17
Feb 26

Working with new material, and old snow

The cats are doing great. Much more like themselves today after a bit of anesthesia and dental work yesterday. Poseidon is basically back to normal. Phoebe has been a bit sleepy, but late this evening is behaving as we’d expect, which is great, because she is loving and cuddly. They’re eating and purring and I’m sure everything will be back to normal tomorrow. They have to get a bit of medicine, which we’ll put in their food for a few days, but otherwise great. I am petting them extra much. They deserve it.

In Rituals and Traditions, we wrapped up a few days discussing fans. I ask the class to try to see fans from the perspective of a team or school or league, as if they’re working for them. We talk about sociology via Goffman, and then three theories here, first the classic social identity theory and then role identity theory and, finally, identity fusion theory.

This time out I added new bit about highly identified fans, as I recently learned a family story that is illustrative. I got a laugh out of it, too. Now, I think, I will add a little more to that story every time — like I’m trying to work on a stand-up routine.

In Criticism we discussed media aesthetics. I showed stills from the documentary we watched last week to talk about framing and shot composition. We also talked about two stories about e-sports and gaming. And one of my colleagues, who teaches in our e-sports program was very generous with her time and joined us for the conversation. I was grateful for the additional insights.

First, we talked about Why So Many Esports Pros Come From South Korea:

Much of their decisions to go pro hinged upon schooling. South Korea is a famously well-educated country where roughly 70 percent of students pursue higher education after high school. However, the academic environment is also intensely competitive, to the point where cram schools are a given for most Korean students who hope to score well on the Suneung, South Korea’s nationalized college entrance exam.

For Korean students whose families can’t afford private tutors or cram schools, the odds are stacked considerably against them. PC bangs—gaming cafés where you can rent a PC and play popular games for hours on end—however, are innumerable and very affordable. Most PC bangs charge about ₩1,000 an hour, which roughly comes out to $1.

So here’s the math: South Korea is the most fiercely skilled gaming region on the planet, but that’s because it has a bunch of working-class kids with little social mobility and a lot of free time (no tutoring, no cram school) with ubiquitous access to dirt-cheap internet cafés. South Korea’s gaming infrastructure and culture is what gives Korean kids the means to become the best players in the world, but the country’s structural inequality is a big part of what drives them to go pro in the first place.

So, right away, we were able to figure out if the social dynamics in South Korea are similar to some sports in other parts of the world. (They are.)

That was an interesting story all the way around, and, again, I was able to call on a real expert. That was even more helpful in the second story, which was No girls allowed which is an insightful history piece that explains some of the ouroboros of game development, and perhaps hints at what preceded Gamergate. It’s also an examination of marketing.

When Romero’s daughter Maezza was 8, she returned home from school with a story for her mother. Maezza had told her classmates that when she grows up, she wants to be a game designer. She was a level 90 in World of Warcraft. She loved wearing her Blizzard T-shirt to school. She wanted to learn how to code and make games. A kid in her class turned around. “Girls don’t play games,” he said. “Fortunately, my daughter had a great response,” Romero says. “She said to the boy, ‘My mommy makes games.’ She owned him entirely.” That the concept of “girls don’t play games” exists even among children in schoolyards today has less to do with the actual numbers of players as much as it has to do with an idea that was heavily circulated from the ’90s through television commercials, magazine ads, video game box art and the media. After all, a person who grew up in the ’90s would have little or even no reference for what came before. Their first game marketing experiences would have sold a very black-and-white picture about who video games are for. But this idea is starting to break down. According to Cotteleer, industries tend to look beyond their existing target demographic only when the market has become totally saturated. It can take a while” sometimes more than a decade. And when that happens, they ask, “Who’s next?” She says Nintendo mastered this with the launch of the Wii console, which went on to break records in console sales and introduce video gaming to audiences who had previously never bought a console or played a video game. Its advertising also deliberately targets a different audience, using celebrity spokespeople like Beyoncé, Penelope Cruz and Robin Williams and his daughter Zelda. But the process of breaking down the widely held stereotype of games being for boys doesn’t end with game-makers targeting diverse audiences, Bogost says. In fact, he doesn’t believe that is the right approach, in the same way he doesn’t believe that the industry going after the male audience was a smart idea. “It seems to me an enormously stupid idea, actually,” Bogost says. “All you have to do is look at the most successful games to see that it’s only been possible for them to be massively successful if they don’t systematically exclude half the population.” In order for video games to overcome their existing stereotype, they have to be sold to us as general purpose products. Bogost uses bookstores as an example. No one is surprised when they go into a bookstore and find that there are books for children, books about gardening or books about cooking. It’s accepted that books are a general purpose medium that can address lots of interests. The same applies to television” it doesn’t surprise people that there are channels dedicated to cooking, sports, animals or news. Bogost says that games are already there in terms of there being a diverse variety that can do different things” it just hasn’t effectively gotten the message out there yet. When the message gets out there” when video games are seen as a general purpose medium, and a person who plays Angry Birds can associate that with playing games on a PlayStation 4″ then perhaps the stereotype will begin to fade.

We read and discussed these stories because the students from last semester rightly pointed out we didn’t talk about gaming at all. And we should! Big business, and full of important content. I’m glad I received that suggestion, and was happy to address it this term.

The snow is still here. As of late last week this was one of the longest persisting snows in recorded history. They measure that by inches. So they had it that three inches had been on the ground for however many days was the mark. It ranks third, and a more depressing snow site hadn’t been seen since the 1960s.

We are in week four of this snow, but it is lessening.

With more threatened. But that’s for another day. Tomorrow, I’m going to shovel our sidewalk.


16
Feb 26

Woem woem

Everyone here is fine, but we’ve spent the evening watching the kitties closely. They had a planned visit to the vet today, going in first thing, and they enjoyed a dose of anesthesia. After they woke up and it wore off they were eventually allowed to come home. My lovely bride went to pick them up and got a good report from the office. She pulled into the drive, kitties in tow and I went out to help. One cat per carrier, and neither of them feeling like themselves, and varying degrees of stoned and mad.

The carriers have a top door and a side door, and the side door seemed like the right idea in the moment, and it was. They were still too goofy to jump well. They walked all around the house in slinky postures. Hyper aware, and confused and intent. It was a little bit silly and a little bit pitiful. Phoebe wanted to be near Poseidon for some reason, and he was mad at the whole world. And so it was kind of like that the rest of the night, watching them try to return to normal. Medicine here, special food there. Cats want to be up high, but you shouldn’t be on a counter top when you are refamiliarizing yourself with having four legs. It was a dental appointment, and everything went fine, but its weird watching two basic cat personalities not behaving up to spec.

So that was much of the day. Worrying about them, doing school work, then worrying over them. And then wondering how they feel, and if they’ll feel like normal tomorrow, and if they’ll like us again tomorrow. And trying to keep them from falling over this or off that.

And also watching the snow not melt. The slightly warmer temperatures arrived this weekend. The rain did not. And so it’s all still out there.

I learned this weekend that the way they measure it here is a bit different. Not how much fell, or when it fell, or the quality of the snow, but how much it sticks around. Someone has a chart somewhere and it shows the days when X number of inches of snow just … stuck around. The tote board marking the longevity of three inches of snow goes back to the 19th century. And this particular snow is now climbing up the charts. This is the third most persistent snow at that depth, though we got more snow then, and we still have that or more in our yard. They’ve not recorded a more stubborn snow here in more than a half century.

The moisture in the air will help. That we have a week of days above freezing will help. That some nights we’ll stay above freezing will help.

But that snow is sticking around. It has nowhere to go. It is the guest at the door who is not taking the hint. We are now in the fourth week of this nonsense.

Tomorrow, the cats will, I’m sure, bounce back nicely. We’ll go to school. The snow and ice won’t go anywhere.

But, now, I’m going to go grade things into the wee hours of the morning.


13
Feb 26

The 13th passes by almost unnoticed

The weather forecasts and the meteorologists assure us, a disbelieving group of weather sufferers, that all of this snow and ice will melt. Before it does, let me share one more picture, which I’ve been sitting on since, no kidding, February 3rd. But that’s not the most important information about that photo. What’s really important is that this photo was taken at 12:36 a.m. The bright snow and a brighter moon made for a nice composition.

So we’ll always have that view, at least.

And this snow and ice. We’ll always have this snow and ice, which will never melt.

That’s been on the ground for three weeks come Saturday. For meteorological purposes it’s been a long time.

Isn’t time funny like that. Not so much funny haha as funny how long we can stay below freezing.

We made it to about 35 for the sunniest part of the afternoon, today. Snow and ice are still on the ground though. I admired it through my office window during meetings.

I had a committee meet-and-greet, and then another meeting which required someone read their slides word for word. Having slides is one thing. Reading them to an audience with a fair mastery of literacy is another thing. Reading them to audience in a webinar is another thing entirely.

The meeting gave me two great big laughs. Hilarious stuff. One of them I wanted to unmute my microphone and laugh for everyone else, so that I might share my amusement, if not my mirth.

As a rule, you should always unmute your amusement.

We haven’t checked in on the kitties this week, and they do, of course, notice these things. They’re famous and they know it. They’re traffic drivers and they know it. And that’s OK, I know you’re here to see this cute face.

No one relaxes harder that Phoebe.

But for all of their similarities, the siblings are different in this one way. While Phoebe is serious about her relaxing, Poseidon has a different style. Here, he’s enjoying a bit of the sun one morning. I like to think he was trying to insist I stay home rather than going to work. Because of pets. The boy needs his pets.

Last night, he got an ice cube to play with, which he enjoys. Usually he’ll bat it around a bit. Sliding ice is fun! I’d let him outside, but he’s all about his creature comforts, blankets and quilts and things. Instead of playing with the ice, he just sprawled out beside it, right there on the kitchen’s anti-fatigue mat — because of creature comforts.

So the kitties are doing just fine.

I wonder if they miss seeing the ground and the patio, or if they distinguish the snow and ice at all.

The next time we talk we’ll be in week four of this being on the ground. But it’s getting warmer! And there’s some humidity coming! And and and, middle of February, spring is coming, all of that.

Believe it when you see it though, right?


12
Feb 26

Ice Station Alpha

Nope, still not melting. Because it is never going to melt. Oh, they say this weekend. But this weekend will turn to next week. Just wait and see. And while we wait and see, I actually like this one, shut from the hip, but how the light comes in from the side is nice, even if I blew it on the horizon.

I always blow it on the horizon.

You shouldn’t put your horizon right in the middle, but there I was, admiring that light leaking in from the left, and there’s the horizon, right there. But this time it makes sense, see. Because I’m telling two stories in this photograph.

First, the sky, the clouds, and the light. Lovely!

Second, the snow and ice. Which will never melt.

In Rituals and Traditions we talked about fan identity and social identity. Here I make fun of Georgia fans, because they make it easy. We also talked about highly identified fans, and so I used this local TV package to introduce them to Roll Tide Willie, who is a wonderful example.

We also discussed BIRGing and CORFing — basking in reflected glory and cutting off reflected failure — and there are, of course, examples of Willie CORFing. He’s a little over-the-top as an example, but he’s funny and memorable. And, as I said, I know more than a few people like this. Fans are fans, after all.

We’ll talk about a different view of fandom next week. I’m trying to do all of this from the point of view of looking at fans as if we worked for a team, or a league, or an athletic department. A big question is, How do we help maximize the fan experience? From there, I think, this class could become quite rewarding.

In Criticism we watched the excellent documentary “Venus vs.”

It’s a 2013 piece, directed by Ana DuVernay. As she told the story of a tennis player rising to the peak of her powers and changing the sport, she was, herself, on her way to huge successes. It’s a good documentary, and we talked about it for a few minutes near the end of class. What can documentaries teach us? How, and in what ways, should we view documentaries. And how should we think about what we’re seeing?

On Tuesday, we’ll talk about some of the visuals in that documentary. Look at the way those interviews were captured. We’ll talk about media aesthetics. Why were the shots composed as they are? What do those shots say?

What does this shot say?

It says it is never going to melt. And if you think it feels like a rejected shot from Ice Station Zebra, I wouldn’t disagree.

Maybe this weekend. But probably not.


11
Feb 26

A first, two firsts, three firsts, maybe

This snow and ice is never going to melt. Mostly because it has nowhere to go. The conditions have not been conducive to condensation, which would hurry the process along. Instead, the air has been cold, unceasingly, and relentlessly dry. Oh, you can see some rooftops now, asphalt shingles darkened by the moisture that has sat on them for almost three weeks now, but that’s just false hope. It’s nothing but this from here on in.

Those hours of sleet we had last month seemed like a lovely thing at the time. We had all the groceries we needed, no travel planned and I’d pulled out every light source and battery we own as a therapeutic just-in-case. We never lost power. You could get out and drive again on the bigger roads on the third and fourth day — if you could get to those bigger roads.

Mostly, it’s just boring. Going outside is nice. Looking out the window and seeing grass and trees and things is nice. Instead, I just stare through curtains and blinds, thinking about the things you can’t do.

It’s never about the things I should be doing, which is weird.

Today I did class prep for tomorrow’s classes.

It occurred to me when I was wrapping that up that this was a unique day of class prep. I always spend at least the day before building or finishing and polishing the next day’s classwork. Today was the first time I have ever not had to build it all out from scratch. Ever? Ever. Two classes tomorrow, and I didn’t have to start all over to get ready. I spent my time reviewing notes from previous lectures that I am going to use tomorrow. First time ever.

The first class I taught was in … what? In 2009?

The really nice thing is that next Monday/Tuesday this will happen again. Twice in a row! But then the streak ends. Still, this is nice, and the way it should be more often. One day it will be, perhaps. We’ll see. We don’t know that, but we’ll see.

I’ve never liked “we’ll see,” but it is an inescapable sentence.

We drove over the river this evening. Parked in a parking deck. Walked a few blocks to where we were going. Shivered part of the way, because I did not carry a coat, because I didn’t realize all of that. But, hey, that’s my fault and no one else’s. Anyway, it was warm where we were going. And they had a restroom and food, and also the evening’s entertainment.

We walked into this little comedy club, which was some slightly larger room behind an empty bar. Probably the joint sat 100, 120 people. Cozy little place. Unless you were sitting right at the back of the room you probably felt like you were sitting right at the stage. It felt both dusty, but clean. And a little shopworn. Three long steps would get you across the stage and the back wall was a faded old cityscape mural.

It made me think, as comedy clubs always do, about how comedians in my hometown would brag about our venue when they played there. The Stardome was one of the best in the country, they’d say. In my very limited experience, they were right! Also, that place has a real menu. This place offered three sandwiches, three pizzas and drinks. They didn’t have a drink minimum, they had an item minimum. Extortionate so-and-sos. But I choose to think that means all of the money from tickets goes to the performers, which is a nice thought.

We saw Kristen Key this evening. She got her break from one of those comedy variety reality show things, but we discovered her on Instagram a few years ago. This was the first time she was in the same city we were in at the same time, and so of course we went. (She was also at the concert last night, and now I think she’s following us.)

Her Instagram feed is full of clips of her Q&A period, but here’s a set piece from another show, which we saw this evening.

And here’s another song.

The questions she got during this show were … not good. Someone was looking for love. Someone else’s relative is a huge fan but couldn’t make it because of a medical procedure. A third person was looking for some sort of dating advice she could share. Someone asked about her favorite song from last night’s Brandi Carlile concert. And someone asked what her favorite Winter Olympic sport is and why is not curling. She said her favorite sport was curling.

She got the standing ovation in the little club at the end, and got a little teary about it. And then she was standing out front to meet people as they left, spending several minutes with anyone that asked, which was nice. She mad a video for the person who couldn’t be there because of health reasons. We talked with her for a moment, and she, of course, told us to come back the next time she’s in town, and we will, especially since I just thought I should ask her to record an outgoing voicemail message for me.