Sunday, February 21, 2010

Why I Don’t Know Anything, But I Kind of Do

Mathematics is intriguing in the way of a hungry tiger or a violently raging river rapid. It has never been something I would like to spend my life (or even more than a moment at a time) getting to know intimately. It is an area to which people have devoted their fullest potential. Some of my friends and family members are mathematicians. They can take apart complex issues of engineering and logic like scalpel-wielding oncologists extracting cancer cells from healthy tissue. I, on the other hand, am more like an ill-tempered ape with a TI-83 graphing calculator; the tools are there along with the basic ability, but much beyond the Pythagorean theory of finding a right triangle’s hypotenuse, I am at a loss. Why, then, do I even know who Pythagoras was? Why does my sister hold a degree in physics? Society forms and moves the individual mind in concert with the mind’s innate predilections.

In The Metaphysical Club, Menand tracks the emergence of the Law of Errors as it affected the thought lives of people in the nineteenth century. For instance, Pierre-Simon Laplace saw the Law of Errors as a way to reach further and further toward the likeliest solution to a problem by judging with a sample large enough to create the bell curve of a mean. As Laplace began to apply this to human activities, the implication that society was predictable lent itself to the philosophical outlook of determinism (186). If Laplace’s determinism is to be taken to its fullest, everything is necessarily a result of factors that are in motion long before their fruition and not much can be done to change them. However, this does not hold in the face of events that are highly improbably but altogether possible. Menand’s given example is that of drawing the desired card from a shuffled deck. This interpretation of Darwinian evolution makes it entirely possible that the universe is not predetermined (199). Society, in this case, would follow laws and the rules that normally govern. Except when it doesn’t. In fact, this Darwinian randomness is that which allows for the improbable mutation to lead to the newest branch of academia, society, economy, and , oh yes, speciation in the natural world.

This randomness, the biological hypothesis cum social theory cum philosophical outlook, is an interesting way to explain why the math classes my sister took were a boon to her intellectual well-being, yet I made it through my requirements with mediocre grades and a matching dispassion for the subject. Genetics, curricula, socio-economic status being basically the same, the randomness of my sister’s and my divergence in the realm of the protractor is a way of looking at the mutation of what might have been into what actually is. Now, as I look back with a bit of appreciation for mathematics, I see how I did not win the lottery. Perhaps, though, I did. Perhaps the situation is not success versus failure, but success of a kind applied differently per condition. Randomness, then, is not whether I succeed or fail at differential equations—I fail, if you’re curious—but in which areas I succeed and in which areas success is withheld from me. Without attributing some selective power to God or the cosmos, (it would be positively un-Darwinian) it is safe to say that everyone cannot succeed simultaneously in the same area. Or, it is statistically highly improbable, at least.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Making movies, etc.

Herro, Preashe!

Well, let's see. Lately life is good. A couple of snow days so far this month, and it provided me the opportunity to catch up on sleep that I sorely needed. This past weekend I put in about 30 hours on-set shooting my movie An Infinite Parade. I am really proud of how well things went and how the movie is going to look. Watching the monitor, I got to see how well the lighting crew and director of photography were working together to make a high quality film. I'm really excited to see dailies (that is, raw footage cut together for review) this week. I'm also working on another movie this weekend for a friend who is shooting. I'll be their sound mixer, and that's cool with me.

I know this post is short, but I've got to get my stuff together and brave my way to class across icy sidewalks and general coldness.

T

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


I found this online, and I chuckled to myself. It kind of raises a good point... though I know that will ruffle some feathers. It was part of an article about how ridiculous it is that ABC News interviewed Jenny McCarthy about a new autism study. As though she were a scientist or really a well informed person at all. And so goes society.

Well, I made it through Christmas and New Years and enjoyed family time for a couple weeks, but it was also nice to spend NYE with friends here in Conway.

I'm really ready for classes to get started here and to get my BA done this semester. Ugh, I feel old thinking that I'll be a college grad in May. But at least that means I'll have finished what I started.

And so now it's time to start looking to the world beyond the UCA universe. And to make plans and find a path that is suitable.

T

Sunday, January 3, 2010

I think I know what I'd do.

Ok, so this is kind of odd, but worth sharing. This is something that's been around a few years already. Chuck Klosterman made a list: "23 Questions I Ask Everybody I Meet in Order to Know if I can Really Love Them." And they are worth reading through. When Klosterman came to UCA a while back, I went to hear him. He was sick and sounded kind of gross, but he is an immensely interesting author. This little quiz is from his book "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A Low Culture Manifesto."

So...

1. Let us assume you met a rudimentary magician. Let us assume he can do five simple tricks—he can pull a rabbit out of his hat, he can make a coin disappear, he can turn the ace of spades into the Joker card, and two others in a similar vein. These are his only tricks and he can’t learn any more; he can only do these five. HOWEVER, it turns out he’s doing these five tricks with real magic. It’s not an illusion; he can actually conjure the bunny out of the ether and he can move the coin through space. He’s legitimately magical, but extremely limited in scope and influence.

Would this person be more impressive than Albert Einstein?

2. Let us assume a fully grown, completely healthy Clydesdale horse has his hooves shackled to the ground while his head is held in place with thick rope. He is conscious and standing upright, but completely immobile. And let us assume that—for some reason—every political prisoner on earth (as cited by Amnesty International) will be released from captivity if you can kick this horse to death in less than twenty minutes. You are allowed to wear steel-toed boots.

Would you attempt to do this?

3. Let us assume there are two boxes on a table. In one box, there is a relatively normal turtle; in the other, Adolf Hitler’s skull. You have to select one of these items for your home. If you select the turtle, you can’t give it away and you have to keep it alive for two years; if either of these parameters are not met, you will be fined $999 by the state. If you select Hitler’s skull, you are required to display it in a semi-prominent location in your living room for the same amount of time, although you will be paid a stipend of $120 per month for doing so. Display of the skull must be apolitical.

Which option do you select?

4. Genetic engineers at Johns Hopkins University announce that they have developed a so-called “super gorilla.” Though the animal cannot speak, it has a sign language lexicon of over twelve thousand words, an I.Q. of almost 85, and—most notably—a vague sense of self-awareness. Oddly, the creature (who weighs seven hundred pounds) becomes fascinated by football. The gorilla aspires to play the game at its highest level and quickly develops the rudimentary skills of a defensive end. ESPN analyst Tom Jackson speculates that this gorilla would be “borderline unblockable” and would likely average six sacks a game (although Jackson concedes the beast might be susceptible to counters and misdirection plays). Meanwhile, the gorilla has made it clear he would never intentionally injure any opponent.

You are commissioner of the NFL: Would you allow this gorilla to sign with the Oakland Raiders?

5. You meet your soul mate. However, there is a catch: Every three years, someone will break both of your soul mate’s collarbones with a Crescent wrench, and there is only one way you can stop this from happening: You must swallow a pill that will make every song you hear—for the rest of your life—sound as if it’s being performed by the band Alice in Chains. When you hear Creedence Clearwater Revival on the radio, it will sound (to your ears) like it’s being played by Alice in Chains. If you see Radiohead live, every one of their tunes will sound like it’s being covered by Alice in Chains. When you hear a commercial jingle on TV, it will sound like Alice in Chains; if you sing to yourself in the shower, your voice will sound like deceased Alice vocalist Layne Staley performing a capella (but it will only sound this way to you).

Would you swallow the pill?

6. At long last, someone invents “the dream VCR.” This machine allows you to tape an entire evening’s worth of your own dreams, which you can then watch at your leisure. However, the inventor of the dream VCR will only allow you to use this device of you agree to a strange caveat: When you watch your dreams, you must do so with your family and your closest friends in the same room. They get to watch your dreams along with you. And if you don’t agree to this, you can’t use the dream VCR.

Would you still do this?

7. Defying all expectation, a group of Scottish marine biologists capture a live Loch Ness Monster. In an almost unbelievable coincidence, a bear hunter in the Pacific Northwest shoots a Sasquatch in the thigh, thereby allowing zoologists to take the furry monster into captivity. These events happen on the same afternoon. That evening, the president announces he may have thyroid cancer and will undergo a biopsy later that week.

You are the front page editor of The New York Times: What do you play as the biggest story?

8. You meet the perfect person. Romantically, this person is ideal: You find them physically attractive, intellectually stimulating, consistently funny, and deeply compassionate. However, they have one quirk: This individual is obsessed with Jim Henson’s gothic puppet fantasy The Dark Crystal. Beyond watching it on DVD at least once a month, he/she peppers casual conversation with Dark Crystal references, uses Dark Crystal analogies to explain everyday events, and occasionally likes to talk intensely about the film’s “deeper philosophy.”

Would this be enough to stop you from marrying this individual?

9. A novel titled Interior Mirror is released to mammoth commerical success (despite middling reviews). However, a curious social trend emerges: Though no one can prove a direct scientific link, it appears that almost 30 percent of the people who read this book immediately become homosexual. Many of these newfound homosexuals credit the book for helping them reach this conclusion about their orientation, despite the fact that Interior Mirror is ostensibly a crime novel with no homoerotic content (and was written by a straight man).

Would this phenomenon increase (or decrease) the likliehood of you reading this book?

10. This is the opening line of Jay McInerney’s Bright Lights, Big City: “You are not the kind of guy who would be in a place like this at this time of the morning.” Think about that line in the context of the novel (assuming you’ve read it). Now go to your CD collection and find Heart’s Little Queen album (assuming you own it). Listen to the opening riff to “Barracuda.”

Which of these two introductions is a higher form of art?

11. You are watching a movie in a crowded theater. Though the plot is mediocre, you find yourself dazzled by the special effects. But with twenty minutes left in the film, you are struck with an undeniable feeling of doom: You are suddenly certain your mother has just died. There is no logical reason for this to be true, but you are certain of it. You are overtaken with the irrational metaphysical sense that—somewhere—your mom has just perished. But this is only an intuitive, amorphous feeling; there is no evidence for this, and your mother has not been ill.

Would you immediately exit the theater, or would you finish watching the movie?

12. You meet a wizard in downtown Chicago. The wizard tells you he can make you more attractive if you pay him money. When you ask how this process works, the wizard points to a random person on the street. You look at this random stranger. The wizard says, “I will now make them a dollar more attractive.” He waves his magic wand. Ostensibly, this person does not change at all; as far as you can tell, nothing is different. But—somehow—this person is suddenly a little more appealing. The tangible difference is invisible to the naked eye, but you can’t deny that this person is vaguely sexier. This wizard has a weird rule, though—you can only pay him once. You can’t keep giving him money until you’re satisfied. You can only pay him one lump sum up front.

How much cash do you give the wizard?

13. Every person you have ever slept with is invited to a banquet where you are the guest of honor. No one will be in attendance except you, the collection of your former lovers, and the catering service. After the meal, you are asked to give a fifteen-minute speech to the assembly.

What do you talk about?

14. For reasons that cannot be explained, cats can suddenly read at a twelfth-grade level. They can’t talk and they can’t write, but they can read silently and understand the text. Many cats love this new skill, because they now have something to do all day while they lay around the house; however, a few cats become depressed, because reading forces them to realize the limitations of their existence (not to mention the utter frustration of being unable to express themselves).

This being the case, do you think the average cat would enjoy Garfield, or would cats find this cartoon to be an insulting caricature?

15.You have a brain tumor. Though there is no discomfort at the moment, this tumor would unquestionably kill you in six months. However, your life can (and will) be saved by an operation; the only downside is that there will be a brutal incision to your frontal lobe. After the surgery, you will be significantly less intelligent. You will still be a fully functioning adult, but you will be less logical, you will have a terrible memory, and you will have little ability to understand complex concepts or difficult ideas. The surgery is in two weeks.

How do you spend the next fourteen days?

16. Someone builds and optical portal that allows you to see a vision of your own life in the future (it’s essentially a crystal ball that shows a randomly selected image of what your life will be like in twenty years). You can only see into this portal for thirty seconds. When you finally peer into the crystal, you see yourself in a living room, two decades older than you are today. You are watching a Canadian football game, and you are extremely happy. You are wearing a CFL jersey. Your chair is surrounded by books and magazines that promote the Canadian Football League, and there are CFL pennants covering your walls. You are alone in the room, but you are gleefully muttering about historical moments in Canadian football history. It becomes clear that—for some unknown reason—you have become obsessed with Canadian football. And this future is static and absolute; no matter what you do, this future will happen. The optical portal is never wrong. This destiny cannot be changed.

The next day, you are flipping through television channels and randomly come across a pre-season CFL game between the Toronto Argonauts and the Saskatchewan Roughriders. Knowing your inevitable future, do you now watch it?

17. You are sitting in an empty bar (in a town you’ve never before visited), drinking Bacardi with a soft-spoken acquaintance you barely know. After an hour, a third individual walks into the tavern and sits by himself, and you ask your acquaintance who the new man is. “Be careful of that guy,” you are told. “He is a man with a past.” A few minutes later, a fourth person enters the bar; he also sits alone. You ask your acquaintance who this new individual is. “Be careful of that guy, too,” he says. “He is a man with no past.”

Which of these two people do you trust less?

18. You have won a prize. The prize has two options, and you can choose either (but not both). The first option is a year in Europe with a monthly stipend of $2,000. The second option is ten minutes on the moon.

Which option do you select?

19. Your best friend is taking a nap on the floor of your living room. Suddenly, you are faced with a bizarre existential problem: This friend is going to die unless you kick them (as hard as you can) in the rib cage. If you don’t kick them while they slumber, they will never wake up. However, you can never explain this to your friend; if you later inform them that you did this to save their life, they will also die from that. So you have to kick a sleeping friend in the ribs, and you can’t tell them why.

Since you cannot tell your friend the truth, what excuse will you fabricate to explain this (seemingly inexplicable) attack?

20. For whatever the reason, two unauthorized movies are made about your life. The first is an independently released documentary, primarily comprised of interviews with people who know you and bootleg footage from your actual life. Critics are describing the documentary as “brutally honest and relentlessly fair.” Meanwhile, Columbia Tri-Star has produced a big-budget biopic of your life, casting major Hollywood stars as you and all your acquaintances; though the movie is based on actual events, screenwriters have taken some liberties with the facts. Critics are split on the artistic merits of this fictionalized account, but audiences love it.

Which film would you be most interested in seeing?

21. Imagine you could go back to the age of five and relive the rest of your life, knowing everything that you know now. You will reexperience your entire adolescence with both the cognitive ability of an adult and the memories of everything you’ve learned form having lived your life previously.

Would you lose your virginity earlier or later than you did the first time around (and by how many years)?

22. You work in an office. Generally, you are popular with your coworkers. However, you discover that there are currently two rumors circulating the office gossip mill, and both involve you. The first rumor is that you got drunk at the office holiday party and had sex with one of your married coworkers. This rumor is completely true, but most people don’t believe it. The second rumor is that you have been stealing hundreds of dollars of office supplies (and then selling them to cover a gambling debt). This rumor is completely false, but virtually everyone assumes it is factual.

Which of these two rumors is most troubling to you?

23. Consider this possibility:

a. Think about deceased TV star John Ritter.

b. Now, pretend Ritter had never become famous. Pretend he was never affected by the trappings of fame, and try to imagine what his personality would have been like.

c. Now, imagine that this person—the unfamous John Ritter—is a character in a situation comedy.

d. Now, you are also a character in this sitcom, and the unfamous John Ritter character is your sitcom father.

e. However, this sitcom is actually your real life. In other words, you are living inside a sitcom: Everything about our life is a construction, featuring the unfamous John Ritter playing himself (in the role of your TV father). But this is not a sitcom. This is your real life.

How would you feel about this?


T

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I'm 'Bah' your Humbug!

Semester ended and I made it out with what little shred of sanity I could salvage. Not that there was a lot to begin with. Grades came out pretty much what I anticipated and I am in no real danger of not graduating in May unless there is something just ridiculously catastrophic that happens. Hooray for finally finishing something! It's only taken five years... (or four with a break, depending on how you count it.)

Now I'm in holiday mode. With school out, I'm basically working and doing whatever crosses my path. Right now I'm crashing with some friends and riding out the wave of interpersonal drama that comes with living for more than three days in this lovely world.

Thesis presentation went well, and I really feel like that is a huge hurdle that I was able to surmount. Hopefully I'll be able to use that piece later. Perhaps to expand and maybe publish. I feel like it has potential, anyway. p.s. If you want a copy, I'm happy to email it, just let me know.

In other news, in the next week and a half I'll be globetrotting from Central Arkansas to Missouri to Central Arkansas to Texarkana to Mississippi and back to Central Arkansas. I'll be back in Conway before New Years. This week I'm going to Missouri to visit my paternal grandparents. I don't think I've been to their house in something like five or six years, so it should be thoroughly odd... but it will be nice to do what catching up can be done in a four day span. Then to Mississippi next week to see Granny et. al for the Christmas extravaganza that is a card table of decidedly nommable sweets and a few days of Chinese checkers (Granny, I'm bringing my A-game) and sitting around shooting the breeze.

Then back to work hard for the money before school resumes. I'm pleased with my last semester's class schedule and hope that it will be interesting enough to stave off the senioritis that set in in 2005 and hasn't ever worn completely off. I am excited to be taking an anthropology class actually in the anthro department (as opposed to the others I've taken in the Honors College), and I'm looking forward to a script workshopping class I'm taking in the writing department with Bob May. Otherwise, I'm in the thick of producing a movie involving aging and retirement homes and time machines. Plus an Honors seminar class and some stuff to do with production design.

Oh, by the way, my 3D animation class ended up with an A for my final grade. Even after all my complaining. My final project was a campfire in a forest at night. The fire was a particle system that glowed and looked kind of cool, and the camera was animated on a track to fly close into the fire and then out and around. I was happy with it. Unfortunately, I didn't do anything to put it up to be seen online. If it's still around when I get back on the lab's computers I'll see if I can't get it on YouTube or Vimeo... or at least a screencap to see my modeling. I ended up using Photoshop in addition to Blender, and I felt awfully proud of myself. This would be my first experience with either. And I think Photoshop and I would get along nicely if I ever sat down and played with it. I used to do some photo editing business back in the days of my old lappy. Le sigh.

So, now that I've put off putting my clothes into my backpack for this trip, I should probably do that post haste before the parentals arrive.

Merry Christmas, etc.

T

Monday, December 7, 2009

It's finally here!

For those of you who have been living under a rock or else only keeping up with me on this very blog, I have spent the past year or so working on a thesis for my minor in Interdisciplinary Studies. That is, the Honors College. This project has taken me through more books and journal articles than I care to admit, through many iterations of application for research approval (and subsequent rejection), as well as around the world, into the Old Testament, and on a personal journey that I did not anticipate. All that boils down to this Friday morning. I'll be giving a presentation (I don't like the word "defense") of my thesis.

The thing started out as an anthropology research project, plain and simple. It was going to revolve around the different strands of Christianity in current-day People's Republic of China and how there are conflicts between Christian morality and aspects of PRC law. Well, after spending several months with my nose buried in books and eyes watering from the illumination of LexusNexus online articles, I wrote an Institutional Review Board proposal to study the House Church, Three-Self Church, Chinese Catholic church, et al. this summer while I would be in the PRC anyway. The IRB shot me down a few times and once their final denial came the week before departure for a summer in China, my adviser, Dr. Adam Frank, and I came to a different conclusion. I could do my research more passively by observing people and situations (but not doing "interviews") and using that to fuel the creation of a piece of fiction.

So, now we have my novella, In the Land of Silence, about a Chinese couple and their lives as Christians in the face of an accidental pregnancy under the PRC's One Child Policy. That's the short version of what it's about. I am excited to have written something fictional (my first attempt at this in a piece of any length) and to have written something I think is worthwhile. This is definitely not intended to be classified as Christian fiction in the traditional sense, but rather a short piece about Christians in the regular world around them where things don't work and life doesn't always make sense. The ending is not tragic, but it certainly isn't happy, and to me, that reflects life as a struggling Christian (I defy you to find any other kind) in the real world.

This book took a lot of emotional and spiritual energy out of me as I looked at situations I've never experienced and tried to come to terms with situations I have that hold similar implications. I've never been pregnant and needed to have an abortion, but I've certainly felt like God was either not listening or unwilling to help. I hope that the piece is something that will be a springboard for further work spiritually and academically.

That said, come to my thesis presentation!

Friday, December 11, 9 a.m.
UCA Student Center, room 214

I'll be the one dressed up and looking frazzled.

T

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Well, hello, December

Today was the official beginning of Central Arkansas scarf season. (I make these rules up as I go.) And I could not be happier. Well, I mean, for the weather. The day has been beautiful and crisp with sunshine all over and leaves being gathered by uniformed university workers into heaps that they will soon vacuum away into trucks. What happens to the leaves after that is beyond me.

Anyway, this is what we politely refer to as Hell Week. Finals are next week, but everyone knows that this week is all about papers and projects being finished and handed in. Presentations are being presented. Extra credit and extensions are being begged. And it all has one gloriously silvery lining: we're almost done. I can't wait to get out of this semester and into the next. I'm excited to finish my BA and move on with life. My thesis presentation is in a week and a half. My Chinese final is in two days. And I am so close to just having the winter to work and breathe and read books I want to read.

I see you shiver with antici...

All that said, I'm editing my novella and getting my Digital Film production book together and cramming Hebrew letters and slogging through hours of 3D animation. I'm sitting with my nose all too close to the grindstone, and the exhilaration of projects completed is the fuel I need to power through the next few days.

So, here's to scarf season. Here's to the Academy. Here's to the end of the semester and the trouble it brought. Good bye, albatros. Hello, December.

T




...pation.

(You thought I'd leave you hanging?)