Posts from 01/2019
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There are no major spoilers in these reviews.
Simulation Theory by Muse:
Muse's latest album is solid all of the way through, and one I keep putting back on in the car. A good mix of their classic hard rock style blended with their more recent electronica, and no wannabe-student-composer movie symphonies to be found anywhere!
Final Grade: B+
Ready Player One (PG-13):
This is about as good of an adaptation one could make of the original book -- telling the tale of a virtual treasure hunt in an online world where everyone in a dystopian future spends their time. The plot felt a bit rushed even though the movie still felt a bit too long, but it hit all of the right high points without been too enslaved by the source material. As usual, the portions of the movie that took place in the real world were more emotionally investing than the video game parts. I enjoyed that the movie was chock full of pop culture references, but strategically placed so you could enjoy them if you got them and not get beaten over the head with them otherwise. Subtle musical cues by Alan Silvestri (calling back to the era where his big budget successes, such as Back to the Future were composed) were particularly nice.
Final Grade: B
Culture Code: The Secrets of Highly Successful Groups by Daniel Coyle:
I read this book about group dynamics for work -- its a fast read with some very interesting, yet shallow, anecdotes about famous successful teams, such as Pixar and the Navy Seals. I don't think the book is as actionable as it purports to be -- it would seem that a lot of the successful group dynamics originate from a particular personality or some naturally-occurring baseline allowed to flourish.
Final Grade: B-
Silicon Valley, S4:
This was a great season, with episodes bouncing from conflict to conflict for maximum comedic potential without allowing any one idea to become stale. No character felt overused, and the plot had a nice, complete feel to it.
Final Grade: B+
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Maia is one 1.5 years old and more toddler than baby. She's heavy enough that I'm going to have to stop carrying her in an Ergo on our mall trips soon, and gets plenty of exercise running all over the house all day long. As part of her impending toddlership, she gets frustrated much more easily over simple things (coming inside because outside is amazing, not having all 3 of her stuffed animals during naptime, not being allowed to eat Mom's sushi, etc). She can do the signs for "more" and "done", and her default way of asking you to do more of anything is to make the sign while repeating "mo mo mo" over and over until you cave.
Maia enjoys reading and scribbling, although she is less independent than before -- she'd rather watch you read and draw things than do it herself, and prefers to be in the same room if you sneak down the hall for a pint. Her stable of animal noises is rounding out nicely (she can "howl like a wolf" on command now) and she has gotten very good at identifying things in books then finding the real-life version in our house.
We have a good rhythm of life going on right now, especially since I'm no longer waking up at midnight to do code stuff. Rebecca watches Maia in the morning while I write amazing prose. They go to the library for Storytime or Ridgetop Coffee for indoor playground time, meeting up with Maia's many library friends. After lunch, Maia naps for up to 2 hours while Rebecca and I relax, exercise, or catch up on life. I go on duty around 4 PM, doing things like mall visits, lake walks, and grocery runs until Rebecca gets home from work after 8 PM. Rebecca's parents visit weekly on Tuesdays, while I get over to my parent's house in Alexandria a couple times a month when Maia wakes up in time to miss rush hour.
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In the 1992 - 1993 school year, I was a 13-year-old 9th grader in my last year at Hammond Junior High. After years of lagging behind my social peers, I finally held some illusive level of popularity and kids that would follow my lead, especially in band. I was not a kid that I would want to hang out with today, and definitely treated some people nastily until confronted with my own meanness as the year went on. I like to think I greatly improved after that turning point!
A typical day started out with an Early Bird session of Mr. Bonfanti's World English class, most of which was spent taking word-by-word dictation of study notes about Gilgamesh. From there, we went to band, where a new band director had taken over for the beloved, retiring Mr. Randall. We kept a running count of how often she lost control of the group, shouted, or threw a music stand which exceeded 100 by the end of the year. Most of my other classes were not that memorable, although I remember that my gym teacher, Ms. Lemley, was pregnant and unable to navigate the stairs to the gym. Towards the end of her pregnancy, we sat in a classroom watching Candyman instead (definitely not an appropriate selection for public school ninth graders, with nary a permission slip in sight). I remember having fun in Chemistry class, although I thought it was weird that Mr. Wargowsky kept trying to teach me the chemical equation for converting an imaginary element, masturbium, into masturbate.
Ninth grade was also the final year of my Eagle Scout work. Frantic to get me to Eagle before my interest waned, my dad had me on a rigorous "2 merit badges per month" schedule during which I learned almost nothing about each badge. My Eagle Project involved erosion control and clean-up at the Dora Kelly Nature Park (all traces of which had vanished to nature the last time I visited in 2008), where my volunteers met the minimum requirements by working exactly 100 hours and 5 minutes. Flipping through my project write-up, I see that I requested lumber donations from Hechinger's and they never replied (probably why they went out of business). I also requested rebar donations from the Nature Park which they granted but never delivered. I ended up earning Eagle in January 1993, with the infamous Court of Honor in June.
In my free time, I was playing games on our new CD-ROM 2X Speed drive like 7th Guest, Return to Zork, and Sam and Max Hit the Road. I was reading lots of Gordon Korman and Ellen Raskin, and listening to my Dances with Wolves soundtrack on repeat (having not found any popular music worth listening to yet). I also continued excelling at playing the cornet with minimal actual practice time. My dad was getting back into playing the tuba at the time, so as a family activity we joined the Alexandria Citizens' Band, whose median age was roughly 142. Under the direction of Fritz Velke, I got to play last chair under a bunch of old guys that hadn't practiced since the Bay of Pigs and my sister got to play her oboe while being creepily stared at by the first clarinetist.
The end of the school year also brought the unnecessary drama of Freshman Prom (or "Banquet" as it was called by old people). I took a step outside my comfort zone by asking a cute girl from the other junior high who I had met through Crew and she said yes. Unbeknownst to me, people in my extended friend group were conspiring to set me up with someone else from that junior high, assuming that I'd never get a date on my own. Since the other girl assumed that these machinations were originating from me, it came as a shock when she asked and I had to say no. I suddenly found myself in a reality TV world where everyone at the other school was angry at my callous actions. Later, the junior high schools decided to hold their Proms on the same night, and the first girl backed out because she understandably wanted to hang out with her friends that she already knew. Then, the water tower broke.
I ultimately went with Rachel, a girl from my school who liked me to some extent, but I probably did not do a great job at hiding my disappointment about way things worked out. Like all puberty problems, this experience was dramatically scarring for a few more years until it wasn't.
Other posts in this series: 1979 | 1980 | 1981 | 1982 | 1983 | 1984 | 1985 | 1986 | 1987 | 1988 | 1989 | 1990 | 1990 - 1991 | 1991 - 1992 | 1992 - 1993
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Fine Print by Invisible Inc:
This album from a band fronted by Watsky reminds me of several jazz combo albums from my youth -- it's really music the performers want to listen to themselves rather caring about what the audience wants to hear. The songs are catchy enough and have a few good hooks, but the album leaves me cold.
Final Grade: C
Mission Impossible: Fallout:
Having only watched the most recent (J.J. Abrams dynasty) MI movies, Rogue Nation was the only one I truly enjoyed. This follow-up movie is too video-game-y and not visceral enough. The action sequences are overwhelmed by CGI, the exposition threatens to bury the action with a running time of 2.5 hours, and nothing felt particularly dangerous. Skip it.
Final Grade: C
Two Tone Rebel by e-dubble:
This album by white rapper, e-dubble, relies a bit too much on oversampling and autotune, but is a fun, simple callback to hip hop circa 2010. I first heard of him through the song, Olly Olly.
Final Grade: B
Designated Survivor, S1:
This show stars Kiefer Sutherland as a mild-mannered bureaucrat who ends up as the President after a catastrophe during the State of the Union address. As a network show, it has some built-in flaws such as repetitive exposition to make sure you heard the important plot points, weak and sometimes preachy dialogue, and annoying secondary storylines involving family. The first half culminating in the intersection of two parallel stories is great, but the second half is much weaker -- the conspiracy takes a backseat to a much milder version of The West Wing. I probably won't watch the second season. Free on Netflix.
Final Grade: B-
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12 pictures of your day on the 12th of every month
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I've used Google Photos for photo storage ever since they bought and gradually crushed Picasa. It's no surprise that Google continues to single out useful pieces of software to axe once they're bored of them -- I don't recall where I read it, but I agree wholeheartedly with the sentiment that the Google company is like a Montessouri school full of software engineers run amok.
While I regularly say that Google Photos sucks, I've never actually itemized the reasons why.
What do I like about Google Photos?
Series to be continued in, "Why Firefox After v56 Sucks"...
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We All Got Lost by Spose:
If you liked Spose before, this is more of the same -- heavy on witty similes but light on songs you want to listen to more than once. It's also not quite as fun as previous albums.
Final Grade: C+
Homecoming, S1:
This moody, sci-fi show starring Julia Roberts as a counselor in a peculiar military rehabilitation clinic left me bored after two glacially-paced episodes full of cliches. I gave up. Free on Amazon Prime.
Final Grade: Not Rated
Crazy Rich Asians:
This is a light, by-the-numbers romantic comedy that's fun while it lasts but will leave no lasting impressions. Awkwafina's character, while very funny, is essentially a female Ken Jeong, which is strange since Ken Jeong is actually in the movie as her dad.
Final Grade: B-
Black Mirror: Bandersnatch:
The latest (standalone) episode of Black Mirror is a self-referential "Choose Your Own Adventure" story about a programmer in the 80s creating a Choose Your Own Adventure video game and questioning his own free will. The ability to decide how the show progresses is fun for awhile, and the "final" ending can be reached before you get bored with the concept (about 80 minutes or so). However, it's not compelling enough to watch again for one of the five different endings. Free on Netflix.
Final Grade: B+
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Seventeen years ago today, on Wednesday, January 23, 2002, I was in my first year of grad school at FSU. After a morning class of Pedagogy of Music Theory II which was about as useful as it sounds, I came back to my cinderblock apartment to work on the second movement of my string quartet. I then played Wizardry 8, a new game which I liked for about a week before getting bored.
In the afternoon, I received two packages. The first contained Finale 2002 which I used for music composition until 2011 when it stopped working with Windows 7. It also came with a stylish blue water glass that's still in my cupboard today. The other package, from Amazon, contained a wall calendar titled Cats Into Everything and the newly-released Book 6 of the Wars of Light and Shadow by Janny Wurts. I read this 700-page tome religiously over the coming weeks, interrupting my on-and-off reading of The Muse That Sings, a self-serving book filled with composers talking about themselves.
In the evening, Mike, Kathy, Mark, and I went out for dinner and then saw latest Oscar-bait movie, A Beautiful Mind. I remember liking the mid-movie twist, as we were all in the naive early days where twists weren't overdone and using "Shyamalan" as a verb (as in "They really Shyamalan'd that ending") still had a positive connotation.
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There are no major spoilers in these reviews.
Parking Lot Symphony by Trombone Shorty:
Trombone Shorty continues to move towards more crowd-pleasing accompanied vocals. It's perfectly fine, but the genre is already oversaturated with similar music -- I prefer his first two albums with more unique instrumental New Orleans funk.
Final Grade: C+
x Infinity by Watksy:
A few good hooks mixed in with some overly artistic songs makes this album hit-or-miss. Nowhere near as good as Cardboard Castles.
Final Grade: B-
Barry, Season One:
This HBO show about a hitman who discovers new meaning in life by becoming an actor in LA is much better than the elevator pitch would suggest. The show finds a perfect balance of actor humor, pathos, and extreme violence, and leaves you wanting more (the 8 episode season is over way too quickly).
Final Grade: A
The Witness:
This highly-rated puzzle game turned out to be an overhyped exploration of a pretty, sterile environment filled with line doodle puzzles more appropriate for a mobile game. After a half-hour of game time, it had not given me any incentive to keep playing. I should have trusted my instincts, having also disliked the game, Braid, by the same author.
Final Grade: Not Rated
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or, at least, the ones I actually went to
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New photos have been added to the Life, 2019 album. Google Photos sucks.
January's Final Grade: B+, Could have been a little warmer, but otherwise nice and relaxing.
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