Culture

Clowns are Scary

Blanky the Clown by riverrun : An E2 peice by the ever brilliant riverrun in which he admits more than a passing discomfort for clowns. In fact, they scare the shit out of him. Given his tale of Blanky, the resident clown in his home town, you could hardly blame him. Though I’ll admit a passing discomfort for clowns (and, in fact, the entire carnival setting kinda creeps me out), I’ve had the fortune of never really crossing paths with them. Anyway, riverrun gives a very brief history of clowns, which have been around for quite some time, followed by the somewhat disturbing tale of Blanky.

Dynamic Duo

The Physical Genius and The Art of Failure by Malcolm Gladwell: An interesting duo of pseudo-related articles. The first posits the existence of a “physical genius”, someone who posesses an “affinity for translating thought into action”. The ironic thing about a physical genius, however, is that they really can’t be described by cut-and-dry measurements of athleticism (in other words, there is no measuring stick like IQ for a physical genius). There is, in fact, much more to it than merely performing act itself; its knowing what to do. In the other article, The Art of Failure, Gladwell posits that there are two different types of failing: regression and panicking. Regression is when you become so self conscious that you are thinking explicitely about what to do next instead of relying on your instincts and reactions (which you work hard to put into place; years of tennis lessons will give you an innate tennis sense, so to speak – but if you explicitely start think about each step, you will fail). Panicking is a sort of tunnel-vision, in which you are so concerned about one problem, you forget that you already know the usually simple solution.

Of course, Gladwell makes the points ever more elegantly than I just did. In fact, I’ve found almost all of Gladwell’s work fascinating, well researched, and well thought out. I found these two articles interesting because it seems that the physical genius doesn’t really regress back to their explicit mode of operation. Why? I think it might be because they never learned these things explicitly, at least, not the same way in which your average person does. They just know what to do, and they do it. I guess that’s why they are called “geniuses”.

Disgruntled, Freakish Reflections™ on Happiness

Civilization, Thermodynamics, and 7-Eleven : “Man has never really solved problems so much as exchange one set for another, and what we call progress has simply been a series of shrewd trades that, while never reaching utopia, have at least left us with more desirable issues than the ones before.” Everything has advantages and disadvantages, and we attempt to maximize our advantages while minimizing our disadvantages. But you’ll notice that the disadvantages are never really eliminated. This is all well and good, but why do so few people see it? Its almost like we were raised to be unhappy. We’re shown what we don’t have, we learn that success means winning trophies and money, and that happiness relies on how much stuff we have. We’re expected to live our life in constant, multi-orgasmic bliss, and if we find ourself unhappy, then we’re a failure. Of course, since we don’t live in a Utopia, we will always be unhappy, and thus we will always be seeking new trophies to make us happy. Striving for self-improvement isn’t wrong (its quite honorable), but it won’t necissarily make you happier. All too often, we set our sights on that one mystical thing that, if we could just achieve it, would make us happy. The only problem is, if you can’t be happy now, chances are, you won’t be happy in the future, even if you do achieve your goals.

To paraphrase Dennis Miller, happiness doesn’t always require resolution, but rather an in the moment, carefree acceptance of the fact that the worst day of being alive is better than any day of being dead. Happiness isn’t settling for less, its just not being miserable with what you’ve got. So reach for the stars, but remember, you’re just trading one set of disadvantages with another, and you might not be any happier than you are now…

Wing Bowl X

Every year, on the Friday before Super Bowl Sunday, Philadelphians gather at the First Union Center for a different type of contest: The Wing Bowl. A tradition that started 9 years ago, the annual Wing Bowl festivities start at the crack of dawn. The audience tailgates in the parking lot while the contestants prepare to eat as many Buffalo wings as possible in a 30-minute time-span. Its become a hallmark of Philly life, with more than 20,000 people showing up for last years event. Only in Philly. Last year’s winner is nicknamed “El Wingador”, and he ate 137 wings in 30 minutes (the highest score of all time was 164 wings!)

Particularly interesting, and more disgusting than eating 100+ wings in 30 minutes, are the Qualifying Stunts performed by wing bowl hopefuls. A good stunt typically includes some sort of gross variety of food, eaten quickly and in mass quantities (strange, as I would think that has little to do with your wing-eating ability). Highlights this year include people eating: Four pounds of tripe in 20 minutes, a pigs head (including snout, cheek and the brain), A dozen hard boiled eggs with shells in 24 minutes, fifty raw clams in fifteen minutes, three pounds of head scrapple and bottle of hot sauce in 20 minutes, and one pound uncooked penne pasta with only 8 ounces of water in 20 minutes. Only in Philly…

1/25/02 – Update: El Wingador does it again. 143 total wings (81 in the first 14 minnutes). Three time champ. I love the nicknames these guys have; there was a 15 year old student in the contest – his nickname is Lord of the Wings…

No Whammy, no Whammy, STOP!

Back in May of 1984, history was made as Michael Larsen, an unemployed ice cream truck driver from Ohio, managed to win $110,237 on the classic CBS television game show Press Your Luck. Having watched Press Your Luck since it premiered, Larsen came to the conclusion that the swift, seemingly random flashing lights that bounced around the Press Your Luck board were not as random as they seemed. By taping the show religiously and pausing the tapes, Larsen discovered that there were just six light patterns on the board. With this bit of knowledge, he practiced at home while watching the show and realized that he could stop the board wherever and whenever he wanted, if he just had patience. The article is worth visiting, if only to see the looks on the host’s face as Larsen racked up the dough. Ironically, Larsen eventually wound up losing all his winnings in a bad housing investment deal.

Planetarium

Planetarium is an on-line puzzle story in twelve weekly instalments. The story is presented one week at a time; each week containing three puzzles. At the end of the twelve weeks, the answers to the thirty-six puzzles can be put together to solve a metapuzzle, which ties back into the plot of the story. Planetarium is primarily a story, so it doesn’t matter if you solve the puzzles or not; they’ll tell you the answers after twelve weeks anyway. Each Planetarium instalment consists of an illustration of a scene in the story, framed in a border with other puzzle elements and buttons. Clicking on the characters (or objects) within the illustration evokes text relating to that character – perhaps a dialogue they are having with another character, or part of the story narrative, or possibly a riddle that the character is presenting. I’m only on the first week, but I think I’m hooked.

I found this link via Mindful Link Propagation, which is notable in and of itself, as it is the latest project over at the Laboratorium and it contains many interesting and thoughtful links.

The Fifty Nine Story Crisis

In 1978, William J. LeMessurier, one of the nation’s leading structural engineers, received a phone call from an engineering student in New Jersey. The young man was tasked with writing a paper about the unique design of the Citicorp tower in New York. The building’s dramatic design was necessitated by the placement of a church. Rather than tear down the church, the designers, Hugh Stubbins and Bill LeMessurier, set their fifty-nine-story tower on four massive, nine-story-high stilts, and positioned them at the center of each side rather than at each corner. This daring scheme allowed the designers to cantilever the building’s four corners, allowing room for the church beneath the northwest side.

Thanks to the prodding of the student (whose name was lost in the swirl of subsequent events), LeMessurier discovered a subtle conceptual error in the design of the building’s wind braces; they were unusually sensitive to certain kinds of winds known as quartering winds. This alone wasn’t cause for worry, as the wind braces would absorb the extra load under normal circumstances. But the circumstances were not normal. Apparently, there had been a crucial change during their manufacture (the braces were fastened together with bolts instead of welds, as welds are generally considered to be stronger than necessary and overly expensive; furthermore the contractors had interpreted the New York building code in such a way as to exempt many of the tower’s diagonal braces from loadbearing calculations, so they had used far too few bolts.) which multiplied the strain produced by quartering winds. Statistically, the possibility of a storm severe enough to tear the joint apart was once every sixteen years (what meteorologists call a sixteen year storm). This was alarmingly frequent. To further complicate matters, hurricane season was fast approaching.

The potential for a complete catastrophic failure was there, and because the building was located in Manhattan, the danger applied to nearly the entire city. The fall of the Citicorp building would likely cause a domino effect, wreaking a devestating toll of destruction in New York.

The story of this oversight, though amazing, is dwarfed by the series of events that led to the building’s eventual structural integrity. To avert disaster, LeMessurier quickly and bravely blew the whistle – on himself. LeMessurier and other experts immediately drew up a plan in which workers would reinforce the joints by welding heavy steel plates over them.

Astonishingly, just after Citicorp issued a bland and uninformative press release, all of the major newspapers in New York went on strike. This fortuitous turn of events allowed Citicorp to save face and avoid any potential embarrassment. Construction began immediately, with builders and welders working from 5 p.m. until 4 a.m. to apply the steel “band-aids” to the ailing joints. They build plywood boxes around the joints, so as not to disturb the tenants, who remained largely oblivious to the seriousness of the problem.

Instead of lawsuits and public panic, the Citicorp crisis was met with efficient teamwork and a swift solution. In the end, LeMessurier’s reputation was enhanced for his courageous honesty, and the story of Citicorp’s building is now a textbook example of how to respond to a high-profile, potentially disastrous problem.

Most of this information came from a New Yorker article by Joe Morgenstern (published May 29, 1995) . It’s a fascinating story, and I found myself thinking about it during the tragedies of September 11. What if those towers had toppled over in Manhattan? Fortunately, the WTC towers were extremely well designed – they didn’t even noticeably rock when the planes hit – and when they did come down, they collapsed in on themselves. They would still be standing today too, if it wasn’t for the intense heat that weakened the steel supports.

Wasting Time

I Play Too Much Solitaire, and it’s Putting Me in a Time Warp by Douglas Coupland : Why do I choose to waste time playing solitaire? And why will I, in all likelihood, cheerfully continue to waste thousands more hours playing solitaire? These are questions Coupland, and no doubt, millions of others, have pondered. Interestingly enough, I find that this spills over into much more than solitaire. What of my thousands of NHL 98 or Unreal Tournament games? Or the countless hours spent trolling the net? Time wasted? Perhaps. Will I continue to waste it? Undoubtedly. Why? I have no idea. Coupland’s father used to play solitaire all the time, and now, thanks to a computer, he still plays almost every day. When asked why, he replies:

“That’s easy. Every time I press the key and it deals me a new round, I get this immense burst of satisfaction knowing that I didn’t have to shuffle the cards and deal them myself. Its payback time for all the hours I ever wasted in my life shuffling and dealing cards.”

Which brings me to the thought that maybe we aren’t really wasting time at all. Maybe we just need to realize that the past is gone, whether we like it or not. By the way, I found Coupland’s site insightful and fun, though I’m a bit annoyed at the use of Flash (is it really necessary to put a full text article into flash? It sure as hell makes it difficult to pull quotes!)

Someone is a werewolf. Someone … in this very room.

Werewolf is a simple game for a large group of people (seven or more.) Two of the players are secretly werewolves. They are trying to slaughter everyone in the village. Everyone else is an innocent human villager, but one of the villagers is a seer (can detect lycanthropy). Some people call it a party game, but it’s a game of accusations, lying, bluffing, second-guessing, assassination, and mob hysteria. Sounds like a blast to me. [via metafilter]

I recently participated in a similar game called “The Mole” in which there are two teams which are trying to complete certain tasks, except that there’s a sabateur (a “mole”) on each team. Of course, my team emerged victorious, thanks mostly to a brilliant strategy in the opening round, resulting in a commanding lead for my team. The other team became a little bitter about that, as evidenced by this highly biased, but also hilarious mock review of the event (I am the one referred to as “Mark” in said review).

Greatest Hits

The Mob is an American business institution. Killing people is just part of the business, but it’s a very costly part. Cops look the other way for burglary or hijacking, but not for murder. The press and the public don’t generally tolerate this sort of thing, and yet, those very murders that bring the most powerful wrath of law enforcement and public scrutiny down on the Mob are responsible for their greatest cultural legacy. [Warning: graphic images ahead – proceed at your own risk] Who can forget the picture of Carmine Gallante sprawled on a restaurant floor, cigar in his mouth? Or the bloody picture of Ben “Bugsy” Siegal, his face pretty much blown off? These infamous Mafia hits stick in our consciousness longer than any degree of bootlegging or hijacking ever could

Update: Removed links to images because Google images was acting funny.