When I was 16 years old, my uncle Louie was diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, better known as ALS or Lou Gehrig’s Disease. ALS is a neurological disease that causes the myelin sheath coating the body’s nerve cells to deteriorate. Think of this sheath as insulation around an electrical wire; when the myelin goes, the nerve short-circuits and ceases to function. The victim first loses strength in affected areas of the body, then loses control over them altogether. In time, the effect of the disease spreads throughout the body and, as the muscles receive less and less stimulation from the deteriorating nervous system, it begins to atrophy. The victim essentially wastes away.
Monthly Archives: July 2006
Lileks on Barnard Hughes
Today Lileks applies his usual mixture of insight and off-beat perspective to the late Barnard Hughes. As he always seems to do, he says something I wish I’d thought of for my own write-up on the man:
…He had been 70 years old for the last forty years of his life, it seemed. Perhaps he was cast as an old man long before he was old, and it stuck. Died at the age of 91, which meant he spent half a century as a septugenarian. Happens to some guys. Wilford Brimley, for example, got 15 years shaved off his life at some point; he was a middle-aged guy in “The China Syndrome,” and then he was an Old Coot (with a faint note of Old Fart) with nothing in between except an improbable role as a heavy in “The Firm.” If he ever got an Oscar he’d have to split it with his moustache, which does most of the work.
He also sums up Mickey Spillane, the low-brow mystery/crime writer who died this week, in a single, dead-on-target paragraph. It’s worth a look…
The Future of the Shop Around the Corner
There’s an interesting interview over at SF Signal with Alan Beatts, the owner of San Francisco’s Borderlands Books. Borderlands specializes in science fiction, fantasy, and horror, but Alan’s got some provocative thoughts about the book industry in general, especially on the future of brick-and-mortar bookstores both independent and otherwise:
Rediscovered Beatles Recordings
I know it’s something of a heretical view, but I must be honest: I’m not much of a Beatles fan. I like many of the band’s singles and I freely acknowledge their significance to the history of popular music, but for the most part, I’ve never understood the deep, almost mystical reverence that so many hold for the boys from Liverpool. They just don’t grab me that way. I think it’s even arguable as to whether their music qualifies as “rock and roll”; the later stuff, especially, sounds to my ears more like a descendant of the English music-hall than anything related to the blues.
Still, I like them well enough, and I’m always interested in stories about lost-and-found treasures. Which is all my roundabout way of saying that I was very intrigued this afternoon by the news that some 500 tapes from the 1969 “Get Back” sessions have been recovered:
The tapes recorded [The Beatles] performing more than 200 cover versions of work by the artists who had influenced them: Chuck Berry, Elvis Presley and Buddy Holly. They played their own version of Bob Dylan’s Blowing in the Wind, and Rod Stewart’s Maggie May. They belted out Great Balls of Fire, Hippy Hippy Shake and Lucille in spontaneous bursts of play.
You know that at least some of this stuff will be released on CD — more likely all of it will in a big old collectible box set — and, despite my reservations about the orthodoxy of the band’s greatness, I’d really like to hear Lennon’s take on “Great Balls of Fire…”
Red Buttons
I’ve never seen Sayanora, the film for which Red Buttons won his Oscar in 1958, so I can’t say anything about that. In fact, as I’ve tried to think of a signature Buttons role to hang this tribute on, I find I can’t think of him in any specific part or film. He’s simply one of the many familiar faces that I grew up recognizing on television and in movies, like Barnard Hughes. However, unlike Hughes, who stands out in my mind because of specific characters (or at least a specific character type) that he played, Buttons was always just… Red Buttons.
Feline Follies
It’s Friday afternoon at the end of a hectic and horrible week. Time for something a little fun before I head down to the pub to begin my official decompression. I know: how about videos of cats doing silly things?
The Benefits of Reducing…
It’s been a while since I encountered any notably bad copy in the course of my day job as a proofreader. I was beginning think I’d jumped the gun by creating a whole blog category for material that seemed to be on the wane. Then this morning I encountered the following gem, which isn’t technically “egregious corporate-speak,” but certainly does have a problem:
This self-guided overview… focuses on the benefits of reducing re-key of data and order accuracy.
That sounds great, doesn’t it? I can certainly see how reducing order accuracy would generate all kinds of benefits…
ADDENDUM: Here’s another example from the same document:
The Query Operators section [of this document] is useful in providing guidance on getting better search results; particularly valuable when searching.
Yes, I can see how it would be…
Sunset in Manhattan
Awesome image courtesy of Astronomy Photo of the Day:
As usual, click the picture to embiggen. Click here to read scientific goodness about what you’re looking at. Looking at this makes me wish I was right there, with a big slice of thin, street-vendor pizza folded in my hand and the warm summer evening in front of me. Yeah, that’d be good, the sort of scene that would make me feel young and full of possibilities. Hell, in that kind of mood, I probably wouldn’t even gripe about the humidity…
Barnard Hughes
I was saddened to learn this morning that the veteran actor Barnard Hughes has died at the age of 90. He had a long career, stretching back to an uncredited role in a 1954 movie I’ve never heard of, Playgirl, but most people will recognize him from his more recent work playing various crusty old men with soft hearts.
Cool Discovery Video
I’m a week or so behind the curve with this item, but these days I seem to be running late all the time anyway, so what’s one more item on the overdue list?
It seems that when the space shuttle Discovery lifted off on the Fourth of July, it carried a new feature: webcams attached to the nose and tail of both solid rocket boosters, or SRBs. (For those who aren’t up on their spaceflight trivia, the SRBs are the skinny rockets attached to the sides of the thing that provide the initial lift-off boost; they separate a few minutes into the flight, after they’ve burned out all — well, most — of their fuel, and drop into the ocean, where they’re recovered to be used again.) While I suspect the cams are part of the post-Columbia paranoia protocol, intended to document any potential damage during the launch phase, they have the positive side-effect of providing some unprecedented and seriously cool video of a process we’ve all seen 121 times now. Click the image below to see Discovery throttling up its own on-board engines and pulling away as the SRB separates:
Just like a Viper peeling off on the old Battlestar series, isn’t it? Makes an old geek’s heart swell to see reality reflecting fantasy like this…
Note: more images and videos from the current mission can be found at NASA’s Web site. If you’re into this sort of thing…