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07 March 2009 @ 01:45 am
Car nul ne vous attend autant que l’horizon  

1. So my mom knows this guy, who’s apparently been the target of some malicious sockpuppeting. She met him at a conference in the 90s, and has an autographed copy of one of his books. She says: “I don't think Golb was there...his name doesn't ring a bell. Oh the pride monster of academia.”

But also whose recent protest against the closure of NYU Tel Aviv is squicking me out.
Professor Lawrence H. Schiffman, chair of the Skirball Department of Hebrew and Judaic Studies, spoke at the rally in favor of Israel, knowing the later panel would be critical of NYU Tel Aviv.

“An intellectual boycott on Israel goes against everything that the university stands for,” Schiffman said. “The idea that somebody would want to boycott a country for defending itself is preposterous.”
Anyone on my flist who can shed light on this? Over at Crooked Timber, they’re wondering if the sockpuppetry is particularly politically motivated. I don’t know enough to comment.

2. I was going to do a long post about BSG and The Black Hole, which I have recently rewatched with great relish. But it appears I only marked down the times of particular screencaps I wanted to make, and failed to actually grab them. So maybe later. For now I will just say two things:

---Sammy is sounding more and more like bad Bob Dylan: Flip a coin.... Free will scuttles in a swamp of fear.... A closed system lacks the ability to renew itself. Knowledge alone is a poor primer.... There’s a hole in the bucket. Dear Liza. Dear Liza. ...[something something] repetitions. All this has happened before and all this will happen again.
--- I would like to punch the Fragile Body of Gaius Frakking Baltar! Caprica's right, he’s the same opportunist he ever was. Crossed over! It’s science! What a douchebag. I love this gesture of contempt (surprisingly fungible, that gesture!): You don’t mind if I pee....

3. Weather continues lonely. External stimuli seem to have not gotten my messages.

4. Grace = cruel miracles. Which is to say, less gnomically, grace is Rheya understanding herself as fleshly ghost, as simulacra with full authenticity as subject, even as her atomic structure is weirdly, ephemerally alien. As Kelvin says, “That liquid giant had been the death of hundreds of men. The entire human race had tried in vain to establish even the most tenuous link with it, and it bore my weight without noticing me any more than it would notice a speck of dust” (204). Thus the talky bits, the wrangling over what course to take. Do they accede, knowing that contact has inscrutably happened and they are helpless in it, that all their expeditions into the reaches are finally only researches into their own narcissism? Do they bombard the planet? Or do they negotiate with the Visitor, do they take her at her word and comfort her in her extremity? Hoping “for nothing” yet living “in expectation,” Kelvin’s response is perhaps the most helpful, and the most deluded, as he chooses to remain on the station after everyone has died or gone: “I knew nothing, and I persisted in the faith that the time of cruel miracles was not past” (204). It’s not quite beyond the dealmaking of prevenient grace (which is itself trying to eliminate dealmaking), but it seems nothing is. Expectation always surges up and rewrites the narrative drift. I’d like grace that has nothing to do with our actions whatever, ever. More and more, I think I'm on to something with this (no matter the torsion of irony). Oh, and C.S. Lewis can fuck off. Also Pema Chödrön.

5. Starbuck puts her picture back up on the wall of the dead.
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tim: not serioussnake_oiler on March 7th, 2009 11:32 pm (UTC)
Baltar the opportunist
a classic Gaius maneuver indeed. the surprise for me was that the mighty Starbuck didn't break his neck. a teary eyed slap? who is she?
wolodymyr: octowolodymyr on March 15th, 2009 07:11 am (UTC)
Saw it, finally.

It was the episode with some of the most extreme over-emoting, and some of the best subverting one-liners (Tigh: That was a bust.)

AND - and the one that's fucked me up, Boomer to Hera, "Yeah, you can still eat it." Seriously.

And - it makes me feel very junior high that I want so badly for Lee and Kara to have like just one time where they both feel like kissing each other at the same time. But Jesus Christ, is that so much to ask?
all_unnecessary: Special Destinyall_unnecessary on March 15th, 2009 11:38 pm (UTC)
I only have spoilery things to say about Kara and Lee, so I'll shut my yap on that til later.

As for the extreme over-emoting, I'm kind of fine with it. This show has always seemed kind of Sirkean in its melodrama to me, so only eps where the writing is dreadful does the scenery chewing stand out/bother me.