Sunday, July 19, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
No More TV
I tried to tune in the Wimbledon final just now. Alas, there is no longer even the fuzzy analog signal I had relied on for my infrequent t.v. viewing of live sports.
The controversy over the switch to digital has been covered enough. On the one hand I have to agree it is hard to gather much sympathy for television in general. On the other hand, the cynic in me is sure the switch is about selling new digital televisions. I've watched the digital signal at my in-laws for the past year and I can't say I really think the picture is much better. Clearer, maybe, but the screen looks strangely compressed and unnatural. Also, the signal is subject to that strange digital pixillation problem. Then again, I'm a guy who heard CD's back in the 80's and couldn't get past the strange compressive quality of the sound. I still have my old record albums and cassette tapes and, although CD's have their place in my collection, they did not replace the old stuff (as the cynic is sure was the intent). Generally speaking, I still think analog is superior. I think the Impressionists got it right when they showed most of life as viewed from the periphery.
I will miss television, much like I would miss radio. It is an option I liked to have when I want to remotely watch events. We have a cart which we wheel away when the t.v. is not in use. It's a simple setup and the lack of a t.v. removes its focus from our living room. I hate to visit friends and see the most social room in the house is directed, not at the guests, but at the entertainment console. The switch to digital meant we needed another box to add to the dvd/video boxes that already overburden the bottom rung of our t.v. cart. I just can't be bothered to add more clutter. So now we just won't have t.v.
The controversy over the switch to digital has been covered enough. On the one hand I have to agree it is hard to gather much sympathy for television in general. On the other hand, the cynic in me is sure the switch is about selling new digital televisions. I've watched the digital signal at my in-laws for the past year and I can't say I really think the picture is much better. Clearer, maybe, but the screen looks strangely compressed and unnatural. Also, the signal is subject to that strange digital pixillation problem. Then again, I'm a guy who heard CD's back in the 80's and couldn't get past the strange compressive quality of the sound. I still have my old record albums and cassette tapes and, although CD's have their place in my collection, they did not replace the old stuff (as the cynic is sure was the intent). Generally speaking, I still think analog is superior. I think the Impressionists got it right when they showed most of life as viewed from the periphery.
I will miss television, much like I would miss radio. It is an option I liked to have when I want to remotely watch events. We have a cart which we wheel away when the t.v. is not in use. It's a simple setup and the lack of a t.v. removes its focus from our living room. I hate to visit friends and see the most social room in the house is directed, not at the guests, but at the entertainment console. The switch to digital meant we needed another box to add to the dvd/video boxes that already overburden the bottom rung of our t.v. cart. I just can't be bothered to add more clutter. So now we just won't have t.v.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Tipping Point
I thought the point of FB was to not let people join who were not my friends. This is silly.
Apparently I'm not the only one that thinks so. H/T the underbelly.
I have two real issues with FB. First, I don't want to be telling everyone what I am doing all of the time. Nor do I really think it a wise course for anyone else who thinks it proper to do so. Second, there are just way too many people using the service. At some point, there will be too much "friend" information to track and the whole service will lose its appeal.
As far as I can tell, FB is just glorified email. When everyone is on FB, that should become apparent enough.
Apparently I'm not the only one that thinks so. H/T the underbelly.
I have two real issues with FB. First, I don't want to be telling everyone what I am doing all of the time. Nor do I really think it a wise course for anyone else who thinks it proper to do so. Second, there are just way too many people using the service. At some point, there will be too much "friend" information to track and the whole service will lose its appeal.
As far as I can tell, FB is just glorified email. When everyone is on FB, that should become apparent enough.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Mason Park
In Chatsworth. Visited the field today, this is apparently where the (original) Bad News Bears was filmed. Driving up to it seemed familiar, the long long straight road that Buttermaker drove down as he careened into the unpaved parking lot off Mason Drive, poured out some Bud and topped the can off with Jim Beam (a fine start to the day).
But the park layout is barely recognizable. The parking lot is now a grass strip between the road and the field, and the hill the "North Valley Marching Band" walks down on opening day is where the new parking lot is. The field itself has been reworked, the wooden backstop and dugouts and the wooden outfield fence are gone and the grass infield is now bare dirt. Only the sight line from the visitor's bench - the trees in the outfield - seems familiar.
There was no little league this afternoon. But the field was well used by two latino teams playing hardball. If the original movie's inclusion of Miguel and Jose Aguilar acknowledged the diversity of 1976 Los Angeles, today's visit maybe reflected that reality even more. I think I was the only white guy in the whole park. Glad to see the field is well used, but are the white kids just home playing video games (or driving around LA wondering at how much the city has changed)? Sigh.
[Come to think of it, there was absolutely nothing - no plackard or marker that I could see- in the park to commemorate its part in film. Could it be that this is not the field?]
But the park layout is barely recognizable. The parking lot is now a grass strip between the road and the field, and the hill the "North Valley Marching Band" walks down on opening day is where the new parking lot is. The field itself has been reworked, the wooden backstop and dugouts and the wooden outfield fence are gone and the grass infield is now bare dirt. Only the sight line from the visitor's bench - the trees in the outfield - seems familiar.
There was no little league this afternoon. But the field was well used by two latino teams playing hardball. If the original movie's inclusion of Miguel and Jose Aguilar acknowledged the diversity of 1976 Los Angeles, today's visit maybe reflected that reality even more. I think I was the only white guy in the whole park. Glad to see the field is well used, but are the white kids just home playing video games (or driving around LA wondering at how much the city has changed)? Sigh.
[Come to think of it, there was absolutely nothing - no plackard or marker that I could see- in the park to commemorate its part in film. Could it be that this is not the field?]
Friday, March 13, 2009
Paradox Watch
The March 12 edition of the "newspaper of record" weighs in with its take on child poverty in India.
Now I'm not about to take issue with the misery that is poverty, in India or elsewhere, but describing it as a paradox is wrong.
A paradox is an absurd statement that yields truth. There is nothing absurd here - that India is filled with grinding poverty that is unlikely to soon, if ever, reach the worst off in society is not hard to fathom. A country's economy, like its political system, is shaped (to a great extent) by its culture.
This is not about paradox. This is not even ironic. Poverty in India, much like in the US or Africa, is more about indifference than anything else. Maybe we read too much into "economics" and "democracy", two terms which are often used in the normative sense (we're a democracy - Yay), and forget neither has much to say about altruism. To a casual reader, the quoted passage may suggest that causality, that democracy should infer general well-being. I tend to think its the other way around, the fact of a strong economy or a vibrant democracy has little to say about how equitably the "general welfare" is spread about.
Small, sick, listless children have long been India's scourge - "a national shame," in the words of its prime minister .... But Even after a decade of galloping economic growth, child malnutrition rates are worse here than in many sub-Saharan African countries, and they stand out as a paradox in a proud democracy.
Now I'm not about to take issue with the misery that is poverty, in India or elsewhere, but describing it as a paradox is wrong.
A paradox is an absurd statement that yields truth. There is nothing absurd here - that India is filled with grinding poverty that is unlikely to soon, if ever, reach the worst off in society is not hard to fathom. A country's economy, like its political system, is shaped (to a great extent) by its culture.
This is not about paradox. This is not even ironic. Poverty in India, much like in the US or Africa, is more about indifference than anything else. Maybe we read too much into "economics" and "democracy", two terms which are often used in the normative sense (we're a democracy - Yay), and forget neither has much to say about altruism. To a casual reader, the quoted passage may suggest that causality, that democracy should infer general well-being. I tend to think its the other way around, the fact of a strong economy or a vibrant democracy has little to say about how equitably the "general welfare" is spread about.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Ka-Zuma
Have been on hiatus for a while - these are busy times.
No pictures this morning, but it was gorgeous north of point Dume and I ran 10k to impress some co-workers (who characteristically said they were impressed I showed up). I've never run that far before, and I hardly sun at all.
Anyway, the run took us south of Zuma to a really beautify stretch of beach. I had a hard time paying attention to where I was running, the water was so lovely, but I know so cold.
After the run I grabbed my swag (new re-useable grocery bag - yay) and headed for that beach, put on my fins and dove in. Oh my it was cold. But I adjusted and caught some fun, if small, waves.
When I left, a lifeguard was opening a nearby tower and had the water temperature posted: 54 degrees. Chilly. But it's march, baseball season's beginning, and there is a full summer of swimming ahead.
No pictures this morning, but it was gorgeous north of point Dume and I ran 10k to impress some co-workers (who characteristically said they were impressed I showed up). I've never run that far before, and I hardly sun at all.
Anyway, the run took us south of Zuma to a really beautify stretch of beach. I had a hard time paying attention to where I was running, the water was so lovely, but I know so cold.
After the run I grabbed my swag (new re-useable grocery bag - yay) and headed for that beach, put on my fins and dove in. Oh my it was cold. But I adjusted and caught some fun, if small, waves.
When I left, a lifeguard was opening a nearby tower and had the water temperature posted: 54 degrees. Chilly. But it's march, baseball season's beginning, and there is a full summer of swimming ahead.
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