Archive for July, 2005

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It’s OK to beat up prostitutes, but don’t see their nipples!

July 29, 2005 (Friday)

This is about a week out of date, but you may have heard the latest controversy over the video game Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. If not, read this article:

Hidden Sex Scenes Spark Furor Over Video Game

Basically, there’s hidden code in the game involving interactive sex scenes that somebody has figured out how to reveal. And suddenly WalMart and other stores are pulling it from their shelves because it’s inappropriate.

Excuse me? This is Grand Theft Auto, a game where players participate in bank robberies, assassinations, pimping, car theft, and various other illegal activities. Now, I don’t care what video games are about, parents should be responsible for what their kids play and adults should know what they can handle and what they can’t. But if retailers decide that those acts are harmless enough that they’re willing to sell the game, why on earth is the discovery of a sex game enough for them to withdraw it?

I mean, it’s OK to beat up prostitutes after having sex with them, and take back your money (an option in the game), but it’s not OK to have sex with your girlfriend? Huh? Am I the only one that finds that completely backwards? Retailers are fine with selling a game where players act out plenty of illegal behavior, but cringe when a simulation of (legal) sex is found?

And while I’m on the topic, why is nudity considered so much worse than violence in movies and TV? You can fill a movie with multiple graphic decapitations (Star Wars Episode III) and still get a PG-13 rating, but one glimpse of a naked person and it’s an automatic R? Excuse me? I’d rather have my kids see a breast or penis than watching someone get shot in cold blood. I mean, if they’re going to be desensitized to something, wouldn’t you rather have it be a natural part of the human body instead of an unnatural act of violence?

No, the Europeans have it right here, where violence in media is considered worse nudity or sex. For instance, when flying SAS (a Scandinavian airline), the in-flight version of Die Another Day censored many of the violent scenes, but left the sex scenes intact. If you’re going to expose your kids to something, shouldn’t it be something they’ll probably end up doing legitimately later in life once married, rather than something that has no legitimate purpose and would only land them in jail?

Something just seems terribly wrong when illegal, violent acts on a massive scale are seen as more tolerable in games than sex with the character’s girlfriend.

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Film noir in the rain

July 29, 2005 (Friday)

It rained really hard today, and, in some strange series of events that I can’t entirely remember, Satish and I ended up deciding to eat in the rain; he an apple, me leftover chicken. Then we ended up walking over to UGL. Then we ended up watching Double Indemnity there. Weird, but a nice break from work, and it’s nice spending time with him before he leaves for RPI next week.

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Roman chair on the cheap

July 25, 2005 (Monday)

In case you’ve forgotten that I’m a Grade A engi-nerd, tonight, after returning home from gorging on 25-cent wings and watching Mike try to beat Bionic Commando on the old school NES to see Hitler’s head explode, I decided to see if I could jerry-rig a Roman chair using common household materials.

(A Roman chair is a device at the gym used for certain exercises. It looks like this and is useful for exercises like this where your upper body is unsupported and your feet are anchored by the chair.)

So, after some experimenting, I found the following setup to work reasonably well:


  1. Sit on your bed, at the edge, facing the center. Arrange your legs/feet into the position needed for the exercise.
  2. Place a pillow on your feet for cushioning, then place a heavy object or two on the pillow. I used a pair of 25-pound dumbbells, but anything will do as long as it will keep your feet from moving and will not fall off during the exercise.
  3. Move your upper body into position for the exercise (e.g., lean back, rotate, etc. so it is hanging over the edge of the bed.)
  4. Perform the exercise as normal. If your feet are moving, use a heavier object on the pillow.

So there you have it. It’s not perfect, but it works. If I’m bored I may add pictures to the instructions, but don’t count on it.

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Prescriptive linguists are obnoxious

July 16, 2005 (Saturday)

People who correct others’ grammar in conversation are really annoying. Thankfully most people stopped doing this in elementary school. However, there are those who still are annoyed by such mistakes, and wax nostalgic about the good old days when everybody spoke proper English and all students applied the rules of grammar flawlessly. For example, this guy:

http://www.gmu.edu/departments/economics/wew/articles/00/standards.html

Before taking a turn for the moralizing, this article claims that the current state of spoken English reflects “widespread corruption of the English language,” due to “foul language, loose talk, … and ignorance of grammatical principles, even among the educated.” The author then cites a few examples of common grammar mistakes before continuing.

I’ll deal with these one at a time. First, the real impact of proliferation of foul language is a lot less than many people think. Foul language is foul only because a culture considers it so, and what is considered vulgar varies widely across time and location. The word “shit” is in the King James Bible. The word “ass” lacks the vulgar connotation in England that it does in America, but the words “arse” or “shag” are never used in British polite company. So, the natural question is, if a word’s use is becoming more widespread and tolerated in the media, is it really that vulgar?

Part of what determines that is frequency. Think of a person who swears all the time. From them, a four-letter word doesn’t carry that much impact, and you don’t think much of it. But if you think of someone who almost never swears, even a relatively mild cuss word carries a lot of weight. So, extend that to society. As “foul language” becomes more and more widespread, its “foul-ness” will diminish likewise. We’ve seen this happen before: to say that something “sucks” is not nearly as vulgar as it used to be. While you wouldn’t use it in a job interview, in most instances it’s lost the original sexual connotation and is simply an informal way to say you don’t like something. If foul language becomes accepted, new words will take the old ones’ place. That’s it. That’s all that happens. Children don’t start worshipping the devil, society doesn’t disintegrate into a degenerate mass of decadence and barbarism, and people don’t become illiterate philistine boors. Language changes, and the acceptability of so-called “foul language” changes along with it.

And don’t try to tell me that people who swear have a limited vocabulary. That argument is stupid. By definition, people who refuse to swear are limiting their own vocabularies; and all people, regardless of whether or not they swear, tend to fall back on crutch phrases to the detriment of a rich, varied, precise mode of speaking. But enough on this.

I’ll deal with the remaining two claims (loose talk and ignorance of grammatic principles) together, since the latter problem is often just a symptom of the first. My point is this. Loose talk is just that: loose. In casual conversation, the only important thing is communication. You aren’t trying to impress people with your education, you aren’t trying to create good first impressions, you’re speaking with people whom you already know and who already know you. Does saying “He is taller than me” communicate that idea any less clearly than “He is taller than I”? If anything, the latter obscures communication more than the former, because it may sound pretentious or overly precise, and draws attention to the grammatic structure of the sentence rather than its actual meaning! To take another of the author’s examples, does the fact that “loan” is not a verb make the sentence “Big banks don’t loan money to poor people” any less clear than if the word “lend” was used?

Absolutely not. Language is a fluid thing: new words are constantly being created, old words take on new meanings, and grammar “rules” change. Our English is not Shakespeare’s; and neither was his the same as Chaucer’s. In fact, spoken language was alive and well millennia before so-called grammar rules were invented to describe it, and I doubt that communication among early man was significantly impaired by the occasional dangling participle or failure to place the subject of a gerund in the possessive case. The point is that grammar rules arose from pre-existing language, not the other way around. In fact, attempts to create languages using logical, simple rules (such as Esperanto) have never become widespread.

Grammar rules are imposed by a variety of different organizations, depending on the language in question. Who gives them such authority? Why does Webster’s Dictionary have the power to decide what is and is not a word? Why do style guides have the power to dictate whether it is or is not appropriate to use “they” to refer to a single person of unknown gender? For official, professional, or published writing, we consent to allow standard rules to govern our use of language, because there is value in having a uniform standard for such writing. Certainly it is important to know how to write or speak according to the official rules in situations where it is important to establish prestige or education. But when you’re talking with a friend, or chatting via instant messenger, or writing on a personal website, it’s totally different. Your fourth-grade teacher Mrs. Kleinfelder has no dominion over your use of gerunds and participles in such cases, where grammar is important only in so far as it allows all parties involved to understand each other.

Of course, if communication is in fact impaired by poor word choice or grammar, then it is necessary to fix that. I correct people who tell me to adjust the balance on my car speakers, when they really want an adjustment to the fader, because using the wrong word does in fact create ambiguity. Using “loan” instead of “lend” creates no such ambiguity, and trying to correct that in casual speech is annoying.

You may not think that people still will stop your conversation to correct these types of mistakes, but you would be surprised. I was once at Jason’s Deli at Hancock Center, where the man taking my order rather rudely made me repeat an answer to one of his questions because he didn’t like me responding “No, that’s OK” to his question about a combo meal. I’ve never eaten there since, and I don’t plan to ever again, because besides being extremely rude, it’s unnecessary. Language is dynamic. Deal with it.

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Dreams, downtown, and door lyrics

July 16, 2005 (Saturday)

I’ve been having a lot of strange dreams lately. I don’t know if any of my readers know much about dream interpretation, but I’d be interested to hear any theories you might have. Here are the fragments I remember:


  • For some reason, my brother and I were traveling with Kanye West and staying in the same hotel room (just some run of the mill place, nothing fancy). I recall being pissed that we had to wake up early in the morning, but that’s about all I remember.
  • The next night I dreamed I was taking the Ph.D. qualifying exam for my department, and that I hadn’t really prepared and that the math section was hard and impossible and I was freaking out. This sounds like your run of the mill test anxiety dream, but that’s the odd thing: I don’t think I’ve ever dreamed about a test before, especially not one that I don’t have to take until (at least) six months from now.

Anyway.

Last night some of our research group went downtown to hear David’s band Relentless play at Redrum. Metal’s not really my style, and Redrum’s really not my type of place, but it was fun to watch him play. Afterwards we had some crêpes and dessert at Old Pecan Street Café, which didn’t disappoint. Following that we wandered around downtown (going by some apartments that Dr. Waller is thinking about moving into), ending up at 219 West in the Warehouse District, one of my favorite bars. That’s something I really like about the research group I’m in: I can’t imagine any of the other transportation professors going downtown with their students to listen to music and share a few drinks. Of course, most of them have kids or are older, but still, it’s quite nice.

In other news, I also found out that the rap lyrics I posted on the door to our computer lab need to be removed, because what I thought was a fairly mild diss, at least for rap music, (“And Hani? You better run to your mommy / Cause our group rocks yours like a conquering army,” referencing a previous UT transportation faculty member who conducts research in the same area as Dr. Waller) was deemed unacceptable by another faculty member. Meh.

I’ve also updated my political blog, if anyone cares to hear me rant about the misapplication of prescriptive grammar.

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Self-psychoanalysis, starting with Independence Day

July 4, 2005 (Monday)

If you know me, you know that I’m often a contrarian. But today, as I was celebrating the Fourth of July by listening to British patriotic music, I started thinking about why this is. In a way, I almost have an aversion for anything that’s popular, especially faddish and popular; and an attraction to things that are a little bit uncommon, but not too weird. I can’t stand Britney or Ashlee, but I love Rachmaninoff. I hate baseball, but find tennis exciting. I have nothing but disdain for movies like The Mummy or Harry Potter, but I have a strange fascination with old films noir. Why is this?

I think it has something to do with how I want people to see me, almost as though I’m worried that I’ll appear commonplace and pedestrian if I follow the trends, but think that I’ll seem quirky and intelligent if I gravitate to things that are slightly unusual, but not so unusual that people will think I’m flat-out weird or stupid. Certainly that’s not the only reason I like the things I do. Double Indemnity and The Maltese Falcon draw me in like few other movies can. Playing tennis is incredible fun to me. Whenever I listen to Rachmaninoff’s 3rd piano concerto, I truly am overwhelmed by the genius and passion of the work. It can’t all be manufactured. But when I look at the pattern of things I like and dislike, this is what emerges.

Of course, it’s just as shallow to be attracted to something that’s unpopular for the sake of appearing intelligent as it is to be attracted to something that’s popular for the sake of popularity. And I really don’t know where my motivations lie, and my guess is that my interests are probably the intersection of the things I really do enjoy, and the things that contribute to how I want to be seen. To some degree, one probably influences the other as well. The mind is tricky like that.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. I don’t know if I want to change anything that this reveals about me; after all, I’d imagine that everybody tries to shape themselves in the way the want to be seen, to some degree or another. I don’t know what I’d try to do even if I decided I didn’t like this about me. I don’t know what I even could do. Again, the mind is tricky like that. My utmost respect to the psychologists who spend all their time thinking about thought: I just end up going in circles and getting dizzy.

I think I’ll just make myself an omelet.

PS: Review for Episode III is now up.

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Random updates

July 2, 2005 (Saturday)

Some random things for today:


  • Mission trip travelogue completed, and available here.
  • For some reason somebody thought it would be a good idea to provide lyrics to a Fatboy Slim song.
  • Next website updates: Star Wars Episode III review and travelogue from my trip to North Carolina.
  • There will be a third person arriving in the apartment in a few days, a friend of Oliver’s. Should be interesting, and splitting rent three ways is always nice.