In 2015, director Yorgos Lanthimos released one of the weirdest, most unique, and darkly funny genre films in recent memory: The Lobster. His next film has a similar look, but feels very, very different, at least according to its first trailer. It’s called The Killing of a Sacred Deer.
We’re entering the home stretch of the long wait until we get to experience Taika Waititi’s vision for Thor: Ragnarok and see a bunch of wacky aliens fight in space to please Jeff Goldblum. But just because we already know an awful lot about the movie doesn’t mean that there isn’t more to learn.
Our home connection uploads at 5 Mbs (bits). In the fall a friend will have access to a 1 Gbs (bits) upload speed.
If I have around 1 TB(ytes) worth of data to upload, the math looks like this
1. Upload from MD's home = approximately 20 days (rounded up)
2. Upload from friend's location = 2-2 hrs
Now here's where it gets tricky. Some online backup servers cap the data flowing into their servers. Ex Sync.com caps it at
5 MB(ytes) or 40 M(bits)
In which case my math looks like this
1. Upload from MD's home = approximately 20 days (rounded up)
2. Upload from friend's location = 55-60 hrs (2+ days)
Did I get this correct?
I used this calculator
The site has lots of other tools and graphics too.
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The reports look at the impact of technology on society. They're piecse extend beyond the gee whiz to always consider technology's political impacts as well as social justice concerns.
What initially caught my eye is their sensible assistive tech reporting. No inspirational nonsense, no "this one gadget will change everyone's life!"
( two samples that spoke to me )
I find their weekly newsletter handy, as it's got has just the right amount of teaser text plus links to the full stories.
Today’s mail brought a very welcome package: a copy of Trevor Joyce’s Fastness: A Translation from the English of Edmund Spenser. The “About the Author” page begins “For fifty years, since publication of his first book in 1967, Trevor Joyce has been a unique voice in Irish writing,” and the second paragraph reads:
His early work explored possibilities of the lyric, and began a lifelong engagement with translation. In the mid-seventies he gave up publishing and turned instead to the study of Chinese poetry, while working as a systems analyst in industry. His later work, following twenty years silence, is unparalleled within Irish poetry. Successive books explore the possibilities of found text, computer-mediated composition, writing under constraint, and radical approaches to translation.
All of which is to say, he’s an interesting guy and the perfect person to do what he’s doing here, which is to rethink and rewrite Spenser’s Mutability Cantos (original and “translation” are presented en face). Some quotes from the introduction will give you an idea of what perfect LH material this is:
Prose delivers events, dates, ideas, and opinions clearly and in sequence; the poet creates a whole in which everything resonates at once: the individual sounds of the consonants and vowels and their rhythms as they interrupt each other, the dictionary meanings of the words and the associated meanings they’ve gathered through ordinary and specialist use, the whole spectrum of registers from high courtly politeness to low growled threats and back again through slang and vulgarities. Poetry is a complex instrument, and a poet like Spenser knows how to play it to the full, and any response needs to take account of all that. The most adequate, fully engaged response, I would argue, is another poem that picks up all the carefully distributed threads of Spenser’s utterance and gives them back radically altered in many ways, but recognizably chiming with the original, and adding new meaning. […]
Like Spenser, I’ve made for myself an artificial dialect. I’ve tried to dilate my own everyday language, including not only traces of Spenser’s lexicon, but also slang, both recent and outmoded, alongside the jargons of journalism, advertising, politics, and business. I’ve reached after vulgarisms and low catchphrases, and seized on every register that seemed to resist authority. With them I’ve tried to make a better case for Mutability, and to allow her, now, a jury of her peers. […]
I have introduced one slightly ostentatious pun of my own in using the term spenser to translate Spenser’s dairying huswife (48,1). As a spenser or spencer was someone whose job it was to dispense provisions in a household, I have taken the liberty of reinserting the poet into his own text at another point than the privileged one he has chosen for himself, framing the entire action from his own privileged perspective. The role of dutiful assassin of vermin strikes me as neatly rhyming with his land-grabbing activities.
As a sample, here’s his version of the stanza beginning “For, she the face of earthly Things so chang’d”:
She altered the whole set-up.
Everything laid out in proper order,
she delinquently deranged. The frame
of things, which looked too good for gods
or men to fuck with, she switched
utterly, and then what God had blessed,
made cursed, and put an end to all
such happy ever afters.
I’ve never been able to hack my way through Spenser in the original, but this I can read with pleasure. I might add that the physical book is gorgeous, and it’s available for pre-order (pub date is October 15).
By the way, I was so caught up in finishing an editing job that I failed to notice that July 31 was the fifteenth anniversary of this blog. Happy belated birthday, LH!
Btw, I recently read a piece on writer's block that I liked a lot, So you're having a bad writing day: Consider: the act of telling a story is you CONJURING AN ENTIRE UNIVERSE INSIDE YOUR MIND and then using words as knives to CARVE THAT UNIVERSE INTO REALITY SO THAT OTHERS CAN VISIT YOUR IMAGINATION. “Today I am going to make a world out of my brain that you can go to in your spare time,” you say aloud, hopefully realizing that this is far more significant and far more bizarre than tying your shoes or blowing your nose.
Writing is hard, and that's okay. (Clearly prolific authors who update frequently are wizards.)
There will always be a space between alt-right and alt-left and it will always be larger and more commonly used.
In Serra, outside of São Paulo, Brazil, some employees at a factory showed up to work on Monday and found a large puma lying down underneath a desk, according to Agence France-Presse. In a video, the puma was startled enough to growl a bit and show its teeth, but not enough, apparently, to get up and do anything about it.
"Good afternoon, followers," some local firefighters who were called to the scene announced in a Facebook post, before going on to explain that they suspected the puma had been displaced from its natural habitat by "constant" wildfires.
They also included a nice photo:
The puma was taken to an animal rescue organization, according to AFP. Everyone, in the end, was fine, but that doesn't make it any less startling to the workers, who will certainly be looking under their desks when they arrive at work for the foreseeable future.
This fall, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Steven Spielberg’s classic science fiction film, turns 40. Celebrating that milestone is Close Encounters of the Third Kind: The Ultimate Visual History, a richly detailed tome packed with concept art, behind-the-scenes photos, storyboards, and interviews. io9's got…
I had had the vague impression that my sister-in-law's place was pretty small and uninteresting, but in fact, they own about 1,000 acres of land plus Sampson Pond itself, and have two small-but-well-sealed cabins right *on* the Pond, about 1 1/2 miles off the main road. It is gorgeous and I fell in love on the instant I got there. The fact the electricity and running water are generator powered means a) it's loud and b) more expensive, but it doesn't have to be /on/ all the time, and the expense isn't my problem, so that part was less annoying than I expected. The family originally bought it because they were timber barons off in Pennsylvania, and then some of the family split off and became more minor timber royalty (baronettes?), with way less land, off in New York instead.
They have a nicely symbiotic relationship with the local hunting association, who do some maintenance in return for ATV-and-fishing access.
There are canoes and rowboats and all manner of Things To Do on-Pond, plus some local touristy nonsense for those who are interested.
The Adirondacks have some high peak areas (over 4,000 feet) and some foothills, and a lot of hilly-but-mostly-lakes-and-rivers areas, which is where the Pond is. Sort of central-northern. I didn't get west of there, but in general, it feels like the White Mountains, only wetter and with more ground scrub than the Whites.
I didn't much care about (lack of) internet, although my SiL's family (on Verizon) got service while my brother and I (on Sprint) didn't, which irritated me only because I would either rather have A Phone Blackout or have everyone have phones and internet, and not this weird mixture.
Her uncle has been in the meaner version of A Course In Miracles for 5 years or so, in that he was at the monastery in Utah, where there are undoubtedly many wonderful things, but one is basically expected to never have negative thoughts ever, and if ones does, one should conquer them immediately, and if one can't, one is looked down upon vocally. (I extrapolate from a few discussions we (me and him and my brother & sister-in-law) had, and since I am not a CIM fan, I put a negative spin on it, but it's a reasonably accurate boiling down of some of what he said.) He's leaving in large part because they're moving to Mexico and he didn't like their place in Mexico last time he went, but he's still in the "they're mostly right about me" phase, and /hopefully/ will progress to "we were no longer good for each other" phase sooner rather than later. Though he's 70, so possibly not, but I hope so. He himself is steeped in psych and religion history and I want to get to know him better.
Best part of the weekend: Two nights spent on the pond (one on the dock, one in boats) with the aforementioned crew, star-watching. Saw a bunch of Perseids. Really quite amazing.
(My S-i-L's parents have a much earlier schedule than we do, so didn't join in. Her dad basically suddenly started waking up at 5 am about 10 years ago and can't seem to stop (I know a lot of older folks who need less sleep, which is different but similar), so her mom sticks with being somewhat closer to his schedule when possible. I enjoy them a lot, in a low key way.)
I was in a total news blackout for most of the weekend, so I figured war would break out or something. Instead, I had a vague awareness of Tiki torchlight parades, but then I re-emerged and we'd had protest clashes, deaths, and the President waffling around and then going full Both Sides Did It White Nationalist, which, while teeth-grindingly infuriating, is certainly better than war, but just proves we're having about 5 news cycles per day.
I will probably write up tourist nonsense from the trip over, maybe.