Wednesday, February 4, 2009

KB the Greek

Καλημερα. During my junior year of college, which is when I think I really started to embrace the idea of learning for learning's sake, I took two semesters of Attic Greek. I was a Classics major, but Greek wasn't required since I was Classical Civ., not Greek Lit. I had three reasons for putting myself through this: 1) Desire to read New Testament Greek 2) Desire to read Greek lyric poetry as it was originally written and 3) Just to be able to say that I did it.

By the end of the year, I was obviously able to say that I did it. I was reading snippets of NT Greek, but because of the complexity of Greek dialects, I hadn't yet gotten to the level where I could open up a book of Greek poetry and understand it. One of the most common misconceptions is that there was one language known as "Ancient Greek." In reality, there were scores of regional dialects, all of which were based around common grammatical principles and vocabularies, but like the Pirate Code, it was really just a set of guidelines that were loosely adhered to. What we now call Ancient Greek and what is taught in most Classics departments is Attic Greek, which is the vernacular that was spoken in Hellenic Athens 2,500 years ago.

I bring this up not only to show off but because after the spring of 2005, I gave up on Greek. I had extra credits to fill my senior year and decided French and art history would be more interesting. While I thoroughly enjoyed those classes, I have since missed committing myself to the Greek language. Make no mistake, you can't really dabble in Greek;  you must make a full commitment. Having grown tired of dominating my fiancee in Mario Kart Wii, Risk, and Scene It!, it's time for a new challenge, and that new challenge moving forward will be re-learning Greek.

Yesterday, I used a Barnes and Noble gift card (thank you future in-laws) to purchase H.G. Scott and Robert Liddell's canon of the Attic Greek language, Intermediate Greek-English Lexiconlovingly referred to by Greek scholars as "Middle Liddell." I also found a used copy of our old textbook, Athenaze. One of the great things about something like this is that you get to commit yourself and not make the same mistakes you would have as an undergrad. While I was one of the better students in the class at the time, I still had other obligations that kept me from focusing solely on Greek, such as other classes, hockey, and XBox. It's not that I don't have even more and arguably more important things going on in my life, but as an adult, you should possess the discipline and focus to drive you even harder than you may have as an undergrad. No one understands this better than Jasper Rees, a middle-aged man who studied some French Horn as a kid but gave it up, only to pick it up again 25 years later, master the instrument, and even play before a paying audience. 

I don't see live readings of Sappho in my near or distant future, but my study of Greek is symbollic of my idealism and curiosity as a young student. As I now become increasingly jaded with the lack of intellectual curiosity and even respect for what I consider to be a true education in the "real world," I'm afraid that I will ultimately lose touch with my own intellectual identity as I try to keep up. In the past 2,500 years, what has since become known as the Greek language has only changed about as much as English has in the past 500. Such stability, especially for a language, is remarkable. I hope that studying Attic Greek will keep me connected to my intellectual roots, roots that are as constant and deeply embedded as the original language is itself.

Monday, February 2, 2009

A Blaffair to Rememblack

Tee-hee. 30 Rock is the best show on television. Biting, rapidfire wit, impeccable casting, and an effective balance of the mundane and the absurd are all key components to this show’s success. Not that the show is a success by conventional standards. It’s still probably the best show that too few people are watching, but if their recent showing at the golden Globes a couple weeks back is any indication, they are still doing something right.

One of the absurd foils to Tina Fey’s straight woman, Liz Lemon, is Tracy Morgan’s thinly veiled homage to himself, Tracy Jordan. Jordan, like the actor portraying him, is a loveable oaf who is completely detached from reality due to his wealth and celebrity. The character barrels headlong through life, kept afloat only by the level-headed handlers he surrounds himself with (Lemon, Kenneth the Page, and his two entourage men, Griz and Dot-Com). Jordan is also “the black cast member” on his SNL-type sketch show. He is known for his tendency to star in “black” films like Who Dat Ninja? and the Honky Grandma series.

In the clip below, Jordan chimes in about how Lemon’s romantic woes remind him of some movies he’s been in, and I’m still repeating the line to myself and chuckling. Well done, 30 Rock writers. Add extra hilarity points for dressing him as an elvish warrior from Lord of the Rings.

http://vodpod.com/comedy/watch/1276326-30-rock-love-on-the-mind

Thursday, January 22, 2009

The List, or How I Stopped Thinking and Learned How to Consume Bullet Points

Tunes. You could say I'm a music lover. I always have a tune in my head that I can barely resist expressing one way or another. Rarely am I not whistling, humming, tapping my toes, or banging out a rhythm with my fingers on a table top. Others (my fiancee) view this as being fidgety, which I suppose isn't entirely wrong. Regardless, music rocks, so I am fascinated by the recent book that just came out, 1,000 Recordings You Must Hear Before You Die.

The list, as a genre, is particularly consuable, which may be why it has become such a popular media format over the past 5 years or so. Most people don't want to read long, fleshed out ideas (Take that, academia!). Our collective attention span has been shrinking for years. Don't believe me? Watch any film from the 1950s and note how even the shortest shots and scenes seem long by today's standards, and they are rarely enhanced by music or sophisticated camera effects.

The list, though potentially long, is really just a series of bullet points, only ranked according to whatever criteria the lister settles on. So not only are our attention and focus not being tested, we are presented with fodder for discussion. Do we agree with the rankings or the methods by which they were determined? VH1 caught on to this and seems to release new lists on a monthly basis. They take it a step further and hire pseudo-celebrity types to comment on and make snarky remarks about each listed item. Many of those personalities have ridden this wave of success so far as to build careers off of it. Hal Sparks, anyone?

So the music list. I don't see myself ever listening to all 1,000 recordings, much less digesting and aprpeciating them for all of their merits. But as a wannabe music snob, I can't resist chasing that white whale. Perhaps what first set me on this path was realizing that I've only listened to no more than five of the entries in their entirety. I'm better than that and should be much more culturally literate. So I've gone and raided my dad's CD collection and pulled out a few gems, from Paul Simon and the Police to Bernstein and Copland. Music is expensive, so my mission is to find the most cost effective way to appreciate as much music as possible.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Quarterly Update

Fake Out. It's a cliche to write about how infrequently you update your blog, so don't even go there. Moving on...

Another start to another semester. I had low expectations going into PSMA 6008: Information & Computers in Public Service. The "Information & Computers" part of title makes it sound like this course was offered 15 years ago, back when Computer Class was still a thing, consisting of Mavis Beacon and the Oregon Trail. Dragon's Keep if you were lucky.

After our first meeting, I'm more optimistic. There are only five of us in the class, and the professor is the best one in the department, whose past two classes I've enjoyed so far. The assignment for the week between now and the next class is as follows...

Page One: My Tech

During the course of th enext week, informally keep track of your own interaction with information and computer technologies. Some possible but by no means exclusive examples; How often did you e-mail? Visit a web page? Post to a blog? Use a GPS? Twitter? Conduct an online business transaction? Find Information from or about a government agency? Text message? Update your Facebook or My Space page?

Page Two: What did I accomplish?

What did you actually accomplish by using technology this week? Communication (e-mail, text) is one thing; but was the communication social, professional, transaction based or something else? Try to think about specific things that you were able to do through your use of technology. The more tangible (e.g. I payed a parking ticket online) is better than (I e-mailed my friend).

I have a feeling this is going to get very embarassing. I use information technology regularly, so I'm not short on material. But off the top of my head, hardly any of it is productive. In fact, 90% of what I do over the course of the day is counter productive. I'll need assurances that none of this data makes its way back to my employer. So here we go, Day 1, wrote in my blog about writing in my blog...

Monday, November 3, 2008

Cityscapes Amaze Me

Hong Kong. Say hello to my new desktop background. Just awesome.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Hey Philly, Get A New Thing

Rocky. This film first came out in 1976, followed by three good sequels and two that never happened. Just go with it. Ever since then, every pathetic lugnut and ham-and-egger from the greater Philadelphia area has been getting an erection whenever they hear the first few bars from that seemingly inescapable theme music. The Phillies' recent run to the World Series has made that song even more prominent. I propose that they get over it and find one more lousy thing about their city to latch on to outside of some fictional heavyweight boxer that was conceived and portrayed by a guy whose entire film resume up to that point consisted of porn.

Never mind that Philly is home to one of the greatest heavyweight boxers of all time. He's black. In Philly, that doesn't count. Does anyone else find it a bit sick that a city would sooner build a bronze statue of a fictional boxer "from" that city before they build a statue of a real boxer who happens to be African American? Bill Burr does, and he has a lot more to say about this fine little city. It's long but worth every single glorious second. Not convinced of Philly's dirty little prejudices? How about this Philly institution. That's not to be confused with the other Philly institution of giving endless shit to Donovan McNabb.

The cruel irony of it all is that Frazier was considered an Uncle Tom when he was in his prime and was often derided by African Americans and, specifically, his rival Muhammad Ali. Looking back, you can see that Frazier was OJ before OJ was OJ and killed two people. When he's in the ring or on the field, he's good as gold, but once that's over, he's just another... you get the point. 

Anyway, with the Phillies clinching a World Series victory as I type this, perhaps once their obnoxious celebrations settle down a bit, Philadelphians will no longer feel the need to cling to the one good thing that ever came out of that God-forsaken city. But probably not.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Things More Important Than What We're Seeing in the "News"

In no particular order...

Health care
ENVIRONMENT
Iraq war
Economy
Education
Creating jobs

If this election is about the issues, Sen. Obama wins in a landslide.