Oh Messiah, please pull my strings today!!
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Big Brother and The Chant of the ever circling skeletal family
p.s. The Last Two Minutes starting at 3:30 is called 2 minute hate from Orwell's novel...
"Big Brother" is a song written by David Bowie in 1973 and intended for his never-produced musical based on George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four. In 1974 it was released on the album Diamond Dogs. It segued into the final track on the record, "Chant of the Ever Circling Skeletal Family".
Lyrically, the song reflects the ending of Nineteen Eighty-Four, where Winston Smith's brainwashing is complete, and he loves Big Brother. This was described by Bowie biographer David Buckley as "a frightening paean to the Super God",while Nicholas Pegg considered that Bowie was showing how "the glamour of dictatorships is balanced with the banality".
The opening trumpet line, played on a Chamberlin, has been compared to Miles Davis' Sketches of Spain.The melody in the chorus was echoed in Bowie's own "Shining Star (Makin' My Love)" from Never Let Me Down (1987).
"Chant of the Ever Circling Skeletal Family" is a song written by David Bowie in 1974 ending his Diamond Dogs album.
The song ends with the endlessly repeating sound of "bruh-bruh-bruh...", the first syllable of the word 'Brother' from "(Big) Brother" (the title and refrain of the preceding track) as though the record had broken. Bowie's initial intention had been for the machine to repeat the whole of the word 'Brother', but accidentally discovered that just the first syllable sounded much better.
The Goth-band Skeletal Family took their name from this song.
This song is David Bowie's interpretation of George Orwell's "two minute hate" from his novel "Nineteen Eighty-Four". Its mesmerizing chanting represents the mind-numbing influence that the two minutes has over the brainwashed citizens of Oceania, 1984's totalitarian government.
Heh. And I used to think the ending was a repeat of "rock" it was "bro" all along.
Like Orwell's 1984?
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BioShock Infinite - Released Today
Set aboard the fantastical floating city of Columbia, the civil war at the centre of BioShock Infinite is perhaps the first meaty take on rich vs. poor, left vs. right and white vs. coloured that games have ever managed.
It would have been easy for Ken Levine and the Infinite writing staff to ham the American right-wing up as arch, greedy villains. But the game is smarter than that. The two political parties of Columbia are the Founders, predominantly Caucasian and zealously religious, and the Vox Populi, the nihilistic black and Irish underclass, driven to revolution by the working conditions in Columbian factories.
But whereas in most games - in fact, in most mainstream fiction - the scrappy left wing underdogs come over as the goodies, in BioShock Infinite, there are no heroes. Divided by ideology though they are, the Vox and the Founders are equally insidious, publicly executing civilians of one another's faction and suppressing their followers with airy, vague demagoguery.
The Founders hate non-whites, numbing their people with grotesque propaganda campaigns, and conditioning their children with fairground shooting galleries where you get more points for killing black people. Meanwhile, the Vox Populi are angry, leaderless brutes who lynch rich people and pillage white neighbourhoods.
Especially in today's climate, it's a fascinating portrait. The Tea Party and the American one percent are often painted, especially online and in the blogosphere, as cash-mongering hyper capitalists, exploiting a system that favours white folks to hoard all the wealth.
The Occupy movement on the other hand are impoverished, punk-rock, street fighting men, standing up for the "real America" that don't tread on anyone.
Middle ground
But Infinite charts the middle ground. It's a very, very cynical game, swayed neither by the riches of the right or the so-called righteous indignity of the far left. Its politics are much more centrist. Emanating from a country where the voting patterns have been more or less unchanged since the civil war, that level of flexibility is refreshing.
The game skips over its politics, though. For the first third of BioShock Infinite, Levine's imagery is fascinating, all giant statues of the founding fathers and vulgar posters of racist caricatures. But that edge is soon - too soon - taken off as the game draws into its weaker second act.
The civil war plot strand just kind of ends. As Infinite shifts its focus onto the relationship between the two central characters, Elizabeth and Booker, that polticial commentary is pushed to the back bench, way before any of the issues it brought up have really had their day in court.
Elizabeth and Booker
The crux of BioShock Infinite is, in fact, the relationship between Elizabeth and Booker.
Booker is who you play as, an ex-Pinkerton agent and US cavalryman with a murky past. Owing a debt to some shady people, he's sent to Columbia to retrieve Elizabeth, a young woman who's been imprisoned in a tower since she was born.
The citizens of Columbia believe her to be some kind of prophet or messiah, referring to her as 'the lamb of Columbia', and expecting her to lead them to whatever salvation it is they've promised themselves.
Though you play the first hour or so alone, once Booker finds Elizabeth, they have this strained, almost reluctant dynamic to begin with, whereby she is naïve and reckless, and he is wizened and cynical. The first time Elizabeth sees Booker kill somebody is a painful moment, as she runs off, crying, scared at what this man who's supposed to be helping her is capable of.
That tension eventually progresses into co-dependence. Elizabeth needs Booker to get her out of Columbia - Booker needs Elizabeth to keep him alive in combat. She will throw you bullets, health packs - things called 'Salts' which refill your magic ability - and also open 'tears' in space, bringing foreign objects into gunfights, like brick walls and boxes of weapons.
But Elizabeth's not quite the organic, living person her creators want her to be. In a game of such grand scope and achievement, technical gripes like these seem picky and entitled, but she doesn't move naturally; she doesn't interact with the world of Columbia as smooth or as seamlessly as she's perhaps meant to.
Elizabeth is always keeping pace with Booker, so if you ease up on the left stick, she slows down also. And the things she responds to are seemingly random. She's perfectly likely to pick up an orange or a statuette and make some remark about it, but sometimes, extremely major plot points unfurl and she doesn't say a word. Elizabeth still feels a little artificial.
Dialogue
Nevertheless, they're both remarkable figures. Booker is a dark and violent man, a foil to Elizabeth's big-eyed optimism. Though their dialogue sometimes strays into the unconvincing, the roles these two characters play are very clear. Booker is us - tired, used to it; accustomed to the world - the game world - around him. Elizabeth is more energetic. She fits the bill of Infinite's designers, eager that you look at the world around you and feel reinvigorated by it.
And that aspect of her comes off flawlessly. From the start, she's inviting Booker to come dance with her and picking through objects like they're something brand new. It's a really beautiful thing Irrational is trying to do with Elizabeth, to remind people who play games just how magical they can be. Sometimes, though, she feels like she's not real; when you can see the gears working behind this person who's been sent to make you forget that those gears exist, it's kind of disheartening.
Spoilers
Discussing this aspect of Infinite, it's hard not go give away story spoilers, but, as depicted in the trailers when Elizabeth opens a gateway to 1982, time and space in Columbia is disrupted. Things from other worlds seep into the city; events from different dimensions have bearing on each other. Characters may die in one version of Columbia but, when you step into a tear, may be alive again. Alternatively, they may not have existed at all.
These infinite dimensions (which I imagine are where BioShock Infinite takes it name) are reminiscent of the infinitely different experiences and choices we can all have from the same videogame. It's still Columbia - it's still BioShock Infinite - but in each case it's slightly different; the city or the game as laid out by some omniscient creator is the same always, but each iteration is unique.
It's a much more hopeful vision of games than in BioShock which, in ways I can't describe here without ruining things, is explored in way more depth as the game goes on.
It does get convoluted however. The meta commentary in Infinite is definitely observant and interesting, but it's also totally overwritten. The "Would you kindly?" reveal was a very quiet and disturbing moment. Infinite tends to beat you around the head some, and gets lost in its own ideas.
And, again, without wanting to drop spoilers, the way the "straight narrative" (the relationship between Booker and Elizabeth, the turmoil in Columbia) resolves itself is confusing in a bad way. No doubt it will inspire umpteen fans to make forums dissecting it at length, but the plot in Infinite feels kind of scattergun and meandering. Levine consistently moves the goal posts, telling us that this will be the thing that saves her, no THIS will be the thing, and when the final half-hour plunges head first into metaphysics, the criss-cross, time travel main story gets totally buried beneath highfalutin chin-stroking.
Columbia
The city of Columbia itself however is, unquestionably, one of the greatest masterpieces in the history of videogames. It's just beautiful. Purple-yellow sunlight spills down cobbled alleys, white marble statues and great brass sculptures line the streets. People in their finery are dancing and smoking all around you; there are flowers everywhere.
The first time you see the city is, truly, the most wonderful thing you'll have ever seen in a game. Even more than the original reveal of Rapture, when those neon lights first lurched into view, the opening glimpse of Columbia will astound you - it will make you cry. If BioShock Infinite achieves no greater legacy, it can still lay claim to the most astonishing single moment ever created by a game studio.
And that's just the beginning, because when you've finally acclimated to the lustre of the place, there's this gut churning physical offness to it, with buildings, doors and water features placed where they shouldn't possibly go. The most unerring example is Battleship Bay, a boardwalk plucked from a Seurat painting that inexplicably sits beneath an industrial park. Then there's Finkton, a collection of factories with incredibly high walls which all somehow seem small on the inside.
As the plot explores in exhaustive detail later on, things are not as they seem in Columbia and the game's physicality tells as much.
Gunplay
Infinite's real narrative affliction is shooting, which happens way too often and smothers any of the game's finer points. The game is too loud. Violence breaks out every few minutes or so and generally involves you facing down a dozen or more enemies over a massive area. It really slows the game down. At its nucleus, Infinite IS a first-person shooter and the game's self-observance wouldn't work if it weren't so gamey.
But the fighting feels almost out of place. It's kind of patronising. You really want to lose yourself in the dialogue and the themes and the rich layers of Infinite's world, but the constant shooting which, I think, is a product of the same low self-esteem which Infinite is ostensibly battling, stops you from doing that.
Though it's nevertheless absorbing.
The fighting is a bit scrappy to begin with. Enemies take too many bullets to die and it's more a case of hammering the trigger button than it is picking your shots. But as you go on and learn to combine the magical powers you get from Vigors (similar to Plasmids from the original BioShock) with Elizabeth's tearing ability, shooting in Infinite gathers this plodding, mechanical rhythm that really suits. Faced with a gang of baddies, you'll spit crows at them using a Vigor, get Liz to tear in a turret gun and sit back picking off stragglers with your rifle.
Beyond that, Infinite will feel familiar to anyone who has played a BioShock before.
There's a focus on resource collecting - checking crates and corners for supplies - and exploration, with semi-large hub areas taking the place of typically linear first-person levels. You don't have to juggle your weapons as much now, though. Players of the first ever 'Shock will certainly remember having to cycle constantly between their shotgun, pistol and grenade launcher as they continually ran out of ammo for each gun - that's not the case in Infinite.
If you find a weapon you like, you can pretty much stick with it and keep it fully-loaded throughout the entire game. You can also upgrade it, upping the power, increasing the reload time and so on. It adds something of an RPG element. Especially when combined with wearable items called Gear, which give you abilities like increased health or speed, the way Infinite uses guns is designed to help you find a fighting style and stick with it.
Braver players will load up on health buffs and bullet shields and tear into combat head-on. The less bolshy will pick the HandCannon pistol and extra speed, and stand back using tears and the SkyLine to outmanoeuvre enemies.
It's a very vibrant approach to fighting, further encouraged by the line-up of enemies, which range from the enormous mechanical Handyman to shrieking, lithe Vox Populi scouts. It's not that the combat isn't fun and diverse - there are lots of ways to approach it - it just tends to overshadow some of Infinite's more progressive thinking.
This is not quite the videogame I expect a lot of people were hoping it would be. It's not The One. In a AAA market still saturated by run-of-the-mill RPGs and me-too shooters, BioShock Infinite was shaping up to be the flood that would wipe all that away. With its overt political ambition and distinct, talkative art style, Infinite was going to be something of a saving grace. It was going to be a turning point.
It's not, sadly. The political charge in the game is palpable but sidelined too early; the metaphysical analysis is present, but cast a little too wide.
Nevertheless, BioShock Infinite is interesting, more interesting than anything to come out, on shelves at least, for the past five years. It's bound to spark an enormous amount of academic fervour, from which one can only imagine we'll develop a changed idea of exactly what videogames are. As a straight work of good writing, though, it comes up short.
Any customer can have a car painted any color that he wants so long as it is black.
Any customer can have a car painted any color that he wants so long as it is black.
Remark about the Model T in 1909, published in his autobiography My Life and Work (1922) Chapter IV, p. 71; this has often been paraphrased, e.g.: "You can have any color as long as it's black."
- Henry Ford
Researchers create fiber network that operates at 99.7% speed of light, smashes speed and latency records
Researchers at the University of Southampton in England have produced optical fibers that can transfer data at 99.7% of the universe’s speed limit: The speed of light. The researchers have used these new optical fibers to transfer data at 73.7 terabits per second — roughly 10 terabytes per second, and some 1,000 times faster than today’s state-of-the-art 40-gigabit fiber optic links, and at much lower latency.
The speed of light in a vacuum is 299,792,458 meters per second, or 186,282 miles per second. In any other medium, though, it’s generally a lot slower. In normal optical fibers (silica glass), light travels a full 31% slower. Light actually travels faster through air than glass — which leads us neatly onto the creation of Francesco Poletti and the other members of his University of Southampton team: A hollow optical fiber that is mostly made of air. (See: The first flexible, fiber-optic solar cell that can be woven into clothes.)
It might seem counterintuitive, transmitting light down fibers made primarily of air, but look around you: If light didn’t travel well through air, then you’d a hard time seeing. It isn’t like researchers haven’t tried making hollow optical fibers before, of course, but you run into trouble when trying to bend around corners. In normal optical fiber, the glass or plastic material has a refractive index, which causes light to bounce around inside the fiber, allowing it to travel long distances, or Remove the glass/plastic and the light just hits the outer casing, causing the signal to fizzle almost immediately. The glass-air interface inside each fiber also causes issues, causing interference and limiting the total optical bandwidth of the link.
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