I live Santa Clara, California – not far from where I was born. I work in IT and make a lot of photos. I'm Jewish. My dream vacation involves sitting at a sidewalk cafe for hours, sipping coffee.
I live Santa Clara, California – not far from where I was born. I work in IT and make a lot of photos. I'm Jewish. My dream vacation involves sitting at a sidewalk cafe for hours, sipping coffee.
I've created some postcards and now they're just laying around my house. If you send me your address, you will
get a free postcardEvery once in a while I update my ultimate list of the best
storytelling video gamesDoes it bug anyone else that in English
it's called Saturdaythe brandensite is a vanity project where I collect all of things I've put onto the internet in a big, fat glorification of myself. I've maintained this monument to arrogance in one form or another since I was thirteen years old in 1995. This is my social media.
I love photography. I love learning about photography and making my own photos. I share my new photos on Flickr almost every day, and I have a photo portfolio website. I will talk about photography at the slightest provocation. This website is one such provocation. Beware all ye who dare:
My recent favorite musical artists are VNV Nation, mind.in.a.box, The National, The Decemberists, genCAB, Project Pitchfork, Röyksopp, purity ring, Ott, and unitcode:machine.
I obsess over an extensive, curated, eclectic and growing library of music which is meaningful to me. I put the library metadata online (not the music) and it consists of 17,634 tracks from 2,155 albums from 880 musical artists. Since February 2006, the library has logged 514,600 track plays, or a total time I've spent listening to music:
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Of all the things I'm not, I'm an economist least of all. And neither is this author, Lynn Stout, who instead is a professor at Cornell Law School. Twelve years ago she published this article in The European Financial Review which sounds very prestigious. Republishing it here is a magazine called Evonomics because it's about evolving economics... get it? Anyway.
I add its link to the commentary because it presents a cogent-sounding argument that rings true with my personal observations: that the purpose of business is much more nuanced than simply maximizing shareholder value. Maybe there's an equally cogent-sounding argument in the opposite, but we'll save that for a different day while I instead quote this piece's core point at length: What's the goal of society? I've always assumed it's a means of working together to make life as least shitty as can be for all of us. Maybe someone disagrees with me, but if they do it's because they're wrong. And working towards anything other than the de-shittifying of life is therefore stupid and wrong. Wealth generation is largely an analogy for making things less shitty, but as always blindly pursuing short-term gains is gaming the system – a place where the analogy breaks down and not true wealth generation.
Will the investor class read articles like this and stop being short-sighted prisoners facing dilemmas? No. But it's good to have ideals.
This is a long Vulture article which details some of the disgusting things Neil Gaiman denies doing. Well, he doesn't deny doing them, he just denies that they were done without consent. Stuff too gross for me to want to quote here, this website which is a bastion of purity. But what the fuck. And it's hard to know what to do with news like this, yet another entry on the list of powerful people who aren't content with merely being offered sex, but need to take it from their fans and employees. Can we separate a creator from their creations? Should we even bother? But what about when that person's as influential as Gaiman is, being someone who in his genre has already had impact on the next generation of creators? Not to mention someone who championed himself as an exemplar of all the things he secretly wasn't?
As Ken Pontac says while evil boils in his eyes, "Meet your heroes."
When I was a kid, my mother told me the longest English word is antidisestablishmentarianism. She didn't tell me what it meant, because that didn't matter to her, and if she told me where she herself learned this factoid, I've long since forgotten. My mother loved trivia for trivia's sake.
The word is weird enough that it actually has two different pages on the big wiki, one explaining the word itself and one for what is represents: opposing the separation of church and state. But as some other anonymous wikipedian once wrote on the page for the longest word in English, "The identity of the longest word in English depends on the definition of 'word' and of length," and, being wikipedia, the page's first entry is some chemical nomenclature 189,819 letters long and comes with the helpful note "whether this should actually be considered a word is disputed." Well, no shit. There's a lot of weird technical and nonsense words contending to be longest on the list, because language nerds are like that, but down the page, it is pointed out that the longest non-weird words a person is likely to encounter are "deinstitutionalization and counterrevolutionaries, with 22 letters each" (although I can't help but notice my browser's spell check balks at the former).
So what's the deal with antidisestablishmentarianism, why did my mother know this random word? I can only guess, but this 2009 Old Time Radio Bulletin post has a clue: (The blog post also contains an amazing 1955 letter-to-the-editor angry about the racist coverage of Lockerman.) Her fifteen minutes of fame may now be forgotten, but evidence of it remains, such as it inspiring The $99,000 Answer, an episode of hit sitcom The Honeymooners. Fresh off her win, Lockerman was invited to nightclubs (um, she was 12?), to state fairs, made an honorary teacher in her home town, and was featured in news reels which would have ran before movie films which played at the cinema motion theater houses. There's a hint she was questioned during the congressional investigations into quiz show scandals which ended up killing the genre by 1958 and boosting Ralph Fiennes' career forty years later.
Lockerman even appeared in a bit on The Martha Raye Show, an apparently popular variety show I've never heard of before (some quick searching shows that Martha Raye, aka Maggie liked to feature "regular people" as guests). Martha Raye's show would be canned shortly after by its irate sponsors when Raye and another white co-star kissed Lockerman, with the follow-up episode featuring a sketch where Raye appeared to get drunk... oh the horror! But Gloria's TV fame was only taking off, with her having appeared on screen 14 different times in the four months after her debut. Like happens, after such overexposure, Lockerman soon faded from interest, and by age 45, a Chicago Tribune reporter searching for her wrote in 1987:
All this antidisestablishmentarianismism was going on in 1955 when my mother was only one year old, a touch too young to be absorbing pop culture. But not too young for her three older siblings, nor for her similarly fascinated-by-trivia father (my grandfather). My mother and grandfather are both sadly passed, but her siblings are very much still here, and might enjoy me poking around into the nonsense of their youth, so I'll have to ask next time I see one of them. But whether they remember Lockerman and her quiz show appearance or not, it seems clear that the rise of American interest in the oddly long word from the political history of England, antidisestablishmentarianism, if not it's meaning, definitely stems from this moment in pop culture.
Linked is a set of phenomenal photos of Pacific Palisades burning to the ground by LA-based Ethan Swope (who is still a student). It's stunning, shocking, horrifyingly beautiful stuff – the best I've seen of this latest round of fires.
Meanwhile, in other fire-related things, a firefighting plane had to be grounded after hitting a drone flying where it shouldn't be, and this person on Bluesky who is a fire scientist and former firefighter created this thread about why these fires are so big (we gave them fuel) and burning so many structures (we like plants next to our homes). Also, check out Tag Christof's Flickr stream for more fire photos.
Burn, baby, burn.
The story of how Jewish photographer Alfred Eisenstaedt captured photos of Nazi Joseph Goebbels before and after Goebbels learned Eisenstaedt was Jew.
I voted for the California High Speed Rail back in 2008, as a joke. Now, seventeen years and five billion dollars later, they are laying the first rail tie ... except not really. And people say bureaucracy is slow and inefficient. Of course, this is a touch hyperbolic. Getting the rail corridor is the difficult, slow, costly part of the project. Actually laying the rail comes last. Quoth this reddit:
During that weird time in the 70s when porn became... not quite art, but something more than just porn, the San Francisco pornographer brothers Art and Jim Mitchell used their legal expertise to place restraining orders against everyone bootlegging their infamous Behind the Green Door video (the title a reference to a 1956 pop song about a private club). A Texas judge ruled that porn was for some bullshit reason exempt from copyright law, and therefore the Mitchell brothers had no case. They appealed. Quoth the SF Gate in 1999: Well then. Thank you, Mitchells. Also Jim later shot and killed Art for being a drunken belligerent mess, so there's that, too.
Scott Alexander (pseudonymous author of high-readership blog Slate Star Code/Astral Codex Ten) is insightful and clever, if a bit "too online" for me to subscribe to outright. He's a psychologist by training and that's where he started blogging, but in the past decade his blog's contents have wandered anywhere and everywhere, with posts lengthy and frequent enough I don't understand how he would have time left enough to actually see patients.
Anyway. The post I've linked here is his book review of Tom Wolfe's 1981 critique of modern architecture, From Bauhaus to Our House, which has nothing to do with psychology (except, you know, the psychology of spaces, man) but is fascinating anyway. Fascinating because I don't possess the stamina to read a book-length Tom Wolfe critique of anything, but also because Alexander doesn't just regurgitate Wolfe's points but actually dissects them, prods them, pokes them to see whether they hold up to scrutiny. I can't say whether Alexander's being fair to the source material (as, again, I ain't reading that, and I know zilch about modern architecture) but I can say that I like that he's churned it into something which I can digest, and thus feel enlightened by despite doing none of the work of having to actually *shudder* read the damn thing. Thanks, Scott!
It's been over twenty-six years since The Onion (America's Finest News Source) published this brilliant headline and it has been bouncing around in my brain every single day since.
The scale of the universe we live in is so incredibly massive it is difficult to comprehend. Here's an interactive website which tries to help.
older!