Nukular Proliferation

I was reading the ultra-geeky news site and happened upon an interesting comment. As most slash-dotters, I usually enjoy reading the comments more than the original source. You never know what topic will be brought up by a commenter. While geeks usually have computers or science in comment, there is a wide variety of second interests, and they do not refrain from pulling those into the discussion.

In this particular comment, the writer turns a discussion of a scientific experiment regarding the speed of light into comment on linguistic philosophy and politics, two of my secondary interests. He takes a current issue and adroitly turns it into a lesson in desriptivist linguistics. He confronts one commenter's disdain of Bush's pronunciation of nuclear. I won't rehash his eloquence. See the comment for more info.

I have added is RSS feed to my reader.

The Dukes of Hazzard


That's right people.  The boys were away, we were out, and there wasn't much showing.  And, I do admit  there was a bit of nostalgia that drew me.

 It was funny in a couple of parts.  Strangely, we seemed to laugh at different times than the rest of the audience; however, there were some shared laughter.  I thought the movie was funnier when it deviated from the traditional foils to the Duke brothers. 

Jessica Simpson and Burt Reynolds tie for the worst acting.  Both pretty much stunk.  Reynolds is just too skinny to play Boss Hogg.  Simpson was only there because she was skinny.

Courtney slept for about 20 minutes, but I was entertained.  I think the driving was the deciding fator.


Dr. Zhivago


It is unfortunate that I don't have time to write better reviews of these films, but I am guess there are good ones around the internet.

Dr. Zhivago is an epic romance.  In my mind, romance is not worth an epic.  Romance is good, but it is not epic.  This is most definitely a philosophically romantic movie.

Zhivago, the ultimate romantic is painted against the contrast of the ultra-rational communist leader "Pasha" and the inetensely practical scum-bag Komarovsky.  One declares the personal as meaningless, and the other as merely useful.  To Zhivago, the personal is everything.

Man on Fire


This was the August TFC movie.  It was good.  We ended up mostly discussing capital punishment and vigilate justice.  Another interesting topic was the turning point in the life of Creasy (the man on fire) triggered by the love of the little girl he was supposed to protect.  This was augmented by the reference to Romans 12:19-21 about vengence and overcoming evil with good.  Scripture played a noticable role in Creasy's metamophasis.  It was however, somewhat ambigious as to what that role was.

Some of the effects used by Tony Scott (director) were annoying, but for the most part the violence contributed the plot.  It makes you wonder what goes on in places like Guantanamo Bay.  It is not pretty.

 Another small point is a view into the life of some very poor people in Mexico.  We are very blessed.

Work and IM

I don't often write about work. It occupies too much of my time already. Lately, it has been about all I have been thinking about. We have a deadline coming up, and we have been working late and Saturday's to meet it. There is plenty to gripe about, so I will pick one thing.

We were recently kicked off of IM. One of my co-workers, who incendentally doesn't use IM, sent a message to the top execs about an article describing how some companies are ditching IM because of possible problems with Sarbanes-Oxley, an accounting law passed in the wake of the accounting scandals a few years ago.

This triggered a series emails that culminated in us being instructed to log out of IM, uninstall any IM software, crawl under our desks and hide. OK, that last one was mine.

I thought this was utterly rediculous. First of all, the original email recommended that we disable IM without those outside the company. The Sarbanes-Oxley problems are with logging internal communications about accounting procedures. Secondly, our company isn't even big enough to fall under SOX. Finally, I don't think think the mere use of IM would violated the law.

I see it as an unfortunate result of the intra-departmental conflict that has been taking place over the past few months. Our IT department knew we were using IM. It was the mere mention of the dreaded Sarbanes-Oxley that allow my co-worker to escelate the issue to those who would tend to overreact.

I hate to admit it, but this occupied my mind for the bulk of an hour. Sometimes, the stupidity of corporations just gets to me.
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This is an enjoyable movie.  Clint Eastwood is unmatchable as a tough guy.  He is so cool.

It is particulary interesting how it deviates from the typical western.  It is a strangely life-valuing gunslinger film.  In its world, taking life is not easy.  In its world, the law and the law breakers differ little.  In fact, one of the telling lines of the movie is when Munny (Eastwood) says, "We all have it commin' kid."  This is in sharp contrast to the sheriff who says, "I don't deserve to die like this."  The truth is evident.  Munny is right.

 On interesting bit of trivia in the bonus material is that Eastwood sat on the rights to the film over 10 years to age enough to play the retired gunfigher, William Munny

Raging Bull


A good movie.  Great acting.  Great directing and cinematography.

 It is all about how one mans irrational pride and jealousy enslaves him, and how he finally sees the light.

The end is especially interesting.  There is a quote of John 9 about the blind man who was questioned by the Pharasies.  I think it is a connection to Jake's final quote of the movie On the Waterfront, another boxing, ethnic classic.  Jake quotes Terry Malloy (Marlon Brando) about how his brother should have been a better brother.  I think this reveals Jake La Motta's realization that he lived his life mostly in vain, and did not truly care for the people who loved and needed him most.



If you haven't seen this movie, rejoice.  I wish I hadn't seen it.  I suppose the acting is good.  However, there is no plot, little character development, and  average writing.  The movie is about relationships, but there is very little substance to the relationships to cause you to be interested..that is unless you are interested in graphic descriptions of sex acts. 

 Unfortunately we continued watching the entire movie looking for some redemptive aspect.  There is none.  What you hear is worse than what you see, but it can be just as bad.  Bleh!

Wrapped up in your own little world

Tonight Courtney reminded me of one of my favorite scenes in the Bonfire of the Vanities. Sherman is finally having to tell his boss about his awful predicament. The weight has been crushing Sherman for weeks, and he finally has no choice to notify his respected employer of the ordeal he is about to undergo.

His boss is interested, but Sherman soon realizes that this boss is really just as interested in the juicy story as he is in Sherman. To top it off his disregard he takes a call from a local celeb to thank him for letting him use his private jet. Twice, the vain celeb interrupts Sherman's gut-wrenching confession for frivolous chit-chat.

It becomes obvious as Sherman moves throughout his social circle that no one is really interested in him. Everyone is wrapped up in their own little world and pays attention to him only when he either benefits them in some way or when he is becoming a detriment to them.

I am afraid that Wolfe's description of the world is more accurate than not. Are you wrapped up in your own little world? or better yet, am I?

It is difficult to come up with too much evidence to the contrary. God help me.
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New Book - Sacred Romance

Well, it is that time again. At the behest of a friend, I am starting to read The Sacred Romance again. I started it several years ago, but it just didn't capture my imagination. I am hoping I get more out of it. I am sure that I have changed.

So many people have liked the Eldredge books, that I sort of feel obligated. I usually develop a bad attitude toward things like this and stay away from them. Sometimes, it turns out that I was right, but usually I end up liking it and feeling like an idiot. My dang pride gets the best of me every time. "I didn't find it first, so it can't be good, right?"