Clean Is Not Enough

"When you leave New York, you are astonished at how clean the rest of the world is. Clean is not enough." --Fran Lebowitz, Metropolitan Life/Social Studies

More underground subway activities, like pee between cars, enjoyed by New Yorkers.

Drop-Down

There is a place and a time for drop-down.  But it's just not every single field and every single time in every single form, a drop-down for some list of twenty items?  It's overused, it's cumbersome, it's brainwashing.  People don't even bother try entering the value if it's not on the drop-down.  Crazy.

Nikon USA

Nikonusa is no better than Nikon-Europe.  They simply don't care what appears on their websites, at all.

For better explanations of the above, see here and here.

5 Av-Bryant Park

牯嶺街少年殺人事件 A Brighter Summer Day

***** SPOILER ALERT ******

There are movies I just go and see--because they kind of fit my schedule.  And there are movies I say I want to see but never did--because they kind of not fit my schedule. And then there is A Brighter Summer Day, an unapologetically, interminably, and spectacularly boring fine piece of film making. It takes certain courage, commitment, patience and plenty of luck and not to mention a whopping or meager $17 to see A Brighter Summer Day on the big screen.  The length of the movie can be and is a turnoff.  Who has that much of time to spare anyway except maybe mindlessly surfing the web and online gaming?  And even if you are committed to spend 237 minutes, not 2 hours and 37 minutes like Google would have you believed, of your life to see it, there hasn't really been a good copy available for the longest time.  It's an unicorn of a movie, an alluring film that has grown even more elusive for the past twenty years since its 1991 debut, anywhere but here in America.  Everything changed when Martin Scorsese and company restored the film and had it released here in Lincoln Center for a very limited theatrical one week engagement: 2PM and 7PM from November 25.  I guess if you missed it this time you missed it for good.  Or you may have to wait another twenty years to see it on big screen again.  Hey, you never know, but you can always count on YouTube, Google Video or other dark alleys and corners of the Internet for some version of it. The Chinese title <<牯嶺街少年殺人事件>> reads like a news headline, the name of an article in a news magazine or even the name of a police report; it means "Bullock Ridge Street Teenager Murder Incident"--thanks Google Translate!  Indeed, the film is loosely based on or rather inspired by the first teenage murder happened in Taiwan in the 60s after the National government fled there in 1949.  Director Yang and the juvenile murderer went to the same school.  The murder was a sensation and left an indelible mark on the director's psyche.  The film is an artistic reconstruction of the events leading up to the climatic killing which is as tragic as it is inevitable.  Chang Chen, in his cinematic debut, plays the eponymous character, though most of the times he is affectionately referred to as Xiao S'ir  小四 (little fourth, as in his birth order); who is like most other teenagers from the Chinese diaspora, hangs out with gangs, gets into fights, skips classes, enjoys ambiguous romance--in his case with Ming (Lisa Yang) or affectionately Xiao Ming--you add "Xiao" to make everything endearing, a passive aggressive inadvertent femme fatale, and given the opportunities or being pushed over the edge, he is capable to kill and did indeed kill.  The Changs are originally from Shanghai, which explains everything, doesn't it?  The handsome father (Zhang Guozhu, is the father of the two sons on and off screen) resembles someone from the old Shanghai intelligentsia who has enough pride and stubbornness that can give him more than a lifetime of constipation, and prevents him from being happy, and makes him feel forever out of place no matter how long he has lived in Taiwan and away from Shanghai.  Though to be fair, his unhappiness and feeling of alienation are not totally unfounded--he was taken away one night and interrogated by the secret police for days.  The fact that Xiao S'ir fails to get into a day middle school only gives him more the reason to feel miserable.  The father tried in vain to save Xiao S'ir from the evening middle school first by trying to talk the school bureaucrat to review his son's exam papers, which the bureaucrat would have none of it; then by going through some back door through his fellow Shanghainese old friend in high or higher place.  And as fate would have it or in real life, things only get worse without getting any better.  The English title "A Brighter Summer Day" is more of a yearning than a declarative statement.  The irony is, in addition to being a mis-transcription of one of the lines of Elvis's singing of Are You Lonesome Tonight, most scenes are shot almost pitch black with minimum lighting--there is nothing bright or summery to the movie. There is little let alone fancy camera movements (there is however one day scene where Xiao S'ir and Xiao Ming are shown merely and briefly as shadows on a white door talking, alluding to their fragile transient youthful existence or even demise) nor are there any special sound effects.  The very first thing I notice, after years of movie consumption, the film feels still and disturbingly quiet, there is no sound effect to remind me it's time to feel sad, empathetic or exciting.  Besides the constant gloom, the film is peppered with the director's own brand of humors.  I don't know how on earth one of the film's villains or actually a protagonist is called Honey, in actual English no less, and it's not even a she or meant to be a joke.  And then we have Little Cat (I guess so called for his love of Elvis who is nicknamed as Cat King in the Chinese speaking societies), Little Tiger, Triangular Pantie (the song used to taunt him is such a riot), and Crazy so on and so forth.  Or why the parents, in distress, curse and talk dirty in Cantonese.  Like any good comedy, though this one is obviously not, it's actually a tragedy in disguise.  In the final tragic scenes, Xiao S'ir was seen carrying and clumsily tucking a Japanese little sword into his waist band and it fell right through his pants.  The scene is at once innocent, sad, funny and ominous.  It just doesn't auger well what's going to happen.  In the movie's typical wide shot, the audience watches helplessly in horror as the tragedy unfolds while the passers-by or in a sense the whole world blissfully ignores what is going on, purposely or not .  As if to reaffirm what Xiao Ming says moments ago, "The world does not change because of you."  Lisa Yang never again appears in any movie after Chang Chen killed her character on screen.  I don't blame her.  It would be impossible for her to star in another movie that is as good and as long as A Brighter Summer Day.  Ask Chang Chen.  If you refuse to be entertained and long for something dark and gloomy, A Brighter Summer Day is your ticket to this spectacularly boring cinematic experience.

Bag Of Bones

I bought Bag of Bones from a library sale for one dollar many moons ago and the bag of bones has been on the shelf ever since.  Finally I feel like there is simply no better way to end the year 2011 than reading Bag of Bones, a horror story by the one and only King.

The hardcover is more than five hundred pages long and about two inches thick.  It feels substantial and overwhelming.

Mike Noonan, a recently widowed second tier romance/suspense writer had a four-year writer's block and finally decided to set out to his vacation home hoping to unclog the block or at least to relax.  He got more than he bargained for.  He uncovered deep rooted town secret from many generations back, met some unsavory characters, human and otherwise and even linked his wife's untimely death back to their vacation home Sara Laughs.  The plot twists and characters are interesting, far fetched and have enough going on to keep the story forward and in the end everything is logical and explained, that is, if you were to accept the premise (I am fairly disappointed the plastic owls don't play a more important role than led up to be).  Of course, it's more than just a ghost story, it's about love, justice and peace too.  King proves to be king.  The book may seem daunting but it's an easy read.

Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol

Tom Cruise runs, swims, drives, jumps and kicks ass.  The end.  In between, the glue that binds those actions together that makes it a movie isn't all that interesting.  Personally, the much hyped Cruise doing his own stunt jumping off the tallest building seems more exciting on YouTube than it is in the movie.  Perhaps, I don't know, maybe the storytelling doesn't make it all that exciting.  Director Bird seems to be very fond of the first MI (1996), he even brings back the long hair dude who leads Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise) to see Max.  For a second, I thought I am going to see Max (Vanessa Redgrave) again.  Alas, that didn't happen.  Then of course, we have the party scene in India which is much inferior than a similar scene in the first MI embassy scene.  The tribute doesn't stop there, Bird has Jeremy Renner jumps down some chute and floats by magnetic force a la Tom Cruise in the vault stealing the NOC list.  And finally when Bird doesn't know what to do he brings back Ving Rhames to close out the movie, what's missing of course, is the ridiculously catchy and out of nowhere Dreams by The Cranberries.  I always find it odd to have Dreams played in the end of MI.  But then so is the way Cruise runs, upright, chest protruding, looking all serious, urgent and oddly amusing.

Fincher's The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

The Karen O trailer gives the edge the book deserves but sorely missing in the American movie.  Fincher slogs through the material with a James Bond like opening sequence which is going to challenge the deep black in all LCD television sets across the nation when the blu-Ray, DVD and VOD come out some time later.  After the James Bondish, part MTV, part WTF opening sequence, things kind of go downhill.  There is really nothing to write home about, the intense coffee drinking scenes are missing and how I miss them.  The movie is by and large a faithful adaptation of the original novel so much so that I think if I haven't read the book I sure won't be able to follow the plot.  The movie is kind of sexist, something the book criticizes and despises.  Lisbeth Salander (Rooney Mara) is seen giving it all for the movie here while Mikael Blomkvist (Daniel Craig) stingily flashes only his butt crack in his man-whore like speedo underwear.  Where is the equality in on-screen nudity?  In terms of brutality, I am not impressed.  And Fincher certainly doesn't give the audience something new or good:  the same old tired obligatory shower scene after the rape.  Oh my goodness.  Spare me already.  Rooney Mara gives a credible performance and she looks the part.  But that's about it, her character is just as interesting as her changing hair styles along the movie, which is somewhat interesting but not interesting enough to propel the plot forward and save the movie from being mundane and tedious.

SPOILER ALERT:
Despite the fact that it's a SONY movie, Apple is still featured faithfully* and prominently in the movie.  VAIO and NEX play minor supporting roles only.  EPSON,surprisingly, has a minor supporting role as well.  *Blomkvist is supposed to use an iBook in the book, cheap journalist ...

And he is not even a comedian

攝影﹕劉永銳

Swim

Are You Lonesome Tonight

The eldest sister and older brother (or the second in the brood (老二), which in Mandarin, at least in Taiwan, can mean the penis) are flummoxed when trying to transcribe the lyrics of Elvis' "Are You Lonesome Tonight." Is it "Does your memory stray to a bright summer day" or " ... brighter summer day." To the sister and perhaps many others, Elvis sure sounds like singing the latter. The brother asks if it's even grammatically correct. The official lyrics is the former and so is Norah Jones' recent rendition. Yang's film title "A Brighter Summer Day" not only reflects the director's wry sense of humor on words misunderstood but also epitomizes the yearning of the Changs family, and by extension the Chinese diaspora in Taiwan, for not only a bright but a "brighter" future.

Things with a hole in the middle bring headaches

Wisdom: (Those) without scrotums are all very troublesome.

When Dad needs to say something mildly subversive, inappropriate or simply bad, he says it in Cantonese.  This is the first heart-to-heart conversation between father and son.  He switches to Cantonese when he utters the above.  His son Chang Chen on screen (and in real life) has no idea what's saying.  When asked what it means, the Dad's response is so typical (of Chinese?): you'll know when you grew up.  The film is mostly in Mandarin, with some Taiwanese and little Shanghainese thrown in.  There are three instances, which I really don't know why, the dialogues are in Cantonese, the above being the first one, then one appears off-screen between the parents, and one when Dad goes ballistic on his wife in bed, not sexually though.

Whip Cream

Once Upon A Time

Drive

***********              SPOILER ALERT (does it really matter?)                        ************

Whatever An Education Carey Mulligen got doesn't prepare her for the existential jam she got herself into:  a working waitress and a mother of a young son whose father was in prison and almost immediately got killed after release.  Her white knight, the omni present Ryan Gosling, in shining white nylon jacket adorned with an oversize scorpion in the back (or in very form fitting Levi's trucker jacket or both) and neatly combed blonde hair whose only match is Mulligen's own coiffed bangs, despite being oddly affectionate and at the same time deeply repressed and sexless, good looking and handy turns out to be a dangerous sociopath who is too skilled to drive like a normal human being but too stupid to almost get himself killed.  Drive is an unapologetic and unequivocal film noir, that is, the sole purpose of its characters existence is to ooze coolness and violence in abundance.  To that end, Drive has achieved some level of success.  Is the movie oozed with coolness?  Yes.  Is the movie violent?  You bet.  Is the violence in ample supply?  Err ....  Personally I think it could add a scene or two or three more.  Nevertheless, the violence is well choreographed, it's quick, extreme but without the gore, which is kind of satisfying but leave me desired for more, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Drive is not about the drive, actually it got sued for not enough driving.  Drive is about a man who one day finds his life worth living because he finds someone worth dying for.

Ring Around The Rosie

10個彪形大漢在機場築起人鏈保護陳嘉桓，不讓記者埋身。（攝影：鍾偉茵）from mingpaonews.com

I didn't know you can play Ring Around The Rosie in the airport.

Just because they aren't midgets doesn't automatically make them "彪形大漢."

OWS

More from the NYTIMES.

Nikon D7000 Firmware 1.03

From Nikon rumors I learned that Nikon is rolling out a new firmware for the most beloved D7000.  Anyway I don't think I experienced any of the stuff it's supposed to fix.

However I do experience what I believe is a quirk of the system.  At aperture priority, ISO 100, ISO auto, flash on.  I was shooting about 5 feet from the subject.  However the system had the audacity to pick ISO 4000.  The picture was "acceptable" but unnecessarily grainy.  With the flash up I see no reason the system has to up the ISO to 4000, I think that's absolutely crazy.

UPDATE 11/11/11:
The update was painless.  It doesn't fix anything I wanted to fix (auto ISO flash and skin tones) nor does it break anything so far.

Passport Photos

You have to pay $9.99 plus tax if you were to go to CVS to have your passport picture taken and printed.  Even if you have your own image and just use their Kodak kiosk to print the picture the price is the same, $9.99.  I was in disbelief because a regular print is like 32 cents.  So to use that very special Kodak ID picture software to crop a 2 x 2 inch image and to use the green bars to make sure your face comes out to be at least 1 inch but no more than 1 3/8 inches long you have to pay $9.99.  And the nice guy manning the counter reminded me the picture has to be taken by a qualified professional from an establishment, meaning himself in a CVS.  I appreciated the misinformation and thanked him for looking after my interest.  I took my SD card and went home.  I had passport pictures of somebody else taken by them and they didn't seem anywhere near professional, the nice guy took the picture with a point and shoot which I am sure is adequate for that purpose but the picture looked out of focus and fuzzy.

So I decided to do it myself.

I have some understanding with dpi and GIMP, though not any where near proficient.  Here is the tutorial I found to be most useful Making Your Own Passport Photos.  The tutorial is self explanatory.  If I can do it so can you.  I have sheets of Epson photopaper, a camera, a printer so it was all good.  I test ran one on a regular sheet of paper and because I round downed too much, the image appeared less than 2 x 2.  The second trial came out just right, exactly 2 x 2 with a face only a mother can love in exactly no less than 1 inch but no more than 1 3/8 inches long.  I saved myself $9.99 and felt liberated from the tyranny of WTF CVS passport photos.

Update 11/25/11
Got my new passport in the mail. The passport picture is as ugly if not uglier than myself in real life but apparently the State Department has no problem accepting it.

Steve Jobs

I was somewhat intimidated by the thickness of the book and spooked by Jobs' infamous death stare and enigmatic Mona Lisa-like smile.  The cover portrait, by Albert Watson who is kind of blind and bears an uncanny resemblance to his subject, was taken using an analog large format camera of which Jobs was duly impressed.  I took the dust cover off before started reading.

The authorized biography by the renowned Walter Isaacson clocks in more than 600 pages with never seen before obligatory pictures of Jobs and families in the middle and notes in the end.  I thought it would take me some time to finish it but no, it only took me more than a week even though I had been extremely busy between eating my meals and using the bathrooms.

The book chronicles Jobs' personal and professional life, warts and all, through and through with vivid recollections from Jobs himself as well as from others and often time interspersed with Isaacson's own take on the events.  The Book of Jobs certainly confirms Jobs as an enigmatic dichotomy.  He couldn't code like Gates, not a brilliant engineer like Wozniak, but what he lacked he more than made up for with his intuition, his belief in himself being special and his relentless drive demanded from himself and others for perfection.  And of course being exceptionally intelligent helped too.  Isaacson is even handed and sometimes even goes overboard to expose Jobs' dark side or quirks.  He insinuates that Jobs was too busy to flush toilets in addition to his more well-known infractions: Job soaked his feet in the toilet bowl to unwind, cheated Wozniak, abandoned his own child, had no qualms took others' ideas as his and totally lacked social grace.  Despite or perhaps even because of all his faults, it makes Jobs even more fascinating or human--apparently Jobs reality distortion field is at work here, death or alive.  In the end, Isaacson sheds his biographer role and let Jobs have the last words, which are intelligent and thoughtful as always but also uncharacteristically graceful: summing up who he is, what he wants to do and what drives him, all directly from the horse's mouth.   The book is compelling and easy to read, because number one Jobs was a compelling person on so many levels, with spectacular successes and failures, and you will have to make an effort if you were to try to make him less compelling and number two Isaacson's chronological recounting of events is easy to follow and not get in the way of the flow of the story.  It's not easy to sum up anybody's life in a book especially one as fascinating as Jobs' but I believe Isaacson's "Steve Jobs" has done it.