Highbrowish

Entertainment, music, the finer things in life; and their opposites.

Clear Channel, Middle East Broadcasting Center on Same Page

Occasionally coherent news site Al-Bawaba is reporting a "social and political crisis" over shooting an Arab version of the tacky reality show "Big Brother" in Bahrain.

Production was suspended after a "general outcry" over the show, meaning 1000 protestors hired by Islamist MPs made alot of noise about the show violating Islamic traditions. Whatever that means- does the Koran specify a particular television show over another? How would one watch TV in a properly Islamic manner? Middle East Broadcasting Center (MBC), the channel producing and airing the show, made some mild protestation about the hubbub but readily caved.

But if you read the whole piece, substituting "Clear Channel" for "MBC" and "Howard Stern" for "Big Brother", you will probably be amused at first... then that icy knot forms in your gut and you realize that it's really not as funny as it is terrifying.

So it seems the West and the Arab worlds are really not so far apart culturally. Each world allows a tiny but angry religious right to decide what people can see and hear.

Posted by GeekLethal GeekLethal on   |   § 1

Iron Chef America!

Via blogcritics, I see that Alton Brown, my favorite celebrity chef-type-person will be part of a series of "Iron Chef America" specials filming soon to air on the Food Network.

SWEET.

Do be aware that this new version of Iron Chef is the real deal, including Masaharu Morimoto and Hiroyuki Sakai from the original series versus such American high-profile chefs as Bobby Flay (winner of the infamous Spiny Lobster battle), Wolfgang Puck, and Mario Batali. As such, it has NOTHING to do with the disastrous UPN version of Iron Chef which featured second-rank celeb chefs like Todd English (nothing wrong with his food... he's just no Chen Kenichi) and William Shatner as the Chairman.

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Trek Wars!

Thrill to exciting Trek combat music! Participate in epic battle! Subsume your identity into that of your favorite Trek captain!

Joe Bob says check it out!

Posted by Buckethead Buckethead on   |   § 0

Of Mouse and Frog

I see on Fark that Disney has bought the Muppets. Dammit!

I know and understand perfectly that the Muppet franchise just hasn't been the same since Jim died, but this is a final insult I'd rather not see. Disney is well known for rapaciously exploiting its trademarks, sometimes illegally (see Pooh, Winnie The), and although I doubt the Muppets can sink any lower than doing a Pizza Hut commercial with that woodenheaded twit with boobs they call Jessica Simpson I'm sure I will continue to be surprised by the depths Disney can achieve.

What would Statler and Waldorf say?

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"I'm Rich, Bitch!"

The first season of Chapelle's Show will be available on DVD 24 Feb 04. Run, don't walk. Amazon has it for cheap if you pre-order. Which means to order before you order I guess.

"Mad Real World" had me in tears, as did the crackhead doing the D.A.R.E appearance at the elementary school.

Posted by GeekLethal GeekLethal on   |   § 4

Sunday Comics

Since I'm always late with this, I'm going to do it ahead of time. Even though I don't have a link yet. I'm guessing, that on Sunday, if you click this, it will take you to the Sunday Comics over at BTD. If not, just click here, and hunt for it. It'll be good for you.

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"Did he say, 'making fuck'?"

We all know how fun web translators can be.

Lately I've been copying quotes from movies, translating them into other languages via Lycos, then translating THAT back into engrish. I dunno, it just doesn't get old to me. It hasn't yet today anyway.

Consider this favorite exchange from "Pulp Fiction", rendered into french and then back:

Vincent: I have a threshold, Jules, I have a threshold for the abuse which I will take and in this moment I am a racecar, man, and obtained you to me in the red. I am stating right, I am STATING right which it is to kiss dangerous to have a racecar in the red foutu, which is all. I could blow.

Jules: Ah, you ready to blow? Well I am a motherfucker depose, motherfucker. Each time my brain of contact of fingers I am Superfly TNT, I am the guns of Navarone. IN FACT, that kisses it am me making in the back? You motherfucker should be it on the detail of brain. Us foutue commutation, I wash the windows and you gathering to the top of this cranium.

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It Would Be A Delicious Sandwich, Were It Not For The Poo

Although I'm risking dismemberment for saying so (Brdgt), George Lucas stubbornly refuses to let his past successes get in the way of his current failures.

The yummy sandwich: The original Star Wars trilogy is finally coming out on DVD.

The poo on the sandwich:

"The versions on DVD will only feature the special editions, LucasFilm spokeswoman Lynn Hale said. Many fans of the original movies had hoped the rougher, unaltered films would also be provided.

[Lucasfilm marketing hack] Ward said there wasn't much debate about whether to release the unaltered originals.

The official definitive versions are the 1997 special editions. That's the version the artist, in this case George Lucas, intended to be seen," he said.

I saw the revisions Lucas made, and they really hamstrung the originals. While I respect the fact that it's his perogative to give to the public the films he wants the public to see, I constantly marvel at Lucas' tin ear as to what makes a good film good.

Thanks to vodkapundit for the tip.

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The Kung Fu of Bread

It's time once again for me to lay upon the benighted masses another over-long, wordy, and tedious book review of interest only to me and people like me. See, I've always wanted to write for the Atlantic, yet I lack drive, ambition, talent, or the requisite measure of snobbery it takes to write 5,500 words on the unsung childlike genius of Proust and the perils of English translation. Despite these handicaps, I in my own way want to be like the big boys.

I geek out about things: it's what I like to do. If I learn a little about something, I usually want to know a lot more. In some ways, this is a pain. For instance, I'm a baseball fan but suck the big one when it comes to quoting statistics about who was the best Texas-born left-handed shortstop of all time. I'm waaaaay out of my league on that count, and it's frustrating.

But in other ways, geekery is deeply rewarding. For example, I like to cook and over the years have gotten pretty good at it. I've got a sensitive palate and a notion of what an extra teaspoon of rosemary will do to the balance of a beef stew. Since I'm a decadent Western aesthete at heart, in individual pursuits like cooking, wine, or the building of Magic The Gathering decks, it's very very good to be a geek.

Currently I am geeking out about bread baking. My mom taught me the basics years ago, and since I moved into a place with a real gas oven, I have been baking bread in earnest. Over the years I have amassed a collection of half a dozen or so decent bread cookbooks, and on my own I managed to give myself an okay grounding in the principles of bread baking. But my inner geek was not yet satisfied. My holy grail of breadmaking is the quintessential artisan loaf: a chewy, slightly open crumb with plenty of body and a deep flavor encased in a crisp yet tender outer crust. I had come close on my own, and some of my efforts last winter with sourdough rye loaves were outstanding. Even so, I didn't have a clear idea of what to do to achieve consistently good results without guesswork and uncertainty.

Enter Rose Levy Beranbaum. Beranbaum is a noted cookbook author and total geek whose "Cake Bible" is one of the landmark cookbooks of the last decade. In that book, Beranbaum approached cake baking with rigor, enthusiasm, and creativity, resulting in recipes that very nearly come out perfect every time.

Beranbaum's new book, "The Bread Bible," does the same for bread.
Exhaustively researched, fully annotated, and crammed with detail, this is the best single book on the subject I have ever come across. I got The Bread Bible for Christmas, and the next day decided to whip out a couple breads to have with our New Years' dinner. I chose Beer Bread and something called Sicilian Pizza Roll. Both were fantastic, better than almost anything I had done before. Her recipes were perfect. The Beer Bread was crusty and chewy, with a subtle flavor you would never guess came from a bottle of Porter. The Sicilian Roll was like a rolled pizza stuffed with broccoli, garlic, and olive oil.

Ever since then, my weekends have revolved around baking. Friday night 11 PM: mix the levain starter. Saturday 11 AM: mix and knead the dough. Six hours and several steps later: remove from oven and enjoy with dinner, then start Sunday's bread. My wife has grounds to complain-- this hobby is time-consuming and not any cheaper than just buying a loaf at the store. But she has yet to stop me. Must be good bread.

Rose Levy Beranbaum's approach to baking has many advantages over conventional cookbooks. Where a pithy, catch-all book like The Joy of Cooking or The Better Homes & Gardens Cookbook favors economy over rigor, Beranbaum goes the opposite route. The recipe for her basic Hearth Bread (essentially the "quintessential" bread I was looking for above) runs to five pages and includes notes on pan selection, various rising strategies, and variations. Whereas another cookbook might specify "5 to 6 cups all-purpose flour, " Beranbaum's ingredient lists specify exactly how much flour ("2 2/3 cups plus a tablespoon") to use, and in some cases even exactly what brand of flour will work best.

Within the recipes, the instructions are impeccable. When Beranbaum writes that "the dough will be very sticky," you know that the dough will be a total mess, almost unkneadable by hand and sticking to the counter, your hands, the bowl, and your face (don't ask!). But when she writes that "after five minutes of kneading, the dough will be smooth and only slighty tacky (sticky)," you also know that five minutes from now, your sticky morass will have somehow transformed under your fingers into a perfect dough: shiny, smooth and elastic. And so it goes.

But all the detail in the world is useless without the "why," and here Berabaum also excels. She devotes several pages to the differences between all-purpose and bread flour, down to the differences in protein content between King Arthur All-Purpose and Pillsbury (it's something like 7.4% vs. 7.2%, if you were wondering). Yeast, salt, sweeteners, and additives all get similar treatment, as does equipment. Why does the Ciabatta dough need to be so wet? Why must you not overknead the baguette? Why use All-Purpose for pizza dough? Why must you not add the salt until the final mix? All is explained, and everything works perfectly.

Quick breads, scones, muffins, popovers, sweet rolls, sourdoughs, Indian paratha, Kugelhopf, rye, and French breads all get the Beranbaum treatment, and all of them are outstanding. She even includes a recipe for Wonder-style soft white bread. I tried it this weekend, and it's absolutely oustanding. Not gummy at all, and utterly delicious.

As with any cookbook, "The Bread Bible" is not without its flaws. There are better resources than this one for absolute novices-- James Beard's Beard On Bread deserves its reputation as a classic, and you can't go wrong with the Joy of Cooking. Rose Levy Beranbaum's approach works better if you alrady know your way around a loafpan a little and are ready to find out the effects of relative hydration levels on gluten extensibility. A new baker is likely to get lost in the details where these other books are more careful about helping novices understand the very basics. (Beard's approach is particularly good for newbies, and includes an essential section on what could go awry and how to correct it. )

Sometimes Beranbaum's best asset-- her methodical nature-- is also a liability. Several times I've made a foolish mistake and had to throw out a half-mixed dough because I glanced and saw "3 1/2 cups flour," but missed the note, "hold back 1/4 cup if mixing by hand." Substitutions come at the end of recipes, and this also caused a problem when I had to swap in real milk for powdered milk, but forgot to change out the water for milk when adding the ingredients. These problems stem partly from my own cooking style and lack of organization, and a marginal note by me is all it takes to fix them. But I've rarely encountered these issues in the past, which makes me suspect that Beranbaum's style won't be a perfect fit for everyone.

Baking is as serious in its way as kung fu, doll-collecting, or pet breeding, and I for one am glad that Rose Levy Beranbaum has finally met the need for a serious, geeky, high-quality book on breads. If you have any interest in a technical-manual approach to bread construction, I cannot recommend "The Bread Bible" highly enough.

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Stupid Movie Physics

The anal-retentive types over here have taken the fine art and enjoyable pastime of criticizing movies for their departures from the known laws of physics to ridiculous lengths. I complain about movie physics sins during movies, after movies and sometimes even before movies if the trailer is bad enough. But I've got nothing on these guys, especially when they go after Armageddon and what they judge to be the worst physics movie ever, The Core.

Posted by Buckethead Buckethead on   |   § 0

Berman out at Trek

Please permit me to don my fanboy beanie and Spock ears and announce the imminent departure of hack and subhuman dirtbag Rick Berman from the helm of the Star Trek franchise.

A Perfectly Cromulent Blog embiggens our minds with much, much more on this topic.

The best thing for Trek would be a total shake-up-- I agree with Perfectly Cromulent on this one. I dig Enterprise ok, when my wife lets me watch it, but it suffers from the Berman disease. What they need is for Joss Whedon to come on and start writing for them, and inject some Firefly-esque humor, raggedness, and heart into the series. Then a ten-year moratorium. Then a totally fresh start, with a new writing and producing team. The Trek Universe is still not completely fleshed out: there's a lot that could be done, but only if formula and hackishness are dispensed with. If I see one more ion capacitor flux polarity reversal, I'm going to explode.

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Bizarre Metallic Pasties and Inadvertantcy

If Janet Jackson's boob-shot at the Stupor Bowl was, as Justin Timberlake insists, a "wardrobe malfunction," I ask you: why did Janet think to wear a strange sol-shaped metallic pastie/nipple ring/clamp device visible from half a mile away?

I think it's cute that MTV still thinks boobies are funny, and even cuter that the NFL finds them outrageous.

[wik] More boobie, much more boobie, at co-perfidions blogcritics, your clearinghouse for football/boobie synergy.

[alsø wik] For those of you who watched the Stupor Bowl on Sunday: did you like the "Rocket Sled" commercial, you know, the one where the guy is giving his girl a sleighride and they have an open flame and the horse farts? I personally hated it. There are standards for fart jokes-- matters of timing, taste, syntax-- and this particular 'mercial missed on all of them. I'm sitting here giggling at the punchline now "wow... they have a rocket sled!" but I found the ad itself totally unfunny at the time.

Now, the Teutel family jumping a bunch of dump trucks... that's comedy gold.

[alsø alsø wik] I'm told there was some sort of sporting event on Sunday as well that I would probably remember were it not for my five-martini dinner.

[wi nøt trei a høliday in Sweden this yër?] My congratulations to the New England Patriots for a great game and a second win. Only in Boston do people die during victory celebrations. We also eat our dead up here. With beans. (Check out the link... the columnist even takes a swipe at Detroit.)

Congratulations also to the Carolina Panthers, a class act, a great team, and co-architects of one of the most exciting Stupor Bowls, indeed one of the most exciting games, I have ever seen.

[see the løveli lakes...] Kudos also to Aerosmith. As it turns out, they're giant space buffs, and it was partly their doing that there was such a tribute to NASA, space exploration, and the astronauts of the Columbia before the game. They are the greatest band in the world, or at least used to be.

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Dennis Miller II, the Revenge of Dennis Miller

Ap News has an interview with Dennis Miller, in advance of his return to cable tomorrow evening at 9:00 on CNBC. There's some good stuff there, as you'd expect, but this particular bit caught my ear:

"The United States right now is simultaneously the world's most loved, hated, feared and admired nation."

"In short," he said, "we're Frank Sinatra."

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So, he's from Africa, right?

Via The Spoons Experience, we learn that a high school in Omaha has punished several students for making an unofficial nomination for the school's annual "Distinguished African American Student Award." According to the Omaha World Herald;

The students' actions on Martin Luther King Jr. Day upset several students and have led administrators to discipline four students.

The posters, placed on about 150 doors and lockers, included a picture of the junior student smiling and giving a thumbs up. The posters encouraged votes for him.

The posters were removed by administrators because they were "inappropriate and insensitive," Westside spokeswoman Peggy Rupprecht said Tuesday.

The student in question was a white South African whose family had moved to the states six years ago. Trevor Richards, the student who was featured on the posters, was suspended for hanging them along with two others. The fourth student was punished for circulating a petition in support of the first three.

Volokh has weighed in on the first amendment aspects of the case, and I would never presume to tread on his feet on legal matters. What amazes me is that some high school kids could come up with such a brilliant, nuanced and effing hilarious strike against the blinkered, arbitrary and offensive hyphenated-American worldview that contaminates our schools and society.

When I was a kid in high school, back before walkmans, cell phones, computers with hard drives and - frankly - anything cool at all; we had a situation that was structurally similar to this one. The art department sponsored a contest open to the entire student body to design a new piece of artwork for the grassy area outside the senior commons. Submissions were to be small models, and the winning entry would be created in full by the hardworking craftsman of the shop classes.

The winning entry was submitted by a girl named Erin, and it was as banal an example of derivative modern art as you'd ever run across. It was a spiky metal thingy, vaguely star-shaped but decidedly lopsided and ugly. The shop classes dutifully made the final version out of scrap steel, and the custodial staff installed it on a concrete pedestal so that everyone could admire it on their way to lunch. This piece of faux art elicited a fair amount of criticism, both for its complete lack of aesthetic value and also because of the general regard the student body had for its creator. (Erin was given a brand new Porsche for her sixteenth birthday. Persistent rumor insists that she demanded daddy give her a new one with an automatic transmission because she couldn't be bothered to learn to drive stick. Whether this story is true or not is irrelevant, as it does accurately reflect her character.)

One dark and moonless night, a group of students stealthily crept up to the monstrosity, and bolted a toilet bowl to it. They also used locktight on the bolts. The poor, benighted custodian spent most of the next morning attempting to remove the toilet. The school administrators were furious at this lese majeste, and bent every effort to determining the identity of the renegades.

The next night, either the same group or possibly a different crew altogether attached a second toilet bowl and managed to move the sculpture to the roof of the high school. The administration redoubled its efforts to find the miscreants, but with no success.

But the funny thing is that the principle didn't really lose it until copies of an unsigned manuscript managed to be inserted into the newest edition of the school paper. This essay defended the actions of the vandals as a valid form of art criticism. I wish I still had a copy of the little manifesto, as it was rather well written. The principle was reduced to threats dire punishment and offered rewards to anyone who would narc on the guilty students. But, no one was ever caught or punished for the incidents, and eventually the artwork found repose in an unmarked grave somewhere on the north side of town. The whole episode was marked by a higher than average comic sensibility - for high school students. Instead of crude graffiti, outright destruction or other stereotypical high school hijinks - they actually made a comment on the hated artwork. A rude one, but clever.

But no one in my high school, ever thought about larger issues as these kids in Omaha did. Or pierced them so ably. My hat's off to them. 

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Priest is dead

Film star Ron O'Neal succumbed to cancer on Wednesday.

A moment of silence for Superfly. As Curtis Mayfield said, "a terrible blow, but that's how it goes." I hope they let him drive that huge black Cadillac through the Pearly Gates.

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Cold war weeper flick of the century

Minister Buckethead offered below a link to the 50 most unappreciated films of recent years. At the risk of giving everything away, I want to throw my endorsement behind their well considered and totally deserving number-one choice, The Iron Giant.

The ending makes me cry every single time I see it, which is somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty and counting. Just a perfect, perfect film, and one of my all-time top five favorites. I like it better than The Godfather sometimes.

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Quote for the day

"[Fo]r me, musicals are rarely pleasing. I feel the actors are being put through a kind of nightmarish labor. They're like animals being forced to pull heavy carts of vegetables at incredible speeds."

--Wallace "Inconceivable" Shawn, in the New York Times.

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