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My kids have been reading this book called "Twilight" that is alternately terrible and wonderful. it's great because it's a fully-formed, 3,000-page plus vampire story, and I like vampires. It's terrible because the writing is frequently atrocious and overly-detailed. But reading it did make me want to write about vampires. I don't really have a story about vampires to tell, but I ended up writing this goofy thing. It's kind of a cross between noir and me being a dork: ( Read on if you wanna... )
Sun, Oct. 5th, 2008, 10:41 am ACK!
In Massachusetts, there's a ballot initiative out there that's seeking to end all income taxes - about 40% of the state budget, or 27% of all state spending. The argument for doing this, which on its face seemed sort of reasonable, was that the relatively unchecked Democratic Party Rulership out here wastes a lot of money...and in fact, there is some waste. The high profile examples include: - "Double Dip" Pensions, in which retired public officials take a second job after retiring, continue to collect a pension, then take a second pension when they retire from the second job.
- Police "Details" in which cops stand around next to construction sites doing little to nothing while collecting overtime pay.
- Employee theft at the MBTA and from a copy machine in the State Capitol.
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- The Big Dig, which pretty obviously was riddled with corruption and incompetence, the clearest example being the piece of it that crushed a woman to death. The company responsible, Bechtel, had to pay the state $428 Million to avoid criminal charges (another company is facing those charges, despite their being significantly less responsible but also less wealthy)
The other thing advocates of the referendum like to mention is that they've been trying to lower income taxes - and taxes in general - for 20 years with no appreciable effect, and that 41% of all money spent in the state is "wasted". They also like to talk about the average of $3,700 every Massachusetts home would receive under the plan. But the referendum is a terrible idea. Here's the problem with the Libertarian (anti-tax) argument. #1) The new rule would cut the state budget by $12 Billion. That would cut 65 - 90% of state aid to schools, fire departments, police, etc. throughout the state, which is a disaster by itself. #2) The 41% figure is a statistic garnered from a partisan poll and does not reflect any sort of account of actual spending practices. It's the best guess of people who support eliminating the tax, not an actual relevant piece of information. #3) The "waste" cited by proponents of the referendum is in fact upsetting, but doesn't add up to $1 Billion, let alone $12 Billion #4) The fact that Massachusetts spends so much money is due to a couple of factors - first, Massachusetts government provides many useful services that are expensive, and second, Towns and Cities in Massachusetts keep passing property tax overrides to pay for improvements to schools and infrastructure they want. The important thing to bear in mind there is that Property Taxes are actually regressive - they hit the poor harder than they hit the rich, because they go after fixed assets. Sales taxes, the other way the state makes money, are also regressive - and both would have to increase to make up for a $12 Billion shortfall, so the result of the measure would be that it would be expensive to live in Massachusetts and expensive to shop here, driving away both residents and business. I'm pretty sure that's a bad thing. #5) Income tax is progressive. It hits the rich harder than the poor, as all good taxes should. But that also means that eliminating income taxes would give the wealthiest (those making over $100K/year) of residents an average of $16,000, while the the average for the bottom 2/3 (who make less than $50K/year) would be around $850. So the deal is: for most people in the state, a Yes vote would mean 1 free month of rent, a rent hike, fewer cops, crippled schools, un-affordable public transportation, broken roads, and a 10% sales tax. For the rich, it would mean all that plus a new boat. If you live in Massachusetts, it's a very good idea to remember to vote against this nonsense. Sun, Sep. 7th, 2008, 02:49 pm Happy Thoughts
The Republican National Convention worried me, like it did lots of my friends. There was a ton of nasty, mean-spirited attacking of basic civic impulses, a lot of chanting "Drill, Baby Drill", and a basic resurgence of what I think of as the Republican Hate Machine. I really do wish it would go away. I get particularly creeped out by this in part because of the spooky zombie-ness of the conventioneers (although I have admit that the "Yes We Can" chants might look the same way from another perspective), by the casual intolerance, mindless flag waving, and fundamental hatred of government on display. And I find that what always really worries me is that Democrats tend to be too polite to respond with the kind of indignance they ought to feel when the Governor of the Earmark Capital of America goes on a tear against waste, or when McCain (whose income derives from being married to old money) and his cronies call Democrats and the media "elite". Republicans, we were told, are people from small towns who always love America, even if they do happen to hate most of the people living in it. Ugh. And to Rudy Giuliani, a special "ugh" for your surprisingly naked fascism. Anyway, it was nice to find these responses on the web this morning. It's always nice when your candidates say it as plainly as it needs to be said: Biden: "McCain's campaign manager says this campaign isn't about issues. What else do you say when you can't explain the last eight years of failure?" Obama: "They must think you're stupid."Well said, guys.
Mon, Aug. 25th, 2008, 10:58 pm DNC
Ok, Obama's kids are cute. Really cute. I'd vote for them, too. Thu, Aug. 14th, 2008, 05:54 pm Summer's Over
Time for work again! ::sigh::

This is a recent study on the effects of pre-school education on kids. Basically, the idea is that the gap we see in achievement in this country is due mostly to increasingly difficult home environments. There are some scary graphs and charts you can look at, the creepiest being the one that predicts education level by the mother's education level (and it's a straight line). The conclusion is that we should probably pay for universal day-care/preschool for everybody or at least everyone who has some risk factors. The study says that the return on investment would be about 10% in terms of GDP, so that sounds ok.
Anyway, the sad part of all this is that the suggestion made by the study is that intervention after age 5, and especially by High School, isn't particularly important unless you spend a truly wacky amount of time and money. So maybe if I really want to make a big difference I need to change careers. I mean, little kids are cute...
Firefly is an arts festival/camping experience that happens every year in Vermont. It's a good place for hippies and ravers and also people like me who are just hoping to do something novel with their summer. Here's what happened:Thursday: The Arrival
 We got there late. We had to set up the tent in the dark, which was crazy because the "sites" are really "overgrown patches of ground in the forest littered with rocks". So there was a lot of rock-throwing and fern-squashing involved in getting the tents set up. This process was extremely silly but effective because we brought a TON of water in a big cart, which turned out to be totally inappropriate (because the cart couldn't really move over the terrain) but also totally awesome (because the cart with all the water in it squashed everything in our path really flat so there was a nice path to the tent). Then we went to the campfire/techno rave at a place called "Spank My Glitch Up", which was a big DJ booth and dance floor with a fire pit that they set up in the woods. It was pretty much what you'd expect, except also they'd set up a huge canvass and paint, so everyone could put designs all over it, and that was kind of fun for awhile. Lots and lots of people talked to me about their lives. Generally, they're a freakishly educated crowd - I would say about one out of three people there had a graduate degree from an Ivy-League school, so I felt a bit intimidated, but as you know I can cheerfully talk my way through most situations, so it was fine. My sandals immediately broke, so I was barefoot, which hurt a lot. Then I went to sleep. Friday: Exploring I got up early and spent the morning wandering around the area. It's pretty big; about one-and-one-half square miles of pretty dense woods with a field in the middle. Trails with straw and wood-bridges run all through the area, but it rained on Thursday, so they're very muddy and treacherous. Lots of people arrived on Thursday, so not everything was set up Friday morning. Eventually, I found some philosophy majors who were awake and we talked about metaphysics and blowtorches and how to chop wood and stuff. That was pretty cool. After finding most of the trails, learning which ones had potentially dangerous bridges and mudslides, and in the process thoroughly injuring my feet, I got back to my original campsite and convinced my peeps to drive to town for more flashlights (we got $4 ones at Wal-Mart that immediately broke..duh...these we replaced with LEDs and MagLites) and maybe shoes. Unfortunately, my feet are freakishly huge (size 13.5) so no luck on the second front, but we did ok for ourselves and I discovered that in small towns in Vermont the local grocery stores have huge selections of Indie World Music Compliation CDs, because people who live in Vermont are odd. I also got to visit a gun shop, which made me very uncomfortable and didn't sell me boots. Ok. So when we got back, we visited the Compassion Dome, which is a place where people get together to lie on comfy mattresses and talk about spirituality and learn how to roll big glass balls around on their bodies and do yoga and sing folk songs in harmony with guitar and harmonica and man it was great, I was there for a long time. On the way back, I noticed that someone had hung these weird metal balls from trees, and that if you spoke to them they would scream at you for awhile, then repeat what you said, one ball at a time, on a 20 second delay. Weird. We also got to visit campsites that had built: - A Steam-Bath
- A Pizza Kitchen
- A Beer Brewery
- Multiple Buddhist Shrines
- A Mechanical, Life-Sized Version of Duck Hunt
- A Henna Station
- A Tuttu-Making Station
- A Dance Party that Depended on Two People Always Peddling Stationary Bicycles for power
- A 3-D Slide Show
- Fire-Spinning Lessons
- An acoustic instrument/bongo station
- A giant monster called the "Woodland Spirit", which they burned down Friday Night
    
    
There was also a pseudo-fanatical movement involving fake mustaches, so there were a lot of temporarily tattooed, mustached, and tuttu-clad people wandering around. Most (but not all) of them remembered to wear pants, although discarded clothing was a pretty common sight in general. I also noticed that people liked to lie about their names at Firefly. I met a lot of people with names like "Justice" and "Meridian" and "Mazuti" whose names were actually things like "David" and "Beth". There were also a lot of people who changed their names from one "normal" name to another. Weird. There was some great music that evening while the Woodland Spirit burned down. I also managed to pretty seriously injure myself wandering around the woods Friday night - but I should mention that all of the stuff I talked about is about 100% more interesting at night, because people cleverly design everything they build to glow and light up in beautiful, colorful ways. Lots of torches, LEDs, etc. were employed for this purpose, so walking around at night feels like you're discovering fairyland, or playing "Myst" in real life. It's pretty amazing. Saturday: Building the Dragon Saturday was spent building a dragon named Martin Heidegger out of paper mache and wire and sticks and paint. It took a long, long time and looks kind of silly, but hey, it's my dragon and I love him, even though I did eventually beat him to death with rebar, compress the wire by stomping on it, and throw his bones back into the woods. Highlights of the building experience included: - I got a really bad sunburn
- I discovered that the combination of paper mache, paint, and sweat creates a surprisingly horrible smell in your average t-shirt
- I learned to wear a hat when working in places that have biting flies. Yes, my head was hot, but my ears were safe.
- I met a girl who I really liked: she clearly didn't think I was competent to build a dragon on my own and was trying with only partial success not to take the whole project over herself
- A nice guy named Bill lent us his leatherman and brought us cold drinks. It turned out he was the guy who built the Duck Hunt, which totally ruled.
Eventually, we all went back to the Compassion Dome, and my friend Julie got a lot of "cool points" handing out glass Barack Obama pendants that she made in her studio back in Cambridge. There was also a "Miss Firefly" contest, which I will not describe except to say that the winning talent, was "Building a Parking Lot in the Middle of the Woods", which is good because it's much more practical than the sort of stuff the other people were doing. From there, we all made our way to the big field area, where there was an acrobatics show followed by the traditional Bug-Burning-While-People-Breathe-and-Spin-Fire. Anyway, then I went to bed again. Sunday: Packing and Leaving We packed and left. That's how it was. Wed, Jun. 25th, 2008, 09:19 pm Ugh
The implications of this technology are profound, aren't they? This is a video game, but it's clear you can do things with this sort of device that wouldn't be a game at all. Neat..
Today was the last day of regular classes after my 3rd year of teaching at Parker. I've been poring over my livejournal. And what have I discovered? I think I was smarter and cooler before I had this job. But that might be the exhaustion speaking. Anyway, I'm going to re-do a meme from way back, because it was kind of neat and I want to see how it's changed. ( Read more... )
A bunch of my students put on a student-directed-one-act-play-festival. It was truly, truly awesome.
I love, love, love my job.
That is all.
Now that is how you end a TV show.
Damn. Sat, Feb. 23rd, 2008, 12:04 am Meta Record
And the winner...Michel Gondry:
Note the almost sentence-finishing lockstep of McCain and Hillary here...
A little while ago, I got an e-mail from a student asking about a forward he'd recieved, which essentially suggested that since all Muslims are fundamentally disloyal, its a bad idea to support Obama. Here's my ( response. )
Sat, Feb. 16th, 2008, 08:11 am Magnetic Fields
Yesterday I had a neat lucky moment when I went to the Somerville Theater to see PT Anderson's "There Will Be Blood"; it turned out that the Magnetic Fields were playing at the theater, and that there were last-minute tickets available. Awesome! If you're not a fan, you should know that Stephin Merritt, who writes their songs, is bafflingly talented and clever; the songs range from whimsical to heartbreaking to bizarre, but they all bear listening to. One of the best parts of seeing them in concert is the fact that you get to hear the songs stripped bare: on their albums, the 'Fields tend to put a lot of electric effects and distortion into their music. Live, it's all acoustic, which makes songs like "I Thought You Were My Boyfriend" unironically haunting. Also, the opening act was a radio-show version of a story about two brothers who save a planet from imaginary monsters. More awesome. There were, however, a couple of ways in which the concert veered into unfortunate territory. 1) A drunk guy kept yelling at the band. They told him to shut up, but then later came on stage and admitted that actually he was an old friend of theirs. Which, really, is embarrassing for all concerned. 2) The 19-year-old girl sitting behind me was apparently worried that her boyfriend wouldn't think she liked the band. Before the show, she asked a number of questions, like: "They made an album called 69 love songs? That's a lot of songs." "Does that mean they're going to play all love songs?" Then DURING the show, in the same tone of voice and without apparent concern for those around her, she took it upon herself to narrate. Some samples of observations made DURING songs: "This song is funny." "This song is really ironic, because the tune is sweet and the lyrics are harsh." "This song is funny because he's pretending to be a girl - oh, no, he's gay!" "I really like this!" "This is so weird (giggle)!" One time, I read a book about little gnomes who put poop in the shoes of people who are insufferably boring - the kind of person who starts a conversation with something like "You know, babies have really small heads." I would not be surprised if this girl found something in her boots one day soon. Anyway, the other problem was that the Somerville Theater makes some interesting assumptions about people's butts. Specifically, the size of the chairs seem to imply that everyone's butt is about 11 inches across, which means some careful maneuvering if you want to sit down comfortably. This was not so bad for me, but the guy in front of me hadn't got his belt on tightly enough, so every time he stood up...well...I'll quote the girl behind me: "Um, wow. That's a butt. I really don't want to look at that. I'm just going to pretend I don't see the huge butt. It's like, a head, another head, and then a butt. Wow." Words to live by.
Sun, Feb. 10th, 2008, 12:27 am ::sigh::
this makes me sad. Apparantly it does, basically, come down to sexism.
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