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Friday October 15, 2004 |
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"The supply of misery, pain, and suffering is unlimited. But so is the supply of pleasure, contentment, and fulfillment. It is we who do the rationing." --Greg Anderson |
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¤ The baseball playoffs continue, and while I continue not to care (other than to root for whoever is playing the Yankees) I'm torn in the American League series, where the Yankees are playing the Red Sox. The Yankees are up 2-0 now, and since they already beat Boston's two best pitchers, NY is heavily favored to win the best of 7 series. My quandary is that while I want NY to lose, that would mean Boston would win, and since my favorite sports writer is The ESPN Sports Guy, formerly the Boston Sports Guy, a Red Sox victory would mean another week or two of boring baseball columns. He's already pissed away 80% of his output for the past two weeks on one Red Sox thing after another, and would probably have spent 100% of it if he didn't have to do an NFL preview/picks article each Friday. Friday's game was rained out, which means they'll be playing Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, I guess, assuming Boston can manage to avoid the complete humiliation of not even winning a single game in the series, and I suppose it would be for the best if NYY just wrapped it up before next week, so the rest of us could get on with our lives and the Sports Guy could once again write about something I can at least pretend to care enough about to snicker at the jokes.
¤ Another one of the all-too-common, depressing, "Is a complete lack of common sense a pre-requisite for working in a high school these days." stories.
I mean really, what is wrong with people? If the kid had an Arabic last name would he have been disappeared for reasons of national security? Of course schools have to have strict rules about weapons on campus these days, but how on earth can they find a replica, non-functional gun, see the rest of his civil war outfit, know that students participated in the event a week ago, and persist in making asses of themselves by prosecuting him, knowing the media will get on it and the public reaction will be one of outrage? It reminds me of businesses that employ stupid people at unlivable wages, like low level retail, fast food, etc. In those sorts of jobs management simply has to assume that none of the lower level workers knows their ass from a hole in the ground, and needs specific training not to stick hamburger patties into either one. This is as soul-killing as communism for the workers, since any efforts to improve their job performance, be creative, etc are punished, but it's necessary since the vast majority of workers are simply too stupid to be allowed any flexibility in their job performance. (Trust me on this one, I worked around such people in such jobs for over a decade.) I don't think of educators as being like that, and perhaps individual teachers aren't, but school administrators certainly seem to be, and it goes right up the line. Perhaps the district or state admins set rules, chisel them in stone, and do not allow the local administrators any intellectual leeway whatsoever? So while we all want to brand RoseMarie Stark there with the scarlet "S" for stupidity, maybe she's just doing as she's been trained and ordered, and she knows how stupid it is, but her boss and her boss' boss have told her over and over again that any sort of weapon found on a student or in a student's vehicle must be punished by the rule book. Thus if she acts like a sentient human being and dismisses the whole thing once she knows the facts and the kid just gets a warning she'll be reamed by her bosses for making a judgment call she is not authorized to make, no matter how objectively correct it might have been? I'm just speculating, but since the alternative is that Mrs. Stark is dumb as a sack of hammers, I'd prefer to blame her superiors and the rat's maze of inflexible rules they've forced her to navigate through. It certainly reminds me once again why I so desperately never want to be stuck in a job in any sort of bureaucracy, since this kind of thing drives me insane. |
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Anyway, I had already spent a couple of hours Thursday working on my soon-to-return D2 column (bi-weekly, sort of a Diablo blog, but with a top ten list every other column, like in the old days) and didn't much want to spend more time on non-fiction. Plus she was up late Thursday, so by the time I got back in here and was faced with spending more time on the D2 column, doing a blog, or working on the novel some, I took the safe route and elected to surf mindlessly for an hour, before having a snack. I did eventually do a bit more novel stuff, and then spent a couple of hours finishing up the feedback portion of the D2 column (that's the feedback for the last column, which was written over 18 months ago) and putting down some more thoughts for the one I'm doing for Monday (probably) and then the Monday after the Monday after that. I don't know what I'll do in the 3rd new Decahedron, but I'm not going to worry about that yet. Overall, I got a fair amount of work done Thursday... just none of it on this blog. Friday I spent several relatively enjoyable hours watching some DVDs and skipping to the action sequences. The subject of my 2nd new D2 column is going to be realism in action, and while it'll mostly be an overview of how that works (or doesn't work) in D2, I'm going to mention movies as well. So I had to watch some action scenes to refresh my memory, and that led to Kill Bill 1, Matrix 2, Kiss of the Dragon, and a couple of others. The genesis of this is, of course, my own ongoing martial arts training (nascent thought it may be), since after less than two months of sparring, learning techniques, and seeing more advanced people spar, it's become very obvious to me how ridiculously fake most movie fights are. Well, obviously they're "fake" in that no one is really being hit and it's choreographed in advance, but I mean they're fake in that they aren't faking it well. Punches are obviously not going to land even before they're blocked, swords are swung far from the target, and blows that we are meant to think landed fiercely hit with the power of a dropped tissue. The biggest fake thing though, is missed opportunities. I know enough now to see how many hits could be landed, if the people actually knew what they were doing, and while it's fine if the fighters are just guys, in movies we're usually led to believe that the combatants are highly-skilled. Martial Arts masters, deadly computer programs, experienced cops, etc. And when it's obvious, even to my barely-trained eye, that they do not know what they're doing, it takes me a bit out of the movie. In their defense, the movies aren't trying to duplicate realism; they're trying to present the action in entertaining fashion, and make it fun for the general public, most of whom have zero martial arts training or combat experience. Lots of the better moves I've seen used in class are not very impressive from a distance, and some of the best moves require some knowledge of the art to appreciate. Tuhan (master, as he's called) can do things that don't look like anything, and when he demos them on you, at about 1/10th power, you stagger back three feet. That's useless to put in a movie though, since the audience can't feel the power of proper weight transfer, and it would just look like you were staggering back to pretend to be hit. So movies want big, flashy swings, things that aren't at all effective or necessary in a real fight, and lots of subtle, fast, close things that are actually deadly wouldn't look very impressive at all. The other factor is editing. Most of the fighting in the Matrix 1 and 2 is laughable, once you know enough to analyze their technique and footwork and speed (Speed especially, the actors do the moves okay, but they're painfully slow and have no fluidity.) but at least Keanu and Lawrence and the others learned enough to do several moves in a row, with some speed and accuracy, and it's photographed from enough of a distance that you can see they're actually doing it. Other movies; most of Kill Bill for example, are edited so tightly and chopped up so much in presentation that you have no sense of the actors having any ability at all. It's easy to hide a lack of skill by editing it like that, and it's easy to make people who can do the stuff, but very slowly, look faster. But it's never as effective as a single long shot of the actors doing a sequence of moves. On the other hand, it's hard to take it all in with a full-length shot. It didn't impress me at all the first time I saw the movie, but the tea house fight in Matrix 2 between Neo and Seraph (before he takes Neo to talk to the Oracle) is actually pretty well done, and a lot of the quality of it is in the editing. There is some nice footwork as they switch places (never mind that numerous blows could have been landed as they passed by) and it's emphasized by a close up on their legs as they do it. Other times when the focus is fist-work and arm blocks the camera shows just those, cutting away from the longer angle shots to give you the detail. In this way the audience can appreciate exactly what's being done and get some feeling that they are grasping the nuances of the art. Of course they're not; I'm not able to see 75% of the fast stuff that's going on in a sparring match in class and I sort of know what they're doing; but at least the audience gets some idea of what's happening on a deeper level than "two guys fight." Oddly enough, I enjoyed all the movies I watched today more than I had in the past, even when the fighting was obviously fake, since I felt like I could learn from it. It reminded me of my usual "I can learn more from a terrible novel than a good one." refrain, in that even the poorly-staged fight scenes were entertaining in an educational sort of way. I'd go into more movie by movie detail, but I've got to save something for the D2 column. |
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