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Friday, September 18, 2009

Serendipity

After dinner with the same friend I just pulsed about, we ran into a Greek painter who spent an hour telling us stories about his life. Even with the possibility that he's a crazy old man who makes outrageous claims in order to keep the attention of young adults as a substitute for the affection he's denied from his actual family, I have to say he tells some great stories.

Just a quick run-down:
  • His grandfather was killed by the Turks in the 20's.
  • His father was killed by the Germans in the 40's.
  • While visiting the Netherlands in his teens he was granted an audience with the Queen. According to him the queen decided she "wanted to meet a Greek man" and he was nearby. (Eccentric borderline racist demands from monarchs had yet to go out of style in the early 1950's.)
  • While still in the Netherlands he met a young woman whose father was a painter. When she introduced them, the father took him on as an apprentice for 2 years. It was during this time he learned that his own father had once been a painter.
  • At the end of the 2 years the following paraphrased conversation takes place:
    Greek Painter Dude: Painting sucks, so I quit. Oh, and I'm marrying your daughter.
    Dutch Father: Go ahead and marry my daughter, but don't stop painting because you have real talent.
    Greek Painter Dude: Pony up some cash and send me to Paris, then.
    Dutch Father: That sounds totally reasonable. Adieu!
  • After a few months in Paris he sells his first painting for $20,000. (Not that this guy has any more credibility than a typical charismatic old Greek man painting pictures in a mall on a Thursday night anyway, but my skepticism did increase when he didn't hesitate to give this curiously round figure in American currency regarding a transaction he made in France. But anyway...)
  • Jealous Parisian artists, likely with their berets all askew, report him to the police for selling art without a license. When the shamelessly corrupt Paris police force shows up they demand that he bribe them with his earnings or face jail time.
  • He chooses jail time.
  • This proves to be the far wiser choice as he's in jail all of 12 hours and gets to keep his $20,000. [Traveler's tip: Failure to bribe, while frowned upon, isn't technically illegal  in Paris.]
    [Corrupt policeman's tip: Jealous xenophobic Parisian artists are not legal authorities.]
  • {Insert assorted stories of traveling, divorcing, marrying a Native American whose family he hates and quasi-philosophical musings on life.}
  • After telling us about how he'd told off his brother-in-law for using broad generalizations about Blacks while critiquing President Obama he proceeded to rant on the mental shortcomings of Native Americans, telling us in detail how each member of his wife's family is "stupid as the Greek seas are blue." Then he threw in an interesting hypothesis about the correlation between the failure of Native American-run casinos and his children's grades.
    [Racist's tip: Having some in the family only adds weight to your claims.]
He says he'll be there every weekend until November so I'll probably get more stories out of him. I'm already planning to buy one of his paintings.


Sunday, June 07, 2009

Ask Esturk #1: Obesity is a Good Sign for Race Relations

Sonnetjoy asks:
"I remember 10 years ago, people were VERY excited by the idea that the internet's widespread availability would mean that racial stereotypes would start to fade. Do you think the internet plays a significant role in changing people's minds about racial stereotypes, since bloggers, posters, and emailers don't have to show their faces in order to participate in discussions/social networking?"

I haven't seen any hard data on this, nor can I imagine how one would quantify subconscious opinions throughout history so as to track changes in trends, but I'm inclined to say no. Recent studies like the Harvard Implicit Association Test have demonstrated that many biases are still far more common than most people had hoped or anticipated.  If attitudes haven't shifted all that much, it can hardly be said that the internet has played a significant role in changing them.

But there's potential. In order for racial biases to come into effect one must first be aware of another person's race. This usually happens as one person sees another or it's explicitly mentioned for whatever reason. In my experience talking to people online one's race is rarely considered unless that person happens to bring it up, which is itself rare unless it's relevant to the current topic. As a result racial biases, while mostly unchanged themselves, seem to play much smaller roles online than they do face-to-face.

So as we increase our internet communication we'll be less inclined to factor race into our opinions, consciously or subconsciously, because it won't as prevalent in our experiences. This will do little to change the nature of existing biases but might gradually decrease the incidence of race-based thinking. Of course, since that requires using the internet more often I foresee any decrease in racial stereotyping being accompanied by higher rates of obesity and vitamin D deficiencies.

Considering those two have been on the rise in recent years I may now have to change my answer to yes. Perhaps our widening waistlines are harbingers of interracial harmony.


Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Playtesting Rude Scrabble, Round 2

I played my new word game with a friend today. Not because I wanted to be mean, I just wanted to see how quickly a regular reader (and regular test subject of my schemes) would catch me and call me out. But apparently my so-called "friend" has not been keeping up with my posts, thereby eliminating any guilt I may have had about playing it on her as we spoke for nearly an hour and a half. My words were lamer today, though, but that's alright since I don't actually dislike her. Still, given the weirdness of the things I said and that she didn't seem to suspect something was amiss, I think it's time to re-evaluate the image I've established in the eyes of my peers. 

Here's our entire conversation from today:


3:07 PM
me:
Bring me a donut.
Immediately!
They're huge and I must have one.
3:08 PM
C'mon... I know you're thinking of doing it. You want to do it.
Help a man out.
notMe:
ooo
3:09 PM
me:
Woo-hoo 5 points!
notMe:
apple fritter
3:10 PM
me:
That would also be acceptable.
Huge foods are awesome.
3:11 PM
Unless they're raw and/or have faces and/or limbs.
Grossness.
3:12 PM
notMe:
yessss
me:
4 points!
3:15 PM
notMe:
?
me:
Oh nothin'.
3:30 PM
me:
Rather, you'll figure it out later for yourself.
3:31 PM
Cuz you're smart like that.
notMe:
i ate cookies instead of getting you a donut
me:
3 points!
notMe:
what does that get me
hm
3:32 PM
me:
Perhaps you should bring me a smoothie, then.
Under different circumstances I will reciprocate.
NEver mind how heavy security in yoru building is.
Know that I will repay my sugary debts!
notMe:
hehe
unfortunately i'm bogged down
me:
4 points!
3:37 PM
Aw.
Sneak out, maybe?
Stealthy like!
4:29 PM
me:
Had a cookie instead.
Oatmeal chocolate chip.
Like a donut, sorta.
Except smaller.
notMe:
and less fried
4:30 PM
now i want another cookie

Going Tolkien on her wasn't exactly a high point of wit (nor "grossness"), but I'm pretty pleased with the 7-letter finisher.

I think next I'll see if I can work in a short coherent paragraph over the course of an afternoon instead of random words.


Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Rude Scrabble

Sometimes I get messages from people I haven't spoken to for some time.  Oddly, they often don't have anything more interesting to say than "How have you been?" and "Nothing much," before lapsing into awkward silence. When this happens I'll spice it up by saying increasingly outrageous things until they catch on. Problem with that is that I say increasingly outrageous things regularly so I've developed a reputation for it and many stop being shocked by it.  This often leaves me with nothing to amuse myself except by being increasingly rude in small increments until they catch on.

I thought of a way to turn this fondness for subtle rudeness into a word game. I don't have any kind of a scoring code yet; so far the fun's in the challenge of making entire sentences using the first letter of each instant message. I'll need to come up with some sort of penalty for when the other person interrupts a word or phrase. I gave my new game a test-run today and managed to wrap up an empty conversation with this 2x knockout combo after a short lull:

Me: Yeah, so I went to this concert a couple weeks ago.
Me: Or at least it was falsely advertised as one.
Me: Unless concerts these days are supposed to consist primarily of violent drunks and flashers.
Me: Anyway, a mosh pit opens up and these guys start slamming into me and I'm all like...
Me: Really, guys?
Me: Enough already.
Me: And so I start fighting my way off to the side so I could keep watching the performers...
Me: Whack! I'm hit in the head by a crowd surfer!
Me: Holy crap that hurt...
Me: Over the course of the evening I was hit or kicked that way at least ten times.
Me: Really, though, it actually was a ton of fun.
Me: Even if I ended up covered in bruises.
NotMe: lol thats pretty funny
Me: Sure was.
Me: Last time I go out during a storm watch without an umbrella, though.
Me: Uh-oh, I'm running late.
Me: TTYL

They get a semi-amusing, totally pointless story about me at a concert and in return I get to call them irresponsibly promiscuous. I always insist on gaining something from every interaction and this way we both benefit.

The best part is that now anybody who's chatted with me online is going through their GChat archives searching for hidden messages.


Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Two Ways to the Top

I can't always translate my ideas into words very well.  If we ever become a telepathic species I'll be the unchallenged King of Comedy.  Not because I'm all that funny but because while the other telepathic comedians are crafting jokes I'll be learning to cause aneurysms.



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