Semi- Sweekend Morsels

Monday, 31 October 2005

• I dressed as Teen Wolf, but no­body got it.
Down By Law wasn’t shot in Tremont, Mr. Hess, but in Louisiana. I’m pret­ty sure you meant Stranger Than Paradise, which I’ve now or­dered from the CPL. The Criterion Collection DVD of Down By Law is, as al­ways, awe­some, by the way.
• The UK ver­sion of The Rocky Horror Picture Show in­cludes a cut scene at the very end and a re­mas­ter­ing of the sound which makes the songs much more crisp and un­der­stand­able.
• The dri­ve to Akron on 77 is treer­if­fic in the fall.

Wednesday, 26 October 2005

Pellegrino Foods Heat and Eat Pepperoni Pizza Flavor Pepperoni Balls are made by Pellegrino Foods from Warren, PA. The on­ly thing I can find out about this com­pa­ny is this an­ti­defama­tion ap­peal [pdf]. In any case this item con­sists of two din­ner rolls in­ject­ed with some­thing ap­prox­i­mat­ing piz­za gunk. Ingredients in­clude: Potassium Bromate, Thiamine Mononitrate, Mozzarella Cheese Substitute, Sodium Aluminum Phosphate, Sodium Citrate, Sorbic Acid, Sodium Phosphate, Magnesium Oxide, Zinc Oxide, Cyanocobalamin, Ferric Orthophosphate, Pyridoxine HCO, Calcium Caseinate, Tricalcium Phosphate, Disodium Phosphate, Trisodium Phosphate, Calcium Panothenate, Sodium Erythorbate and pa­prika. All in just 6oz and for $1.30.

It was al­so in­spect­ed and passed by the U.S. Department of Agriculture EST 8575. Excuse me while I go die.

Beer

I went over to a neighbor’s house and carved a pump­kin last night, then end­ed up at Edison’s work­ing on a web­page while I wait­ed for the open mic to start. Edison’s has a rather im­pres­sive se­lec­tion of ran­dom beers, and even if they have Guinness on tap, I’m slow­ly mak­ing my way through their ran­dom se­lec­tion.

The first one I had was the Kalamazoo Brewing Company’s Two Hearted Ale. This beer was re­al­ly hop­py, some­thing I’m not too fond of. Strangely though, I ab­solute­ly loved it in this brew. I think it will be­come a warm-weath­er fa­vorite for me. It must have been the fish on the la­bel.

I al­so had a Holy Grail Ale made by the Black Sheep Brewing Company. This beer was quite ex­pen­sive and not that good. I should have lis­tened to the old man from scene 23.

I made Barb the bar­tender sur­prise me for my third beer and re­ceived their new item; a porter from the Southern Tier Brewing Company. This one didn’t have the punch of an Edmund Fitzgerald but it man­aged to do the nor­mal porter num­ber on me. It kin­da just slid down my throat in an unas­sum­ing man­ner. I like porters.

And I ob­vi­ous­ly don’t know enough about beers to re­view them.

Quantification and Qualification

Tuesday, 25 October 2005

Lately I’ve been run­ning across var­i­ous things deal­ing with quan­tifi­ca­tion [via Jack/Zen]and qual­i­fi­ca­tion and val­ue. I’m en­gaged with the­se thoughts and have been reshuf­fling and retelling them in or­der to get closer to… some­thing. The heart of the mat­ter? At least, some­thing that feels right.

Questions I’ve been ask­ing my­self in­clude:

• Does every­thing need to be quan­tifi­able?
• Must every­thing fit qual­i­fi­ca­tions?
• What things nat­u­ral­ly re­sist quan­tifi­ca­tion or qual­i­fi­ca­tion?

The quan­tifi­ca­tion ques­tions are eas­ier to an­swer, eas­ier to quan­ti­fy, be­cause they obey their own rules. Asking the ques­tion in terms of need is sub­jec­tive, and there­fore a bit disin­gen­u­ous, but the an­swer to that ques­tion adds con­text to the ques­tion: Can every­thing be quan­ti­fied? For me, the an­swer to both is no. I’m even of the opin­ion that things that can be quan­ti­fied don’t nec­es­sar­i­ly need to be quan­ti­fied ex­act­ly. We can’t avoid mea­sur­ing and judg­ing; dis­tance, how much salt is in a pinch, whether we have time to eat break­fast in the morn­ing, but when the mea­sur­ing and judg­ing takes prece­dence over the ex­pe­ri­ence of toss­ing a foot­ball or bak­ing brown­ies then quan­tifi­ca­tion is get­ting out of hand.

Questions like: “How much do you love me?” are bad ques­tions be­cause I think this is the area where quan­ti­ty and qual­i­ty start to get mixed up. If the an­swer to “How much do you love me?” is “Bigger than the uni­verse.” then the quan­ti­ty ques­tion has been an­swered in terms of quan­ti­ty. If the an­swer is “More than warm blan­kets and hot co­coa on a winter’s day.” then the ques­tion has been an­swered qual­i­ta­tive­ly. Quality ar­gu­ments [like the main thread of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance] are sub­jec­tive and there­fore slight­ly dif­fer­ent from each oth­er qual­i­ty ar­gu­ment. Even in groups that sup­pos­ed­ly es­pouse the same set of qual­i­fi­ca­tions there is a lot of el­bow room.

Jeff Hess frames a qual­i­ty ar­gu­ment:

Since the Englightenment the ar­gu­ment has run some­thing like this: Yes, here are fa­nat­ics and fun­da­men­tal­ists who com­mitt evil in the name of their god, but that re­al­i­ty should not be al­lowed to deny the so­lace of faith to those who do not seek to deny oth­ers their free­doms and faiths.

Do you think that ar­gu­ment still holds true, or, as Sam Harris ar­gues in The End Of Faith, is it time to rec­og­nize that all faith sys­tems are based on su­per­sti­tion and are in­her­ent­ly dam­ag­ing to the fu­ture of hu­man­i­ty?

This sort of ques­tion is a tough nut to crack for sev­er­al rea­sons, but the main one I can see is that it takes one set of qual­i­ta­tive cri­te­ria [the post-Enlightenment be­lief in Reason] and sets it again­st the qual­i­ta­tive cri­te­ria of oth­er be­lief sys­tems. For me at least, this is a ques­tion that can nev­er be an­swered be­cause to me it is ap­ples and or­anges. Probably the best ex­pla­na­tion of this comes from a MetaFilter com­ment:

Pure sci­en­tific fact is just a mean­ing­less pile of num­bers. Scientific the­o­ry is just a fal­si­fi­able pre­dic­tion. Humans can’t live on that alone. They can fit those pre­dic­tions and data in­to a view of what the world is, who they are, and how those two re­late, but that’s a sto­ry – that’s a mythol­o­gy – no mat­ter how you cut it. A pre­dic­tion about hu­man pop­u­la­tion dy­nam­ics over the next 100 years is a hy­poth­e­sis; be­liev­ing that hu­mans are de­fined and en­no­bled by the very same fac­ul­ty of rea­son that paves the eter­nal road of pro­gress on which we march is mythol­o­gy. Not in the sense that it isn’t true, but in the sense that it is un­fal­si­fi­able, un­sci­en­tific, and philo­soph­i­cal. In short, in that it is hu­man.

I’m not try­ing to cre­ate an ar­gu­ment about the ve­rac­i­ty of one set of qual­i­ta­tive cri­te­ria again­st an­oth­er, in­stead I’m of the opin­ion that any set of qual­i­ta­tive cri­te­ria must be tem­pered by doubt in the qual­i­fi­ca­tions of the qual­i­ta­tive cri­te­ria. This al­so in­cludes doubt in the qual­i­fi­ca­tions of quan­ti­ta­tive data. If you fol­low me.

Certainty is hubris.

Meat Weekend

Monday, 24 October 2005

I’m back from a long week­end at the old stomp­ing grounds in South Bend. Friday night I missed Frank Jackson’s ap­pear­ance at the Literary Café in or­der to plow through a Golden Domer at the new and im­proved CJ’s Pub. For those of you who don’t know what the Domer is let me en­light­en you. The Golden Domer is a 20oz hand­made burg­er, in­ject­ed with CJ’s spe­cial sauce and spiced with a bit of Lawry’s. It is then smoth­ered with white American cheese, ba­con, mush­rooms, toma­to, onion and let­tuce and served with a large pile of criss-cut fries. My bud­dy Jeremy took a few snaps with his cam­era phone, and as soon as he emails them to me, I’ll post ‘em here.

Saturday dawned and Jeremy made some break­fast bur­ri­tos with de­li­cious sausage from Tipton, KS for me and his wife Christy and his baby girl Katie. We then walked to cam­pus, which looks a lot dif­fer­ent than it did even a year ago. They’ve been build­ing build­ings su­per fast. We grabbed the nec­es­sary steak sand­wich from my old Knights of Columbus council’s steak sale and caught the end of Knute Rockne All American [star­ring Ronald Reagan as The Gipper]. We vis­it­ed the Grotto, watched the team walk from the Basilica to the sta­di­um, and then went to the JACC where I made a stop by my home away from home while I was in col­lege, the fenc­ing gym. Coach DeCicco was there, and he def­i­nite­ly didn’t know me from Adam, but that isn’t sur­pris­ing, con­sid­er­ing how long he’s been emer­i­tus.

Once we got to the sta­di­um, I grabbed a hot dog and coke as we watched the teams warm up. Then I watched us beat on BYU. After the game and the walk home we got a meat-lovers piz­za from Pizza Hut and watched the blithe­ly vi­o­lent Boondock Saints. Sunday dawned and af­ter Mass we went to Bibler’s and I had my sausage and eggs, hash browns, pan­cakes and oat­meal be­fore hit­ting the road back to Cleveland. If I had on­ly stayed a few more days I could have gone to Macri’s, Elia’s, the Mishawaka Brewing Company, and Bruno’s. Alas, I’m cube­farm­ing it again.

Cheese and Whine

Thursday, 20 October 2005

Once a mon­th I ar­rive at work and find the breeze­way full of donuts. Seriously. Three large box­es [per­haps three feet by two feet] and two small dozen box­es sit there, taunt­ing me. I can smell their fresh good­ness be­fore I even get to the door. Since the lat­est re­org we’re now al­so re­quired to put in manda­to­ry over­time through the end of the year. Merry Christmas. The ic­ing on the cake of course, is the fact that I can no longer keep track of BFD while I’m at work, be­cause it keeps get­ting ze­ro sized replies com­ing through the fire­wall. Either that or George has blocked our IP. Granted, I prob­a­bly shouldn’t surf the in­ter­net while at work, but since my cowork­ers can play soli­taire, com­put­er chess, do cross­word puz­zles or read the PD while at work, I don’t feel so bad. I am al­so sick of peo­ple who dri­ve the speed lim­it or slow­er in the fast lane of the in­ter­state. Passing on the in­side is legal in Ohio, but of­ten not pos­si­ble, since slow­er dri­vers who ac­tu­al­ly know what they are do­ing dri­ve the same speed in the oth­er lanes. I think that cov­ers it. I feel a bit bet­ter now.

I am go­ing to a Notre Dame foot­ball game this week­end though, and I’ll have the chance to eat at CJ’s again and have the best burg­er in ex­is­tence. I should prob­a­bly try to take a pic­ture of it for FoodGoat.

Nintendo Memories

Monday, 17 October 2005

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I pur­chased Super Mario Bros. 3 [watch some­one beat the game in 11 min­utes], The Legend of Zelda and Ice Hockey yes­ter­day for my 8 bit Nintendo Entertainment System. I first played a Nintendo soon af­ter it hit the mar­ket, on our fam­i­ly trip to Orlando Florida for Disney World and Sea World. I was prob­a­bly 5 or 6. I re­mem­ber stop­ping at an uncle’s house, some sort of kin, may­be a great un­cle, I’m not quite sure. Anyway he had a Nintendo. I’d nev­er heard of the Nintendo, and I don’t think I even knew what a video game was. I re­mem­ber play­ing Duck Hunt and may­be a lit­tle Excitebike and ab­solute­ly lov­ing it.

I nev­er had video games grow­ing up, un­til I saved enough mon­ey to buy a Gameboy in Junior High. I did man­age to mooch off of my cousins and my bud­dy Mario [no, re­al­ly.] who had all kinds of games. The rule was, you got to play the game un­til you had a game over and then you had to pass it on. This was frus­trat­ing for me be­cause the peo­ple who ac­tu­al­ly owned the games were much bet­ter and thus got to play much longer. I re­mem­ber watch­ing my cous­in Chris play Super Mario Bros. 3 for 3 hours be­fore he ran out of lives, and lit­tle old me would play Tetris for 20 min­utes and have to pass the con­troller.

Eventually I moved in­to the realms of Playstation, again pur­chas­ing it my­self, as I’ve done with all my com­put­er games, but the love for Nintendo was still there. My ju­nior year of col­lege, I nabbed a Nintendo and a few games on Ebay and have been slow­ly build­ing the car­tridge col­lec­tion since. One of my teammate’s hous­es off cam­pus had an old school Nintendo and Super Mario 3 bat­tles on a reg­u­lar ba­sis. I even man­aged to im­press them with my amaz­ing jump­ing abil­i­ties. I did man­age to ac­quire a mod­icum of skill at 8 bit Nintendo over the years, even though I’m no Wizard. Now, I have a bunch of stu­pid sports games, but I do have Super Mario/​Duck Hunt, Metroid [thanks Patrick!], Tetris, Section Z and the afore­men­tioned games. I still need a few key ones though. Double Dragon, Excitebike, Contra, 10 Yard Fight, Final Fantasy and Bubble Bobble. They will be mine, oh yes, they will be mine.

What is your fa­vorite line-up for Ice Hockey? I prefer one fat guy, one nor­mal guy and two skin­nies.