, though:
From left to right: Kim ("EARTH2KIM" on the Prospero Firefly Forum), me, and Mark Quon ("Genghis Khan").
Thanks to Anarchist on the smith2004-discuss list for passing on SciFi.com's report today that Tim Minear is working on a screen adaptation of Heinlein's libertarian classic novel:
Genre TV producer Tim Minear (Angel, Wonderfalls) told SCI FI Wire that he has been hired to write a screenplay adaptation of Robert A. Heinlein's 1966 SF novel The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress. The novel deals with a 2076 rebellion on a former penal colony on the moon and has been read as an allegory about libertarianism and its costs.
We had about 25 people at last night's Firefly MicroMiniShindig in Mt. View, California, and a great time was had by all. I'll be posting some pictures later.
The pattern of information embodied in a fictional movie is created, not discovered: the producers didn't stroll into the Mojave one day and find a set of characters ready to be filmed.
The 1st Silicon Valley Firefly MicroMiniShindig will be held tonight in Mt. View California, and looks to be great little gathering of friends old and new. If you're planning to come but haven't told me yet, traverse the links to the RSVP instructions to tell me privately, or you can do so publicly as a comment on this blog entry.
"11THHOUR" on the Fox Firefly Forum has put together some samples of really cool posters for "guerrilla marketing" of the Firefly series DVDs. I wouldn't mind putting up a few of these on campus myself.
If you want to get something done, you've got to do it yourself. To that end, I've taken it upon myself to hold the first San Francisco Bay Area / Silicon Valley Firefly MicroMiniShindig next Monday night in Mountain View, California. Details:
Day: Monday 19 January 2004
Time: From 8pm onward
Place:
Mountain View Tied House Cafe & Brewery
(in the big biergarten out back)
954 Villa Street, Mountain View, California 94041
Ph: (650) 965-2739
Other details can be found here. If you're attending, you should RSVP. If you're wondering what all this Firefly business is, read up on it here.
FireFlyMovie.com is a "Guerrilla Marketing" effort of the Firefly fan community...
...dedicated to assuring that Joss Whedon's television masterpiece Firefly will someday grace the silver screen.
At lunch a couple of weeks ago Michael Reed asked me if I'd seen "Cowboy Bebop: The Movie". I responded that I used to watch the series when I lived in Tokyo, and enjoyed it, but I hadn't yet seen the movie. I watched it last night courtesy of Netflix and thoroughly enjoyed it: good story, great animation, lots of attention to detail (Faye Valentine carries a Glock 30 - an old favorite of mine - in one scene), and a fantastic musical soundtrack by Yoko Kanno, performed by the Seatbelts.
As usual, I watched this anime subtitled with the original voice talent: voice acting is an A-rated entertainment profession in Japan; Faye Valentine is not right to my ears without Megumi Hayashibara as her voice. However, Sony Pictures did a superb job with the English-dubbed version, so those without similar tastes will find no fault with the English voice talent either. I believe the English voice talents are the same as employed for the nightly Cartoon Channel Adult Swim airings of the dubbed version of the original series, which I also recommend.
There are also used copies of this feature available for about $14 from Amazon Marketplace.
This week's "The Libertarian Enterprise", issue 254, has a memorial to Kerry Pearson, with the photo that Kerry loved.
After having finally seen "Return of the King" (the best of the three, in our opinion), Peggy and wandered across the street into the fabulous Santana Row shopping development, which seems finally to be on the rebound from the fire which ravaged it during construction and also from the local economy's 2-year downturn. I saw this sign just inside a ritzy art gallery on the Row:

About a year ago, I recommended Victor Koman's "Kings of the High Frontier" to my readership. I just re-read this by Ricky Roberson in his memorium of Kerry Pearson:
I learned about a few other things besides Firefly from him on his [Kerry's] website, such as some insights into political anarchy as a philosophy that I don't personally agree with but still have to acknowledge more than a few grains of truth in...
I think Ricky, with his love of the spirit of the Firefly series he shares with many of us - and shared with Kerry - would understand quite a bit more of what motivated Kerry if he read Koman's book.
On the Prospero foxfirefly forum, I asked actor Adam Baldwin - a prolific poster who's racked up 3325 posts on the forum since he joined - what type of knife he wore on the "Firefly" series when he portrayed Jayne Cobb. The knife's name is Binky. When the series ended, Adam was given it as a gift from the properties master. He mentioned he'd check the markings on the knife. He got back about it a few days ago:
Hey Russell:
Sorry for the delay.
I examined "Binky" and to my chagrin, there are no markings on it. :(
Must be a custom job.
Peace,
A.B.
It's a beautiful knife. I can't wait to see what he finds out eventually.
Another interesting little piece arrived a couple of days ago from Netflix, a documentary produced a couple of years ago in Silicon Valley, "Revolution OS". It's worth the watch, especially if you're one of the many like me Who Were There When It Happened (in my case, I was working at Netscape when the big Mozilla code release happened... even attended the big bash in the City). I was delighted to see my friend Christine Peterson given the credit she deserved for having invented the term "open source", and was also delighted to see a short bit with another old friend, Terry Egan, at a documented SVLUG Installfest.
Am I the only one who thinks that the "MSN Butterfly" commercials are really, really creepy?
A good friend of mine in England, a libertarian and passionate yachtsman, today chimes in with his own endorsement of "Master and Commander." As I mentioned yesterday, do go and see it on the big screen!
Taking Michael Reed's recommendation to see it on the big screen rather on DVD, a few hours ago Peggy and I saw "Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World." It was superb, and I'd heartily recommend it myself. I might even get around sometime soon to reading the original book by Patrick O'Brian that's been sitting on my shelf for two years. When I do, I'll make sure to keep my copy of Dean King's "A Sea of Words: A Lexicon and Companion for Patrick O'Brian's Seafaring Tales," so I don't end up whining about the heavy use of early 19th century nautical terminology many of the amateur reviewers on Amazon.com seem to have trouble with. Of course, I'm actually pretty familiar with nautical terminology anyway, so my perspective is admittedly a bit skewed.
Go see the movie soon and tell me what you think. If you've already seen it, feel free to opine now. The comment box awaits your pleasure.
I'm just now finishing watching "The Mountain Men" on The History Channel. It's quite interesting; watch it if you get the chance.
I'm watching the 1951 classic "Halls of Montezuma," and noticed a couple of interesting costuming details. Here's one: the character of Lt. Carl Anderson, played by Richard Widmark, carries what looks like a Randall Model 1 knife with a double brass hilt... while the rest of the Marines seem to be carrying standard-issue KA-BARs. While a KA-BAR is a perfectly useful utility knife, a Randall Made Knife would have cost its wearer a pretty penny in WWII. These knives have long been sought after by soldiers and collectors since 1937. I recently sold a Model 16 Special #1 Fighter myself for a premium of almost $100 over retail... since you can't get one from the factory any earlier than summer 2007.
One of the big problems with modern [Star] Trek is it's filled with [a] vague sort of techno-socialist leftist politics, but the writers have totally lost sight of the "Good Guy's Code" which TOS [The Original Series] inherited from its Western show predecessors.
One of the things that makes Firefly succeed is that [Malcolm] Reynolds has a good guy's code. It's a stripped down and practical good guy's code, but it's there and he sticks to it.
Jay P. Hailey, from the smith2004-discuss list [edits mine]
I'm on break between school terms, and am catching up on some entertainment. Friends on the smith2004-discuss list had been raving about a short-lived 2002 Fox television series called "Firefly," which had been cancelled due to poor ratings.
I'd actually tried to catch the first episode as it aired in the U.S. last year. I tuned in only to find that some sports event had pre-empted the airing. I tuned away in disgust. It turns out that Fox wasn't airing the pilot ("Serenity") that night; instead, they were airing "The Train Job", which was written hastily over the space of a weekend at Fox's whim... the pilot, which set up the world, the characters, and the arc of the plot, didn't air for weeks later. As a matter of fact, of the 14 episodes that were produced, 10 were aired, and most of those out of sequence.
Fox did nothing to promote the show, and placed it in a suicide slot. The show was pre-empted several more times by sports events. It died a year ago to the protests of a fanatical viewer base spread across continents. In the last year news of the series has spread by word of mouth - the way I found out about it - and seems to have created a larger fan base in its absence.
Less than 2 weeks ago, Amazon.com released the entire, properly sequenced set of Firefly episodes on DVD. As of this writing, the DVD set ranks 17th in sales, with 261 reviews and an average 5-star rating!
Firefly: The Complete Series is also available for rental from Netflix.com. Several weeks ago, I added it to my Netflix rental queue - they allow pre-release reservations - and as soon as it was available to be rented, it was shipped to me. My loved one and I spent several evenings this last week watching the entire set. We are completely enamoured of this series, and now we're wondering how we're going to follow up with anything nearly as good.
The show is the brainchild of director Joss Whedon, the creator of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" and its spinoff "Angel". I've seen a few of both, and generally liked them, but I wouldn't have missed them if they'd been cancelled. "Firefly", however, is apparently the series that Whedon really wanted to do all along, an impression made stronger by his having actually said so (you'll have to see it in the "Extras" section of DVD #4).
I won't try to recap the series for the reader here, since you can visit Netflix, Amazon, and/or Fireflyfans.net for plenty of that. What I will say is that if you've been disappointed by television sci-fi (with the notable exception of Farscape, another casualty), you'll find Firefly an unexpected pleasure. That is, you'll enjoy it if you love science fiction but despise what's been made of Star Trek, and you have a libertarian bias toward freedom and all it entails.
Fans of the writing of L. Neil Smith will particularly enjoy this series: though set roughly 500 years hence, it has some of the best elements of both space opera and the classic American western. It also has some of the best ensemble acting I've ever seen anywhere. Oh, and there are guns. Lots of guns. Almost all the guns are real, reliable, effective slug-throwers of wildly individual variety. It was amusing that a laser pistol shows up only twice in the series: as the antique "Lassiter", the object of a heist in one episode ("Trash"), and as a battery-draining liability in the "Heart of Gold" episode.
The world of Firefly consists (I think) of roughly 70 terraformed planets and innumerable moons, many of them prairie lands. The "core" worlds are more urban, and are controlled by the Alliance (an alliance between whom and whom, I'm not sure, but I think between some English-speaking and Chinese-speaking hegemonies), and the fringe worlds, which are on the edges of Alliance influence. Most of the episodes center on the efforts of the crew of Serenity to simply make a living under the Alliance's radar, unmolested. Most of these efforts involve moving surprising cargoes (not a spoiler, but worth looking for: "black market beagles"). The crew aren't out to fight epic battles or carry out crusades... they're simply trying to be left alone.
If you've read this far, you might simply consider renting at least the first DVD. If you've not seen any of the series, you're at an advantage: you'll be able to see it in the order it was meant to be seen, without interruption. Try it and let me know what you think.
Most people only believe in the parts of the Bible that look good on bumper stickers.
There are three reasons to own a gun: to protect yourself and your family, to hunt dangerous and delicious animals, and to keep the King of England out of your face.
Krusty the Clown
Last spring I wrote up a short review of a great Ealing comedy from 1957, "All at Sea", with Alec Guinness. Just last night I finished watching another great British comedy, this one from 1959 by John Boulting, "I'm All Right Jack". It's a great little satire on the dirty politics between postwar British industry and trade unions. Peter Sellers' depiction of a power-mad, USSR-worshipping shop steward alone is worth the viewing. You'll find it on Netflix.
I saw "Kill Bill: Volume I" today, and it was utterly, fucking astonishing. I was prepared to be impressed - and I was - but I wasn't prepared for all the little surprises along the way, e.g. Sonny Chiba as "Hattori Hanzo", a wonderful name for his character, if you're at all familiar with both actual Warring States samurai history as well as some of the outrageous fictionalizations of Hanzo in Japanese cimema. Lucy Liu warms to her role very well. I won't spoil the scene for you, but she really gets to go over the top in a scene involving a convocation of Yakuza bosses. It's obvious that she worked hard with a dialect coach over the course of shooting, because her Japanese gets dramatically better as the film goes on... which says something about the sequence in which the scenes were shot. By the way, Lucy Liu fanboys, I do know she majored in Asian studies in college. Her pronunciation and conversational fluency was noticably slightly off (to these former expat gaijin's ears) in the beginning, but rapidly improved.
Be warned: while this film is a complete fantasy, and a very good one at that, it is an extremely violent fantasy. There's more gut-wrenching brutality in this flick than I've seen in recent years.
I'm looking forward to Volume II.
I've been meaning to write up a culture piece on the state of Big Animation, but it's been a low priority nowadays. However, Michael Jennings has written a solid piece which I very highly recommend.
I'm doing homework for my only online college class (the rest are on campus), and I have the TV on in the background for noise. It's the Sci-Fi Channel, and one of the first Stargate SG-1 episodes, "Emancipation", is playing. I had to look up when the Daniel character says the people they're meeting are descendants of Mongols. As soon as I did, I saw one bowman nock and draw an arrow in the Western tradition, with the first two fingers (3 is also sometimes used in the West)! You see, Mongol bowmen never used that string draw technique: they used a very distinctive thumb draw instead.
Back to work now.


"...only at Katsura [Detached Palace] does there exist that overwhelming freedom of intellect which does not subordinate any element of the structure or the garden to some rigid system. At Nikko, as in many architectural attractions of the world, the effect is gained by quantity - about in the same way that an army of two hundred thousand is larger than one of twenty thousand. At Katsura, on the contrary, each element remains a free individual, much like a member of a good society in which harmony arises from the absence of coercion so that everyone may express himself according to his individual nature. Thus the Katsura Palace is a completely isolated miracle in the civilized world."
Bruno Taut, in a speech given 1936 to the Society for International Cultural Relations (Kokusai Bunka Shinkoukai) in Tokyo
as quoted in Japanese Culture by Paul Varley, 4th edition, 2000, pp325-326
My own enjoyment of the books aside, what I see in the whole Harry Potter argument is simply more proof of an argument made recently by best-selling author Orson Scott Card about Tolkien's books; to wit: Serious "LitCrits" hate the Lord of the Rings because the public loves LoR. This is because the public is still quite unashamed to enjoy stories while the LitCrits had that trait wrenched, I mean, trained out of them in the universities. For the serious student of Great Literature, stories are for the uneducated; real intellectuals deal with what stories mean.
It is fortunate for this community that I am not a criminal.
Sherlock Holmes, from "The Adventure of the Bruce-Partington Plans"
Arthur Conan Doyle
Fox's Bill O'Reilly just now finally proved to me he's an arrogant, know-nothing populist asshole: he just called the (libertarian) Reason Foundation "a left-leaning organization". This, after last night's treatment of radio talk show host Neil Boortz, convinces me that O'Reilly has no understanding of the term "constitutional republic".
A friend just sent me a link to this San Francisco Chronicle article: "How Sean Penn got gun permit" in Marin County, California, which is the county just across the Golden Gate Bridge from San Francisco itself.
I'm reminded in the article that Kern County remains a great place to acquire a permit to exercise your fundamental human right to carry, but hadn't known that Shasta County seems to be another good place to acquire that "permission". Alameda County and San Francisco City remain blatant tyrannies.
In the primordial times of the Ancient Ones, when the pyramids of Egypt were constructed, when the Temple of Doom's various spiked walls and mousetraps and poisoned darts and awkwardly placed sharp-edged coffee tables were loaded and stretched taught and coated and positioned, when various sacred artifacts capable of bestowing godlike powers on human beings were sprinkled throughout the globe in a variety of secret caverns and a menagerie of giant bugs and reptilian monsters and hot women who cast spells or turn people into statues or potted plants were tasked to guard them, said Ancient Ones apparently spent all their free time concocting incredible devices and books and objects for which Mankind Was Not Ready.
You would think, after the third or fourth Object of Ultimate Power was locked away in the care of an immortal protector, it might have occurred to the Ancient Ones what a spectacularly bad idea it is to have so many really, really powerful and dangerous things lurking about. In the Movieverse, that realm in which movies take place, in which roadside bars employ more bouncers than they have patrons, in which jaded, don't-play-by-the-rules, unshaven cops are routinely partnered with wide-eyed rookies or robots or intelligent animals or Charlie Sheen, scarcely a weekend goes by when a small group of individuals does not preserve the world from being horribly destroyed when some ne'er-do-well gets his greasy mitts on one of these world-destroying old keys or pendants or spheres or staffs or something. It would seem, however, that much as groups of Movieverse teens select for their vacations year after year "that place where all those horny teenagers were disemboweled with pruning shears last year and the year before that," there is no talking sense to the people in charge of creating these paranormal knickknacks.
Steve Pegram pointed me to this 3-part article in "Film Threat" magazine's on-line edition, "The Fictitious Truths of Michael Moore", which ends with an online petition to have Moore and Michael Donavan's Oscar award for "Bowling for Columbine" revoked.
An excerpt:
The movie uses this tragedy as a springboard into the great gun debate, but the Columbine massacre is obviously about more than guns. A quick look at the story shows these two ghouls were plotting the event for some time and their acquisition of guns was a late bit of fortune for their designs. Along with firearms, this aberrant duo brought with them a propane tank modified into an explosive device, as well as a quiver of napalm fueled pipe bombs. It is doubtful the absence of guns would have stalled their quest for long.
and:
Another target in the film is the NRA, and specifically, its president Charlton Heston. The movie uses creative editing and a fluid timeline to paint Heston as a reactionary, who rushed into towns in the wake of shooting deaths of children to hold pro-gun rallies in an effort to stave off anti-gun sentiments. We get to listen to Heston’s Denver address, in which he sounds like a heartless boor in light of the current events in the region, but what is actually broadcast is a judiciously edited version that also contains segments from another speech that was given across the country, nearly a year later. Heston’s original speech was somber and conciliatory, but the audio cut-and-paste transforms him into a state of bloodlust. Moore not only fails to make this distinction, but he edits the scene with visuals so that the audio sounds to be seamlessly delivered from the Denver podium.
It gets worse.
Some years ago, when I was living in London, my good friend and head of the U.K. Libertarian Alliance, Chris Tame, introduced me to the Ealing Comedies produced in the post-war era (40's and 50's, prior to purchase of the studios by the BBC). A combination of subtle parody and broad farce, these predominantly outstanding cultural treasures featured actors now well known across both sides of The Pond, such as Alec Guinness and Peter Sellers, and pop cultural treasures such as the late Frankie Howerd (that's the spelling) - "Oooh! Missus!" - not as well known outside England.
Last week, I noticed a strong recommendation in the March 29 mailing of Miss Liberty's Film & TV Update for one of these comedies:
My top TV pick for the week is the Alec Guinness film "All at Sea," airing on Wednesday (4/2) on TCM. This is an absolutely dead-on libertarian comedy about an amusement park operator who overcomes a corrupt and oppressive local government intent on seizing his business. To my knowledge, this film is not available on video and it rarely appears on television. If you don't have time to watch it now, be sure to record it!
The version shown on Turner Classic Movies (TCM), which is now safely on my PVR because indeed, the movie's apparently not available on VHS or DVD in the U.S., was the MGM-distributed U.S. release of "Barnacle Bill", erroneously listed in the TCM program guide as having been released in 1958. The Latin numerals read "1957" in the credits, as do several filmographies.
Guinness plays Capt. William Horatio Ambrose, a competent and clever Royal Navy officer afflicted by a ravening case of seasickness ("I shall do my duty, M'am, to the best of my disability"), who buys Sandcastle Pier, a decrepit Blackpool wannabe. When Ambrose discovers that the local Mayor and Council have plans to steal the pier using eminent domain laws, he manages to have the pier registered as a cruise ship at anchor in harbor under the fictitious flag of Liberama: the RMS ("Really Motionless Ship") Arabella.
It's a great little piece, and now I have my own copy. In a similar spirit, I recommend "The Man in the White Suit", if you can find a copy. It's another Ealing comedy featuring Alec Guinness, from earlier in his career (1951): darker, with Randian undertones.
You won't find these comedies on Netflix, by the way: apparently, only Guinness' "serious" roles seem to be worthy of inclusion there. See Guinness's IMDB entry for a much more comprehensive filmography.
I can't help thinking about the Principality of Sealand when Capt. Ambrose recounts, "...hence my family motto: Omnes Per Mare... All At Sea..." when I read: "...Sealand's national motto of E Mare Libertas, or 'From the Sea, Freedom'".
I'm getting really sick of Geraldo/Jerry Rivera/Rivers/Rambo. Looks like he finally screwed the pooch: the Pentagon has him under investigation for having "shared" maneuver plans for the 101st Airborne on air. Ooops.
It'll be good to see the whore get kicked off the Fox Network. I'll bet his cohorts on Fox, who are already going to great lengths to say that Rivers is "...with the 101st but not officially embedded with the armed forces".
A few weeks ago I saw this moron sign off on a live report from Afghanistan, handing off to Fox's Orlando Salinas, saying "gracias, Amigo!". Salinas, a real Latino, was visibly taken aback, but managed to maintain his gentlemanly composure.
Moron. Hope he gets the boot soon. Can't happen fast enough for me.
O'Neill: "Alright, basic survival training. We know what we have, what do we need?"
Teal'c: "We have the Stargate. We need the Dial Home Device."
O'Neill: "Thank you, Teal'c."
Stargate SG-1
"Torment of Tantalus"
Someone's finally done it: a site dedicated to watchdogging that noxious pile of festering Oscar-nominee-waste-of-protoplasm, "documentarian" Michael Moore:
MOOREWATCH is dedicated to unearthing the truth behind the doublespeak and falsehood that spews from the mouth (and keyboard) of Michael Moore on a regular basis. Moore is a disingenuous danger to this country, and his assumptions and assertions should not go unchallenged. The collective expertise and research abilities of the entire Internet are more than enough to debunk most of the nonsense Moore regularly puts forth as fact, and we at MOOREWATCH hope to be the clearinghouse for this information.
One to watch; thanks to Ian Hamet.
[This is new contributor Mariko Kage's first blog post. Welcome! - Ed.]
I just went to watch "The Hunted", which opened Friday night. I highly recommend it.
The Fandango movie synopsis says: "The Hunted is a suspense-thriller about a deep woods tracker (Tommy Lee Jones) who teams up with a female FBI agent (Connie Nielsen) to hunt down a trained assassin (Benicio Del Toro). The killer remains one step ahead, and escapes into the city."
Tommy Lee Jones plays L.T. Bonham, a Tom Brown-like character and Benicio Del Toro is Aaron Hallam, a former soldier tormented by his experiences in Kosovo where he was an eyewitness to genocide. L.T., a tracker in British Columbia, once trained soldiers like Aaron for secret ops in the U.S. military. He explains to the FBI agent played by Nielsen, who is investigating the murder of hunters: "I trained him to survive, I trained him to kill." The movie is partially based on the life of Tom Brown, who has trained, among others, Richard Marcinko and SEAL Team Six.
One of the tracking scenes take place in Oregon's Cascade mountains, where Aaron hunts deer hunters, armed with only a knife. By the way, he uses a TOPS knife custom-designed by Tom Brown and prominently featured in the movie several times (see cover story in April issue of Blade magazine). I have been told that all the knife throwing in the movie was done by Tom Brown himself (with whom I recently trained).
Those who have trained at his Tracker School would appreciate the shots of Benicio using the hand drill, creating a tinder bundle, forging a knife, camouflaging in wilderness and in urban environments, and the attention paid to the art of tracking in general as well as several scenes of knife fighting. I read a terrible review by the L.A. Times this morning... they just don't get it. I say it's definitely a movie worth seeing again and learning from.
I've been on the "Miss Liberty's Film & TV Update" weekly mailing list for a couple of months, and recommend it. Sample pointer:
TUESDAY (3/18)9:30PM~COM~ South Park ~ "Two Guys Naked in a Hot Tub. In a Waco-like incident, the ATF kills a bunch of innocent partygoers because it mistakes them for religious fanatics."
I also recommend Jon Osborne's book "Miss Liberty's Guide to Film and Video: Movies for the Libertarian Millennium".
I'd pretty much ignored some fun pop culture in the last few years, including Tremors, one of those "cult movie" things I'd wrongly disdained. I saw a few of the original Tremors movies some weeks back (see my Burt Gummer QOTD post of a few weeks ago), and am now looking forward to the new Sci-Fi Channel series. This Burt Gummer profile is pretty amusing and insightful. Tremors is in my PVR queue now.
I hate "reality TV", and relatedly hate "Jackboot TV" (TM: just made it up, I think), but I admit to really enjoying CSI. After having spent the day in school (laid-off software engineer & experienced manager: hire me!), I watched a new episode, "Crash and Burn", which had some superb, non-trivial references (about 5 minutes of dialogue) to the life of Isaac Asimov, whose work I digested en masse in my teenage years before my conversion to the works of Robert Heinlein. Great stuff.
...then I speak my mind. TV likes a nut. If I just speak my mind honestly, I fulfill all my nut obligations.
(I hate to be the one to break this to y'all, but being a Libertarian, pro-freedom, governs-least-governs-best, free market advocate makes you as bugnutty in the TV world as Christopher Walken tangoing with Dennis Hopper while Sinead O'Connor plays finger cymbals.)
A while back on the Front Sight Alumni site, there was some discussion about a Miami Vice episode a couple of decades ago, called "Calderone", in which a real-life pistol champion plays a character (in this case, a hitman) who executes one of the most spectacular displays of true gun handling ever caught on film and integrated into a fictional narrative.
Apparently the episode aired a couple of nights ago. Video captures are available too... wow. Do check them out.
L. Neil Smith has some interesting things to say about the state of television. Take this interesting tidbit about the Star Trek franchise:
Star Trek: the Next Generation came along and I watched it, too. In many ways it was a tremendous improvement over the original series, although the world it was set in would have been a fascist nightmare to live in, the hero was more bureaucrat than ship's captain, and the "final frontier" was being settled under strict military and political supervision, after the timid Canadian or Australian models—which is to say not much at all—instead of the robust and energetic American model.The best episodes of the series were those involving the Klingon civil war, when it became clear almost immediately that the Klingons were the only decent, honorable, heroic, and worthwhile people in the galaxy. Maybe that's why the socialist creators of the series had it terminated. There has to be some reasonable explanation. To this day, Marina Sirtis (Deanna Troi) says that she doesn't know why they did it.
The essay continues to state that The Libertarian Enterprise will, from now, be taking on a much broader mission, to take back popular culture from assorted fascists and other scumbags. See "You Can't Fight a Culture War If You Ain't Got Any Culture" for some background reading.
Just two days ago, Friday, I received by mail my only copy of a book I'd lent out to a former co-worker, who surprised me by finally returning it to me by a private express carrier. I'd been warned by Murray Rothbard many years ago never to lend out my personal books, as I'd never see them again... even if that book was one of Murray's own (which it was, which was a reason we were having the chat at school... another story).
Friday's mail gifted me Victor Koman's Kings of the High Frontier, to my relief - and to my erstwhile colleague's credit, in exactly the same good condition as I'd lent it. The events of the last couple of days, including my truly belated and short account of a visit I made a little over a year ago to private space transportation startup XCOR, prompt me to write at least a short recommendation, if not a comprehensive review, of this superb novel.
The story surrounding the publication of this book is a bit of an unknown to me. From what I can gather so far, Victor Koman first published it online, then arranged with a small publishing house, Bereshith Publishing, to publish the novel as the first book in Bereshith's new "Final Frontier Books" imprint. My "First Limited Edition" of 1998 is signed on a page that was sewn into the book, and numbered 545 of "...1250 signed and numbered copies". The frontspiece is enticingly subtitled "Book One of the High Pilgrimage", but I know of no as-yet published "Book Two".
I'm astonished that the Amazon listing for this edition of the book (there's also an even more limited edition listed for $75) mentions a 4-5 week availability, with a US$1.99 surcharge. This extra little charge is apparently due to the requirement that Amazon special order their copies from Bereshith, manually.
No knock on the excellent job that Bereshith did with the book - everything between the covers is as good or better than what most major imprints would have done - but the idea of limiting such an important work to 1250 copies borders on tragic. The only thing I don't like about the book is the unfortunate cover. I'll go out on a limb here, but I do tend to judge a book by its cover. Good books deserve good covers, and it's unfortunate that few publishing houses with a science fiction imprint produce to the quality of the cover - as an example - on Ken MacLeod's The Stone Canal (TOR). I've even seen people on various mailing lists recently mention that they had a copy of Koman's book "laying around, waiting to be read", but were put off by the cheap dustjacket.
These same people are getting around to reading the book now, and are exclaiming their delight: it's a first-rate piece of science fiction, and one of those books, like Atlas Shrugged, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, or Unintended Consequences, that you simply can't put down once you pick it up.
Neil Walsh, even with his slightly squishy Canadian sensibilities, gives a good account of the book in his otherwise glowing SF Site review, and the Amazon entry gives a large body of editorial reviews of the book, with synopses. Go there for a longer description.
L. Neil Smith stated yesterday, on the day of the Columbia disaster:
NASA needs to be abolished, rather than handed over to anybody. It's a great wonder that many more of these fatal accidents haven't happened. NASA's record of incompetence (read the original specs the shuttles were supposed to meet), together with their real mission -- to keep you and me out of space -- make them a burden and a liability to anyone who wants to get off this mudball or who simply desires to be free.
Koman is a friend of Smith, and the above is pretty much his thesis too... and an opinion I share wholeheartedly. Even as I write this, my TV in the background is airing the opinions of hairspray heads like Geraldo Rivera who are wailing and needling people like "space tourist" Dennis Tito that "non essential personnel" shouldn't be flying into space, since... get ready for this... "it's tooooooo dangerous..."
Well, hell, human life is inherently dangerous. There's no escaping that fact. There's also no such thing as risk-free human action.
Koman's characters take that risk on themselves, as free men and women, and defy a government and its bureaucracy - NASA - that have no intention of allowing the final escape from tyranny that space truly represents. The viewpoint characters (there are quite a few of them) explore some wild and wonderful - and mostly fairly plausible - escape vehicles. The engineering efforts alone are fascinating stories, but the characters themselves, by the end of the story, are well fleshed-out and memorable.
This book really deserves a much larger audience than its initial 1250 print run. It's the Unintended Consequences of the free space movement. Pick up your copy before it becomes unavailable... then carefully lend it out to your friends!
And while you're at it, contact Bereshith Publishing and see if they'll consider another print run.
I watched the 2003 State Farm U.S. Figure Skating Championships in Dallas last night, and as usual was fascinated with all aspects of the competition - this is one of the few sports I watch - particularly the Senior Women's Free Skate. 22 year-old Michelle Kwan was even more spectacular than ever, placing first as expected and picking up an unprecedented 28th 6.0. She owned the ice that night, and it showed on her face and in her performance.

There were a number of other, notable performances, including that of 6th-place 18 year-old Ye Bin Mok, a Korean immigrant who moved to Los Angeles with her parents around age 9. What really piqued my interest in her was when one of the sports commentators mentioned in passing, "she's being home schooled". This was one of the last things in the world I expected to hear from a commentator, my mind being on the performance, so I did the metaphorical jaw-drop and made a note to check up on this assertion later.
True to the commentator's word, her USFSA bio page confirms her non-traditional status, with her school listed as "Laurel Springs Independent Study", which has quite an interesting website.
An interview with Ye Bin shows her to be normal, bright, ambitious (she's UCLA-bound), and apparently well-socialized in the sense of being able to relate to other human beings, adding yet another piece of data contrary to the erroneous assertions of the government-school pushers, many of whose inmates turn out to be righteous little loser sociopaths, which Ms. Mok most evidently is not.
I wish her all the best, and hope other homeschoolers use her as one of many solid examples of "it can be done, and furthermore, we can do it much better".
A policeman's job is only easy in a police state.
Ramon Miguel Vargas, played by Charlton Heston
Orson Welles' Touch of Evil, 1958
A Fox News commentator a couple of minutes ago aired an excerpt from a Jay Leno standup monologue, which went something like this: "... lots of fires in Malibu... turns out it's just Governor Gray Davis burning down California for the insurance money..."
A couple of months ago, I picked up the 2003 Guns & Ammo Annual for several of its articles, one of which discussed the Quigley Sharps Rifle used by Tom Selleck in the 1990 film "Quigley Down Under". Right after reading the article - my memory being what it sometimes is - I committed the film to my DVD queue on Netflix and promptly forgot about it.

Well, the movie arrived a couple of days ago, and I watched it last night. It's a great flick, and I highly recommend it on several levels. For starters, it's a good, classic western, but with modern thematic elements that don't in any way detract from its Movie-with-a-big-M grandeur. The characterizations are excellent: Tom Selleck's Matt Quigley and Laura San Giacomo's Crazy Cora have superb on-screen chemistry, and Alan Rickman's Elliot Marston is a different take on the English villains he usually plays (by the way, for my Samizdatan friends: "some of my best friends are Englishmen; really...").
What I particularly appreciated was the insistence of actor Selleck - himself an avid shooter and firearms collector - on historical accuracy in the film. In the setup to a particularly amusing and dramatic shooting demonstration Quigley gives to Marston, the former says:
"It's a lever-action breech loader. Usual barrel length is 30 inches. The one has an extra four. It's converted to use a special .45-caliber, 110-grain metal cartridge with a 540-grain paper-patch bullet. Fitted with double set triggers and a Vernier sight. Marked up to 1,200 yards. This one shoots a mite farther..."
Selleck's Quigley is The Perfect Cowboy: rugged, handsome, tough, clever, moral, and unconventional. The "tough" and "clever" parts are evident in his skill as a rifleman, his tactics (which included not only his fieldcraft but the use of his rifle as a jo-like impact weapon in one scene and escape tool in another), and the "moral" part is evident in his immediate, unequivocal, and visceral reaction to Marston's revelation of his real reason for sending for Quigley from the Americas to the Antipodes: to slaughter aborigines at distances the local riflemen couldn't reach.
The film's strong technical accuracy is not its only draw of course, for the reasons above and more, but being the technical guy I am, I notice that on p21 of the Guns & Ammo article is this tidbit from Mike Gibbons of Gibbons Ltd., who supplied prop firearms for the film:
"You never have live ammo on a movie set, so anytime you see a cartridge, you can be sure it's either a dummy round or a blank. For the shooting scenes, .45-70 black-powder blanks were used."
This is particularly interesting to me because in one scene, the camera pulls in for a close-up like the one in the picture in this blog posting. I distinctly saw more than more instance of Quigley experiencing the manly recoil of a full-house .45-110, with the push and the muzzle rise and all that. If there were no live rounds loaded, then that piece of filmmaking could only have been made at the insistence of a conscientious, educated shooting enthusiast like the actor himself. As a shooter, I really appreciate that level of attention to detail.
I'll not reveal more, but I encourage the reader to rent then buy this film.
It's back, at least for the 11 remaining episodes of season 4: SciFi Channel's Farscape! I don't usually do this, but here are some of the many compelling reasons to watch (the ship's herbalist, mercifully, was not included in this promo shot):
Those who've not seen this series will wonder what the fuss is all about. Without going into fanboy/obsessive detail, I'll at least say this: Star Trek it ain't. If you enjoyed Babylon 5 - after it really got rolling in the 3rd season - you'll probably like this. The characters are superb - they've followed the tradition of the original Planet of the Apes, where the guys in the heavy makeup really have to act through their masks - and is good enough to have an intelligent viewer actually care about the fate of an obnoxious muppet (if you're a viewer, you'll know I mean Rygel).
Hmm... now that I'm thinking of it, Ka D'Argo reminds me strangely of my friend Anton...
I came back from a long night of classes to find out, in time, that the History Channel was running an hour-long special, Axes, Swords and Knives:
Blade implements have been a part of civilized man's arsenal since the Paleolithic Age, when sharp tools were chipped off of flint or obsidian. But with the discovery of metallurgy, people were able to forge stronger, more versatile blade implements. We visit an axe-throwing contest in Wisconsin for an introduction to the least subtle of the blade tools. Then we visit a swordsmith and an experienced swordfighter who work in traditional methods from ancient sources, and review the history of knives. TV G
The swordsmith was Paul Champagne, who did a great job of displaying the basics of standard Western swordmaking. The experienced swordfighter was John Clements of ARMA (formerly HACA), an excellent and rare scholar-practicioner.
Dale Seago and I, a couple of years ago, had the rare privilege of spending a day training with John Clements at a seminar he gave in San Francisco. The training was superb, but even more, I was impressed with the work that Clements has been doing to reconstitute the real, unadulterated, and - to me, as a practicioner of traditional Japanese combat arts - enormously sophisticated European martial arts.
If you get the chance to train with Clements, take it.
Technology is all that matters. Technology is all that makes us human. You want books on technology? Every goddamned book is about technology. Every conversation is technology. Technology is all we got. If you don't like technology, you don't like humans. If you want the above premise written by authors who aren't smartasses, try Making Silent Stones Speak: Human Evolution and the Dawn of Technology (1993), by Kathy D. Schick and Nicholas Toth. They're a nutty couple that went out, lived in the bush, made stone-aged tools, and used them for wacky stuff like butchering an elephant. Is that science or performance art? It's the best of both. Read it.
I've not been to Jim Hogan's personal website for a long time, and just now happened to check it out in the course of editting my blogrolls (see right side, main blog page). It's improved greatly, and looks like a good how-to resource for aspiring libertarian science writers... or intelligent people in general, for that matter.
I had the pleasure of meeting Jim about a decade ago in London; he was visiting my flatmate and good friend Chris Tame, head of the UK Libertarian Alliance. He has the rare distinction among science fiction writers (I would include friend L. Neil Smith in this category - hi Neil, if you're reading) of being one hell of a nice guy, friendly and approachable. Say hi to him if you ran across him at a con.
Nature, Mr. Allnut, is what we were put in this world to rise above.
Katherine Hepburn
The African Queen
I have TechTV playing in the background while I'm working here, and just now saw an intruiguing ad for a book, TechTV's Catalog of Tomorrow. The images flashing by included some Foresight Institute graphics illustrating nanotechnological cell repair machines, apparently contributed by my friend Chris Peterson. The other thing that caught my eye was a dewar with an Alcor Life Extension Foundation logo: I'm a neurosuspension member of that cryonics organization myself.

This is another book I've not yet read, but find sufficiently interesting to point out to my readers. I'll review it when I lay my hands on a copy. In the meantime, the Amazon entry I point to here has 52 sample pages for perusal - lots of eye candy - with the index pages listed in full.
I saw this last night on the History Channel, narrated by "Actor and fight master Peter Woodward":
One of man's earliest effective hunting weapons, we learn why the bow and arrow became so dominant in history. Our combat team is sent to the woods to make their own as we study the craft of the bowyer and fletcher. We learn about Egyptian bows and try to fire accurately from an Egyptian chariot, and experiment with North American Indian bows--composite bows of horn and wood. And reenactors, using rubber-tipped arrows, recreate what it was actually like to be subjected to a "cloud of arrows". TV PG
It was quite an entertaining show, with some interesting tidbits such as the ability of the English longbowman to deliver 2 arrows simultaneously... by delivering one in a parabolic arc on target - like a mortar round - and quickly following through with a directly aimed second shot with a correspondingly short time on target. Amazing stuff.
I hadn't appreciated how underappreciated the bowman was on the European medieval battlefield, akin to the despised Japanese rifleman I've mentioned in another post here. A well trained, strong bowman with good equipment - the best of the English longbowmen, for example - was a relative rarity on the European battlefield. Vastly more common was the ill-trained, unmotivated, barely fed, despised-by-the-regulars draftee bowman, who was given little or no support from infantry or mounted armor.
When knights were captured, they were often ransomed. When archers were captured, they were usually killed.
One lesson from the show: if you're an archer, use your only advantages - quick mobility and ability to project force - by drawing your encumbered enemy into (to him) disadvantageous terrain, which means get the armored knight into the woods... where you can pick him off from behind trees - for that matter, from high up in trees - and separate him from his mates.
The program will be repeated 13 & 14 January 2003.
4 weeks from now on the Showtime network will see the debut of libertarian comedy duo Penn & Teller's "Bullshit!":
On January 24 at 11:00 PM ET/PT SHOWTIME will present the controversial new series PENN & TELLER: BULLSHIT! Master showmen Penn & Teller promise an aggressive, irreverent exposé of taboo topics using the duo's trademark humor, knowledge of carnival tricks and con-artistry, as well as hidden cameras and blatant confrontation. Each of the 13 half-hour episodes includes interviews and undercover segments intertwined with elements of Penn & Teller's non-traditional comedy routines.
I'm really looking forward to this.
Some months ago, I was recommending the modern Western flick The Way of the Gun as an example of some of the best tactical gun handling I've seen on the silver screen (a class which would also include Heat and Blackhawk Down). I just ran across a very interesting thread on the Front Sight Alumni site which makes for great reading.
My thanks to friend Steve Pegram for pointing me to the Geocaching website. It looks like great fun, and an excellent way to learn and hone GPS land navigation skills. I might jump into the game myself sometime soon...
I couldn't resist going to see the new James Bond flick - who can? - and allowed myself the willing suspension of disbelief which is the usual waking state of most moviegoers anyway, and determined to enjoy the film.
I can say that I did enjoy myself, even forgetting temporarily Halle Berry's ridiculous Oscar antics. Bond films are fantasies, and should be enjoyed as such. However, I just could not pretend not to notice all the horrible gun handling and tactics of Brosnan and Berry. Bond's character slinks around with his Walther (an updated model, of course) in what some of my first pistol instructors called "the High Sabrina" ready position... remember that silhouette of the girls from the original Charlie's Angels TV series? Think about it.
Not only that - really, I'm not nitpicking here - he "teacups" his pistol with his support side hand. And at one point, he drops a magazine on the ground, "speed reload" style, without any thought to 1.) noise discipline and 2.) whether there were still rounds left in the thing. If he had time to do that, he would have done a tactical reload, and quietly pocketed the partial mag.
Ms. Berry's goofy gun handling was just too bad to break down by instance, so I'll just take this crack at her: at no point did she actually have the sights aligned with an eyeball, instead employing a weird, cock-armed grip.
Is it too much to ask directors nowadays that they hire the right technical consultants for these easily and cheaply remediable problems? Of course, not all directors are Michael Mann material.
Hey, I'd be happy to help out, for a little cash...
I'd mentioned a few days ago that the History Channel would be airing a history of the M-16 weapon system that night. I just got around to watching it off my satellite system's PVR, and can recommend it.
This hour-long special starts with a backgrounder on problems with infantry weapons fielded in the Korean "police action", particularly in dealing with the Chinese human wave phenomenon. It was a bit of an eye-popper to see film footage of the spray-and-pray shooting on the part of the U.S. GIs, by the way, but the same thing could be seen in the way M-16s were misused in Vietnam, as evidenced in footage shown later in the program.
The bulk of the rest of the show is a fascinating discussion of the transition to the M-16 itself, centered primarily on the procurement politics of the period 1958-1963, as well as the scandal of weapon system failures during the 1966-1967 period in Vietnam.
As is typical of these History Channel "Modern Marvels" specials, there was a quick closing segment on new developments in the system, including what in my mind seems a goofy, overloaded carbine integral to the "Land Warrior" weapon system, which seems to be partially based on yet another set of soldier training misconceptions, and the Objective Individual Combat Weapon (OICW), another Frankengun based on similar precepts.
If the History Channel gets around to putting this special on DVD, do consider picking up a copy.
Once again, PETA scum make fools of themselves, this time at last night's Victoria's Secret gala in New York City:
Four women associated with People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals followed Gisele Bündchen down the runway holding signs that read "Gisele: Fur Scum," protesting the supermodel's recent advertising campaign for American Legend's Blackglama brand mink coats.

The intended targets of PETA humiliation, however, from Gisele Bündchen to others on the runway at the time such as the fabulous Tyra Banks, proved why They Get Paid The Big Bucks: they never lost their stride, defiantly ghosting through the animals-before-people harridans, who were quickly hustled off by male security, to drowning applause... New Yorkers are really getting sick of being pushed around.
You should see the full video clip on the Fox News site: it's much longer than what the TV channel was able to show, and is in many ways an inspiring piece of America at its best: the music, the beauty, the pride, and the defiance in the face of thuggery. I think Ayn Rand would have approved of the scene; it was a great Sense of Life moment.
While you're at it, by the way, ask yourself this: what's the probable fate of women like Naomi, Tyra, and Gisele in a world like the one the Islamofascists wish to ram down our throats?
Now I really feel like taking my Scout out later this weekend and joining the other PETA - People for the Eating of Tasty Animals - by attempting to take a boar. 'Tis the season!
For U.S. & world satellite TV viewers whose subscription includes the History Channel, I highly recommend the 4-part Sniper series which runs from tonight, every night for 4 days:
Snipers
One Shot - One KillStatistics prove it's damned hard to kill an enemy soldier on the battlefield. That's why the U.S. Marine Corps urges its best marksmen to become snipers -human machines, inhuman patience and precision. From distances up to 3 miles, tomorrow's Marines train to neutralize enemies with one shot from their rifles - a shot that can mean the difference between peaceful surrender and bloody assault. We journey from Vietnam to Africa and Eastern Europe to observe these snipers watching... waiting... firing.
TV PG