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Friday, June 04, 2004

 
D-U-M-B-A-S-S
Both Mike and Craig have interesting commentary on yesterday's National Spelling Bee and how it's lost a lot of relevancy despite its live coverage on ESPN (which even the French Open couldn't get).

Competitions like the spelling bee as well as many of the academic competitions that many of the people on the blogroll are part of have seen their difficulties rise exponentially in recent years. In a way, it seems like a rather organic process, but not necessarily a good one.

In either case, there's a rather fixed knowledge base, and back in the day, there was a certain baseline of difficulty developed that seemed fair at the time. Over time, though, the words or clues used would start feeling a bit overused. So to shake things up and make things seem more interesting (at least for organizers and hard-core players), the only way to go was dig deeper into that knowledge base and in effect ratcheting up the difficulty. There isn't enough "new" stuff added to the knowledge base over the years to keep the difficulty the same without repeating what's been asked before.

In the bee's case, you plumb further and further into bigger and bigger dictionaries to find more and more obscure words. In quizbowl's case (at least the types of competitions I'm used to seeing), you dig into deeper and more advanced texts to find more and more obscure clues and/or answers.

The unfortunate side effect is that some of these competitions get so hard that you can only watch these things in awe without even trying to find out how this stuff should be relevant. It becomes like a brainier version of Fear Factor. Honestly, what is the difference between watching some kid pass out, get up and spell a word that'll be used in .0005 percent of people's vocabularies and some guy or girl pass out while trying to eat 100 cockroaches in a minute?

In some ways, it mimics the evolution of today's athlete. As the accomplishments get more and more impressive, the types of athletes who can perform them become less diverse. NFL lineman have to be 300 pounds to succeed. Baseball pitchers don't have to be Randy Johnson's height, but they have to be in the 6-2, 6-3 range at least. The average 40 time, vertical leap, etc. of today's athlete is often superior to just 15-20 years ago. There are more advance training methods to get that way, just as there are more advanced and sophisticated ways and resources to train for a spelling bee.

Maybe it's only fitting that ESPN covered the Spelling Bee live and included it on SportsCenter. It's just another way to marvel at ridiculous feats that supposedly seem easy to the competitors but in no way can the average schmoe even fathom of doing.

posted at 3:46 PM

 
Garden party
I guess I've known about it for a while, but New Jersey does have a strange mythology unlike any other place, currently embodied by The Sopranos but also created by a number of sources besides Bruce Springsteen. What's intriguing is that Jersey is often considered such a low-brow type of place, yet it's not hard to find fellow Garden Staters no matter where I go (or at least find people at least familiar with where I grew up). But I guess we all just escaped to everywhere else.

posted at 2:52 PM

Thursday, June 03, 2004

 
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I was part of the clusterf*** at Hartsfield-Jackson when flying up to Chicago on Tuesday morning. It's ridiculous when the line for security winds outside. I'm surprised I'm not in any of the photos in the story.

The sad part is that I knew this was going to happen, given that it happened a few weeks ago and that even the local news was predicting it the night before. I left earlier than usual and I got to the airport about 7:50 a.m. for a 9:40 a.m. flight. I got to the gate about 9:15 a.m. It's not good when the people allegedly helping you out keep directing you to the wrong line.

Look, when a bunch of people in a row are carrying small bags, there's a good chance that they've checked in and are trying to find security. Don't direct me in the same direction with the folks with four giant suitcases, OK?

While I got there early, my co-worker who was joining me on the flight didn't realize this was going to happen. Thankfully our flight was delayed for about 30 minutes, or else he would've missed the flight as he got to the gate about 9:45.

Atlanta's setup just asks for trouble -- 18 checkpoints for the entire friggin' airport all in one place. It's a bottleneck waiting to happen. Oddly enough, it seemed like the line was moving reasonably quickly once I figured out where to pick up the line, but just trying to figure that out cost me about 10-20 minutes.

posted at 12:44 AM

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

 
I'm in Chicago for a couple of days, and I get another chance to see a Cubs game, this time the Astros are in town (and probably at the hotel I'm staying at). So, with the wealth of starting pitching on both sides, what matchup do I get?

Brandon Duckworth vs. Glendon Rusch.

Thankfully, there was lots of beer involved to keep us away from grasping the sheer inanity of the game, which included the game-winning hit from Mike Lamb, also known as the official acquired stopgap at third base for the Yankees after Aaron Boone got hurt and before they got that A-Rod guy.

posted at 12:51 AM

Sunday, May 30, 2004

 
Nostalgia is dead, long live nostalgia
It's now official, I Love the '90s will make its debut in July, further strip-mining the precious resources of nostalgia left in this country. The ad I saw for it was quite amusing, though, featuring I Love The ... regulars Hal Sparks, Michael Ian Black and Rachael Harris (who is of the Tina Fey/Lisa Loeb sorority of women who look far better with glasses) in a 90210 bit.

And speaking of nostalgia, I just finished What Really Happened to the Class of '93?, which naturally piqued my interest since I'm also the class of '93. Even more intriguing is that the author, former Salon.com writer Chris Colin, went to Thomas Jefferson High School in northern Virginia, and I know a friend who went there (long after this class graduated, though).

Anyway, the book attempts to encapsule a strange and momentous 10 years in American history (Clinton presidency, dot-com boom/bust, 9/11, etc.) through people like myself who "came of age" during that time. Thus, the book comes across as more "serious" version of The WB's High School Reunion, which loved to wallow in labels and silly drama instead of "reality."

But back to the book, Colin does a great job of profiling a number of his classmates, writing compelling narratives that show the development of his peers from their high school personas to what they are now. There are even some nice curveballs thrown into the mix (like a career change, family emergency, etc.), somewhat reflecting what these people went through during their lives over the past 10 years. Colin strikes a nice balance of objective detachment (in painting a fair and accurate picture) and emotional connection (when needed to provide some relevance -- like a former girlfriend and his "arch-enemy").

For the most part, Colin picked out interesting people to profile. In some cases, the book would've been incomplete without some of them -- the homecoming queen (who didn't seem the type), the girl who had a baby during her junior year, the guy suspended for having a BB gun in his truck, John Sununu's son, and unfortunately, the gifted kid who would commit suicide while in college. But he also got a nice cross-section of other types: the quiet drama girl, the stereotypical Asian overachiever, some misfit types whose lives have gone in multiple directions (to a Mormon mission, to a northern California monastery, to a world of hazy gender issues). Colin does a good job of making you want to care about these people, even if he wasn't close to all of them -- I'm sure he learned a ton about his peers he never would've believed while in the process of writing the book.

However, while he is trying to tie these stories to the events of the past 10 years (and obviously has to touch on political issues, both national and international), I have to wonder exactly how politically charged his classmates really were back then, and to a lesser extent now. Colin says that the social order at TJ wasn't as much the usual jock vs. geek, but liberal vs. conservative. It seems a bit hard to fathom, and my friend at TJ disputes this notion.

Yes, issues would polarize students, especially in a school in the DC area, but to make it the overarching theme of high school (especially at a science/tech magnet school) seems a bit far-fetched. No doubt, there were some major politically charged events during his time -- the outing of a few students (including one profiled who has HIV) and the fight over changing the school handbook to outlaw harrassment on sexual orientation terms. Some of those events would have long-lasting events on some of the people featured -- another girl came out during college and one guy has now become a she (sorta). But at times the book felt like the profiles would veer off into a political rant, either from the left or the right, although usually tied into that person's career.

I imagine this supposed framing of high school shouldn't be too surprising given Colin's "arch enemy" was a military brat with a definite conservative bent (at least during high school), even though the guy didn't really think Colin as a "nemesis." But maybe that's how some lasting high school memories will end up framing things years later, even while reconnecting with everyone proved to be a catharsis.

Nonetheless, the book is compelling and topical voyeurism, and maybe it's a good thing he didn't touch on pop cultural references, which might've bogged down the story taken away from his thesis. (I guess I Love the '90s will have to do in its stead.) And at least his reunion went off far better than mine, as I've chronicled before. Now if you'll excuse me, it's time find some of my old high school friends on Google, Friendster and those alumni finder Web sites.

posted at 5:07 PM


 


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