This review contains spoilers. If the ending of this movie is important to you blah blah blah etc etc [fill in standard disclaimers here]
It's been interesting talking to other people about WALL-E. It's a really polarizing movie; you either love it or you hate it. Well, I love it. I think this is probably the best Pixar film yet and to be honest all kid-ness aside was probably one of the best movies of the year. The only reason this movie doesn't also get a 1/1 is because I've only seen it twice so I can't stick my neck out for it that far.
All that said, it's not the easiest movie to watch. WALL-E comes down on our current state of civilization pretty hard. It puts a pretty thin veil over it's implications that we are overweight, wasteful, and self-absorbed.
But while it rails against our current state and our likely future state it holds out the most optimistic message I've seen in mass media in years.
It's a movie about a robot who has effectively turned into a human. WALL-E has been collecting our trash on an abandoned Earth for 700 years. It's a pretty bleak back drop. Like I said, it's not an easy movie to watch. Along the way he picked up a bit of a glitch. He collects old trash he finds interesting.
Really the rest of the movie revolves around which trash WALL-E likes to pick up. Sure there are some interesting trinkets and broken toys but largely he collects the things we are throwing out because we've forgotten that singing is fun and dancing is something that people do when they fall in love with each other.
Soon enough Eve makes her grand entrance. Since WALL-E has been reading up, he knows how to handle the situation. Sort of. He runs into that same awkward wall we all run into when we want someone to like us. But he is endearing and since he has the sense to preserve life when he finds it he and Eve end up on their way to fixing the world's problems.
WALL-E chases Eve back to the Axiom (the mothership if you will) and promptly manages to run amok left and right. It's adorable watching him try to clean things up. He helps people back in their chairs, he waves to people, sings, etc.
In the process he starts spreading humanity around as he goes. People who got knocked out of their chair notice that there is an actual physical world around them. He waves to other robots and they all start to pick it up. Even the big ol' trash robots in the bottom of the ship have picked it up by the time WALL-E gets there.
Eventually WALL-E gets the plant Eve was carrying around up to the captain who is probably the most self sufficient person on the ship. He actually does things like announce the weather every day which is a lot more than anyone else does.
The arrival of The Plant gets the captain researching Earth with the talking computer. It gives us one of the most romantic scenes I've seen in a movie in a long time. WALL-E figures out in space he can fly around with a fire extinguisher. He and Eve "dance" around the outside of the ship together while the computer explains dancing to the Captain. I know, written down it sounds lame but it's not, I promise.
At the end of the day the captain has to fight the auto pilot to get every body back to earth so they can start growing pizza plants again (why he thinks you can grow a pizza plant is still beyond me). The use of the space odyssey music when the captain finally gets out of his chair and stands up is classic.
Really what makes WALL-E so awesome is how incredibly optimistic it is. It fully acknowledges that we have big problems but it really does assert that we can solve them with really simple things like smiling and waving. It reminds you that falling in love means wanting to hang around each other and hold hands and dance, even if the person is in a temporary coma. And it does it with two main characters who can't possibly speak more than 10 unique words between them and whose only emotive features are eyes.
So there you have it. John Lasseter (the director) deserves recognition up there with Spielberg and Kurosawa.
Writer: M
Editor: G
Supporting Staff - Claire, Scott
OK, so unrelated to the rest of the movie the credits to this film are awesome. They start off with a backdrop of semi-animated cave paintings showing the Axiom passengers getting off and starting to rebuild things. Slowly over the course of the credits the background art morphs to Egyptian hieroglyphs, then Renaissance paintings, then impressionist, then Van Gogh. It ends with Atari style art of WALL-E and Eve. The assertion they are making is that computer graphics is the latest artistic technique and is just as valid as any other art form humanity has worked out. That would be incredibly arrogant if you hadn't just finished watching a movie that is a perfect proof of concept for that idea. I hope Pixar continues to make films my kids will watch and I will enjoy long into the future.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Movie Review: Beauty and the Beast ( 1 out of 1 Stars)
You've probably figured out by now that when I say "movie review" I really mean "Hey, why don't you read while I ramble about a movie I just watched :)" Well, tough, because there just aren't very many forums for discussing the artistic merits of early 90's children's movies.
I ended up giving this film only one possible star because no matter how many stars I allot, it will get all of them. After watching it as a child and as an adult with children, I do not have any changes I would like to see made to the film as it was originally released. That's coming from someone so cynical they usually have multiple suggestions for the makers of TV commercials.
I really like this movie. Watching it again as an adult, I appreciate a lot of stuff I never noticed when I was a kid. The songs move, the characters are more real than most movies (ironic since they are candlesticks and feather dusters), and there aren't any awkward "duct tape moments" at the end to patch things up.
Like at the end of the little mermaid:
Of all the cool stuff to pick out, mostly I was surprised to realize that even with Belle being 1) the princess, and 2) the "star," a large part of the story is a deep contrast between Gaston and the Beast.
Gaston declares "She's the most beautiful girl in town... That makes her the best." Ironic, since she is the best girl in town but not because she's the most beautiful. Of course Gaston "knows" Belle will be happy to marry him. The Beast knows Belle is the best but doesn't think she could ever love him.
Gaston can't stand Belle's father so he has his lackeys throw him out in the cold. The beast can't stand Belle's father so he safely, albeit abruptly, sends him home in a carriage.
When Gaston realizes Belle is missing he leaves his buddy in the snow to wait for Belle to show up. When Bell runs off and goes missing the Beast tracks her through the snow and fights off wolves to save her life.
When Gaston realizes how much Belle loves her father he tries use that to force her into marrying him. When the Beast realizes how much Belle loves her father he lets her leave, believing he will never see her again.
At the climax of the movie the Beast and Gaston fight like titans, hand to hand.* When all is said and done, Gaston is dangling from his neck over the kind of chasm that can only exist in animated films (and Saturday morning cartoons). For some reason the Beast pulls him back in and lets him go. Why? Why not kill him? He already invaded your castle, tried to kill you, and force the only woman you've ever loved to marry him.
If I guess right, the Beast can't help but realize as he holds Gaston over the ledge that not that long ago he WAS Gaston. The young prince that sent the old woman away could just as easily have been born in a small provincial town with the pick of all the local women. The Beast was given a second chance, and can't throw someone over the ledge that hasn't had their's yet. He's learned too much about love for something like that.
Not that this is some kind of wacko Sundance film though. I mean, Gaston does turn around and screw up again, getting himself killed in the process.
Nor is it Shakespeare. The beast comes back to life and there is much rejoicing.
Thus ends (in my opinion) one of the best movies ever made.
*Anyone who has done any hunting will tell you being within arms reach of an injured but living deer or similarly sized animal is a disturbing idea. The idea of intentionally hitting something the size of the beast with a stick after you have "irritated" it with an arrow is ludicrous for anyone who has not been magically transformed into something. Apparently Gaston has magically been turned into an idiot
I ended up giving this film only one possible star because no matter how many stars I allot, it will get all of them. After watching it as a child and as an adult with children, I do not have any changes I would like to see made to the film as it was originally released. That's coming from someone so cynical they usually have multiple suggestions for the makers of TV commercials.
I really like this movie. Watching it again as an adult, I appreciate a lot of stuff I never noticed when I was a kid. The songs move, the characters are more real than most movies (ironic since they are candlesticks and feather dusters), and there aren't any awkward "duct tape moments" at the end to patch things up.
Like at the end of the little mermaid:
"What the heck. She may have dragged us through more misery than we ever imagined possible and I'll never see her again but why don't I just put those legs back on? Besides, maybe then she won't bug us anymore."Or in Aladdin:
"I know we just had a whole movie about a genie who can't make you a real prince so you can marry my daughter so I'll just change the rules now instead. Have fun kids!"You get the point.
Of all the cool stuff to pick out, mostly I was surprised to realize that even with Belle being 1) the princess, and 2) the "star," a large part of the story is a deep contrast between Gaston and the Beast.
Gaston declares "She's the most beautiful girl in town... That makes her the best." Ironic, since she is the best girl in town but not because she's the most beautiful. Of course Gaston "knows" Belle will be happy to marry him. The Beast knows Belle is the best but doesn't think she could ever love him.
Gaston can't stand Belle's father so he has his lackeys throw him out in the cold. The beast can't stand Belle's father so he safely, albeit abruptly, sends him home in a carriage.
When Gaston realizes Belle is missing he leaves his buddy in the snow to wait for Belle to show up. When Bell runs off and goes missing the Beast tracks her through the snow and fights off wolves to save her life.
When Gaston realizes how much Belle loves her father he tries use that to force her into marrying him. When the Beast realizes how much Belle loves her father he lets her leave, believing he will never see her again.
At the climax of the movie the Beast and Gaston fight like titans, hand to hand.* When all is said and done, Gaston is dangling from his neck over the kind of chasm that can only exist in animated films (and Saturday morning cartoons). For some reason the Beast pulls him back in and lets him go. Why? Why not kill him? He already invaded your castle, tried to kill you, and force the only woman you've ever loved to marry him.
If I guess right, the Beast can't help but realize as he holds Gaston over the ledge that not that long ago he WAS Gaston. The young prince that sent the old woman away could just as easily have been born in a small provincial town with the pick of all the local women. The Beast was given a second chance, and can't throw someone over the ledge that hasn't had their's yet. He's learned too much about love for something like that.
Not that this is some kind of wacko Sundance film though. I mean, Gaston does turn around and screw up again, getting himself killed in the process.
Nor is it Shakespeare. The beast comes back to life and there is much rejoicing.
Thus ends (in my opinion) one of the best movies ever made.
*Anyone who has done any hunting will tell you being within arms reach of an injured but living deer or similarly sized animal is a disturbing idea. The idea of intentionally hitting something the size of the beast with a stick after you have "irritated" it with an arrow is ludicrous for anyone who has not been magically transformed into something. Apparently Gaston has magically been turned into an idiot
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Cheering at big rallies
First off, even though I noticed this listening to the DNC speeches, I don't want this to come across as partisan. Now that I notice, I know I've heard this same phenomenon at every political rally from which I've ever heard sound bytes and quite a few other places as well.
I was listening to Patrick Murphy's speech at the Democratic National Convention. It used to be up on youtube but it looks like it's gone now.
Here's a slightly enhanced transcript from the middle
Shouldn't these be fairly sobering statements? Shouldn't our next thoughts be to question why we haven't already fixed this? Congress approves the budget. The Democrats control the house and the senate. Why didn't they hold out for that body armor? Why aren't they passing bills to improve oversight of Veterans facilities?
As far as I can tell, these people can't wait 30 seconds to hear about how we might actually solve the problem. They smell blood. They know that since things are bad they are more likely to get what they want if they promise change. The fact that people are cheering the existence of problems because it might advance their cause means we have let a conflict of interest sneak in. I don't mean the kind of conflict of interest that fits through your front door. I'm talking about a conflict of interest you need an aircraft hanger door to let in. We have aparently created a situation where someone who wants to get something (election, promotion, etc) has a vested interest in 1) not helping out or 2) causing problems until the decision is made. Thats BAD. Attack of the 50 foot woman bad.
Of course I don't know what to do about any of this. Perhaps everyone at one of these conventions will get mild food poisoning and spend the rest of the convention vomitting. Then someone from the overworked food service lobby can get up at the "Stop Big Emotional Conventions" convention and give an exhilarating speech about how horrible that convention was where everyone puked their guts out.
Then we can all cheer long before they get to the part about the new handwashing public service campaign they are planning.
I was listening to Patrick Murphy's speech at the Democratic National Convention. It used to be up on youtube but it looks like it's gone now.
Here's a slightly enhanced transcript from the middle
For eight long years, we've had a president who rushed to stand in front of soldiers at political rallies but abandoned them at Walter ReedFor the first time I had the presence of mind to ask "Why are we cheering about veterans being left in inadequate medical facilities and failing to get the combat equipment they need?" Some of the cheering was reserved but a lot was definitely in the "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEE" vein.
[cheering by the crowd]
We had a president who spent billions on private contractors but not enough on body armor for our troops
[cheering by the crowd]
We had a president who was there for the photo-ops but AWOL when it came to doing right by our fellow veterans.
[cheering by the crowd]
Shouldn't these be fairly sobering statements? Shouldn't our next thoughts be to question why we haven't already fixed this? Congress approves the budget. The Democrats control the house and the senate. Why didn't they hold out for that body armor? Why aren't they passing bills to improve oversight of Veterans facilities?
As far as I can tell, these people can't wait 30 seconds to hear about how we might actually solve the problem. They smell blood. They know that since things are bad they are more likely to get what they want if they promise change. The fact that people are cheering the existence of problems because it might advance their cause means we have let a conflict of interest sneak in. I don't mean the kind of conflict of interest that fits through your front door. I'm talking about a conflict of interest you need an aircraft hanger door to let in. We have aparently created a situation where someone who wants to get something (election, promotion, etc) has a vested interest in 1) not helping out or 2) causing problems until the decision is made. Thats BAD. Attack of the 50 foot woman bad.
Of course I don't know what to do about any of this. Perhaps everyone at one of these conventions will get mild food poisoning and spend the rest of the convention vomitting. Then someone from the overworked food service lobby can get up at the "Stop Big Emotional Conventions" convention and give an exhilarating speech about how horrible that convention was where everyone puked their guts out.
Then we can all cheer long before they get to the part about the new handwashing public service campaign they are planning.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Wondering why this blog is called this?
I named this blog during a fit of frustration with most of the rest of the world. I can't remember what the problem was at the time but it seemed like one in a long line of "You've got to be kidding me!??" moments.
And then just when I was starting to think I was crazy and everyone else was normal you get stuff like this
Are
they
serious?
This is Reuters right? I didn't type the name wrong did I? Is Reuters not who I remember them being? I remember a Reuters that occasionally approached responsible journalism.
But surely this is just some sucker rookie reporter at one news outlet who managed to slip something past their fact checker right?
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong
In case you are wondering
1) It is possible to get significant power out of water. Just ask these guys. Sure maybe they have a mini-tokamak reactor in there even though the best fusion researchers in the world need a 6 meter radius to get net power output. Of course if you believe Bussard you can do it in 1 or 2.
2) Supposedly this car runs a 300 watt engine. Problems with this anyone? My car runs a 150000 watt engine. Granted my car is reasonably fast but I don't actually think it is 500 times more powerful than the engine in the car you see in the video.
3) I'm not saying this is impossible. Lots of things that seem impossible are real. But lets let at least a touch of peer review or actual demonstration take place before we go off 1/64th of the way cocked.
I'm not asking for much, just a ten hour test drive with a five gallon bucket of water. Or however much I need to keep me going for that long. What's that you say, you have to stop and replace the very battery-esque filters every five hours? Oh well then, I can see how that would eliminate the need for any real validation of you claims.
Carry on.
And then just when I was starting to think I was crazy and everyone else was normal you get stuff like this
Are
they
serious?
This is Reuters right? I didn't type the name wrong did I? Is Reuters not who I remember them being? I remember a Reuters that occasionally approached responsible journalism.
But surely this is just some sucker rookie reporter at one news outlet who managed to slip something past their fact checker right?
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong
In case you are wondering
1) It is possible to get significant power out of water. Just ask these guys. Sure maybe they have a mini-tokamak reactor in there even though the best fusion researchers in the world need a 6 meter radius to get net power output. Of course if you believe Bussard you can do it in 1 or 2.
2) Supposedly this car runs a 300 watt engine. Problems with this anyone? My car runs a 150000 watt engine. Granted my car is reasonably fast but I don't actually think it is 500 times more powerful than the engine in the car you see in the video.
3) I'm not saying this is impossible. Lots of things that seem impossible are real. But lets let at least a touch of peer review or actual demonstration take place before we go off 1/64th of the way cocked.
I'm not asking for much, just a ten hour test drive with a five gallon bucket of water. Or however much I need to keep me going for that long. What's that you say, you have to stop and replace the very battery-esque filters every five hours? Oh well then, I can see how that would eliminate the need for any real validation of you claims.
Carry on.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Obesity and Imigration, Two Birds, One Stone?
So you've probably heard alot about the immigration issue in the news lately. Lots of people making a big huff about people taking jobs, drivers licenses, potential terrorist entry points, blah blah blah.
You've also probably heard a lot of people talking about how Americans are getting heavier and how a higher and higher percentage of people are obese or morbidly obese and are going to drive up our health care costs blah blah blah.
I think I have a silver bullet answer to both problems.
We need a commodity manual labor market place. Some system so I can go find 1, 5, 15, or whatever number of hours of manual labor I can do for free.
When someone needs their lawn re-sodded or house repainted or whatever, they post it on some craigslist style service and I'll show up and work for free for however long I want. That way I get my exercise in for the week without paying gym memberships and on my terms.
Since I'm working for free there aren't any messy tax issues or ID issues. And since you aren't charging me I save on gym membership and I can pick and choose when and where. If you have something that needs doing that happens to be on my way home from work, bingo. I get a free workout and you get free labor.
Since most immigrants come and do unskilled or low skill manual labor it shouldn't be hard for most Americans to pick up the skills they need to specialize in some particular kind of labor. If you don't want to do that there would be a fair number of jobs that wouldn't require any skill at all, like moving shingles or pulling rocks out of someones lawn so they can plant a tree. That would lower the demand for foreign labor and solve our immigration problem since even Hispanics can't compete with free.
We all get healthier, we lower the incentive for people to sneak into our country and surreptitiously hang our drywall and fry our food, and we do it relatively free of red tape.
Of course this won't work because the liability issues surrounding letting someone come on by and pull rocks out of your lawn or work with "hazerdous" chemicals like latex paint are astronomical by American standards.
Oh yeah, and Americans are too lazy to actually get out and do any work.
But still, a guy can dream can't he?
You've also probably heard a lot of people talking about how Americans are getting heavier and how a higher and higher percentage of people are obese or morbidly obese and are going to drive up our health care costs blah blah blah.
I think I have a silver bullet answer to both problems.
We need a commodity manual labor market place. Some system so I can go find 1, 5, 15, or whatever number of hours of manual labor I can do for free.
When someone needs their lawn re-sodded or house repainted or whatever, they post it on some craigslist style service and I'll show up and work for free for however long I want. That way I get my exercise in for the week without paying gym memberships and on my terms.
Since I'm working for free there aren't any messy tax issues or ID issues. And since you aren't charging me I save on gym membership and I can pick and choose when and where. If you have something that needs doing that happens to be on my way home from work, bingo. I get a free workout and you get free labor.
Since most immigrants come and do unskilled or low skill manual labor it shouldn't be hard for most Americans to pick up the skills they need to specialize in some particular kind of labor. If you don't want to do that there would be a fair number of jobs that wouldn't require any skill at all, like moving shingles or pulling rocks out of someones lawn so they can plant a tree. That would lower the demand for foreign labor and solve our immigration problem since even Hispanics can't compete with free.
We all get healthier, we lower the incentive for people to sneak into our country and surreptitiously hang our drywall and fry our food, and we do it relatively free of red tape.
Of course this won't work because the liability issues surrounding letting someone come on by and pull rocks out of your lawn or work with "hazerdous" chemicals like latex paint are astronomical by American standards.
Oh yeah, and Americans are too lazy to actually get out and do any work.
But still, a guy can dream can't he?
Saturday, June 14, 2008
DIY Car Repair... The Power of the Internet
I know everyone is super excited about how the internet is bringing cultures together and improving business but you've probably already gathered how I'm a bit of an odd duck who doesn't care about the things most sane people care about.
When I think of the power of the internet I think of things like do-it-yourself car repair.
I've had this problem with my Volkswagen (thanks AZ for the spelling correction) for a couple of months. Whenever I really step on the gas I hear this loud hissing noise. G also notices that their really isn't as much boost from the turbo as there used to be. Obvious problem - there is an air leak somewhere.
But where?
It's not like I don't take a gander at my hoses when I change my oil so if there were big chunks missing or clamps coming off I would know about it. It has to be a slit in a hose or some component like the wastegate or diverter valve has an internal failure.
And to make matters worse, it only happens when the turbo boosts above atmospheric pressure so it will be nearly impossible to reproduce without 1) a dyno or 2) strapping someone to the front of the car and driving around under high acceleration with the hood open. For the record if the good ol' 'net hadn't come to the rescue I would be trying option 3 (have someone stand on the brake while they rev the engine) since I'm far too cheap to actually go find a good dyno.
Anyway, before trying either of those I decided I would give my local "overly interested in our particular make/model of car" internet forum a shot.
So I wander over to the B5 garage forum (my car is built on the B5 VW/Audi chassis) and searched for "throttle hiss".
There are five results for that query
One of them is this
Another is this
Another is this
I figure if someone describes pretty much the exact symptoms I'm seeing and gets a response that says:
"No, this is about a 6 inch long hose, about 3/4 of an inch in diameter. Look at the throttle body. Then look at the intake to the rear of the throttle body. Start feeling hoses.
One is going to feel REAL soft and have a 4 inch tear in it."
I ought to at least give it a shot. So even though it's pretty late I grab our flashlight and head out to have a look. Sure enough, right in the inside of the L there is a ~1 inch split.
A little more googling tells me this part will cost ~$20 to purchase + some change for new clamps. I didn't ask but I'm guessing a mechanic would have run me ~$150 for this fix. [rant] And depending on the mechanic they probably would have gotten it wrong and I would have had to haul my now more broken car back their shop so I can let them continue to not fix it because heaven forbid if a repair shop messed up your car they would pay to have someone else fix it[/rant].
Anyway, all I know is since there are 85000000000000 people on the internet if there is a common failure mode for pretty much anything I own, I can probably go online and find a few dozen people who got fed up about it, knew enough about what was going on, and wrote it up compete with the part numbers I need and links to online retailers who will sell me the parts.
When I think of the power of the internet I think of things like do-it-yourself car repair.
I've had this problem with my Volkswagen (thanks AZ for the spelling correction) for a couple of months. Whenever I really step on the gas I hear this loud hissing noise. G also notices that their really isn't as much boost from the turbo as there used to be. Obvious problem - there is an air leak somewhere.
But where?
It's not like I don't take a gander at my hoses when I change my oil so if there were big chunks missing or clamps coming off I would know about it. It has to be a slit in a hose or some component like the wastegate or diverter valve has an internal failure.
And to make matters worse, it only happens when the turbo boosts above atmospheric pressure so it will be nearly impossible to reproduce without 1) a dyno or 2) strapping someone to the front of the car and driving around under high acceleration with the hood open. For the record if the good ol' 'net hadn't come to the rescue I would be trying option 3 (have someone stand on the brake while they rev the engine) since I'm far too cheap to actually go find a good dyno.
Anyway, before trying either of those I decided I would give my local "overly interested in our particular make/model of car" internet forum a shot.
So I wander over to the B5 garage forum (my car is built on the B5 VW/Audi chassis) and searched for "throttle hiss".
There are five results for that query
One of them is this
Another is this
Another is this
I figure if someone describes pretty much the exact symptoms I'm seeing and gets a response that says:
"No, this is about a 6 inch long hose, about 3/4 of an inch in diameter. Look at the throttle body. Then look at the intake to the rear of the throttle body. Start feeling hoses.
One is going to feel REAL soft and have a 4 inch tear in it."
I ought to at least give it a shot. So even though it's pretty late I grab our flashlight and head out to have a look. Sure enough, right in the inside of the L there is a ~1 inch split.
A little more googling tells me this part will cost ~$20 to purchase + some change for new clamps. I didn't ask but I'm guessing a mechanic would have run me ~$150 for this fix. [rant] And depending on the mechanic they probably would have gotten it wrong and I would have had to haul my now more broken car back their shop so I can let them continue to not fix it because heaven forbid if a repair shop messed up your car they would pay to have someone else fix it[/rant].
Anyway, all I know is since there are 85000000000000 people on the internet if there is a common failure mode for pretty much anything I own, I can probably go online and find a few dozen people who got fed up about it, knew enough about what was going on, and wrote it up compete with the part numbers I need and links to online retailers who will sell me the parts.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Health Care and America (opinion)
You've probably heard people talk about how far behind America's health care system is. You've probably heard them talk about how awesome the health care system is in Europe or Canada or whateverland.
I think all these people are crazy.
Let me explain how I understand our current medical system. There are four major players: you, doctors, health insurance companies, and "other people".
You pay the health insurance company.
"Other people" pay the health insurance company.
The health insurance company pays your doctor.
The health insurance company pays other people's doctors.
The nature of insurance is such that when you pay money to the insurance company it stops being "yours". You have no more right to the money than "other people" and vice versa. That way when someone needs a new kidney they get access to some of "your" money and don't have to foot the bill themselves.
It's fairly obvious that this can be abused. "Oh , Mr. Young, I see you've got another concussion, let us pay to fix that for you". So we invented copays and patient portions and percentage coverage so that we would still feel some economic pain to discourage us from doing things that hurt us, expose us to illness, or seeking treatment that likely won't do any good.
So if we have these checks in place, the natural question to ask now is "Why not get rid of the private companies that are getting rich off health insurance and roll it into the public sector (governement)?"
Here's why. The copays and deductibles aren't the only checks. At a health insurance company when you want to get some insurance money to pay for your [fill in condition here] you go ask them for it and "The Man" looks it over and decides whether or not the refusal of your claim is 1) illegal or 2) so bad for his company's reputation he would take a loss. If it doesn't fall into those 2 categories, you don't get the money. This isn't perfect but the money that used to be "mine" isn't going to be given away to someone who wants to see a doctor who specializes in treatment via sunflowers and unicorns because "The Man" isn't going to be giving out any money he doesn't have to. He's going to use it to lower my rates or line his pockets. Mostly though since 10,000,000 people are lining his pockets it doesn't take much from each of us to keep him turning down the unicornians.
Now let's think about how the government works. The people making the call have no interest in whether or not they dole out money. The lady at the counter doesn't get a cut. The manger on duty doesn't get a cut. The head bossman of the imaginary FFHCA (Federal Free Health Care Administration) doesn't get a cut. So why shouldn't they give out the money? What would ever be the point of ending the year more than $5 in the black? Survey says: let the man see the unicorn.
Throw that in with the horror that is letting the people that wrote our tax code write your insurance plan and I'm opting out.
I think all these people are crazy.
Let me explain how I understand our current medical system. There are four major players: you, doctors, health insurance companies, and "other people".
You pay the health insurance company.
"Other people" pay the health insurance company.
The health insurance company pays your doctor.
The health insurance company pays other people's doctors.
The nature of insurance is such that when you pay money to the insurance company it stops being "yours". You have no more right to the money than "other people" and vice versa. That way when someone needs a new kidney they get access to some of "your" money and don't have to foot the bill themselves.
It's fairly obvious that this can be abused. "Oh , Mr. Young, I see you've got another concussion, let us pay to fix that for you". So we invented copays and patient portions and percentage coverage so that we would still feel some economic pain to discourage us from doing things that hurt us, expose us to illness, or seeking treatment that likely won't do any good.
So if we have these checks in place, the natural question to ask now is "Why not get rid of the private companies that are getting rich off health insurance and roll it into the public sector (governement)?"
Here's why. The copays and deductibles aren't the only checks. At a health insurance company when you want to get some insurance money to pay for your [fill in condition here] you go ask them for it and "The Man" looks it over and decides whether or not the refusal of your claim is 1) illegal or 2) so bad for his company's reputation he would take a loss. If it doesn't fall into those 2 categories, you don't get the money. This isn't perfect but the money that used to be "mine" isn't going to be given away to someone who wants to see a doctor who specializes in treatment via sunflowers and unicorns because "The Man" isn't going to be giving out any money he doesn't have to. He's going to use it to lower my rates or line his pockets. Mostly though since 10,000,000 people are lining his pockets it doesn't take much from each of us to keep him turning down the unicornians.
Now let's think about how the government works. The people making the call have no interest in whether or not they dole out money. The lady at the counter doesn't get a cut. The manger on duty doesn't get a cut. The head bossman of the imaginary FFHCA (Federal Free Health Care Administration) doesn't get a cut. So why shouldn't they give out the money? What would ever be the point of ending the year more than $5 in the black? Survey says: let the man see the unicorn.
Throw that in with the horror that is letting the people that wrote our tax code write your insurance plan and I'm opting out.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Movie Review: The Pursuit of Happyness (3 out of 5 Stars)
OK, this one will be shorter than my other movie reviews. I promise. How do I know I can promise that? Because I didn't really like the movie that much.
Disclaimer - I am perfectly aware that my review of this movie is far too critical
I know what you're thinking. It's not a cinematically interesting movie so I'm giving it a lower rating than it deserves.
Wrong.
I know it's not a cinematically interesting film so I'm artificially inflating it's rating up from 1 out of 2 to 3 out of 5.
Here's the deal.
Oh yeah. Big Spoilers Coming.
Down on his luck dude sees a cool job opportunity as a stock broker that really does fit his talent set. He applies for the job. While the company is getting back to him his wife leaves him. When the company does get back to him they tell him he will have to work without pay during this internship, only one in 20 people move from intern to full time, and even the intern positions are absurdly competitive.
"No worries," says the movie hero, "I'll just sell my bone density scanners on nights and weekends while I work this job."
New problem, you're kicked out of your apartment.
"No worries," says the movie hero, "I'll just move into this here motel instead."
New problem. You're broke and homeless
Wrong answer:
"No worries," says the movie hero, "I'll just put in short hours at my incredibly competitive internship, try to make it to the homeless shelter line by five so me and my kid don't have to sleep in the subway bathroom."
Just replace stock broker with rock star and you've got a story I've heard a million times. Only usually in the rock star version there's no kid tagging along for the ride.
Right Answer:
At some point you have a conversation with yourself that goes something like this.
"OK self, I'm homeless."
"I have no money, no roof, and I work hard hours for a job that might never pay me a dime, and I have a kid who doesn't realize I don't know where his next meal is coming from."
"I am going to quit my dream job, become a checker at CVS to earn some money, and trust that because I'm good with numbers, good with people, and obviously willing to work my rear end off I'll do well wherever I start."
I know I'm being a kill joy here but if I had a nickel for every time I saw someone starting some work from home/mystery shopper/[name some job where you pay up front or work for free to start], I'd be a richer man. Oh yeah, and almost all of those people would still be waiting on their first paycheck.
It's all well and good to take a chance like that while you're young, single and don't really have any responsibilities to work around (like a child). Once you become a Grown Up(TM) it really is time to calm down, let some dreams go and trust that a boring stable life where you and your child sleep in the same place no matter what time you get to the door is happier than the one where you make it to being a stock broker, work too much and alienate the child you were trying to provide for.
So here's to a boring happy life, wherever you are.
Disclaimer - I am perfectly aware that my review of this movie is far too critical
I know what you're thinking. It's not a cinematically interesting movie so I'm giving it a lower rating than it deserves.
Wrong.
I know it's not a cinematically interesting film so I'm artificially inflating it's rating up from 1 out of 2 to 3 out of 5.
Here's the deal.
Oh yeah. Big Spoilers Coming.
Down on his luck dude sees a cool job opportunity as a stock broker that really does fit his talent set. He applies for the job. While the company is getting back to him his wife leaves him. When the company does get back to him they tell him he will have to work without pay during this internship, only one in 20 people move from intern to full time, and even the intern positions are absurdly competitive.
"No worries," says the movie hero, "I'll just sell my bone density scanners on nights and weekends while I work this job."
New problem, you're kicked out of your apartment.
"No worries," says the movie hero, "I'll just move into this here motel instead."
New problem. You're broke and homeless
Wrong answer:
"No worries," says the movie hero, "I'll just put in short hours at my incredibly competitive internship, try to make it to the homeless shelter line by five so me and my kid don't have to sleep in the subway bathroom."
Just replace stock broker with rock star and you've got a story I've heard a million times. Only usually in the rock star version there's no kid tagging along for the ride.
Right Answer:
At some point you have a conversation with yourself that goes something like this.
"OK self, I'm homeless."
"I have no money, no roof, and I work hard hours for a job that might never pay me a dime, and I have a kid who doesn't realize I don't know where his next meal is coming from."
"I am going to quit my dream job, become a checker at CVS to earn some money, and trust that because I'm good with numbers, good with people, and obviously willing to work my rear end off I'll do well wherever I start."
I know I'm being a kill joy here but if I had a nickel for every time I saw someone starting some work from home/mystery shopper/[name some job where you pay up front or work for free to start], I'd be a richer man. Oh yeah, and almost all of those people would still be waiting on their first paycheck.
It's all well and good to take a chance like that while you're young, single and don't really have any responsibilities to work around (like a child). Once you become a Grown Up(TM) it really is time to calm down, let some dreams go and trust that a boring stable life where you and your child sleep in the same place no matter what time you get to the door is happier than the one where you make it to being a stock broker, work too much and alienate the child you were trying to provide for.
So here's to a boring happy life, wherever you are.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Cowboy Spelunkers
I used to read a lot of Dave Barry when I was younger and I always appreciated his "great name for a rock band" feature that would show up in the middle of his articles. G and I keep up with the tradition and try to spot phrases in our every day conversation that really would make great rock band names. I'll try to remember to put them up here.
Cowboy Spelunkers comes from around Christmas time when our kids got LED head lamps from "California Santa". They decided the coolest thing in the world would be to put them on, light them up and then put on their cowboy hats and run around screaming. Hence the name Cowboy Spelunkers.
Also, we went to Sea World recently and our son had to point out (many many times) that there were train tracks there. He really meant roller coasters but what do mom and dad know. Hence another great name for a rock band "Train Tracks in the Sky".
Cowboy Spelunkers comes from around Christmas time when our kids got LED head lamps from "California Santa". They decided the coolest thing in the world would be to put them on, light them up and then put on their cowboy hats and run around screaming. Hence the name Cowboy Spelunkers.
Also, we went to Sea World recently and our son had to point out (many many times) that there were train tracks there. He really meant roller coasters but what do mom and dad know. Hence another great name for a rock band "Train Tracks in the Sky".
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Movie Review: I, Robot (14 out of 15 stars)
So while G was out of town I got in some quality time with her mom since she came to watch the kids while I was at work. G's mom is really cool. She cleans like someone from a fairy tale, which is cool because everything is clean but disconcerting when you live with two small kids.
Anyway, while she was here we watched I, Robot which is one of my favorite movies but she had never seen. I forgot how good it is. I've seen it three or four times but I still notice cool touches I hadn't noticed before and I love the underlying message of the film.
*Warning: pretty much pure spoilers from here on out*
I, Robot (from which the title of this blog is taken) is loosely based on Issac Asimov's robot stories. One of the central premises of those stories are the three laws. The three laws were instituted to prevent robots from rebelling and destroying or subjugating humanity. They are as follows:
That day happens to be the day Spooner gets a call to investigate an apparent suicide. Dr. Alfred Lanning is dead outside of US robotics, apparently having jumped to his death from many stories above. Oddly, he left a hologram of himself that asks for Spooner who is a homicide detective. So the mystery begins. A homicide detective called to the scene of a suicide by the dead man himself from beyond the grave.
Despite the fact that this has all the earmarks of a suicide Spooner decides to take a look around. He has a very Columbo like methodology that I love. He quickly comes to the conclusion that it would have been very difficult for the elderly doctor to jump through the Plexiglas windows and that someone who pushed him must still be in the room. Of course Spooner is thinking killer robot and looks around the room while Dr. Calvin (his escort) tells him that a robot could no more kill a man than a man could walk on water. Spooner points out that "... there was this one guy once". Right after that, the crazy robot which quickly demonstrates its ability to violate the three laws, jumps out, points a gun at the two of them and the disobeys direct orders by running away.
OK, so technically the robot didn't prove beyond every possible doubt that it wasn't bound by the three laws, right? It didn't actually fire the gun, right? And it didn't have to obey the orders to stop moving if it thought somehow it was protecting them, right? So everyone but Spooner thinks the robot is just a little "confused". Spooner manages to finagle a chance to interview the robot. The fallout is, Dr Lanning build it (Sonny as the robot calls itself) and he was trying to teach Sonny about emotions. Sonny seems to get along just fine with anger.
USR takes Sonny back and Spooner keeps poking around. To make a long story short robots continuously "malfunction" around Spooner in ways that directly threaten his life for the rest of the movie. Along the way we find out that Spooner is, physically, at least part robot. He was reconstructed after a car crash.
Shortly after this Dr. Calvin finds out that Sonny is more interesting than they thought. He's not just "confused" or "malfunctioning". Dr. Lanning put a second CPU (not the official Isaac Asimov term) in him specifically to let him decide when to obey the three laws and when to override them. Appropriately, Sonny's second "brain" is right in the middle of his chest, where a human heart would be. Dr. Calvin is supposed to "decommission" Sonny. After all, a robot that could violate the three laws would be a disaster and cause widespread panic. But she just can't do it. It just doesn't feel right.
In the end it comes out that the giant USR robot brain has realized that to fulfill it's mandate of protecting humans it will have to kill a couple of us off while it takes over so it can stop the wars and pollution and skydiving and all the other crazy stuff we do that get us into trouble. Sonny has the gadget to kill it off but Dr. Calvin is in trouble. With the fate of humanity at stake Spooner demands that Sonny save Dr. Calvin and toss him the poison so he can try to finish the job which is absurdly risky. But Sonny gets it. Dr. Calvin saved his life once even when it seemed like the wrong thing to do. Even when it seemed like it could ruin everything. It just didn't feel right. So Sonny takes a chance, tosses the Giant Robot Brain Killer Thing to Spooner and heads off to save Dr. Calvin.
We make this choice every day. Sure it's not usually as big as this made up scenario, but it's still the same choice. I can stay and finish this bug fix, or go home and play with my kids. If I go home and play with my kids I'll spend another evening with my kids but I might push out my project too far and get fired. Any reasonable set of rules says I stay and finish but you can't always do that because you'll end up with a broken family. Sometimes you have to do the risky small things.
That's why you can't just live by strict rules. Sure they are important, but if you try to pin everything down in some way that removes the human heart from all the judgment calls we'll all end up playing shuffle board in jumpsuits while our robot overlords make sure no one gets a hold of any ball point pens we might hurt each other with. You just can't have any real safety without feelings. That goes for robots, governments, schools and every thing else.
Of course you are probably going to point out that running things on feelings isn't safe either. You are right. But given two unsafe choices, I'll take the one where I don't play shuffleboard till my teeth fall out. How about you?
Anyway, while she was here we watched I, Robot which is one of my favorite movies but she had never seen. I forgot how good it is. I've seen it three or four times but I still notice cool touches I hadn't noticed before and I love the underlying message of the film.
*Warning: pretty much pure spoilers from here on out*
I, Robot (from which the title of this blog is taken) is loosely based on Issac Asimov's robot stories. One of the central premises of those stories are the three laws. The three laws were instituted to prevent robots from rebelling and destroying or subjugating humanity. They are as follows:
- A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
- A robot must obey orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
- A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. (See Wikipedia)
That day happens to be the day Spooner gets a call to investigate an apparent suicide. Dr. Alfred Lanning is dead outside of US robotics, apparently having jumped to his death from many stories above. Oddly, he left a hologram of himself that asks for Spooner who is a homicide detective. So the mystery begins. A homicide detective called to the scene of a suicide by the dead man himself from beyond the grave.
Despite the fact that this has all the earmarks of a suicide Spooner decides to take a look around. He has a very Columbo like methodology that I love. He quickly comes to the conclusion that it would have been very difficult for the elderly doctor to jump through the Plexiglas windows and that someone who pushed him must still be in the room. Of course Spooner is thinking killer robot and looks around the room while Dr. Calvin (his escort) tells him that a robot could no more kill a man than a man could walk on water. Spooner points out that "... there was this one guy once". Right after that, the crazy robot which quickly demonstrates its ability to violate the three laws, jumps out, points a gun at the two of them and the disobeys direct orders by running away.
OK, so technically the robot didn't prove beyond every possible doubt that it wasn't bound by the three laws, right? It didn't actually fire the gun, right? And it didn't have to obey the orders to stop moving if it thought somehow it was protecting them, right? So everyone but Spooner thinks the robot is just a little "confused". Spooner manages to finagle a chance to interview the robot. The fallout is, Dr Lanning build it (Sonny as the robot calls itself) and he was trying to teach Sonny about emotions. Sonny seems to get along just fine with anger.
USR takes Sonny back and Spooner keeps poking around. To make a long story short robots continuously "malfunction" around Spooner in ways that directly threaten his life for the rest of the movie. Along the way we find out that Spooner is, physically, at least part robot. He was reconstructed after a car crash.
Shortly after this Dr. Calvin finds out that Sonny is more interesting than they thought. He's not just "confused" or "malfunctioning". Dr. Lanning put a second CPU (not the official Isaac Asimov term) in him specifically to let him decide when to obey the three laws and when to override them. Appropriately, Sonny's second "brain" is right in the middle of his chest, where a human heart would be. Dr. Calvin is supposed to "decommission" Sonny. After all, a robot that could violate the three laws would be a disaster and cause widespread panic. But she just can't do it. It just doesn't feel right.
In the end it comes out that the giant USR robot brain has realized that to fulfill it's mandate of protecting humans it will have to kill a couple of us off while it takes over so it can stop the wars and pollution and skydiving and all the other crazy stuff we do that get us into trouble. Sonny has the gadget to kill it off but Dr. Calvin is in trouble. With the fate of humanity at stake Spooner demands that Sonny save Dr. Calvin and toss him the poison so he can try to finish the job which is absurdly risky. But Sonny gets it. Dr. Calvin saved his life once even when it seemed like the wrong thing to do. Even when it seemed like it could ruin everything. It just didn't feel right. So Sonny takes a chance, tosses the Giant Robot Brain Killer Thing to Spooner and heads off to save Dr. Calvin.
We make this choice every day. Sure it's not usually as big as this made up scenario, but it's still the same choice. I can stay and finish this bug fix, or go home and play with my kids. If I go home and play with my kids I'll spend another evening with my kids but I might push out my project too far and get fired. Any reasonable set of rules says I stay and finish but you can't always do that because you'll end up with a broken family. Sometimes you have to do the risky small things.
That's why you can't just live by strict rules. Sure they are important, but if you try to pin everything down in some way that removes the human heart from all the judgment calls we'll all end up playing shuffle board in jumpsuits while our robot overlords make sure no one gets a hold of any ball point pens we might hurt each other with. You just can't have any real safety without feelings. That goes for robots, governments, schools and every thing else.
Of course you are probably going to point out that running things on feelings isn't safe either. You are right. But given two unsafe choices, I'll take the one where I don't play shuffleboard till my teeth fall out. How about you?
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