Mike Beversluis

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Bullshit

The philosophy of bullshit.

Somewhat redundant titleling.

Thursday, February 24, 2005

The aviator

The aviator, by Martin Scorsese (2004)

A life in which avery moment is an exceptional moment is the theme of this movie. The protagonist is an extremely rich man (a tycoon) gifted with extreme talent, far-reaching vision and quickness in decisions: Howard Hughes has been one of the aviation pioneers, both in its technical and commercial developments, director and producer of famous movies, conqueror of women's hearts (his specialty, famous actresses), benefactor and founder of laboratories (including the Hughes Research Laboratories in Malibu in which I would not be displeased to work).

The movie has excellent rhythm, accurate direction and accurate acting. I was impressed by the nitid shooting, as if to underline the focus, precision and above all the strenght of the protagonist.

I repeat myself: in my opinion this is a movie about exceptionality; the words and actions of the protagnist fly over (after all he is a guy that owns planes) the abilites of the ordinary man in every scene, and punctually the director reminds us that every exceptional action and decision starts from logic and the use of good information, with a little bit of visionary "inspiration" on top.
The mental illness of the protagonist in all of this is like a glitch in an otherwise perfect mechanism.

I would say that the basic aim of the movie is to show a life which has its own justification in itself (in its own dynamism that corresponds to the dynamism of the whole society in which it is integrated). It is a position that I do not share with my rationality, but I have often perceived in the background of statements of important people (I recall for example an interview with Christian Barnard, the heart transplant guy); in this movement this point of view is represented with artistic mastery.


JTS

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Rather disconcerting

Go type "ritual sepuku" into Google and hit return. Go ahead, I'll be here when you come back. At least I think I will.

UPDATE: It doesn't work anymore. Somehow the tide receeded, but just so I don't sound crazy, you should know that for awhile there I was the number one return for that particular phrase. Actually, I'm glad I'm not.

Monday, February 21, 2005

Director's cut Donnie Darko

I took a break from my nerd books and dork articles (dorkicles) to go do something completely different; run out and buy the director's version of Donnie Darko. My verdict: Eh.

My slightly longer verdict and dissenting opinion: I'm not crazy about the change in the music for the opening sequence, and while some of the added scenes are nice from a completist point of view, they tend to hinder the movie's flow. Also, other bits which were nice have been cut short/er. Overall, it's a wash. Get it if you worship at a velvet painting altar of Donnie Darko, but other wise, get the old version (while it lasts), which is basically half the cost and about the same quality movie. Just in case you'd like to practice for your SAT verbal section, I think the First Donnie Darko is to Director's Cut Donnie Darko as Director's Cut Bladerunner is to Theater Release Bladerunner. In the lesser versions, a little too much is spelled out, rather than left ambiguous.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, you can read my 1st-order review here, or go whole hog and get your secret decoder ring here.

Anyway, it recently occured to me that this whole movie was nothing but an extended riff on Tears for Fears's Head Over Heels. As part of the new Writen SAT test, you can enter your essays below where you compare and contrast the song's lyrics to the movie's plot. How much do you want to bet that the writer thought the whole story up while sitting on a school bus daydreaming to this song? Me, $1.

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Work on that

Just so you know, American's have lost the ability to smile in a dignified manner. Apparently, dignified manner = how the British do things. Who knew that eating awful food while dying of cancer (sorry, lost the link to article describing low cancer survival rate in Britain vs EU and the US) and subsuming your soverignty to the people in grey was dignified?

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Napoleon Dynamite Soundboard

Apparently this blog is lacking in Napoleon Dynamite links [cite personal communication with Al], therefore I offer humbly to you:
You're welcome.

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Saturday, February 19, 2005

A day in the life of an autistic savant

From the Guardian. For what it's worth, all of my best ideas (1?) have been intuitive/out of the blue. I get nowhere slowly when I have to grind through a progessive logical derivation. And hey, I konw Pi to, like, seven digits. Does that count for anything? No! What about e? 2.71... Uh, that's all I got. What? Yeah, I thought so.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Design and layout rules and advice

Excellent website on Design Rules. [h/t American Digest] Anyone laying out figures and text for research papers or articles should really give this a look.

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Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Yeah?

So, I told my new office mate her desk looks like Punky Brewster's (it does), which made for my usual smoooth rapor with the ladies. I'm working on it, but the punky brewster line absolutely killed.

Really, it was worth it.

Besides, I feel a little loopy from my fever and cough syrup. Sure, the store brand doesn't have quite as vivid colors and sparkles as 'Tussin, but it still has that mellow stupor and don't forget, now with shivering!

So, quick week(s) in review:

0) Some election somewhere (twice).

1) I packed up my beloved barby doll collection, drove four hundred miles, and unpacked, all in two days. I mention this since people seem to think it's important.

2) Someone gave a speech.

3) Hung out with brother number 2.

4) Some guys played a game.

5) Day 4 and counting: still no badge, no keys, no computer, and an email account I can't access.

Yeah, it's a little light around the edges, but I think you get the idea.