Hotel Aphrodite

We saw a farce at Prop Thtr called Hotel Aphrodite.

"The Chateau Amantius is an erotic therapeutic retreat run by famed sex therapist Linda Knudson (Allison Cain), catering to every possible need an adventurous couple may have."

So here's the odd thing, which you might already have noticed. The play's name is Hotel Aphrodite, but the name of the hotel is actually Chateau Amantius.

So I just have to shout:
what was that about?

I P

Some say iambic is the normal beat, 

Of English speakers - underneath it's lurking! 

And making sure that each line has five feet, 

Is not so hard - just keep your fingers working,

And count it out while speaking. It's a knack,

But with some practice, it begins to seem

Not so much of a verbal heart attack,

But more a calm and smoothly flowing stream.

Menacing

Man charged with a felony for menacing 2 deputies...

"The Grand Junction Daily Sentinel reports 27-year-old Nathan Rolf Channing, of Fruitvale, was arrested Sunday."

He's a wild desperado
from Fruitvale, Colorado!

He wore no red bandana,
but brandished a banana.

"According to an arrest affidavit, Mesa County deputies Joshua Bunch and Donald Love said they feared for their lives even though they saw that the object was yellow.,Bunch wrote in the affidavit that he has seen handguns in many shapes and colors."

Oh, sure. Most of the big pistol manufacturers have imitation-banana models. Of course they do.

Toy Gun Panic

I see where some cop in Cleveland killed a 12 year old black kid who was waving around a toy plastic-pellet gun.

And earlier this year, also in Ohio, cops killed a 22 year old black man who was walking around a WalMart with a toy gun.

I don't remember this sort of story from my youth - my youth when most of us boys were running around outside playing cops and robbers with toy guns. Of course, when toy guns were more common - extremely common - maybe the real cops were less likely to assume that toy guns are real.

Both cases involved someone making a 911 call. In both cases the responding officers were given incomplete or incorrect information. Did you ever play that "telephone game" where people whisper in each other's ears, passing a message along, and the message gets completely scrambled? I wonder if we would be better off letting the responding officers hear a recording of the actual 911 call.

Drop that replica gun
or your days are done!

Sound Advice

Tracinski advises the media on how not to screw up the next Ferguson, because they certainly misreported this one.

He covers 5 main points:

1. It’s not a story until there are facts (and claims aren’t facts).
2. Forensics is a science.
3. People are individuals, not symbols.
4. Legal procedures and privileges exist for a reason.
5. You are not the story.

Perhaps because I work in a technical field, I was especially struck by his comments on point 2:

"These days everybody loves talking about how they love science. Actually loving science is quite another thing... [T]he real, hard, verifiable facts about a shooting begin with the forensics. They begin with the ballistics, the autopsy, and the physical evidence from the scene... If the media had waited for these actual, verifiable facts to come out, they might have dropped the whole story before it became a national sensation. Because science."

The reporting proceeded in defiance
of science.

Time Flies

Somehow it's hard to believe,
but now it's officially Black Friday's Eve!

Destructive

I have watched the outcomes since the sixties, and it has become clear to me:

Burning down local stores
because you're mad about race
is cutting off your nose
to spite your face.

Behavioral Political Economy

The "Grumpy Economist" remarks:

"I have long been puzzled at the high correlation between behavioral economics and interventionism."

He goes on in some detail. I think there's a lot to what he says.

If people are predictably dumb,
do not expect a solution to come,
from other people we've put in charge;
their errors tend to be just as large.

Phlebotomy Followup

I got an email today saying my pint of blood, which I donated on Veteran's Day, had headed off to the hospital. What was my blood doing in the mean time? Getting tested, and just chilling, I suppose. They never emailed me about this before. I found I liked it. I wonder if they're going to tell me when someone gets it? Probably not. What would it be like to know exactly where my blood would go and in whose veins it now might flow?

I For One Welcome Our Silicon Overlords

The Wall St. Journal has a feature story:

Automation Makes Us Dumb

It's the end of the world as we used to know it.
(This post generated by Automated Poet.)

Backward Facing Dog

I went to yoga with my pants on backwards.
I would say more, but by some chance I lack words.

Only 1 in 10

I'm not sure what to think:

"...about 29 percent of the population meets the definition for excessive drinking, but 90 percent of them do not meet the definition of alcoholism."

It's the kind of study I take with a grain of salt or a shot of whiskey. "Excessive drinking" and "alcohol dependence" both strike me as concepts that are fuzzy around the edges.

This may require revision,
but 85.7 percent of statistics are stated with misleading precision.

I do like this official slogan, mostly because it rhymes:

“Stop drinking while you’re still thinking.”

Reductionism in Art

"Why Art Became Ugly" turned 10 years old a couple of months ago. I revisited this essay today, and was struck by how neatly the author describes a certain aspect of modern art, which he calls reductionism:

"If we are uncomfortable with the idea that art or any discipline can tell us the truth about external, objective reality, then we will retreat from any sort of content and focus solely on art's uniqueness. And if we are concerned with what is unique in art, then each artistic medium is different. For example, what distinguishes painting from literature? Literature tells stories—so painting should not pretend to be literature; instead it should focus on its own uniqueness. The truth about painting is that it is a two-dimensional surface with paint on it. So instead of telling stories, the reductionist movement in painting asserts, to find the truth of painting painters must deliberately eliminate whatever can be eliminated from painting and see what survives. Then we will know the essence of painting."

Instead of inspiration or merriment,
art becomes a failed experiment.

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

I'm in favor of some kind of legalization of these illegals who came to live here peaceably. But putting that aside, I don't think unilateral executive action is the way to implement that. Didn't he previously say he couldn't do that, because he wasn't king or something?

Putting that aside too, I'm not sure what to make of this:

"The White House is exasperated with the major broadcast networks – ABC, CBS and NBC -- for skipping out on President Barack Obama’s Thursday primetime address on his executive actions on immigration."

Are they trying to protect their ratings?
Do people now find him too grating?

Brr

Really, I would have preferred
warming to what has occurred.

Trying to Forget Him

You might think that associating yourself with an MIT economist would be a safe choice.

Video unearthed by the conservative Washington Free Beacon Monday showed Obama praising Jonathan Gruber and other liberal policy experts as some of the "brightest minds" in academia. "Many of them I have stolen ideas from liberally, people ranging from [economist] Robert Gordon to [economist] Austan Goolsbee [to] Jon Gruber," Obama said in the clip.

Be careful whose ideas you steal.
When they come clean, it all gets real.

UPDATE:
I see that a U. of Chicago professor of international relations wrote in this morning's Tribune:

"The Gruber videos are devastating because they say flatly that the deception was premeditated and was used self-consciously to pass the law. The professor goes further and says the law would have been defeated if its central provisions had been known to voters."

Gruber, Gruber, grim and glum,
who was it that you said was dumb?

Woman of the Year

In this morning's Tribune, there's a splashy story about some "Woman of the Year" gala put on by Glamour magazine. The first fresh face pictured is Chelsea Clinton.

Here's an NY Times story about it: Chelsea Clinton and Lupita Nyong’o Honored at the Glamour Women of the Year Gala. I do not intend to read this story.

My first thought was that it was part of the Hillary Clinton campaign for the presidency. But she wasn't Glamourous enough or something. Or including Hillary herself would have been too openly political, but including Chelsea was just political enough?

Here's a conservative guy over at National Review complaining about it: Now Chelsea Clinton is in the public spotlight and we’re being instructed to think of her as extraordinary, without any good answers about what she’s done, or what she would have done, without her father’s name or her mother’s influence.

Well, she's got a lot of power and money behind her. What's not clear to me is whether she's really got any personal drive in the political realm, or whether she's just being pushed along at this point.

This article in Glamour
looks like artificial clamor
based on media loyalty
to something less than royalty.

Hark

When you are uber,
as uber as Gruber,
you sometimes can make
the trifling mistake
of speaking too clearly
and then you pay dearly.

He may be vaguely hateful,
but I for one am grateful
that he has decided to teach
with intemperate speech.

Why I Didn't Post Yesterday

Because Thursday
turned into blursday.

The Night Alive

Tonight I went to see The Night Alive, by Conor MacPherson, at the Steppenwolf. MacPherson is a contemporary Irish playwright with an American following.

I had a very enjoyable time, because I liked the Dublin characters, and the lively dialogue, and the strong dramatic situations. But the plot's a bit meandering and ends with a sort of mystical ambiguity, and the characters are sympathetic but not particularly admirable, so be forewarned!

A friend, who recommended the play to me, said that the playwright's voice reminded him of my own. So I feel flattered.

The story's about a middle-aged guy who rescues a young lady from a beating from her ex-boyfriend.

My favorite performance was that sociopathic ex-boyfriend. Great sense of menace when we finally meet him. Which makes his receiving of his just deserts all the more satisfying.

Who will contrive
to make it it through
the night alive?