Tough day for Illinois hoops


The Bulls lose Luol Deng for the season, Eddy Curry has been in the hopsital for a few games with irregular heartbeats, and the Illini lost a close one to North Carolina. Tough day for Chicago hoops fans, but the NCAA final was a good game, and the Illini can't complain about not having chances to win it. They had several open 3-pointers to tie or take the lead at the end of the game. They just didn't drop.


Sean May came as advertised. NC did a great job feeding him the ball, and no one on Illinois (Powell, Augustine, or Ingram) could stop him, even when they double-teamed him. The late Head turnover at 65-65, I believe, was a dagger, as was Felton's 3-pointer from deep, with Deron Williams and Dee Brown in his face. If it was any coach that could have beat Illinois, I'm glad it was Roy Williams. He seems like a decent guy.


That's about as good a game as you can see in the NCAA finals nowadays. College's best players either leave early or just skip past Go and it's $200 and head to the pros where $200 is how much they tip the locker room laundry man. Deron Williams, Sean May, Rashad McCants, and probably even Felton are juniors, but they won't be back next year.


But the turning of the calendar always brings new untold stories for sports fans to hang their hopes on. The Cubs are in first place today! Whoo-hoo! And a Pretty in Pink sequel is in the works! When life dumps coal in your socks, it also drops a sugar cube in your breakfast mug.


ILL...INI


Illinois-North Carolina tonight! Should be a great game. Since Joannie, Karen, and Mike all went to Illinois, and since it's my home state, I'll be cheering for the Blue and Orange tonight. But more than that, the Illini play an entertaining, beautiful style of team basketball. They move the ball, run set plays, and rarely just run isolation plays for one star. They don't have the individual one-on-one type of offensive talent to do that, so they stay in constant motion. With three really solid guards in their starting rotation (Luther Head, Deron Williams, Dee Brown) they take care of the ball and move it well; a really high percentage of their baskets are assisted. They also play a very solid defense. Fun, fun, fun.


When I visited Mike and Joannie in Chicago a few weeks back, Mike took me to some of the Big Ten tournament games. I saw Illinois play firsthand. They weren't at their best then, but they still won without too much bother. On any given night, you can't tell who Illinois' star is. Some games it's Deron Williams (Arizona game). Sometimes it's Head (early in the Big Ten Tournament) or Augustine (late in the Big Ten Tournament). Many times it's Dee Brown, a water bug of a guard (against Wisconsin early in the season, for example). Against Louisville it was the minister, Roger Powell.




North Carolina is a tough matchup for the Illini. The Tar Heels have the individual talent to play man defense against Illinois, whereas teams like Arizona and even Louisville had to play a zone. Illinois kills zones with their ball rotation and three point shooting, and it's so hard to track them in a zone because of their motion. The Tar Heels have more individual talent than any team in the country in the top seven of their rotation, and May is a beast. The early line has Carolina favored by 2.5 points, and that sounds about right.


Last weekend, Jason and I watched from my living room as Illinois staged an awesome comeback against Arizona. Tonight, I'll still be watching from my living room, while Jason will be in the fifteenth row in St. Louis. That sounds about right, too.


Footnote: I'm old enough to remember cheering on the last Illini team to make the Final Four, the 1989 team that included Kendall Gill, Nick Anderson, Stephen Bardo, Kenny Battle, and Lowell Hamilton, the team that got shot out of the semifinals by Glen Rice and Michigan. So I'm one of those people old enough to have experience on my side in the "who's better, the 89 or 04 Illini" debate. But I won't weigh in, because I can't get over how that dates me.


Six of this or half dozen of that


Entries from a "Write Like Mamet" contest

The contest was a promotion for the new Mamet adaptation The Voysey Inheritance, playing in San Francisco


James Surowiecki in The New Yorker on where Sony went wrong

Summary? In technology, open:good. Closed:bad. It's not news to anyone outside of Sony. Is it news to people inside the company? Business hubris can run deep, can't it? As an aside, It's been a while since the last Surowiecki Financial Page


Lukas Moodysson on A Hole in My Heart from the NYTimes, Nov, 2004

I loved Show Me Love and Lilya 4-ever is a film fest classic. A Hole in My Heart opens in NYC this week. When Moodysson writes that he originally thought about casting Sylvester Stallone and Christina Aguilera in an American version of this latest movie, I'm not sure if he's serious or not


How Broadway Lost Its Voice to 'American Idol'

Week old article, but I never seem to be able to keep up with the NYTimes, even though I'm down to buying only the Sunday copy


Cornell's Law Library posted a copy of what is believed to be the first psychological profile of Adolf Hitler


Alan Schwarz calls out sports announcers on their statistical mumbo jumbo

The last one being most interesting, why hitting for a high average on the first pitch isn't what it seems


Review: Sin City


Someone thought at some point, wouldn't it be cool if we turned some of Frank Miller's Sin City comics (The Hard Goodbye, The Big Fat Kill, That Yellow Bastard, and the short story "The Customer is Always Right" from The Babe Wore Red which was collected in Booze, Broads, & Bullets) into movies? And that person thought, wouldn't it be cool if we just used the comics as storyboards, and kept everything exactly as it looked in the comic book? That person was Robert Rodriguez, and yes, it would.


Sin City is the purest comic book movie ever because, well, Rodriguez held a huge torch up behind Frank Miller's comic book pages and projected them onto a film negative with so much heat that the images seared themselves on in black and white, like a brand on a cow's ass. Well, not exactly, but perhaps that's how one of the characters from Sin City might describe it. I haven't read the Sin City comics in many years, but some shots in the movie were so evocative of Miller's drawings that they summoned individual panels from my memory.


The movie is a montage of stories, loosely connected in plot, tightly connected in style. This is pulp fiction, with hard-boiled anti-heroes and film noir conventions. Wisely, instead of recreating film noir, which, in modern times, can seem mannered, even hokey, Miller and Rodriguez push the genre's conventions to their limits, and what emerges is something that is both homage and loving parody, like pushing film four stops and then exposing it to within an inch of its life.


Dialogue consists of sentences that are long and florid when they should be short, and clipped when you expect to hear more. Instead of "I failed miserably", we're given "I was about as successful as a palsy performing brain surgery with a pipe wrench." It's hokey, but unabashedly so, like the hard-boiled dialogue of old film noir detectives, and so it elicits affectionate chuckles.


The cinematography, like the rest of the movie, is high contrast, extreme. Black and white can be used to depict stark and drab reality, or it can be used as it is here, in a gothic and hyper-emotional manner, almost like high contrast color film. Occasional splashes of color stand out against the chiaroscuro backgrounds and catch the eye, each primary color representing its traditional connotations. Red for sex, blood, danger, lust, and temptation. Yellow for sickness, perversion. The movie was shot almost entirely in front of green screen, like Casshern or Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, but since it's intended to look like Miller's stylized panels rather than a hyper realistic background, the effects do not distract; they attract. And dazzle. Unlike with other heavily green-screened movies, like Episode I, the actors here don't seem wooden because they're not reacting to sets that aren't there, they're playing at pulpy characters whose manners are so exaggerated that all the green screen around them could muddle the archetypes in their heads. Many movies relying heavily on green-screen and digital animation have seemed restricted in soul, but Rodriguez is a true believer who may have unlocked the liberating potential of such filmmaking methods, akin to traditional animation.


The actors have a grand old time. If you put actors like Bruce Willis, Mickey Rourke, Jessica Alba, Rosario Dawson (feeling naughty), Benicio Del Toro, and Clive Owen in a blender, pureed them, then distilled them a half dozen times, you'd get something like the characters they play in the movie. Nothing subtle about it, and it won't win any Oscars, but it's pure and about 100 proof. Given Rodriguez's devotion to realizing Miller's vision with as much accuracy as possible, it helps that many of the actors resemble Miller's drawn renditions. Those who aren't are rendered so through makeup. The wardrobes, especially for the women, are wicked and fun. When the dames aren't wearing leather, fishnet, or chains, they're wearing shadows striped with moonlight and streetlight. Sexy.


Pulp fiction need not be great cinema, but it has to be fun. Miller loved his pulp fiction and poured it into his Sin City, which Rodriguez loved and turned into a film short, which Miller loved so he granted Rodriguez the rights to turn it into a movie. That same short, which opens the movie, so impressed other actors that they showed up in droves and hammed it up for the camera. Lots of love and fun to go around, and it comes through.




Trivia: In the movie, Frank Miller plays a priest who gets, well, [teeny spoiler ahead.............] shot through the head. This is a spoiler only if you don't know anything of the stories, since most everyone gets shot through the head in Sin City. If they're lucky. It's quick and painless, especially compared to having your appendages sawed off and then being fed to a rabid dog that chews out your entrails.


More trivia: Rodriguez has said he plans to direct all of Miller's Sin City stories, and Johnny Depp was originally to play Wallace from To Hell and Back. Rodriguez now plans it as a sequel. Depp playing hard-boiled. Sounds like fun.


Review: What the #$*! Do We Know?!


What the bleep was the appeal of this cult movie? I'm at a loss. This movie mixes some documentary-style talking heads, a disposable Alice in Wonderland story line starring Marlee Matlin, and some computer graphic animation sequences. The talking heads discuss several theories at a high level: quantum physics and some of its more bizarre implications, neuroscience, theology, and more than a dollop of new age mumbo jumbo. Marlee Matlin plays a grumpy photographer (think Neo of The Matrix as a woman during "that time of month", unwilling to swallow the red pill, and Morpheus as a pudgy kid on a playground basketball court) who experiences some strange occurrences in her life. Her story is intended to illustrate some of the points made by the talking heads, but mostly it undermines their ideas because her scenes are so flip, the special effects so hokey.


The talking heads, meanwhile, are not identified. I waited and waited for their names and qualifications to show up on screen, and they never did. Who were these people? Some spoke from what appeared to be their living rooms, others in front of goofy light show animations, all the while accompanied by a laughable new age soundtrack. Finally, during the end credits, their identities flashed on screen, each of them reading off their resumes as if defending their sanity and honor, and why shouldn't they after a production like that? By that point, I was not a bit surprised to discover that among the roster of scientists were some spiritual teachers and mystics.


The ultimate message of the movie centers on the power of positive thinking as backed up by some light quantum physics and neuroscience, and as evidenced by Marlee Matlin's ability to shoot a basketball through a playground hoop. Quantum physics is fascinating, and while I would hardly profess myself to be anything resembling an expert on the topic, I would recommend reading a book on quantum physics for those really interested in the topic. The movie does everything but come out and claim that through your own mind, you can control reality. Is that one of the conclusions to be drawn from the latest in quantum mechanics? I'm skeptical, both of that idea and of Matlin's ability to sink a jump shot.


A visit to the movie's official website revealed links galore and testimonials from all sides, but much of it reads like infomercial rhetoric. I thought for a brief moment about downloading the study guide, but then I read a description of the organization that created the guide:


"The Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS) was founded thirty years ago by astronaut Dr. Edgar Mitchell. After his celebrated moonwalk, Dr. Mitchell was overwhelmed by a powerful sense of the unity of everything in creation. The separation of spirit, mind, and matter dissolved. As a well trained scientist, he knew that one day science would come to fully understand wholeness and interconnectedness, but first it would have to learn how to access deeper levels of human consciousness. Indeed, science itself would have to understand the power of heart and mind hidden beyond the reach of a purely rational framework. IONS, an international nonprofit organization, was founded to support that effort."


The more of it I read, the less I thought I was missing out on some profound message. This movie has been anointed by many a cult classic, but it's more cult than classic.


The good, the bad, the ugly, the surreal


The good...


...Ben Gordon scored 22 points in the fourth quarter to lead the Bulls to a win over Charlotte. I love Ben Gordon. So few players have as broad an arsenal of moves on offense, and that jump shot of his carves beautiful, high arcs through the air. In the fourth quarter, the Bulls offense is to give it to Ben and get out of the way. I'm thankful the Bulls are decent again. I know we had Jordan and the six championships, but the team has been truly awful for a long time until this year.


...With alleyoop.com out of commission and John Hollinger moved on to ESPN Insider, 82games.com is the new website mecca for analytically-inclined basketball fans.


The bad...


...Bucknell, which upset Kansas in the NCAA Tournament, had to borrow Northern Iowa's prep band for that game because its own band was on spring break


It borrowed Oklahoma State's band, and many of its fans, for its second game, training them in Bucknell cheers. That's rough when even your band doesn't think you'll win and decides to stay home.


The ugly...


...Phat Phree selects its NBA All-Ugly team


Some of the dubious winners:


  • Sam Cassell: "Everything that can go wrong with a human face, aside from gigantic warts, goes wrong with Cassell's."

  • Popeye Jones: "But I see this picture, and quite frankly, it's hard to believe he isn't somehow mentally impaired in some way."

  • Gheorge Muresan: "Inch-for-inch the ugliest man on this team, that team, any team."

  • Larry Bird: "Larry Joe Bird, in addition to being an All-Ugly performer, also owns the distinction of being the ugliest man on the ugliest team in NBA history, the 1985-86 Boston Celtics."

  • Patrick Ewing: "Ewing's jaw... there hasn't been one of its like in the human race in 60- shoot, 70,000 years. If Ewing was to pass on, and you got a hold of his skeletal jaw and buried it in the Olduvai Gorge, the archeologist who dug it up might announce that he had found a speciman that was almost certainly Homo Erectus, though remarkably well-preserved."


The surreal...


...Jose Canseco will be on the next season of the Surreal Life


Fellow cast members will include Bronson Pinchot, former Apprentice contestant Omarosa Manigault-Stallworth, and Caprice. Remember, last season spawned its own spinoff called Strange Love in which Flavor Flav wooed Brigitte Nielsen, prompting a public denunciation of Flav's behavior by his Public Enemy brother Chuck D.


...Okay, I'm really late on this one, but SpongeBob SquarePants might be gay?

Conservatives note that SpongeBob is an icon in the gay community, "perhaps because he holds hands with his pink sidekick, Patrick Starfish." So that's what Robin Williams was joking about at the Oscars. I've really missed out on this whole SpongeBob thing. I've never seen it and have no idea what it's all about. I'm old.


Star Wars Clone Wars Vol. II


Caught up on Chapters 21-25 of Star Wars - Clone Wars on Cartoon Network off of my DVR. Chapters 1-20 are on DVD now, and together the 25 chapters fill in the story between Episode II and the upcoming Episode III. If, instead of just reading the famous text crawl this summer before Episode III, you want to see what actually happens, check out The Clone Wars. The animation and music and voices are top notch, and some major plot points occur between the two episodes.


If you missed episodes 21-25, they're online as matchbox sized streamable Quicktime movies, for how long I don't know (ch. 21, 22, 23, 24, 25).


By this point, the entire story of Episode III is available in all sorts of formats (for example, here), the major spoilers out there if you want them. I've tied to avoid them, but The Clone Wars won't spoil Episode III, they just provide background. In particular, I liked General Grievous, a predecessor to Darth Vader, though Grievous looks more machine than machine, a multi-armed warrior trained by Dooku to eradicate the Jedi. Grievous looks a bit goofy below (are robots bashful? why do they need to wear capes?), but animated in The Clone Wars he's one bad mofo.






The Clone Wars timeline provides key plot developments leading up to Episode III.


Geek out.


I Palindrome I


Eros

Saw the poster for this at a movie tonight. I'd almost forgotten about it. Three short films about love, one each by Wong Kar Wai, Steven Soderbergh, and Michelangelo Antonioni, the former two paying tribute to the latter for his influence on their work. With that lineup of directors, it sounds like a dream, but these massive collections of talent often produce disappointing work, perhaps because thematic constraints limit their imagination. Opens the following Friday, so we'll see


Chinese man kills a friend for selling his virtual sword from a video game

You could write an entire weblog entirely about the crazy behavior driven by virtual (video game) assets


Le Samourai on DVD

In PAL format, unfortunately, but one of my favorite movies of all time, so perhaps worth it. Strange to see it on Amazon's US DVD site. Are they starting to import foreign (i.e., not Region 1 or All) DVDs to sell off of their U.S. site? Now they just need to add some Region-Code-Free DVD players


B2Up's Bust-Up chewing gum is all the rage in Japan

The company claims that chewing the gum three of four times a day can help enhance the size, shape, and tone of the breasts


Trailer for Todd Solondz's Palindromes

I wanted to see this at the New York Film Festival, but failed completely in the rugby scrum for tix. The movie casts multiple actors in the role of Aviva. It's a form of actor montage, with the hope of synthesizing qualities of multiple actors in one character. Interesting idea



Loose change




Watchmen, the movie

Coming in 2006. No pictures, though, so all I can see in my mind's eye is David Gibbons' art


Stream the new Hot, Hot, Heat album

I couldn't get the stream to play on my Mac, though


7:35 in the Morning

"So, what the hell is making me smile at...seven thirty-five in the morning?" More than one twist in this Oscar-nominated short


New Atul Gawande article about how doctors make money in this week's New Yorker

Gawande finds no answers to the tangle that is health care economics in the U.S.: doctors feel overworked and underpaid, patients feel robbed, and both patient and doctors despise their health insurance companies. Interesting survey of the topic, especially an anecdote about a surgeon who decided to stop accepting health insurance and to charge what the market would bear


Fantastic Four trailer from ShoWest

The more footage that releases, the worse it looks


A new New Order album, Waiting for the Sirens' Call, arrives April 26

Stream the album here. I had no idea they were still together. The last time I saw them was at Moby's Area One concert at The Gorge. Bill and I ran up to the stage when they came on, but most of the young kids hung out way back on the lawn and smoked pot, wondering who the overweight middle-aged dudes were on stage. I felt old.


The 2005 Tavistock Cup ended in a tie

Tiger Woods played for the first time in this golf tournament between two crazy wealthy golf clubs in Orlando, FL: Lake Nona and Isleworth. It's a private tournament but features ridiculous golf talent


If the heart does quit, from this mortal coil you must flit...the Johnny Cochran obit

What a crazy career, from defending P. Diddy to OJ to the Seinfeld gang as Jackie Chiles


A different type of child photography

Photos layered over paintings


Toyota Prius


I visited Mike and Joannie for a week and a half in early March. During my visit, I experienced their new Toyota Prius hybrid firsthand.




There are a number of hybrids on the market, but Toyota has sold more than all other automakers combined. The Prius engine consists of two systems, one a gas engine and the other an electric motor. The electric motor operates when engine demand is low, usually at low speeds. Coming out of the garage, the car was dead silent, as if Yoda were pulling it out with a wave of his hand.


At higher speeds, the gas engine powers the car and also recharges the batteries. When you pump the gas hard for greater acceleration, the gas engine and electric motor work together for added kick.


I know much of this because the display screen on the center of the Prius dashboard displays a schematic indicating which system is in play while you're driving (everytime you turn the car on, you have to click to agree to a waiver form that frees Toyota of liability if you crash while driving because you were engrossed by the graphics on the display). This schematic also indicates your current fuel consumption/gas mileage.




The geek in me couldn't stop trying to boost my gas mileage. The first time I drove the Prius to pick up Mike and Joannie from work, I played around with the car to see how I could achieve optimum gas mileage. The goal was to achieve something over 50mpg.


I never reached that figure. Their Prius is new, and the cold weather in Chicago didn't help. However, I did become skilled at emphasizing use of the electric motor over the gas engine in order to maximize gas mileage. The optimal driving method for minimizing gas consumption in a hybrid is not unlike that with a traditional internal combustion engine. Accelerate, coast to a stop, repeat. Obviously, you can't drive like that on city streets, so what I did was accelerate to a crusing speed, then coast until the gas engine turned off, then used the electric motor to maintain velocity. It takes a gentle foot, and with a longer drive and less stop and go, I think I could have achieved 50mpg. Regardless, driving was fun again, and next time I'm in Chicago I'm shooting for 60mpg.


Other fun things about the car--instead of inserting a key to turn on the engine, you simply need to have the car key on you when you depress a starter button. Like powering on a stereo.




Mike and Joannie's Prius came with select voice-activated commands. Hit a button on the steering wheel, and the car will mute the radio and listen for a voice command. I did not have the glossary of all the commands, and like any typical male, I skipped the instruction book and instead barked random instructions as I drove.


"Defrost!" I commanded.


"Track...up," the serene female computer voice responded.


"Hazards on!" I tried.


"Changing...temperature...to 69 degrees."


"Next disc?" I ventured.


"Disc 5," the Prius computer cooed. Bingo. Like any newlywed couples, we merely needed some time to work out our communications issues.


I hope the Toyota engineers insert some Easter egg voice commands in the next gen Prius, or offer different computer voices to choose from. On a long nighttime road trip, who wouldn't appreciate some Michael Knight/K.I.T.T.-like conversation with their automobile? And, upon failing to successfully merge into traffic from an on-ramp, what driver couldn't use a tongue-lashing/motivation speech from Alec Baldwin?


"But the engine is too weak?" you'd protest.


"The engine is weak? The effin' engine is weak?! YOU'RE WEAK," Alec Baldwin would respond. "I've been driving since I was twelve..."


Lousy Monday, Good Friday, new Monday


Last Monday I received an unpleasant surprise, a one-page form letter from NYU film school, the type a grad school applicant doesn't want to see (school applicants know that size matters when it comes to such things). It was late in the evening, and I had nearly forgotten to pick up my mail that day. I eyed the letter, sitting on the top of my mail pile in my mailbox, but left it alone, as if it were booby trapped. No way to defuse this situation, though--I knew what the letter said. It slugged me in the gut.




For a few days, I moped.




I withdrew into a dark place and did not feel like writing, least of all here.




I had no appetite, subsisting on a diet of mostly liquids.




All that work, and nothing but a lousy form letter in reply. A call for feedback went unreturned. After a few days, I emerged from mourning into a bitter rage (throwing beach balls around my apartment).








Men don't handle success or loss as well as women. I'm not sure why that is. The weekend brought visitors and roused me from my trivial personal drama. Christina, on her way to China, stopped in for a few days, and then Jason. Christina was living according to an Asian bodyclock and shifted me into another time zone. Then I woke bright and early Sunday to accompany Jason on a whirlwind sightseeing tour of parts of NYC I hadn't visited before. Sunday night, after Jason left, I came home and fell asleep on my sofa almost immediately.


I awoke Monday morning (in the previous day's outfit) to the sounds of cabs honking their impatience. Easter is about resurrection, and after my deep sleep, I felt like I'd been reborn. Nothing has changed, really. I'm still chasing after the same thing, and someday we all end up six feet under. Everything in between is just a way to pass time.


"I've got your free bird right here"


The new War of the Worlds teaser trailer (#2)

Yep, it's a tease. We still don't get to see the aliens. Cool highway destruction, though.


Why do people in the audience yell "Freebird!" at rock concerts? No one knows


"Bands mostly just ignore the taunt. But one common retort is: "I've got your 'free bird' right here." That's accompanied by a middle finger."


Some label should issue a compilation of Freebird covers.


Got home and reviewed the Episode III trailer in high def from last week's O.C.

Hot jedi action! The previous two episodes are sunk costs--let's see some light saber-fu.


Spamalot--no kidding

I received this following e-mail from the Broadway musical Spamalot. I don't think it's a joke, though it's such a pathetic coincidence it's almost funny.
Dear Spamalot Newsletter Subscriber,
It has come to our attention, that the database containing your subscription information may have been compromised during an attack on our servers by internet hackers. As a result of this theft, you may receive unsolicited emails to the account you submitted including fraudulent emails that appear to come from financial institutions. Since being informed of the potential problem, we have taken additional security precautions which will prevent this type of attack from succeeding in the future.
We apologize if this has caused you alarm or inconvenience. If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us at newsletter@montypythonsspamalot.com.
Sincerely,
Website Manager
I had considered going to see it, but this clinched it for me. Somewhere, the Website Manager is hopping around, just a bloody torso, after having each of his limbs severed one by one. Just a flesh wound, of course.

A to Z

Spike Jonze's new ad "Hello Tomorrow" for Adidas
The featured product is the Adidas_1 running shoe, the world's first running shoe with a microchip inside to adjust the cushioning based on how much the shoe compresses at each step. I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for Adidas running shoes since they sat on my feet during my marathon run last year. The Adidas_1 sold out almost instantly when a limited number of pairs was offered online. I wonder if airport security will flip out when they run a pair of these through the X-ray machine, what with a microchip and motor in its sole.
In case you were wondering what happened to Darius Rucker, he's doing commercials for Burger King
Fantasy baseball contest winner to earn job with San Francisco Giants
FlickrFox, a Firefox sidebar that allows you to browse your Flickr photostream
Gary Kasparov, the chess grandmaster who recently retired, is sick of Vladimir Putin and can't take it anymore so he's running for president against Putin in 2008
We should have invited Korea to do the Superbowl halftime show this year
I'm too old to collect toys anymore, but these figurines are cool
Lord of the Rings the musical?!
If a VJ could scratch like a DJ, the result might look something like this
The West Wing gets will return for a seventh season
I'd be surprised if Jimmy Smits isn't elected president over Alan Alda
Yahoo previews a beta of its blogging service, Yahoo! 360

Around my brain in 80 seconds

Congrats Dave and Karen!
Whole Foods opens in Union Square this Wednesday, Mar. 16
Whoo-hoo! I've been waiting for the store to open ever since I moved to NYC. In another city, Whole Foods would count as a premium grocery store, but relative to other NYC stores, I think its prices will be reasonably unreasonable. Trader Joe's may invade Union Square this year as well, providing some downward pricing pressure. [news via Gothamist]
Bill Gurley blogifies his "Above the Crowd" newsletter/column
RSS feed for the column here. Always an interesting read, though Gurley's last post up until this week was from Fall 2004. The blog format should encourage more activity
The fantasy baseball league I play in, Mendoza Baseball, implemented an arbitration simulator this spring. Really cool. I don't think I've seen that in any other fantasy baseball simulation anywhere. I went to arbitration with some of my players today, and it was nervewracking waiting for the browser to refresh and display the arbitrator's decision when the player and I differed on salary judgments. Yes, I'm a total geek for caring about this, but some of you out there must play fantasy baseball, and if you're interested in trying to be a fantasy Billy Beane, check it out. The league has all sorts of interesting participants, from professors to students doing their PhDs on fantasy baseball
Kurt Eichenwald's Conspiracy of Fools hit bookstores this week. The book details the Enron scandal. I have a soft spot for white collar criminal non-fiction. Eichenwald's The Informant, about price-fixing at Archer Daniels-Midland, was excellent.
From The Onion: "According to a study released Monday by the Center for Media and Social Research, the reality-TV genre is unfairly biased against black people. The study revealed that reality is unfair to blacks, as well."
And from The Onion frontpage: "Could Hillary Clinton Have What It Takes To Defeat The Democrats In 2008?" and "Thick Sweater No Match For Determined Nipples"
Last Friday, Mike, Joannie, and I caught DJs A-Trak and Diplo at Sonotheque
Amazing stuff by DJ A-Trak, an honorary member of Invisibl Skratch Piklz and the first DJ ever to win all three major titles (DMC, ITF and Vestax) and the first DJ to win five world championships. He was Kanye West's personal DJ on tour last summer. A-Trak's first DVD and soundtrack Sunglasses is a Must comes out this summer on Audio Research Records

Freakonomics

I've been in Chicago visiting Joannie and Mike, and so I haven't been online much the past several days. Since I work on my computer so many hours out of each day (writing, editing, surfing, blogging, and lately, trying to learn linear editing software), vacations often feel like extended departures from the computer as much as they are departures from home. Laptops, an ever-widening net of wi-fi, and the seemingly ubiquitous Internet access in homes around the U.S. mean that I don't have to make such a tradeoff, but I do out of choice. Occasionally broadening the frame of the world beyond the confines of your LCD computer screen is relaxing, a break from information consumption/production compulsion.
I did want to mention and tout one book, though, a book I've mentioned before: Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything by famed economist Steven Levitt and reporter Stephen Dubner. A representative from Harper Collins was kind enough to send me a galley, and I've been up since three in the morning and have just finished devouring it. It is the logical successor to the Guns, Germs, and Steel --> The Tipping Point --> The Wisdom of Crowds --> Blink daisy chain of thought-provoking page-turners. For fans of Levitt who've always had to read about his work secondhand through articles, the arrival of the book is like finally sitting down in a theater to watch a blockbuster movie for which they've watched tantalizing movie trailers for months on end. The book doesn't disappoint; I found myself pulling out my moleskine notebook to jot down notes and thoughts as I read through it, something I rarely do with a book. His studies of cheating in sports like sumo wrestling are particularly relevant right now in the wake of all the steroids investigations in baseball. I'll post a review once I'm back in NYC from my vacation.
The official Freakonomics website is a work in progress consisting only of a front page for now. By the time the book arrives in April, I'm sure it will be populated with content.
Speaking of reading about interesting ideas secondhand, Salon's sports columnist wrote Thursday about a Bill James article in the Baseball Research Journal No. 33 that concludes: The absence of stats that prove clutch hitting ability exists doesn't mean clutch hitting ability doesn't exist.
On the face of it, not a particularly earth-shattering conclusion. It should raise the eyebrows of devotees of Baseball Prospectus and the sabermetric schools of thought, however, because they've conducted many studies attempting to detect clutch hitting and found no evidence that clutch hitting is a repeatable skill. The usual study tracks a hitter's hitting statistics with runners in scoring position and/or in late-inning high leverage situations (e.g. postseason games) over several years. High variability in such statistics from year to year (or the statistician's inability to accurately forecast those stats from year to year) has often been taken as proof that clutch hitting is a myth, an urban legend.
I don't have a copy of James's article, but the Salon article excerpts the following:
"We ran astray because we have been assuming that random data is proof of nothingness, when in reality random data proves nothing," James writes of his own and others' studies. He cites a famous article about clutch hitting by Dick Cramer. "Cramer argued, 'I did an analysis which should have identified clutch hitters, if clutch hitting exists. I got random data; therefore, clutch hitters don't exist.'"
James pronounces himself guilty of the same thing, many times. But: "Random data proves nothing -- and it cannot be used as proof of nothingness. Why? Because whenever you do a study, if your study completely fails, you will get random data. Therefore, when you get random data, all you may conclude is that your study has failed."
James doesn't go so far as to say clutch hitting exists, only that he's no longer certain it doesn't exist. Drop clutch hitting in that category of phenomena you believe in but can't measure; thus the common comparisons to religion.
One example of this that I subscribe to is the phenomenon of hitters getting hot and cold. Analysts have often described a series of at-bats by a hitter as a series of coin flips. Hot streaks are merely stretches where many hits occur, but each new at-bat is a new coin flip. When I played Little League Baseball, however, I experienced what hitters commonly describe as periods when the baseball appeared to travel slower and to grow in size, when I could center the ball on my bat with unusual frequency. Conversely, I went through phases where I couldn't make good contact or feel comfortable at the plate at all. This was something I could actually physically feel.
Was my feeling of invincibility at the plate a product of a few chance hits strung together or did some physical change occur that allowed me to hit well for a period of time? The former seems more likely, especially since I don't have even the slightest hypothesis as to what physical changes might have caused me to hit better. It's also entirely possible that some other unidentified factor(s) may have been in play. However, ask any athlete who can't miss a jump shot or golfer who shoots a fabled round of 59 because their putter is on fire, and I suspect they'd profess a belief in hot streaks.
If someone discovers a copy of James's article online, do pass along a link!
One last link to some non-conventional thinking: in today's NYTimes Sunday magazine, Roger Lowenstein writes about David Cutler's proposal for health care reform. One line in the article caught my eye:
Cutler wrote a still cited dissertation on how changes in Medicare's compensation scheme caused hospitals to release patients after shorter stays. It proved, Cutler says, that doctors were incredibly and, in some cases, ''horribly,'' responsive to incentives.
It caught my eye because Steven Levitt bases much of his thinking on incentives, and since reading Freakonomics I've been thinking about everything in those terms. Two myths I've been guilty of believing are that doctors are sacrosanct, immune to human foibles, and that all doctors are equal. Something in my childhood education or my cultural environment fostered that belief in me, and it wasn't until I became an adult and experienced some distressingly horrible health care that the mystique around doctors evaporated (that's not a knock on doctors, of which there are many in my family; no one needs the unhealthy expectations that come from mythologizing, and good doctors probably deserve more credit than they receive).
Doctors are humans, health care is not uniform in quality. Not surprising at all. Replace doctors and health care in that sentence with any other profession, and I would have agreed with you all my life, yet doctors got a free pass in my book for years. Very odd. Perhaps movies and books present doctors in an overwhelmingly positive light, and perhaps there's a lack of data (or publicized data) on the variability of the quality of health care.
David Cutler's CV links to many of his papers and articles. Another related article: "The Bell Curve" by Atul Gawande, about measuring the quality of doctors.

Hoop Dreams on DVD!!


Joy of joys--Hoop Dreams is coming out on a Criterion Collection DVD May 10.





In case anyone had any doubts, China intends to use non-peaceful means to crush any formal Taiwan independence efforts


In apparent response to Washington's intervention, [deputy chairman of the assembly's Standing Committee Wang Zhaoguo] quoted the legislation as saying the struggle over Taiwan is "China's internal affair" and "we will not submit to any interference by outside forces."


New Sin City trailer (Quicktime)

Rodriguez ain't kidding--he really does want the movie to look just like the comic book