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“When the beating of your heart / Echoes the beating of the drums”

The Writers Guild of America, East and West, have voted over 90% to authorize a strike if negotiations break down with the studios.  Expect a barren Fall/Winter TV season and…

The Writers Guild of America, East and West, have voted over 90% to authorize a strike if negotiations break down with the studios.  Expect a barren Fall/Winter TV season and lots of “reality” shows.

Joe Straczynski sums it up on the B5JMS list:

First, to the non- or anti-union folks, a question: when you go into a book store to buy a copy of a novel by your favorite author, do you mind that roughly twelve percent of the price of that book goes to the author?  Or do you feel that he’s entitled to that royalty?

Most folks, I would suggest, are totally okay with that idea.  They wrote the book, the publisher published the book, they’re both entitled to get something back from the publishing of it.  That seems only fair.

The situation with the WGA is really no different.  It’s a way of ensuring that artists — who live in a very different world than the 9-5 universe everybody else lives in — receive some regular form of compensation to keep them alive and solvent during the often very long periods of time required to create the next thing.

Leaving off such catastrophic events as being laid off or fired…most people go to work every day in expectation of a paycheck that will come regularly.  Writers don’t.  They get paid when they a) write, b) finish what they write, and c) someone decides to *pay* for what they’ve written.

It’s not uncommon for writers to go a year, two years, even longer without working in their chosen field.  Doesn’t matter who you are. After William Goldman won his first Oscar, he didn’t work again for almost five years.

The royalties formula in books, and the residuals formula in tv/film, is all that allows writers to keep doing what they’re in the period when they’re *writing* and not *selling*.  Take that away, and many of the works of literature and film that we’ve come to enjoy would not exist because the writers involved would not have been able to create them, they would’ve been forced to go out and seek employment elsewhere.

Prose writers have the authors’ guild or SFWA or other organizations that watchdog publishers and provide assistance and information on royalties, contracts, health insurance and the like.

TV/film writers have the WGA, which is a much more complex organization because the permutations and ways in which monies can be hidden, and by which revenue streams are delivered, are all  massively more complex.

There was a time, back in the 30s and 40s, when writers got nothing more than a script fee for their work, even though it might take a year or more to write that script.  And a lot of talented writers fell by the wayside.  The creation of the WGA changed that and brought into par with the prose writers whose royalties you would seem to feel are right and proper.

And those can’t be negotiated person-by-person because the studios see us as individually replaceable.  Only collectively can there be any impact.

I’ve had my problems with the WGA over the years, some of them have become nearly legendary with the WGA.  But if the WGA did not exist, there would be no way for most writers to survive doing what they love to do.

As to this coming labor action, when you go into the store next and buy a DVD and a book, look at the two of them and know that the author of the book gets a full
twelve to fifteen percent of the price…and the author of the DVD gets, *at most* four cents per DVD, and most of the time literally and absolutely *nothing* for it…and ask yourself, “Why the difference?”

That’s the question at hand at the WGA as well.

Air Travel, Past and Future

I do a fair amount of description of air travel today in these pages.  But what about the past?  And the future? Well, for the past, take this scanned…

I do a fair amount of description of air travel today in these pages.  But what about the past?  And the future?

Well, for the past, take this scanned version of a 1961 book, Gordon’s Jet Flight.  Granted, it’s a kids book, and a bit of American Airlines propaganda — but there’s no TSA security, and Gordon gets to visit the cockpit and eat steak.  He also “gets” to wear a blazer and tie, just like the stewardesses get to wear sharp little hats.  No Jetway, just a stroll across the tarmac and up the stairs, just like the President.

It was a simpler, fancier, and much more expensive time.

And for a possibly more realistic view of the future of air travel … we have the Freakanomics Blog talking to folks about what air travel will look like in ten years. 

Summary:  more crowding as airlines are forced by congestion and fuel costs to reduce flights and make the remainder more full; political unwillingness to correct profound problems around growth, but more private innovation to do so; more high-cost alternatives, more individuated brands in the niches and different classes of service between them, but fewer big airlines; continued security hassles, possibly decreasing if we don’t get another major event.

The Amazing Karnak predicts …!

Rev. Don Armstrong & Co. have finished their audit of the Rev. Don Armstrong — who was found unanimously guilty in an Episcopal ecclesiastical court of gross misuse of…

Rev. Don Armstrong & Co. have finished their audit of the Rev. Don Armstrong — who was found unanimously guilty in an Episcopal ecclesiastical court of gross misuse of funds.  The break-aways rejected the accusations, of course, and swore to perform their own audit.

Three guesses as to what they’re going to have found when they release their results at a press conference on Tuesday.

No news yet on the local sheriff’s investigation or a purported IRS review.

Tea Time

So in an attempt to address my somewhat elevated blood pressure, I’m trying to cut back on my coffee consumption — or, rather, my caffeine consumption.  I’ve been something…

So in an attempt to address my somewhat elevated blood pressure, I’m trying to cut back on my coffee consumption — or, rather, my caffeine consumption.  I’ve been something like a five cup a day man (plus a couple of sodas at lunch), but, honestly, that’s because I enjoying having something to sip at the office.

So now I’m drinking herbal tea after my first cup of the day.  I was making use of the stash in the break room cabinets, but now I’ve brought in a couple of boxes from home for variety.  We’ll see how that goes.

A bit less of the java jive is probably okay with me.  And I’m not going to be religious about it — if I’m at a restaurant and there’s coffee being served, I’ll drink it (and caf, not decaf — generally don’t care for the latter as much).

ICE, ICE, baby!

So I’m now on the Safety Council for the IT group in our company, in part because I’ve be complaining about some of the goofier initiatives that have been circulating…

So I’m now on the Safety Council for the IT group in our company, in part because I’ve be complaining about some of the goofier initiatives that have been circulating for comment.  Not that I’m “anti-safety” or anything.  But some of them are more Safety Theater (where measures that look good are adopted whether or not they do anything)  than actually useful (or cost-effective) initiatives, often involve a lot of busy-work, and substitute “activity” for “progress.”

The most recent has to do with the idea of “ICE” (In Case of Emergency) numbers on cell phones.  This idea originated in the UK a few years back, and basically says, Most folks have cell phones; why not have them put an emergency contact number under a common entry, “ICE,” so that if they are unconscious or incapacitated, emergency medical personnel on the scene or at the hospital can get hold of their contacts.  It’s actually a clever idea, and I’ve written about it before, but it has limitations of application and usefulness.

But speaking of “application,” In one of our Safey Council meetings, someone brought up the idea of buying ICE stickers (available at various sites on the Net) for IT folks to put on their cell phones, to inform emergency personnel that, yes, there’s ICE info on the phone that they should look at if they need to.  Not only would it be helpful, but it would visually reaffirm Our Commitment to Safety Excellence and Our Goal of Less Than Zero Safety Incidents.

Um … yes, it’s all about the Safety Theater.

There were a few objections raised, but nobody wants to seem “anti-safety,” right?  (The parallels to discussions of “national defense” and “homeland security” are uncanny.)  So I volunteered to see if there was anyone in my group who knew someone in the EMS/EMT field to see what real-life users of the information thought of the idea.

Bottom line response:  ICE info is useful in both cell phones and wallets, though only under limited circumstances.  But emergency personnel are now trained to look for it, when needed, so having a sticker on the cell phone isn’t all that useful.

Imagine that.

I’ve reported on that back to the Safety Council.  We’ll see what they have to say. 

Regardless of the whole sticker question, having emergency contact info in your cell phone and in your wallet is just a plain good idea, and is recommended to all. 

Obligatory World Series post

Okay, you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who is less sports-interested than I am — especially regarding baseball.  Yes, I will sometimes watch a sporting event on TV  ……

Okay, you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who is less sports-interested than I am — especially regarding baseball.  Yes, I will sometimes watch a sporting event on TV  … if there’s nothing else to watch, read, or do, and more for the novelty value than  anything else.

There is some tribalism in me, though, so I do vaguely follow the local sports teams, especially if they’re doing something particularly interesting.  And if they get to the play-offs, then I’ll grunt like my fellow tribe members.  And if they get to the big championship series …

… well, yeah, it’s kind of exciting, and I’m willing to indulge in a modicum of rah-rah, fly a flag, follow the box scores, demonize the Other Guys, that sort of thing.  I can do so with a clean conscience, knowing that next year I’ll be back in my who-cares mode.  It was easier to be gung-ho back when our office was downtown, right along the route of post-Super-Bowl / post-Stanley-Cup victory parades, and with a sports store or kiosk on every corner.  But I’m sure there will be some opportunity for ritualistic banding-together.

I do have something of a fondness for the Rockies.  They came into being around the time I arrived here (the team’s first season was in 1993, and Coors Field opened in 1995).  And I like the purple and black color scheme.  And, of course, they are Our Team.

And, yeah, there’s some sort of visceral dislike of the Red Sox, though I couldn’t say why.  Maybe because they seem like a Big Shiny Sports Franchise from Back East.  I was rooting for Cleveland, just because. 

So I hope the Rockies win, though I’m not going to try to buy tickets, or even go out of my way to watch any of the games.  It will allow me to thump my chest like all the other guys in the local tribe.  I’ll razz the Boston fans, locally and elsewhere in the company when the subject (inevitably) comes up in conference calls.

But, y’know … life goes on.  🙂

Schism!

A foreign group sends missionaries to the US and the rest of the world. Over the years, there are disagreements about orthodoxy, about polity, about the role of democracy…

A foreign group sends missionaries to the US and the rest of the world. Over the years, there are disagreements about orthodoxy, about polity, about the role of democracy in the organization, versus being dictated to from overseas, of egos and revisionist history and cultural relativism and factionalism.  Next thing you know — schism, as some people declare independence, other people declare the value of tradition, and everyone takes up positions of righteousness.

No, remarkably, I’m not talking about the whole Episcopal / Anglican thing here, but the division between the Japan Karate Association / World Federation versus the Philadelphia-HQed International Shotokan Karate Federation, as the ISKF declared itself independent in July from the JKA, though some of the lead senseis (and their regions) in the ISKF are remaining with the JKA.  The JKA has created a JKA/WF-Americas group, and both they and the ISKF are cordially inviting folks to take sides.

It’s actually kind of morbidly interesting to watch, as both groups are remaining very Japanese-restrained about the whole thing, though you can read a lot of hard feelings between the lines.  I don’t know the story from the JKA side of things — the master sensei in the ISKF region I belong to is sticking with the ISKF, as is my local sensei, and, honestly, I follow the local guy (whom I deeply respect) on this — but from the ISKF side (per the summer edition of the “ISKF Spotlight”), it seemed to boil down to:

  1. The JKA mother ship wanting more administrative control over the “World Federation” (out of apparent concern that the US-based ISKF was trying to take control over it).
  2. The JKA wanting to charge significant membership fees to all members, internationally.
  3. The JKA trying to pack the Board of Directors by adding in various folks from Japan HQ onto it, at the expense of other regions.

Nothing I can specifically find from the JKA side of things (though some of it seems to tie into organizational decisions made at last year’s JKA board meeting and this year’s, too), though the folks who decided to stay with them spoke of tradition as one of the key reasons to stick with it.

For what it’s worth, it appears, for all the calm dedication and flowery philosophy, that politics within the realm of Shotokan karate can be just as nasty and fractious as any other organization (including, sadly, religious ones) — enhanced, in some cases, by ego-conflicts over variations in style and teaching, as well as the normal one about who’s the boss of whom (and exacerbated by the “cult of personality” that develops around so many of the “teachers”).  Despite espousing lofty goals, too many of the participants are far too human.  Disappointing.

(For those with an interest in such things, there’s plenty of unrestrained drama and speculation here and here and here.  Maybe it’s just the forum format, but it reminds me unpleasantly of all the old CoH Supergroup online politics.)

All that having been said, it’s not keeping me from karate class twice a week.  Because, ultimately, I’m not into it as some sort of great philosophical truth, or because I’m looking for a guru to follow or a banner to march under.  I’m doing it because it’s good for me, and I enjoy it. ‘Nuff said.

Uncle Edo

Just heard from mom that my grand-uncle, Eduardo Reginatto, passed away, I spent a lot of time with him, relatively speaking, when John and I were growing up.  He was my…

Just heard from mom that my grand-uncle, Eduardo Reginatto, passed away,

I spent a lot of time with him, relatively speaking, when John and I were growing up.  He was my Nona’s brother, and he took care of my Biz Nona while I knew her.  He liked to fish,  and a regular portion of any childhood trip to Santa Barbara was going out in his boat onto the blue Pacific.  His back yard provided my parents with avocados, and I have a set of silverware I received from him as a wedding gift (from his and for my first marriages).  He was a heavy smoker, though he eventually quit.

Jim Rockford’s Pappy in The Rockford Files  reminded me a lot of Uncle Edo.

He was a grand fellow, a good guy, and he’ll be missed.

Thank heavens Rita Skeeter didn’t get hold of this

The headlines blare!  “Albus Dumbledore was gay!” Harry Potter fans, the rumors are true: Albus Dumbledore, master wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts, is gay. J.K. Rowling, author of the mega-selling…

The headlines blare!  “Albus Dumbledore was gay!”

Harry Potter fans, the rumors are true: Albus Dumbledore, master wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts, is gay. J.K. Rowling, author of the mega-selling fantasy series that ended last summer, outed the beloved character Friday night while appearing before a full house at Carnegie Hall.

After reading briefly from the final book, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,” she took questions from audience members.

She was asked by one young fan whether Dumbledore finds “true love.”

“Dumbledore is gay,” the author responded to gasps and applause.

My first reaction was a “Huh?” I mean, not as a tru-fan of the series but as someone who’s read all the books, I never had any particular clue that he was gay.  Nor, for that matter, that he was straight.  Evidently, though (read the AP story if you want more details), some of the “Dumbledore’s past” plot elements Rowling gave out in the final novel or two tie into this, and she actually had to make a correction of some bits that were being inserted into the Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince movie.

It’s nothing particularly shocking, upon consideration (hell, for all I know, half the faculty at Hogwarts is gay, for all we know of their love lives — no doubt there’s plenty of slash fiction out there on the Internet to support the hypothesis).  Little question, though, that the same folks who criticized the books for their witchcraft will find further to criticize in this (I can just hear the bile and sniggering now).

(via Ginny)

First snowballs of the season

To be followed by the first fire of the season….

To be followed by the first fire of the season.

Chilling effect

At some point last week, as I was preparing to finally get out of the office after a long day of work, I was IMing with Margie. There are two…

At some point last week, as I was preparing to finally get out of the office after a long day of work, I was IMing with Margie.

There are two phrases I use in speech and in IMing.  One is “Praise Allah!” which is meant as in the same sense as “Huzzah!” or as an alternative to a hyperbolic “Thank God!” or “Praise the Lord!” — not disrespectfully, mind you, but just as another, idiosyncratic expression of relief and joy (think of it as an updating of “By Jove!”).  For what it’s worth, I picked it up from a family member.  I don’t use it much in public, just because some folks might be offended or take it as disrespectful (which it’s not intended to be), but I do occasionally say it.

Another phrase I use is “Let’s blow this pop stand,” a venerable phrase for “let’s get out of here.”

So, expressing great relief in being done with what I’d been working on, and indicating I was on my way home, I almost wrote Margie: Praise Allah!  Let’s blow this pop stand.

Yeah.

I didn’t write that, because I thought about what I was typing.  Or, more importantly, I thought of what the consequences might be.  There is, in legal parlance, what’s call the “chilling effect.”  It basically means that if certain behaviors are made illegal or subject to action, folks will not only shy away from them, but will shy away from still technically legal or permissible actions that might be skirting the lines or drawing too close for comfort to that dividing line.  If that line is fuzzy — what is “obscenity.” for example — most folks will stand even further back from it.

So, for example, if you have a boss who occasionally rips someone a new one over certain things they say, you’ll double- and triple-guess what you’re going to say, and most likely you’re going say less than you would otherwise.  Similarly, if you’re afraid if you say something about a person or topic, you might get sued — even if you would win such a suit, you might stay quiet anyway, not wanting the expense and trouble.  Ditto for cases where fair use of property rights (e.g., posting an excerpt from a copyrighted material for reviewing purposes) is clearly legal, but the owner sends out a cease-and-desist, threatening legal action, and you pull the material down out of concern they might go ahead with it.

Or, in this case — well, there I was, fingers poised over the keyboard, and through my mind ran all those stories of intelligence-gathering activities, and NSA computers that hunted down key words and phrases, and other internal surveillance “homeland security” sorts of activities … and I stopped, and rephrased what I was going to say.  Not because I felt it was wrong, not because I had a crime to hide, not because I didn’t have a First Amendment right to speak, or that I had a conspiracy to keep masked, or was a reasonable target of a Homeland Security investigation, or anything like that.  But because if some agency was sifting through Internet traffic and saw an IM that included “Praise Allah” and “blow this,” there was a finite chance that it might cause klaxons to sound, red lights to flash, and — if no jump-suited FBI SWAT teams headed for my door — perhaps my name would get flagged somewhere in some system as a “person of interest.”

That sort of grief I don’t need.

Welcome to the chilling effect.  Please double-check your words at the door.

Snow!

Might I offer you some sno-cones out on the veranda?…

Might I offer you some sno-cones out on the veranda?

Snow!

Some more….

Some more.

Museum

For Ray’s birthday, Lee and De took her up to the Denver Museum of Natural History (or, as it’s renamed, the Denver Museum of Nature and Science).  We hadn’t been…

For Ray’s birthday, Lee and De took her up to the Denver Museum of Natural History (or, as it’s renamed, the Denver Museum of Nature and Science).  We hadn’t been up there since probably around when Katherine was born, so it was a fun visit, joined in with Randy, and with Meera and her crew, and Jackie and KK.

  1. Katherine, of course, was very much into the dinosaurs, being currently dinosaur-crazy.
  2. The space science hall was very cool, and we could probably have spent another coupleof hours there.
  3. Entertaining visit to the “hands-on” center.
  4. Nice mummy goodness, too.
  5. Spent some good time in the Body exhibit.

Katherine enjoyed it all, and learned a bunch of stuff, and we probably need to get back up there again some time soon to hit the pieces we didn’t get this time — minerals, more animal displays, etc.

The Titanic IMAX is running there right now, and they have a Titanic exhibition with lines snaking around all sorts of places.  I’ve an interest in that, too, though whether Katherine would enjoy it is another matter.

The museum was, I was told, less crowded than usual — probably because it was Free Admission Day at the neighboring zoo — which, I suspect, was a, well, zoo.

Good times, good company.

Snow!

At last. UPDATE: Actually, it’s coming down even harder now, and sticking to the road. Though with all the sunshine of the past few days, I don’t expect that…

At last.

UPDATE: Actually, it’s coming down even harder now, and sticking to the road. Though with all the sunshine of the past few days, I don’t expect that to last.

Light posting, heavy commenting

I feel like I’ve been a bit light in the posting the last couple of days.  Part of that has been that I’ve been involved in ongoing conversations on the…

I feel like I’ve been a bit light in the posting the last couple of days.  Part of that has been that I’ve been involved in ongoing conversations on the Greta Christina post, both here, over here, and over here.

A comment was made that I am “prejudiced in favor of debate.”  That is probably so (especially since debate implies an expression of ideas in a controlled and relatively safe environment, which is just what Conflict-Averse Guy prefers).  But each of the comments I’ve made has taken a lot of thought, a lot of consideration, a lot of “What do I really feel about this?” “What do I really think about this?” “How do I get this point across?” “How can I say this without sounding like a jerk?” “How do I harness my own anger here?” “Am I being honest?” “Am I being fair?” “That seems wrong, but is it a knee-jerk reaction on my part or something I just can’t yet put into words?” etc.

In other words, as much as it seems I run off at the mouth at times, a lot goes into each of those comments.

So a most of my creative and emotional mojo has gone there the past couple of days, rather than telling you about Russell’s Teapot (thanks, BD), or the interrogators of WWII, or Mozart’s wife.  My apologies.

I suspect the conversation will die down shortly, though, and we’ll be able to return to the usual potpourri of trivia.  Stay tuned.

 

I hope she has it out of her system

Kitten’s school day care program, having a full day to kill during Parent-Teacher Conferences, took the kids to Casa Bonita.  It was, according to her “so cool!” and “awesome!” and…

Kitten’s school day care program, having a full day to kill during Parent-Teacher Conferences, took the kids to Casa Bonita.  It was, according to her “so cool!” and “awesome!” and she regaled us this evening with tales of the scary cave and the female zombies (“with hair!”) and the Elvis skeleton.

She’s been hinting that maybe, just maybe, Mommy would like to go there for her impending birthday. 

I suspect … not.

Winter is icummin in

Yesterday was one of those annual milestone days — two of them, in fact. It was the start of the “just because it’s sunny out doesn’t mean you won’t be…

Yesterday was one of those annual milestone days — two of them, in fact.

  1. It was the start of the “just because it’s sunny out doesn’t mean you won’t be uncomfortably cold in your shirt sleeves” season.
  2. We got the sprinklers blown for the year.

And, right on schedule, talk of snow on Sunday.

Time to start digging out the jackets.

The Eyes Have It

We all went in for eye appointments today. Katherine was referred (again) by the school.  And, again, she’s testing within normal bounds — a bit far-sighted, but that’s usual for…

We all went in for eye appointments today.

Katherine was referred (again) by the school.  And, again, she’s testing within normal bounds — a bit far-sighted, but that’s usual for younger kids.

She had her eyes dilated, which was both cool (they give some great disposable sunglasses out) and a bit scary and inconvenient.  But it made for a great science lesson.

Margie‘s eyes are … as she put it … “maturing.”  She’s not yet ready for bifocals, but that’s coming.

I went in separate from the other two.  My distance vision is pretty  much unchanged from my last appointment a bit over three years ago (!), but my close-in vision could use a bit of a bump..

So, no glasses for Katherine, but new glasses for Margie and me.  More thrilling updates to follow.

Parent-Teacher Goodnesss

Had our Parent-Teacher Conference with Katherine’s teacher, Mrs Miller, this afternoon. Okay, so Mrs Miller loves Katherine.  She’s bright, she’s dedicated, she’s a hard worker, she’s smart, she’s nice to…

Had our Parent-Teacher Conference with Katherine’s teacher, Mrs Miller, this afternoon.

Okay, so Mrs Miller loves Katherine.  She’s bright, she’s dedicated, she’s a hard worker, she’s smart, she’s nice to everyone, etc., etc.

Then her speech teacher comes in.  Katherine’s a hard worker, she’s bright, she’s funny, she’s lovable.

Then the science teacher comes in.  He wanted to meet the parents of that really cute blonde girl who’s so into science and dinosaurs.

Heh.

Other things we learned:

  1. Katherine started off second grade testing at reading as an end-of-second-grade reader.
  2. She makes really cool cognitive leaps about things.
  3. She is (as noted) nice and friendly to everyone (and is, by the same token, very sensitive and liable to burst into tears over being treated meanly).
  4. Her handwriting is amazingly neat.  Okay, proof she’s a changeling, since she didn’t get that from either parent.
  5. She’s very good, remarkably good, at math.
  6. All her teachers love her.

Not too shabby.