Mateo Palos

May 13, 2009

Men have no Fitzwilliam Darcy

Filed under: film, literature, music — mkpalos @ 2:10 am

Laura’s post on men in BBC adaptations crystallized for me something that has flitted about in the back of my mind for a while now: there is no female character that men as a community are aware of and find as appealing as Mr. Darcy. This is true for most of Jane Austen’s male characters, but Mr. Darcy seems to occupy the top spot. Try as I might, I can’t think of a female character every man is likely to be aware of, much less find romantically appealing; in fact, I can’t think of any female characters universally appealing to men purely on the basis of mere physical or sexual attractiveness. I suspect this might explain the general bafflement that men often feel when women talk about how more men should be like Mr. Darcy or how many times they’ve seen the miniseries. That characters like Darcy exist, we understand. What we don’t understand is why he is what he is to women.

I have no explanation for this, and it bugs me. Darcy and all he represents are quite culturally powerful, and, being the sort of hack sociologist that I am, I wonder what the absence of a male equivalent means. I don’t think this absence is necessarily a problem, but it occasionally does give the nagging impression that in practice men simply end up attracted to women who settle for them instead of the kind of men they really want. That’s certainly the most pessimal interpretation, and I don’t think that’s how it really works. I know, too, that by some definitions there is no gap: goddess of the hearth, girl next door, and, in Japan’s case the yamato nadeshiko have all been put forward as stereotypical constructions of the ideal woman by somebody. I don’t think these are the same kind of thing, for all of these have been A) largely discredited, and B) mostly existed as “ideals” in the sense of “idealized concepts” rather than actual prototypes for femininity. Mr. Darcy and the other Austen heroes haven’t experienced a similar fall from grace, as far as I can tell.

One possible explanation: men have traditionally written and published more than women have (and have been allowed to), so they write more from a male perspective and consequently haven’t developed any female characters as universally appealing. One possible objection to this explanation: if men have dominated literature and publishing for so long, how come they haven’t made more progress creating an ideal female character? Like I said, I have no solution that really works, but I’m pretty sure I’ve found an interesting problem.

I don’t normally ask for comments, but I’d really appreciate any thoughts people have on this. What should we make of the Darcy gap?

April 14, 2009

Something completely different

Filed under: funny, music, science — mkpalos @ 10:31 pm

This one’s for the scientists.

Tom Lehrer’s “The Elements”

Jonathan Coulton’s “That Spells DNA”

Science Groove’s “Glucose, Glucose”

And on a more somber note, Flanders & Swann’s “20 Tons of TNT”

April 5, 2009

April 4

Filed under: a journal of sorts, music, musings — mkpalos @ 1:01 am

My plants just arrived. The lillies came as live plants, but the gladiolus came as bulbs. I was able to give half of them to my Mom, who had missed the sale, and that left me with a dozen bulbs–plenty for me. I’m even tempted to rig up a hydroponics setup in my room just to see if it can be done. I’ve always had an interest in hydroponics, but it’s not exactly a hobby you can pick up in an afternoon.

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Some thoughts on Charles Wesley’s “And Can It Be”:

And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

The author is Charles Wesley, and it’s one of those hymns everybody is aware of but nobody sings. This is not surprising: the only melody I have ever heard it associated with is “Sagina,” a lovely but complex tune that gets positively acrobatic at points.(1) There is also the matter of the lyrics: though beautiful, they are undeniably dated. “Thine eye diffused a quickening ray” is language both antiquated and abstract, and a worship leader might feel an understandable reluctance to attempt to teach a congregation a song that can be sung or understood, but probably not both at once.

But it’s worth it. Oh, it’s worth it. The verse from which that line is taken hearkens back to the encounter between Paul and the jailer and uses it as a rich metaphor for God’s salvific work. I wish, I dearly wish that for every modern song that talked about how good it feels to be saved we would hear one about how good God is to save us.(2) In any case, what I love about this hymn is its achingly vivid description of the myriad experiences of the redeemed life: mystery, joy, hope, and, last but assuredly not least, awe. There is a sincere awe that permeates this hymn, and it’s hard not to be swept up in it as you sing.

(1) The only hymn I can think that is more difficult to sing is “St. Patrick’s Breastplate,” and I imagine it would be easier to teach a congregation to juggle mice than get them to sightread this hymn. Somewhat improbably, it appears that “Sagina” was not written until nearly a century after the lyrics. One wonders what melody Wesley had in mind.

(2) Since I want to talk about how good this hymn is and not about the common flaws of songs of our era, I won’t belabor this point. Suffice it to say that modern songs seem largely focused on how good it feels to be right with God, and while it does indeed feel wonderful, it is wonderful in more ways than that, and God is wonderful in myriad ways as to bring us to that state. It’s like praising a rainbow for having a lovely shade of red, and maybe acknowledging that other colors exist if there’s time left over.

April 3, 2009

Free download of “4:33″ (no, seriously)

Filed under: funny, music, what. — mkpalos @ 11:25 pm

I just saw that John Cage’s “4:33″ is available on iTunes as a free download. It’s not every day you get a chance like this! Oh, wait…

What’s even funnier is that at one point iTunes offered both a “Clean” and an “Explicit” version. No, I’m not making this up.

(If none of this makes sense, see here.)

February 23, 2009

“O love that will not let me go”

Filed under: music — mkpalos @ 11:14 pm

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

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This is exactly the kind of worship song I like. The author is George Matheson, a Scottish preacher and theologian active in the late 1800s and early 1900s. He wrote of this hymn,

My hymn was com­posed in the manse of In­ne­lan [Ar­gyle­shire, Scot­land] on the ev­en­ing of the 6th of June, 1882, when I was 40 years of age. I was alone in the manse at that time. It was the night of my sister’s mar­ri­age, and the rest of the fam­i­ly were stay­ing over­night in Glas­gow. Some­thing hap­pened to me, which was known only to my­self, and which caused me the most se­vere men­tal suf­fer­ing. The hymn was the fruit of that suf­fer­ing. It was the quick­est bit of work I ever did in my life. I had the im­press­ion of hav­ing it dic­tat­ed to me by some in­ward voice ra­ther than of work­ing it out my­self. I am quite sure that the whole work was com­plet­ed in five min­utes, and equal­ly sure that it ne­ver re­ceived at my hands any re­touch­ing or cor­rect­ion. I have no na­tur­al gift of rhy­thm. All the other vers­es I have ever writ­ten are man­u­fact­ured ar­ti­cles; this came like a day­spring from on high.

(Source: Cyberhymnal. Fair warning: Music plays automatically.)

The hymn has acquired several melodies over the years, as hymns are wont to do. For those who were in c-group today, Chris Miner composed the melody we used, and it is the melody Sandra McCracken made popular. (For those who weren’t there, Youtube has a similar version.)

December 22, 2008

More Christmas music

Filed under: funny, music — mkpalos @ 4:24 am

And more Jonathan Coulton. This time the song is called “Christmas Is Interesting,” and it should make you glad you’re not fictional during the Christmas season.

You have put on your feety pajamas 
It’s time for a long winter’s nap 
There’s a knock on the door and a stranger is there 
He wants you to sit on his lap 
He takes your watch and he gives you a hairbrush 
Your wife gets a wig on a chain 
He says he can’t stay 
Cause he’s got a long way to go 
And it’s starting to rain 

(refrain)
Christmas is interesting 
Like a knife in your heart 
Christmas is interesting 
How it tears you apart 
Christmas is interesting 
Like a stick in your eye 
It’s so freaking interesting 
That it might make you cry 

So you’re an elf, but you’d rather be a dentist 
Maybe you’re a train with square wheels 
Maybe you’re a squirt gun that only shoots jam 
Now you know how Jesus feels 
He is riding a sleigh he calls Rosebud 
His mansion is lonely and cold 
He can’t remember a pleasant December 
When he wasn’t tired and old 

(refrain)

So you’re drunk and your name is Jimmy Stewart 
You once had a wonderful life 
Then you lost all your money, you cracked up your car 
You yelled at your favorite wife 
You go to bed and you wait for Jacob Marley 
He comes to make you feel brave 
But under his cloak he is nothing but smoke 
And a finger that points at your grave 

(refrain)

December 8, 2008

Christmas music

Filed under: funny, music — mkpalos @ 11:44 am

Yesterday at Megan’s a bunch of us were talking about Christmas music, and the conversation drifted towards unconventional songs. Here’s my contribution: “Chiron Beta Prime,” by Jonathan Coulton. If you’ve ever wondered what a Christmas newsletter from a family conquered by robots would be like–and really, who hasn’t?–then wonder no longer.     

This year has been a little crazy for the Andersons.
You may recall we had some trouble last year.
The robot council had us banished to an asteroid.
That hasn’t undermined our holiday cheer.
And we know it’s almost Christmas by the marks we make on the wall.
That’s our favorite time of year.

Merry Christmas from Chiron Beta Prime,
Where we’re working in a mine for our robot overlords.
Did I say overlords? I meant protectors.
Merry Christmas from Chiron Beta Prime.

On every corner there’s a giant metal Santa Claus, who watches over us with glowing red eyes.
They carry weapons and they know if you’ve been bad or good.
Not everybody’s good but everyone tries.
And the rocks outside the airlock exude ammonia-scented snow.
It’s like a Winter Wonderland.

Merry Christmas from Chiron Beta Prime,
Where we’re working in a mine for our robot overlords.
Did I say overlords? I meant protectors.
Merry Christmas from Chiron Beta Prime.

That’s all the family news that we’re allowed to talk about.
We really hope you’ll come and visit us soon.
I mean we’re literally begging you to visit us.
And make it quick before they [MESSAGE REDACTED].
Now it’s time for Christmas dinner – I think the robots sent us a pie!
You know I love my soylent green.

Merry Christmas from Chiron Beta Prime,
Where we’re working in a mine for our robot overlords.
Did I say overlords? I meant protectors.
Merry Christmas from Chiron Beta Prime.

November 4, 2008

Worth a listen: Eric Whitacre’s "October" and Rene Clausen’s "Barter"

Filed under: music — mkpalos @ 5:53 am
I suppose it would have been more fitting last month, but this piece is still worth your time. I played this in the symphonic band my first year at Taylor, and I’ve never forgotten it.

While we’re on the subject of music, let me also post Rene Clausen’s “Barter,” a choral adaptation of a poem by Sara Teasdale.

October 16, 2008

Worth a listen: "Arnhem," by Michael Giacchino

Filed under: music — mkpalos @ 8:16 am

Although much of their music is forgettable, video game soundtracks have given the world a few gems. Unfortunately, game soundtracks can be hard to come by, so a great song in a mediocre game is almost certainly destined for obscurity.

This song is “Arnhem,” from the Medal of Honor: Frontline soundtrack. MoH:Frontline was one of several expansion packs for the game Medal of Honor: Allied Assault. Apart from its soundtrack, the game was fairly unremarkable.

Song: “Arnhem”
Composer: Michael Giacchino

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