Virginia Heffernan sings the praises of the TED talks.
Here's one I liked recently: Stefan Sagmeister on how design can make you happy.
John McCain has discovered Twitter.
HEY JOHN! IT'S OVER! YOU LOST! JOHN? WAKE UP, SENATOR! Oh, nevermind. Somebody put a mirror under his nose.

A fascinating mix of exactly what you'd expect McCain to Twitter ('I am working in my office on Capitol Hill today.", "I'm traveling today with Senator Lindsey Graham and Senator Joe Lieberman.", "GET OFF MY LAWN!"), and bizarre use of internet acronyms that no one over 25 uses (ICYMI).
Keep 'em coming, Johnny.
I didn't realize that Salinger's book covers are so simple and elegant because his contract demanded that they be simple.
In the 1950s Salinger had a clause put in his publisher’s contracts that insisted only the text of the title of the book and his name were to appear on any future editions of his work, and absolutely no images.
It's an interesting post.
As a side note: I taught a book reviewing class this weekend and the teenagers in my class (all of whom were voracious and very good readers) weren't particularly crazy about Catcher in the Rye, although many of them appreciated Franny and Zooey. I wonder how Salinger's books will age in the twenty-first century.
Thanks to Shakespeare's Sister for reminding me of this awesome clip by Sarah Haskins, on yogurt—the ultimate food for the ladies:
I finally got around to watching The Dark Knight.
Three problems with it. One, it's too long. Two, the Joker character is too much. And three (this concerns the very nature of the superhero), the billionaire's obsession with the maintenance of the law and order in the city that generated and stores his fortune. These laws not only protect his fortune but also block others from accumulating that kind of wealth. And, as we all know, any fortune of the size enjoyed by Wayne has raw robbery (dispossession, as David Harvey would put it) as its founding moment. In the last instance, Batman, the defender of the law, really defends his own money.
That was my impression of the madman/superhero of this endless movie.
As for the Joker, what other choice did he have but to be outrageously nihilistic? Only an evil person who is indifferent to money can sustain and strengthen the moral line that is instantly troubled and weakened when a proper robber, thief, crook is matched with the ultimate defender of the laws that protect and reinforce Wayne's wealth. Writes Herbert Marcus: "The ruling class, in order to justify its dominating position in the process of production, has to make the particular interest of its class seem valid as the general interest." This is the core of Batman.
Village Voice Media has suspended all their cartoons.
Here is what Tom Tomorrow had to say about this:
"Village Voice Media is hurting in this economy like everyone else, and their corporate response is to 'suspend' cartoons and (I think) all other syndicated material across the chain, said suspension to last at least through the rest of the first quarter, and quite possibly beyond."The papers I was running in are: Dallas Observer, New Times Ft. Lauderdale, Houston Press, LA Weekly, Minneapolis City Pages, Nashville Scene, OC Weekly, Pitch Weekly, Denver Westword and the Village Voice (though there is a small possibility of a reprieve for the latter) …. oops, forgot one: Seattle Weekly."
Cartoons totally always get the shaft, man.
Did you know that whole oxtail looks like this? I do now, thanks to the fine folks at Fero's Meat Market in Pike Place Market, who were kind enough to pull one out of the cooler and cut it up before my very eyes. (I used it to make this, if you're curious.) Photo hidden behind a link, for the squeamish.
What We Do Is Also Secret (2009), by Coco Howard and Spencer Moody, installation, 40 pounds wool and 50 yards polar fleece
At VAIN, in a small and creaky room upstairs.
What you can't get from this video is what it's like to touch the room. Every surface is hand-felted. Including underfoot. Sofffft.*
(*The artists want people to use the art before it's destroyed at the end of the next month—for photo shoots, for videos, whatever. Email the artists. More of Howard's work is here.)
"I think I just figured out why my Hitler book is greasy."
Write a long post about the NYT Magazine's cover story yesterday by Daniel Bernger—which argues, in a nutshell, that women have sexual desire too (!)but science hasn't really figured out what it's about yet—but I see that Amanda at Pandagon already said everything I wanted to say, and then some. A sample:
The main thing is that Bergner shies away from cultural explanations, as do his researchers, even though the research could easily point to cultural reasons more than biological ones for women’s differences. No one asks the most relevant question, which is, “If women were raised in a less oppressive environment, and given the same sexual cues and permissions as men, would it change their sexual responses significantly?” Part of the reason that the question isn’t being asked is that Bergner and his subjects know that being a feminist is somehow anti-sex, and therefore they go out of their way to denounce it. The word is only brought up in order to falsely imply that feminists are anti-sex, even if we’re still tediously morally superior.She pronounced, as well, “I consider myself a feminist.” Then she added, “But political correctness isn’t sexy at all.” For women, “being desired is the orgasm,” Meana said somewhat metaphorically — it is, in her vision, at once the thing craved and the spark of craving.Unfortunately, if she didn’t strain herself to avoid feminist explanations for women’s so-called narcissism, she would have a better chance of stumbling on the truth. She has all these theories about why women like to look at the female form, tend to see “sex” in women’s bodies more than men’s (just like straight men do), and respond so strongly to being desired. Many of them have the strong whiff of bullshit, like this:
“The female body,” she said, “looks the same whether aroused or not. The male, without an erection, is announcing a lack of arousal. The female body always holds the promise, the suggestion of sex” — a suggestion that sends a charge through both men and women.Men’s bodies can be sexual without an erection—-look at the statue of David for a classic example. There is nothing inevitable about the sexualizing of the female body and not the male one. I suppose it’s “politically correct” to say so, but I think women’s bodies represent sex, and therefore cause arousal responses, in both sexes because we live in a male-dominated society where men who control our media-saturated culture put forward women’s bodies as sex objects while often avidly downplaying the sexual representation of male bodies, because they think it’s demeaning to be looked at as a sex object. (And it is). [...]
Much of a female life is spent squashing emotions and desires that men are permitted to indulge—-for food, for anger, for lust, even for shout-from-the-top-of-your-lungs joy. It’s no wonder to me that the habit becomes so ingrained you can’t turn it off even if it’s suddenly socially necessary that you do. The problem with the virgin/whore dichotomy has always been that you can’t make someone be the perfect virgin her whole life and then expect her to be a lusty whore the second she’s in a bedroom with a man. And if I’m right, a pill won’t fix the problem. The only thing that will fix the problem is extending the privileges we give men from their babyhood on to women.
Amanda doesn't address one of the most startling statistics in the whole article—that as many as 30 percent of women suffer from "insufficient desire"—a number I think is both improbable (almost a third of women can't get turned on?) and basically meaningless (insufficient desire for what? Sex with a selfish, sexually lazy partner? And what are the cultural factors that determine "sufficient" desire?") But her post is well worth reading in its entirety; another smart take over here.
Coraline, a good recent young adult novel by the multiple award-winning and frequent New York Times best selling alternative, obscure author Neil Gaiman is available for free here.
Incidentally, there will be a major Hollywood animated adaptation of Coraline—based on the aforementioned novel written by the aforementioned cult author Neil Gaiman—released in over a thousand movie theaters across the country very soon.
Bryce Seidl, chief executive of the Pacific Science Center, says they're not planning to file bankruptcy and that I should've waited to hear that from him before writing a post that begins with a rumor and ends with a call for public autopsies in his museum. He's probably right. I am a bad, bad blogger.

Also, vintageseattle.org would like some credit for the photo.
Seidl says the museum has around $3 million in manageable debt, a mortgage for a parking garage that the museum is slowly paying down like any other mortgage. But attendance is far less than expected—their current Lucy exhibit was expected to draw a quarter of a million people. By the exhibit's end on March 8, Seidl says he expects "somewhere north of 100,000, but I don't know how much more."
Mike Jones was the escort who outed Ted Haggard. He's released a video statement about the latest Haggard revelations—and he's pissed.
Jones did the right thing when he exposed Haggard's hypocrisy. He may have had unrealistic expectations about the personal repercussions he would suffer after outing Haggard—sex work is pretty throughly stigmatized—but there was something needlessly cruel about the way gay people and gay groups allowed Jones to twist in the wind. He didn't need the full hero —we tend to reserve that for victims of gay bashings and anti-gay discrimination—but he didn't deserve to be treated as toxic either. Ted Haggard's exposure has been good for New Life Church (which presumably doesn't have a deeply closeted pastor preying on deeply conflicted gay men in its deeply demented congregation anymore), good for gays and lesbians (if the head of the American Association of Evangelicals couldn't "pray away the gay," can anyone?), and it was ultimately good for Ted Haggard (at least according to Ted Haggard).
UPDATE: Gay advocacy groups were only too delighted to milk the Haggard revelation for all it was worth, political-points-scoring-wise. And it was worth quote a lot. All Jones needed in return was to have his calls returned, some coaching about handling media requests and interviews, and a little moral support. It wasn't too much for Jones to ask for or expect.
The editor in chief of Publisher's Weekly has been laid off.
Sara Nelson, the editor in chief of Publishers Weekly, the main trade magazine to the book industry, has been laid off in a restructuring by the publication’s parent company, Reed Business Information.Ms. Nelson, 52, spent four years heading up the magazine and had become a lively presence within the industry, speaking frequently on panels and advocating forcefully for books in her weekly column.
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Like the industry it covers, Publishers Weekly has suffered from a downturn in the retail economy as publishers have stopped advertising their upcoming books in the magazine. In past years, publishers used the magazine as a way to inform booksellers of the buzz on upcoming titles, but now most publishers communicate directly with bookstores and executives at the biggest book chains.
Shaken & Stirred points out that Nelson's most recent column for PW begins with this paragraph:
Call me gullible or impressionable, but I'm actually feeling kind of hopeful this week. It's not just the new year or the inauguration (which I loved most for its goofs and gaffes) or even that—please, please—publishing business firings are coming to an end, at least for a while.
Speaking of WaMu, a commenter, veo_, on this post, "The Tower," brings to light something that is in the dark for most of us: the park on the NBBJ-designed WaMu Center.

[Many] people don't know about this since you had to work at WaMu to access it, but half of the entire 17th floor was a giant open park with an amazing view of downtown. You could literally go out there and stroll around on breaks. there is nothing like that anywhere else in the city that I'm aware of.
To see more pictures of this hidden park, go here. What a perfect place to spend a day like the one we are having now—the sun, the slow clouds, the blue bay, glass, and sky.
In case you're not one of the six Slog readers who's very concerned with the parliamentary doings of SAG, some background.
The SAG board majority has been fighting with executive director Doug Allen while SAG members have been without a contract for nearly seven months.
"We firmly believe that SAG needs a change of course and a new captain," the board members said. "Mr. Allen has held fast to a failed strategy for over half a year, even as members have lost nearly $50 million from working under an expired contract.
But apparently the board hasn't been able to fire Allen because of its weird president:
In a meeting two weeks ago, a majority of the board sought to make the crucial changes now contained in the written assent, but were derailed by President Alan Rosenberg and a minority of board members through endless parliamentary games and improper behavior. By filibustering for over 28 straight hours, they prevented the Board from ever taking a vote on the majority’s proposal.This unprecedented level of obstruction has paralyzed the Guild.
So they pulled the "written assent" move, in which the board can submit votes in writing, doing an end-run around the filibuster.
David White is now the interim national director of the Screen Actors Guild.
Be all rejoiceful and shit.
Slog Tipper Will in Seattle links to this story about Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book winning a Newbery Medal. Gaiman says:
"I never really thought of myself as a Newbery winner. It's such a very establishment kind of award, in the right kind of way, with the world of librarians pointing at the book saying, `This is worthy of the ages.' And I'm so very used to working in, and enjoying working in, essentially the gutter."
Listen: I don't mean this as a slight, but if Neil Gaiman isn't mainstream, I don't know who is. And I was not fond of The Graveyard Book. It was just kind of perfunctory. Coraline was the Gaiman book that should've won the Newbery.

You can wade through the attractive pool—and add your own photos—over in The Stranger's Flickr Pool.
Lying about sex: Okay.
Lying to the media during a tense, high-profile campaign for office about sex with a teenager that occurred while you held high public office (and after blasting your opponent for "spreading "unfair stereotypes" about gay men): Not okay.
Here's Blago—asking for our ears—on The View this morning, saying that his first pick for the senate was Oprah, that you can take the boy out of the ghetto but you can’t take the ghetto out of the boy, and that “had I known somebody was listening I wouldn’t have used language like that.”
"All I ask for is a chance to prove my innocence," says the man who is skipping his own trial to appear on national television. Life is so unfair.
... and porn is wobbling:
AVN Media Network, the most prominent overseer of the business, publishes trade publications for the adult entertainment industry and puts on trade shows. Paul Fishbein, chairman of AVN, is entering his 27th year in the business, “and this is the first time I can honestly say the adult business is not recession-proof.”“Everybody I’m talking to says the business is down anywhere from 20 to 30 percent,” he explained. “That’s in line with the rest of the economy. People in the retail sector are down anywhere from 10 to 40 percent.”
As Dan mentioned earlier, gay activists spent the weekend scratching their heads trying to figure out just where the "No on Prop 8" campaign wandered astray. Well, for one, they could consider this yard sign that I salvaged from my brother's car:

"Unfair and wrong"? That's really compelling... to a toddler. Maybe "No on Discrimination," "Separate Is not Equal," "Civil Rights for All"—or other campaign slogans that touched on the issue—seemed too edgy at the time.
I had been gently ignoring My Bloody Valentine 3D because I assumed it was a concert film from My Bloody Valentine the band, and a concert film in 3D is confusing, and anyway I don't even know what that band is. But it turns out, that's not the case at all. My Bloody Valentine 3D is actually a slasher movie about miners that's a remake of a 1981 slasher movie of the same name. Intrepid Film Intern Evan Stewart recently went to see My Bloody Valentine 3D. On purpose. I did not send him as some sort of fucked up punishment (I have no reason to punish Intrepid Film Intern Evan Stewart, as long as he continues to bring in bags of tiny adorable muffins). Anyway, he kind of liked it:
Before you enter the theater, you get the new version of 3D glasses. They aren't the classic cardboard red and blue affair, but chunky plastic black frames, like some kind of low budget Elvis Costello costume.From the second the film starts, it is 3D. I mean, aggressively so. Instead of just a few 3D things blasting at your face every fifteen minutes, every single item on the screen is layered and popping out all over the place. Police questioning—IN 3D! Family arguments—IN 3D! I got tired of it after about half an hour, right around the time I started getting a wicked headache from seeing a 3D pick-axe hurtling at my face for the thirtieth time.
Without the 3D, this movie is probably not worth watching. I guess it depends on how much free money and time you have. But if you have an extra two hours and $12.50 lying around, you can go check out a movie that contains a killer miner impaling a dwarf with a pick-axe, then getting kicked in the face by a naked woman - IN 3D!
Sound like everything you've ever dreamed of and more? Showtimes here.