Speaking of Chewbacca, here are all the scenes with Chewie from A New Hope:
It had been a strange, even surreal festival marked by ecstatic visions and doomsday fantasies and nearly hijacked when the Danish director Lars von Trier, in competition with “Melancholia,” announced at the press conference for his movie — perhaps jokingly and certainly stupidly — that he was a Nazi. # (emphasis mine).
In recent years I’ve come to despise journalists with a passion. To talk about Von Trier’s half-hearted attempt at humor earlier at Cannes, and describe it as being ‘perhaps’ a joke, “but we can’t know for sure, he might be a nazi! In fact, I’d go so far as to say that the burden of proof that he’s not, is on him!”, is such utter sensationalist bullshit that it’ll clear a room in five seconds flat. There was never any question that Von Trier had simply wandered blind into a bad joke with no exit, and anyone with half a brain found his exclusion from the festival to be a laughable reactionist move.
Von Trier is a provocateur, this is what he does.
A more reasonable piece of commentary might have been:
[…] announced at the press conference for his movie, in a failed attempt at his trademark provocative humor, that he was a Nazi.
If you’re writing for one of the untold number of amateur movie blogs out there, I’d still scoff my nose and consider unsubscribing if I came across as stupid a remark as the one in this quote — because I’m a snobbish asshole like that — but when you’re writing the New York Times’ story on the grand prize for Cannes, I’d expect you to plant your innuendos more cautiously, please.
You must give up the life you planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you.
— Joseph Campbell (via)
I’d be remiss if I didn’t take the opportunity to point to a few cool things I’ve been tangentially involved with in the past few months.
First up is The king of Apple talk radio on CNN’s Fortune Tech blog, which highlights episode 11 of The Talk Show (featured also in yesterday’s clip show), in which one of the subjects is my Chewie entry. Yes, I’ll take credit anywhere I can, especially if I can piggyback off of Dan’s amazing work, which accompanies me on my walks almost every day.
Secondly is Jamie’s last entry in his astounding filmumentary series on the making of Star Wars, Star Wars Begins, the result of several years of work, digging up and integrating rare interviews and behind the scenes footage from the making of Star Wars with the film itself. It’s the final installment in his trilogy, following up on Building Empire and Returning to Jedi, both in their own right well worth their time. I’m credited on it for a bit of feedback and some pocket cash I threw after him when he almost lost the entire thing to one of those “it’ll never happen to me”-harddrive crashes (because what is the internet, if not a place for obsessives to come together?).
Finally, I wrote a bit back and forth with Kirby, after his Everything is a Remix and my Chewie entry back in September. After we cheered to each others success and drank human blood to our fortune from the skulls of baby animals (don’t you judge me!), I showed him a video of my further work on the influences of Star Wars, something I’ve been working on intermittently over the last year or so, and he in turn drew inspiration from it, and focussed on Star Wars in his great second video essay, Everything is a Remix Part 2 (also be sure to check out the Kill Bill video). That was back in September, when I still thought I’d have my own project done in a matter of weeks. Months later, it’s turning out to be somewhat more… exhaustive.
The good news, is that I think I know how Lucas came upon the idea of turning Darth Vader into Luke’s dad…
Nerd out.
I guess that’s what this movie is really about. About facing the truth, and then rising beyond it. We will never get past Viet Nam if we sweep it under the carpet — we must face it, head on, as ugly and horryible as it will seem out in the open. And then by facing it, we can put it behind us. We do not have to feel guilty — guilt is a destructive emotion — we have only to judge ourselves, and go on. And we can’t beat ourselves to death about those contradictory parts of us: the fact that we want things the way we want them, the fact that we lust after things, and enjoy satisfying those lusts — even the lust to kill. The truth is that those things do exist — but in balance with instincts of tenderness, compassion, charity — The interesting thing about this character is that he is whole, he is irrational and rational all in one, and that is what people are like. #
When even the downs were bigger ups than most ups, you know you led a pretty badass life in 2010. I won’t bore you with the details, except to say that if 2011 turns out to be half the year 2010 was, it’ll make 2009 its bitch. And given that we suddenly find ourselves in New York, it’s looking pretty good.
Needless to say — which is a lie, because otherwise I’d have no way to start this paragraph — my writing has tapered off over the past year. Again. But it’s well in line with the promise I made myself to care more about the quality, than the quantity. A strategy that paid off several times, most notably when I profiled everyones favorite wookiee of course, a subject about which I’ve got a thing or two more to say in the coming year. More than two things in fact.
In trying to focus on writing things that can last, or at least be really good for the time in which they manage to have appeal, I’ve skipped writing many an entry, most often on tech, most often about the iPad, iOS, because… Well, look around. You can’t walk down the street without kicking entries about tech, and more specifically about the iOS. And Android. And it’s interesting; I read it of course. But a few years ago, those were subjects still covered by a few small-time nerds and a few big-time columnists; now you can’t open the paper, turn on the TV or ‘J’ through Google Reader without being assaulted by opinion and rumor pieces left and right.
Clytus, I’m bored.
Write about iOS, or Android or whatever floats your boat. But do it in your own way, or about something no one else is paying attention to. If you’re just piping up in the hopes of catching some spill-over traffic… What’re you doing?
And the second thing, which has weighed on me for the last few months, since I first started the project of which the Chewie piece happened to be a spin-off, is one of observing precision and discipline in research and writing. This happens to be the case with any kind of writing, especially tech-writing, but certainly also something as seemingly niche and nerdy as Star Wars, as it were. If you can read this, you’ve got access to the internet. If you’ve got internet access, you’ve got no reason to regurgitate hearsay, unfounded rumors and ridiculous myths. Half the troubles in the world stem from doing just that, and given that we live in the age of information, not disinformation, it’s about time we start manning, or womanning, up and getting down with some research.
Happy new year you. Now go forth and conquer.
We have become used to thinking of heroism as something that simply happens to people; indeed the word has been in a sense cheapened by the modern habit of calling everybody exposed to any kind of danger, whether voluntarily or not, a “hero.” Soldiers — indeed all those in uniform — are now commonly referred to as “our heroes,” as if heroism were a universal quality shared by everyone who bears arms, or as if it were an accident, not a vocation. Even those who die in terrorist attacks, and have thus had the bad luck to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, are described as “heroes,” though given the choice most of them would no doubt have preferred to be somewhere else when the blow was struck.
From Hero – The Life and Legend of Lawrence of Arabia by Michael Korda.
In Kabul in 2001 I was sent with a unit to meet with an Afghan government minister. We had to explain that we weren’t Russian, we were British. As soon as we did he rounded on us and shouted: British? You burned down the covered market! My first thought was s***, what have the Paras done now? I apologised and we got on with the meeting. Back at base I asked who had burned down the market. Blank faces all round, until someone at the back said he thought we had burned down the covered market. In 1842. #
Google recently introduced a new preview layer to their search results, which allows the user to not only preview the page before going to it, but also seeing the actual string highlighted on that page. A nice idea, wrapped in horrible interaction design.
Continue reading ‘Google Result Previews; Interaction Disaster Area‘
A few months ago, Anthony, the founder of Squarespace, asked me to fly out to New York to meet with him and a few others about a possible job; a very tempting offer, but at the time unrealizable due to circumstance.
Last wednesday we shut the door on our empty apartment in Copenhagen, left the keys in the mailbox and boarded a plane to Newark, all of our necessary belongings neatly packed into as many bags as you can fit into the back of a Lincoln town car, now effectively homeless.
Everything’s a momentary blur, but as reality and the practical measures of moving settles again, hopefully soon, I’ll be stepping into my new role as Interface Director at Squarespace and a new life here in The Big Apple.
In the scheme of things, it has been simultaneously one of the hardest, and one of the easiest decisions we’ve ever had to make. On the one hand existing obligations, jobs, friends and family, not to mention a place to call home and a daily routine are not easily shed. Yet on the other, a chance to try something entirely different, to have a go at the dream of living in roots of the worlds most iconic skyline and in a sense to try an alternate reality — if only for a time — and certainly not least, to have the opportunity to work for a company I have long admired, and which over the last couple of months, as I met with the people behind it, solidified as a force to be reckoned with, a mentality straight out of my most livid day dream and a collection of people the likes of which you’d be lucky to meet in passing, if at all.
Of course, a disruption like this doesn’t spring to life without sacrifice and broken plans, and we owe much to friends and business partners for their understanding and support. But here, at the tail end of it, it seems it wasn’t much of a decision at all as much as it was coming to the realization that we couldn’t not do this.
Which leaves us here, on the 10th floor of a Soho hotel bordering Tribeca, almost in eye-shot of the Squarespace offices, starting our scavenger hunt for a new home, and a life in the big city.
Pinch me.
“When you want to set down an idea, you should be able to go to your computer or information appliance and just start typing: no booting, no opening the word processor, no file names, no operating system.” (xviii, Jef Raskin, The Humane Interface. 2000, Addison Wesley)
We’re pretty simple. If something sudden happens, we react. We flinch. We stop. We divert all of our attention, unwillingly, to whatever it is that could potentially be posing as a danger to our well being. We will interrupt whatever we’re doing at loud noises or when catching something out of the corner of our eye. It’s our fight or flight instinct. We can’t help it.
Now watch this, and pay particular attention to the animations:
Now if I say: “hunting tiger”?
The animation curves on the Blackberry Playbooks UI are those of a predator, just as it pounces its prey; slooow and then fast!. It’s incredibly disconcerting, causing our lizard brain to subconciously analyze the motions of something as harmless as windows on a screen for signs of danger.
This recalls Apple’s ‘Breathing Status LED Indicator’ (and Dell’s hopeless imitation), though I should mention, just for good measure, that Apple isn’t above reproach; try bringing up your dashboard, and dismiss it. Notice how the widgets fly into your face!, say like a tiger, rather than simply fade away?
Interaction design should for the most part be all but transparent to the user, so here’s my pro tip of the day: try not to emulate our natural predators.
Update: Oddly, the animation curves used for all the marketing material aren’t the ones used in this practical demo:
I’m finishing The Making of The Empire Strikes Back, Jonathan W Rinzler’s recenty released document on everyone’s favorite sequel – it’s everything a nerd could hope for, by the way – and I came across this quote, which seems to pretty well describe the mentality gap between the US and Denmark:
The sequel was also number one in Tokyo, Japan, for at least four weeks, but in Denmark, Empire was ruled off-limits to children under 12 (as was Star Wars, Close Encounters, and several other films).
“Children are not allowed to see a film that desenitizes them to violence, to suffering,” says Dr. Jørgen Bruun Petersen. “They must not see a film if we feel they will get [from it] less ability to feel pity.” On the other hand, children were allowed by the Danmark censors to see sex on screen. “I don’t think children will be harmed if they see two adults going to bed with each other. But only if they express love for each other, do what they do with feeling.”
The Making of The Empire Strikes Back, p336.
That’s not to say I agree with him on the violence (much to my moms dismay, I raised myself on RoboCop and Alien), but this schism is inherent in our culture – we released porn before any other country – which makes it so absurd to us when a nip-slip causes most of the US to dive into a frenzy, while happily enganging in wars across the world.
Imagine my surprise, when as I was doing the dishes, mine and Chewies names popped up in Episode 11 of The Talk Show w. Dan Benjamin and John Gruber. It being live, I much to Gruber’s dismay (sorry John), popped into the chat and took part.
Yes, it is a step up for power users, but I imagine it must be intimidating to n00bz and is a little too crowded for my tastes. But having finally spent some time with #NewTwitter, deeper problems make me think it got kicked out of the nest before its wings were fully formed.
We’ve just returned from a screening of Stanley Kubrick: A Life in Pictures, at Cinemateket with Jan Harlan – Kubrick’s brother-in-law and the film’s director – in attendance. The documentary itself, supreme as it is, is available on DVD; however, the Q&A session with Jan Harlan isn’t. A shame, as Harlan was both funny, honest and insightful about Kubrick and his filmmaking.
Which is why I recorded it.
Afterwards I asked him what had become of the 18 hours of material shot, I believe by Kubrick’s (later estranged) daughter Vivian, for Full Metal Jacket. Unfortunately it seems the sound was lost for most of it, and what remained is what made its way into this and the Stanley Kubrick’s Boxes documentaries. Shame.
Update: Thank you Jay Goodman Tamboli for normalizing the audio for me.