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Ad Astra

What year does Ad Astra take place? While the beginning of the movie merely states it’s “the near future” there are some clues which date it precisely.

The first clue is the date displayed on McBride’s screen: it is Thursday the 3rd.

After his briefing and being told he will be sent to the Moon and then onto Mars, we get a scene where McBride is boarding the rocket to the Moon and we see the Virgin Atlantic departure screen. The date is now 29 May. This clues us into the fact that calendar displayed before was May.

But in between these scenes we see McBride walking down a hallway lined with the CVs of famous astronauts.

The camera zooms in and shows us the CV of McBride’s father, and here, we get a birth date.

If we zoom in, we see a birthday of September 15 (Tommy Lee Jones’ actual birthday) and a year that looks like 2032. (However, the descender on the 5 makes me also question whether the second descender is also a 5, but it looks this typeface uses descenders for the 5s and the 3s).

Ad Astra was filmed in between Aug and October 2017, during the time when Tommy Lee Jones turned 71.

2032+71 = 2103

If we check May 2103 we see that it begins on Tuesday, just like the calendar we saw at the beginning.

The Analogy of the Whale

Whales are intelligent mammals that spend their entire lives floating in the ocean. Yet they need to breath so they are continually in contact with the boundary between the water and the air.

Occasionally they breech and launch themselves out of the water before falling back down into it.

Whales have minds, and they communicate to one another. Their natural sonar allows them to not only communicate over vast distances, but allow them to “see”. The nature of sound means that they can likely perceive through things – so that if we found ourselves swimming with a whale, we would be as transparent to them as a jelly-fish is to us.

So whales know about humans and glimpse sunlight, they breath air, and they jump into it while feeding. While a beached whale has an experience of gravity, it can never know what it is like to jump on land as we do. Further, we could never explain to it that it’s not only possible to jump so high that you can see the entire world as a ball, but that you can jump all the way to the Moon. These are realties that we understand as beings occupying this slice of reality, at this point in Time (a century after the development of flight, and over fifty years since the Moon landings). Our human minds are flexible enough to comprehend the dimensions that exist between the depths of the ocean and the heights of outer space.

In the sense that we are ground-based, we are back-and-forth two-dimensional creatures. It is only in the past century that we have been able to be three-dimensional and fly like birds and navigate the oceans with submarines like whales.

Whales swim, we walk, and birds fly. We are in between both.

Just as whales glimpse something of air, sunlight, and the shoreline, we glimpse something beyond our experience. Through both mysticism and hallucinogens throughout the ages, we glimpse a dimension that we do not fully understand, nor are we constitutionally capable. Just as a whale isn’t constitutionally capable of understand the Moon landing.

Just as whales spends their lives at the sky and ocean boundary, we too spend our lives at the boundary between earth and sky; while the whale glimpses land, we glimpse Divinity.

Traditionally we have used the language of light to understand this: our minds are illuminated by the sunlight of God. Our illuminated minds understand the range of dimensions between the depths of the oceans out to Outer Space toward the Big Bang and the greater structure of the Universe. We’ve built his understanding from speech and math.

While we cannot walk in the Divine any more than a whale could walk in our cities, we are both animals breeching into a metaphorical Heaven.

Hello world!

I used to have a blog and then I took it offline.

Welcome back.

I archived the previous blog, and I may upload some of the better stuff that was there onto here, but for the time being, I want to start fresh.

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Hmmmm

Interesting that in 2011, a “lost” Leonardo da Vinci painting is “found” and that in 2012, a “lost” work of Johannes Brahms shows up.

Star Trek nerds will get this.


Fixing a Lightbox issue

I ran into a problem using Lightbox plugins on my blogs. I’m currently running modified versions of the Constellation Theme, which is full of HTML 5 goodness and styled to re-flow according to screensize (ie is mobile adaptable).

No matter what Lightbox plugin I’d been using since upgrading WordPress to the latest version (3.3), the overlay was showing a margin and an offset as exemplified below:

This is because of the way the overlay is codded to effect the < body > tag. Constellation styles the < HTML > tag in ways usually reserved for < body > so by making a change to the Lightbox Javascript file, one can correct this behavior.

In this case, I’m using Ulf Benjaminsson’s wp-jquery-lightbox plugin.

=== Fix ===

1. In `wp-content/plugins/wp-jquery-lightbox/jquery.lightbox.min.js`

2. search for “body”, and it’s found twice as a string in code like the following:

1) ....;a("body").append ....
2) ....;a("body").append ....

which correspond to lines 67 and 71 in the non-minified file.

Change these to HTML:

1) 1) ....;a("html").append ....
2) ....;a("html").append ....

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17 9 5 5
9 4 18 2
3 20 11 2

White-out & ink on a Cadbury wrapper.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Using Google’s new Ngram viewer to plot the popularity of the Renaissance artists: Leonardo da Vinci, Michelangelo, Raphael and Donatello.


Overview 1450-2008


Overview of the 20th Century 1990-2008

What surprised me is the immense popularity of Raphael for most of the past five hundred years, which only really declined a century ago between 1900 and 1920. Michelangelo get a spike in popularity in the late 1950s for some reason, whereas Leonardo is enjoys a steady-state of interest.

Having been interested in Leonardo for twenty years, I would have thought there would have been more spikiness to his line: the discovery of his lost Madrid Codices seems to have caused a spike in popularity and publishing in the 1970s, mirrored by the past decade’s spike due to Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code.

Of course, if I turn off the smoothing, the graph immediately gets a lot spikier. Here is the overview for the past five hundred years:


‘Leonardo da Vinci’ plotted over 1500-2008

Leonardo clearly enjoyed the majority of his fame in the 18th Century

And here is the 20th Century:


‘Leonardo da Vinci’ 1900-2008

Which shows that despite my intuition, Da Vinci’s popularity declined between 1960 and 1980, and there was no real spike in the past ten years.

My time using Chrome

I stopped using Firefox last year, when I began using Chrome (through the development version Chromium) in September 2009. As it underwent rapid development versions on the Mac, I updated frequently and I began to taking periodic version snapshots until January of this year, shortly before Chrome went official for Mac.

2009-10-06 1:52pm

Chrome = 4.0.220.1
Chromium = 4.0.221.5 (27975)

2009-10-15 9:06pm

Chrome = 4.0.222.5
Chromium = 4.0.223.1 (29225)

2009-10-23 11:43am

Chrome = 4.0223.8
Chrome = 4.0223.11 (8:56pm)
Chromium = 4.0224.3 (29892)

2009-11-15 1:48pm

Chrome = 4.0.254.0
Chromium = 4.0.249.0 (32026)

2009-11-24 8:58pm

Chrome = 4.0.249.12
Chromium = 4.0.257.0 (32997)

2009-12-20 10:31pm

Chrome = 4.0.249.43
Chromium = 4.0.277.0 (35069)

2010-01-06 7:11pm

Chrome = 4.0.249.49
Chromium = 4.0.288.0 (35431)

2010-01-14 8:29pm

Chrome = 4.0.249.49 (35163)
Chromium = 4.0.299.0 (36242)

2010-01-24 10:37pm

Chrome = 4.0.249.49 (35163)
Chromium = 4.0.306.0 (36978)

2010-11-28 1:18pm

Chrome = 7.0.517.44
Chromium = 6.0.443.0 (50319)

2140s

In the late 2140s, people have a thing about masks. More later.

What does this mean?

When I first read this I thought it was a nice way of pointing out the dangers of an aristocracy – the exact thing the 18th Century Enlightenment thinkers made their reputation attacking. At that time, the awfulness of society was seen in part to be the result of the establishment being ill-educated and having been merely born into their positions of power.

I read this as saying:

The best argument exemplifying of an elitist-aristocracy is ‘you shouldn’t have to know something in order to be in charge of it’

or perhaps

By their example, “in favour of this” they show the limitations of thinking that people shouldn’t need to know something in order to run it.

But then again, is it a defence of elitism? His Goldsbie actually saying:

“The best argument for an elitist society is the example of those people who think they can run things without knowing anything about it. We should have an educated elite who know what they are doing.”

Je ne sais pas.

Santiago Sierra

Santiago Sierra and the Art World Politics of Rejection | Selby Drummond

It’s hard to imagine, given these parameters, a country from which Sierra would accept an award. And, with this in mind, even harder not to conclude that Spain virtually volunteered itself to go like a lamb to the slaughter. Conflating notions of artistic gesture and political protest, Sierra’s work has pretty much been sending Spain this same rejection letter since, like, 1999, in so many words. The artist has paid Chechen refugees minimum wage to remain hidden inside cardboard boxes in a gallery for long stretches (2000), Iraqi immigrants to stand docile while he sprays them with insulation foam (2004), prostitutes [whom he paid in heroin] for the privilege of publicly tattooing their backs (2000), and African immigrants to dye their hair blonde (2001). Sierra uses money to buy people and subject them to degradation and abuse at so low a price that the audience is forced to wonder if endemic government failure hasn’t flat-out subsidized the transaction, let alone created the conditions for its occurrence. Taking a page from the terrorist strategy book, Sierra makes a gratuitous show of ethical violence in order to mirror and expose its proliferation in what we might call “society.” And the show goes on because of, as Sierra says in his letter, “the freedom… art has given me… which I am not willing to resign.”

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[Monday] May 14 [1934]

Dear Mother and Dad,

The new cookies are fine, even though not as good as old standby. So is the bread. You’ll only have one more lot to send this year, that is if you want to.

Last week was much cooler again and there hasn’t been any more swimming since I wrote you. We are also mowing lawn here, though I don’t have to mow as much as I would if I were home.

I’m sorry to hear the old car is acting up, though apparently this wasn’t anything serious. When my license renewal blank comes I wish you would send it here (or if it doesn’t come, send the old stub and I’ll get a blank.) I can fill it out an have the license sent home again.

This week we took all day trip in Farm Management. We went through Geneva and saw the Agricultural Experiment Station, then north to Lake Ontario, stopping to see three farms on the way. It was the first time I had seen the lake and it is quite like the bay at home. Of course, you can’t see the other side, and it is not as blue as the bay.

Two of the farms are in the fruit belt along the lake, and are little more than big orchards. The cherries were in blossom and the apples were just ready to come out. The trees there don’t seem to be much hurt by the winter cold.

This weekend several hundred high school boys who expect to come to Cornell soon were up to visit the place. It is a new thing this year, called Cornell Day, and seemed to go off pretty well. Two boys stayed here in the house and seemed to enjoy themselves.

Did you see any of the dust cloud the papers were talking about over New York? It must have missed us. It is pretty dry even here, though.

Friday night George and I walked down to see George Arliss in “The House of Rothschild.” It was one the best I have seen him in.

Saturday night there was an electrical exhibition in the Electrical Engineering College. They had artificial lightning, power line connections and generators, teletype, telegraph, telephone, radio, and a lot of other exhibits, all very interesting. They advertised it by a loudspeaker hung out the window. You could hear it easily a quarter of a mile away, but it was very distinct also. There was also a track meet Saturday, in which we beat Penn. very easily, so that it wasn’t very interesting.

It’s warmer now – maybe there will be swimming this afternoon.

Love,

Orville

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The House of Rothschild, from Archive.org:

His name is Pantalone (not Pants) & I’ll vote for him.

I’m not sure if this is a problem of social myopia (birds of a feather flocking together) but it seems I both keep hearing & reading that people want to vote for Joe Pantalone but feel that’s it’s a wasted vote. (I myself expressed as much in my last blog posting a week ago). Thus, everyone who’d like to vote for him is now of the mind to vote strategically. I write this because I’m now under the impression that maybe there’s a silent majority of people out there who favor him but who are being frightened into voting for his rivals.

It doesn’t help that the Globe and Mail “guardedly” endorses Smitherman while only mentioning Pantalone once in it’s 800word endorsement. The context is notable:

Mr. Fords […] is an instinctual person, lacking in analysis, and his plans have gaps and inconsistencies. His propensity to impetuous words and deeds could be embarrassing and possibly harmful to Toronto. Nonetheless, the surge in support for a man with these characteristics, in a sophisticated, cosmopolitan city, amounts to an extraordinary indictment of the status quo. It is a phenomenon that all Toronto’s politicians must take seriously; Mr. Smitherman has already repositioned himself, shifting on the ideological spectrum from where he probably would like to be. Where Mr. Ford is unrealistic, Mr. Smitherman is vague. The risk in supporting Mr. Ford is what he might do as mayor, the risk in supporting Mr. Smitherman is what he might not do. The latter of the two has failed to articulate a vision or a strategy of his own, and he could easily end up as a second David Miller – what Joe Pantalone, the third candidate, openly promises to be.

I resent the idea that I need to fear either rival, and that I should vote for Smitherman for any reason not of my choosing. I resent the media casting this (and thus skewing the pole results) as a two-person race. I resent the blackmail that a vote for Pantalone is an indirect vote for someone who is “potentially embarrassing and harmful”.

I’m going to vote for Pantalone. If Ford wins, at least we’ll have a shake-up of the status quo. If Smitherman wins, well, at least he’s not Ford. If Pantalone wins, well, at least we might finally get bike lanes and continued marginal improvements in TTC outpaced by increased fares.

Why my vote for Rob Ford would be an anti-Ford vote

For those not in Toronto: In the latest Toronto mayoralty-election news, Rocco Rossi dropped out last night, October 13th, leaving it (as the papers would have it) a contest between Rob Ford and George Smitherman. Rob Ford is considered to be an oaf, and George Smitherman was once deputy-premier of the province. Neglected from this assessment is the presence of Joe Pantalone, who quipped in a recent debate, to Smitherman, “the mayoralty is not a consolation prize for failing to become premier”

Officially, there are 40 people running for Mayor with two officially withdrawn. With the exception of the above named, the remaining 35 are considered unserious novelty candidates. Joe Pantalone has been deputy mayor under departing David Miller, and is running on his legacy.

My Facebook feed is representatives of his fan base: numerous calls stating Toronto needs pants and the like. Pants pants pants. Along with William Gibson’s latest novel, ‘tis the season for pants.

Pantalone has become the traditional NDP third party candidate who won’t and can’t win. He’s polling (Oct 13 Globe & Mail) at 11%, which is traditional NDP territory. He’ll drain votes away from the anti-Ford Smitherman and Ford will be Mayor.

However, according to the same poll, Smitherman is up 1% against Ford at 31% to 30%. Pantalone supporters – this is a given – would never vote for Ford, thus if their vote went to Smitherman, he’d win by a hefty margin: 42% against 30%.

Needless to say, our democracy is a sham, sense these numbers don’t even cross over 50%.

It’s interesting how this vote is being framed by the media as a contest between Smitherman and Ford, continually neglecting Pantalone. By keeping that narrative alive, the illusion of a contest between S&F can be maintained. The media is itself a type of conservative, conserving the narratives it has on hand; their familiarity with Smitherman as an Ontario cabinet minister means he is given favorable attention despite his admitted past-addiction to “party drugs” (coke?) and his inept handling of the eHealth portfolio, in which $1,000,000,000 dollars went missing.

I’ve only voted Conservative once in my life, during my first Federal election in 1993. At that time, I was naive enough to vote C merely because I liked the fact that we had a female Prime Minister in Kim Campbell. She famously lost to Jean Chretien, and Chretien went on to govern for ten years. In those interim elections, I began to vote for the NDP, a trend which continued right up to the last election.

Given that I have never voted for the party or candidate who ends up winning, I’m considering using this juju against Rob Ford by voting for him. My vote for Ford would thus be an anti-Ford vote.

If I voted my conscience and for the candidate who mostly represents my views, I’d join my Facebook peers and vote for Joe Pantalone, thus guaranteeing he won’t win.

An 18th Century Staple

Three weeks ago I bought a packet of receipts dated to April 1799 at a flew market. They were held together by what we’d call a finishing nail.

Henry VIII’s armour

I don’t usually do the tourist pose, but in this case I indulged. Partially because before seeing this at the Met at the end of June, I’d been watching David Starkey’s Henry: Mind of a Tyrant on TVO (which is available on iTunes). Seeing the armour made the history and the man (especially his kingly size) tangible.>

Nobody Can Ever Question

Alberta’s culture minister says:

“I sit here as a government representative for film and television in the province of Alberta and I look at what we produce and if we’re honest with ourselves, why do I produce so much shit? Why do I fund so much crap?,”

and this is a response:

“I was at a loss when I heard the statement – a complete loss and quite surprised and quite taken aback for every producer and content maker in Canada, let alone Alberta,” said CBC Television General Manager Kirstine Stewart, who was in the audience. “Nobody can ever question the quality of what we do here in Canada, creatively or otherwise.”

I take issue with the way this was instinctively (that is, without forethought) phrased:

Nobody can ever question the quality of what we do here in Canada, creatively or otherwise.

I think there’s a genuine problem in Canada when culture is subject to such dictatorial sentiments.  There is certainly a culture of complicity in place, where we are expected to fall in line or be subject to censorship. I think it’s fair to say that Freedom of Expression within this country has been perverted into a freedom of expression in support of the status quo, and within the ideological confines established by Management.

“I was at a loss …” yes of course you were, because someone says something controversial, and instead of laughing, or simply disagreeing, you have to dig in your heels and make Dear Leader statements.

What we do here in Canada is apparently fucking awesome, as the embedded movie trailers below show:

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