Archive for: August, 2008

Naked Pictures

Aug 28 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Decontextualized, Geekery

This is Kaylee:

Kaylee, the case

Yes, she’s yellow– a big, yellow, aluminum server tower, actually. She’s got a glittery sticker of the Virgin Mother on her front. I’m not exclusively a Firefly namer, though. I’m just coming away from a drive I called, “The Sato Boot” in honor of the biggest brains and most luscious breasts ever offered a sci-fi fan. Oh, Toshiko!

Kaylee’s had a few upgrades lately*.

Before: Athlon 2.13G 64 processor, 1G DDR400 RAM, Nvidia GeForce 6800 Ultra video card, MSI Neo2 Pro (Chinese Fighting Pancake) motherboard, Antec 430w True Power supply. Not bad, but getting old.**

Turns out that the old processor, and the old RAM and the old video card all worked together to make an old, slow computer that just wasn’t getting it done anymore.*** So we upgraded it a bit.

No pancakes here

I appreciate the good people at Abit simplifying the socket.

Christopher's fingers

Pretty, but a bitch to seat. Those four plastic nodes have to be jammed into the motherboard and it's tricky and scary and sucks a lot.

I removed the warranty stickers. Whoops!

A hand-me-down, yeah, but I'm totally not complaining

After: Intel 3G dual-core processor, 2G DDR2 800 RAM, Nvidia 7800 GTX video card, Abit IP35Pro motherboard (Intel chipset), Corsair 450w power supply. Not too shabby.

Because the most frustrating part of the computer building experience is trying to figure out which one works on the freaking boot light

And because it’s been awhile and you know how he likes to have his picture made:

Ford, as in Prefect, in his preferred spot, the printer stand, in a stripe of sunshine. It goes without saying that it's an unremarkable sun in a lesser known area of the western spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy.

*I seen the trouble plain as day when I was down there on my back before. Your right couple’s bad. Your right couple. I’m pointin’ right at it.
**Le se? Serenity ain’t le se.
***It’s nothin’ ’til you don’t got one. Then it appears to be everything.

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Wednesday Is for Suckers

Aug 27 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Geekery

Is it Wednesday? I’m having a hard time keeping track. So for something to look at this morning, I offer the two funniest jokes I’ve heard lately:

  1. A man walks into a bar with a hunk of concrete under his arm. The bartender asks him what he’d like and he said, “Give me a beer. And one for the road.”
  2. A man walks into a bar with a set of jumper cables. He says, “Can I get a beer, please?” The bartender says, “Sure. Just don’t start anything.”

There’s been a meme about humor sense going around and it told me, in 3-D humor space, that my style was “The Wit” which means, clean, clever, and dark. Clean and clever, yes. Dark maybe. All I know is I really like a good pun.

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A Galaxy of Facepalm

Aug 25 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Speechifying

The New York Times picked up Larry Langford’s Olympic dreams: Mayor Pushes Skeptical Birmingham to Dream on an Olympic Scale. The third and fourth paragraphs about sum it up:

“Why shouldn’t Birmingham host the Olympics in 2020?” Mr. Langford, 60, asked in an interview at City Hall, smiling coyly and puffing a menthol cigarette.

With 230,000 people, Birmingham is far smaller than most of the cities that have played host to the Summer Olympics. It lacks sufficient hotel space, transportation options and athletic facilities, as the mayor concedes. And Atlanta, the last American city to host the Summer Games, in 1996, is only 145 miles away.

What strikes me in particular is how the article makes the idea more legitimate and more ludicrous all at the same time. Now that quite a few people outside the greater Birmingham area are reading about it, we sort of have to cop to it. We have to acknowledge, yes, our mayor thinks it’d be a good idea to have the Olympics here. As opposed to, you know, fixing any of the actual problems. And seeing it all set out like that, in inverted pyramid style, really drives home just what a batshit crazy idea it is. The headshot of Larry they have accompanying the article is nice, and he looks sharp, but they’ve obviously cropped out him waving one arm around crazily going, “Hey! Look over here! Hey!!”

Andre Natta made some very thoughtful remarks a couple months ago. Specifically, the difference between the dream and the reality:

The thing is, attempting to win the right to host a Summer Olympics would force the city of Birmingham and its leadership, elected and otherwise, to take a good hard look at the issues that face the city and the region and have significant progress made by a clear and absolute deadline.

He continues:

Mayor Langford’s proclamation while in attendance at the Alabama Sports Festival may have been “classic” Larry, however those around him will realize quickly that many of his ideas, if linked together under this umbrella, may actually get some traction, whether it’s a dome, new housing, new businesses, better transit, etc. So long as the improvements made to the city are done for the good of its citizens and not to be “as good as” any other large Southern metropolitan city, it could be the goal that finally makes us work for it. It also provides something for us to hold him accountable to and a bar to reach for when 2020 finally descends upon us.

And on a local level, that’s the heart of it. It’s big dreams, without action. The NYT even picks up on that, in their headline choice (although I don’t rule out the possibility that one of their copy editors is a smug jerk with a dark sense of humor). Birmingham is adolescent in that regard. We’ve got enough history that we have a bit of perspective and we can remember our past clearly enough to see how far we’ve come. Now we’re poised to change massively. And the prospect of that change is discomfiting, awkward and a little bit scary. But if we’re to progress at all, we need to just get in there and do it. To carry the teenager metaphor just a little too far, we need to stop outlining how great things are going to be in however many years in our diaries or our MySpace pages and get out there and live life.

In this case, we need leadership that will address infrastructure, crime, and growth. Fix the roads, fix the budget, fix the police department. Stop making productions out of big dreams– we all have them. Help us work together to make them reality.

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Gormenghastocabulary II

Let’s continue to mine Titus Groan for new words. I’m just moving down the list as I created it and I’ve noticed that I started making notes of words that seemed like I didn’t know them. I did. But they were used in such a manner as to seem inexplicably and fantastically descriptive. So three new words and a word with parts-of-speech makeovers that made me turn my head.

The first of the new is rissole:

The sawdust that was spread neatly over the floor each morning was by now kicked inot heaps and soaked in the splashing of wine. And where scattered about the floor little blobs of fat had been rolled or trodden in, the sawdust studck to them giving them the appearance of rissoles.

I had no idea what this was. But it looked like wine and fat mashed and ground into sawdust. Urgh. A rissole is a small pastry filled with meat or fish, usually deep fried. It’s French, variants back through Middle French, to Vulgate Latin where russeola meant “reddish.” Little reddish fried meat pies.

I kept thinking that that actually sounded not untasty, so why had I never heard the word before? I think, in the U.S., we call them croquettes. Although the recipe would be different, as a croquette has eggs or sauce binding the parts together. Regardless, fried food!

Then, there was stenching, which seemed so new:

‘Now tell me thish, my stenching cherubs. Tell me thish and tell me exshtra quickly, who am I? Now tell me exshtra quickly.’

It’s Swelter, the chef, speaking. And he is drunk, obviously. But I read that and wondered if stenching was just synonymous with “stinking” or if it was some new, amazing word I’d never heard of. Turns out not. “Stench” comes from the Old English word stenc meaning “odor.” Peake’s just sticking suffixes to things. Which is fun!

I thought then, that crapulous might follow the same path. But it doesn’t:

By the time Swelter’s monologue was dragging to its crapulous close, Mr Flay was pacing onwards, every step taking him another five feet further from the reek and horror of the Great Kitchen.

I was thinking “crap” as in slang for excrement, right? Wrong. Crapulous is the adjective form of crapulence, which is to be sick from excessive consumption of food and drink, or excessive indulgence or intemperance. Its etymology is interesting. From the Late Latin crapulentus meaning drunk. Before that, the Latin crapula meaning intoxication, which came from the Greek kraipale, a word for drunken headache and nausea. The etymology of crap, on the other hand, goes back to words in Middle and Old English and Middle French referring to things that are cut off or discarded, especially meaning “chaff,” the part of wheat that’s not used. It’s curious to me that there shouldn’t be a connection between the two, but I will concentrate on remembering it. And not using “crapulous” in conversation because really, that’s just asking for trouble.

Lastly, for today, I again thought familiarity had me mostly understanding what was going on with pullulation:

When they had stood in the darkness, and before Mr Flay had removed the bunch of keys from his pocket, Steerpike had imagined he had heard a heavy, deep throbbing, a monotonous sea-like drumming of sound, and he now knew that it must have been the pullulation of the tribe.

I thought that the talk of sound meant that “pullulation” was a variant of “ululation” (a Poptart word!) which means to howl like a wolf, or hoot like an owl, or generally make loud lamenting noises with your throat. And again, I was wrong.

To pullulate is to germinate or sprout rapidly, or to breed rapidly, or swarm or teem. The “tribe” referenced above are The Countess Gertrude’s legion of white cats. So the backformation here is what got me. Yes, it’s a sound, but that sound is create by a fast swarm of many, many cats.

In Latin, pullulare means “to sprout” and is derived from the noun pullulus meaning “sprout” or “young animal.” It’s the same place we get the word “pullet” for young hen, which leads to words like “poultry.”

The etymology of “ululation” though, is yet more interesting. It has a Latin path, but ultimately, in nearly all languages it’s moved through, it’s imitative. And reduplicative! Which is to say, it’s a word made of repeated noises based simply on what people hear. The Online Etymology dictionary gives a list of different languages and their spellings of the imitative word for to wail, cry, or lament. Greek is ololyzeinululih; Lithuanian: uluti; Gaelic: uileliugh. I think that that’s pretty amazing.

And that’s lexpionage, back on Friday. Now with fried foods, too much food and drink, ripe smells, and tons and tons of cats. Woo! And if you missed it, read Gormenghastocabulary I.

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Fuck: Declarative then Interrogative

Aug 21 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Swear Words, Curses, and Invective

I was reading The Devil’s Kitchen yesterday and came across this:

Hardly anything is specifically protected by the constitution. A free society does not need to explicitly protect activities. A free society assumes that all things are permissible unless explicitly prohibited.

“but secondhand smoke harms an involuntary population, which has a constitutional right to clean air and a clean environment.”

Does it fuck.

And it tickled me a bit. The “does it fuck” part, although I like the rest, too. It immediately brought to mind the movie Brassed Off, where, at the end, Pete Postlethwaite says what sounds like “Does it bollocks.” It’s the only line I really remember from the movie, what with it being in that Chumbawamba song and all.*

But back to idioms! “Does it fuck.” Is this workable? Can it be “does it [swear word of choice]“? And what does it really mean? Is it similar to, “The hell you say”? Or does it indicate direct opposition to the previous statement in a less disbelieving way? I’m just fascinated. I need to figure out how to work it into conversation, and also some kind of low-key enough swear I can say it in public. “Does it kittenpants” has a certain ring to it.

I proceeded to set it as my gchat tagline. Rachael promptly appeared and asked, “Is that like, ‘Will it blend?’” And it took me a minute, but then I remembered her showing me this guy:

And it got even better! So now I hear it both ways. As the declarative idiom and as the interrogative. Does it fuck? It fucks!

*I do remember really enjoying it though. Ewan McGregor on Euphonium, brass bands playing Grainger and Elgar, and all those Northern accents. Guh for Northern accents.

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My Country ‘Tis of Thee

Aug 19 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Speechifying

Tipped off to this via Nick M at Counting Cats:

I’ve watched it three times now. I can’t decide what I think, mostly because I keep getting distracted imaging alternate histories. That and the discussion of two weeks ago, where I was happy about America and most of you were not, is still pretty close to the forefront of my mind.

But this really isn’t the same. This is a a bunch of non-Americans taking a critical look at America and deciding, all things considered, the world is better off with it. Several weeks ago, at Counting Cats (have I loved on them enough, you think?), I encountered the term “Ameriphile” for the first time. I was stunned. I said, “I didn’t know there was such a critter.” I really didn’t. If there’s one thing all that American Studies coursework taught me is that everybody hates America (except me and Ronald Reagan), its system is woefully broken and possibly unfixable, and that everybody has a different idea of what it should be and how to get it there. I exaggerate, but you get my point. There are people out there who don’t want to set the lot of us on fire. For me, this is a revelation.

As is this:

Ours is a better world because of America. The world is safer because of the American soldier. The world is wealthier because of American enterprise. The world is healthier because of American technology. No nation is perfect, but imagine the world without America. I reject anti-Americanism. I declare myself a friend of the United States of America.

Nick makes it a little more personal:

No jeans, no Coke, no Rock and Roll, no D-Day, no A-bomb, no Feynman, no F-16, no end to the cold war, no Ghostbusters, no Atari, no moon-shot, no Sabre Jet, no Star Wars (or SDI), no nothing. It took the Brits to invent modernity. It took America to perfect it.

I’ve never been ashamed to be a patriot. And I’m very aware that my fervor for the American experiment can get jingoistic. Nevertheless, it’s heartening to see my own deeply held beliefs reified from unexpected places.

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Humdinger!

Aug 18 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Geekery

Would you all help me test out the new plugin for threaded comments I installed over the weekend? I think we’ve said all there is to say about Snape’s new photos, so we’ll move on to the topics that power the internets:

  • Boobs
  • Democrats (with or without a “damn” as you like)
  • Cats
  • Twenty-two days until Anathem

Failing that, is anybody besides me and Doc watching The Middleman? If you aren’t, you need to start. This show is excellent. It’s a sort of crime-fighting caper show with a very Douglas-Adams sensibility. It’s wall to wall cultural reference jokes and hilarious and full of heart. It’s the cleverest show in a long time. Joss Whedon wishes he could write dialogue this fun and irony-free. Here, watch this:

Isn’t Wendy pretty? Isn’t fantastic when they call her Dubdub? This show fills me with glee!

So, comment free-for-all, now with threading. Thanks in advance.

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“I will,” said Snape.

Aug 15 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Fandom

Y’all, OMG:

Severus and Narcissa make the Unbreakable Vow

The necklace that tries to kill Katie Bell?

Discussion questions!

  • Spinner’s End! Lookit all those books!
  • Does Bellatrix have gorgeous hair or what?!
  • Narcissa Malfoy is wearing green tweed. This seems wrong to me. I kind of pictured her in a ballgown? Which is nonsense, of course. And I know she’s distraught, but she sorta looks like she’s out for a late night run to the pharmacy for cough syrup. I expected her to be more polished-looking, even with the freakout and lunatic sister in tow.
  • Why is Snape dressed like that in his home? He was expecting them and put on the mourning garb? I’ve always thought he probably sticks to plain clothes in neutral colors regardless, but they couldn’t get him a different costume either? Or maybe just have him take off the frock coat? You’d think when he was just at his house, not working, harassing Peter Pettigrew that he might go a little more casual.
  • How about that pic of him and McGonagall and what I assume is the cursed necklace? They’re doing amazing things with youthifying makeup these days. He looks like he might actually qualify for an ill-used 36 years old.
  • And the hair! Is getting greasier-looking! Like it should be! Hooray!

And that’s about where I become too gleeful to type. What do you all think? I have to know!

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Anthem/Anathema

Aug 14 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Fandom

You all have probably already seen it, but if you haven’t, please immediately check out this video of Mr. Neal Stephenson discussing Anathem, its title, and its vocabulary. At one point, he says:

I heard from a couple of early readers that they would appreciate having a glossary.

And I went like this: \o/ !!!

I had been pronouncing the title wrong, in my head. I’d been saying an-a’-them, when it’s really ana’-them. Regardless, go! Watch! Freak out with joy!

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Gormenghastocabulary I

Aug 13 2008 Published by Sarah, etc. under Brand New Words

I’ve been teasing about doing lexpionage from Mervyn Peake’s first Ghormenghast novel, Titus Groan, or threatening it, I suppose, for like two weeks now. Honestly, I was a little taken aback by the scope. I learned 47 new words reading this book. At one point, I actually stopped looking them up, because it was taking me out of narrative. I just underlined, made notes, and decided I’d get back to it later. I know this isn’t the best of plans, but I got overwhelmed. Really, 47 new words in 396 pages– that’s a new word roughly every eight pages. At first I was delighted. Then I was surprised, then stunned, then shocked, then a I felt worn out by all of it. And in the end I was delighted again, but in a different, more deferential way. It’s a little paperback book, but a big vocabulary mountain.

You know what they say about thousand mile journeys. And it’s not that they start out with the word “recrudescent.” But we will. So, recrudescent:

They were all-but forgotten people: the breed that was remembered with a start, or with the unreality of a recrudescent dream.

The adjective form of recrudescence, it means fresh or renewed or revivified. The verb recrudesce has a somewhat uglier denotation– it’s to break out freshly in something that had been still or quiet, as with a sore or a disease. The Latin word recrudescere means literally “grow raw again.” Ow. The root of the word is Latin crud(us), which means uncooked, raw, or bleeding– it also forms the base of the English word “crude.” Back just a little farther, the Latin cruor means “blood from a wound” and ultimately the word likely comes from the Greek kreas meaning raw flesh. Not knowing the meaning of the word, “recrudescent dream” seems like a fantastic thing, full of possibility. Then to learn that it means revivified, it takes on more meaning. Now having following the trail of its etymology, it’s dark and gory and makes just that much more sense, given the world of the castle and its inhabitants and how little attention they pay to the Bright Carvers, the forgotten people at the beginning of the sentence.

Then, propinquital:

As objects of beauty, these works held little interest to him and yet in spite of himself he had become attached in a propinquital way to a few of the carvings.

Again an adjective form. I’m going to have to do more research, but I think Peake is big on the making adjectives out of things. And more power to him! Nevertheless, here’s the adjective form of propinquity, which means “nearness” in several different ways:

  • Nearness of place or proximity
  • Nearness of relation or kinship
  • Affinity of nature or similarity
  • Nearness in time

In this particular instance, the person they’re talking about is attached because of proximity. He almost never leaves the room where the carvings are stored, and so becomes attached to them despite his lack of kinship or affinity. I think this is a fun word, because the root looks like a prefix. Everything after the letter o is some suffix or another. The root is pro-, Latin for “near.”

Propinquity doesn’t show up again very often, but I think you might could distill the entire theme of the novel down into that one word. What is Gormenghast about? Propinquity. It’s about being close to people, via space, or time, or blood, or effort. Everyone is described in relationship to everyone else– especially to Titus Groan– and no one exists in a vacuum. The book’s antihero (I agree he’s certainly not its antagonist), Steerpike, charms and slithers and sweet talks his way through the novel, creating relationships out of thin air that allow him to advance and move within the fixed castes of the castle. He’s like a one man propinquity engine.*

And then, calid:

The walls of the vast room which were streaming with calid moisture, were built with grey slabs of stone and were the personal concern of a company of eighteen men known as the ‘Grey Scrubbers.’

This is contextually obvious, but I really think I had never seen it, in this form, prior to this. Means hot. Other definitions include “burning” and “ardent,” which doesn’t jive with my concept of walls so hot they’re weeping, but it adds something to the mental picture. It’s also pretty hard to find information about this word, or its etymology. The Webster’s definition indicates it’s an obsolete word. I think. What a bunch of nonsense. Is it Latin? From calere, “to be hot”? Which would lead to other words in English like “scald” or words in French like “chaud”? I can’t find much back from there either. In fact, looking up “calid” gets you more results for “gelid,” an antonym if there ever was one.

So. What do you think? Only 44 words and two other novels to go!

* For anybody else who’s read the novel, did you get the sense that maybe JK Rowling might’ve taken Flay’s body and Steerpike’s personality and mashed them together to get Severus Snape? I’m just saying. I was drawn to Flay because he was described as tall, dark, and greasy, as well as rigidly honor-bound. Then along comes Steerpike, ambitious beyond belief, and I got distracted.

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