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Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Emerald City Facets

I spent the weekend in Seattle visiting old friends, who do not strike me as old friends, but our relationships are 10 years old, and I'm only 34. That's a significant fraction of my lifespan. They're old, dear friends now.

I'm happy enough in Philadelphia that I'm not leaving soon (knock on laminate). But I've missed Seattle since I left, and three days' exposure cemented it. I'm not gilding anything. I miss it.

Of course there's nostaliga for the great times I had, but I miss things that are still there, not just my life when I lived there. Things such as:


  • Drizzly rain that doesn't really get you wet, so you don't need an umbrella.
  • Overwhelming political liberality.
  • Friendliness toward weirdness.
  • Neighborhoods: Alkai. Capitol Hill. The U District. Queen Anne. Ballard. Fremont.
  • The fish ladder and the locks.
  • Convenient mountains for hiking, water for boating.
  • People who actually take their SUVs off road.
  • The walking path that follows Cedar River through Boeing property to Lake Washington.
  • Gleefully observing Microsoft's grip on the city.
  • Restaurants: Cedar River Barbecue. Ivar's. Fatburger. Chang's. More teriyaki places that I ever thought the economy could support.
  • The most beautiful summers I've known, when the clouds take four months off, the sky is blue every day, high of 72 with no humidity, and the sun sets at 10:00 p.m.
  • The PNW vibe.


Seattle was my first girlfriend of cities. I'll love again, but I'll never love like that again.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

American Masters

You know I know Dan Brown's literary stylings are wrought with gorilla mitts. No offense if you like Dan Brown, it's just that he's bad.

I thought I'd have to not care my way through another pop culture phenomenon, as I do with American Idol, most professional sports, and metrosexualism. But how could I have forgotten the best part of popular culture? Parody!



The Norman Rockwell Code

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

This Just In

Lately, I've been getting spam that uses ledes from news web sites as subject lines, filling the body with big chunks of the story. Then there's a link to whatever they're selling.

My brain tingled when I realized I actually wanted to read spam to catch up on current events. I'm spinning between poles of intrigue and disgust.

Could this be the bizarro, back-door future of news delivery? (No.)

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Frownout

Once or twice a year I get depressed and go away for a while. I just got back two weeks ago, in fact. Can't recommend it.

Sucky as it is, I'm no fan of medication. First, I don't like taking pharmaceuticals for things I can solve other ways. Second, depression is so poorly understood that drugs are a well-meaning crapshoot. Some mix might work, or make things worse, or be ineffectual. It'll definitely have side effects, though! Third, a surprisingly large number of studies have shown antidepressants to be no more effective than placebos.

I'll take my misery straight, thanks.

However, I am intrigued by news of a study on Botox as an antidepressant.

School's In: Botulin toxin is a neurotoxin, commercially available as "Botox." It is infrequently used in chemical warfare, but common as a cosmetic treatment. While oh-so bad in your stomach, in your face it prevents muscles from contracting for four to six months, eliminating unsightly lines, somehow combining popularity and creepiness.

This statistically insignificent study used Botox on people who were depressed, but not looking for cosmetic effect. From le article:

The pilot study of 10 patients is the first to provide empirical support for what a number of clinicians say they have noticed anecdotally: People who get their furrowed brows eliminated with Botox (botulinum toxin A) often report an improvement in mood.


Basically, an inability to furrow your brow stunts emotions related to brow-furrowing.

I have read hypotheses about body-mind connection say expressions affect mood just as mood affects expressions. For instance, smiling makes you feel better, and sitting up straight makes you more alert. This is the first time I've seen somebody brandish some science about it though. (Although Dr. Finzi is rightfully circumspect about suggesting such a thing.)

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

The Revealer

I found somebody doing the thinking about religion and journalism. His name is Jeff Sharlet. He co-founded a site called Killing the Buddha, which I have known about for years, and sort of drifts in and out of my awareness.

He also helps run a site called The Revealer, which is miles ahead of the kind of article collection I'm doing here.

From the About Us section:

The Revealer is a daily review of religion in the news and the news about religion. We're not so much nonpartisan as polypartisan -- interested in all sides, disdainful of dualistic arguments, and enamored of free speech as a first principle.... We begin with three basic premises: 1. Belief matters, whether or not you believe. Politics, pop culture, high art, NASCAR -- everything in this world is infused with concerns about the next. As journalists, as scholars, and as ordinary folks, we cannot afford to ignore the role of religious belief in shaping our lives. 2. The press all too frequently fails to acknowledge religion, categorizing it as either innocuous spirituality or dangerous fanaticism, when more often it's both and inbetween and just plain other. 3. We deserve and need better coverage of religion. Sharper thinking. Deeper history. Thicker description. Basic theology. Real storytelling.


This is an observatory already set up in the direction I'm just squinting in. Quasi-journalists unafraid of religion in news media, but not prostrate before sectarian interests. Give it the old eyeball whydoncha.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Da Wince-y

I read The DaVinci Code a couple of years ago. As a recreational conspiracy fan, I already knew about the "secret" heresy. There's nothing in it that real-world theologians haven't already dealt with, even at the Vatican.

I have a mouthy critique of the whole thing, but the short version is: not very good. Apparently I'm quicker on the draw than a Harvard professor and an Interpol agent, both experts on codes and symbols, who are surprised at every turn by information you could find on the Internet without looking very hard. It's like a marine biologist being shocked by what's really a mammal. "Gasp! Dolphins too?"

I try not to be curmudgeonly and patronizing. Barring that, I try not to do it in public. I understand many otherwise reasonable people enjoy the book. Further, some Christians feel challenged by issues the book brings up, and you know, crisis of faith, that's not cheap.

So somehow, this below-average adventure thriller book-made-movie has become, like, the Anti-Passion of the Christ.

The best article I've found around the hoopla is Some Christians Shun, Others Co-Opt DaVinci in the San Francisco Chronicle, which talks about various theological types trying to deal with this month's media phenomenon. Bits worth comment:

Many evangelical Christian leaders are embracing the discourse and breaking with tactics they've used other times when they've felt under attack. They are questioning and refashioning how they react to pop culture and asking whether it's appropriate to profit off of what they see as heresy.


It seems some pastors (and Filipino bishops) feel attacked, and need to "counter-attack." How Christlike!

I'm reminded of how I used to discuss D&D with religious types. The thing (game, movie, whatever) is like a candle. You can use a candle to worship Jesus in your Christmas Eve service, light your house when the power's off, or summon a demon. But sacred, secular, or profane, the candle is not the issue. God doesn't care about candles. God cares about people.

Controlling candles does nothing for the soul in front of you. Loving your neighbor is the job, not batting down opposing ideologies.


My favorite part is at the end, where we see the continued dance of entertainment marketers do-si-do with the Christian demographic:

Just as evangelical Christians have learned to adapt to what they see as a cultural threat posed by "The Da Vinci Code," the studios have had to learn new strategies as well, said Robert K. Johnston, an evangelical Christian who is the author of "Reel Spirituality: Theology and Film in Dialogue."

Movie marketing never used to mention criticism of a film, said Johnston, also a professor at Fuller. But the novel had spawned so much criticism that ignoring it was not possible, Johnston said.

"Sony is gambling that even negative discussion by the religious community will bring more bodies into the theater to see the movie," said Johnston....


Lookit! They're changing color in front of us! But here's the thing: Whatever they look like, they still basically just want money. I'm not pointing this out to be cynical. I'm pointing it out to say, since we know their bottom line, and they're fumbling around for ours, how can we use this advantage to love them better?

Talent: Overrated

is the gist of this article in the New York Times about people who are experts in their field.

Among topics psychologist Anders Ericsson has studied is writing -- of special interest to me since I fancy myself in the business of writing, crippling psychological blocks aside.

I don't feign being an expert writer, but I've been told I have talent. When I procrastinate rather than write (i.e., most of the time) I lie on my stomach, peer under the bed, and tell my thunderstruck psyche, "I know it's hard, but you've got talent." This pleasant placebo never coaxes me out, but it calms the whimpering.

Mr. Ericsson, meanwhile, shows up with harder medicine: empiricism. Whatever little push natural aptitude provides is inconsequential next to practicing every day with a method that gives you immediate feedback and goal-setting.

A noteworthy pullquote:

Ericsson's research suggests a third cliché as well: when it comes to choosing a life path, you should do what you love — because if you don't love it, you are unlikely to work hard enough to get very good. Most people naturally don't like to do things they aren't "good" at. So they often give up, telling themselves they simply don't possess the talent for math or skiing or the violin. But what they really lack is the desire to be good and to undertake the deliberate practice that would make them better.


Read the whole article, because its entirety is more encouraging than my neurotic presentation.

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Pinch Me, I'm Awake

Last night I dreamed I had met this amazing girl and asked her out and she said yes. Then I forgot about her somehow.

Some time later it suddenly came back to me, but I had a hard time remembering... it all seemed faint, like I might have dreamed it.

So in the dream I went to my gmail account and searched the archive for her name and a phrase I remembered writing to her, and it came up, and I was all "Woo-hoo!" because I had her contact info, and I didn't just dream it.

I said to myself, "Okay, we verified this, so when you wake up, go search for her name in your archive for real and get in touch with her."

Then I woke up and realized I really did dream the whole thing.