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Wednesday, June 19, 2019

G:TBook Review

Courtesy of our OBX correspondent, a thoughtful review of what appears to be provocative and complex argument about the very future of the human race. My take? We're all fucked, but some of us will pass on in time to not really have to worry about it. That's not sardonic flippancy. It's what I actually believe. Maybe our ancestors will get lucky.

Author and activist Bill McKibben has banged the drum about climate change and inequality for 30 years. He’s stood on glaciers and visited remote villages where electricity is a rumor. He’s met with Silicon Valley executives and with subsistence level farmers.

McKibben’s latest book, Falter, treads familiar ground, but he asks a larger question: Has the human game begun to play itself out? He cites the twin perils of unchecked climate change and artificial intelligence as potentially altering human existence irrevocably moving forward.

He cites science, history, personal reporting and anecdotes and plenty of outside sources. There’s ample gloom and doom, but he also offers suggestions for how we might still walk back from the brink. For its weighty subject matter, it’s an interesting, breezy, almost conversational 256-page read.

As he wrote at the beginning of the book: “A writer doesn’t owe a reader hope – the only obligation is honesty – but I want those who pick up this volume to know that its author lives in a state of engagement, not despair. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have bothered writing what follows.”

Income inequality, McKibben writes, means that increasingly few people are making more and larger decisions about everyone else. Rising seas and expanding areas of drought mean that “the size of the board on which we’re playing will get smaller.”

He writes about a Randian, libertarian streak that has taken over the upper levels of the conservative movement for the past 40 years, from Reagan, Thatcher, the Bush presidencies, the Koch brothers, and now Trump. A triumph of the individual and the idea that a person’s value is measured by what they produce and what they earn, and that society and the collective are for suckers and mooches.

The oil companies, McKibben writes, were doing their own research about the possible damage from increased carbon dioxide levels as far back as the 1970s and essentially buried the findings. “Global warming is the ultimate problem for oil companies,” he writes, “because oil causes it, and it’s the ultimate problem for government haters because without government intervention you can’t solve it. Those twin existential threats, to cash and to worldview, meant that there was never any shortage of resources for the task of denying climate change.”

One of McKibben’s favorite words in the book is “leverage” – the outsized influence a small group of individuals or one industry wields. “The politics of one country for one 50-year period will have rewritten the geological history and crimped the human game,” he writes. “That’s what leverage looks like.”

The end of the human race, or our best hope for the future?
Discuss.
He also worries about artificial intelligence that smarts its way beyond our ability to control it. He writes that we may not be far away from the possibility of producing designer babies, who are smarter and stronger and better. Since that won’t be cheap, he says such a development could exacerbate inequality. And given the rapid rate of technological improvement, wouldn’t each batch of designer humans essentially become second-rate and less after a short time? If outcomes are programmed into people, doesn’t that diminish the human experience?

McKibben also writes that an inordinate number of powerful people in Silicon Valley are freaked out by death (who knew?), or rather obsessed with the idea of prolonging their own lives. There’s no shortage of start-ups involving new drugs or cryogenics or tech implants. An exceptionally smart gent named Ray Kurzweil, who’s the director of engineering at Google and who McKibben is fond of, hopes to live long enough so that nanobots can fix his aging cells and extend his life, or perhaps connect his brain to the cloud so that it may be implanted elsewhere and effectively live forever.

“The technologists at some level value individual humans too much,” he writes, “they value humanness far too little.”

But there’s hope, McKibben writes at the end of the book. It takes the form of solar panels and the non-violent protest movement. Solar panels can produce power cheaply and efficiently, particularly in places where there is none, such as African villages. Solar power can supplement and eventually replace fossil fuels, creating jobs and decreasing costs along the way. McKibben also takes heart from the non-violent movement, which helped turn the tide for women’s suffrage in this country, Indian independence under Gandhi, civil rights and gay marriage.

It won’t be easy, McKibben writes. Much damage has been done and we’re already a long way down the road. Many forces and much money are aligned against changing the status quo. But it’s possible and vital.

“The libertarian ideal of individual autonomy, which to one extent or another every modern human understands and cherishes,” he writes, “runs aground when the stakes get as high as ecological hell or human meaninglessness.”

Regardless of your politics, it’s a worthy read.

Monday, April 01, 2019

More zman Bouilliabaisse

1. Ron Weasley is a gangster

The kid who played Ron Weasley in the Harry Potter movies now plays a gangster in the TV show “Snatch.” It’s extremely loosely based on the movie “Snatch”—many grimy Britons, a little boxing, and lots of crime. It’s ultimately a comedy though, so all the capers go pear-shaped and the main characters are constantly scrambling to avoid getting nicked by the polis or turned over by bigger sharks. It’s a fun 47 minute diversion from reality. Sony’s American subsidiary produces the show so no one’s accent is so thick that you need subtitles to decipher what they’re saying. You can stream it for free on Crackle.



2. Go Ahead in the Rain

I’m trying to read more this year so I read “Go Ahead in the Rain” by Hanif Abdurraqib. It’s a short and well-written read about A Tribe Called Quest, their music and their impact on the author’s life. Sometimes it’s an album review, sometimes it’s a history lesson. Other times it’s an autobiography, cultural commentary on the meaning of everything. Perhaps most uniquely, in a few places it’s letters written directly to individual band members. It won’t change your life but I recommend it if you like Tribe, hiphop, music, or good writing.



3. Another playlist for Connell

Abdurraqib drops tons of 1990’s music references in his book, so much so that I became motivated to dig through the crates and put together another playlist for Connell. I told Connell I would do this last summer but I didn’t because I’m simultaneously lazy and overworked. But here it is, better late than never. Rather than go “bangin old school” I went “smoothed-out old school.” Enjoy.

Let’s Ride
Honeydips in Gotham
Who Got Da Props
Jive Talk
Fortified Live
After Hours
Passing Me By
Memory Lane
Straighten It Out
Just the Two of Us
Funky Lemonade
Buddy
Form of Intellect
Ya Know How it Goes
Where I’m From
40 Acres and My Props
The Truth

Saturday, August 20, 2016

zTravelogue: Media Reviews

I recently spent over 40 hours traveling to and from Japan. During this time I consumed a bunch of food and even more media--three movies and three books. I will attempt to channel Dave and provide pithy insightful reviews of each.

The Revenant

You've probably already seen this. I had not because I have two little kids who absolutely abuse babysitters so I've seen one movie in the theater in the past 5+ years, and by the time we put them to bed zwoman is too tired to watch more than an hour of TV so we only watch TV shows.

Anyway, it won three Oscars (actor, director, cinematography) so I had huge expectations. The movie was good but not great. To me it's just a standard revenge story, Grizzly Adams crossed with Gladiator or Kill Bill or Unforgiven. Like Gladiator it starts with an intense battle scene. And like all three, the protagonist and someone he loves go through a brutal experience that kill s the loved one(s). The protagonist is left for dead only to survive and come back and kill the people who wronged him and the person he loves in a remarkably violent climax.

To be fair, "brutal experience" doesn't do justice to what happens to Leonoardo DiCaprio.


The Revenant Bear Scene from Alamin Abadin on Vimeo.


Additional brutality befalls Leo--he seeks vengeance on a human, not the bear's cubs.

This was a fine way to pass 156 minutes, I'm just surprised that this was one of the best movies of 2015. I'm also surprised that DiCaprio finally won an Oscar for this performance--the role required very little range. All he had to do was act like he was fucked up by a bear, then act angry and fuck up a human. Did you see The Departed or Gangs of New York or even What's Eating Gilbert Grape? This seems like a lesser performance. But good for him on finally getting on Oscar.

Rating: 4 out of 5 airsickness bags.

Everybody Wants Some!!

This was positioned as a spiritual successor to Dazed and Confused, which I first saw in the DoG Street Theater and then saw at least 69 more times on VHS in FOG:TB Derek's room. Which is to say Dazed and Confused is one of my all-time favorite movies. It's perfect in so many thematic ways: paddles, whaleshit, "fry like bacon you little freshman piggies!" And then there's stuff like this with little gems sparkling up at you every time you watch:



Like Dazed and Confused, Everybody Wants Some takes place in Texas and involves students on summer break. Other similarities include a baseball montage and a protagonist who is a freshman guy who meets a girl and rapidly woos her during and after a party. And both were directed by Richard Linklater. Unlike Dazed and Confused, the students are college kids and they are enjoying the last 2 or 3 days of their summer vacation before classes start. And unlike Dazed and Confused, some of the camaraderie between the characters feels forced, the cinematography isn't as interesting, and I ultimately didn't care what happened to the characters.

But like the Revenant, it was a fine way to spend 117 minutes hurtling across the Pacific Ocean. I don't plan on watching it again and again though.

Rating: 3 out of 5 airsickness bags.

In the Heart of the Sea

Speaking of hurtling across, the Pacific OceanI previously opined that "In the heart of the sea is a great book, Moby Dick inspirations notwithstanding, but I don't see how it translates into a 90 minute movie." Director Ron Howard likely read my comment and took it to heart, drawing the film out for 122 minutes instead of 90. Unfortunately the book still didn't translate into a good movie.

In order to make the movie feel like a typical Hollywood story, Howard created beef between the captain (Pollard) and his first mate (Chase) right from the start. In the movie, Pollard got the captain job that Chase thought he deserved, the two men didn't know each other, Pollard didn't know how to sail and was a prick, and thus Chase resented/hated Pollard. But in the book they had previously sailed together and seemed to get along until they were months at sea and couldn't find any whales.

Chase is played by Chris Hemsworth who seems way too big to effectively move around on a rocking whaleship. Hemsworth affects an accent that is completely unrecognizable. I have no idea what he was going for but he ultimately sounds like a deaf truck driver from Long Island trying to impersonate Crocodile Dundee. All of this is to say that Hemsworth does not help the film.

Howard also cuts out a lot of the text on the art of whaling as well as a lot of the story. For example, there's no mention of eating tortoises, setting islands on fire, or visiting the Galapagos Islands. Howard somehow managed to take an incredibly compelling true story and make it feel like contrite Hollywood fiction. Not a good job by Opie Cunningham. At least it's better than this effort:



I don't regret watching this movie but I can't really encourage you to watch it either.

Rating: 2 out of 5 airsickness bags

Cod

This is an old book that I've been meaning to read for years but never got around to it until I was stuck at the Raleigh-Durham airport and saw it in the used bookstore. I started it then and finished it on my trip to Japan.

Mark Kurlansky likes to write about food and fishing, and cod is about both and more--Kurlansky writes at length about cod biology; baked cod; broiled cod; roasted cod; cod chowder; cod croquettes; cod stomp and go; cod bacalaitos; cod feroce; cod bouillabaisse; all the different varieties of salt cod; cod behavior; cod habitats; cod population growth and decline; cod fishing methods from antiquity through today; Cape Cod; New Englander's affection for cod; Englishmen's love of eating cod beyond all other flaky white fish; the Basque's penchant for catching cod; Iceland's economic dependence on cod; Spaniard's love of salt cod; how to clean cod; myriad ways to prepare cod roe; myriad ways to prepare cod tongue; myriad ways to prepare cod cheeks; how Clarence Birdseye invented frozen cod; how industrial cod fishing changed the world's economy; and all manner of other cod-related stuff.



I told you I would channel my inner Dave! All this fishy goodness is packed into about 230 pages, so it's a quick and pleasant read. That said, fans of natural history and oddball facts will enjoy this more than your average normal person. It's a book for Dave.

Rating: 3.5 out of 5 airsickness bags (unless you're Dave, then 4.5 out of 5)

When We Were Orphans

Kazuo Ishiguro wrote Remains of the Day, which I read and greatly enjoyed in Prof. Heacox's Contemporary Literature class. His later novel When We Were Orphans is not as good. In theory it's a detective novel--the main character is a detective who spends 3/4 of his life looking for his parents. Throughout the story he claims to solve all sorts of crimes, but the story never provides even a shred of detail regarding the crimes or how he solves them. He just talks about the fact that he solves crimes, ad nauseum, while pining away for some woman whom he says looks like a bird of prey. It's weird.

Set in Shanghai in the 1930's, during the Sino-Japanese War, an overly protracted portion of the book involves the main character slogging his way through bombed out rubble while bombs and bullets fly around him. So preposterous is this scene, and his motivation for the slog, that I began to believe the whole thing was a child's dream (the book starts in the main character's childhood). It isn't a dream. It's just weird.

And the conclusion is weird. I don't want to say that it was a let-down, but it kind of made me wonder why Ishiguro bothered to write the story in the first place. Immediately upon finishing the book, I quoted Ryan Lochte and said "Whatever."

But it kept me entertained for five straight hours and some of the writing is damn good. You could do worse. But if you're into stories set in Shanghai during the Sino-Japanese War, watch Empire of the Sun.

Rating: 3 out of 5 airsickness bags

In a Dark, Dark Wood

I was desperate for something to read and grabbed this at the tiny Hudson News next to my gate at SFO. I hadn't heard of it, and my other options were some tripe I'd heard of or some tripe I'd already read. This book is tripe too.

It's a mystery novel with no plot twist, no surprise, no ... mystery. The cover quotes Reese Witherspoon's assertion to "Prepare to be scared ... really scared!" but nothing scary happened. Just a bunch of British people in a house in a dark wood. A dark, dark wood, one might say.

It gave me something to do between San Francisco and Newark, but that's about it.

Rating: 2 out of 5 airsickness bags

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

The G:TB Review of Books: Hinkle Fieldhouse: Indiana's Basketball Cathedral

Eric Angevine is a proud member of the CAA diaspora, his ODU Monarchs now a part of some far-flung conference that isn't Virginia-based. One of the proprietors of the late, lamented Storming the Floor blog (which remains intact on tumblr), we first connected with him over a shared affinity for CAA hoops. He even published a long, whingey piece we wrote on W&M basketball's historical 'achievements' back in 2008 (lost, sadly, to the sands of time - trust me, it was pretty great).

He's also the author of Hinkle Fieldhouse: Indiana's Basketball Cathedral, which will be released on March 2 as a part of Arcadia Publishing's Landmarks series.

Angevine's written about college basketball for ESPN.com, CBS, NBC, and a number of other generally more reputable outlets than ours, but we're pleased and grateful that he spent a generous amount of time answering our moronic questions about his new book. We're told that we're important in reaching the jackass demographic, so we're happy to help. G:TB's questions in bold, with Eric's answers following. Probably should've given the guest of honor the bold-type treatment, I guess:

Hinkle's obviously one of the great cathedrals of college hoops, but there are certainly others. What convinced you to choose Hinkle as the subject of a book? 

This was actually almost a case of the butterfly effect. Back in 2010, before Butler had been to the Final Four, I was freelancing for ESPN, and the Final Four was going to be in Lucas Oil Stadium. I had always wanted to see Hinkle, so I proposed making a trip there and making it do double duty: I'd write about Lucas Oil for one article and Hinkle in another. As it turned out, Butler was the big story that year, and both articles got a lot of views and were re-run a couple of times. So, when the History Press was looking for someone to write this book, and all the reputable writers had said no, they found my articles and asked me if I'd do it. I said hell yes.

In retrospect, there are things about Hinkle that make it an ideal subject for this kind of book. Tony Hinkle as the sort of human embodiment of the athletic program for decades gives it a through-line. The single-class high school basketball tournament being played there allowed me to write about players like George McGinnis, Oscar Robertson, John Wooden, and others who never suited up for Butler. And the building hosted presidential speeches frequently, so that gave me a lot to write about.

What's the relationship between the Butler student body/community and Hinkle? Do they revere it, or is it just another building on campus? 

It's a very tight bond. There are only around 2,000 students at Butler, so you could put every one of them in the building on game day and still have room for all of the alumni and fans who want to attend. The fieldhouse is also used as classroom space and the school's commencement is held there, so even those who might not love sports the way we do have a deep connection to it.

We know the Hoosiers story, and Butler's history at Hinkle. Since our producers haven't been able to procure an advance copy of the book for us to read and prepare questions, what was the most interesting story about the building that you uncovered in your research? Also, do you have any leads on producers, as we seem to need some?

Like you, I felt I had a pretty good grasp on the building's basketball legacy, so it was some of the other events that really drew me in as I researched them. In the 1930s, the building hosted a six-day bicycle race, which was apparently a huge deal back then. I spoke with a historian who really brought the event to life for me. I also loved getting volleyball legend Karch Kiraly on the phone to talk about the 1987 Pan Am Games, when he and his teammates faced off against Cuba during the cold war (though he said it was blazing hot inside un-air-conditioned Hinkle that summer).

Basketball-wise, the story that meant the most to me, and that I hope I got 100% right, is the story of Oscar Robertson and Crispus Attucks becoming the first segregated all-black team to win a state title. It happened the year after the Milan Miracle, and it didn't resonate as much with the state at large, so I felt it needed to be told and emphasized as an important historical event. (Note: this story is excerpted on NBC Sports Game Changers site.)

You have an undergraduate degree from Kansas (if we have our research right). Were you a big basketball fan before you made your first trip to Allen Fieldhouse, or was that formative for you? For those of us that have never attended a game in the Phog, give us a sense of what it's like to be part of 'Rock, Chalk, Jayhawk'.

I should have my degree from Kansas. I spent five years there but was defeated by Calculus. I went back to school at Old Dominion as an adult to finish up, which is how I stumbled into the bad part of town and met you losers. (Editor's note: Of COURSE we didn't have our research right. Probably Teejay's fault.)

HOWEVER, Kansas was THE formative influence in my reverence for college ball. I was a freshman in 1988 when Danny and the Miracles won it all. Prior to that season, I had a passing interest in the game, which was the annual talk of the town in Lawrence, of course. But that was the first time it really felt like my team, and I was hooked.

Allen Fieldhouse is an unusual structure. It's huge inside, but the acoustics are ideal. It gets loud. And the rock chalk chant is haunting as it echoes throughout the arena. As for how it feels? I got goose bumps just typing that sentence.

Obvious question here, perhaps, but you've now got a foundation from which to tackle other great collegiate hoops landmarks. Is that something that you're planning? What great old arena(s) interest you from a historical perspective? 

I actually sent a promo postcard to the staff at Williams Arena in Minneapolis with the note Got Next? That's a hidden gem that I've never been to, and I suspect I could find some good stories. My bucket list still includes The Pit in Albuquerque, Rose Hill Gym at Fordham, and Gallagher-Iba Arena in Stillwater, OK. Now that I have some publisher street cred, I would love to leverage it into more writing about old, possibly endangered venues.

Counting Michael Litos and Jerry Beach, we now know three authors of books about sports. Do you think you could take the other two in a game of '21'?

Oh, god, I just pictured that game in my head. There are no winners. I do have a sneaking suspicion that Litos cheats, so he'd probably win.

The book is subtitled, 'Indiana's Basketball Cathedral', and Hinkle had a close association with Indiana high school hoops for decades. How do people in the rest of the state view the building today? Is it considered part of the state's heritage, or now that Butler has ascended to a more national profile, does the rest of Indiana downplay the historical association?

It is a statewide point of pride for exactly the reason you mention. Just about every corner of the state can point to some local team or player who made his mark there. I wondered if younger generations had lost that reverence, since the high school game is no longer played there, but I spoke to Brandon Crone, who played for Butler under Todd Lickliter, and he assured me that the mystique was still present for his generation.

How does the gameday experience at Hinkle compare to other arenas you've visited? Are the soft pretzels there as bad as the ones Teejay and I ate at LaSalle's Gola Arena?

It's a fantastic gameday experience, because it starts feeling special as you're walking from your parking spot, and you see the building in the distance. Then you go inside and wander around and look at the historical displays in the corridors. There's no secret entrance to the floor, so you end up passing the team in the hallways. And I love the moment early in the game when the bulldog Trip runs across the floor and the student section gives him a massive rawhide chew toy to enjoy during the game.

In the old Hinkle, there was almost no room for concessions, and I don't remember anything they served being particularly special. Not sure if that's changed in the renovated space. But Trip usually shares the rawhide (not a euphemism) so I never get hungry.

Please tell us the book has pictures from the Sonja Henie Ice Show. Or at least a Mellencamp concert.

I wish. I keep hearing about some of these other events that happened there, but I could never find pictures.

When William and Mary makes the NCAA Tournament and plays Kansas in the first round, you'll be rooting for the Tribe, correct?

Incorrect. I know rooting for Kansas is like rooting for Darth Vader in some circles, but I grew up in Lawrence, so it'd be like rooting against my own childhood. However, I am a rational fan. When one of those small schools takes down the Jayhawks, I'm happy for them. I don't get the logic of being mad at another team for taking advantage of your own failures. And if it was the Wrens, I guarantee I'd be thrilled for them. I guess I could live with the fact that it would make you guys insufferable to be around.