19 November 2012

Epilogue to the Hunt for Red October

The end is more bitter than sweet, but I was relieved to see the worst case scenario (a Cardinals-Yankees World Series) averted.  While hardly anybody could deny that the Reds should have been in the picture longer – at least ousting the Giants in the NLDS to reach the NLCS, if not eventually playing the Tigers for the World Championship – I guess I’m marginally comforted by the fact that the Giants won the whole thing.  More comforting yet was the fact that they came back on the Cardinals, too.

Maybe next year will be better…

As I’ve alluded, there were promising developments this past season: the emergence of Todd Frazier, the hints that Homer Bailey is finally nearing his potential, the ability of the team to not just weather (but excel despite) Joey Votto’s injury.

MY PREDICTIONS (Put Abruptly to Rest):

World Series:  Rangers 4, Reds 2

 Totally off. But at least I picked playoff teams, right?

MVPs: Curtis Granderson and Andrew McCutchen

Taking half-credit for the McCutchen pick because of the third place finish in NL MVP voting and the fact that he was the apparent MVP for a good part of the year.


Cy Youngs: Justin Verlander and Tim Lincecum

Obviously full credit where it's due with the safe pick of Verlander, make that 1.5 for the Philomath.

Wait, what?  David Price?  Oh, right.  Justin Verlander finished a close second.  Rather, make that a clean 1-for-6 after I grant myself half-credit on Verlander too.  Official scorer doesn't rule in my favor, though, so make it 1-for-6 in my head and 0-for-6 for those scoring by the rules of the game at home.

Betting anyone I match or best that line next season.


16 November 2012

Processing the Fear of Violence

I'm writing off-the-cuff a bit tonight because I can't sleep.  Regardless of whatever time this post will claim to publish we just cleared 5am in Indianapolis.  I should be asleep, or at the very least working to prepare lectures and grade for my classes.

But tonight, Indianapolis had its 99th murder* of calendar year 2012.  My heart isn't beating the same, my lungs are respiring shallow rations of air, and my imagination is kicking around like a ping-pong ball between dichotomous thoughts: peace and violence, peace and violence.

Recently, I've grown extra aware of homicides in the local news.  I don't think that the rate is up, necessarily, and maybe it's the change of season that has my mind latching on to the depressing aspects of life.  It's overly simple to blame cooler weather, lack of greenery, and shorter days for our problems, but these factors are very real contributors to a dreary disposition like the one I have.

Even so, the first 98 murders did a lot less to keep me up at night.  Tonight, though, the crime was reported at a store I've patronized.  It was committed even closer to home, along a major street I use and/or cross almost daily.  The nearness of the shooting has opened my eyes and my imagination, after they were cracked by an armed robbery (thankfully no shooting) in the same area about a week ago.  When I say the same area, though, I don't really mean just any old area.  I mean my area.  My wife's area, and therefore my family's area.  We make our home - our first - in this area.  When I clicked on the Google map showing the immediate neighborhood around the crime scene, I found us.  And it's not like we were on the edge of the map.

I'm not allowing myself to be afraid to admit that I'm afraid. 

I'm afraid of guns.  I don't know what they can do, or how they really even work, but I know they can kill me or anyone else.  Over 3/4 of the victims on the 2012 homicide list* died by firearm.

I'm afraid of the dark.  But I'm so afraid of the light and the attention that it may draw that I sit in the dark while I type.

I'm afraid to talk about it.  Yet I'm afraid to sit quietly and pretend nothing is wrong.

I'm afraid of misunderstandings.  I'm usually quiet to avoid misunderstandings, even though silence can be as confusing as poorly-chosen words.  The following isn't as carefully deliberated as you might expect from me, but this is already a rare post in that it isn't driven by cerebral or witty notions:

I don't expect a potential murderer to read a blog that nobody else reads, but these sentiments are meant for everyone or no one, as it may be.  They're even for me a little bit, to remind myself of how humbled and mortal I feel tonight.

Speaking from the side of fear, intimidation is an effective tool.  It's one I feel we should leave in the shed, though, and guns and murder are tools that shouldn't even be at our disposal.  Why are people content to be the next cycle in history, the next wave of violence, and the next statistic in the crime blotter?  Bigger and better movements, interactions, and headlines are so clearly in reach with the right mix of common sense and common decency.  People are flawed, but I think it's pathetic to accept such dearths of security, kindness, compassion, and peace as human nature.  We are so much more alike than we are different.

We are all virtual clones of one another, yet we play up differences which are dictated by a fraction of a percent of our genome.  Beyond nature, even our environments are not without key similarities.  With few exceptions, we are all struggling in numerous ways.  Not least of all financially.  Yet some very knowingly add to myriad suffering when they respond to their stressors with violence.  The person perpetrating whatever wrongs they endure is suffering too.  Is there no way to see this, appreciate common bonds and shared experiences, and have a meaningful dialogue?  How can it be that the answer to the problems is digging ourselves, each other, and our communities further into the pit of despair and disorder?

As I write this and seek catharsis which may not be attainable in such haste, I'm not sure what/where to conclude my plea.  I'm left with so many more questions than answers, and I hate to think of how I would take the news if such a crime hit this close to home in any sense other than the geographical.  The truth is I'm very lucky but others around me are not, and luck can run out on anybody at anytime even though we live in a world in which we shouldn't need so much luck anymore.

We are the human species, and if we are the top of the top like we think we are we should be able to change our environment to promote security and common goals.  We have to stop using the fact that we're "human" as an excuse for doing all the stupid and hurtful things we feel inclined to do, and start using the fact that we're "human" as a standard for responsibility, ingenuity, and compassion that too few of us demonstrate.  We are all capable of these qualities and of peace, we should strive to attain them, and honestly we really must in order to pass a life worth living in this country and this world onto the next generation after enjoying it for ourselves.

The fear brings me to a few conclusive thoughts for the night:

I am at times gripped with a fear that becomes increasingly rational, validated, and intense.  My life (and its quality) is one among all in this world that depends upon the good sense, kindness, and simple control of violent impulses from everyone around me.  I'm grateful, despite many struggles, to have an objectively good life.  Despite frequently lacking the ability or initiative to do more and do good with my life, I'm thankful to those who allow me and help me to live it at the standard it meets.  I ask all the powers that be - including those around me - for continued patience and opportunity as I seek to better reach my potential to do good for myself and for those around me.  I ask for the same patience and opportunity for everyone.  Please begin or continue to set aside aggression, greed, hate, ignorance, envy, pride, and all the other counterproductive distractions to human decency so that we can all set aside at least some of our heartache and fear.

*My source appears to be politically biased, but it has a great deal of key data in a simple presentation.

05 November 2012

It's Not a Race! Or Is It?

I recently gave a biology exam to twelve students, and I was alarmed at the pace they set in completing it.  Actually, my students surprised me in multiple ways, and here I’ll share the experience and a vague recap of the results to show you what I mean.

This was the second exam of the semester, and a few students who were particularly fast on the first exam again finished the earliest.  In fact, by simple observation of the extreme cases the relative speed at which students worked was fairly similar.  The fastest workers were the same, the slowest workers were the same in either case.

On the other hand, the absolute speed at which students worked was startling.  Based on the extremes again, the fastest students were done in just 10 minutes while the last student still finished in under 40 minutes.  I had students working for up to 80 minutes on the first exam, so the pace of the class overall was startling.  Though my observations are driven by the extreme cases for clarity, the students in-between submitted their exams at a relatively steady pace (fairly balanced, overall).

I was curious to know if I had written an anomalously easy exam, and I even asked a student who finished surprisingly early, “Too easy?”  The response seemed to suggest that the exam had been just that.  This was early on (less than 20 minutes), and I kept the exams sorted in order of completion to see if there would be any difference between those who spent less than a minute with each question and those who took more time to think.

To my increasing surprise, though, exam after exam was submitted in fairly rapid succession.  There was a detectably confident air in the room as folks packed up to leave.  And none of my students spent more than a minute per question, on average (there were 50 questions total). Thus, Figure 1 includes the averages for 12 students who virtually all worked at a noticeably quicker pace than they had previously.  Recall that the first few students finished in about 10 minutes, the last few students finished in about 40 minutes. 


My initial instinct to separate the earliest from the latest finishers changed with added perspective.  Instead, as I look at Figure 1 I am more tempted to compare these results to those from the first exam.  The main thing I notice is that the average was actually lower on the second exam (66.5) than on the first exam (70).  This comes despite the speed and seeming confidence with which students approached the second exam.

Of course, how do you really interpret such a result?  Perhaps the additional 3.5 points on average would not be worth the same as the time saved for an average student.  In a case like this, it may be that speed doesn’t kill.  Instead, speed is just speed.

I know the dynamics of my surprise – first at the speed, then at the confidence, then at the results – which are so-called because I can’t discern any real correlation.  In fact, Figure 1 depicts scores on exams submitted within a half-hour window and shows no clear relationship between exam score and order (time, by proxy) of completion. What I would have expected, going in, would be an upside-down bell curve spanning a larger window of time (at least an hour between first and last submissions).  My prediction at 20 minutes into the exam would have been much the same, only with a narrowed range between the high and low scores (the confidence was not exclusive to star students).

I’m not left with much to conclude, though my main goal was less to diagnose anything and more to share my striking observations.  There may be some classroom psychology phenomenon at work - I'd be interested to know if that's the case.  All I really know is that it was an interesting and quick day in class, and a lot of things (obviously) grabbed my attention.  My guess is that any or all of the following factors were at play, in no particular order of importance:

                - Confidence as test-takers
                                - Especially among those who have already performed at a high level
                                - Cushion from previous performances allows for a few small mistakes
                - Overconfidence as test-takers
                                - Especially among those who have less experience/success in the sciences
                                - Recognizing/choosing related but incorrect answers without careful reading
                - Freedom to go home after the exam and impatience at doing so
                                - Consideration of weather, which was inclement and worsening
                                - Weariness at this later stage in the semester
                                - Less incentive to hurry on first exam, as a lecture was scheduled to follow
                - Perceived pressure to rush at seeing others complete the exam so quickly
                                - Perceived correlation between exam success and speed of completion
                - My wording/selection of questions
                                - Subjects more numerous/difficult than first exam
                                - Questions themselves perhaps less specific/difficult than first exam

                               

26 October 2012

Here to Save the Day... of THE DEAD

The Day of the Dead - more authentically known as Dia de los Muertos - is only a week away and I realized how little time I have to prepare between now and November 2!  Worse yet, stores like Halloween City have popped up in our neighborhood but there are no offerings specific to Dia de los Muertos.

In an effort to strike a compromise - as I'm sure Halloween lovers have already torn the tags off their Jason masks and sultry nurse outfits - I encourage those without costumes (or with a face open) to don a skeletal mask.

But not just any skeletal mask!  In an effort to help extend the reach of Dia de los Muertos to celebriphilic Americans (like myself), I realized that one approach might be to make the skeletal decor of the day more recognizable.  A huge chunk of the Halloween costume market depends upon pop culture references and celebrities.  Thus, I have started a line of celebrity-inspired Dia de los Muertos skull masks, starting with three of the most familiar (well, familiar to me) faces from Mexico:










Fernandomania continues into the afterlife!  That is, hypothetically will continue, since Fernando Valenzuela is thankfully still very much alive.  Be sure to hold a baseball and glove high above your head so the poor guy has something to look at.  Don't put those eyes to waste! 


























I was looking through a gallery of some of Frida Kahlo's artwork the other night.  This rendition incorporates details from a few of the more striking pieces (though they are all rather striking).  In homage to one in particular, Diego and I (1949), the skull of Diego Rivera makes a cameo appearance here.




Finally, here's a mask that can serve at least triple-duty over the next few weeks.  You've got Halloween.  TV news is abuzz with Mitt Romney's poor performance in the race against President Obama to sell Halloween masks.  But the Romney masks are missing two important features: 1) the "Little Face" Mitt, of Tumblr fame and 2) the skull angle!  I know, it's probably so obvious to you now.  You get one day to rest, then it's on to the Dia de los Muertos parties in your LFM mask.  You may or may not know that Romney's dad was born in Chihuahua, Mexico, making him a suitable likeness on a technicality (while also benefiting from Fernando's being-alive technicality).  You almost certainly know Governor Romney as the GOP nominee for US President, though, and therein lies your third opportunity.  Wear a miniature expression of his confidence and enthusiasm across your much larger face when you go to vote.  Note: This mask is perhaps best worn ironically.


If I saved your Halloween/Dia de los Muertos/Election season like I think I did, you're mighty welcome.  You're a good person if you've come to my humble blog (I have filters for that sort of thing), and you deserve the best! 





16 October 2012

The Hunt for Red October: A Tragedy

I don't want to say a lot, but I thought maybe there'd be some catharsis in processing a little of what happened in the NLDS last week.  My fellow Reds fans and I are picking up the pieces, and since I made the mistake of really believing in their chances (especially after bringing a 2-0 lead back from San Francisco) it's a pretty sour taste in my mouth.  Anyway, as you'll see, I have at least one more horse in the race.  Maybe I'll follow up on that later and see how I end up, but just a snapshot of my predictions so far show me why I never put money on anything.

MY PREDICTIONS (Revisited):

World Series:  Rangers 4, Reds 2

So my World Series prediction was... wrong.  I did at least pick playoff teams, and even going into Game 5 of the NLDS I made myself believe in the Reds.  Guess I learned my lesson.  Back to negativity, and anything good that ever happens to the Reds in my lifetime will just be a pleasant surprise.  The Rangers finished their collapse a week earlier, and their uncertainty with free-agent Josh Hamilton suggests their door is less open than Cincinnati's.  Maybe I'll have better guesses next year, and maybe I'll even pick the Reds again once my disappointment subsides.  Todd Frazier emerged as Scott Rolen's heir-apparent at third base, sadly emphasizing Rolen's underachievements in the playoffs.  Frazier filled in at first during Votto's injury, though, and the team managed to look good without their star.  He was also responsible for my best memory at GABP this season: with the Reds hosting the Braves in Chipper Jones' last series in Cincinnati, Frazier walked up to the plate to a Sinatra tune and lined a walk-off homer.  The place was electric.

MVPs: Curtis Granderson and Andrew McCutchen

I'm not going to fact-check myself, but I don't think there are any MVPs with averages as low as .232, which was Granderson's line this year.  In the MVP discussion last year, he added 3 more homers (43 vs. 40) at the expense of 30 points off his average (.262 last year).  Not a great bargain.  McCutcheon was actually in the hunt for the batting title and led the NL in hits.  I felt pretty good about this guess but it looks like McCutchen and Posey were trending in opposite directions at season's end.


Cy Youngs: Justin Verlander and Tim Lincecum

With Lincecum pitching out of the bullpen against my Reds and coming of a season leading the NL in losses and runs allowed, I didn't make the safe prediction I thought I did.  Verlander, though, may redeem me.  He looks virtually unhittable in the playoffs, and he's riding momentum that started in the final weeks of the season.   



01 September 2012

Review By Haiku: Philomath Culture Edition May/June/July/August 2012

Just a couple mugs after they offed a postal detective (Appointment With Danger, 1951).  Years later, they'd be rehabilitated and serve as poster boys for LAPD's brand of law and order (Dragnet, 1967).

Disclaimer

Writing a thesis
leaves little time, energy
to accrue culture.

Television

Battlestar Galactica
I'm not exactly
flying through, may as well be
a radio show.

Mad Men
Crazy fifth season.
A lot of change but Glen is
still giving rape vibes.

Girls
Even though I find
Lena Dunham's characters
appalling, I watch...

Community
I like this show but
c'mon! Jack Black mixed in with
allusions to M*A*S*H?

Happy Endings
Holy crap this show
cloned me and all my friends. If
I were a Wayans.

Workaholics
They got sex and drugs
minus sex plus sweet bear coats.
Cath'rine Zeta-Jones.

Movies

The Dark Knight Rises
This movie gives three-
hour thrillride and three-day bout
with Bane voice fever.

Captain America
I'd be paranoid
and blubbery, one Super
Soldier Serum hit.

Black Legion
Here you've a film where
Bogart should have made his name
but he didn't... yet.

 Appointment With Danger
Wait, did I just see
Friday and Gannon on the
wrong side of the law?

No Man of Her Own
"Real" Patrice Harkniss
by actress Phyllis Thaxter:
ladies, rest in peace.

The Devil Inside
OK with "horror
documentary" gag then
remembered Blair Witch...

The Whales of August
Crabby old Bette
with sweet old Vincent and old
Lil, cuter than hell.

Tiny Furniture
See the description
of Girls above because, yes,
it applies here too.

Piranha 3D
Chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp,
toothy fish rip spring breakers
limb from limb. Deserved.

Battle Royale
With one million ways
to die, time allowed for like
forty bloody ways.

Reservoir Dogs 
Sometimes less is more
and, again, saw how much can
come of so little. 

Books

The Plague
 Camus was so cool
that, translated, still has great
vocabulary.

The Lady in the Lake
Typical Chander,
one part substance, two parts style,
twist, turn, twist, turn, solved.

Batman: Year One
What ever happened
to Sarah Essen? Never
made movies I've seen.

Sports

Reds pulling away,
Votto or not, hope Pirates
reach October too.

B-ball fan, you have
no cable? Check Olympic
synch swimming. Same diff.
  


07 August 2012

Grandpa



Thank you
                For my mother
                For your service
                For your hard work
                For being there
                For being fair
                For being the keystone and patriarch of our family
                For your generosity
                For sharing your experience, work, resources and time
                For being so responsible and holding us responsible
                For being forgiving, positive, and supportive
                For bringing me to interesting places
                For your personality – including all the characteristics and habits that I’ll always 
                        recognize as uniquely yours
                For showing your support for me – in baseball, in school, at my wedding
                For being such a sweet man, even after so much of your strength had been reduced
                For everything

You have been one of the most positive influences I ever hope to have in life.  Your creativity, hard work, loyalty, guidance, and caring will be my example for as long as I live.  I hope my life will be as long and meaningful as yours was, and that I learn to live it with as much passion and positive impact on others as you had.  And I know you wish that for me and for all of the family that remains and is to come.  You are my hero and, I expect, the greatest man I’ll ever know.



Thank you and I love you.




25 July 2012

Time Travel Baseball - Part 4

Line-up: I finally found the Donovans' intended batting order.  It's no Murderer's Row, but they seem to have planned the best they could with what they have.  Unfortunately, what they have is a bunch of Donovans.




No sign of them actually playing any games, however.  It appears the Donovans scheduled games with some of the all-time worst teams in Major League history.  They seem to insist on having a fighting chance since they were/are to such trouble and expense to revive and time-transport a team boasting just a .221 batting average as a group.  I don't know the ins and outs of time travel, so it's anyone's guess why there are no results.  Maybe they are forthcoming.  If they ever show, I'll pass them on. What a shame if they come so close but never play.  For now though, I'll leave you their schedule to look over.  Might get an idea of what bets you want to place, just in case.

Schedule: All series are scheduled for the second weekend of October in the years indicated, three or four games each over Friday, Saturday (occasional double-headers), and Sunday.  None of these are playoff teams, so their seasons will be/were finished by mid-October.
  • 2003 Detroit Tigers
  • 1962 New York Mets
  • 1935 Boston Braves
  • 1899 Cleveland Spiders
  • 1890 Pittsburgh Pirates
  • 1916 Philadelphia Athletics
  • 1904 Washington Senators
  • 1898 St. Louis Browns
  • 1942 Philadelphia Phillies
  • 1932 Boston Red Sox
  • 1911 Boston Rustlers
  • 1909 Boston Doves
  • 2010 Seattle Mariners
  • 1965 New York Mets
  • 1979 Oakland Athletics
  • 1969 San Diego Padres
  • 1981 Toronto Blue Jays
  • 2004 Arizona Diamondbacks
  • 1955 Baltimore Orioles

Player-Manager "Wild Bill" Donovan sports the team's alternate away uniform.
Hopefully the team did/will get the chance to wear this get-up in action.


22 July 2012

Time Travel Baseball - Part 3

So for nearly two months I've searched and searched with limited success. The newspapers went mute on the subject of the time-traveling Donovans, but in recent days I did manage a few breakthroughs.

No word on how they came to complete the roster, but I did find the rest of the position players and pitching staff in an update to the team website.  First, though, I'd like to share the craziest discovery of all: a file photo (below) which looks like it belongs with a yet-unfound news article.  I'd argue this is a greater find, though, as the picture and its caption unveil a lot.  We get a glimpse at the team uniforms and some indication that the genes carrying my likeness will be well-preserved in the coming generations...


AP PHOTO - Members of the Time-Traveling Donovans baseball team (L to R): player-manager "Wild Bill" Donovan, owner Donovan Moxley VI, and major free-agent addition Patsy Donovan.  The Donovans unveiled their home and road uniforms, while a scruffy "Wild Bill" suggested his new beard would set a "team standard" and he would be a featured player for the team in addition to his managerial role.

From Official Website of the All-Time All-Donovans (www5.donovans.com):


LF: Rich Donovan Berry
Scouting: .188/.316/.219 in the Major Leagues.  Berry was a sparingly-used member of the 1969 Philadelphia Phillies.  His inconsistency at the plate - extremely patient one inning and swinging wildly later in the game - prevented his becoming established.  There was just barely enough Donovan in his name to allow for this opportunity at redemption in time-travel baseball.  


CF (Platoon): "Wild Bill" Donovan, Tom Donovan
Scouting:  Despite only playing 37 career games in the outfield and fumbling one fielding attempt in every ten, "Wild Bill" Donovan will roam center most days for the Donovans.  When "Wild Bill" gives himself the nod on the mound, he will be replaced by the yet less experienced, yet less dependable glove of Tom Donovan.  Tom's 18-game career with the 1901 Cleveland Blues resulted in a .254 average, making him a viable DH candidate or good-hitting pitcher (yes, he'll pitch too) as the situations arise.


RF: Patsy Donovan
Scouting: .301/.348/.355 in the Major Leagues.  Easily the Donos' star player, Irishman Patsy Donovan batted .301 over a 17-year career.  Averaging less than a homer a year, he will likely hit for average and be a base-stealing threat at the top of the lineup.


Pitching Staff: "Wild Bill" Donovan, Dick Donovan, Tom Donovan, Donovan Osborne, "Tame Bill" Donovan
Scouting: "Wild Bill" - otherwise known as team manager and part-time center fielder for the Donovans, makes himself the team's first option on the mound.  Next in line, and arguably more reliable, will be 3-time journeyman All-Star Dick Donovan.  Tom Donovan, Donovan Osborne, and Bill Donovan will round out the rotation.  In order to distinguish himself from his namesake, Bill initialed a nickname clause in his contract agreeing to go exclusively by "Tame Bill" for as long as he should don the gray, blue, and beard.


The Donos' most recent additions - outfield and pitchers - appear in red.

...Stay tuned for the finale, where I share the details of the All-Time Donovans line-up and their team schedule with probable starters.

Factual/statistical information and photographs provided by baseball-reference.com

29 May 2012

Time Travel Baseball - Part 2

Finally, I've had a chance to dig a little further into the future of baseball.  I'm referring, more specifically, to the time-traveling baseball team that my descendant is going to found in the 22nd century.  It does a great-great-great grandpa proud...



From Official Website of the All-Time All-Donovans (www5.donovans.com):

C: Jerry Donovan
Scouting: .199/.236/.223 in the Major Leagues.  Jerry Donovan only managed to scrape together 33 hits in his brief 61 game career for the 1906 Phillies, and was therefore no longer among the Major League ranks in 1907 and beyond.  In signing with the All-Time Donovans, Jerry has finally scraped together his second chance after more than a quarter-millennium of inaction.


1B: Fred Donovan
Scouting:  .083/.154/.083 in the Major Leagues.  Though originally a catcher, Fred Donovan is older than Jerry Donovan anyway you slice it (i.e. by date of birth, playing age, condition upon reanimation).  As a result, Fred will be asked to make the transition to first base, both deferring to the younger knees of Jerry and filling a defensive need for the team.  Perhaps it's for the best, as he's likely to take comfort in the fact that his arm should not be a liability.  Fred allowed 5 stolen bases in 7 attempts over his three-game tenure as catcher for the 1895 Cleveland Spiders.  He'll look to get off to a hot start, hoping to break out of his 1-for-13 career slump at the plate.


2B: Donovan Solano
Scouting:  No Major League Experience.  Solano will be facing Major League pitching for the first time, but he carried a  .274/.319/.352 line over his first 4 seasons at Triple-A.  As his slugging percentage indicates, he's unlikely to hit for power (5 HR in 860 AB) unless the Donovans bring along steroid technologies from today back to the 20th century (when testing was far behind our modern HGH concoctions).  Though he spent more time at shortstop, he manned the second base position with a higher fielding percentage in the minor leagues and will therefore be on the right side of the Donovans infield.


3B: Mike Donovan
Scouting: .238/.238/.286 in the Major Leagues.  This will be the third call-up to the Major League level for Mike Donovan, who previously had short stints with the 1904 Cleveland Naps and 1908 New York Highlanders.  Though still unproven, Mike figures to be the All-Time Donovans' best hope for a Gold Glove award, as he never committed an error in his brief career at the hot corner.


SS: Donovan Mitchell
Scouting: No Major League Experience.  Mitchell will fill out the all-rookie middle infield for the Donovans, having been a lifer in the Houston Astros farm system back in the 1990s.  He hung up the cleats after just his first half season at Triple-A, where he batted .282/.342/.437 from the left side of the plate in the Pacific Coast League.  Shortstop was perhaps not Mitchell's best position, but his history as a utility player means he should be ready for the challenge.

The Donovans focused on the front line of defense, building an infield with their first personnel moves.
...For next time, I'll keep my eyes open for any updates on the rest of the roster as it will be built.  Maybe there will be some mention of the press conference foreshadowed at the end of the newspaper article.  I hope they will be able to put this all together, it's far more ambitious than any project I'd try to coordinate.

Factual/statistical information provided by baseball-reference.com





06 May 2012

Time Travel Baseball - Part 1

Wow, where do I begin?  You're all going to call me crazy, but I just dug up a great news article from the future that I had to share.  Yes, that future, the one which (to our knowledge) has yet to happen has searchable archival newspaper clippings.  Nothing of great consequence - no war coverage or sports results that would be of economic value, so don't ask - but I found a cool article that essentially proves my great-great-great grandson was (will be?) a big baseball fan just like me.

Have a look at the article:



I KNOW!  I'm going to keep digging, see if I can find out more about how things play out for the Donovans.  My successes are few and far between so far - sometimes searching the right keywords in the right databases is more of an art than a science - but here's another treat to hold you over until I have another big break.

The Donovans logo:



The face on that baseball remind you of anyone?  I must have some scruffy genes to pass on to the coming generations.

30 April 2012

Review by Haiku: Philomath Culture Edition for March/April 2012

Television

Mad Men
Zou bisou bisou.
I see they brought creepy back.
By that I mean Glen.

Game of Thrones
I grade papers through
this show each week but I've seen
many strange bosoms.

Dragnet 1967
Jack Webb was the man,
Los Angeles - the city.
That's where he came in.

Movies

The Men
Speaking of Jack Webb,
he was wheelchair bound and young
in Brando's first flick.

Whisper of the Heart
Whoa, slow your rolls kids,
got a bit ahead of things.
You're in middle school.

Columbo
Oh, just one more thing:
Even young Peter Falk looks
like old Peter Falk.

Tower Heist
Alan Alda as
a jerky rich criminal.
Like I believe that...

Death Race 2000
I don't understand
the cult appeal and yet I
totally get it.

Hoop Dreams
Don't make the mistake
of looking up how things went
after, like I did.

Transylvania 6-5000 
I love Ed Begley
Jr. but this movie is
really quite lousy.

Baseball

Reds climbing back up
standings but Ticketmaster
won't let me go watch.

12 April 2012

Hating on Suburban Apartment "Life"

This is where I'd like to live...


Right up there...  And let me tell you why, in the uncharacteristically (and unnecessarily?) strong language of loathing - hate* speech:

I hate* commute-style driving...

...same thing, every day.  Same roads.  Waiting at the same off-sync traffic lights.  Sharing the road with the same reckless jerks.  Squeezing into the same lousy parking lots and garages.  A depressing process on repeat.  I've tried to make the best of having to commute by driving (and especially parking) during campus down times and taking alternate routes.  But now I've run out of intriguing angles from which to take cell phone pictures at red lights...

...so I'm ready walk or take the bike.  I'm landlocked between two big highways and just out of reach in my current locale, but with any luck I'll find a new place with access to downtown.  At the very least, it'd be nice to have bike lanes and sidewalks as givens.  Right now, none of the following are within reasonable/safe walking distance: groceries, post office, library, parks, retail anything.  Give me just a few of these options (major bonus points if I can work and live in the same area) and I'll be thrilled.  If I could do walking errands just once or twice a week my exercise, fresh air, stress-relief, and vitamin D stats would be way up from their present levels.

I hate* urban sprawl...

...and generic suburbia.  I've become stuck in the inefficient mid-range between my two visions of ideal (and, arguably, green in their own senses) living space...
  • The wilderness - no neighbors for miles, living off the land.
  • The urban jungle - could be greener, but high population density can be unwittingly eco-friendly.
...so from here I'd gladly gravitate inward toward true city life.  Even if you pack in people to every side, and stack them above and below, I'll waive my misanthropy clause for the sake of convenience.  For my complex, I have a pretty nice spot (hand-picked) with a honey locust tree near my south-facing (see: natural light) porch.  But set me above a business where I can people-watch in a historic neighborhood, or put me a few floors up in Indianapolis' downtown proper and there could be quite a lot to observe.

I hate* cookie-cutter apartments...

...with paper-thin walls.  I can endure older appliances (it's not like the "modern" machines in typical apartments are all Energy Star), because there's at least an excuse for their inefficiency.  Where a nice retrofit has been done in an old building, I'd be glad to lend rent money in support of the efforts.  A solidly-built, well-insulated space could decrease the heating bills and neighbor noise, and an older building with some character would be a fun place to host, show off, and occupy day-to-day.  Throw in a cool view from the window and a multi-purpose use of space (e.g. placement above a restaurant, shop, or office) and I'd be a happy camper.

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*  Hate is a strong word, I know that.  I was going to qualify and soften my word choice in this footnote, but then I realized that it's reasonably accurate and more interesting to read this way.

09 April 2012

Strong Spring Showing

I did manage to slap together a few autograph requests for Spring Training this year. They all went out in February and some have made it back to Indiana.  I was going to build a scorecard of my attempts, but since they're mostly pitchers that wouldn't translate. How about alphabetical order? Here's the haul so far:

Auto Attempts (10 letters+cards+return envelopes):

  • Bill Bray
    • Signed 1/1.
  • Jair Jurrjens
  • Clayton Kershaw
  • Mike Leake 
    • Signed 1/1, personalized it to me.
  • Sam LeCure
  • Nyjer Morgan
    • Signed 2/2, including a first for my collection (see below).
  • Logan Ondrusek 
    • Signed 1/1, strangely postmarked from Indianapolis.
  • Mariano Rivera
  • Buck Showalter 
    • Signed 1/1.
  • Rafael Soriano
    • Signed 1/1.

All new guys for my collection.  Only had Mike Leake previously, but never on a card before.
Let's take a closer look at that return from Nyjer Morgan...

Like Showalter in the first pic, sometimes guys have to sign over their faces just to make their autographs fit the card.  Never have I seen anyone go so clearly out of his way to sign over his face and only his face (above right).  T Plush has a sense of humor!  

05 April 2012

Prologue to The Hunt for Red October?

It's with a sigh of relief that I confirm that baseball season is, indeed, here again.  I'm in the lab working, which means I have to watch for the numbers to change in the box scores online rather than watch the Reds shut down the Marlins in person or on tv/radio.  Even though I'm working, Opening Day is still a holiday on my calendar.  So I'll use 15 minutes to look ahead at the 2012 season.  It should be pretty entertaining in 6 months to see how wildly inaccurate my predictions are.  Sean Marshall just closed out the 9th in 11 pitches, getting the season off on a winning foot.  Even though the hype about the Reds in the NL Central seemed to temper by the end of Spring Training, the additions of guys like Marshall, Mat Latos, and Ryan Ludwick have me feeling optimistic.  I'll feel all the better if Scott Rolen plays even 2/3 of the season.  And, at any rate, I'm hoping to match or exceed last year's (5) number of visits to Great American Ball Park.


MY PREDICTIONS

World Series:  Rangers 4, Reds 2

The Rangers lost CJ Wilson, but he was hardly the sole reason they're the 2x-reigning AL Champs.  If it's not Texas I image it will be Detroit over the... what?!?... Cincinnati Reds in the World Series?!?  Yeah, I don't know.  I feel like believing this year.  I saw an SI prediction last winter that actually justified predicting the Reds as WS Champions because they could follow the sneaky formula that St. Louis used to become surprise winners last year.  I'll echo that logic, I guess, for lack of motivation in generating my own.  If I don't have a little confidence this year, I may never get the chance.  In 2013 Rolen will be a year older and Brandon Phillips may have moved on.

MVPs: Curtis Granderson and Andrew McCutchen

Granderson was in the conversation for AL MVP last year, and deservedly so.  Yet I guess these picks have more of a wish list feel than any true educated guesses, because I value the guy's brains (really, what proportion of major leaguers have finished college and been any good?) and he's easily my favorite player on the perennial-winning Yankees (though that particular point doesn't say very much).  As for McCutchen, there's a long shot.  He's an All-Star outfielder on a team that will probably keep improving (even without AJ Burnett for awhile, if he was really going to make a huge difference anyway).  He seems like a professional to me, he's super talented, and I'd mostly like to say I saw an MVP play here in Indianapolis (he was with the Triple-A Indians before being called up).

Cy Youngs: Justin Verlander and Tim Lincecum
Going with the safe picks for the CY Awards.  Both have won before, and both are awesome.  Made that easy.

Guess we'll see how everything goes...

14 March 2012

What Should L.A. Noire 2 Look Like?

I'm still playing L.A. Noire sporadically.  There are a few trophies left to get on my PS3 and then I'll be entirely ready for L.A. Noire 2.  Entirely ready, but I can't imagine what (if any) stage of development it will have reached by then.  While I'm still working to clear up these final achievements (including finding two rare vehicle models in all of 1947 Los Angeles), I have a few thoughts on what I might like to see this next go around.  I've seen sites and forums where others' ideas have bounced around, and rather than echo those more technical details I'm putting some broader and less practical ideas (#2 through #5, at least) out there.  I'm sure Rockstar trolls through the aforementioned forums and obscure blogs like mine, so I feel like I'm doing a lot of good here...  You can't see the eyeroll...  But let's go!

#1 Keep the Car Names

So my first request is kind of pithy, but it's also a super easy fix.  LA Noire brought both classic and unique car makes and models back to life, and I really like the idea of setting a trophy that rewards you for driving all of them.  The problem I had, though, was that the name of the car shows up only the first time you get into it (i.e. when you add one more car to your trophy list).  With something like 95 different cars to drive, I spent a lot of time climbing Cole Phelps into repeats once I got down to 15 or 20 undriven models.  The time it takes to methodically chase down and commandeer every remotely unfamiliar car might pass with less aggravation if I could at least be learning something.  It's so cool to have real car models in the game, and since I eat up the culture from that era I'd like to come out of the game with the ability to recognize a few classics.  Unfortunately, I can barely name any of them - even the most common ones - because their names haven't appeared in the gameplay since the first or second night I had the game.  You can see them in the showroom, but I go there only sparingly because their animation for toggling through the cars makes me cross-eyed. 

Solution: Let me see the names of the cars!  Every time!  Have a special icon/sound effect that is triggered everytime you unlock a car and keep the tally going (i.e. Car number X/95) and the effect of working toward the car trophy won't be lost.

#2 Playable Side Stories

I've seen elsewhere that some folks understandably lost a little interest because of the lack of consequences for a poor performance on a case.  You get chewed out, maybe it's hinted that you've been demoted but for all intents and purposes you just keep moving forward.  A one-star showing at the end of the case and you still move on the next case, the next desk. 

Solution A: If the developers of LAN2 wanted to make it a little more interesting, they could at least build in a few "punishment/demotion" cases or scenarios where you have to play to win back your previos standing.  Essentially, you add one or two side missions to each desk as opportunities for redemption, and then you loop back right onto the professional ladder.

Solution B: If the same developers wanted to make it a lot more interesting, there are all sorts of unformed ideas in my head.  Either a built-in round of private investigations (off the record, not sanctioned by LAPD) or the option to moonlight as a PI might be cool.  There are cooky scenarios and less stringent rules/protocol which would allow for an interesting play on the Sam Spade/Philip Marlowe ilk.  The motivations could turn might selfish, too, as police officers have a bevvy of opportunities to turn rogue, doing the bidding of shady characters like Mickey C. for some supplementary income (especially if money does become an object in LAN2).

With alternate good cop/bad cop routes through the game, the replay value of the game would surely go up.  You can't truly be a choir boy (just look like one) while you're pushing heroin and protecting kingpins, but the opportunity to earn trophies based on alternate decisions, scenarios, and endings (which one of my favorites, Heavy Rain, did very well) would motivate many players to explore the full potential of a more free-will-driven game.

#3 Convince James Ellroy to Participate

LAN2 probably (definitely) needs some change of character front and center, and some other general issues will need to be addressed.  Plot.  Antagonist(s).  Supporting characters.  I mean, it's a new game after all.

Solution: Do as much or as little (likely none) as you like with this suggestion, Rockstar.  I mean, take it or leave it.  You're the experts.  But seriously, just revolve everything around James Ellroy and his novels and most of your work is done.

James Ellroy's books are badass.  He has cool characters, plot twists, and plenty of historical events and L.A. lore are tied in.  From his L.A. Quartet alone, you have enough personalities (e.g. Dudley Smith, Ed Exley, Lee Blanchard, Trashcan Jack, Dave Klein, Mickey C., Ellis Loew, just limitless) and to carry you through LAN5.  Rockstar, have your people contact Ellroy's people and set up a meeting.  If you catch him in a good mood, draft a contract with as much participation from him as you can because...

James Ellroy is a badass.  I've alluded to both his writing and his personality in a previous post, and if you've seen the guy make a public appearance you have to agree that he would be an interesting component of a period L.A. crime video game.  Let him narrate.  If he reads lines anything like he reads his own books, the next game would have a weird (if unorthodox) intensity about it.  Or make him a bad guy.  He can easily pull of creepy, shady, antagonistic, vengeful, angry, psychotic, and (most of all) entertaining.

Don't misunderstand me, L.A. Noire was very cool and nicely done.  The same general experience with some minor tweaks and I'm a buyer again.  However, I'd rather not wait 5 years for LAN2.  In many ways, if Ellroy's storytelling could be captured in my fantasy version of LAN2, it would almost certainly match or best the first game.  If it could be done more quickly than that torturous wait for the first installment, all the better.

#4 Recreate Old Celebrities for Cameo Spots

Maybe this is out there. What I noticed (especially on my second playthrough after I had seen all of "Mad Men") was I could recognize a ton of actors in the game.  The graphics and paired with those actors' voice work was really awesomely done, and seeing recognizable faces made the game feel all the more like a movie.  But we're going for some vintage movie style, am I right? 

Solution: Let's get some vintage actors in there - some look-alike sound-alike vintage actors, anyway.  I suppose this requires hiring two actors for one role, assuming that the actress who most looks like Betty Grable doesn't sound like her too.  I think the technology has obviously come a long way, and I don't see why they couldn't just make amendments to hairstyles, etc. and employ a voiceover to create dead ringers for Vincent Price, Humphrey Bogart, or Rita Hayworth.  Never mind even having their names, striving to recreate believable B-movie knockoffs of major stars is still an interesting angle.  Read Ellroy's L.A. Confidential then bring him in, he knew how to build up stories of Hollywood mimicry.

#5 Relocate in Time +/or Space

I'm not sure whether this is the best idea or the worst idea.  The logical next step for the LAN franchise, if they're being totally predictable about it, would be to take one of the previous characters (presumably the Jack Kelso type) and move forward with the next year or two with the LAPD.  Don't get me wrong, that's not necessarily a problem, but a character like Kelso would have to reveal some sort of personal struggle and anti-hero nuances if they want to maintain the noir style and not go forward with a moral superhero (which seems kind of boring for Rockstar, so I'm not worried).

Solution: Anyway, this would be the best opportunity to explore other times and places, after one game is released and before they get into the groove of going with an LAPD chronology.  There's a ton left that could be done in LA, but might it also be interesting to do a contemporary story in Chicago or even nearby San Francisco?  In that scenario, the games become a Noire franchise rather than an LAN franchise.  Even though the former returns to fictionalized NYC, the GTA and Fallout franchises successfully have hopped around the US.  In LAN2 or elsewhere in a new Noire game, the opportunity to break free of the progressive qualities of time seem potentially enticing.  What about the early years of Hollywood, silent films and prohibition.  The latter point welcomes some brand of "Untouchables"-like storylines.  The possibilities are endless.

29 February 2012

Review by Haiku: Philomath Culture Edition for February 2012

I realized I kind of like carelessly writing Haikus, I'm faster at writing those than my traditional rambling blog posts, I like the vagueness of the messages I can convey, and it's the end of February.  What does this mean?  The stars have aligned for my first serial feature: Review by Haiku!  Inspired 1) by laziness and 2) by the Review by Haiku: Religious Theorists blog entry from early January.

Below you'll find 17-syllable highlights of some of the popular culture/sports spectacles I took in over the last month:

Films:

Night Nurse: Barb Stanwyck
cuddling Joan Blondell in skivvs -
needed censoring?!?

Drive on Blu-ray, yay
So he drives getaway, yawn
Z z Z z Z...

Bridesmaids not too bad
Worth dollar-and-a-quarter
space-age Redbox charged!

Oscars (Feb. 26):

What is Hugo and
why'd it win all those Oscars?
Destroyed my ballot!
Television:

Wow, Futurama
is better than I recalled,
no bad episodes?

Downton Abbey's too
British for my taste but then
again I still watch...

Mad Men back in March,
got caught up over winter,
could I steal cable?

Books:

Done, as you may know,
with L.A. Confidential,

NFL - Super Bowl Village:

Giant crowd, giant
letters, LMFAO?
What is it they sing?

NFL - Super Bowl (Feb. 5):

Nevermind the game,
Louie slept at Papa Johns!
Village hangover!

MLB - Spring Training:

Baseball's on its way,
Reds favored in the Central,
they'll underachieve...

NBA - Pacers vs. Jazz (Feb. 7):

Weird Utah jerseys
up in the Fieldhouse: Okur,
Hayward and HARPRING!

NBA - Slam Dunk Contest (Feb. 25):

Paul George got ripped off
despite the Bird sticker fail
Really, we all lost...

21 February 2012

L.A. Confidential and the Personality Behind It

Likely to come up pretty regularly here in the future, I'm sure, are the ways that I think James Ellroy is cool and how I could see aspects of his personality successfully commodified (if the other aspects weren't so anti-modern and anti-popular culture).  Since I started to sporadically read the LA Quartet last summer with The Black Dahlia, I've been gripped by Ellroy's writing style and genre.  At some point while I was reading my favorite so far, The Big Nowhere, I found both transcribed (The Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 201) and video ("James Ellroy's Feast of Death") interviews with this author and became all the more fascinated.

The guy has a totally sad (a murdered mom + womanizing alcoholic father) and creepy (voyeuristic, breaking and entering, etc.) background, and while he might have practically leveled out to the point that he poses no exceptional threat to society he is still one of the more charismatic and crazy (and vulgar) speakers I've heard.  I'm sure that it's by and large a meticulously planned act, but his attitude, stated politics, closed-mindedness toward contemporary writers and popular culture, and shocking/highly quotable statements rival his books in terms of entertainment.  Just the way he reads aloud his own writing is bizarre, intense, and emphasized in a manner that the reading voice in my head can't replicate.

Somewhere I read The Big Nowhere referred to as "sprawling," a description that captures both it and L.A. Confidential.  The (joking?) word on White Jazz is that Ellroy's manuscript was cut to a third of its original length when he went back and excised all the verbs.  I'm sure this is in some frighteningly large part true, as I've heard descriptions of the minimalist, word-economical shifts Ellroy has made over his career and he seems just crazy/gifted enough to systematically hack through his own draft and end up with something that works.  On that point, I've seen White Jazz referred to as one of his masterpieces in addition to The Big Nowhere (incidentally, the two books in the LA Quartet that haven't been rehashed into a major film).  I needn't read anymore to know that The Big Nowhere is a special book, and I'm excited to (slowly and distractedly, I'm afraid) work through White Jazz.

Anyway, after a very long and unintentional foray into the personality that is James Ellroy, let's segue into the short chat about the incarnations of L.A. Confidential that I originally set out to write...

[Above: Here is a rough depiction of the time and place where I go when I'm reading an Ellroy book.  The setting is deceptively simple, go out into the world and the personalities are complicated: twisted, corrupt, violent, and greedy.  At any given time, it's a beautiful, exciting, often chilling and believably well-constructed place.] 

L.A. Confidential versus "L.A. Confidential"

One of the greatest things I've ever heard come out of another human being's mouth is James Ellroy's "final comment" on "L.A. Confidential," the movie.  It's a recount of his discussion with old ladies at a video store, topics ranging from Kevin Spacey's sexuality to the masterful storytelling in the film.  His reaction to finding out the ladies weren't inspired to buy the book after watching the movie was so rude that he almost certainly didn't (but, then again, very possibly did) say it.  But just to have, first, thought to say it, and next, claimed to say it in an interview that introduces him to tons of potentially new readers shows some public image cajones. 

He refers to the movie as a "salutary adaptation" to his "wonderful novel."  [It's worth noting that, while I've seen the interview enough times to probably quote the entirety of his statement, I endorse finding "James Ellroy's Feast of Death" on Netflix Instant or YouTube (1st hit on the search: james ellroy la confidential) and watching it.  The quote is the very beginning of the documentary, which has subsequent ups (more eye-opening quotes) and downs (it deals with his mother's death, which is of course sad, but also Elizabeth Short's murder in a lot more detail than many would find interesting without prior knowledge).]  And in my opinion, the movie really is awesome.  I was inspired to read L.A. Confidential when I watched "L.A. Confidential" for the third or fourth time, but only just now finished the book because I challenged myself to start at the beginning of the Quartet (no regrets).  However, when he calls it an "adaptation" Ellroy must have missed one of his major *emphasis* cues, because the movie was an ADAPTATION in every capital/italic sense of the word.  The names haven't changed, but some big ones just don't carry over.  So many side stories and characters get lost in the movie, not to mention years of chronology.  I tend, like many, to unwittingly view the film story as the "correct" version if I read a book after the fact (and vice-versa, of course), but the differences between the film and book (plus the fact that they're both excellent independently of each other) were substantial enough that I could truly enjoy the separate stories, identities, and moods of each.  Not surprisingly, the movie augmented the more glitzy, simplified, Hollywood aspects of the book, leaving to Ellroy's work much more of the underworld darkness, character development, and subplots that are a tight fit in a 500-page book and simply impossible to capture in a 100-minute movie. 

Bottom line:  The film and book versions of L.A. Confidential are both excellent, I recommend them both in no particular order.  I don't think that it is vital to start from the beginning of the LA Quartet to enjoy this third book, but I think it's worth it - especially when you get The Big Nowhere for your effort.  I think after a shorter "breather" book I'll be ready to jump into White Jazz.