• sara reads the feed

    Animal News, orphan crops, and zoonosis

    Pulling together the “author’s cut” of my interactive novel is harder than I anticipated. I wrote *so* much material that only exists in one story track or another (meaning I have to go all over the file to see what I can possibly add), and a *lot* of text varies based upon reader choices. It’s one long personality test of a book, so…it’s a mess!

    Also, the chapters read differently without the page breaks/questions/illustrations. Once it’s just text, I see so many things I want to smooth and fill out. It’s a bigger editing job than anticipated!

    Fun project, though. Anything with dragons is fun.

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    Quentin Tarantino has long claimed he would only make a certain number of films, and one called “The Movie Critic” was due to be his last. He’s changed his mind. (The Film Stage)

    Honestly, I don’t think he should fuss about it. I’m old enough to have seen a lot of people retire, unretire, retire, unretire… I’m not sure anyone believes Tarantino will hold himself to a particular number of movies. He might be enduring more self-doubt than necessary. Just go make your movies, my dude. Whatever you want. However many you feel like.

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    Someone has been pursuing copyright for AI-generated books on the grounds that she’s disabled and couldn’t otherwise make them. (Ars Technica) The disability community is largely not on her side, I think, although I can’t cite anything besides the vibes I’ve gotten from disability activist spaces.

    Exploitation wears many faces. I’m too tired to write up a rebuttal, but I think she’s wrong, and this is a bad choice.

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    We aren’t necessarily growing the best available crops for our changing climate. Some folks are trying to change that by getting farmers to cultivate so-called “orphan crops.” (NPR)

    “He said, ‘Everything you see out there that’s green, is grass pea. Everything else has died.’ And he was right. We walked out into the field, and the field was cracked, it was so dry. You could put your arm down in the soil for about a foot or so. And there was this little grass pea plant, green and flowering. And I thought to myself, ‘What a generous plant this is!”

    Fowler acquired some grass pea seeds and brought them to his New York farm, where he’s growing and eating them. “It’s like a sugar snap pea,” he says. It’s delicious.”

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    I’ve been hearing for years that disease is the most immediate, wide-ranging impact of climate change. I’m especially interested in zoonotic diseases.

    So it is with no joy I report that chronic wasting disease may have made the jump from deer to humans. (Neurology)

    In 2022, a 72-year-old man with a history of consuming meat from a CWD-infected deer population presented with rapid-onset confusion and aggression. His friend, who had also eaten venison from the same deer population, recently died of CJD, raising concerns about a potential link between CWD and human prion disease. Despite aggressive symptomatic treatment of seizures and agitation, the patient’s condition deteriorated and he died within a month of initial presentation.

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    In funnier animal news, a young elephant seal wants to hang out in Victoria, darnit. Emerson is back. (The Guardian)

    The plan was to move the young seal far from British Columbia’s capital city, where over the last year, he has developed a reputation for ending up in “unusual locations”, including flower beds, city parks and busy roads.

    Emerson, as he is known to locals, had other plans.

    Less than a week after he was removed from Victoria, he made an “epic” 126-mile trek along the rugged west coast of Vancouver Island back to the city, a return that has left conservation officers in disbelief.

    This is cute and impressive. I hope they can figure it out before something terrible must be done to Emerson for safety, though.

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    Archaeologists found the victims of a ritualistic murder in a Neolithic pit. (Ars Technica) Humans are intense, man.

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    Hibernating bumblebee queens can survive underwater for up to a week. (Smithsonian Mag) This was a scientific discovery made by total accident, as hibernating queens were drowned by condensation. The scientist was devastated by her accident. But once they dried off and returned to hibernation, they seemed totally fine, and woke up normally.

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    Some people have much cooler homes than I do. This guy’s home was basically a weird art installation (WaPo), and it’s cool enough that the British government has decided to keep it that way.

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    Did you know that Japan has typically not allowed joint custody of children after divorce? I did not. I’m learning about it just as they pass laws to change that. (The Guardian)

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    I am delighted to announce that Dwarf Fortress on Steam has released Adventure Mode in beta! (Ars Technica) I’ve been waiting for this. I’ve got the beta on my computer right now, but I haven’t tried it just yet.

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    Brian Cox continues to say whatever the hell he’s thinking. In this case, he says Joaquin Phoenix was terrible in Napoleon. (Variety) I haven’t watched it yet so I have no opinion. But I love when Brian Cox says stuff grumpily. He’s adorable.

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    Anaheim Disneyland is working on a two billion dollar expansion that will include space for Avatar stuff. (Gizmodo via Quartz) All right.

    Meanwhile, Disney costume performers are trying to unionize. (CNN)

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    Prince Harry now lists himself as an American resident. (WaPo) We’re happy to have him. Far be it from me to be too welcoming of any Random Rich Dude, but he escaped an abusive family (mostly) so he could simp for a really hot woman until death do they part, and that’s sweet.

  • Kurt Russell in THE THING (credit: Universal Pictures)
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    Movie Review: The Thing (1982) ****

    In THE THING, an alien shapeshifter emerges from the antarctic ice and takes the form of people stationed at an outpost to kill them one by one.

    You wanna talk beginning in media res? This is a movie which begins in media res, and then some. We begin with a Norwegian scientist failing to kill a Husky from a helicopter, only to accidentally blow himself up instead. It’s too bad none of the Americans who witness this speak Norwegian. Surely the Norwegian pilot was warning them not to let the Husky spend all day wandering the base. Monolingualism loses again!

    I’m used to horror, like most stories, beginning with some amount of “normal world.” It’s a common story mechanism. The Thing has no time for this. Our filmmaker, John Carpenter, doesn’t waste time trying to set up the movie. We’re in Antarctica, on a base, and it’s cold. There are Huskies. (For sleds?) Is it weird that I’m surprised to get so little exposition about the base’s intentions and the milieu of the outside world when we don’t *need* it? We already know what Americans get up to in Antarctica (SCIENCE), but many modern movies labor over clunky dialogue making sure the most basic assumptions are spelled out.

    The reason I wonder if this is truly a “real world” setting is because some of our humans feel like aliens are a given. Of course, these kind of people do exist in reality. Carpenter just wasn’t worried about clarifying things. The closest we get to exposition is visiting the Norwegian base to see how badly they got rekt by the alien first.

    I was delighted to jump into this one feet-first. That gives us ample room in its 100-ish minute run time to show everyone being suspicious of one another, trying to figure out the “rules” of the alien, and attempting to survive one another. There are times when I almost thought they’d already killed off the alien and they were just going to kill each other out of suspicion. Kind of like The Mist making humans the greatest enemy.

    I love most of the tropes at play here, but it’s a bit frustrating when horror depends primarily on the hysterics of humans to sustain itself. It’s not unrealistic. I wouldn’t be level-headed in such a situation. Would you? And it’s not like anyone in 1982 had been playing Among Us enough to have preset strategies for making sure you’re never vulnerable to an imposter. Even so, it’s maddening to see them determine beyond a shadow of a doubt who isn’t an alien…then go off out of sight from one another, immediately isolated again. I wanted to jump into the tv and shake them. Then carefully step out of the tv again, because NO THANK YOU, alien.

    I also never enjoy dogs in peril. I know, I know. Give me all the bloody effects in the world if they’re adult humans. But have a couple dogs in danger and I’m thiiiis close to quitting the whole thing.

    Nonetheless, the effects are a hokey delight. They’re filmed in such a straightforward way, you can really appreciate the art design. The alien Thing is incredibly unnatural. Mouths will form out of the side of humanlike noggins. What looks like dripping veins can quickly turn into ropey tentacles. Did someone just lose his head? Well, now the head is crawling away like a spider. It’s all extremely slimy. For some reason it doesn’t bother me like the body horror of the Hellraiser movies, and I like that! I like how it’s just gross and amazing and sprawling. The stop motion is wonderful. The miniatures are fabulous, especially when they burn.

    They can do realistic effects though — what bothered us most was simply seeing people cutting deeply into their own thumbs to draw blood. Clearly Carpenter et al were entirely in control of what we were experiencing the whole time. I know a masterpiece when I see one.

    I always love movies where someone comes in with a vision and executes it with skill. The Thing is just a roller coaster of slimy fun, emphasizing the emotionality of humans as a major weakness, and it gives us Kurt Russell with gloriously fluffy hair through the whole thing. They really should have checked his fabulous hair to see if it had a life of its own. Maybe it could have saved them all.

    (image credit: Universal Pictures)

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    A bonus SRF, contentedness through mindfulness, a case of the sleepies

    I’m having a really hard time motivating myself to do work-work today, since I finished off the Fated for Firelizards alpha yesterday and pushed a big update. It was an unusual spurt of work that I hope becomes more usual for me again. Problem is that it happened on a Monday, so my natural urge is to take time off…but I just had a weekend. I’d rather do a few days of light work and just get to the weekend.

    The next item on my to-do list is really just to start pulling together the Author’s Cut, so I’m trying to remind myself all I *need* to do at the moment is start copying + pasting parts of the book. The urge to initiate is tricky to navigate, though. Especially since it demands standing at my standing desk right now and I’m sore.

    So that’s why I’m here again, posting another Sara Reads the Feed. I’ve been marking a lot of articles that I don’t necessarily share, since I do multiple passes of curation to knock the number of articles down. But hey, why not post more if the time is there?

    In regards to other ongoing projects-lite, I haven’t reviewed movies as much lately because I’m watching a lot more TV. Not Doc Martin, the greatest show ever made, because I wanted to zip through a rewatch of Lucifer. I’ll be back to that soon though. I might do an overall review of the TV show Lucifer in a single post; episode-by-episode or even season-by-season recaps are a bit more intensive, and I don’t have that much to say about this one. Lucifer is pure candy.

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    Psyche posted a thoughtful article about aging well.

    One thing I learned from being *really* stoned for eight years straight is how to live life with limited cognition/ability. It’s not a tidy comparison for numerous reasons. However, it’s a long time impaired and often semi-verbal. I got myself into a State that I couldn’t leave daily, and I still managed to spend a lot of fulfilling time like that. Not by expecting myself to perform like when I’m sober, but by accepting what I can do, and being contented in it. (You’d think the weed contributes to fulfilling happy time. You’d be wrong.)

    It’s really about being mindful. Appreciating what you have instead of what you don’t. And that’s basically where this article goes with aging as well.

    To grow with age, I suggest practising various forms of mindfulness. Just as exercise for the body helps to maintain and improve physical health, mindfulness is mental training that flexes the mind for optimal health and wellbeing. It involves a curious investigation of the present moment – your thoughts, emotions and physical sensations. The benefits include improved concentration, more awareness, an ability to stay focused on what is important, and the ability to meet challenges with kindness, humour, resilience and mental adaptability.

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    Speaking of addictive substances, I have to apologize for talking about former President Trump. He keeps falling asleep at his trial. Vanity Fair speculates it’s because he can’t have his usual 12 daily cans of Diet Coke (!!!). Food and drink aren’t allowed in the court room, and this is a criminal trial, so he has to be there and behave himself.

    There’s something like forty-five grams of caffeine in the average can of diet soda; a dozen cans daily means he’s clearing at least 540g of caffeine each day he has them, and that’s assuming his *only* caffeine source is Diet Coke. He’s also known to use a type of cold medicine that is caffeinated (Snopes link because they talk ingredients).

    According to the FDA, an adult should only have a max of 400mg caffeine/day, which you’d get from nine cans and a couple pieces of dark chocolate. They compare that to 3-4 cups of coffee, but that really depends on the size of coffee and brew.

    Sensitivity depends on the individual. Everyone metabolizes it at a different rate. I can’t do 400mg/day. My heart goes *crazy* when I begin to approach that level of caffeine. Lately I’ve been keeping it to around 100mg/day (in black tea) in order to keep myself from having heart palpitations.

    The point I’m getting at is that, yeah, losing access to his sodas could absolutely make him fall asleep in court. But I bet it feels amazing. Aside from the headaches, letting your body settle from stimulants is magic. Sleep feels restful, your heart is happy, your mood mellows. The dude needs a mellower mood.

    Everyone loves Trump having a case of the sleepies. It’s a New Yorker cartoon. Colbert and Stewart each talked about it in their monologues last night, too. I’ll be shocked if we don’t see it on SNL too. Honestly? This monster is most endearing when he’s unconscious, so I get it.

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    Smithsonian Mag shares a scan inside of a full-term condor egg. The images are exquisite and stunning. What a beautiful little life form.

    A lot can go wrong during hatching, which is why veterinarians who run California condor breeding programs in the United States keep a close eye on developing eggs. Several weeks ago, an egg being monitored by the breeding team at the San Diego Zoo Wildlife Alliance started to raise alarm bells—the chick, it seemed, had gotten into a contorted position.

    To assess the situation—and the bird’s survival prospects—specialists placed the California condor egg in a computed tomography (CT) machine, revealing a detailed, three-dimensional view of what was happening inside.

    Don’t worry; baby Emaay hatched successfully under the care of the biological parents and is doing well by all accounts.

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    FNAF2 is on its way. (Variety) No surprise there: the first one performed quite well in the box office. Blumhouse is smart with this one. They calculated that pleasing *only* hardcore FNAF fans would be enough to support the flick, and they were right. So they set the budget appropriately, wrote it for the fans and nobody else, and walked away with lots of bank.

    I didn’t mind FNAF, though I wasn’t the audience. I still prefer Willy’s Wonderland though.

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    NASA is trying to figure out a good way to get samples back from the Marsian surface. (Ars Technica)

    Their current plans don’t look viable after all, and the whole mission is at risk. Eleven billion dollars to only get samples back by 2040 is not, apparently, going to work for everyone involved.

    The most recent iteration of the Mars Sample Return mission involves two launches. One would take place in 2030 with a European spacecraft that will orbit Mars and wait for the second mission—the responsibility of NASA—to depart Earth in 2035 with a Sample Retrieval Lander (SRL). The second launch would involve a Mars Ascent Vehicle (MAV), the rocket necessary to launch samples off the red planet and into space.

    The lander would deliver the MAV to the Martian surface, and the Perseverance rover, already on Mars, will deliver sealed tubes of rock and soil specimens into a container for the trip back to Earth. The MAV would then launch the material into orbit around Mars, where the European-built Earth Return Orbiter would rendezvous with the sample container and pick it up for the journey home.

    These launches were previously scheduled to occur two years apart in the late 2020s, but those target dates are no longer attainable with the current plan and budget, officials said Monday.

    So what are they gonna do? No really, what are they going to do? They’d love to get more ideas, and they’re reaching out to private companies for help.

    As soon as Tuesday, NASA will release a solicitation for the private sector to propose ideas to bring back Perseverance’s samples. Companies with the best ideas will receive some NASA funding later this year to support 90-day studies, and these reports will inform agency leaders on how to proceed with the Mars Sample Return. NASA could be ready to make decisions on a new architecture by the end of the year.

    “We are opening up the aperture and allowing industry to propose concepts,” said Nicky Fox, head of NASA’s science mission directorate. “Yes, we would be OK with a higher risk posture. I’m definitely looking at things that have high heritage, the kind of tried and true architectures and elements of architectures that maybe have worked in the past, different ways of doing the various elements, a smaller Mars Ascent Vehicle.”

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    The New York Review of Books talks about “Tom’s Men,” as in, Tom of Finland, an iconic gay artist of the 20th century. The author killed it with this article; descriptions of his work are as vivid as the illustrations themselves.

    His pants are pulled down over his feet like a ruched satin shade. His hips are slung to one side in classic contrapposto, showing off the bounciest bubble butt you ever saw. His tiny waist is just glimpsed beneath the bottom of a sailor’s white shirt, which covers an improbably broad back that curves in a long “S” from neck to pelvis. His head, perched in profile as he looks over his right shoulder, has features of exaggerated, cartoonish masculinity: short straight nose, full pouting lips, strong jaw, pronounced chin, angular sideburns. His cap slides down over his forehead with an attitude of arrogant nonchalance as he revels in the pleasures of being beautiful and being seen. It’s so hypermasculine that it bends toward high femme, the pose and the voluptuousness recalling the Venus Callipyge—“Venus of the beautiful buttocks”—a Roman marble statue of the love goddess lifting her dress and allowing mortals to marvel at otherworldly perfection.

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    It kinda looks like a Netflix true crime documentary may have fabricated images of a real person using AI, according to Engadget. The image posted certainly does have AI hallmarks, though more information is certainly necessary, since this would be such a lurid use of the technology.

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    Another sign of a flagging free internet: The FCC is apparently cool with ISPs charging people more money for guaranteed high-speed gaming. Ars Technica explains why this is a problem.

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    A vertex in fourth dimensional space, little pet critters, bittersweet knowing

    I’m feeling very accomplished. I finished the Alpha of Fated for Firelizards, so you can read the whole book on itch now if you want.

    I’ve also gotten back into the rhythm of walking my French Bulldog every day. Little dogs like this are so fussy, and don’t necessarily *need* to be walked all the time. A couple times playing each day will wear him out, especially since he’s old. But it’s nice getting out with him again — for both us.

    Spring is my favorite season. I love checking in with all the blooming plants on these walks.

    His stamina is growing too, which is good for an old man with crappy hips. I should probably make a point of lengthening his walks a bit in order to make him stronger. He’s turning nine this year, and I would love to keep him as long as possible.

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    Salman Rushdie’s book says that he dreamed of being stabbed on stage only two nights before the attack. (NPR) Although it’s not an unrealistic dream for someone like Rushdie to have, I take this as apocryphal evidence of my theory: big events in time ripple backwards. We are only capable of experiencing the fourth dimension as a point (like how a dot on a paper can’t experience a three dimensional object), but the rest of time is theoretically always there, hanging around us where we can’t see. Why wouldn’t we feel a hard joggle in advance? Lots of people have premonitory experiences like this.

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    One of my favorite things about history is how, looking as far back as we are capable, humans have basically always been humans. See: a fox buried with a family that likely kept it as a pet 1500 years ago. (The Guardian) I’m sure the fox was a great and terrible roommate, but that doesn’t stop humans from pack bonding with everything. It’s sweet.

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    The Marginalian shares a couple definitions from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

    My favorite off their list:

    ÉNOUEMENT
    n. the bittersweetness of having arrived here in the future, finally learning the answers to how things turned out but being unable to tell your past self.

    I have been thinking about this unnamed sorrow lately because I, like everyone, am perpetually working on growing up. It really is bittersweet to have answers that would have helped me years ago.

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    A technician mounted his own art in a German art museum without permission. (The Guardian) He got in trouble, but can we just acknowledge how that’s the most arty artist move possible? Good for him. I hope he takes his punishment and keeps going.

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    Lawyers, Guns, & Money: Faculty salaries in American higher ed have drastically declined since 1970. “[F]ull-time faculty salaries in 2021-22 were just 4% higher than they were in 1970-71. ”

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    The Space Force is planning maneuvers…in space. (Ars Technica) 1) I still think “Space Force” as a name is terrible (I probably wouldn’t like any name), and 2) asking in the most idealistic way possible, could we just not? Of course humans have to drag military crap outside our exosphere (apparently this is simulating fake war, according to Gizmodo via Quartz). But could we not, somehow, possibly?

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    Adobe is offering payment for videos contributed to data sets. (Quartz) My personal baseline ideal for usage of AI in creative industries demands consent, compensation, and credit, and this covers 2/3 of that. Of course, this doesn’t address the massive ecological impacts of AI usage, or the way industries are using it to destroy artist jobs.

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    If sleeping more flushes more junk out of the brain, I must have the most junkless brain on the planet. (Ars Technica) I’m basically a cat.

    Apparently Americans don’t sleep enough though. (Quartz)

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    Brussels couldn’t handle the gay feminism of Love Lies Bleeding. (Variety) Homophobes were using violent heckles against the film, like during a rape scene, and then turned on queer audience members.

    The first walkouts began at around the 20-minute mark, while others from the queer community stayed in to push back against the audience commentary. Both parties confirm that some altercations turned from verbal to physical as tempers flared — though the question of instigation leads to predictably contrasting responses. Still, both would agree that the rise in hostility gave way to a similar rise in invective, leading to barbs with a hateful bite.

    “Once we stood up, we started hearing insults directed at us,” says an attendee who goes by Næ Palm. “It became something much nastier. Violent. We were overwhelmed, crying and we said to each other that this wasn’t normal.”

    Such heated language fueled a growing exodus – eventually seeing somewhere between 60 and 80 attendees regrouping in the cinema lobby. There, the young viewers began to push back en masse.

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    Cannabis delivery workers in California are threatening a strike. (The Guardian) I hope they get everything they need!

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    If you’ve got a gun in your household, the likeliest death to occur is death by suicide. (NPR) Self-injurious behavior with guns are statistically the highest source of gun-related deaths.

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    Kathleen Newman-Bremang, a Black American writer, shares her experience with miscarriage on Refinery29.

    It’s hard to put the trauma of a miscarriage into words. It’s hard to explain the physical and emotional toll that losing a wanted pregnancy takes on your body and mind. One thing I can articulate is the rage I felt any time someone said, in an attempt to be comforting, “You know, it’s really common.” Grandparents dying is common. Cancer is common. Tragedy is common. And yet, people understand the social taboo it would be to respond to any of the above with a statement of the commonality of their grief. And the fact that miscarriages are more common for Black women isn’t comforting, it’s terrifying. It’s emblematic of larger societal issues — including a lack of adequate medical research — that Black people are disproportionately faced with this devastating situation.

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    Panty hose is having a moment again. (Vanity Fair) I actually was expecting it to come back around, even though I only remember it being loathed in the early 90s. This isn’t how I expected it to be used, though — in cool high fashion ways. I’ve been expecting it to return because so many women feel pressure to be Instagram-ready, and pantyhose is the fastest way to sorta “airbrush” the texture out of legs that dare to have human features like veins, freckles, and scars.

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    Donald Glover announced that he’s planning his last albums under the name Childish Gambino. (Variety)

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    Canada has rightly ceded the titles for some 200 islands around British Columbia to the Haida Nation. (The Guardian)

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    sara reads the feed

    Origin of Origin of the Species, blood and disease, and 20-somethingness in history

    I always find it fascinating how few (no?) ideas are truly original. We’re always building on some bits of knowledge some other human had somewhere else, at some other time, whether or not we’re aware of their distant contributions. Charles Darwin’s Theory of Evolution was preceded by this French dude’s similar theses a century earlier. (The Guardian)

    In later editions of The Origin of Species, Darwin acknowledged Georges-Louis Leclerc, Comte de Buffon, as one of the “few” people who had understood that species change and evolve, before Darwin himself.

    Thing is, I bet that humans knew this here and there for quite a while. Any communities involved in multigenerational animal husbandry probably had a pretty good idea of how evolution would later be regarded. It just wasn’t organized or proven in a way that the later scientific community could recognize.

    This just reminds me of a tangential story: When I was in high school, my biology teacher was *very* insistent on reminding us that evolution is only a THEORY and that theories can never become facts. (I grew up in a very religious white people town, but I truly didn’t understand how weird these sorts of interactions were until I reached adulthood.)

    Scientific fact is directly observable, he said. If you drop a ball, it will fall to the ground. We observe gravity directly. The actions of gravity are a fact, and gravity as the cause remains a theory, or something like that. We really can observe evolution occurring on a small scale — like fruit flies, with their short generations — but his point was 1) flies aren’t greater animals (meaning humans are special, according to his religion), and 2) even observing the changes doesn’t mean that evolution is the cause. For all we know, it’s God.

    I do appreciate the perspective I got from that time. I was really exposed to a lot of…stuff…that has not held up through my adulthood, but I value knowing how different people think.

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    Here’s a YouTube video of newborn baby pygmy slow lorises, widely* acknowledged as the cutest animal on the planet. Smithsonian’s National Zoo and Conservation Biology Institute is lucky enough to be tending these sweet nuggets.

    (*In my house.)

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    In the past, my life was saved by blood donations. It didn’t occur to me that there are “blood deserts” (like food deserts) where supply is unavailable. Drone delivery and autotransfusion are options, but don’t completely close the gaps in demand. (NPR)

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    Speaking of blood…

    Hemolymph, aka insect blood, clots very quickly. (Ars Technica) Turns out it basically congeals and gets sucked back into the body to clog the hole. That’s so cool.

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    People rag on Madonna — mostly for aesthetic reasons — but she’s a beloved member of the queer community. She honored victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting at a recent concert. (Variety)

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    Bird flu is showing up in dairies in more American states. (NPR) Time to switch to ultra-pasteurized.

    Also, NPR reports on a spike in measles.

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    Engadget talks about flying drones developed to attach themselves to existing power lines in order to recharge. Although I don’t know enough about the subject to say if it’s a good idea or not, it does seem clever to arrange a way for them to use existing infrastructure. An alternative mentioned is placing charging pads around cities. Current flight time is limited to forty-five minutes or so, which makes me think we’d need a lot of pads. But we already have power lines all over.

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    There’s Oscar buzz around Zendaya’s Challengers. (Variety) The cast has been looking tired on the PR circuit, but if they hope to land major noms, they’re going to have to keep at this a while. The Academy has a short memory. And you only win by campaigning. I hope they’re ready.

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    We’re getting a fourth Bridget Jones movie. (Vanity Fair) Given the book it’s based on, I’m not surprised Colin Firth hasn’t been cast. I’m not actually opposed to another movie in the series — I’m so easy to please, I loved the third one too — but I don’t really want anything to do with the plot at hand so I might not see it.

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    The Film Stage: Don Hertzfeldt and Ari Aster Collaborating on a “Big” Existential Horror Animation

    Can’t wait to see anuses bleeding on the big screen!

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    Did you know many Renaissance portraits were multi-sided? (Smithsonian Magazine) I didn’t. These are actually a whole lot more interesting to me with the additional painting as context, as ambiguous as the context may seem out of its time.

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    Jonathon Majors has to do court-ordered domestic violence therapy rather than jail time. (Variety) My initial reaction was vengefully negative, but I sat with that a minute and realized…this is probably the most constructive sentencing. DV-specific therapy could actually change his behavior profoundly. And I am broadly anti-prison, but that means I need to also apply that philosophy to things that specifically revolt me, like DV. So yeah, this sounds right.

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    Quartz talks about “automation innovations” that were actually humans in disguise — what we call Mechanical Turks.

    The Mechanical Turk refers to a fraudulent chess-playing machine from the year 1770. It appeared to be an automated machine that could play a competitive chess match against any human. The machine was touted around the world for decades, amazing crowds as the first-ever automaton. However, it was later revealed to be an elaborate hoax, where a master chess player was hiding inside the machine.

    Even if the current AI movement isn’t operated by such Mechanical Turks, we do know that a lot of low-paid labor was employed in labeling data for use by algorithms, so there is some element of that at hand. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn there’s more human labor involved than we realize.

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    We’ve found more frescoes in Pompeii! (WaPo)

    The paintings recently discovered included references to figures from the legendary Trojan War between the early Greeks and the people of Troy in Western Anatolia around the 12th or 13th century B.C., which is featured in ancient Greek works such as the Iliad and Homer’s Odyssey, as well as Roman literature.

    The recently discovered artworks include a depiction of the Greek legendary figures Helen of Troy and Paris, the son of the Trojan king who is identified in an inscription by his Greek name, Alexandros. The images also show Cassandra, a figure from Greek mythology who could predict the future, and the god Apollo, who cursed her and left her unable to prevent the capture of Troy.

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    Smithsonian Mag shared letters from a twenty-something in 18th century London, giving us a lil glimpse of his life.

    In his handwritten letters, Browne described his new job training as a clerk to a lawyer, Richard Rowlandson. He complained about working long hours, copying legal documents from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. In one letter, he expressed frustration with his father’s decision to apprentice him to his employer for five years, rather than a shorter training period. “I have Lost the prime of my Youth,” he wrote.

    Often, he asked his family for help, and “his concerns were not so different from those of today’s young people,” writes the Guardian’s Harriet Sherwood. “Mainly: Please send money, everything is so expensive.”

    Browne wrote that he needed money to pay rent—and to purchase stockings, breeches, wigs and other items he deemed necessary for his life in London. “Cloaths which [I] have now are but mean in Comparison [with] what they wear here,” he wrote in one letter.

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    Movie Review: Little Shop of Horrors (Director’s Cut) – 1986 ****

    In Little Shop of Horrors, a very poor man discovers he can have all the success in the world if only he murders people to feed a talking plant their blood. Did someone say “capitalism will eat you alive”? Alan Menken did!

    I grew up watching the Theatrical Cut of Little Shop of Horrors. It was one of my favorite movies on tape as a kid! I watched it so much, I think I wore out the VHS. Like, it would get all fuzzy and weird when I watched the parts I kept rewinding and revisiting. I’m still not sure why I loved it so much as a child, but there is something deeply endearing about the giant murderous plant, and putting the plant-puppet to music was my catnip.

    This means I had only seen the version with the happy ending. It’s not the version the director wanted, but test audiences *loathed* his original ending, and the movie wasn’t going to get released unless they scrubbed it. So in the Theatrical Cut, Seymour electrocutes Audrey II. He escapes to the suburbs with Audrey I. You get a glimpse of little Audrey II flowers at the end, but it feels like more of a cute wink-nudge than a threat of more plant murder.

    Even in this version, Little Shop of Horrors is an outstanding movie. The songs, performances, and set are wonderful. As an adult, I’m just as obsessed with the many puppets that portray Audrey II. Apparently it took sixty people to operate the big version, and you get the most amazing sense of majesty from it. Steve Martin vs Bill Murray is like “When Sado met Masochist” — a real romcom.

    With the Theatrical Cut, it remains a tale of deep poverty and the lie of the American Dream. Seymour begins with small, painful sacrifices to earn his commercial success — bleeding himself into the mouth of the plant — and then moves onto acceptable horror by feeding Audrey’s abusive boyfriend to the plant. But the plant is never satiated. It never stops growing. It always remains hungry. Letting the heroes escape alive isn’t necessarily unrealistic, but it’s such a softball.

    The Director’s Cut is truer to the theme. Audrey II lures Audrey I to the shop, fatally wounds her, and devours her body. Then it humiliates and devours Seymour despite his best attempts to kill it. I had heard that these things happened in the Director’s Cut. It was still shocking enough to watch for the first time — like I said, I’ve seen this at least twenty times, and the ending was happy! What a divine sensation, watching a new version of a movie I know so well.

    The plant goes on to eat the whole country. Probably the whole planet. You get a lot of amazing shots of giant Audrey II plants terrorizing New York City — think people running away from Godzilla screaming. The Greek chorus emphasizes that we got here because everyone was greedy for power and willing to feed their plants blood. And in the end, we see one of the plants clutching the Statue of Liberty, cackling because bazookas do nothing to kill it.

    I completely understand why everyone hated that ending. It was *dark*. But oh my God, I’m obsessed. It was hilarious for one. They played it up like a 50s monster movie, so it’s not exactly scary by modern standards. Watching the many ways the plant destroys things and eats people is a joy, especially because they laugh through the whole thing. The evil puppets are so great! I’m just so happy for them!

    And at this point, it’s pretty obvious that capitalism really does work like that. It really will just eat everybody. It’s so blunt, without a whit of subtlety. But does anyone go see a horror comedy satire musical hoping for subtlety? Or do you go because you wanna see giant alien plants murdering the planet?

    Personally, I think this version is so much better, and I’m delighted they remastered/completed the Director’s Cut for release. It takes the movie from “haha I loved that” to “OMG AMAZING.” I was downright giddy watching it. Let’s say that the Theatrical Cut is 5/5, but Director’s Cut is 11/10.

  • Rutger Hauer and Matthew Broderick riding a horse in Ladyhawke. image credit: Warner Bros
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    Movie Review: LADYHAWKE (1985) *****

    Everyone wanted to possess Isabeau d’Angou, daughter of the Comte. Her unearthly beauty captured the hearts of everyone who saw her, whether man or priest, and the Bishop of Aquila became obsessed with her. Yet the one man Isabeau wanted herself was Etienne Navarre, the handsome captain of the guard in Aquila. Isabeau and Etienne could have known such happiness if not for the bitter rage of the Bishop, who called upon the power of the Devil himself to curse the lovers: if the Bishop could not possess this woman, then nobody could, and damned be his immortal soul.

    Once the curse befell them, Isabeau became a hawk by day, while Etienne became a ferocious black wolf by night. The two could always be together. But never as humans. Never at the same time. Navarre was truly forced to possess Isabeau as a man possesses a hawk, carrying her on his gloved arm with her face blindfolded and her legs in jesses. It’s easy to imagine they began their journey together with hope of finding salvation, but hope waned as it became obvious the Bishop of Aquila was untouchable.

    And then came Mouse — Phillippe Gaston — a young thief who distinguishes himself as the only criminal to ever escape the dungeons of Aquila.

    And also came some incredibly rad synth music.

    And a convenient total solar eclipse.

    The 1980s were a great time for fantasy movies. I could spend a long time listing them, but I’ll stick to my personal favorites: Legend, starring Tom “Babylegs” Cruise, and Labyrinth, starring David Bowie’s package. We also got The Princess Bride (flawless), The Neverending Story (traumatic), The Last Unicorn (divine), and so many more.

    Amid its stylized brethren, LADYHAWKE stands out as a fairly grounded medieval fantasy story. You don’t get colorful puppets. There’s no amazing soliloquies from Tim Curry about unicorns. Instead of sets, they filmed in a couple of old castles and a lot of sweeping fields. The costumes, while anachronistic, are kept simple, focusing the visuals entirely on the performances of actors who aren’t exactly chewing scenery.

    In fact, if the soundtrack weren’t completely out of place, I think Ladyhawke would be broadly better regarded. I love the synth score, personally. But you can’t tell me it wouldn’t age better for the general public if they’d stuck to something classically orchestral.

    The real highlight of Ladyhawke, for me, is how deeply romantic it is. Watching Navarre clutch Isabeau’s dress as night falls, savoring the scent of a woman he hasn’t seen in two years, is just as heartbreaking as his anguish when he watches the hawk struck by an arrow. He must always put Isabeau’s needs before his own, even if that means surrendering his wounded lover to another man so that he can carry her to be healed.

    Of course, ACAB means Navarre. He’s a former guard (let’s say medieval cops), and in a previous life, he would have been one of the hairy dudes hunting down poor little Mouse. His family history involves the Crusades. Yikes. But Navarre got his butt kicked by the Church, so he’s semi-reformed.

    This reformation is shown with a stark palette: Navarre dresses in voluminous black capes while wielding his crucifix-like sword on the back of a black horse (named Goliath!). Meanwhile, agents of the Church are dressed largely in white, riding white horses. The Bishop of Aquila is pictured in lavish white gowns, entertained by sultry young women, while lamenting the poor commoners can’t be taxed when they have nothing. When Navarre arrives at the climax to fight against the Church, he has become the Hand of God, and it’s a stark contrast to the villains he fights.

    There is no cooler aesthetic than Navarre with his huge-ass crossbow and sword mounted on his muscular destrier, hawk clutching his glove. None. I mean, this is the goddamn Bladerunner, and he’s a freakin knight. It’s so cool I’m in pain.

    Isabeau looks pretty great in Navarre’s cloak, though. She’s dressed more neutrally in grays. Her hair is cut short and appropriately feathered, giving her the look of a noble daughter on the lam. I’ve spent my entire life thinking Michelle Pfeiffer is the most beautiful woman on the planet, and her performance as Isabeau is the main reason why.

    Philippe “The Twink” Gaston is adorably portrayed by Matthew Broderick at peak fame. It’s sorta like having an especially mousy Ferris Bueller running around medieval France, except he totally lacks the raw charisma…or the brain cells.

    Mouse is actually kind of the main character, serving multiple narrative functions. His humble origin as a scrappy little thief who knows nothing about the curse makes him a good viewer avatar. But his main relationship is with God, meaning he also offers stark contrast to the Bishop of Aquila, just not with colors. (Appropriately, Mouse wears brown.) Mouse is way too foolish to survive everything he survives.

    But he is devoted to God, and God clearly likes the kid. God’s probably the one who tosses Mouse in front of Navarre. It’s Mouse who most earnestly seeks God’s approval — not the Bishop who sold his soul, and not even the priest Imperius, who’s constantly drunk and lazing around. And so it’s Mouse who is most truly blessed.

    It’s so mythic, having the good-hearted lil thief be the holy one who needs to light a path for Navarre and Isabeau’s salvation. He bears Navarre’s sword until it’s time to skewer the Bishop of Aquila in the most majestic of fashions. And by lying his butt off to Navarre and Isabeau separately, he keeps their spirits high enough to fight through the end of the curse.

    I really couldn’t offer any genuine criticism for this movie. Is it a little too grounded? Maybe a little slow? Maybe some of the characters’ actions are a wee bit nonsensical at times? I have no idea. I’ve watched this movie a couple times a year for my entire life, no joke, and I think I’ve spent my entire life trying to write something as grandly mythic and shatteringly romantic as this.

    Ladyhawke was made by a skilled filmmaker whose effects never get real special, which is smart, given the budgetary and technological limitations of the time. The simple framing, grading, and lighting makes it feel vividly real, as anachronistic as the choices are. It’s not nearly as much of a kids’ movie (or even a family movie) as its contemporaries in 80s fantasy films.

    If you haven’t revisited this one in a while, I urge you to go back. I think it must not be very popular because I haven’t seen a remastered version. The copy I got off Amazon is janky. Let’s not let Ladyhawke fade into memory, though. This one is worth keeping around.

    (image credit: Warner Bros.)