Flash Linky

Been having emails with the technicians working on my laptop. Apparently Flash 10 didn’t play nice with my graphics card. Stupid Flash 10! Various other problems are also either fixed or not fixed. (Intermittent bluescreen of death = not fixed.)

My lovely Cal found this Glee-as-horror-flick trailer, which works so well precisely because of Chris Colfer’s high-intensity portrayal of his character. You don’t need to watch the show to get the value out of this, I reckon.

The Onion, beautifully: That Global Warming thing may still be a problem

Tunnel people of Las Vegas

Thomas Scovell writes smartly about identity, growing up, Facebook privacy, and media misrepresentation, among other things. A great essay.

Using Facebook relationship status updates to chart when during the year people break up. Chart from 2008, not many explanatory notes from the creators; presumably they would have figured out that the spike around April Fools Day is an artifact of people playing “I’m engaged!” trickeries and then ending the fake engagement. Either that or April Fools day is a high-stress day for relationships?

Why you shouldn’t worry about McDonalds burgers not rotting

Daily Express editorial position re: statins undergoes some mild flip-flops.

Scott Kendrick’s wonderful Catches I Have Dropped (a cricket poem, but don’t let that scare you off) was Helen’s pick for Tuesday poem this week.

So why is Wikileaks a good thing again?

Top ten worst-singing rappers. (Is anyone anywhere surprised to see Flavor Flav on the list? I’m just delighted NWA represents.)

And finally… duck or bunny? (warning: taxidermy)

Outrageous Fortune (no spoilers)

NZ’s longest-running drama Outrageous Fortune ended last night, at the close of season 6, still owning the ratings and once again becoming a global trending topic on Twitter. Phenomenon.

I wonder if the West family are now iconic fictional Kiwis who will last the ages? They must come close. They’re getting their own museum exhibit, even. They definitely have a distinctively Kiwi style, and they’ve been hugely successful here. But to last, they need to do more. They need to own a chunk of this nation’s symbolic real estate. Kiwis need to see a bit of ourselves in them, something that hasn’t been well-expressed anywhere else.

Hmm, who else is there? Definitely this guy:

Even though he existed mostly in very brief sketch comedy, this guy:

Probably this guy:

Maybe these guys? Too soon to tell?

(I know, let’s consult Wikipedia’s index of fictional New Zealanders… Hmmm. A few anime characters, a couple of misbegotten superheroes, and Madge Allsop. Er… go Kiwi?)

My instinct is that the Wests will last. What d’you reckon?

Made In Dagenham (UK, 2010)

Women didn’t always have equal pay. Back in the mists of time the same work was rewarded differently depending on gender. This movie is an historical about the end of that ancient era where gender was a legitimate basis for pay disparity.

Ancient era = 1968. The precipitating event was the Ford sewing machinists’ strike of that year (wikipedia has the goss). This film dramatises that event, using fictional-amalgam characters but broadly following the course of events.

Broadly is the right word all ’round. It’s done without much subtlety, but there’s a lot of heart on display. It’s a happy-making movie, and while it’s done by the numbers it goes down very easily. A different, harder, fiercer movie could be made out of these events – and maybe deserves to be – but this one is a success on its own terms and a light touch doesn’t do a disservice to the story it tells or the people it depicts.

Considering the amount of female acting talent on display, it’s perhaps cheeky to single out Bob Hoskins as the performance highlight – I could watch his impish, sincere character all day. Sally Hawkins in the lead was solid and engaging, but not as enthralling/infuriating as she was in Happy Go Lucky. (I see why Dan Slevin of the Capital Times doesn’t like her, calling her performances “fussy”, but I don’t mind her style.) Miranda Richardson as iconic Brit politician Barbara Castle didn’t make much impression – whenever the film cut to her it all went flat, because she didn’t have anything to do, although her eventual interaction with the strikers was much more engaging.

So, overall, it’d be a nice night in on the video. Or watch it on the telly when it turns up there. The only exception to this recommendation is one that I heard separately from several older women: take your teenage daughters to this film so they understand that what they take for granted now was hard-won. That sounds like good advice to me.

Timeshare Linky

My laptop is in laptop hospital right now, so I’m timesharing with Cal on her laptop. I get 11pm onwards. This actually suits me pretty well. But I forgot to copy over my friday linky bookmarks folder, so here’s what I’ve cobbled together in the last 24 hrs…

Guy making art out of chewing gum stuck on the sidewalk

My buddy’s Dave’s game + comic shop in Fife gets some nice media coverage

Great Halloween comic by Emily Terrible (via Kate Beaton, Svend, and sundry others with excellent taste)

Incautious time traveller (prrrrobably not actually a time traveller – intriguing video though)

Jamie Hewlett’s comic of Pulp’s Common People.

Mr Ritchie shared this one – “Real in-game footage from the SNES release of Academy-Award winning motion picture ‘There Will Be Blood’, starring Daniel Day-Lewis and Paul Dano”

Super There Will Be Blood from Tomfoolery Pictures on Vimeo.

He was one of several people sharing this one – a newspaper corrects an error that only geeks care about,
and does so with great style

Dennis Hopper vs. mermaid flick from 1961 now free to watch online

This one’s getting linked everywhere, for good reason: Charlie Stross points out some extremely weird stuff getting said in the UK House of Lords. Like, extremely, deeply weird. So weird that “I laundered money for the IRA” is a casual aside, quickly forgotten because of the rest. Read.

And finally… (first minute is the best bit, remaining minutes just bask in the awesomeness of the first minute)

SockBunny vs Cthulhu

One of the amazing things about having a baby on the way is that people get excited and give you stuff. We have received lots of wonderful gifts from very generous people. Its pretty special, actually.

I want to draw attention to two recent gifts, simply because Jenni made big posts about them! Crafty types out there might find this inspirational!

Baby Quilt & Sock Bunny

(We have also appreciated all gifts that did not come with blog posts attached.)

Thanks so much Jenni!

The Left, slain by Bilbo

Aftermath of The Hobbit affair continues to rumble through the blogs and real-world conversations. In an almost ridiculous turn of fate, the disagreements over this film have split a seam in “the Left” in NZ, with much heat (and occasionally, light) in evidence. Right-oriented commentators are rubbing their hands with glee, or at the very least, rolling their eyes. (For the Left does love to schism, does it not?)

I’m going to characterize the dispute like this (beware of my own self-serving narrative). Those who subscribe to a more class-focused view of the left argue that the Actors Equity action deserved support, even if it was wrongheaded, because public dispute only plays into the hands of the boss classes. Those who do not acknowledge the primacy of class see opposition to Actors Equity as entirely justified by an analysis of the consequences. In general, both sides see the concessions and changes extracted by the movie studio as opportunism, but they tend to locate responsibility with the other side.

There’s more to it, but that’ll do as a starting point. And to nail my colours to the mast (and clarify my own bias), I’m firmly in the second chunk, seeing opposition to Actor’s Equity as entirely appropriate. In my view, NZ Actor’s Equity launched a mistargeted, over-reaching action without gaining a mandate from its members, without linking with other workers, without communicating effectively, and without understanding the consequences of this action.

So I’ve found it strange and depressing to read impassioned and ferocious pieces by writers I both like and respect (and, of course, many I don’t) attacking those holding my perspective, especially because we both agree on some fundamental values – the need to protect workers from exploitation, for example.

I’m not going to try and unpick all that here. Lew at Kiwipolitico I think comes more or less from the same perspective as me, and has been doing a great job of digging through the rhetoric for sense. Instead, I want to talk about the bigger picture, the frame in which these conversations are taking place.

Essentially, my point of dissent from the class-based analysis is that I am no longer convinced by the appropriateness of their metaphors. Starting with class itself – class is a metaphor, a symbolic way of talking about a large set of individuals who share certain circumstances to a greater or lesser degree. It doesn’t exist in isolation, but draws on a whole set of contingencies: capitalism of a particular kind, industry of a certain nature, normative social rules derived from these. When you talk about class, the word brings along a great deal of additional baggage.

I’m far from convinced the class metaphor makes sense in the 21st century western context of NZ. Many on the class-analysis left are disgusted that Labour Day, our day of celebrating worker’s rights and the successes of collective resistance to exploitation, saw protests nationwide supporting a multinational company’s will over that of Kiwi workers. But surely Occam’s Razor points away from this as evidence of a mass betrayal of the labour movement, or a lack of understanding of worker’s rights; surely the simplest and best explanation is that the metaphor of class no longer applies?

Consider the position of the independent contractor. Some on the class-analysis left see an employment relation as the only acceptable one, thanks to the hard-won rights to fair conditions and protections for employees in this country. I hope that most sensible analyses will see that an independent contractor relationship has a role to play as well, providing a freedom to engage that can suit both parties beautifully. The challenge, then, is where the distinction between the two is unclear and a worker under independent contract is treated poorly while deprived of the benefits and safety of employment.

None of this fits easily within the class metaphor. The vast majority of independent contractors seem to be quite happy with their status, or even feel quite privileged, all without any cost to employees. Empirical evidence makes it clear that these two separate models of worker-boss relations can run in parallel in a society quite happily. Yet the furore over The Hobbit dispute positioned independent contractors as the useful idiots, if not the outright enemy, of the workers. Isn’t this analysis ridiculous just on its face?

Consider the nature of industry and capital. The class metaphor, and all the worker-boss relationships embedded within it, evisages a certain kind of industry – archetypally, the factory worker, with a large investment in plant and every incentive to exploit workers to generate more widgets more cheaply. Yet many things have changed. The globalisation of capital is well-known; capital flight happens when those factories get moved overseas, and it has been a threat levied against striking workers for decades. And yet that isn’t enough to make sense of the hyper-mobile short-term project that is a major Hollywood production. A better metaphor, and an appropriate one given the film, is that the project is like a dragon. It is huge, and wealthy, and incredibly selfish; and also temperamental, and even the spillage from its hoard is worth a fortune. If it decides it doesn’t like the conditions wherever it sits, it can easily leap up, and fly across to a different, more favorable land. The industry of making movies is very like coaxing a dragon to stay, and the question is how much you offer it before the wealth it will give stops being worthwhile. You don’t want to go so far as sacrificing your local virgins in tribute (because the dragon’ll take that if it gets offered), but you need to offer something juicy or the dragon won’t even land in the first place. Big-movie industry is about supplicating dragons. How does this metaphor fit within the class metaphor and all the baggage it contains? Short answer: it doesn’t. The dragon flies away.

Consider the notion of critical support that has been turning up in a lot of the class-analysis left discussions. One huge source of fury in this argument is that many voices on the left criticized the actors union for their actions, without embedding that criticism in support for their goals; many writers shorthand it to something like “criticism in private, solidarity in public”. But how can this approach survive in an environment where the difference between public and private conversations is massively eroded, and where engagement with ideas is a massive free-for-all? Of course people are going to criticise every aspect of a union action, including its goal; of course support is going to be withheld if the action doesn’t hold up. To do otherwise would be to abandon one’s own ability to think critically. How can a class metaphor account for a massive multiplicity of semi-public voices, except by excluding all those that do not come to the same conclusions as itself? How is that a strategy for any kind of success?

I’m in no way stepping away from the left here. I believe that a social analysis that starts with worker-boss relations contains profound truths that call to action. However, I also believe that received knowledge has accreted around these truths as a barrier, in some cases obscuring or distorting them.

And I write this lengthy ramble not as a cogent argument – it would take me much more time and energy than I wish to spend to interrogate all of this. Rather, this is an expression of unease with the whole foundation of the current disagreement. It seems to me that the heart of the matter is sitting unexamined and unexpressed. So I hope this points at least in the direction of that heart, despite whatever flaws and misrepresentations can be found in the paragraphs above. (No doubt there are plenty.)

The film-as-dragon metaphor, though – I’m quite pleased with that one.

Lines From The Bard

An honest man here lies at rest
As e’er God with his image blest;
The friend of man, the friend of truth,
The friend of age, and guide of youth:
Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d,
Few heads with knowledge so informed:
If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;
If there is none, he made the best of this.
-Robert Burns, On My Own Friend And My Father’s Friend, Wm. Muir In Tarbolton Mill (sourced)

Thinking of you on this anniversary of your passing, Percy! Whisky + Burns. That’s the ticket.

Halloween Fillums

Traditional scary movies at knifeman’s place last night.

THE DEVIL RIDES OUT (UK [Hammer], 1967)

Based on the 1934 Dennis Wheatley novel. Conservative upper class sceptical Christians, led by a Christian occultist Christopher Lee, do battle with Satan and his free loving hippie minions. I missed the first bit, only arriving when the heroes were being menaced by an apparition of a giant black man in his underwear. Marvellous.

TRICK ‘R TREAT (USA, 2008)

Enormously fun Halloween spookshow, with four separate scary stories woven together. (Kind of like Pulp Fiction. No, really.) Gloriously over-the-top and unrepentantly goofball, this is a real writer’s movie – Michael Dougherty (who directed) throws in lots of dramatic irony and a nice line in unexpected twists. So much to love! Features Lower Hutt’s finest Anna Paquin, strutting her stuff in a pre-True Blood role. Groovy.

Both flicks are highly recommended Halloween viewing.

Screamy Linky

For Halloween, here are some linky that to be honest have precious little to do with Halloween.

Johnny Cash to-do list. Hee.

Joe Atkinson, pol sci academic, writes a lengthy, interesting argument that fake news ain’t good for you. I don’t buy it, but appreciated reading it.

BBC’s great Dimensions site that overlays the size and shape of things on to a map of where you are. This really does help me understand stuff.

Matt Fraction: The Batman Dreams of Hieronymous Machines. I haven’t watched this myself yet but by all accounts it’s excellent.

Bite Me: online comic of vampiric farce in French revolution. Haven’t read this yet either, by by all accounts etc etc.

Episode of new Scooby Doo is a Cthulhu riff, with Harlan Ellison playing himself. Wuh.

Speaking of the mythos, the HP Lovecraft Historical Society’s new film adaptation looks amazing:

Snark-filled copy edit of Twilight. A bit too mean and pedantic but I actually enjoyed this as a look at how it feels when I’m editing my own work.

Extremely confusing covers to old horror comics

Dumb weird “sexy” Halloween costumes based on comics characters.

And finally, still on the subject of costumes, check out… Iron Croc

Te Hobbit

Hobbit stays in NZ. Situation complex. (Previously.)

NZ as a nation: keeps The Hobbit. Turns out this is of massive symbolic importance to us. Our national identity is bound up in these Middle Earth films now (or, perhaps, in the fact we showed we can make ’em). That’s cool.

Film bosses: got more tax breaks, plus happy Peter Jackson. They win.

NZ film industry workers: have a film to work on. Is good.

Dealmaker PM John Key emerges with great triumph. Never mind embarrassing spectacle of our political leader holding crisis meetings with film bosses; voters already forgotten that.

Legislative due process: sacrificed by John Key. Pushing through today legislation developed in meeting with US film bosses. Terrible behaviour, although if it is just limited to a review/clarification of the differences between an employee and a contractor I’ll be cool with it. Won’t know until it’s already been pushed through of course. Sickening.

Actors? Lord knows how they come out of this. Their position remains inscrutable. What did they want? What did they get? Who knows?

Unionism in NZ: wounded. The Actor’s Union acted with great strategic idiocy. CTU’s Helen Kelly came in and did not help, instead stirred things up further. Misinformation exposed, either lies or stupidity. Anti-union forces including hero of the hour John Key leap on opportunity to attack unions. Disastrous result. (I support strong unions, but only if they don’t act like idiots.)

Blogs vs mainstream media: got most of my news on this from the Public Address thread of doom, which (uniquely as far as I can tell) put a real emphasis on sourcing documents and establishing facts. On the other hand, the big announcement was on live TV so old media still has the power.

Conspiracy theorists: in their element. This outcome was foreseen.

Opposition leader Phil Goff: this is bad for Phil Goff. Everything that happens is always bad for Phil Goff.