My Mind Has Been Blown

This looks like the sort of technology that will be available in the 28th century:

PhotoSketch: Internet Image Montage from Tao Chen on Vimeo.

Seriously, this is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. The abstract is here. If I were a venture capitalist I’d be shoveling money to these guys.

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Punk'd by Terrorists

Like most Americans, I don’t have much time for Bill Ayers. Yes, I know he’s central to the vast left-wing conspiracy to elect Muslim Black Socialist Black Communist Black Muslim Blackity Black Black Black President Barack Hussein Super-Allah Obama, but he’s also a former terrorist — and no mincing words, that’s what he was. If you use violence against civilian targets to further political aims, you’re a terrorist, and while Ayers was ultimately not convicted of any crime, that doesn’t make him innocent. I have little time for the man.

That said, because Ayers and Obama — both professors at the University of Chicago — crossed paths a few times, Bill Ayers has become a Svengali figure in the right-wing mythology of Barack Obama, secret Kenyan. For bizarre, half-assed reasons, conservatives have convinced themselves that Ayers secretly wrote Barack Obama’s first book, Dreams from My Father, because everyone knows African-Americans can’t write — I mean, Barack Obama just isn’t that good a writer. No, really.

This is, of course, incandescently offensive, but pretty much par for the course from the right, so one tends to ignore it, because the alternative is caring whether Bill Ayers lives or dies, and I don’t.

That said, my disdain for Ayers does not inculcate me from the ability to be amused by massive conservative fail, and that’s when one has to note that something wonderful has happened:

Anne Leary creates traffic and attention to her previously obscure blog with a picture of Bill Ayers and a “conversation” that sounds like suspiciously like a letter to WorldNetDaily’s forum:

Dear WND – I am a blogger from the midwest and  I never thought this would happen to me…

Leary (and you should be) claims that she said “Hey you’re Bill Ayers…” and a guilt-ridden Ayers immediately broke down and admitted that he wrote Barack Obama’s book.

Yep. A conservative blogger sits down next to Bill Ayers, and tell him that she’s a conservative blogger, and Ayers immediately tells her that he wrote Dreams from My Father, and she reported that as fact. Was Ayers serious? Of course not. Criminy, even Jonah Frickin’ Goldberg can see through this. But that didn’t stop much of the wingnutosphere from jumping on this as proof — proof! — that Bill Ayers is actually president.

You don’t have to like Bill Ayers to find that highly amusing.

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Your TV is Lying to You

Reprinted from Therinth, a burn ward RN.

Having spent the past twelve hours hanging out with a bipolar person in their full blown manic state, i’d like to make a few comments. And i’m making this post public, unlike most of them here.

(Perhaps them being manic wore off on me some, because i can’t get to sleep without saying some of these things.)

I watched the first 30 mins of the first episode of House for this season. Let me list the ways this show is wrong: House attacks another pt, and is still bunked with that pt, and not moved to the violent psych ward with people who are manic with a side of stabby. They give House haldol. Haldol by mouth is like the unicorn. NO ONE HAS EVER SEEN IT. If someone’s fighting you, you think you’re going to stick your finger in their mouth to give them a pill where they can bite you, and/or spit out the pills, or cheek them? No. Haldol is an IV/IM drug. House’s manic buddy, who helps him out, is mildly plausible as a character, until he starts…helping House out. Rhyming, yes, too much energy, yes. Annoying? Hell yes. Responsible enough to help someone else follow through on a plot? Oh hell no.

And also, the time he’s cuffed, no one is in the room with him, that’s UNLIKELY, given restraint laws these days, and when he’s in solitary…for reals? That room is *that* white? No fucking way. Not a single stain of shit, piss or blood? Unnnnnnnnnnlikely, my friends.

House is usually enjoyable enough that i can suspend my disbelief. But if i’m going to keep watching, the next hour had better have him have his ass back in the hospital, where i can merely smirk at the thought of doctors hanging IV meds.

So, while i’m babysitting this patient, stopping him from picking off all of his dressings with continual reorintation and redirection, what plays in the background? That new medical show, Three Rivers.

Gah. I didn’t pay attention to the whole thing. I didn’t have to. What i heard was enough. The part where someone who doesn’t have insurance (and isn’t even an American?) needs a transplant. The doctor smugly tells some secondary character that, “You’ll find a way…” implying that somewhere there’s a loophole big enough to drive that truck through. I’m sure by the end of the episode it happened — someone reached up their rectum, and found a quarter of a million dollars that they didn’t know was there to fund the operation.

I hazard a guess that this is what is wrong with America’s interpretation of their current healthcare system. Perhaps, not having recently been ill, or having always been well monied, you’ve never pondered what typical medical care is like, or how much it all might cost, were you without insurance. You think it’s all like it looks on TV. And even if the worst does come to pass, and you’ve blown through one liver and need a new one, well, surely someone will break some rules for you, too.

No.

You lose your job, find out you need coverage for cancer-car-wreck-diabetes-your baby-can’t-breathe the next day?

You’re fucked. (Unless you pay into Cobra’s outrageous system. And when that runs out? Still fucked.)

You never had a job with health insurance?

Way fucked.

While i’m so very damn proud of my profession, i believe we cannot continue to go honorably on. Not when the real deal is that people are denied care every day because of situations they cannot control. Even if they could control them — they shouldn’t be denied.

There’s no Dr House or Grey’s Anatomy blowhard who is going to come down from on high to save you on your worst day, no matter how much TV you have viewed.

You’re one job away from losing it all, or going bankrupt to pay for it. Not only you, but your children, your parents, your neighbors. (All you people who are getting by on Medicare, get off my fucking lawn unless you see the irony in the care that you receive.)

We need a public option. We needed it yesterday. We sure as hell need it tomorrow.

Please, if there’s anyone you can talk to about this, do so. Get the word out. We are all in this together, honest to fucking god, as humans on this planet, as Americans, as people who at the very least should have the wisdom and self preservation to hope their nannies and dishwashers won’t have untreated TB.

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On Kirby, Marvel, Copyright and Moral Claims: Scattered Thoughts

[This post is reprinted from Attempts, a blog I read and highly recommend. (Those “Alas” readers who aren’t interested in comics may still want to check out “Attempts” for posts like this one about Roman Polanski).

[Thanks to Stephen Frug for his kind permission to repost this on “Alas.” –Amp]

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Thoughts on the copyright reclamation by the heirs of Jack Kirby, sparked by this post by Alan David Duane.

(In reading the below, remember I’m neither a lawyer nor a policymaker nor even one who has read the relevant legal documents; I’m going by a (semi-informed, but distinctly) layman’s readings of the news stories about them. If that doesn’t interest you, bail now.)

1)

The heirs of Jack Kirby have filed a notice of copyright reclamation in the case of superheroes he had a hand in creating for Marvel in the early 1960’s, characters such as the Fantastic Four, the Hulk, and even Spiderman (who was created by Steve Ditko more than Jack Kirby).

2)

It’s important to remember what’s going on here. Kirby’s heirs aren’t suing anyone — at least not yet. They are filing a notice of reclamation. They are able to do this because of the odd nature of our current lengthy copyright system.

Until 1976, copyrights were good for 56 years — an automatic 28 with a single optional renewal. In 1976, Congress extended that period — first to 75 and then later to 95 years (oversimplifying but in essence). This was not only prospective, applying to works copyrighted in 1976 and later, but retroactive, applying to old works too.

But this created an odd situation for those who had sold their copyrights prior to 1976. What they’d sold was copyright as it existed then, i.e. the 56 year term. What to do about the extensions for sold copyrights? Should they belong to the original owner (on the grounds that they only sold the existing copyright of 56 years and not any more), or should they belong to the new purchaser (on the grounds that the purchaser bought the copyright and the extension doesn’t affect that)?

(Note that this is also a different legal situation than the one involving DC/Superman/Jerry Siegel’s heirs.)

3)

This entire debate is distorted by a broader misconception in our culture about the relation of worth and wealth to merit and effort.

It is a strong cultural myth in our society — an essential undergirding of one of the two major political philosophies of this country, and an almost-as-important one for the other — that people who get rich deserved it. They worked hard, or had a good idea, and therefore they made it. Conservatives tend to (implicitly) assume this is the end of the story: if you work hard and/or are smart, you’ll get rich; if you’re poor, it’s your own damn fault. Liberals, in contrast, recognize unfairness and randomness to a degree, so they tend to say that people can work hard and stay poor. But neither side tends to see the fact that wealth is at least a much a matter of chance and luck as it is of merit or effort.

The reason we don’t like to see that, of course, is that it upends the supporting intellectual assumptions of most of our society: if the rich are simply lucky, then the enormous favor they receive is unearned and unfair. ((Incidentally, the consequence of this argument isn’t necessarily a socialist economy, which I wouldn’t actually favor; there are extremely strong pragmatic grounds for favoring the retention of a capitalist system and, as part of that, a robust set of property rights. It’s just that such a system should be supplemented by a far stronger redistributory state (in a tax-for-social-goods-sense) than is true of the U.S. today; and also (and this is almost as important) that the public culture and debate should recognize the preponderance of luck in the outcomes of economic lives.))

This is never more true than when we are talking about intellectual property.

I’m not (repeat, not) saying that artistic merit has no relation to how well a work does. But it’s been extensively argued on theoretical grounds, amply seen throughout history and shown in controlled laboratory studies that merit is, at best, a necessary but not sufficient factor. Harry Potter may have been a good series of children’s books — but there are a lot of other books that are equally good (as I’ve had children’s librarians say to me); J. K. Rowling may have been good, but she was mostly very, very lucky.

However true this is of the success of original works, how much more strongly true is it of intellectual properties ((What a vile phrase.)) which have success in derivative works!

This distorts our discussion in numerous ways. In part it leads to people saying things like

I won’t argue with anyone who tells me Herb Trimpe is unlikely to return to Marvel and create a blockbuster, breakthrough character that generates millions of dollars, no matter what sort of compensation deal is in place.

…which implies that the talent and effort of Herb Trimpe (who was the first man to draw (although he did not create) Wolverine) was a major role in Wolverine’s becoming a breakthrough character. This is not because of what Herb Trimpe did or didn’t do. ((Although in fact I think that Wolverine’s blockbuster status has far more to do with Chris Claremont, and to a slightly lesser extent Frank Miller, than it does Herb Trimpe or Wolverine’s creators — although Claremont and Miller have even less legal claim than do Wolverine’s originators.)) It’s because time and chance — and broad social forces such as create a market for characters such as Wolverine — and, above all, fashion are what made Wolverine worth what he’s worth today.

The fight that will follow over the ownership of the Fantastic Four isn’t quite like a fight over a lottery ticket; but it’s far, far closer than anyone is granting in this discussion.

4)

There is a third party to every legal battle over intellectual property, one which has neither lawyers nor lobbyists on its side. Thanks to the recent intellectual growth of the copyleft movement, it has some advocates; but their position is largely based on reason and fairness and the public good, and is therefore extremely weak. But it is the most important party nonetheless.

I speak, of course, of the public.

Intellectual property — a misnomer, really, since there is no thing to be owned — is a government-enforced monopoly restricting freedom of speech. It restricts your ability to say what you want to say, in person or print or on film or in comics — if what you want to say is, for example, “I was the shadow of the waxwing slain by the false azure of the windowpane; I was [REMAINDER DELETED DUE TO DMCA TAKEDOWN NOTICE]” It equally, and even more indefensibly, to your ability to tell an original story — if that story is about, for example, Superman or Spiderman.

There are reasons for so limiting speech — which is why the power to do so is explicitly granted in the Constitution — but given that it is limiting very basic human rights, the power is moral only insofar as it is necessary to accomplish its stated ends. (Whether or not it is legal is a separate matter.)

5)

The moral case for creators’ rights is both essential and irrelevant to the Kirby-copyright issue.

It’s irrelevant because neither party has a very good moral (as opposed to legal) claim. On one side we have Kirby’s biological heirs; on the other, the corporate descendants of the companies he worked for. Neither set of people had much to do with the effort or talent put into these characters; they are fighting for an inheritance, and like any fight for inheritance they are fighting for things they may have title to but don’t in any moral sense particularly deserve.

But it’s essential because it was only because of the (perceived) moral rights of creators that copyright was extended in the first place.

If the case before Congress had been that companies wished to extend their intellectual monopolies to make more money from them, then even that bribery-pliant group of sellouts would have a hard time justifying such a vote. So it was all talked up in terms of the struggling, lonely dreamer, hoping to turn his or her talent into a win for his or her heirs.

This was a fiction, of course — as much of a fiction as the notion that estate taxes hit small farmers rather than wealthy businessmen, and a fiction of the same kind, i.e. a propagandistic one designed to hide the true beneficiaries of public policy. But in terms of the copyright extensions passed in the 1970’s, and then again in the 1990’s, and then again whenever Mickey Mouse next threatens to go out of copyright, it’s an essential one. Without this fiction, the extra value that came from the copyright for years 57 – 95 of an intellectual property simply wouldn’t exist — or would, rather, be held by the public and not by anyone in particular.

This is why you can’t say of copyrights what you’d say of, for example, real estate. If you sell a house in a poor neighborhood, and then it becomes trendy, and the owner therefore (through luck) becomes rich, you can’t complain that you didn’t know its worth when you sold it. But no one seriously doubts (pragmatically if not morally) the perpetual property rights to real estate. ((Except the bible, of course, which wanted everything reset to zero every fifty years to ensure justice (Leviticus 25:13). What socialist commie pinko wrote that, eh? ))

Whereas the purchasers of these monopolies, which have become valuable only due to chance (and the efforts of thousands, morally and artistically indistinguishable from similar efforts which led nowhere), have any chance of extending them at the expense of the public only by appealing to the moral claim of their creators.

Marvel wants to argue that, for the good of people like Jack Kirby, it must have the right to hold a monopoly on his creations — against, in this case, his actual heirs. They need the appeal to Kirby’s rights to win the broader public debate, and need to squash that same appeal to win the narrow legal one.

The myth that wealth is earned is necessary to make us think that the financial windfall is significantly due to Kirby’s talent in the first place, and that this fight over a lottery ticket is a fight over who really deserves it — blinding us to the real answer, no one.

6)

Artists can’t threaten to withhold their next breakthrough character from big companies if they’re not fairly compensated, because they have almost no say in whether they can create one. They put their effort and talent into what they make; but what makes it valuable is fashion, and the efforts of others, and luck, and a host of other factors.

Companies have extended copyright based on a myth of the individual creator — who they are trying to screw over at every other moment so as to make money for themselves.

Of course artists should be fairly compensated for their work — and there is, as I have said, a very strong pragmatic argument for copyright, one I don’t disagree with (assuming that said copyright is, as provided by the U.S. constitution, “for limited terms”). But the vast wealth at stake here is irrelevant to that right, since it is all-but-irrelevant to that success.

And of course companies should be able to get funding to make (say) movies, and then profit from those endeavors. But they want more than that; they want to maintain a public monopoly on the ability to tell stories about certain characters who, for whatever reason, have caught the public’s imagination, so that not only can they make and profit from stories about their characters, but so that they can ensure that theirs are the only stories about those characters that are there to be told.

7)

Since I’m not a lawyer or policymaker, but simply a citizen with opinions on public policy, I can say that I support neither Kirby’s heirs nor DC/Marvel. I think that, 56 years after their creation, all works should be in the public domain. The supreme court, alas, disagrees — which seems to mean little more than their unwillingness to open the can of worms of recognizing that our current Congressional system is so poisoned by legalized bribery that no judgments of Congress (or the President, or really the Courts) can be understood as representing the public interest save incidentally. They said it was Congress’s call to make — which would have been a reasonable argument if Congress wasn’t bought and paid for by the stakeholders on one side of this particular issue.

But the Congress was bought and paid for, and the Court was unwilling to enforce the rights of the public. So what we are left with is a debate over who should get to steal from the public the winnings of a lottery.

8)

To anyone not convinced by all of the above:

I have one more argument for my position. It’s a knock-down, irrefutable, overwhelming argument, such that if you heard it you could not even begin to imagine disagreeing with me. It would, in fact, revolutionize your thinking on every aspect of this issue.

But since this set of concepts can, as it happens, only be expressed in metaphorical terms as an X-Men story, I’m not legally allowed to share it with you until the X-Men go into the public domain.

Until then, you’ll just have to trust me.

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That Glorious Day When Jesus Founded America

As you’ve probably heard, the folks who brought you Conservapedia are currently hard at work on the Conservative Bible, because that Jesus guy was a crazy dope-smoking hippie who had all these goofy ideas about healing the sick and helping the poor and turning the other cheek and crap like that. Now, I haven’t read it yet, but I’m really looking forward to this scene:

Jesus Founds America

Yes, that’s “One Nation Under God,” a new painting by artist Jon McNaughton, and it’s one of those great moments in conservative kitsch, like Rifle Jesus, that just warms the cockles of your heart.

Now, the servers on the guy’s site are currently melted, what with the HuffPo and Wonkette links, but I’m hoping he gets them back up soon, because for the full effect, you really have to see the mouseover information explaining the symbolism of the picture (because, as all artists know, the best way to make your symbolism apparent to the viewer is to tell them exactly what your symbolism is supposed to mean).

Yes, there’s the “liberal woman reporter!” And the “Mother!” With her “handicapped child!” (Said child does not appear to be in any way disabled, which mayhaps is why McNaughton felt the need to identify him thus. Then again, we’re all probably glad he didn’t try to depict a disabled child “sensitively.”) There’s the Supreme Court Justice weeping over Roe v. Wade, and the Evolution-Teachin’ Professor, and Mister Hollywood, all hanging out by Satan Himself. Okay, after the Polanski stuff, I guess I’ll give McNaughton Mister Hollywood, but still, that’s a mite over-the-top. And my favorite of the onlookers, the “Typical Immigrant,” who is depicted as possibly Asian-American, and who is shocked that Jesus is actually the founder of our country! I guess that’s because he read those silly citizen’s guides with their noting the founding fathers favored church-state separation.

And of course, in the pantheon with Jesus are swell folks like Aryan Youth! (That’s my term for the kid, not his.) And Black Soldier Whose Name is King So I Don’t Have to Paint Martin Luther King, Jr.! And way, waaaaaay off in the distance, it’s Frederick Douglass and Harriet Tubman and Sequoyah! And also Susan B. Anthony! So there!

But of course, front and center in the picture is Jesus, seen here writing the Constitution which includes provisions for freedom of religion. Silly Jesus! Always with the jokes, that guy! Still, I’m glad someone is finally giving us a look at the real story of the American Revolution, which is not the story of a bunch of rich white guys finding ways to make America somewhat more classically liberal than it was under British rule, but the story of Jesus. Oh, and also, Glenn Beck’s favorite book. That too.

UPDATE: This is some weapons-grade snark right here.

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Enough of "Behind the Veil" Already!

Krista at Muslimah Media Watch, in the first of a series reviewing the Globe and Mail’s “Behind the Veil” series (about about women in Kandahar, Afghanistan), begins by objecting to the title:

They could not have come up with a more clichéd title if they had tried, and there is absolutely no excuse for such a lack of creativity at such a big newspaper. To illustrate just how overdone this title is, a Google search of “behind the veil” (in quotes) gives about 569,000 results, including articles and books on women in Iran, “Western” journalists’ encounters with “women in conservative Islamic societies”, representations of Muslim women in Indian writings, an Australian woman’s experiences as a nurse in Saudi Arabia, prostitution in Iran, HIV/AIDS in Muslim countries, and even a BBC report from 2001 that also focused on Afghan women. The point is, it’s been done, ad nauseam, especially (but not exclusively) with regards to Muslim women, and “behind the veil” as a name is just plain lazy. Maybe that sounds harsh, but my frustration comes from having seen titles like this time and time again, and the implication that the only reason to pay attention to Muslim women is in order to de-veil them.

In addition to the lack of creativity is the message that this title sends, particularly to Afghan women: “The veil is the only thing that comes to mind when we think of you. It takes us a whole lot of effort to consider that, behind the clothing you wear, there might actually be real people worth talking to.” […]

Listening to the journalist’s introduction, available in video form from the series’ website, and reading the foreign editor’s note explaining the rationale behind the series, I was struck by just how formulaic it all sounded. Afghan women are to be pitied, and Afghan men and/or culture are at the root of all of their problems. Oppression can be measured by how many layers of clothing women wear. Not that there aren’t problems for Afghan women, but the lack of complexity anywhere in the introduction surprised me.

There’s lots more at Krista’s post (including praising the Globe & Mail for being unusually open about their methodology); I’m looking forward to reading the rest of this series.

This is something I’ve read again and again; women’s activists in Afghanistan, and many other places, are sick of westerners focusing on what women wear as the leading indicator of Muslim women’s oppression. From an article about Sakena Yacoobi, an incredible women’s activist in Afghanistan:

Afghan women “wear hijab because they want to,” she stated. “Yes, there was a time during the Taliban that they had it wear [it], but now if they don’t want to, they don’t have it wear it.” When those outside of Afghanistan see the garb as oppressive and “want to teach us human rights, when they want to teach us democracy, when they want to teach us all these things, [it is] according to Western culture. And that is not right.”

There’s a lot Naomi Wolf says that I disagree with, but this statement (from Wolf’s Facebook) seems on target:

When you travel throughout the Muslim world, listening to women there, you often hear FROM WOMEN THEMSELVES more nuanced views of the headscarf, and of modest clothing, than you hear in the West; and — a point I cannot make often enough — when you actually listen to Muslim feminist or women’s leaders, many of them wish the West, with all its resources and potential for positive dialogue with the Muslim world, would focus its attention more on the life-and-death or survival-level challenges women and girls often face in Muslim countries – and in the developing world generally — from bride killings to legal subjugaton to lack of access to clean water and safety for their kids – than on what women are wearing, as if that is the only possible measure of their wellbeing.

I’m against anyone being forced to dress in a certain way — including using the government to force women and girls not to veil (1 2 3)– but this is not the primary issue facing Muslim women today.

(Many links via Fatemah’s link round-up.)

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Open Thread and Link Farm (bull fart edition)

Say what you want, link what you want. Self-linking is the stuff.

By the way, the bad news is I’ve been posting less often because I’m working hard on the Hereville graphic novel. The good news is, I’m working hard on the Hereville graphic novel.

Via LL, Eugene on My Modern Met writes:

The sculpture “What You see Might Not Be Real,” by Chen Wenling, was displayed at a Beijing gallery Sunday. A bull, meant to represent Wall Street, is seen ramming the biggest con man of all time, Bernie Madoff, into a wall. Totally deserving, if you ask me.

The huge cloud coming out of the bull’s rear not only refers to the end of a greedy era, but also symbolizes the danger of virtual bubbles in international financial markets. In a society based on desire and money, some people choose to create many false impressions, while others sadly fall for them.

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  1. A defense of gender-neutrality in early childhood.
  2. Tiger Beat Down on Polanski excusers. (Via)
  3. Reading about this case of a couple kept apart as one of them died reminds me: People who are against same sex marriage are hateful and cruel. That’s all they are, that’s all they’ve ever been.
  4. Oh, and they’re insincere about not being bigots, too.
  5. $41,000 to $470,000. That’s the lifetime financial cost of being a same-sex, rather than opposite-sex, couple.
  6. Controversial All Black School Opens in Ontario
  7. CBS Feeling the Pressure to drop Lou Dobbs. (This alternet story on the same subject is interesting, as well.)
  8. The Right’s Smear Campaign Against Kevin Jennings.
  9. Life In Four Bottles Bint quotes a correspondent, who says “Damn! I’m already on the third one!” Sometimes I feel like I’m not even at bottle two yet.
  10. Racism or Free Speech? Maybe both. An Asian student puts up a racist flyer full of “funny” racist jokes about Asians.
  11. Is mandating that Americans buy health insurance Constitutional?
  12. Looking at this chart of job loss in this recession, compared to past recessions, may make you weep. And if you’re an elected Democrat, it should definitely make you weep, and perhaps panic.
  13. Disclosure is not information.
  14. Texas prepares to cover up the execution of an innocent man.
  15. Rabbi Brant on the Goldstone Report, and why he finds it trustworthy.
  16. Why women have sex, why men have sex, and why the hell is the media so determined to pretend that the reasons are vastly different?
  17. How “paper sons” were part of the Chinese American immigration experience. (And by the way, go welcome back Reappropriate to active blogging!)
  18. Glenn Sacks, the least horrible MRA, is hosting a debate on his blog between two scholars, one from a feminist perspective, one from an MRA perspective, about domestic violence.
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PetPluto on The Best Scene in Dollhouse 2.1

In her review of the second season premiere of “Dollhouse,” Maia wrote “the scene that owned this episode was Fran Kranz and Amy Acker in a room,” but didn’t end up saying that much about the scene. (Which is fine, what Maia wrote about the rest of the episode was great).

PetPluto, in contrast, spent about half of her review discussing The Scene. I especially liked this observation: Continue reading

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Crack Out a Home Run, Shout a Hip-Hooray

Today marks the last scheduled major league baseball game in the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome. Happily, it may not be the last game played; the Minnesota Twins have managed to draw even with the Detroit Tigers in the AL Central after 161 games. Should the Twins and Tigers both win or both lose tomorrow, the last regular season game at the Dome will come next Tuesday; a Twins win and Detroit loss, either tomorrow or in game 163, would guarantee at least one final postseason game in one of the worst, most beloved baseball stadiums in Major League Baseball. And I’m hoping that the Twins get there thanks to a routine fly ball, lost in the ceiling by a right fielder, that drops for a bloop triple. It would be fitting.

domeswastikaThe Metrodome is, to be blunt, a terrible baseball stadium. It’s not a terrible stadium; for football it actually is quite nice. But as a baseball stadium, it makes a really good football stadium. The seats aren’t angled for baseball, meaning that if you sit down the third- or first-base lines, you face out into the outfield, rather than home plate. Watching the game from those seats all but guarantees a sore neck the next day. And of course, baseball is an outdoor sport. There’s no dumber way to enjoy the summer than inside a pressurized dome, under a yellowing teflon roof that, bizarrely, is stitched together in such a way that it forms a perfect Nazi swastika at its center. I am not making this up.

The roof, of course, has been at the center of bizarre plays throughout the history of the stadium, including the May 4, 1984 pop-up by Dave Kingman of the Oakland A’s that never came back down — it found an air hole in the roof, and Kingman found himself on second with one of the stranger ground-rule doubles in baseball history. (Corey Koskie repeated the feat in 2004.) And its off-white color is almost the same as the color of a baseball, meaning innumerable routine fly balls have ended up base hits for the Twins over the years.

Right field features the Hefty Bag — a tarp stretched above the right field wall to make it harder to hit home runs. Like Fenway’s Green Monster, only squishier. And above it, in the right field upper deck, is the area Star Tribune columnist Pat Reusse refers to as the “casbah,” a curtained-off section of the stadium where you simply can’t see anything happening in right field. (The seats are opened up for the postseason. Hooray?)

At least the field is now covered in FieldTurf, which makes it a little less like playing baseball with a SuperBall on concrete. In its earliest days, the field was SuperTurf or AstroTurf, and in an attractive shade of neon green, too.

Comparing watching baseball at the dome to watching a game at Wrigley Field or Camden Yards or Dodger Stadium or, heck, monstrosities like Oakland-Alameda County Coliseum or the late Three Rivers Stadium is like comparing a film seen in Imax with a film seen streaming over a 56.6 kbps modem.

And yet.

And yet the Metrodome was home for the Twins for 27 years, and 27 pretty good years. It was the home ballpark for all of Kirby Puckett’s storied career, the place where he hit the “We’ll See You Tomorrow Night” home run in game six of the ’91 series. It was the place the Twins had clinched their first series title in 1987 — the first major pro title for Minnesota in any sport since the Minneapolis Lakers in 1954. It was where they clinched their most recent series title in 1991 — the most recent major pro title for Minnesota in any sport. Kent Hrbek, Johann Santana, Torii Hunter, Dan Gladden, Brad Radke, Scott Erickson — these guys spent their Twins careers in the stadium. And Joe Mauer, Justin Morneau, Michael Cuddyer — these guys started their careers there.

The Metrodome wasn’t the first place I saw a major league game — that was the old Met Stadium, which sat on the site now occupied by the Mall of America. But it was the stadium I’ve seen the most games in. It was where I saw the only World Series game I have ever seen, or am likely to see — Game 1 of the 1987 series, Twins 10, Cardinals 1. I have never heard a sound louder than that stadium when Dan Gladden hit his 4th-inning grand slam, blowing the doors open, the stadium erupting into a sea of white Homer Hankies.

And it was the first place my daughter saw a baseball game.

I will always remember the crowd cheering as the late Bob Casey admonished us that there was no smoking in the Metrodome, always remember the way he’d call out, “Batting third, the center fielder Kirbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Puckett!” I’ll always remember watching blurry replays on the stadium scoreboard, before they put in the jumbotrons. I’ll always remember getting blown out the doors by air pressure after a game. I’ll always remember watching them win it all in ’87 and ’91, even if I watched both game sevens on television. I’ll always remember watching Johann Santana in 2002, a few weeks after my daughter was born, with a possible strike and contraction of the Twins looming, in what could have been the last baseball game in Minnesota, and saying to friends that this guy’s gonna win the Cy Young some day. I’ll always remember bringing my daughter to watch her first game, an extra-inning loss to the Tigers during the miracle 2006 season.

It wasn’t a good baseball stadium. That will be Target Field, which opens next year, and which appears to be phenomenal. I’m sure many more memories will be made there.

But there are a lot of good memories being left behind at the Metrodome — indeed, the best memories in the history of Minnesota sports. Here’s hoping the old, dumpy, grey football stadium has a few more great baseball moments left, to add to the many great baseball moments that have come before.

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National Parks: America’s Best Idea.

Sorry guys. I accidentally deleted the disabled women athletes’ post twice tonight and I am so frustrated and angry at myself right now that its probably best for me to step away from the computer, before I lose my temper and throw the contraption outside.

So while I’m recovering my equilibrium, PBS has got a series called The National Parks: America’s Best Idea Their history is absolutely fascinating.

And I’d like to congratulate Rio on winning the bid for the 2018 Olympics. May they not be saddled with cost overuns, boondoggles and debt.

Um. On the subject of media? Did anyone watch Surrogates? What did you think about it?

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National Parks: America’s Best Idea.

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