According to researchers at Tel Aviv University, plants that are stressed (such as being too dry, or having stems cut) emit sound. But the sounds emitted are at frequencies higher than humans can hear.
(h/t Moshe Feder)
One of my favorites. A generous use of the public domain audio documenting the Mission Control broadcasts guiding Apollo 11. A great song by Public Service Broadcasting.
I was rooting around, trying to find a clip with Jeremy Davies doing the right gesture in Solaris, because I wanted to do a Lexicon entry… and I stumbled upon this thing, which looks a DVD extra the way they used to be. Really useful for showing how a director and actors work together, and the contributions crafts people make.
It looks like I’ve deleted the original of this post. I’m going to try to reconstruct it.
I was very surprised to find out the main way opponents win sumo bouts isn’t by pinning, as in Greco-Roman wrestling. While that can happen, much more frequently someone pushes their opponent out of the ring.
What occurred to me was that often, in disputes today (especially political), we see the same thing — not persuasion by merit, but tarring one’s adversary with beliefs “all reasonable people” must abhor. Famously, portraying someone as a Nazi is known to work, even though in recent years that runs afoul of Godwin’s Law. Sexism, racism, socialism (at least in the US), communism… all of these accusations are meant to shortcut real argument (“…a connected series of statements, intended to establish a definite proposition.”), and just throw the other person outside the ring.
I am aware of the irony that in writing this, and explaining what I mean if I characterize someone’s speech as a “sumo move,” I am recursively doing the very same thing. But sometimes, that’s how it goes.
EDITED TO ADD: My wife Ulrika, a former graduate student of philosophy, notes the following. I think it’s worth adding.
Except that it is neither recursive nor ironic to point out a sumo move.
What a true sumo move (and it isn’t argumentation, it’s propaganda — re-setting the Overton window so that a particular subject won’t be subject to argument in the first place) does is leverage social pressure and people’s sense of decency/shame to make an entire subject unavailable for discussion by casting that subject as taboo in some way. Sumo moves attack the character of anyone who broaches the subject, thus kick the entire topic outside the ring.
Conversely, observing that a sumo move has been used does nothing to prevent the topic it’s applied to from being discussed. Noting a sumo move is meta-analytic. It talks about the way that a subject is being discussed and, rightly, moves the discussion back to the actual subject, rather than the character, motives, and mental state of the people discussing it. Now, it may be true that an honest broker may experience some shame once they admit to themselves that they have been using an illicit tactic, but eliciting shame isn’t the point of pointing out a sumo move. It absolutely is the point of using one.
So.
So I haven’t really been talking much about my health, as this site has mainly been an escape for me. But I want to write this down (and probably different health issues, in future posts), because I have a new image, one I think can convey how certain things feel to me.
I have multiple sclerosis, or MS. It’s a shibboleth of the tribe that everyone’s course of MS is different. The main way MS presents in me has the unwieldy name of trigeminal neuralgia (TN). I call it my “MS pain” to folks I don’t want to put off with medical Latin. It’s a very sharp pain in my lower right jaw. I’ve likened it to two electrical wires, sparking. Or a metal pick, stabbing me.
When it’s affecting me, I tend to go “Ow!” a lot, and I seem to twitch. The medical aides and nurses, seeing this for the first time, get very concerned and scared. It’s tough for me to tell them what’s going on, because I hurt, and speech has been known to be a trigger. As has swallowing. Or chewing. Or licking my lips. Or touching my skin in that area. Or drinking. Not all at the same time — every time is different.
I’ve had people ask if the body movements are spasms, or seizures. Today I realized I had a better image: I’m flinching, or wincing. I’m trying to get away from an intermittent pain source. But, being in the nerve, I can’t. Doesn’t stop me from trying, though. But I offer as a hypothetical — if I was repeatedly sticking a needle into your jaw, would you move?
This is why when the pain lasts a bit longer, I won’t move as much. I get used to the pain as a constant (though I still cry out from it — as both Ulrika and our dog Kaylee can attest, from an incident a few years ago). But when it really is off and on — bzzt! bzzt! bzzt! — I flinch each time. Which is probably why it looks so strange. I’m wincing from something no one can see. (Note: in an earlier era, it might have been off to Bedlam for me. It’s interesting to speculate how many inmates were experiencing something we’d diagnose differently today.)
Anyway… I thought it better described how I feel, and was worth documenting.
(This was first written in August, 2010 for LiveJournal, and is now on Dreamwidth. But it really needs to be at this site.)
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So tonight we were watching Glee S1:D3 from Netflix, and I made an observation about how unlikely this was from choral standards — but, hey, what do I know? I only sang in grade school, high school, and college choirs for 12 years.
And Ulrika said, “I wonder when the shovel will break?”
We both realized there was a lexicon entry — because she got that phrase from me.
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There I am living in Harwood Court, a dorm on the Pomona College campus.
I’m talking to Doug Shepherd, class of ’84, and some other folks, and I forget just how this came up, but he says, “Night of the Comet is so bad, the shovel breaks before the opening titles.”
“Oh?” I say. “What do you mean by that, Doug?”
“Well… All fiction is basically the art of throwing shit in your general direction. When you’re in the hands of a master — Tolstoy, say, or Hitchcock — they shovel the shit out of the way so quickly and so cleanly you don’t ever really notice it. Their shovels are made out of a mix of titanium and carbon fiber. But let’s face it — not everyone is that good. So, sooner or later, the shit is just so heavy their shovel breaks. Then the shit the story depends on starts piling up. I mean, it becomes a big pile. Then it starts stinking. You just can’t pay any attention to the story, because this steaming pile of shit is between the story and you, and it keeps growing, because their shovel has broken, and they just can’t get it out of the way.”
“Night of the Comet starts with this text prologue on the screen. And this text is so lame, and so ridiculous… I’m telling you, the shovel breaks before the titles show up.”
“So it becomes something of a measure of quality, y’know? Just when does the shovel break in a story?”
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This was the thing Doug told me I remember best, and have found most useful in the passage of time. And now I pass it on to you.
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EDITED TO ADD: I was wrong. It’s not a crawl of text. Such is the world in which we live I was able to download the movie to look, check, and verify. It opens with John Carpenter-ish synth riffs, and deep, dark narration by Michael Hanks. It was tough to punctuate the following, because many times you’d think a sentence was over, and then it would go on.
Since before recorded time it had swung through the universe in an elliptical orbit so large that its very existence remained a secret of time and space. But now, in the last few years of the twentieth century, the visitor was returning.
Animated comet goes whooshing by.
Title: NIGHT OF THE COMET
The citizens of Earth would get an extra Christmas present this year, as their planet orbited through the tail of the comet. Scientists predicted a light show of stellar proportions – something not seen on Earth for 65 million years. Indeed, not since the time that the dinosaurs disappeared virtually overnight.
There were a few who saw this as more than just a coincidence. But, most didn’t.
Lexicon. Comes from Robert Klein’s comedy album, Child of the Fifties.
I was watching TV this morning, when I saw an ad for a Budweiser product. It had the slug line, “100% Hard Seltzer. 0% Beer.” So at least they know their beer has a perception problem, and a product having nothing to do with their beer is an attractive feature.
But once you hear Klein, you’ll understand why the desperation of the ad (and a great deal of ads by many other people as well) reminded me of the bit.
I admire John Sayles a lot. Sayles not only writes and directs movies, he edits them (which, as Tony Zhou points out, is a very small bunch of people who include Kurosawa). Sayles made Matewan, and Lone Star, among others.
And in 1990-91 he made his one foray into TV: Shannon’s Deal. For a show with only one season, it has a very extensive Quotes page on IMDb. With these elegant lines:
[Jack Shannon tries to talk Wilmer Slade out of taking his entire payment]
Jack Shannon: Then you should understand that a payment of this size is going to make Mr. Testa very upset.
Wilmer Slade: Why do I sense an oncoming assault on logic?
“An oncoming assault on logic.” That’s beautiful. That might be lexicon of the future, that.
What a damned shame it’s not promising I’ll ever see it. Will any of the streaming platforms ever pick it up? And it hasn’t been made a DVD.
Lexicon. Wild rephrasing of the original from the movie Chasing Amy:
“‘What’s a Nubian?’… Bitch, you almost made me laugh.”
Now, in my defense, this may have been a mashup with a story from my college days. Professor Leonard Pronko put on one of his periodic kabuki productions, this one titled Lancelot Bewitched. The lead, Kevin Costello, was teased by a number of my friends (Mark Vargas, Cathy Kerry, Topher Jaworski, others). Imagine the following delivered to Kevin in the exaggerated style of kabuki:
“Threeeee times! You broke character threeeeee times! And weeee saw you!”
So I may have taken the laughing and the breaking of character, and merged them.
It’s a theory, anyway.
Lexicon. Derived from this bit in Steve Martin’s 1991 movie, L.A. Story:
L’Idiot is the hot restaurant of the moment, and pronounced as if French (as one might expect from the apostrophe). The phrase is generally used when someone is being a dick.
“I see Congress has cut Medicaid spending.”
“Part of the New Cruelty?”
Interestingly, the New Cruelty also shows up with lightning speed in this deleted scene that featured John Lithgow: