Oscar Predictions 2008

I just don’t care this year, actually.
But for form’s sake: Coens, No Country, Day-Lewis, Christie, Wilkinson, Dee, Transformers for the techie awards, Atonement for the style awards, writing to Juno and No Country, doco to anyone but Moore, etc etc.
Please let Once get best song.

It Is Friday, So I Linky

Everybody loves Tintin, right? That intrepid ligne clair reporter with his quiff and his faithful dog who said “Whoa!” Soon to be a series of three major motion pictures directed by various luminaries and scribbled by new Doctor Who showrunner Steven Moffat?
Herge died with a Tintin tale in progress, Tintin And Alph-Art. Very rough pencil layouts were completed for half the book, and a few other notes survive, but that’s all. This work was published recently, sitting alongside ‘Land of the Soviets’ and ‘in the Congo’ as ones for completists only.
Now, heroic/obsessive Tintin fan Yves Rodier has taken it upon himself to finish Herge’s last book – transforming the sketched layouts into full-colour pages with Herge-style art and carrying on the story to a conclusion that seems appropriate.
It’s an incredible piece of work. Go see.
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Issuu continues to grow by leaps and bounds, setting itself up as the YouTube of .pdf publishing. Loads of fascinating magazines to read, and when you find one you like you can blog-embed it. For example, a magazine consisting entirely of freaky-cool sculptures can be embedded like this:

Go have a nosy around. Lots of goodness.
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Finally, another must-read Rolling Stone piece on the CheneyBush disinfo administration, this time revealing the truth behind some infamous high terrorism alerts in the US over the last 5 years (This is, of course, another contribution from the other, dancing, moose. Read his blog too.)

About That Tagging Thing

So the election season has rolled on, with the first big electoral policy initiative out of the incumbent Labour govt being war on taggers.
Obviously this is an image-correction maneuver by Clark. The electorate are sick of tagging, so it is valuable to be seen to be doing something. But a lot of people have missed that the new law is really intended for adult offenders; youth who tag are going to be dealt with exactly the same way (see the FAQ at the bottom of the press release for more).
The big impact on the kids is going to be restrictions on the sale of spray cans to teens. Leaving aside the rights and wrongs of such a restriction, it just doesn’t sound very effective in the face of an army of disenfranchised 13-year-olds with marker pens, older cousins and nothing to do with their time. Still, the FAQ has an answer to that:

It has been suggested that spray paint taggers will all start scratching glass or using marker pens. However, tagging has its own internal boundaries and ‘culture’. As spray paint is the chosen tool of this ‘culture’ it is expected that the movement to other types of graffiti implement will be small and we would expect to see an overall reduction in graffiti.

Heck, it could work. Tagging doesn’t have deep roots in this country anyway.
Overall it doesn’t seem to me like much change is possible from this legislation. It’s certainly not an important social problem. (Don’t get me started on that Broken Windows nonsense. And no, tagging is not a gateway crime. The taggers of today don’t become the home invaders of tomorrow.) No doubt some policy wonk has worked hard on it, but ultimately it just amounts to a flag in the ground saying Labour is not surrendering middle NZ without a fight.
Anyway. I’ve had a few interesting conversations about this recently. Tagging as an activity has always sat uneasily with me. Full-fledged graf art, I have a lot of love for that. Witty and weird little slogans scrawled in public places are a bonus in our urban landscape. Tagging, the runty little sideshow of graffiti, has never won me over. It isn’t the act itself that bugs me, but the thoughtless aesthetic placement of so much tagging. I mean, tagging some suburban garage? Tagging the side of a white suburban house? This doltish placement has always annoyed me. But the aesthetics of graffiti and tagging are subjective. Does graffiti add value or subtract value to an environment? Well, that depends on the graffiti, the environment, and the person. It’s an impossible equation.
It gets even curlier when you start talking about rights. Do suburban house owners have the right to a crisp, clean garage? Really? What are such property rights built on? Aren’t all such rights dependent on having a fair society which values all its members? Where does value even come from in our society? Do we have the right to clean walls?
I’m very wary of romanticising wall-scrawling. There’s some incredible stuff that happens through words and art on our streets – does anyone know what the “Gayskins” tag that turned up all over town late last year means? – but also there’s a bunch of selfish people who lack any empathy for those who have to cope with their actions.
End result, I guess: Labour’s big public stand is pandering to the talkback masses and that doesn’t make me happy. (Let’s not forget that this comes on the heels of a boy being murdered for tagging and the disgraceful way in which many elected leaders responded.) But if teens end up having trouble buying spray cans by themselves, well, that’s not going to cause me to lose any sleep over damaged civil rights.
Keith Ng has a good piece on the War on Taggers over at Public Address

Bringing It On!

Chris Sims has swapped out face-kicking for high-kicking because it’s Bring It On Week over at the ISB! If you, like me, have some sneaking (or not-so-sneaking) affection for the best race-relations cheerleader movie ever*, then get on over there for the stick-figure action and way more cheer-puns than you ever want to see.
But this is a blog with pretensions to social relevance, and that means my contribution to Bring It On week is obliged to harsh your high. Check it: one of these things is not like the other:




* No, Revenge of the Cheerleaders doesn’t count, no matter how many full-frontal Hoff shots it contains.

Castro Quits

Well, how about that.
He’s been sitting in the top job almost 50 years. Smart money was on him staying there until he died, I would have thought. Guess not.
Random association: watched the Fog of War doco the other day, about Robert McNamara. The Cuban Missile Crisis was discussed, and McNamara told an anecdote about sitting down with Castro and hearing that there were already nuclear missiles in Cuba, and that Castro had asked Khruschev to launch them at the US, knowing full well that Cuba would be destroyed as a result. McNamara’s eyes boggled as he told this story. He said Castro explained himself only by saying, “If it had been you in my position, you would have done exactly the same.”
Anyone reading this been to Cuba? Impressions?

[mediawatch] Joe Bennett Has Been Sold

I’ve been waiting for this to come online: Joe Bennett’s DomPost column on Political Correctness from Jan 31. It is a shining example of the type of curmudgeonly foolishness that is so frequently celebrated in newspapers.
In the column, Bennett sets out to provide an overview of Political Correctness, and to demonstrate why it should be opposed. He sets about this task with enthusiasm, but of course falls into the amateur trap: he doesn’t question his premises. Bennett’s Political Correctness is the fictional product of 1980s U.S. right-wing spin. He accepts it without realising that he’s been sold.
Joe Bennett, you have been sold. What you rail against doesn’t exist. It is a straw man designed expressly to give you something to rail against. Your column is unwitting propaganda, bought and paid for over twenty years ago.
Here’s Joe’s history of the term:
the term “political correctness” was coined to scoff at [a set of naive Leftish attitudes]… The word “correctness” implies that certain opinions are right by definition… Such a posture is called totalitarianism. It has killed millions of people… And that is exactly the danger that the phrase “political correctness” was invented to warn against and to deride.
But that warning and that derision have dissolved. People now use the term as though it meant what it said, as though there were indeed a right way of thinking and speaking. There isn’t.
The first paragraph, at least, bears some funhouse-mirror resemblance to the truth. References on wikipedia suggest that the term was used within the social movements of the 60s and 70s, as a way of mocking those who became too concerned with doctrine.
The second part is outright nonsense. There are no people who use the term ‘as though it meant what it said’. (There are some serious usages on the left, but not many, and not in the sense that Bennett gets at here.) This is a fantasy existing in Joe Bennett’s mind but not in reality.
“Political correctness” is a term used by cultural conservatives who are upset by challenges to their cultural dominance. It is used to discredit these challenges by imagining them to be part of a widespread conspiracy of social engineering. As an imaginary conspiracy it is, by nature, incoherent – witness the confusion over whether the new “violent” All Black haka was an example of political correctness gone mad (they only get away with it because its something Maori!) or was a victim of political correctness gone mad (they won’t let us have it because it’s too violent for their delicate sensibilities!).
Bennett’s whole column is confused and full of ridiculous claims, but this is perhaps the most ridiculous section:
The politically correct argue that language is tilted in favour of people in power, which means old white men… With its concern for the downtrodden, the outsider, the perceived victim, political correctness tilts the balance the other way. To take one inflammatory example, it is now unthinkable to call black people niggers. But it remains fine to call English people Poms. There may be a difference of degree there, but there is no difference in principle… the correct can’t have it both ways.
That’s right: political correctness tilts language in favour of those who are not old white men, because old white men can’t call black people “niggers”, but black people can call old white men “poms”.
This “inflammatory” example is Bennett’s big zinger, the one that is meant to stun us into sensibility. But it’s ridiculous. Bennett talks about power relations but it’s obvious he has no understanding of how they work. (Besides which, what’s he saying, that everyone should be free to call people niggers if they want?)
Bennett’s column isn’t really an argument – it’s just a muddle of thoughts roughly stranded together. It is far from the commanding summary I suspect he wishes it to be. It concludes with Bennett coming out firmly against political correctness, for the way it stifles free speech, and for the way it doesn’t have a sense of humour. That’s one mighty big straw man you’ve got there Mr Bennett. Go easy, you might hurt yourself when you punch it.
The bigger issue, of course, is why this kind of nonsense is given such privilege in our newspapers. These sorts of messages are given reverent space right next to the newspaper’s own editorial and the cartoon. Apart from designated-leftie Chris Trotter, is there a single columnist in the DomPost or the Herald who would do anything but nod in approval at Bennett’s blathering?
I don’t mind the curmudgeons. They have their place, deluded old fools that they are. What I mind is the diet of all-curmudgeon, all the time. We deserve better.

Chocolate Blonde

I’m one of the many, many people who’ve pretty much abandoned TV to get my fix straight off the Digital Video Disc. Side effect: when I am in front of the box, the advertisements are even harder to ignore than normal.
This might be why it’s taken me until now to notice that in Cadbury’s chocolate world, all the happy brown-skinned people are actually white people. See for yourself. All that platinum white-boy hair.
And now that I’ve noticed, it bugs me. They don’t make ’em like they used to, that’s for sure…
( Also bugging me is this Aussie advertising disguised as a teaching resource.)

Lessons of the Best Man

So I was Best Man on Friday for Frank. It was awesome. And now I get to share some wisdom about the Best Man speech. I bet you’re all excited.
(1) Writing jokes is hard as hell. I spent the entire 4-hour journey up trying to get one joke to work right. Going over and over and over the damn thing in my head. (Finally I told Cal all the alternatives I’d come up with and she pointed out the best one, which was also the one I liked most. It went down well.) Moral: give yourself plenty of time, so you can let your brain mull. Or be naturally funny. Whichever works for you.
(2) You can go on the internet and get your Best Man speech. There are lots of buy-a-speech sites. There are lots of free speeches to watch on YouTube or read on advice sites. This plethora of speeches does not translate into a plethora of gags you can steal, because they all use the same four lines, and they all suck. It’s still useful to look at these for structure, inspiration, and confidence that something genuine and personal always beats some crappy speech off the internet.
(3) Your Best Man speech is probably better with fewer jokes than you initially want.
(4) For best results on the night, aim to be precisely half as drunk as the average audience member.
All of the above wisdom is guaranteed 100% true and correct in all circumstances because I’m perfect.
It was a great wedding, and I loved being a Best Man. (But it stressed me out some.)