31 January 2011

Micky vs. Marky


If you haven't seen The Fighter yet, put it at the top of your must-see-before-my-Oscars-pool-ballot-is-due list. Christian Bale's portrayal of Dicky Eklund is phenomenal--maybe the best performance of his career.

As is the case with most films, especially when actual sporting events are involved, and even more so in the boxing world, The Fighter is filled with slight inaccuracies and dodges and burns meant to make a really cool true story into a believable, money-making narrative tale.

Posted on Devour today, "Micky vs. Marky" is a video by Kevin B. Lee that compares the fictional fight between Micky Ward and Shea Neary against the actual footage of the real fight.

Considering this video is basically all copyright-protected content, I would suggest watching it as soon as possible, as it won't remain up on the internet for long.

26 January 2011

Scenario Two


If you follow me on Twitter, you've probably noticed that I've been on a three week Mad Men binge. I watched when it premiered in 2007 and quickly gave up. At that point, it just didn't keep my attention. But the hype never seemed to die down, and when I recently saw the first season on sale for $12, I thought I would give it another shot.

Best decision I've made, televison-wise, in a long time.

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On 17 January 2011, I tweeted:

"Watching Mad Men has allowed me to understand Sarah Palin. Every time I see one of her quotes, I hear Don Draper explaining it to her."

That thought came about because of this tweet by CNN's Political Ticker a few minutes earlier:

"Palin: 'I am not going to shut up' - http://bit.ly/hHZUZ6"

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Since my tweet, I've been unable to let go of that thought--what if Don Draper was advising Sarah Palin?

Scenario Two is my attempt to answer that question.

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(Sitting in Don Draper's office just one day after Gabrielle Giffords' shooting are Don Draper, Roger Sterling, and Sarah Palin. This is a post-meeting meeting. No smarmy interruptions from Pete Campbell. No artistic awkwardness from Sal Romano. Sarah wants "the facts, the meat separated from the pelt," as she has just put it.)

Sarah: So, boys, how are we going to fix this?

Roger: Lots of ice.

(Roger gets up and makes three drinks.)

Don: Sarah, you've got a problem.

Sarah: I sure do. There's a congresswoman near dead, and some civilians dead, and there's a mob of leftist lame-stream media lovers out there saying Sarah Palin, voice of the people, is to blame.

Roger: (speaking over his shoulder) Is it too soon to say that they've got you in their crosshairs?

Don: (lights a cigarette) Look, to a portion of the population, you're an American flag-wrapped mystic. Patriotism boiled down to its pure essence.

Sarah: You're darn tootin'.

Don: But there is another segment of society that views you as an incredibly disruptive force. A tornado of rhetoric.

Sarah: Communists. Socialists. Obama-lovers. History recessionists.

Roger: (hands out the drinks and sits down) Revisionists?

Sarah: (cuts her eyes at Roger) You ever see what happens when a Mama Grizzly gets corrected?

Don: (stubs out cigarette) My point is this--in politics, there will always be--division. You can either try your hardest to get your choir to sing louder. Or. You can switch the other choir's sheet music when they're not looking.

Sarah: Are you saying we should release some type of album or song?

Don: (lights a cigarette) Sarah, why are you telling me to shut up?

Sarah: I'm not telling you to shut up.

Don: (stubs out cigarette) Roger?

Roger: (feigns spilling some of his drink as he swallows) Did I just hear somebody tell Don to shut up? Nobody tells Don to shut up! I'm voting for Don because his voice is my voice and I sure as hell won't be silenced.

(Roger mimics voting for Don.)

Don: (turns to Sarah) There's no rule that says that you need to be told to shut up before you can say that you aren't going to shut up.

Sarah: …

Don: (lights a cigarette) The power of the American people lies in how and when we react. What we lack in our ability to be proactive, we make up for in our reactive skills. Your place in politics is clear--you're a reactionist. And good for you. People love that because that's what they are. You thrive off of the judgment of already-made decisions, just like the rest of us.

Roger: (standing at the bar again, shaking a cocktail shaker) The communists were proactive. Look where that got them.

Don: The American people don't want some slick, proactive, forward-thinking hero. Being proactive means thinking ahead. Thinking ahead means sitting down and listing all of the possible negative outcomes. Possible negative outcomes breed fear. Fear paralyzes.

Sarah: You ever see a Mama Grizzly paralyzed by fear?

Don: (stubs out cigarette) Exactly.

Roger: I once saw Marion Turnbow paralyzed by fear. But I had just dropped my pants. And this was after a bottle of scotch, so--

Don: When people vote, they don't vote on the issues or religion or flag burning's legality or the size of the deficit. They close the shade, stare up at the names, and think, "Yeah, I could have a beer with that guy." Women? They say, "In a moment of weakness? Sure, I would sleep with him."

Roger: Reagan? After a speech? For Christ's sake--I would have slept with him.

Don: (lights a cigarette) The way I see it, this all plays out in one of two ways. Scenario one--you admit you were wrong. You appear with babies of all races and do your best impersonation of--humble. You light some memorial candles. You donate a star in someone's name. And sure, maybe there will be some media coverage of how sincere you are, and how apparently there is a side of you that appears willing to--do the right thing, whatever that means.

Sarah: Humble?

Don: (stubs out cigarette) Then there's scenario two.

Roger: (rubbing his hands) He always saves the good stuff for scenario two.

Don: (lights a cigarette) You go out there and you tell them that the truth cannot be silenced. That freedom never takes a day off. That injustice is always lurking. And that you. Are not going. To shut up. Because the day that you shut up is the day that injustice strikes. The day you shut up is the day that freedom finally calls in sick. The truth? Raped and left for dead the day that you shut up.

Roger: (shaking his head and smiling) See what I mean?

Sarah: I still haven't heard who exactly is telling me to shut up. Because Mama Grizzlies--

Don: No one--is telling you to shut up. And that's exactly why you are going to respond, clear as day, that you are not going to shut up.

Roger: Everybody check your pockets.

Don: (stubs out cigarette)

Sarah: So that's it? I am not going to shut up?

Don: Never. Every time, that is what you'll say. I am not going to shut up. It will be physically impossible for you to shut up. You shutting up would be like a shark ceasing to move.

Sarah: Me shutting up would be like--a Mama Grizzly not fighting for her cubs!

Don: (half-mouthed smile)

Roger: (claps his hands together) All this telling someone to shut up talk--I need to call my wife.

(Everyone laughs. They all stand up and shake hands.)

Sarah: Mr. Draper, Mr. Sterling. A pleasure, as always.

Roger: Glad to have helped with this--momentary distraction.

Sarah: (raises her fist in the air) I am not going to shut up!

Roger: (points at her and winks) That'a girl. Just don't teach that to my daughter.

(Roger puts his arm around Sarah's shoulders and they both walk out.)

(Don falls back down into his chair, emotionally exhausted. He lights a cigarette and contemplatively looks at the wall across the room, on which a vintage map of the earth is hanging. The map's maker must have been quite the patriot, as the USA's landmass is totally out of proportion with the rest of the world. It is almost the same size as Africa. Don drags on his cigarette. The first jangly, reverb-soaked notes of Aretha Franklin's "Chain of Fools" plays.)



(Cut to black.)

(The song continues to play.)

(The credits roll.)

18 January 2011

The Plan


If I had to point to where the problem started, or at least where it seemed to manifest most often, I’d probably go with Address Book.

My OCD flares up especially violently when it comes to the keeping of contacts—whether it is in Mac OS X’s Address Book, which syncs with my iPhone and my iPad, or in Gmail, which I use for work email and as a secondary personal address. I like everything to be in sync and I don’t mind taking the time to do this by hand. I know there are software and syncs and fancy ways to keep everything in order, but I don't fully trust them, so every couple of months, I line everything up straight and go person by person and just make sure its all—right.

The only problem with my system?

I’m married.

Correction--I’m married to someone who does not put the same—emphasis—on virtual address book stability.

Long ago, I stopped entering people into my phones and devices as nicknames and relatives as “Grandma” and “Uncle.”

My wife?

Not so much.

Compounding the problem is the fact that she uses Gmail—which up until not too long ago, saved every person she emailed in the same amorphous spot. Sure, it differentiated “My” contacts from “All” contacts, but she never took the time to prune, and so naturally, she wound up with a wildly overgrown heap of upper and lowercase names, nicknames, cursewords, and handles, with no rhyme or reason to any of it.

(And please know—this is a professional woman we’re talking about. She’s got 300+ contacts, most of which are in the medical field. It baffles me, but at the end of the day, it works for her.)

But as a couple, we share contacts. She texts her cousin. I text her cousin. She emails her mom, I email her mom. Making duplicates of everyone would be stupid, but at the same time, I’m unwilling to have “Salami” in my phone all because that’s what Danielle used to call this person in grade school, someone that I am now friends with too.

Address Book on the iMac we share was split into two groups: Dole’s Contacts and Lou’s Contacts. For me, everything synced wirelessly, via MobileMe, but Danielle’s didn’t. It updated whenever she synced her phone with iTunes. Me being so contact-conscious, I would make sure that when adding someone to my address book on my phone, I was adding them to “Lou’s Contacts” and not hers. If it were a mutual friend or family member, I would add them to “All.”

Again--her, not so much.

For her, contacts would appear and disappear, mostly because she was adding people in the wrong place, or have entries wiped out when I re-synced, not knowing she'd made changes.

I could now begin to tell you about how a similar problem affected our bookmarks, but besides boring you, I’d probably make a solid case RE: my needing psychiatric help.

Long story short, it became clear that we needed our own computers.


But wait--separate?

For all those members of happy couples out there reading this and nodding, yes, you can say it out loud:

I need my own computer.

It’s okay to say it. Sure, you made a big deal of integrating your DVD collections and your book collections and your laundry and your lives, but it’s okay—you can need things to be separate some times.

Since getting the iPad last April, I’ve told anyone who would listen how it could easily replace a laptop. And I still think it can, at least, for a certain user base. But what it can’t do is be a—home—the same way a desktop or even a laptop can be. This fact is obvious when you unwrap your iPad and the first thing you do is—sync it to a computer.

So after a bunch of debating and processing and planning, Danielle and I decided that I would get my own computer. On it, Address Book would only contain my contacts. Safari would only contain my bookmarks. Mail would only show my mail. Instead of doing this odd shuffle involving flash drives and iDisk when I wanted to work on a document (which happens quite a bit when you’re a writer), no matter where I was, I’d open my computer and just—work on it.

So, okay, yup—it definitely needed to be a laptop.

(If you know me or spend any time reading Artificial Night, you already know I was only thinking about an Apple product, so I’m just going to proceed with that as a known)

Now, the MacBook Air had caught my eye when it was unveiled on 20 October 2010, as it probably did for many of you. It was/is sleek, slim, sexy, and once people got their hands on it, quite capable of some serious computing power, even if on paper the specs didn’t look mind-blowing.

I was still convinced that saving up and waiting for the iPad G2 was the smart bet.

Of course, that was before the I-need-my-own-computer revelation.

Seeing the MBA in person was what sold me. Tiny. Tiny. Because it’s cut on an angle, the front lip is seriously no thicker than your thumb and pointer pinched together. At its fattest in the rear, it is .03 mm taller than the iPhone 4. The 13” model is 1.4 lbs heavier than the iPad, but because the weight is spread out over more mass, when the lid is open, it seriously feels lighter than the iPad.

As you may be able to tell by now, I got it.


The MBA. 13”. 1.86 GHz Intel Core 2 Duo processor. Upgraded to 4 GB of memory.

And let me tell you, this thing sings.

A big concern I’ve seen voiced is the hard drive size—my model came with 128 GB of flash storage. And I agree, by 2011’s standards, that’s pretty small. But since flash storage is 2x as fast as a traditional spinning-disc hard drive, things happen very—quickly, to say the least. And in terms of enough-space-to-keep-your-shit, here’s the thing (and I understand in advance that this only applies to people with a separate “home” computer)—as part of our agreement, Danielle and I said that the iMac would still hold all of our music (mostly mine), movies (again, mostly mine), and photos (a 50-50 split). Because all of my other information would live on my MBA and sync via MobileMe, this was perfect. As of right now, even with all the applications I use installed, I’m occupying a grand total of 18.98 GB. I’ve got 102 GB free.

And should the day come when I run out of space, well, considering one can purchase a 1 TB external hard drive that weighs .44 lbs. for $99, well, let’s just say I’m not too worried.

Also part of the deal Danielle and I made was that I would hand the iMac over to her in pristine condition, which meant doing something I’d wanted to do for quite some time—restore it back to factory settings.


At first, the “restore back to factory” as it came to be known was an area of concern for me. But then I realized a few things. First, Apple’s supplied software would be reinstalled with no problem. Of the software I’d installed, the biggies were also not a problem, since I had all of the installation CDs. Software that I’d purchased online wouldn’t be too difficult either, as I still had all of my registration codes in my email. My personal data (contacts, email, bookmarks) were all saved on multiple devices and in the cloud, thanks to MobileMe. It basically came down to two areas of concern—iTunes and iPhoto.

I’ve got a large music collection. I’m notoriously thorough when it comes to playlists and album artwork (I’m sure you’re shocked by this). I’ve got a large photo collection. This too, is cataloged nicely. While I knew I had the music and the pictures themselves backed up in two different spots, I was concerned that my playlists and the artwork I’d added and the photo albums and the galleries, stuff that I’d put a lot of hours into, would not be preserved.

(I admit, I’m giving myself away here as a novice. I don’t care.)

Except another part of me felt like dropping the Music folder and the Pictures folder right where they normally go would put everything back the way it was.

And of course, it did.

(And yes, it worked out like that because it’s a Mac.)

I couldn’t have completed this process without the help of friends (thanks Adam and Pete!), who talked this whole thing out like, five times, with me and helped me to come up with this fun little to-do list:

The Plan

-Get MBA
-Sync it to MobileMe
-Backup the iMac to the Time Capsule
-Boot the iMac from the Snow Leopard DVD
-Backup the iMac HD to the external HD using Disk Utility
-File>Create Image>HD Name>Read Only
-Test Candybar? (Eject SL DVD, Mount .dmg of backup on external ((don't validate)), get rid of Candybar, reinstall it)
-Eject external HD (from Disk Utility)
-Restore iMac to Factory
-Turn off screensaver
-Software Update
-Reinstall software/apps
-Update all of those
-Mount external HD
-Restore iTunes
-Restore iPhoto


The only other issue was the time it would take to do all of this. That was solved by leaving a day during my Winter Break vacation solely devoted to “The Plan” and occupying the time spent in-between each step to the first season of Mad Men. At the end of the day, the whole process couldn’t have been easier. I plan on making a yearly tradition of it.


Of course, as one would expect, the iMac is running super fast now. Considering I bought the machine in 2007, it feels good to type that.

As for the MBA, well, what can I say?

I love it.

I love the portability. I love the speed. I love the instant-on feature. I love not having Flash installed.

(As of this piece going live, I’ll have had the MBA for three weeks, and I can honestly say the only times I even realized I didn’t have Flash installed was for ESPN highlights and that was solved by the Google Chrome “trick” outlined here. I even uninstalled Flash from the iMac.)

But most of all, I love knowing that my 147 Address Book entries match the 147 contacts in my Gmail, which match the 147 contacts on my iPhone.

Sure, I (read as: we) paid a nice chunk of change for that peace of mind.

But as all married couples learn, especially those of the “newly-” variety, sometimes you can’t put a price on happiness.

13 January 2011

Allow Me To Re-Introduce Myself

Greetings Artificial Night-ers.

I'd wanted to re-do this space for some time now, and my crushing manic surges finally got the best of me. Armed with the latest in technology and not nearly enough technical know-how, I completed, what I think, is a nice little upgrade to my digital man cave.

I tried to keep some things the same, for continuity's sake, while infusing some new features and colors and themes and other assorted detritus. I'm sure I'll think of something that I forgot to add at a completely inopportune time.

I decided it was time to lose the "Greetings from the Apocalypse!" sub-title. I'm not sure why. I think I just stopped finding it funny.

I hope you enjoy.

By Monday/Tuesday, I'll have a new post up.

Until then, here's a neat video I shot using the 8mm Vintage Camera App:

12 January 2011

While You're Waiting

Something to chew on while we spit-shine this place:


Prepare for a much nastier me in 2011.

JS