I'm curious what the word for Aether is in Shivaisith.
It’s just ether, but funny story about that. There was never any consensus on whether to pronounce it [ɛ]ther or [aj]ther (the first vowel rhyming with the e in bed and the second with the i in ice). I originally did it with ether, and then I was asked to change it to äither. And I did that, but then it was changed back… I think it’s actually pronounced both ways in the film. As for that, though, since it was a term, I decided to keep it as is, and I’m sure that’s what they would’ve wanted if I’d decided to come up with a native term for it. My idea is that it’s borrowed from whatever culture named it—perhaps the Asgardians. For use in Shiväisith, I’d just stick with ether. It’s easier to get a handle on.
Let us relive one of the greatest television moments of all time.
A police officer from West Hartford had pulled up across the street, exited his vehicle, and begun walking in my direction. I noted the strangeness of his being in Hartford—an entirely separate town with its own police force—so I thought he needed help. He approached me with purpose, and then, without any introduction or explanation he asked, “So, you trying to make a few extra bucks, shoveling people’s driveways around here?”
All of my homeowner confidence suddenly seemed like an illusion.
It would have been all too easy to play the “Do you know who I am?” game. My late father was an immigrant from Trinidad who enrolled at Howard University at age 31 and went on to become a psychiatrist. My mother was an important education reformer from the South. I graduated from an Ivy League school with an engineering degree, only to get selected in the first round of the Major League Baseball draft. I went on to play professionally for nearly 15 years, retiring into business then going on to write a book and a column for The New York Times. Today, I work at ESPN in another American dream job that lets me file my taxes under the description “baseball analyst.”
But I didn’t mention any of this to the officer. I tried to take his question at face value, explaining that the Old Tudor house behind me was my own. The more I talked, the more senseless it seemed that I was even answering the question. But I knew I wouldn’t be smiling anymore that day.
- Excellent, excellent article by retired MLB player Doug Glanville on how he was racially profiled while shoveling snow out of his own driveway in Hartford, Connecticut. Worth the read. (via leeandlow)
‘Here Comes the Night Time’ by Arcade Fire
I’m going to see the Arcade Fire in Denver a week from today. I haven’t been this excited to see a concert since I saw Roger Waters doing Dark Side of the Moon at the Hollywood Bowl. The Arcade Fire’s been stellar since they put out the EP with “Headlights Look Like Diamonds”, but this album is exceptional. As evidence I submit the song “Here Comes the Night Time”. This video actually has three songs on it and appearances by a bunch of famous people, but the first song is “Here Comes the Night Time”. Basically, this is the direction I hoped the band would go in ever since hearing “Haiti” on Funeral, and they did it even better than I imagined they could. If you get a chance to see this band live now, take it, because now is the time—like Radiohead in 2000 or Nirvana in 1993 or Led Zeppelin in 1975. It’s a good time for music.
So can we talk about the absolutely stunning duplicity going on here?
this is the most aggressively misleading graph i have ever seen and i have seen some really fucking sneaky graphs
what the actual fuck
i was really confused for a minute this is amazing
That y-axis, though…