Monthly Archives: February 2009

Han bytte bort kua, fekk fela igjen

I played the violin when I was a kid, for seven years. I gave it up because I didn’t want to practice for hours every day. If you want to be a good violin player, you have to practice. A lot. I had other things to do, (what with puberty arriving etc.), so I put it away.

That was seventeen years ago. I haven’t touched a violin since, until a few months ago, when I bought a Yamaha SV-150 electric violin. It’s sold as a silent violin, which isn’t really true – even without a body, violin strings are quite audible. But it’s more silent than a normal violin, which makes it neighbour-friendly.

The SV-150 sounds good, is practical to use, and has many nice features. I like it.

Besides, electric violins are awesome.

But here’s the amazing part: After all those years, I actually remember how to play. I’ve forgotten a lot. I don’t hit the notes right. I’m nowhere near good enough to perform – like I said, playing the violin well is hard. But I remember enough to enjoy myself. The ability has been stored in muscle memory all these years. I can even almost hear my old violin teacher gently reproaching me.

I still don’t want to be a good violin player. It costs too much time. There are other things to do. But I love having the ability to pick up a violin and play something just for myself.

Krugman and the financial crisis

Paul Krugman talks about the financial crisis:

I don’t have an opinion here. The consensus seems to be that governments everywhere need to spend a lot of money in some clever way. I respect economists who believe that, especially those like Krugman here who are honest about the effects: It might not work. Nobody really knows how to solve this, in the end it comes down to luck.

I also respect critics like the libertarians at Reason who point out that governments aren’t good at spending huge amounts of money. There’s a certain arrogance among economists about how finally, this time, they understand the economy well enough to know how and where to spend. Spring time for Keynes. I’ll believe that when they have a track record, not just anecdotes from the last crisis.

But maybe a wild and expensive shot with a hope of success is better than the alternatives. I don’t know. I’m not qualified.

Here’s what I believe: If this works, it will encourage people to think “hey, if the government can save the economy from a crisis by bluntly manipulating macroeconomic variables, maybe it’s also qualified to manage it in detail under normal circumstances.” That would be bad. We’re feeding a monster here, in the hope that it will help us, but even if it does we’ll have to wean it off the taste of blood later. (Alarmist metaphor? We’re encouraging politicians to spend huge amounts of money. Think about that for a second.)

A crime against art itself

Oh, I love this: My Name is Bruce is a low-budget movie starring low-budget superstar Bruce Campbell as Bruce Campbell, a cowardly actor forced by his fans to fight a real demon.

It’s all very self-referential, but the result isn’t smug. What comes through is the fan love: This is a movie made for and by people who love Bruce Campbell, a sort of horror response to Galaxy Quest. It’s cheap and crappy and adorable.

At this point some readers are saying: Yes, that makes sense. Of course Bruce Campbell should play himself in a low-budget horror comedy, and it would be very bad and very likeable. The rest are saying: Who the hell is Bruce Campbell?! There is little middle ground here.

Actually, the first group aren’t saying “yes, that makes sense”. They’re saying: I’ve heard about this movie for two years. Why wasn’t it released on DVD before this week? I don’t know. But it’s here now.

Pointing out what is and is not beautiful

When Edward Bernays wrote Propaganda in 1928, the word already had more negative than positive associations, but Bernays thought he could rescue the original, more neutral meaning: The art of propagating your ideas. Bernays’s vision of propaganda was essentially what we today call public relations, a euphemism he himself popularized.

Bernays distanced himself from mere advertisers. He wanted to consider the whole relationship between a company and the public, thus enabling a deeper level of manipulation. Don’t just tell them to buy. Change their worldview so that they arrive at the decision to buy seemingly out of their own free will.

Bernays is unexpectedly honest about his goals – noone in P.R. would be this frank today – but even so, this book is itself a work of propaganda. The foreword by Mark Crispin Miller points out Bernays’s real agenda, which was to sell his own services to business and government clients. Bernays was a giant in his field. He convinced women to start smoking. He did it by associating it with women’s liberation.

Bernays was a fan of Walter Lippmann. The influence shows in his vision of an elite of benevolent manipulators, kindly guiding their inferiors towards a better, more ordely future. But Propaganda has little of the depth of Lippmann’s Public Opinion, which is one of the great and dangerous works of political philosophy. Lippmann did his harm with ideas, Bernays with actions.

30′s movies marathon – part 17

Pépé le Moko (1936, France) – Excellent gangster drama, set in the Casbah in Algiers. Watched it all. IMDB reviewers say it invented noir. I say you should follow up with The Battle of Algiers.

Windbag the Sailor (1936, UK) – An old man who pretends to have been a sailor is tricked into captaining a doomed vessel. He inevitably ends up king of a cannibal island. Watched it all. Not very funny, but .. it’s British humor, finally!

Follow the Fleet (1936, USA) – Who needs medicare and the 35c flat rate fare, when Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers are dancing through the air? (I’ll soon run out of obscure song references, I promise.) Watched it all.

Satan Met a Lady (1936, USA) – A crime comedy with the actual comedy removed, leaving only unappealing cynicism behind. Watched: 20 minutes. IMDB claims it’s based on the The Maltese Falcon. I refuse to believe it!

The Garden of Allah (1936, USA) – It’s good to see a 30′s movie In Glorious Technicolor ™ at last, but what a mess the story is. You can’t cast Marlene Dietrich in a straight and boring drama. The sprinkle of oriental stereotypes don’t make it exotic, just stupid. Watched: 21 minutes.

Libeled Lady (1936, USA) – Some people are trying to frame some other people as part of some intricate plot. Charming nonsense, saved by William Powell and Myrna Loy redoing their parts from The Thin Man. Watched it all.

Finely versed in the technique of propaganda

The great political problem in our modern democracy is how to induce our leaders to lead. The dogma that the voice of the people is the voice of God tends to make elected persons the will-less servants of their constituents. [..]

No serious sociologist any longer believes that the voice of the people expresses any divine or specially wise and lofty idea. The voice of the people express the mind of the people, and that mind is made up for it by the group leaders in whom it believes and by those persons who understand the manipulation of public opinion. It is composed of inherited prejudices and symbols and clichés and verbal formulas supplied to them by the leaders. [..]

The political leader of today should be a leader as finely versed in the technique of propaganda as in political economy and civics. If he remains merely the reflection of the average intelligence of his community, he might as well go out of politics. [..]

“When the interval between the intellectual classes and the practical classes is too great,” says the historian Buckle, “the former will possess no influence, the latter will reap no benefits.”

Propaganda bridges this interval in our modern complex civilization.

- Edward Bernays, Propaganda

The value of news begins, once again, to have a dollar sign beside it

The essential problem with the newspaper business today is that it is suffering from a huge imbalance between supply and demand. What the Internet has done is broken the geographical constraints on news distribution and flooded the market with stories, with product. Supply so far exceeds demand that the price of the news has dropped to zero. Substitutes are everywhere. [..]

In this environment, you’re about as like to be able to charge for an online news story as you are to charge for air. [..]

Now here’s what a lot of people seem to forget: Excess production capacity goes away, particularly when that capacity consists not of capital but of people. Supply and demand, eventually and often painfully, come back into some sort of balance. Newspapers have, with good reason, been pulling their hair out over the demand side of the business, where a lot of their product has, for the time being, lost its monetary value. But the solution to their dilemma actually lies on the production side: particularly, the radical consolidation and radical reduction of capacity. The number of U.S. newspapers is going to collapse [..]

As all that happens, market power begins – gasp, chuckle, and guffaw all you want – to move back to the producer. The user no longer gets to call all the shots. Substitutes dry up, fungibility dissipates, and quality becomes both visible and valuable. The value of news begins, once again, to have a dollar sign beside it.

- Nick Carr, Misreading newspapers

What pictures we should admire, what jokes we should laugh at

Who are the men, who, without our realizing it, give us our ideas, tell us whom to admire and whom to despise, what to believe about the ownership of public utilities, about the tariff, about the price of rubber, about the Dawes Plan, about immigration; who tell us how our houses should be designed, what furniture we should put into them, what menus we should serve at our table, what kind of shirts we must wear, what sports we should indulge in, what plays we should see, what charities we should support, what pictures we should admire, what slang we should affect, what jokes we should laugh at?

[..]

The invisible government tends to be concentrated in the hands of the few because of the expense of manipulating the social machinery which controls the opinions and habits of the masses. To advertise on a scale which will reach fifty million persons is expensive. To reach and persuade the group leaders who dictate the public’s thoughts and actions is likewise expensive.

For this reason there is an increasing tendency to concentrate the functions of propaganda in the hands of the propaganda specialist. This specialist is more and more assuming a distinct place and function in our natural life.

- Edward Bernays, Propaganda

To Baldeziwurlekistanians, dog is a delicacy

With short stories it’s a short distance between the fascinating and the simply pointless. With little time to build characters or plots, the focus is often on cleverness, confusion and mood. Something weird and moody happens. Then it gets weirder and moodier. THE END.

Kelly Link illustrates this problem with Magic for Beginners. The two stories I finished are original and well written, possibly even brilliant. But it’s a kind of brilliance that does little for me. The stories are merely .. inventive. Pointless. I’m not looking for a moral, or adventure, just something to pull me in. It’s not far off, it just doesn’t click.

I’ve read a lot of bad short stories by writers who want to be Ray Bradbury, but that isn’t the problem here. Kelly Link follows that same genre-agnostic SF tradition, but unlike just about everybody else she does it really well. If you are going to read a modern SF short story collection, it should probably be this one. It’s won her prizes and a lot of fans.

But how about trying some older stories instead?

Life on the outside ain’t what it used to be

Superjail is the most psychotic cartoon I have ever seen. Superjail is the world’s toughest jail, run on a hobby basis by The Warden, the evil Willy Wonka of prison reform. “Violent” feels like such an empty word to describe this with. You’ve seen violence. This isn’t violence. It’s pscyhotic pychedelia.

Words .. superflous. Except, if I may: LOL.