Dead Be Not Proud

Friday, November 12th, 2004

Dead Be Not Proud looks at the cultural lessons of zombie movies:

Romero’s unusual treatment of the subject matter, combining the zombie with the mummy and the ghoul, gave the zombie film what it had previously lacked: a threat to the general population. In Night of the Living Dead, it is not just a pretty young female who is threatened, but all of us — in fact, as the movie’s ending makes clear, civilization itself is at stake.

Romero’s film caught the imagination with its symbolism: the plague of zombies tearing a town to bits and eating people alive called to mind the rising disorder and social chaos of late ’60s, early ’70s America. The authorities were stupid and ineffectual, powerless to stop the horror, and people had no clue as to how to respond. Romero’s zombies evoked, on a symbolic level, ordinary people’s fears of being torn to shreds by a rising tide of crime and immorality.

As the title, Shaun of the Dead, suggests, Shaun is for all intents and purposes a zombie, as are most of his friends and associates:

Shaun is a classic underachiever, and it is clearly because there is little in the culture around him to inspire a person to work hard. With a minimum of effort, one can have a comfortable life, if a pointless and dull one, and that is exactly what Shaun has. Ed, who gets by without any job at all other than the occasional marijuana sale, serves as a caricature of Shaun’s aimlessness and a warning of what he could yet become.

But the threat wakes them up:

Shaun of the Dead brings back the stiff-upper-lip, muddling-through, stolid British attitude of years past, without any overload of irony, using humor and excitement to make it palatable and appealing to contemporary audiences.

Libertarianism’s Extreme Makeover

Friday, November 12th, 2004

I didn’t find Libertarianism’s Extreme Makeover particularly moving, but I found this ad concept…decent:

How about this for a commercial?: split screen, red and blue. On the red side you see the words low taxes? security? fiscal responsibility? parental choice in education? On the blue side you see civil liberties? freedom to live my life my way? a woman’s right to choose? The two sides merge into a large, purple screen. The New Libertarian Party? America deserves the best of both.

The article also points to A Field Guide for Effective Communication — which is, in fact, a field guide for effectively communicating “conservative” free-market ideas.

Head Banging Research

Friday, November 12th, 2004

As a kid, I had my bell rung once or twice on the football field. Head Banging Research cites a Sports Illustrated article (premium content) on efforts to study head impact:

The technology used to gather the data is called HITS, for Head Impact Telemetry System, and was developed by a team of engineers at Simbex, a Lebanon, N.H., company that specializes in biofeedback devices. HITS uses six accelerometers — the devices that trigger auto air bags — to measure the exact force, location and direction of each impact during a game. The accelerometers are mounted in a U-shaped pad that fits snugly into a helmet, along with a microprocessor and a radio transmitter. Each time the player’s cranium accelerates due to a tackle or a collision, the acceleration is registered in g’s, and that information is transmitted to a computer by the bench. There the data pops up in graphics that are easy to read even on a hectic sideline. A bar graph indicates the force of the blow, and an arrow points to the exact place of contact on a three-dimensional image of a head. If the impact exceeds a predetermined level — it’s 80 g’s at Virginia Tech — a pager instantly alerts the team doctor, who then knows to monitor the player closely.

Starbucks for Soldiers

Friday, November 12th, 2004

Starbucks for Soldiers cites a Washington Post story on GIs “clamoring for stronger java than that served by Halliburton”:

Never one to miss a brand-development opportunity, Starbucks CEO Jim Donald came to Capitol Hill this week to announce that the Seattle-based coffee giant will donate 50,000 pounds of beans for overseas troops, with distribution handled by the Red Cross.

They’re on a roll:

In related news, Starbucks announced that its profit rose 46 percent from last year.

How It Works…The Computer

Friday, November 12th, 2004

How It Works…The Computer “was published in 1971, and the revised edition was published in 1979.” The whole thing’s online, with plenty of illustrations.

I enjoyed page 6, How Computers Developed, with its illustrations of Pascal’s calculator, Babbage’s punch card, and Hollerith’s card sorter and tabulator.

Georgia Evolution Dispute Embarrasses Some

Friday, November 12th, 2004

From Georgia Evolution Dispute Embarrasses Some:

Earlier this year, science teachers howled when state Schools Superintendent Kathy Cox proposed a new science curriculum that dropped the word “evolution” in favor of “changes over time.”

That plan was quickly dropped, but comic Jimmy Fallon still cracked wise on “Saturday Night Live”: “As a compromise, dinosaurs are now called `Jesus Horses’.”

Brad Bird on the Onion A.V. Club

Thursday, November 11th, 2004

Brad Bird discusses his role as executive consultant on The Simpsons:

Even though our animation was very simplified, our filmmaking was not. James Brooks and Matt Groening and Sam Simon asked me to be a part of it because they liked Family Dog — they liked the fact that it had a live-action sensibility in terms of camera angles and cutting. When I first got into it, the visual language of television animation was very, very rudimentary. There was a standard way of handling things, and that had gotten into the art form itself, to where people were doing this stuff by rote. The rule was, whenever you go to a new location, you do an establishing shot, whenever somebody’s moving, you have a medium shot, and whenever anybody’s talking, you cut to whoever’s talking. It’s all done at eye level. You never have high angles or low angles or anything like that. That’s TV animation; I’m not saying there weren’t great camera angles in Chuck Jones or anything else. But on TV, that’s the way they were doing it.

When I got in there with the storyboard artists, they were approaching things that way because that’s the way they were trained. I said, “No, come on, man! We’re doing a take on The Shining here. Let’s look at how Kubrick uses his camera. His camera always has wide-angle lenses. Oftentimes, the compositions are symmetrical. Let’s do a drawing that simulates a wide-angle lens. They’re deep focus. Let’s push things off and play on that.” At first they were completely bewildered, and very soon they were into it. I said, “Look, we can’t spend a lot of money on elaborate animation, but we can have sophisticated filmmaking.” So I think the show is very visually distinctive.

The Watchdogs of Fallujah

Thursday, November 11th, 2004

Bing West’s The Watchdogs of Fallujah narrates Marine Air Wing unit VMU-1 calling in an airstrike based on the video from their Pioneer drone. It shows insurgents periodically sprinting from a house to a mortar, in the courtyard of a half-completed mosque, dropping a shell in, then running back:

“The house is the first one north of the vacant lot on the northeast corner. Has a dome roof. Wait — it’s where that truck is. Got it?”

A truck had pulled up and five men had walked inside, carrying something in their arms. Three dogs had trotted up.

“Supper time. They’re changing shifts,” Sgt. Roneil Sampson, an imagery analyst, said. “Domino’s delivery.”

“Cleared hot,” Neumann said. Impact was less than a minute away.

Word had spread to the off-duty crew and over two dozen Marines had squeezed into the small op center, murmuring back and forth.

“I like dogs. Get out of there dogs.”

“Stay in there, muj. You’re almost in paradise. Don’t leave now. Don’t leave.”

The courtyard door opened, and a man walked to the truck and slowly drove away.

“Boot muj sent out to get the Coke. Luckiest bastard on the planet.”

Both video screens suddenly flashed bright white, as if a fuse had blown. There was a collective Damn! from the watching Marines. The center of the roof was now a huge black hole.

“That’s a shack,” Neumann said. “Now that’s what I call a shack!”

“I feel sorry for the dogs,” someone shouted.

“Great job, Watchdogs,” Neumann said. “Great job.”

Flap Over Doping Taints Another Group Of Athletes — Pigeons

Thursday, November 11th, 2004

From Flap Over Doping Taints Another Group Of Athletes — Pigeons:

Gifted with uncanny navigation skills, pigeons have been used to carry messages for centuries. In the early 1800s, people in northern France started racing them. Half a century later, pigeon contests took off in Britain and became the poor man’s horse racing. Today the country boasts 50,000 ‘fanciers,’ as pigeon trainers are called, and some three million specially bred racing pigeons.

But a pall has been cast on the venerable sport. In Belgium, where the pastime is also popular, scores of pigeons have tested positive for steroids.

Some amusing trivia:

Pigeons have an impressive ability to find their way home from afar. Scientists believe they use an internal sun clock and an innate ability to read the Earth’s magnetic field to guide themselves. The ancient Egyptians, Greeks and Romans all used pigeons to carry messages. In the 12th century, the Caliph of Baghdad had them deliver mail in one of the world’s first postal services. When Napoleon was defeated at Waterloo in 1815, Count Nathan Rothschild famously received the news from a pigeon long before anyone else in London, and profited by investing in depressed British government bonds.

A Trike with Snob Appeal

Thursday, November 11th, 2004

A Trike with Snob Appeal describes the success of the high-end Kettler tricycle:

At a time when the $20 billion toy industry is struggling amid heavy price discounting, Kettler’s best-selling trike is the Happy Navigator, a model launched earlier this year that boasts a $150 price tag, three times the average trike price. And fans can fork out more than $250 for the trikes, which are backed by a research and development department and a long list of registered patents.

How do you sell a $150 tricycle?

Kettler, which conducts no advertising, says it uses a “cul-de-sac” marketing approach, relying on word-of-mouth on driveways and in playgrounds to build brand awareness.

One factor driving interest in the Kettler is the growth of online commerce, which has helped fuel baby trends beyond boutiques in big coastal cities. Kettler’s trikes once were sold mainly in New York City boutiques and a few catalogs. But lately, Kettler’s Internet sales have been growing at 30% a year, thanks to newer online retailers like www.mytoybox.com. Kettler says it has also benefited indirectly from the recent spate of closings of national toy chains like FAO Schwartz and Imaginarium, boosting business both on Web sites and at independently owned stores.

What makes them so popular?

One reason for the trikes’ popularity is their design. With a low-slung seat set above the back wheels and often equipped with the optional seat belt and push bar, the Kettler allows parents to use it almost like a stroller, giving it a toehold in the high-end stroller market.

Another factor is the company’s ability to keep its trikes fresh by adding new props and options. A few weeks ago, the company informed its retailers that it had just received a patent covering a modification of its steering lock — which allows parents to prevent the handlebars from turning — as well as a feature that limits the turning radius of the tricycle to 45 degrees, which Kettler says helps prevent the trike from tipping over.

The tricycles’ pricing structure bears a closer resemblance to BMW than Babies “R” Us. While the most basic trike retails at $70, Kettlers offer an array of options that often boost the actual price considerably. The deluxe stroller-version push bar with backpack retails for $55, and the seat belt is $16. A foot rest, used for children too small to pedal, is $18. Even the little red bell costs an extra $6. Some Kettlers even allow for additional seats inserted into the tricycle for multiple children, but building the custom stretch-trike costs an additional $55 for each insert.

They also make a pedal-powered car — “so well-known in Germany the word Kettcar appears in the German dictionary.”

The Pregnant Mare’s Lesson

Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

The Pregnant Mare’s Lesson cites an amusing passage from Jerry Avorn’s Powerful Medicines:

In a former British colony healers believed the conventional wisdom that a distillation of fluids extracted from the urine of horses, if dried to a powder and fed to aging women, could act as a general tonic, preserve youth, and ward off a variety of diseases. The preparation become enormously popular throughout the culture, and was used widely by older women in all strata of society. Many years later modern scientific studies revealed that long-term ingestion of the horse-urine extract was useless for most of its intended purposes, and that it caused tumors, blood clots, heart disease, and perhaps brain damage.

OK, that part’s not amusing. But the punchline is (darkly):

The former colony is the United States, the time is now; the drug is the family of hormone replacement products that include Prempro and Premarin (manufactured from pregnant mare’s urine, hence its name.) For decades, estrogen replacement in postmenopausal women was widely believed to have “cardio-protective” properties; other papers in respected medical journals reported that the drugs could treat depression and incontinence, as well as prevent Alzheimer’s disease. The first large, well-conducted, controlled clinical trial of this treatment in women was not published until 1998; it found that estrogen replacement actually increased the rate of heart attacks in the patients studied. Another clinical trial published in 2002 presented further evidence that these products increased the risk of heart disease, stroke and cancer. Further reports a year later found that rather than prevent Alzheimer’s disease, the drugs appeared to double the risk of becoming senile. The studies resulted in a reduction, but not an end, to the long-term use of these products.

As Growth Returns To Pakistan, Hopes Rise on Terror Front

Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

As Growth Returns To Pakistan, Hopes Rise on Terror Front describes how a military coup brought Pakistan fiscal restraint and free trade:

Gen. Musharraf inherited a country on the verge of insolvency when he and a group of senior military officers removed Pakistan Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif from office in a bloodless coup in October 1999. The government was then channeling more than 60% of its revenues into servicing debt, leaving little for public works or social programs. Foreign-exchange reserves had plunged below $400 million, barely enough to finance two weeks of imports. Pakistan found it near impossible to tap global financial markets after Washington slapped economic sanctions on it for its nuclear tests.

Gen. Musharraf moved quickly to recruit some of his country’s top economic minds back from abroad. In addition to Prime Minister Shaukat Aziz, a top Citicorp Inc. executive, Pakistan’s leader also wooed men who had reached senior positions at the World Bank, Asian Development Bank and the International Monetary Fund.

His new economic team quickly resurrected a dormant IMF program by implementing a string of tough fiscal measures, which included slashing subsidies, devaluing the Pakistani currency, and allowing the market to set interest rates. They also sold off state-owned companies and removed a slew of tariff barriers.

‘No democratically elected government could have done this’ because it wouldn’t have been able to take the political heat, says Ishrat Husain, Pakistan’s central bank governor.

Behind a Book on Tape Is a Good Dictionary And a Glass of Water

Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

From Behind a Book on Tape Is a Good Dictionary And a Glass of Water:

Scott Brick sat alone before a music stand in a small recording studio last month, puzzling over the word “fecundated” on the sheet of paper in front of him. Should the accent be on the first or second syllable? “I think it’s safe to say I’ve never spoken this word aloud before,” he said.

Mr. Brick has uttered many uncommon words — “rapine,” “retributive” and “circumvallated” among them — on his way to becoming an invisible star in a growing business: audio books. In his five-year career, the 38-year-old Mr. Brick has narrated about 200 books, including such bestsellers as “The Lion’s Game,” a novel by Nelson DeMille, and “In the Heart of the Sea,” a nonfiction work about a shipwreck, by Nathaniel Philbrick. “He has the kind of voice you don’t grow tired of,” says Scott Matthews, president of Books on Tape, a big audio publisher that uses Mr. Brick more than it does any other narrator. Audio books are now an $800 million business in the U.S.
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Now, Mr. Brick narrates 45 to 60 books a year, earning about $300 per finished hour, about double what other audio narrators make. It takes about four to five hours of recording to make one finished hour. Mr. Brick says he expects to earn about $150,000 this year from his audio work.

Make Mine Shoebox

Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

If you enjoy subversive retro-style animation, you’ll love Chris Harding’s Make Mine Shoebox:

Make Mine Shoebox is an exercise in pushing the limits of how much you can get away with in a corporate video.

It was produced for a well known greeting card corporation to screen at various corporate gatherings and events.

‘I got my kills … I just love my job’

Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

The Telegraph‘s ‘I got my kills … I just love my job’ shares some colorful anecdotes from Fallujah:

‘I got myself a real juicy target,’ shouted Sgt James Anyett, peering through the thermal sight of a Long Range Acquisition System (LRAS) mounted on one of Phantom’s Humvees.

‘Prepare to copy that 89089226. Direction 202 degrees. Range 950 metres. I got five motherf****** in a building with weapons.’

Capt Kirk Mayfield, commander of the Phantoms, called for fire from his task force’s mortar team. But Sgt Anyett didn’t want to wait. ‘Dude, give me the sniper rifle. I can take them out — I’m from Alabama.’

Two minutes tick by. ‘They’re moving deep,’ shouted Sgt Anyett with disappointment. A dozen loud booms rattle the sky and smoke rose as mortars rained down on the co-ordinates the sergeant had given.

‘Yeah,’ he yelled. ‘Battle Damage Assessment — nothing. Building’s gone. I got my kills, I’m coming down. I just love my job.’

I have to wonder how that plays in the UK.

(Hat tip to Belmont Club.)