I bang the worst dudes (Sorry, Mom) (via the bassett hound)
Nosing ahead – the lovely fluffworld writes about the difficulty of creating space and taking the leap to live life on her own terms, particularly by becoming a writer. The comments and replies are great, except for that one by that tone-deaf mr_orgue dude.
Some Ukulele awesome:
first, ukulele hero Jake Shimabukuro making his uke gently weep (don’t know where I saw this one)
second, a great little number by two performing arts grads in London, I Heart You Online (this one thanks to badjelly)
More awesome retro-fied book covers, this time for the Harry Potter and Lemony Snicket books.
Conchords fans rejoice: Tim Denee recreates those great NZ tourism posters for your downloading pleasure (New Zealand… Rocks!), Kiwi Gothic delivers an icon mixup, and a t-shirt design that knows what time it is. And for those who haven’t seen season 2 yet (me included), here’s something: My Sugarlumps.
Pride and Prej as Facebook updates
And finally… a two-minute film adaptation of Lovecraft’s Shadow Over Innsmouth, with CGI fishmen. And it’s a musical.
Things I learned the hard way
(part of an occasional series)
When you’re sending an email to a bunch of strangers to deliver news about a mutual friend who is seriously ill – it is unwise to send from your “morgue” email address.
People tend to get the wrong idea about the friend’s health and wellbeing…
(Other solution: choose better nickname for yourself 17 years in the past.)
Reasons To Stay
I love our landlord.
Last week we received a notice saying that, with great regret, the rent would have to increase. It was unsustainable at current levels. So Cal and I now have to come up with… only ten extra dollars!
And this week, delivered to every apartment in the building:
“Please note we have created a library on the third floor lift lobby for your use. Please feel free to borrow books at any time and please ensure they are returned… If you have any books that you would like to share with others please feel free to add them to the library.”
This is a good place to live 🙂
Dollhouse Ep 2 (no spoilers)
Intriguing second ep. The A-story goes into full-on suspense-thriller mode, with plenty of shocks and reversals, some of them easy to see coming (indeed, some as homages to filmic jump-scares), others not. The B-story throws out a whole heap of plot background and arc development into the mix. The balance between the ongoing plot and the episode-of-the-week stuff is signalled – the ongoing elements are already stronger than I expected them to be. The moral/ethical issues to do with the Dollhouse are squarely in the foreground but aren’t interrogated at all, I think because they don’t need to be – the viewer can be expected to be interrogating them anyway, so the show doesn’t need to spend time on it.
I really liked this episode, even with its cheesy moments. The show is demonstrating that it can sustain its initial premise, but that it is going someplace else anyway. I stand by my initial call of a five-episode intro and then things start to switch up; word on the nets this week has been that episode 6, written by Joss, is the turning point, so I might be right on the money there.
This show has potential. Worth sticking with to the turn, anywise. I’m digging it.
Blacked Out
This website was blacked out all morning in protest against a pretty bad copyright enforcement law on the verge of coming into play in NZ.
More info.
Meanwhile, I’m not watching the Oscars and getting drunk, which may be a step forward for me.
Lie-day Frinky
Some concept art from Alien 3 that even I haven’t seen before. This is for the wacky “Vincent Ward wooden planet of monks” version.
Jeremy Bulloch. Gold bikini. Well.
Dude makes Doctor Who anime. Is surprisingly awesome.
More Sesame Street 70s goodness: Stevie Wonder does Superstition. Rock it out!
Beloved leader has screenshotted the panorama from the new high-def Simpsons opening. Hail beloved leader!
Dash Shaw’s wild Bodyworld has just finished. Begin here with the prelude. If you are like me, you will want to read more.
And finally… AHHHHHHHH WRONG
Clues and drinks
Getting away from all that serious stuff for a bit, I want to give due respect: the Alligator’s birthday adventure on Friday night was incredibly fun.
How it worked: we turned up for drinks at Mollys, and split into teams. The Alligator, looking smug, issued each team a water pistol and an envelope full of clues. We had to figure out the locations referenced by the clues, and snap photos of our team members at the locations; if the location was a bar, it was compulsory to have a drink and get a camera shot of the proof. One clue marked the final location; first team there with a full set of correct photos won the trophy.
(Yeah, he made a trophy. It looked like a large silver phallus with the words “smarts” and “speed” on it, and was therefore extremely desirable and a worthy object of competition.)
So we burst out into the night and proceeded to run around Wellington, solving clues, snapping photos, downing shots, and having a grand old time. Seriously, it was a huge amount of fun, easily the most stupidly good time I’ve had in a while. (Wedding doesn’t count of course because that was a non-stupid good time.) There’s just something straightforwardly cool about rocketing around the streets, taking goofy photos and trying to make sense of clues, then stopping for a drink. And the water pistols… well, we didn’t spot the other team so ours didn’t get used. But it was cool to have it there…
Take this as proof of concept that you can do the same sort of thing in future. I reckon it would be more fun with more teams; six or so would have been even more fun. Give it a try for your next work teambuilding exercise, sports team social, or religious meeting. If you’re in Wellington you can even steal the Alligator’s clues.
(All y’all who didn’t make it, you really missed out on something special. This alligator, he’s a partyin’ alligator, and that’s all there is to it.)
More on Emery
I’ve realized that I’m not finished talking about the Bruce Emery conviction.
One of the main arguments back and forth about the Emery/Cameron case is whether Bruce Emery has benefited from privilege; that as a white middle-aged man from what is inexpertly called the middle class, he has been treated better by the justice system and by New Zealand than would have been the case for a different sort of person.
One of the things I’ve seen over and over in response to this is, “I’ve seen nothing that proves he was treated differently”. This question irritates me profoundly, and my immediate response is “Of course you haven’t! That’s the wrong starting point!”.
Privilege and prejudice in society don’t work in obvious ways. They can’t – anything that is obvious and indisputable gets challenged and purged from the system quickly. There isn’t ever going to be one clear moment of bias where patriachal/white/age-based privilege gets caught in the act, and demanding proof of one is setting the bar too high. Privilege can, and does, act in our society without ever meeting such a gross test of existence.
Instead, you need to look at the whole picture, the cumulative effect of many small points and angles. Indeed, to continue the analogy, you need to consider things outside of the picture too – how has this been framed, and what sits outside of the frame?
In the case of Bruce Emery, I don’t think there’s any question that the public view of the man and his crime reflects his privileged status in New Zealand’s culture. In the media coverage, similarly, I think this privilege comes through. In the trial itself and its outcome – well, the more specific you get, the harder it is to be definite, and I wasn’t at the trial so this can only be a guess – but a trial reflects and is part of the wider cultural conversation, so I think there’s likely to be some degree of privilege there as well.
The points and angles I’m talking about? There are plenty. Here’s a couple:
The main piece of media coverage from the NZ Herald, one of the most important articles about the case as it happened. Headline: The day Bruce Emery saw red. Just consider for a moment how that headline minimises what happened: a man grabbed a knife and chased some people down a street then stabbed one of them, and this amounts to “seeing red”. Consider now all the many other ways they could have headlined that article. WIthout even going beyond those six words you have a very particular framing that aligns perfectly with the expected effects of privilege. Would another man, a Maori or a Somali or a petty criminal like the exonerated David Dougherty, have been given that headline?
More: what about the widespread media coverage of Emery being denied the chance to spend Christmas with his family after being convicted of manslaughter? How often do we care about whether people convicted of serious crimes don’t get to go home for Christmas? Would the NZ media really have found this newsworthy if Emery wasn’t who he was? Would we get big pieces like this about the pain his family will suffer without him being there to open presents?
Specifically about the trial, another comment I’ve seen made frequently was that the stabbing happened under “disputed circumstances”. Which, of course, it did; the same is true of nearly every murder/manslaughter trial, because that’s how the adversarial system works. The prosecution and defence offer alternative versions of events and the jury and/or judge have to consider if they have reasonable doubt about guilt. The thing that sets these disputed circumstances apart is that one version is by a witness to what happened, and the other version is by the killer. Somehow, this close-up eyewitness account has been balanced by the killer’s own version, and somehow now the truth will never be known. If the eyewitness wasn’t a young brown tagger, would his story be given so little credibility against the killer’s version, not just in court but in the media coverage and the conversations in pubs and on blogs? If it was a white kid from the North Shore playing at being naughty, would his version somehow become more believable?
(Yes, of course there was physical evidence that the blow wasn’t deep, etc. That is hardly proof that Emery’s version is accurate.)
Consider Miri’s comments from a lawyer’s point of view about how far Emery was from meeting the legal criteria for self-defence or provocation; and yet how those two words drive the public conversation about him. If Emery were different, would these words have gained such purchase?
Consider the whole way the sentencing of Emery has been mixed up with the Cameron family’s parenting failures. That should be a completely separate conversation, but it’s being leveraged in because of who Emery is and who Cameron is, and it quietly shifts responsibility away from Emery. Would this really happen if Emery was someone different?
There’s plenty more, of course. This is the way privilege works; this is the kind of thing it does. It’s subtle, and up close any one instance of it can be argued either way. It’s a pattern, though, a consistent push in one direction over and over again. It can’t be put on a slide or proved in a blog post – if it could be demonstrated so easily it would not be allowed to happen. This means, however, that identifying it, being convinced of its existence, is about awareness of a big picture, about drawing inferences and conclusions. But you can’t start investigating those inferences without asking good questions, and checking expectations at the door.
(For those who don’t know me in real life: I’m a white, middle-class male. I operate in a sea of privilege and benefit from it every day; I’m hardly the best person to write about privilege. But what the heck.)
Dollhouse Ep 1 (No Spoilers)
First ep of Joss Whedon’s new show, Dollhouse. It’s up on Hulu for US viewers, but with some internet jiggery pokery overseasers can also watch it.
I liked it. It felt like chapter one of something longer. Lots of stuff set up.
Most curiously, there was no lead character. The central/star character, Eliza Dushku’s Echo, is deliberately identity-less; she’s kind of haunting, and easy to watch, and clearly going to be at the centre of the series, but she is in no way a lead. It gives the show a weird, uncertain vibe.
It’s clearly intended as a procedural setup – each ep they’ll do a variation on the same theme. I expect this to last for about five episodes before Whedon and crew switch it up and start seriously upending the premise to go someplace else. Remember, Angel was a procedural show too, and by episode nine one of the three core cast was dead and the established pattern had been ditched for good…
There’s more than enough to keep me watching. Cool.
A Failure of Empathy
A year ago, Bruce Emery chased down a youth who was tagging his property, stabbed him to death, then went home, concealed the evidence and went to sleep. These facts were not in question. His trial just ended; he was sentenced to four years and three months for manslaughter. Cue a storm of argument about whether this sentence was sufficient, with the dead boy’s mother announcing her disgust.
I’m not a fan of prisons as a fundamental component of our criminal justice system. I am not a fan of throwing people away for longer to make society feel better. That said, I am invested in ensuring our criminal justice system is unbiased; that it does not systematically treat better or worse people of different kinds. That’s the essence of the charge against Emery’s sentence, that were he not a white middle-aged middle-class businessman then his sentence would have been greater.
A common theme in the discourse around the sentence (see, if you dare, the NZ Heralds’s “Your views” reader feedback section) is of understanding about Emery’s action, and of a willingness to give him the benefit of the doubt, to empathise: there but for the grace of god… This of course reaches its sickening nadir in a notice from the sickening hypocrites at the Sensible Sentencing Trust that Emery shouldn’t have been jailed at all, and the family deserves some blame for letting a 15 year old boy roam the streets.
Anita at Kiwipolitico brings a lot of this together in an interesting post suggesting that Emery received a reduced sentence because he is “one of us”.
I think that’s not quite right; I think a better frame is to say that people who aren’t Emery receive greater sentences than he because they aren’t one of us. In other words, I don’t think the problem is that we have collectively extended our understanding to Emery; I think it’s that fail to extend the same understanding to those who aren’t like Emery. There’s a general failure of empathy.
This NZ Herald coverage at the time of the trial emphasizes Emery’s “ordinariness”, particularly his physical ordinariness – fat and middle-aged. Unspoken, is his whiteness, but it is there in the text because the question begged is “whose ordinariness”? Is being a fat, white, middle-aged man really ordinary? Would the victim and his community see it that way? What does that make them?
The ordinariness of his behaviour became an issue in the case:
Did he react as an ordinary person would? Was he fired by anger that his home had been defaced again? How did anger influence what happened when he and the two taggers confronted each other in a neighbouring dead-end street 365 metres from Emery’s home?
But what about the ordinariness of the victim’s behaviour, getting stoned, tagging some fence; how is this not ordinary? Isn’t this extremely unremarkable stupid kid behaviour? That word “ordinary” is at work in this discourse, allowing empathy for Emery’s circumstances and behaviour, while at the same time excluding the victim.
When Emery killed Pihema, it fed into a general theme of youth fear, a cultural conversation we were having in our country about whether our young people were out of control. That conversation has lapsed in the last year, and is almost forgotten – no doubt because the election is over – and now the frame is about property, and pressure, and how sometimes you get pressed to breaking point and can’t we all understand that?
I can understand that. I don’t begrudge Emery his relatively light sentence; I hope he learns from it and is not destroyed by it. I only wish that the same empathy could somehow be offered more widely.