Are you lookin’ for it?

The WorldWatch Institute has a guide to good stuff. Here it is. With topics on everything from DVDs to meat, WWI’s guide to good stuff lets you know what’s good and what’s not. The Consumption Manifesto accompanying the guide is also good, with 10 principles of good consumption.

(via How To Save The World)

Crazy Apes and Damaged Bananas (and Pens)

  • Pentrix. I’ve never been able to master the 360 degree normal—that annoyingly absent-minded trick where somebody (we’ll call him “Ace”) spins a pen effortlessly around his thumb. Then again, I’ve never really been good with pen tricks in general. But now there’s a web site that can help. Well, maybe it can’t help me, but it could help you. (via MeFi)
  • Those Crazy Apes. Mischievous apes (well, chimpanzees) at the brand spanking new Regenstein Center for African Apes now have the opportunity to surprise unsuspecting visitors with bursts of air. It’s a neat-sounding place, as ape houses go; it’s designed to be more natural for the apes (airy and spacious and green with a mulch-covered floor), and has fans that the apes themselves can control (to, as the article puts it, “moderate the effects of Chicago’s muggy summers and icy winters”). (AP: “Lincoln Park Zoo Apes Get to Take Revenge” by Lisa Schenker [June 26, 2004])
  • Speaking of Apes… There’s been a rumor going around (maybe you’ve heard it, maybe you haven’t) that that much-loved fruit, the banana, is in mortal danger of extinction. I know I’ve read the terrible rumor in some relatively respectable (or at the very least, glossy and picture-filled) science publication. Well, it turns out the rumor’s a little bit over-the-top; a little too alarmist, if you will. Yes, it’s true that the Cavendish (the variety most familiar to the American consumer) faces potential dangers, and yes, it’s true that bananas are essentially clones, which dramatically cuts down on crop diversity. And yes, it’s true that a once-popular variety, the Gros Michel, was totally wiped out by disease in the space of a decade (paving the way for the Cavendish). But Snopes says bananas are here to stay—for now at least—and I tend to believe them. Until I hear otherwise. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted as the banana saga unpeels. (Snopes: “Banana Peal; Claim: Bananas will be extinct within ten years,” by Barbara Mikkelson [September 23, 2003]; via BoingBoing)

La Cité des enfants perdus (****)

(City of Lost Children)

(1995) dirs. Marc Caro and Jean-Pierre Jeunet – Ron Perlman, Daniel Emilfork, Judith Vittet, Mireille Mossé, Joseph Lucien, etc., and The City


Synopsis: The core story, maybe, is that there’s a mad scientist (of sorts) who, has… well, problems, as mad scientists are wont to have. Unable to dream, said mad scientist (Krank, played by Daniel Emilfork) sees a solution in kidnapping children and stealing their dreams. Except that all he gets are nightmares, the city being what it is and the children having the fears they do, and he wakes up from his stolen dreams, screaming. Tragic. But science marches onward, as does Krank, who (via his own motley ‘family’ which includes a number of clones a brain floating in a fish tank and an extraordinarily short woman, not to mention the ‘cyclopses’) kidnaps circus strongman One’s little brother (One being played by Ron Perlman and his little brother by Joseph Lucien). One is not happy about this, and desperately wants to find and rescue his little brother. One stumbles into a group of orphan thieves, befriends one of their ilk, Miette (Judith Vittet, who’s outstanding), who in turn agrees—eventually—to help One find his brother. Along the way lots of things happen, all of it taking place on the stage of the extraordinary dark and twisted city created by Jeunet and Caro.

Review: The sets in ‘City’ are nothing if not outstanding. And they’re outstanding. As are the numerous bizarre characters we chance upon throughout the course of the movie. Clones. Genius demented divers. I think I mentioned the cyclops characters already. Etc. etc. Anyway, there are lots of weird characters. There are points in the movie when you’re not even sure the plot’s there, and you think the movie might have gotten completely distracted, but it doesn’t really matter because the characters are so three-dimensional—four- and five-dimensional, some of them—and it’s really just an enjoyable film. Or I thought so, anyway. So maybe it isn’t entirely obvious if the city was created for the sake of the story or the story was created for the sake of the city, but either way, it’s wickedly creative and cleverly warped. Fantastic.

Rating: [••••] out of [•••••]

Top Ten George W. Bush Complaints About “Fahrenheit 9/11”

(from the Late Show with David Letterman, June 29, 2004)

10. That actor who played the President was totally unconvincing
9. It oversimplified the way I stole the election
8. Too many of them fancy college-boy words
7. If Michael Moore had waited a few months, he could have included the part where I get him deported
6. Didn’t have one of them hilarious monkeys who smoke cigarettes and gives people the finger
5. Of all Michael Moore’s accusations, only 97% are true
4. Not sure — I passed out after a piece of popcorn lodged in my windpipe
3. Where the hell was Spider-man?
2. Couldn’t hear most of the movie over Cheney’s foul mouth
1. I thought this was supposed to be about Dodgeball

(via David Neiwert’s Orcinus, which was tipped off by James Benjamin)

‘squitoville

random killer mosquitoThey kill humans, and from a more balanced perspective, that’s a good thing.

I’m not saying that I’m gonna start wearing a t-shirt reading I [heart] mosquitoes anytime soon, but it (the above-linked article) does raise an interesting thought, one that you may not often have occasion to consider.

(The point, for those of you who are easily distracted, is that mosquitoes have historically played a big part [and still do, to some extent] in controlling human population.)

If you’re interested, the article has other points to make as well. Like the fact that if we were able to completely exterminate the dread insect (and we won’t be able to), the complex web of life of which the squitoes previously were a part would not unwind. And so on and so forth. Anyway, you should read it. It’s a quick read. I doubt you’ll regret it.

(NYT: “No Skeeters, No Problem? Not so Fast” by James Gorman [June 22, 2004])

Pseudoscience, Death By Cards, and Aliens

  • Numerous Lines about 106 Claims. Popular Science has an interesting article wherein the writer lists all the science claims he hears in a day—from cereal boxes to e-mail spam to radio natter—and then looks at the foundations for the claims. Not surprisingly, most of the claims are outright hooey, which simply makes the article that much more enjoyable. Ahh, the fragrant aroma of pseudoscience.

    An excerpt:

    Me: “So how does CortiSlim work to reduce cortisol?”
    Seller: “It decreases the level of cortisol in your body, just cancels it all out.”
    Me: “OK, but how does it do that?”
    Seller: “CortiSlim evaporates it and absorbs it and decreases it and cuts it down. So I want to tell you about a ‘buy two get one free’ special we’re running this week.”

    You get the picture. (Popular Science: “106 Science Claims and a Truckful of Baloney” by William Speed Weed [May 2004])

  • In the Cards. A page on the Jay Card Throwing Technique (including photographs), via BoingBoing. Once you’ve mastered the basic Jay Card Throwing Technique, you can move on to more advanced techniques, and from there you can move on to card throwing as self-defense.

    Jay Card Throwing Technique
  • Aliens? Merely thinking about traumatic memories can be stressful, with a whole host of bodily responses accompanying the memory, from a faster heart rate to increased sweating and so forth. These reactions are often interpreted by people as some kind of indicator of the truthfulness of the memory. But a new study on alien abduction “survivors” by the fine folks at Harvard seems to indicate that a bodily response to any kind of account—be it a contrived memory or a genuine one—depends only on whether or not the account is traumatic, not whether or not it’s truthful. (Psychological Science / EurkeAlert: “Probing the world of alien abduction stories” [June 21, 2004])

To your health

  • Superkid. One of the best lead sentences ever:

    Somewhere in Germany is a baby Superman, born in Berlin with bulging arm and leg muscles.”

    So crazy you know it’s true, the article is a neat trip through the land of genetic mutations an internet-only bodybuilder supplements. (AP: “Doctors discover a toddler muscle man” by Linda A. Johnson [June 23, 2004]; originally via diepunyhumans)

  • Echinacea… The debate rages on. A study by the Marshfield Clinic seems to indicate that echinacea might not help reduce the duration of the common cold. Which is fine and good, except that I’d always thought it was intended as a preventative—as something to strengthen the immune system so as to reduce the occurrence of colds—not something to cut the duration of already-acquired colds. Of course, there are numerous questions to be raised about herbal supplements like echinacea, most of them having something to do with the lack of standardization (there’s nothing like government-mandated quality control) and the fact that no one is quite sure which part of the plants (or which plants, what with there being different kinds of echinacea). Maybe time will tell, and maybe it won’t. (Marshfield Clinic / EurekAlert: “Echinacea may have no benefit in treating common cold” [June 21, 2004])
  • “Cough” Medicine? Okay, so maybe you knew that herbal remedies weren’t necessarily the panacea some people think they are; but what about cough medicine? The results of a study by researchers at the Penn State Children’s Hospital were that “[n]ight-time cough and sleep quality were no better with cough mixtures than with a simple, non-medicated syrup.(BBC: “Cough medicines ‘have no benefit'” [July 6, 2004])

Reason #34 why Canada’s pretty swell

2004 canada day quarter

It’s the 2004 Canada Day Quarter.

(originally via BoingBoing, but I’d like to think I would’ve stumbled across it sooner or later)

Free Science!

The survey’s asinine and you’ve gotta “register,” but once you do, everything on [email protected] (note: [email protected] is not the actual address) is free until August 31st, including premium content.

Plus, you could (emphasis: could) win a digital camera.

Bubba Ho-Tep (***1/2)

(2002) Don Coscarelli – with Bruce Campbell as Elvis, Ossie Davis as JFK, Bob Ivy as Bubba Ho-tep (not that you’d know), Larry Pennell as Kemosabe; also starring Ella Joyce, Heidi Marnhout, and Daniels Roebuck and Schweiger as incompetent Hearse Drivers

Synopsis: ‘Bubba Ho-Tep’ finds Elvis resting in a nursing home in Mud Creek, Texas, alongside various other senescent oddballs (including Ossie Davis’ character, who’s convinced he is JFK). The story is, somewhere along the line Elvis tired of his act—he didn’t feel like “himself” when he performed—and decided to switch places with an Elvis impersonator. Fate conspired against him, and after a massive grilling accident (in which his contract with the impersonator was destroyed) and the death of his impersonator/public face, he eventually wound up in a rest home. In, of all places, Mud Creek, TX. Is he bitter? Yeah, sure. But then Jack, a fellow retirement home ambler, brings his attention to a terrible evil plaguing the home—what evil turns out to be a “soul-sucking” mummy. Which inevitably leads to JFK and Elvis facing off against the evil mummy.

Review: Take Bruce Campbell and put him in a movie that involves JFK, Elvis, and a mummy (an evil mummy, that is), and you’re basically guaranteed to have yourself an instant cult classic. The special-effects aren’t exactly believable, but neither is the story, so everything pretty well balances out. It’s a quirky, campy, funny movie that manages, more often than not (but not always) to evoke the right response from the audience: pity, ambivalence, muted horror, and so on. Bruce Campbell is almost unrecognizable as an older Elvis, and does a bang-up job; the absurdity of the story notwithstanding, you almost believe it really is Elvis, bedridden in Mud Creek, Texas. You never really believe Ossie Davis is JFK, but then again, neither does Elvis. But he’s a nice guy. Still, there are some straightforward jokes that you’d expect a cultish film like this to avoid, and there are parts where the movie as a whole lags behind, either slow or badly paced or unintentionally awkward. Despite which it’s still a fun movie.

Rating: [•••½] out of [•••••]
Etc:

Elvis: Uh, Mr. President… You’re on the floor.
JFK: No shit?