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Coyotes have practically become urban animals. I encountered one at dusk on Russian Hill last Christmas, loping towards me uphill on Mason Street. When it saw me it didn’t slow down, just veered gracefully around me and continued on its way. Foxes, too, live in the city, though they’re better at keeping out of sight, and the last time I saw one of those on Nob Hill was one night a decade ago — a silvery little thing with black muzzle and paws.
And, of course, there are raccoons. One night my husband felt something bump against his leg and looked down to see a mama racoon and her three kits file past. They barely even glanced at him. Do raccoons still count as wild animals? I’m not saying they’re pettable, but I have my doubts. They’re more like locals you know only to say hello. -
There are two major revelations at the end of Episode Six. The first is one that many viewers already suspected — the assimilated are subsisting on a liquid made, in part, from dead human bodies. The second is the logical outcome given that they cannot even kill plants. As the supplies of food dwindle, unreplenished by modern agriculture, the assimilated will all die of starvation in about ten years.
Carol goes to great effort to bring this news in person to the closest of the unassimilated to her, Mr. Diabaté. She plainly hopes it will shock him and the other survivors into resistance.
Mr. Diabaté responds with a calm, good-natured shrug. He tells her they already know.The unassimilated, or at least Mr. Diabaté, did not make this dicosvery, as Carol did, by coming upon wrapped and chilled human body parts in a warehouse. They got the news carefully packaged, and couched in calm, “reasonable” terms, delivered by a smiling celebrity spokesman holding up a milk carton.
And so, they adjust. They swallow cannibalism and the prospect of human extinction as the new normal. And, conveniently for whatever is behind all this, they continue to focus on Carol as the villain. The unassimilated most likely tell themselves that this form of cannibalism is necessary to save those loved ones who have been assimilated, to forestall their eventual death by starvation.
That’s how moral attrition begins.
The hivemind’s imitation of human contact is not perfect and cannot last. “You are not my mother,” Manousos says to the woman who’s been bringing him food. “My mother is a b*tch.” The limitations put on the hivemind, the imperative to be nice, placating, is too far from the reality of what his mother was like, so Manousos figured it out quickly.
Partying with the assimilated will stop being fun for Mr. Diabaté. Laxmi will notice her son’s far too adult self-possession. The assimilated will realize, more and more, that their loved ones are not truly their loved ones.
But the more damage is done, the harder it is for those who rationalized, those who “understood”, to backtrack. Shifting from acceptance to resistance will involve admitting, not only that their loved ones are no longer their loved ones, but that they, themselves, accepted cannibalism — one of the most powerful human taboos.
And that’s how moral attrition continues.
The unassimilated who get along by going along are going to face an untenable choice — either burying themselves even deeper in denial or admitting they have embraced something unspeakable.
And perhaps hardest of all will be admitting that Carol, whom they have ostracized, whom they either despise with righteous indignation or pity as hopelessly deluded — was right. -
A full moon last night, in the city decked out in its holiday best.
We went to hear the Count Basie Orchestra at Davies Hall, backed up by the SF Symphony. Except for Midnight Mass in a cathedral with a full choir, it’s the best way to experience Christmas music. Lots of brass, with an emphasis on the sax, and a singer in a multicolored sequined formal that, under the lights, was sending out flashes that could bounce off of satellites.
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Write: Been doing that since grammar school.
Cook: I know more than the rudiments by now, and can make a good gumbo or jambalaya. Latkes, however, still elude me.
Manage a database or spreadsheet A fondness for logic (it was the only math class I not only passed in college, but excelled in), combined with profound laziness meant that in my working past, I would research and learn any shortcut or macro possible in Word, Excel, etc. Why take several hours to do something I can finish within minutes with the press of a button?
Debate: My dad taught us about formulating an argument and sticking to the point. He also taught us about logical and moral consistency.
Type: Well over 100 words a minute. -
This is not a review of the new Apple series by Vince Gilligan, though if it were, it would be a good one. Rhea Seehorn’s performance, the writing, the cinematography, the sound track, all of it is excellent. But this piece is less about the show than about the reaction to its lead that I’ve seen from commenters online.
Especially male commenters.
So, be warned, here be monsters in the form of, not only a feminist perspective, but spoilers. If you haven’t watched this so far smart, wonderful science fiction series and would rather go into it clean, stop reading now.Plur1bus could be described as yet another post-apocalyptic zombie series, except that the zombies, instead of groaning and lunging at non-zombies, smile a lot and ask how they can help. In the first episode the main character Carol Sturka (Rhea Seehorn), a wildly succesful romantasy author, witnesses a zombie takeover. It arrives in the form of an extra-terrestrial infection that, for a few minutes, freezes most of humanity into twitching, rigid convulsions. The resulting chaos — head injuries, blood loss, car and plane crashes, fires, drownings, etc. — kills millions, including Carol’s wife. When it’s over, all of the remaining human population on earth, except for a handful of the immune, have been melded into a single hivemind.
A very happy hive-mind, Carol is told, and one that insists it has her best interests at heart. She’s assured that all the combined intellects of Earth’s scientists will be working hard, from that night on, to figure out what went “wrong” and how they can get her and others like her to join them.Whether she wants to or not.
Carol’s fight against this “benign” agenda is complicated by the fact that, if she loses her temper and yells at an individual body in the hivemind, the whole hive once again freezes worldwide for several minutes. This results in more car and plane crashes, injuries, etc, and millions more deaths, all of which are blamed — by many of the other unassimilated humans and quite a few viewers — on Carol. A form of emotional blackmail familiar to most women is thus writ large.
Which makes Plur1bus a fascinating examination of how even the most clear-eyed, justifiable female anger is treated as a pathology. It’s practicaly a Rorscharch test revealing how many male viewers — and some female viewers — react to persistently uppity women.
So far I have seen Carol described as “damaged,” “fighting inner demons.” ” and “her own worst enemy.” She is, some viewers have commented, “self-absorbed.” “narcissistic.” And, of course, she is a “Karen.” (I suspect writer Vince Gilligan chose her name for its similarity to that term.)There is little indication she is any of these things. True, it’s established early on Carol has a drinking problem that resulted in a breathalyzer being installed in her car, but if she’s an alcoholic, she’s a functional one. At a book reading in the first episode she handles herself beautifully, interacts with her fans with grace, courtesy, even kindness. Only after she’s left the event do we learn Carol is bitterly unhappy with the direction her career has gone and considers her successful fantasy series “mindless crap.” Once everything falls apart, and she finds herself the only person in the United States who’s not been assimilated, she goes on a brief binge of drinking and watching DVDs of Golden Girls, but hey, who wouldn’t? (She’s had to bury her wife in the back yard, for God’s sake.)
By the end of the fifth episode, Carol has displayed every aspect of a heroine. She is smart, resourceful, compassionate, and profoundly principled. Her fury at the hivemind is not merely because of its impact on her own life, but because it has robbed the humans around her of agency. In one especially telling episode, she prevents a woman in the hivemind from being used by an unassimilated man who sees the passivity of the hivemind bodies as an opportunity for sexual gymnastics.
And yet, I keep hearing Carol described as “unlikeable,” and her attempts to fight back against the eternally smiling hive denounced as “out of countrol”, vicious, mean, etc. The force that resulted (according to the script) in almost a billion human beings dying is, some viewers have speculated, actually the good guy because it’s erased all racism, crime and warfare. Carol’s attempt at learning the truth by drugging one member of the hivemind and inadvertantly causing a dangerous heart attack is, on the other hand, cited as proof that Carol is the true villain.Why can’t she just be nice?
I can’t say for certain what direction this series will go, but I am reasonably sure of one thing. No successful 21st century screenwriter is going to promote a story with the moral being “this angry lesbian needs to calm down and relax and enjoy being assimilated by a hivemind.”
It’s possible, I suppose. This is, after all, the Age of Trump. I may be wrong.
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Abstract noun: A state of adequacy or legitimacy within an imaginary environment.
“His cromulence as a marathon runner filled him with pride in his recurring dream.”
Also: The pretense that something sounds legitimate when it plainly is not.
“The cromulence of advertising popcorn flavored jello.”
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I was eight.
On the third story
Of the half-built house,
I opened Dad’s umbrella
Jumped, floated down.
Childish
naughtiness
And
WonderVindicated.
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The Conversation, 1974
A tense film about privacy and paranoia that morphs at its climax into borderline horror. Gene Hackman is a character he reprised years later in Enemy of the State, a very young Harrison Ford appears in a small but important role, and Robert Duvall has what amounts to a cameo. If you can watch it without clenching either your fist or your knuckles in certain scenes, you have stronger nerves than I do.It’s a Wonderful Life, 1946
Yes, everyone has seen this movie a hundred times, but here’s what people miss about it — It’s not just about the impact a single man can have on the people around him. It’s about the passage of time, about being alive in the early 20th century. People often overlook how much the film was aimed at middle-aged people in 1946 and all they had seen in their lives. The historic touchstones studded through it include the Spanish Flu epidemic, the Jazz age, Black Monday and the Great Depression, the rise of the automobile and, of course World War II. Then next time you watch, keep an eye on the sets — the banner at the High School dance (“Class of 1929”), the picture of Herbert Hoover on the wall of the Savings and Loan… Also keep in mind that Stewart himself was still suffering from PTSD from his active service during the war.
Chinatown, 1974
This neonoir set in 1930s Los Angeles, is, on the surface, a thriller about water-theft and graft but by its end becomes a stark meditation on conscience in the face of powerful, entrenched evil. (And yes. I mean “evil.”) Fantastic performances by Jack Nicholson, Faye Dunaway, and especially John Huston.A Night to Remember, 1958
Forget Titanic. A Night to Remember, a docudrama based on Walter Lord’s book, is more heartfelt and does more more without color, CGI, or melodramatic nonsense about a lost jewel and forbidden love. Most of the stories it depicts are true, based on eyewitness testimony, and therefore far more compelling. I was left dry-eyed by Titanic. The moment in A Night to Remember when everyone on the sinking ship begins to pray never fails to hit me hard.Shadow of the Vampire, 2000
In this blend of horror and satire, John Malkovich plays the great silent director F.W. Murnau and Willem Dafoe plays the vampire. Murnau is filming Nosferatu and, unbeknownst to the actors and crew, has cast the real thing in the title role. Never has a temperamental and demanding star done more damage on the set. “How dare you destroy my cinematographer!” Murnau shouts, shortly before his film’s lead smugly observes that they don’t really need the writer anymore.French Cancan 1954
Imagine a sumptuous Hollywood musical without the Hays Code. That’s Renoir’s French Cancan, a lively, fictionalized retelling of the revival of the French Cancan at the Moulin Rouge in the 1880s. The heroine, a young laundress, casually loses her virginity within the first half hour of the film, then spends the rest of it concentrating on her dancing. (I believe this movie just might pass the Bechdel test.) The climax of the movie, the Cancan’s re-introduction at the newly opened Moulin Rouge, can be enjoyed on a device, but truly should be seen on a big screen. That scene alone would be worth the price of admission.
Carnival in Flanders, 1935
The plot is simple. It’s 1616, during the Spanish occupation of Flanders. A small Flemish town is preparing for its carnival when news comes of a Spanish duke and his entourage coming through. Fearing pillage and rapine, the mayor decides to play dead and the men go into hiding, while their disgusted wives choose to greet and welcome the visitors. The result is a funny, frequently biting film about the women running the town and having a helluva good time with the Spaniards. (I recommend the crisp Criterion copy, and not the older version of the original American release, which has bowdlerized subtitles.)
The Great Dictator, 1940
This film about the Nazis made its contemporaries uncomfortable. They felt Hitler was not a good subject for satire. It is now seen as one of Chaplin’s best. Charlie Chaplin plays a double role as both a poor, shell-shocked Jewish veteran of WWI, and the ruthless, anti-Semitic dictator of Tomania, Adenoid Hynkel. Excellent satire about anti-Semitism, media, and class — especially when the Jewish barber joins forces with a brave-but-cluelessly-entitled German aristocrat who opposes Nazism. Most famous now for Chaplin’s closing speech as the unnamed Jewish veteran disguised as Hynkel. Which brings us to…Schtonk, 1992
Those of us old enough to remember the wall coming down also may remember the Hitler Diaries scandal in the early 1980s, which fooled Hugh Trevor-Roper, Stern, and The Sunday Times before being exposed, not only as a forgery but a bad forgery. Schtonk, is a blackly funny German satire about the scandal that makes Mel Brooks’ The Producers look like a heartwarming family comedy. (“Schtonk!” is an exclamation in the imaginary language of Tomania from Chaplin’s film.)Look Who’s Back, 2015
Hitler has been inexplicably resurrected in 21st century Berlin — and not the addled, Parkinsons-afflicted old man of 1945, but the younger sharp-witted version who became chancellor in 1933. He quickly susses out where he is and adjusts, while Berliners assume he’s merely a performance artist who never breaks character. Though he never denies who he is, he soon achieves a frightening level of celebrity. One of the best scenes involves Hitler meeting an elderly survivor of the camps, a woman too far gone in dementia to doubt who or what she is seeing. She reacts, not with amusement, but with gratifying rage and contempt. -
…that people travel thousands of miles to visit. I love its cafes, its restaurants, its museums and bookstores and libraries. I love its outlook. I love riding its public transit, walking up and down its hills, strolling alongside the bay. I have lived here longer than I have lived anywhere else.
It is my home.
Pam Troy 