Random thoughts on most things from A. M. Craig.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Found

I try to keep my eyes open. It's helpful for a reporter, but really a trait everybody should strive for.

I was at D.I. yesterday, and looked at an old digital camera they had. It was a Kodak Easyshare, just like one I still have and use. They're simple but durable. My 2 MP still works after 5 years and gives crystal clear pictures, plenty big (don't believe the megapixel myth).

This camera still had shots on the internal memory, and one video.

I copied them to an SD card I had in my pocket*.



I wonder if they have copies of these pictures? Seem like memories they'd want to keep, missions and weddings and all. Maybe they copied them to a card like I did.



*Yes, I keep a variety of flash memory on my person at most times.

Also on Friday, I found this note on campus. I submitted it to Found Magazine.



Sounds like she loves you, Bradley. That's great, man. The best of luck to both of you.

I had some more pictures found on memory cards from Seattle this summer. I went to the Value Village there all the time. Being spitting distance from Microsoft headquarters, there were plenty of old digital cameras there, many still with memory cards, many still with pictures.

I'm really sad I deleted them, now that I have enough content to post.

Everything's Amazing, Nobody's Happy

This video passed through my facebook profile. I saw that somebody else had posted it, thought it was fantastic, and reposted on mine. Then my friends did the same. Apparently, we're not the only ones. Louis CK became an Internet sensation from this interview he did last Fall on Conan O'Brien.



He is, of course, talking about me and mine. But I was glad to have it pointed out. I couldn't stop smiling and laughing as I watched. Believe it or not, there are those who know me who think I could do with more of that smiling and laughing.

So thanks, Louis.

via CrunchGear via Jaunted via The Economist.

Bald and Beautiful

I heard about this right when it happened, right when a woman in Springville sent an email and picture to us here at the station.

Why, then, didn't it occur to me to go down there myself (or send a friend with a camera and steady hand) to get some pictures and footage of the Bald Eagles to sell as stock footage? How often am I going to see a bunch-o-Bald Eagles? I've only ever seen it once, just outside tiny Oroville WA, in the Fall of 2003. Why didn't I think of that then?

I swear, when I am a self-employed man, I'm going to be doing this kind of thing always.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Urban Camoflage


I post this mostly for one reason. That is so Rob can share it, and get it circulating through GReader.

Rob, no pressure. You just do what you feel is right.

via BoingBoing

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Nate and Annelisa's Reception

I'm going through some old things of mine, and found these Polaroids form last Summer.

These are my friends Nate and Annelisa. I went to their reception at Annelisa's house, which is more picturesque than you know, at least in Summer. I'm sure they were surprised to see me there. I don't know them all that well, and it was quite a drive from Seattle. But I wanted to go, and I'm glad I did.

I've wondered if there wouldn't be a niche for a photographer to specialize in old looking photographs by old photography methods. It would be interesting to have a contemporary daguerreotype hanging up in your house. These Polaroids are anachronistic enough, the options are pretty wide open.













I like couples. They're happier.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

The end of the story


Paul Harvey died today. He was a great broadcaster. I hope to learn things from his life. Thanks for your stories, and your story, Paul.

Sunrise

This is the thought that was floating through my head upon waking this morning: Would the major world religions (Abrahamic; Jewdaism, Christianity, and Islam) be monotheistic if the Earth orbited a twin star, or had multiple moons?

That's the kind of head I have stuck between my ears. I've been watching and reading too much science fiction. Three silly old sci-fi movies in the past 2 days (for class) does strange things.

The viewing list included:
-Quatermass and the Pit (1967) in class Thursday.
-Village of the Damned (1960) in class Thursday.
-The Last Woman on Earth (1960) while interning at ABC 4. It was on the Utah Education Network's Sci Fi Friday, a good thing to know about when I'm stuck working Friday nights.

Now you know, if there were any doubt left. I'm a genuine nerd.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Trashout

This is pretty heartbreaking. I knew things were bad, I didn't realize it adds up like a house-fire.



"What happens to junk left behind in foreclosed homes?" via boingboing.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Sundance '09

I know I'm late on this. I don't much care.

I went with some friends this year, just went without much of a plan. And it worked out, amazingly enough.

We saw Paper Heart, with Michael Cera (of Arrested Development fame) and Charlyne Yi. When the presenter stood to introduce the film, he said the Sundance screeners had a hard time defining which genre this would fit in. Strange, it seemed to me, that people with such extensive experience would have a hard time with that. They must know every genre, sub-genre, and cult niche there is. But after seeing Paper Heart, that problem made more sense.

The story centers around Charlyne Yi (played by Charlyne Yi) on her search for love. Not for herself, mind you, just love anywhere. She doubts it's very existence. So Charlyne and the film crew goon the road to see if they can locate actual, true love.

A variety of people are interviewed, from a divorcee, to aged grandparents, to a gay couple in New York, to children on the playground. The interviews are genuine and genuinely entertaining. Their authenticity is warming, capturing the unscripted heart of each subject. A good documentary does that.

But, this isn't any documentary. In fact, it might not be a documentary at all, depending on the stricness of your definition. On the road, Charlyne meets Michael Cera (played by Michael Cera), and romance buds. Charlyne, ever the skeptic, might be turned by Michael's soft spoken wit.

But this part is scripted.

So, documentary? Drama? Comedy? It is very funny, for sure. This is one of the strangest blendings since Shaun of the Dead, a romantic zombie comedy (rom-zom-com, for those in the know). What do we call Paper Heart, then? A Docu-dramedy?

Whatever you call it, you'll love it. It was a good movie, on a subject everybody knows in one way or another. You'll be happy you saw it.

The second viewing was a little more challenging. We saw William Kunstler: Disturbing the Universe. Kunstler was maybe the most controversial attorney of the second half of the 20th century. His clientel ranged from now renowned civil rights pioneers to known terrorists, from openly persecuted American Indians to incorrigible hippies. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to his choice of cases, though later on in his career, he tended toward higher profile defendants.

Part of what made the film interesting was not only the subject, but the perspective. The biopic was written, directed, and edited by Kunstlers daughters, Emily and Sarah Kunstler. The duo prove an able pair. They know the subject well, and included many home videos. They also had the advantage of countless documents and archival footage of their father at rallys, on marches, and in media interviews.

Kunstler vacillates between hero and monster. He never pauses for long, and you're never sure where he is headed. Probably the most stirring part of this sometimes poignant documentary is a speech he makes near the end. It's simply footage of Kunstler speaking at a rally. He explains that legality is not the end all of right and wrong. Six million jJews killed during the holocaust. Legal. Jesus lifted on a cross to die. Legal.

In short, it was fascinating.

But part of the fun of Sundance, of course, is the convergence of so many film makers. We weren't disappointed this year.

Charlyne.

Director Nicholas Jasenovec, actor Michael Cera, actor Jake M. Johnson, who played Nicholas Jasenovec in the movie (I know, it's confusing), Charlyne, and...some other guy.



D. Smith got this shot, and thinks it's too sharp a portrait to be believable. No, really, he's a real celebrity, folks.

The crew behind William Kunstler: Disturbing the Universe.

Looks like a nice guy, right? Maybe he is, but he's also a bit of a loon. Every time the mic was in front of him, he would start pushing for abortion and Communism. One of Kunstler's former clients, arrested for burning the American flag outside the Republican National Convention in 1980. Hated, hated Reagan. Funny, because we were sitting on the second row, and I was wearing my Ronald Reagan tee shirt. No joke.

Emily and Sarah Kunstler

Royal Pain

If I ever have pets, plural, I will name them:

1) Baron
2) Duke
3) Ceasar, &
4) King

However, the odds of me getting any pet, much less four, are very slim. I'd have to have very persuasive family members.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Oscar


Good job Hollywood! Give yourselves a big pat on the back! Oh wait...you are...right now.

I'm watching the Academy Awards. It's fun, it is, despite some uninspired musical medleys. But I wonder if film makers take themselves too seriously. Seems like sheer self-aggrandizement. When it comes down to it, they're entertainers, and some of them are making a real bid at being opinion leaders.

I suppose there isn't any group more apt for this kind of celebration. Actors, writers, directors, people whose stated profession is theatricality. And all the glitz and glam broadcast to the world, no less.

Don't get me wrong, though. I'd love to get one of those statues some day.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Alternatives

I guess I'm not a pet person. But if I was, I'd highly consider my options. For instance, instead of a chimpanzee, I'd think about getting a sloth. Less risky, it turns out.



Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Commodification

Fascinating talk. He vocalizes some ideas I've had percolate in my own mind, but never coalesced into coherent, concrete concepts.



I've even had a couple business ideas that revolve around this idea of marketing authentic experience. Remember that haunted audio I wanted to do? I think that falls in line with what he says.

Character



Are we seeing a trend in what the brightest minds around think of formalized education? I swear it, when I am in any position of influence, that will be one of the first things to change.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

World Changing

Jamais Cascio gets it.



I have to work with these people. Not Jamias Cascio, necessarily, or the World Changing group he's talking about, or even the people at TED, though any one of those would be nice. I mean I have to work with people of like mind and vision, who think broadly, deeply, and long term. People who think in terms of possibilities and desirable outcomes.

I just don't know many of them here.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Inside the Meltdown

Frontline is one of the best programs on television. Any station, any style. I've mentioned it before. It's simply good. I hope I have time to watch this one.

Lower

I've always walked faster than most people. There seems little reason not to when I've some place to be.

Across the quad, toward the Arts Center, my thin jacket blows a bit in the wind, but keeps me warm enough. I open the first set of doors with a swift and deliberate motion. I pause. There, on the other side of the second glass doors, a woman in a wheelchair, pulling up to the automatic opener.

I can take the time to hold the door, at the very least. The second set of doors open with less vigor than the first, and stay propped against my planted foot.

When she sees that I'm holding the door for her, she tilts the control forward, compelling her motored chair.

She moves toward the doors I've just come through, but stops and motions toward me, as though to speak. Maybe whatever has left her in this chair also left her without voice.

I stoop to listen, and she wispers.

"Your fly is down."

St. Valentine

"I sometimes think I'll die fabulously wealthy, in a mansion, surrounded by servants, and completely alone."

(Laughing) "No you won't! Huh, but I guess I can see that. Like Montgomery Burns. Except without Smithers."

I was hoping for more of a "Citizen Kane" comparison. Seems even that was a bit idealistic.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Darby Free Library

The oldest public library in the country might close. I hope it doesn't.

Genius

I really enjoyed this talk. I've experienced pretty much every part of what she talks about. It's why I feel compelled to always have a writing instrument with me, I have to catch the ideas before they get away. Maybe I'm worrying too much about it.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Little Man Winneth!

Without fail, every time you sit David Peterson down in front of a video game, there will be a constant stream of nonsense to leave his mouth. It's like he's speaking in tongues. He doesn't even know what he's saying.




In case you're wondering, he's playing "Super Mario Brothers 3" on our Nintendo. On a 96" screen.



There are actually two more videos of this, but Google Video is telling me they have copyrighted material in them, which they most certainly do not. Just goes to show.


Actually, this is a pretty specific part of his sense of humor. The more a thing lacks sense, the more Dave will find it funny.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Little Brother


Dreamt last night that my mother, somehow, miraculously had another set of twins, like my sister and me. They were a boy and a girl. Angela and I were playing with them, me with the baby boy and Angela with the girl, as though with our younger selves. When I woke, it was the first time I ever remember really wishing I had a little brother.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Smaller

I bought a very nice sweater at Nordstom Rack a few weeks ago. A really nice, brown, unbelievably soft sweater. With a small embroidered penguin. Then I washed in in warm water.

Now I have a sweater fit for a child's doll. It shrunk much more than you might think.

On that note, here are some pointers on how to deal with clothes you want to keep forever. Pointers from a die-hard metal fan. Enjoy.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

TED 2009

TED is happening right now. If you're not familiar with TED, you should change that. It started, to my understanding, as a Technology, Education, and Design conference, but has evolved into a gathering of the worlds greatest minds and innovators from every walk of life and every discipline.

I once had the goal of being invited to TED (it was in invite only occasion) but now anyone can go, it'll just cost you several thousand dollars.

They post videos online of their talks. Amazing stuff, pick a topic, you won't be disappointed.

First Contact

I can only imagine how exciting it would be to talk to the ISS on a machine you built.

This is Not a Coincidence

Last week, boingboing posted about how many LED traffic signs never get their default passwords changed. It's easy to change the message on the sign when the password is the same as when it came off the factory line.

This week, MSNBC.com is reporting that road signs in at least three states have been "hacked".



Doesn't take much to "hack the system" when ABSOLUTELY NO PRECAUTIONARY MEASURES are taken by the road crews that operate these things.

Just sayin'.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Project

I want a projector in my phone, and it looks like that day is finally approaching.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Visit

You know who I saw once? My home teachers. I remember. They came to see me once.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

G1-UP

I never did post a review of the G1. 

I've gone through several stages with that phone. I bought it in a fevered hurry, as though it were going to dissolve in front of my with nothing comprable ever appearing again. 

I got it early and it rarely left my hand for the next while, a couple weeks, maybe.

But then the honeymoon began to ebb, and my satisfaction waned.

The battery dies much too fast. It's frequently unresponsive. The asymmetry when it's open bothers me. The GPS only works under perfecct conditions. The original design had more appealing textures.

Even Android it's as much a Dream is it was made out to be. Applications quit all the time. There is still some streamlining on the UI that needs to happen. And while it has broad ability in it's functions, the whole experience seems disjointed.

That is why I want to sup-up my phone the same way some people do their cars. I've already started. 

I bought a 16 GB MicroSD card that came in the mail the other day. It's the size of the fingernail of my index finger. This may be the first time since I watched the Men in Black trailer from a floppy disk in 7th grade that the capacity of personal tech has amazed me. 

The next step will be to get a headphone adapter, something that should have been included in the original package. After that is the extended battery. It'll make the whole thing larger, but it'll be worth it to not have my phone die early evening every day. Then some colorware options. Possibly an invisible shield. And after that, the worlds smallest bluetooth headset. If I really wanted to be superfluous, I'd get a Redfly addition. I know they aren't popular, but I think I'd actually get some utility out of something like this. Finally, if I'm really intent on going completely overboard and spending a small fortune on a phone that will be obsolete in 2 years, I'll get it waterproofed.

There are more options, I'm sure, but it would take some serious hackery to get any further than that on the hardware. As it is, I've already set out for myself quit the financial obstacle.
We'll see. Maybe over time I'll realize all this.


UPDATE: I just stumbled upon this hysterical accessory. The absurdity is a selling point in my eyes. I might get it. Might.

Friday, January 16, 2009

This must be a bit like Synesthesia


Bars & Tones from André F. Chocron on Vimeo.

Mind Blown


wingsuit base jumping from Ali on Vimeo.

There really aren't words. You'll just have to watch.

I think it's a bit unfortunate that these men are doing something that seems so epic, fulfilling the timeless dream of flight, flight with no engine, not propeller, simply a man with wings. And what do they have to say about it?

"Dude, man, that was totally sweet. He coulda' like died, but man, it was aaaall good, bro!"

I exaggerate, but still.

Never Seen Star Wars

I don't have time to explain, really, but THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE SEEN IN A VERY LONG TIME. That's all you need to know.


Star Wars: Retold (by someone who hasn't seen it) from Joe Nicolosi on Vimeo.

I'm not kidding, I can't stop laughing.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

In the Industry

Dreamt last night that D. Smith and I went to a movie, and Matt Damon was there. He wasn't promoting a new movie or a premier. No, we was selling tickets and popcorn. We asked him what the deal was, and he told us he wasn't working on a movie right then, so he thought he'd get some part time work at the theater.

Makes sense, I thought. He's already in the industry.


Saturday, January 10, 2009

A Man After My Own Heart

I mean more Larry Lessig than Stephen Colbert.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Day Three. Done.

The semester has been going now for two and a half days. I've never wanted to drop out of college more. I hate being here.

People say I'll miss this place when I'm gone. Rest assured, I will not. I will miss some people. I will not miss school. I'll leave and never turn back.

You might think I'm exaggerating, that I don't really mean this. I do mean it. I mean every word.

Please don't get me wrong. I like my classmates (some more than others) and I really like several teachers. There are even a few who have shown some small interest in teaching me.

But at my most fundamental depth, I hold in high and deserved contempt virtually any form of bureaucracy, institutional red tape, regulation, policy, paperwork, need for signature, homework, grades, standardized tests, accreditation, "priority", taskmaster, or mechanical apathy.

I've been told that's just how life is, that we simply must live like this. That's not true. These people, good people, have been lied to, and they believed it. It's not just this way. It's been made this way, and the longer anybody slaves through any machine like a drone, the longer that machine perpetuates.

I've been in school far too long. By being here, I'm living my own personal hell. It's against policy for anybody here to give a damn.

UPDATE: Four hours after writing this, I feel I need to repent of my bitterness. I'm sorry I feel this way, and sorrier I decided to publish it.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Back from the Break

I fixed up my computer and hooked up my webcam.



The Roommates are back. And then this happened.

Reminds me of something that happened last year.

It was a good break, and not over, thankfully.

I'm heading to California tomorrow. No reason to go, other than it's someplace else. A trip for the sake of a journey. I'll bring a camera and let you know how it all goes.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Panasonic HDC-SD100

Some day I'd like to have a camera like this.

Small. Tapeless. Full manual control. It would come in very handy.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas

I hope you all enjoy Christmas (or your holiday of choice) with you families. Here is a completely unrelated thought.

Jumped the shark:

-Facebook (domestically)
-Blogging
-Will Smith

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Post Finals

The day after finals were over, I had a dream that I remembered. Been a while since I remembered a dream, I think because I have been waking up to an awful alarm every morning for the past couple months. It was the first time in a long time that I just woke up.

20 Dec 2008
Dreamt about:
•a pretty girl who I thought wouldn't be in to me because of how rich a family she came from, and there are no guarantees I'd be able to provide the luxury she was accustomed to.
•catching little crabs in a creek bed off the side of the road
•skateboarding to the grocery store
•seeing my friends Rob Brill and Christian Axelguard there (Christian worked there)
•losing my skateboard at the grocery store
•searching all over the old building for my skateboard
•finding a closet that had windows and no real floor, just cushions that were layered down for as far down as I carred to look.
•a "bullet" in the closet that must have been @ least 2 feet long, with hard plastic fins on the back for stabilization. More like an arrow or small missile that would be fired out of a gun.
•and yes, kids, we've reached the fateful day when steampunk has made it's way into my subconscious. Outside the window on this closet was a roof, on the roof was a pedal powered steampunk style generator, with brass or copper pipes and lots of moving parts, not unlike what dock brown built in back to the future 3. There was a guy peddling on it, the builder I assumed. He had long hair and looked a bit unkempt. I opened the window and asked him about the machine, and then i woke up.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Teddy

NOTE: I'm really sorry about the auto-playing video, but it's the only way.

Well, another piece of Spielberg fiction is being brought to life at M.I.T.

Is it truly strange that I'm pretty acquinted with the work of this guy's faculty mentor, Dr. Cynthia Breazeal?



How similar is that going to be to Teddy from the popularly despised A.I.? I think I was one of...four people; I've counted four people who liked that movie.



I honestly wasn't crazy about the storytelling in A.I., but I...just...love...robots.



Stan Winston, R.I.P.
I wouldn't mind a toy like that bear. Toys that play back. It'd be fun.

And really, it's only a matter of time before that's a reality
.

Finale

For better or worse, the institutionally sanctioned torture ritual of "Finals" is almost over. Just a couple hours to go.

But you should listen to this song till I have time to talk again.

Thanks, Rob, for pointing this one out. New favorite.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

"Professional" Spokesperson

Are you ready for a good laugh? Really? Okay, okay, but you have to give me some feedback after you click here and scroll down to "Austin".

Found this thing on craigslist, saying they were looking for people with experience in front of a camera. I figured it couldn't hurt. Comparatively, I don't think I did too bad.

18 Dec 2008 UPDATE: They called me today with a gig. I couldn't make it, the shoot would be tomorrow, and I still have a lot to finish for finals. But it's good to know somebody watched it and thought I was good.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Education

I'm at the library, desperately trying to catch up to where I need to be to do well enough in my classes. The guys on either side of me, though, don't seem too worried. On the left, we have a rousing game of some Pirate's of the Carribean MMO game. My right hand man at the moment is catching up on some old episodes of Heros.

I don't know why I'm here. I don't know why I'm doing this. I hate school. I hate it.

TESLA

I've been hearing about the Tesla Roadster for long enough, now. I want to see one on the road.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Finals

One term paper down, a couple more and a couple tests to go.

To hold you over till I can start blogging again, here is the paper I wrote analyzing and comparing WALL•E and *batteries not included.

Lovable Little Tin Men

The permutations of science fiction are almost as many as the branches of actual scientific study. There are experiments gone wrong, time travel, alternate history , post apocalyptical, cyber-punk, steam-punk, hard, soft, and the tried and true space adventure, just to name a few. These sub-genres intersect and overlap with themselves and other genres altogether, and they’ll continue to do so until their conventions are entirely absorbed by fresher forms. I’ll be discussing and analyzing a specific subset in the sci-fi realm, but isn’t found on the shelf of the sci-fi isle in your local video rental store. While the uncanny, inhuman, slimy space alien may be the norm for much of sci-fi, I’ll be looking at the family friendly lovable little robot who could, found in both WALL•E and *batteries not included.

Pixar’s WALL•E follows the diminutive sole survivor from a fleet of clean-up robots, meant to make the world livable again after hyper-consumerism leaves the landscape a trash laden wasteland. His role is made clear to us very early on, with opening shots of the towering trash heaps, and our protagonist dutifully rolling around, compacting all the detritus. But this worn rust box is surprisingly likable. He exhibits curiosity, playfulness, and kindness. He collects whatever interests him from the piles left by Earth’s former inhabitants, things as quirky as sporks, lawn gnomes, and Rubik’s cubes. He sings and dances to Hello Dolly! on VHS cassette. He has a panic when he thinks he’s literally run over his one and only friend in the world, his cockroach sidekick. He even shows some romanticism before the romantic interest is even introduced, as he gazes longingly at the stars. He is, in fact, everything a good person would aim to be.

In 1987 a similar set of characters were introduced. Steven Spielberg produced *batteries not included, but it was a then unknown screen writer who provided one of the most tangible real-world links to the 2008 hit WALL•E. Brad Bird must have some affinity for robots. With almost half of his writing credits featuring a remarkable robot somewhere in the story, it shouldn’t be surprising to see his name in the writing credits of *batteries not included. WALL•E was written and directed by Andrew Stanton, but Bird’s The Incredibles came out only a few short years before from the very same studio.

*batteries not included centers around a decaying apartment complex in New York City. The tenants are few, most having been bribed or otherwise coerced into moving. Those left include an aged couple. The husband manages a diner on the ground floor. His wife’s dementia makes it all the more difficult for him maintain his own sanity. There is also a retired and mostly mute heavyweight boxer, a poor artist, and a single mother-to-be. By themselves, they seem only a minor obstacle for a big time real estate developer and his hired thugs, who plan to erect a series of skyscrapers in the very same spot. It’s only a matter of days before their brick home (and whole world) is leveled to make way for modern glass and steel obelisks.

Then drops from the sky, with no explanation, two of the most unlikely saviors. In true deus ex machina fashion, two tiny alien robots come to start a family and save the defenseless of New York. They manage to scare away the thugs, enliven the almost defeated tenants, and ultimately rebuild the entire structure from rubble. Throughout all this, they teach the tenants (and the audience) a thing or two about family, children, and love.

Wait, family, children, and love? We are talking about space alien robots, right?

What separates *batteries not included and WALL•E from their contemporaries in sci-fi is their family centered nature. They are more than simply family friendly films, though they certainly lack any offensive content. Each is a family centered film thematically, despite having as the central character what on the surface would seem the least lovable, least human thing imaginable; a cold hunk of metal.

First things first, how is a little piece of almost mute metal so likable? Nobody in reality has any particular love for their toaster, why should we care for a trash-compactor on wheels? Or why should we care about flying saucers outside of an academic interest? Normally, we wouldn’t. But animators and special effects artists have done an effective job of approximating the most lovable thing around, children and babies. Our robots mimic their behavior, with each robot moving dynamically and sometimes unpredictably, with lights adding to their movement, and most importantly, by having expressive eyes. When you put eyes on that toaster, you have the beginnings of a Disney classic, evidenced by The Brave Little Toaster, also from 1987.

For these characters, the eyes are less for them to see than for us to see them. Scott McCloud argues in Understanding Comics that we as humans not only see ourselves in everything around us, but we often can’t help but see ourselves. This is undeniably the situation whenever something has what we perceive as eyes. Whether it’s an electrical outlet or a potato, it instantly becomes recognizable as an individual entity once it has eyes.

A Yiddish proverb says the eyes are the mirror of the soul. The character designers of *batteries not included and WALL•E must have taken this to heart. Andrew Stanton said his inspiration for the look of WALL•E came when he was at a baseball game, and noticed that the binoculars he was holding seemed almost like a pair of big melancholy eyes. WALL•E‘s eyes are actually the only thing that constitute his face. The same can be said for his love interest EvE. In fact, almost all of the likable robots in WALL•E have discernable eyes. The more expressive they are, the more lovable the character is. If the character is someone we should be wary of, they will have only one eye, like AUTO or GO-4, or no eyes, like SECUR-T. In *batteries not included, the eyes are the only thing that make the saucers distinguishable as entities rather than vessels. They open and close with mechanical eyelids and change colors to show change in mood. Again, the eyes aren’t part of the face, they are the face, and our mirror to the soul on what would otherwise be totally soulless.
The importance of the eyes is also evident near the climax of each film. When WALL•E is damaged by the collapsing pillar on the Lido Deck, the damage is most clear on his left eye. When Carlos swings an ax at the small saucer in *batteries not included, he hits it, not on the back, not underneath, but right on the eye. Something dead is necessarily something soulless, and if the film maker wants to communicate a life-threat to these mechanical characters, he has to destroy their eyes, our mirror to the soul. But don’t worry, they get repaired. These are family films, after all.

So we’ve established that our characters have eyes, and thus, a soul. What does a film maker do with that? It seems they tell stories about family, children, and love, with our rust-bucket protagonists facilitating the examples.

From the moment WALL•E lays eyes on EVE, we can tell it’s love at first sight. He dotes on her and pridelessly pursues her affection in return. His devotion takes him to outer space when she is retrieved, and there we find more examples of family and love, WALL•E playing both leading man and matchmaker. He accidentally knocks John off his hover-chair, and makes a new friend. He unintentionally jolts myopic Mary from her encompassing display. It’s WALL•E’s chance meeting with these two that lends itself to their chance meeting later on, when they both notice WALL•E and EVE “dancing” outside the ship, itself a form of courtship. They accidentally touch hands, reminiscent of WALL•E’s hope to hold EVE’s hand. It’s the beginning of courtship, leading to marriage, leading to family.

Later on when AUTO tilts the ship in an attempt to maintain control from the captain, we see the “big baby” population helplessly sliding across the deck, too fat to stand, unable to right themselves. When actual babies start to slide from the nursery down toward the obese pile, it’s John and Mary who save them, with Mary shouting, “John, get ready to have some kids!” We see here again a progression, from a pair to a family, even if it is only suggested.

The imagery is even more explicit in *batteries not included. The robots themselves bear offspring, with every stage displayed, from mating through pregnancy to birth. Along with them, we’re shown their human counterpart, with Marisa clearly pregnant, her boyfriend away, and a new suitor recently made available when his girlfriend leaves. That Mason and Marisa will be together at the end of the film is a foregone conclusion as soon as they are on screen together.

Along with identifying each machine as an individual with a heart and soul, these films take care to establish gender roles. There is little doubt that WALL•E is a boy. While he isn’t some hulking imposing figure, he is utilitarian, dirty, boxy, and mechanical. EVE is as much formed as a female as WALL•E is male. She is graceful, curved, clean, and with almost ethereal qualities. Her technological superiority doesn’t supersede WALL•E’s male role, either. It’s an effective comic element that the “girl” robot is to much more capable than the “boy”. Any child could identify the male and female here without any hesitation. For the grown-ups, if there were any confusion left, we see WALL•E’s courtship (with EVE in stasis) as he shields her from the elements, takes her on a leisurely float down a (toxic) stream, builds her “sculpture” portrait, and takes the initiative to hold her hand. In the DVD commentary for WALL•E, Andrew Stanton discusses the gender differentiation in the film. He mentions a Peter Gabriel concert he attended where the stage was shown as a dichotomy, with one end representing masculinity, the other femininity. One side had boxy shapes, the other curved forms. Incidentally, it’s Gabriel who composed and performed the song for the closing credits of WALL•E, offering the denouement and epilogue as we see, in motion graphic chronology, civilization rebuilt, flowing through the major art movements from history.

Gender roles are equally defined in *batteries not included. We witness the birth of mechanical offspring straight from the mother machine. And in very similar fashion to WALL•E, we see Mason painting a (nude) portrait of (clothed) Marisa.

An interesting addition to the focus on couples, children, and family is the attention paid to nostalgia, remembrance, and home. WALL•E is the ultimate scavenger. He has for himself a home entirely made up of found items. Most of his collection seems to be admittedly useless, at least to him. Spoons, forks, and at least one spork aren’t much good to a solar powered robot. Neither are lawn gnomes or novelties like a Rubick’s cube. But it’s the collection of these tangible, seemingly useless things that contributes to WALL•E’s likableness. We are much more fond of him in his cobbled together hovel than we are of the squeaky clean, always new environment onboard the Axiom. His sense of nostalgia for a culture he was never even part of endears him to us. Even the Captain of the Axiom recognizes the importance of remembering origins. “Out there is our Home, HOME, Auto, and it’s in trouble”. Ultimately, it’s WALL•E who reminds and restores humanity to Earth. He fulfils for us a primal longing to return to our origins, our home.

The same attitude is clear in *batteries not included. The primary conflict is between the tenants of a lone decades old apartment, all of the contemporary structures destroyed by urban “progress”. After the hired goons from the developer break a prized relic from each tenant, it’s the robots who restore them, old things good as new. It’s the first indication to the people there that something strange is happening in their apartment building. Harry, who speaks only in TV ad catch-phrases, was the human freight train, a once great heavyweight champ. Time has not been kind to him, leaving him alone and forgotten by the changed world while he has stayed the same. When the diner on the ground floor is destroyed, it seems to take Frank Riley to his breaking point. This is where he was born, where he grew up, where he raised his family. But when the diner is fixed by the robots, not only is his spirit renewed, but business begins again. Customers come to the once abandoned eatery. We see even more focus on remembering and nostalgia when we consider that Frank’s wife Faye Riley has dementia. In her mind, it’s always the mid 1950’s, her son will always be a rebellious youth, and the landscape will never change. She is incapable, at least mentally, of leaving “home”. It’s the providential involvement of “the little guys”, as she calls the robots, that makes her happy delusion almost real.

Through WALL•E and *batteries not included, we cathartically experience the same regeneration as the characters affected by these minute mechanical messiahs. We leave feeling whole, with a restored sense of familial love and home. It may seem a strange coupling to include sci-fi elements, so at home with horror and the uncanny, right in the middle of a family film. But the payoff proves the formula, and like Faye Riley says in *batteries not included, “We’re a family again” when we enjoy such films with our own families.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Science Commons

I'm sick. I decided not to do the Daily News today because of that, and it sounds like they had a really interesting show. I'm sad I missed it.

I'm trying to tackle some final projects before school ends. Lots to do. Too much, really.

In the meantime, I want you to watch this video about the Science Commons project. I love stuff like this.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Fun @ D.I.

I shop at D.I. I like to go with my friends.


Tuesday, December 02, 2008

This Just In...

Newscasters getting laid off across the nation makes a bit nervous for myself and the other students in my major. I ran into my friend Chance over the weekend. He is a reporter in St. George. He said half their newsroom got laid off last week, out of the clear blue sky. Anybody without a college degree, gone.

That part makes me especially upset, because it's not like the people who don't have a degree are readily replaceable. They have very valuable skills. A good videographer is hard to come by. A good audio/visual technicial is a precious thing. And the people who are keep their jobs will end up doing several jobs all at once, and not one of them as well as they would were they afforded the chance to focus.

And people go to big companies for "security"? I don't buy it at all. I'll work for myself, thanks.

Ra Ra Rebecca!

The other night we put together a video for my friend Mary's sister's friend's birthday.

Apparently Rebecca has quite the web fooprint. Neat.



This is pretty ridiculous, but I guess that's what can make it endearing.