Liberté, égalité, kookeré.

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In 1793, the French had a revolution – and they decided they needed a new calendar to go with it. The below explains a little bit about how it worked – no knowledge of French history needed — or given for that matter.

The French Revolutionary calendar is comprised of 10 months. One month was comprised of three ten-day weeks. Days were 10 hours long and hours were made up of 100 minutes. A minute lasted 100 seconds. French radicals, drunk on that certain je ne sais quoi of enlightenment rationality, we’re totally into the metric system. They were so drunk, in fact, that their new system actually modified the fundamental length of a second. Seconds got shorter precisely because hours got longer. 10 hours in a day with one hundred one-hundred-second-minutes each, meant that an hour would have taken about 145 “normal” minutes while a second was just .864 times the length of a conventional second. New clocks were manufactured to display decimal time, but weirdly, did not sell well.

Moreover, the revolutionaries decided that the old system of naming months for Greek gods and days for Catholic saints smacked of the Ancien Régime and religious superstition and simply would not do. Instead, they named each month after the environmental condition with which it most corresponds (Snowy! Hot! Harvest Time!). They then designated each day a particular fruit, vegetable, herb or mineral – unless the numerical date ended with a five or a zero, in which case it was named for an animal or a tool. If you’re imagining that life under the French revolutionary calendar was sort of like a never-ending game of 20 questions, you’re probably right.* Imagine trying to make plans…

Pierre: Bonjour Jacques!

Jacques: Bonjour Pierre!

Pierre: I am sorry to hear that your cousin Françoise was beheaded.

Jacques: Oui. But to be fair, he was not a friend of the people.

Pierre: Oui c’est vrai.

Jacques: I do wish I had gotten his recipe for Coq au Vin, though. He made a great Coq au Vin.

Pierre: Yes that is too bad….Speaking of Coq au Vin, we should have lunch next week!

Jacques: Is that in two days or in five days?

Pierre: Next week starts in 3 days.

Jacques: Ah ok. Are you busy on Dandelion day?

Pierre: I am. But I’m totally open on Goat day!

Jacques: Excellent! Goat day lunch in the snowy month it is.

Pierre: Goat day is in the windy month.

Jacques: Right! …. I really need to get one of those page a day calendars.

Pierre: Oui. I recommend it. Also flashcards help. Anyway, I really must go. We’ve been chatting for nearly 100 seconds!

Jacques: A whole minute! Ok – see you next week! Au revoir!

Pierre: Au revoir!

(*Some dramatic license taken here. People actually referred to the days by their decimal names — ie., Second Day or Ninth Day — but that’s still confusing.)

Also, years were reset to one. So for example, today’s date would be Parsley day in the 220th year of the 3rd French Century. I’m not even going to bother figuring out what time it is.

Of course, you can’t actually tinker with lengths of time (even seconds) and not expect things to get a bit thrown off. Or hugely thrown off, in this case. If the system were still in use, there would have been periods where wintery conditions (like, real world January) corresponded with months with names meaning “Summer Heat” or “Flowering.” Moreover, the fact that there were 12 months with 30 days each meant that there were five or six extra days at the end of each year that had to be dealt with. This “intercalary” period was known as the sanculottides – though not because it was pants-optional or even business casual. These “complementary days” were named for the radical peasantry without whom the revolution would never have happened and each day was named for a romantic aspect of this class – virtue, labor, genius, honor, conviction and of course, revolution. Appropriately, workers were to be given these days off. Which was nice, especially considering that under the new calendar everyone had far less free time than they had prior to the revolution (one day of rest for every ten days worked – before the day of rest occurred every 7th day, aka Sunday). Per Robespierre, “Hey Sanscoulottes, just our little way of saying merci!”

In sum, the whole grand experiment was a total mess and no one took to it at all. In fact, Napolean abolished the system entirely in 1805 (or in the 12th year of the first French century). The calendar was revived briefly in 1871 during the Paris commune where it was used for a brief, and no doubt frustrating, 18 days. The legacy of the calendar is also pretty slim. Students of political theory are familiar with the month of Brumaire, of course, and according to wikipedia, the dish Lobster Thermidor is at least indirectly related to the month of the same name (Thermidor — not lobster).

Below see the original decree making that made the new calendar law. If you don’t really care about the history but just want to know what crazy day it is, go here: www.twitter.com/JacobinCalendar.

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Rejected Titles for Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

  • Especially Loud and Absurdly Close
  • Unbelievably Loud and Implausibly Close
  • Ridiculously Loud and Remarkably Close
  • Ridiculously Loud and Not Unremarkably Close
  • Particularly Loud and Singularly Close
  • Notably Loud and Markedly Close
  • Infamously Loud and Notoriously Close
  • Excessively Loud and Unduly Close
  • Exorbitantly Loud and Inordinately Close
  • Needlessly Loud and Redundantly Close
  • Pretty Freakin’ Loud and Super Duper Close
  • Uncomfortably Loud and For Comfort, Too Close
  • Take-It-Down-a-Notch Loud and Close-Talker Close
  • Superlatively Loud and Superlatively Close

Buy My Life Rights! An FAQ for Interested Investors.

Why should I invest in your life rights?

GREAT QUESTION. Nothing can get made in Hollywood these days that isn’t based on some sort of source material. If you want to make a movie that isn’t based on a real life event or spun off from a book, newspaper article, sketch comedy show, video game, amusement park ride or celebrity tweet you might as well give up now – it’s not getting made. So what’s a budding film investor to do? Option! But there’s a problem there, too… rights are expensive and almost everything is taken. But guess what hasn’t been optioned? That’s right — my life story! Bam!

What is the scope of the rights I am about to buy?

I asked my lawyer about this. He was all, ‘basically you can do whatever you want with them once you buy them.’ You can make a movie, write a book, develop a tv show, and produce action figures, parade floats or even snacks such as sandwich cookies shaped like my cat or cheese doodles the color of my hair. He also said a bunch of legal stuff that I didn’t understand including something about exclusive rights in this universe as well as any and all future universes – which, if you think about it, is a pretty good deal. We don’t even know if future universes exist, yet you would already own something in them. Talk about starting with a leg up! Plus I believe I have a lot of intergalactic appeal.

What makes your life story interesting? Have you overcome adversity – physical, mental or otherwise?

Did you see that movie about a guy who gets his arm stuck under a bolder in a remote part of the desert and has to amputate it in order to free himself and save his own life?? That was a true story! I have not done that. I broke my wrist once at summer camp and after spending 24 hours applying ice packs in the infirmary the camp nurse finally agreed to take me to a local hospital for treatment. That was an ordeal! Also, I was illiterate until I was nearly five years old. Eventually, however, I overcame surmountable odds and learned to read. I have very few memories of those early years but I have no doubt that I persevered even as the stigma of illiteracy was most keenly felt.

What about romance? Have you ever “met cute” a future partner or had a steamy, forbidden affair?

I have met several nice young men online – though their life rights will have to be negotiated independently.

Have you been witness to or taken part in any notable historic events?

Who do you think you are, Merchant Fancypants Ivory?

But if you insist… I survived the great blizzards of 78,79,80, 81-87, 88, 89, 90, 91-93 and 94 – 2011. I also voted for the first black president.

I am buying the rights to your entire life — do you have any plans for the future that might make a good story? Do you plan to go on any adventures or take on any formidable challenges? What can I expect over the next several decades?

I fear change and  generally seek to minimize all risk of physical harm. My motto is “safety first!” and my other motto is “fear the unknown!” I also avoid setting unattainable goals, am conflict averse and aim to maintain the status quo in all aspects of my life.

What else do I get for the money?

I will throw in my cat’s life rights, too – if the price is right.

Are there domain names available that might be of use to me once I own your life rights?

Yes! Unfortunately, www.ursulathemovie.com is taken. As is www.ursula.com and www.ursula-themovie.com. That said www.amovieaboutursulafilm.info and www.ursula-thefilm.tv are both still unregistered as of this writing! I have also owned www.geocities.com/ursulamovie since 1996.

How much?

One million dollars OBO

 

Blood Drive Apology Letter

Last week  everyone who works in my office building received an email from the building management. The subject line was “A New Bulletin Has Been Posted for 250 Hudson” and the body of the email read “Blood drive apology letter.” No such letter was attached however, and as I had (perhaps wisely) not attended the blood drive the week before, I had no idea what management might be apologizing for. I have some ideas though. What follows is what I imagine the missing letter might have said…

Dear Tenant,

The Management would like to offer a sincere apology for last week’s blood drive. Several factors marred the event and we felt it was appropriate to offer the following explanation(s). Please feel free to contact us with additional questions or concerns.

First and foremost, we regret that the blood drive staff was somewhat under qualified. In retrospect we recognize that this was primarily a scheduling error — as any good New Yorker knows, it is nearly impossible to find a good phlebotomist in the city during the month of August. Unfortunately, with all our reliable blood drawers down the shore, we were forced to recruit from the ranks of itinerant labor who congregate daily in the parking lot of the New Brunswick Home Depot. As it turns out, learning how to properly draw blood is  not “one of those things” that can be easily learned by watching an eHow video. Ditto if English is not your first language and you are watching the video on someone’s phone in the back of a pickup truck en route from New Jersey.

Furthermore, it was probably ill-advised to hold the drive on Bring Your Child to Work Day. As a rule, the Red Cross does not require that individuals under the age of 8 indicate whether they’ve ever had sex with a man who’s had sex with another or man or used intravenous drugs since the year 1977. As another rule, the Red Cross does not take blood donors under age 8  - our bad.

For anyone who wanted to give blood but was told they were ineligible due to borough of residence, we stand corrected — the Bronx is technically not a malarial region.

Sorry, too about the spillage, the hepatitis, the vampires and the vampire bat.

In closing, we would like to once again offer our most heartfelt regret. We look forward to seeing everyone at the “do-over” blood drive in October (Halloween themed!) — this time there is absolutely no chance we will forget the apple juice and cookies.

Sincerely,

Building Management

Cultural Capital for Chimps

A study released this spring claims that chimpanzees, like humans, mimic the actions of higher status members of their groups. Of course, being a sociology nerd, I immediately thought of Bourdieu — as did the author of this article. Here’s the relevant passage:

“In societies around the globe certain influential figures, to use the concept of anthropologist and philosopher Pierre Bourdieu, benefit from “cultural capital” because of their social prestige in a given society. (…)Now, a new study (sic) suggests that prestige is an important factor in other primates as well. By employing a simple behavioral experiment these researchers demonstrated that chimpanzees, when given a choice between two nearly identical tasks, will choose the one they previously witnessed a high-ranking member of the troop perform.”

Very exciting news. But how will these chimps make sense of this new observation? Shouldn’t someone rerelease Distinction, but adapted to this new audience? I thought so.  To that end, here is my small contribution to the monkey sociology canon.

Scenes from my spec scripts of The Wire and Friday Night Lights.

As writers we should always be working to develop our skills, learn new voices, hone our craft, blah blah blah. On the other hand, sometimes it’s easier to just come to terms with our  limitations and move on.  For example, there are some tv shows that, as much as I may enjoy them, I could never attempt to write. As evidence, here are two excerpts from my as-yet-unwritten spec scripts of The Wire and Friday Night Lights.

The Wire

Open on:

A desolate urban corner. Late afternoon.  The decline of the American city — laid to waste by deindustrialization, the dismantling of the social safety net and endemic  racism  — is evidenced by the boarded up windows, a non-working stop light and general blight. The blight is, in fact, quite general.

A DISAFFECTED YOUNG MAN – about 20 years old – African American, leans against a wall of one of the buildings. A very nice car enters the frame and pulls up next to the young man. A MAN gets out of the car. He is also African American, he wears a suit and is about 30 years old.

Disaffected Young Man: Hey. What’s up?

Man: Hey. I’m looking for some drugs.

Disaffected Young Man: I don’t know anything about drugs. Don’t talk to me. I will get mad!

Man: Come on! I know you know where some are. Either the kind you smoke or the other kind. Give me them!

Disaffected Young Man: Please leave my sight. I’m not kidding around!

Man: Give me the drugs!

Disaffected Young Man: I’m serious. I have weapons.

Man: Plural?

Disaffected Young Man: Well, some other people I know also have weapons and we will look for you and possibly hurt you.

Man: Look. Even though I recognize that my animosity towards you is caused by — and is central to the reproduction of –  the deeply racist ideology that maintains our shared oppression and economic  marginalization, I am still very angry at you.

Disaffected Young Man: I share that opinion. Nonetheless, how do I know you’re not a cop?

Man: If I were a cop would it matter?

Disaffected Young Man: That’s true. Even the institutions that we accept as legitimate maintain their authority through force as well as other, more subtle, means of coercion. Also, some cops like drugs.

Man: Yes. I like drugs.

Disaffected Young Man: So it’s true. The corruption is coming from within the system.

Man: Meh.

Disaffected Young Man: I will take you to the drugs. But I still hate you.

Man: You suck.


Friday Night Lights


It’s Friday night. The Panther’s arena (or area where they play football… field?) is packed with fans. It seems like the whole town of Dillon is out for the Big Game. Everyone is dressed in blue and yellow.

The PANTHERS are on the field. Also, there is ANOTHER TEAM. They are dressed in purple and white uniforms. Everyone is wearing a helmet. Except the COACH. The coach does not wear a helmet.

Coach: Throw the ball! Do it!

They play football.

Referee: They did it! They scored a point! It’s official!

The crowd rejoices and the Panthers look happy. The other team looks sad.

A Very Exclusive Party in Ancient Egypt

My parents and I recently visited the Brooklyn Museum to see a new exhibit about ancient Egypt. Aside from the usual mummies and pottery shards, the exhibit featured decorative rock slabs that had been the centerpiece of a giant party some time around the year 1400 BC. According to a museum placard, the party had been held to inaugurate a newly constructed palace and that in total, 59,674 people attended the week long event. That was it. It didn’t say “according to records from the time 59,674 people attended the party,” or “scholars estimate that as many as 59,674 people may have attended the event,” it was stated as absolute fact. I was incredulous. I often find myself in disagreements with my boss the day after a work event about whether we had 23 or 27 people in attendance — so how could anyone know for sure that exactly that many people came to this party? There’s really only one plausible answer… really good bouncers. This is how I imagine what it would have been like to try to get in…

Guest: Hi… uh.. Ahmenhotep comma Phil

Bouncer: (to himself while going over a list of names on a very long scroll) Ahmenhotep…Ahmenhotep…Ahmenhotep. Same spelling as the king?

Guest: yep… and I’ve got a plus one so…

Bouncer: (after several minutes and many long scrolls)Sorry sir, you’re not on the list.

Guest: What? No way. I should totally be there.

Bouncer: I’m sorry sir, I don’t see your name on these scrolls.

Guest: Can you check again? I got an invitation I just didn’t bring it. Those things were super heavy! Personally I would have gone with the papyrus velum but to be fair granite slabs are a bit more up market.

Bouncer: Yeah… you’re not here…

Guest: Just look one more time. It’s spelled Eye, Falcon, Reed, Reed, Pharoah Looking Guy, Hand…

Bouncer: Sorry – you’re not here. Ok… uh.. next on line please…

Guest: Oh! Look under Scarab. Sometimes people spell it with a Scarab.

Bouncer: You’ll have to go to the Scarab through Falcon line for that, sir – I’ve only got Eye through Lion over here.

Guest: Just look again – please…???!?!

Bouncer: There are 59,674 names here, sir – I can’t check again.

Guest: Oh. Wait – I uh… I think I see my friend in there. I could just go grab him and he’ll vouch for me. I recognize his headdress… hey! hey Bob! It’s me Phil!

Bouncer: Ok – I’m going to have to ask you to step aside.

Next Guest: Hi Sethi Am…

Bouncer: Yep! Here you are! Welcome to the most amazing party ever. You are guest #43,458. You can check your flax shroud right inside the door and don’t forget to get your mini souvenir rock slab on the way out. Next!

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