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Posts by Ryan C. Gordon
SDL 3.4.4 (a bugfix release) is out now: github.com/libsdl-org/S...
Also sdl2-compat: github.com/libsdl-org/s...
Also sdl12-compat! github.com/libsdl-org/s...
Couple things that have been grating on me forever in Ubuntu, that I'm definitely noticing aren't there to grate on me in a default Fedora install.
I have Fedora on a throwaway Chromebook I'm going to use while traveling...kinda considering making the plunge on my main machines now, too.
Man, the stuff people are doing on the Playdate is _amazing_.
Cookie Queens movie poster with South-by-Southwest Festival Favorite award logo at the top.
Oh man, Cookie Queens won Festival Favorite at SXSW!
This is huge news, and a giant gift to the public good from Eric.
On the way home from SXSW! Had a ton of fun in Austin, and at the Cookie Queens screenings.
Got to see First They Came For My College, and it broke my heart in half. Absolutely required viewing for understanding how fascism devours, and who it digests.
100% my experience too, all of this.
Are you one of those “refuse to watch a movie on the flight, but will spend the whole flight watching the movie on the stranger’s iPad one row in front of you” types? Because I’d like to know I’m not alone in the universe. :)
This is _so good_.
Article screenshot from Popular Mechanics: “Antartica Looks Like It’s Bleeding. Scientists Finally Figured Out Why.”
Definitely not a metaphor.
Insert the obligatory “why did cohost have to fix a bug about posting the entire script to Bee Movie, but everything else has a few-hundred character limit?” complaint here.
(I prefer one long thread posted at once, but honestly either is fine.)
I’ve been thinking about this, and that chart needs a supplement for “how long can you stand doing a boring and repetitive task by hand?”
Like, it will take 20 minutes to make the script work, and doing this by hand will take 10, BUT i will be unable to remain sitting in the chair more than 5. :)
There needs to be a technical term for the threshold where it becomes more efficient to write and debug a throwaway script and where it's more efficient to just miserably do something manually.
Let the sunshine in, everyone.
When they start singing "let the sunshine in," it isn't a joyful song, it's a fucking funeral dirge! A screeching wail of grief, begging the nation: we can all choose to stop this, if we want to. We can make a different choice at any moment.
I guess the show isn't as dated as you'd think, yeah?
This song plays as the tribe is protesting at a draft induction center, and Claude, his head shaved, is packed off for Vietnam, to kill and die in a frivolous war. He walks through the protest line like a ghost, and sings about a dying nation while the tribe chants "the rest is silence."
Here's the original Broadway cast. You'd be forgiven if you couldn't find the song on the album, because it's _actually_ called "The Flesh Failures" and that piece of music is only the very end of it.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLU8...
That track is the opening number from the show, and at 2:18, the massive tonal shift is end of the last number from the show. Let the sunshine in! It has a killer bass line, a hell of a dance beat. A profound exclamation of joy. Right?
What I really wanted to talk about was the last song, which we mistakenly call "Let the Sunshine In." You've probably heard it if you've ever played an oldies station; The 5th Dimension covered it, winning two Grammys and spending six weeks at the top of the charts:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlrQ...
But times change. They march forward. The only protestors this time were the characters in the show.
So there I was, 30 years later, sitting in literally the same seat where I saw Alan Poindexter strip down during Angels in America--a cultural flashpoint that cracked Charlotte directly down political fault lines--watching a dozen people disrobe on the same stage.
And, sure, the nude scene. Act I ends with Claude pondering his fate, his draft number having come up. Behind a scrim, the tribe strips down as the lights fade. It's an act of defiance, a declaration of humanity. A fragile 20 seconds that has gone to the Supreme Court in its fight to be performed.
The original Broadway cast album spent a full year at the top of the Billboard charts in 1969, but I get it, a careful study of the hippie counter-culture can feel pretty dated now.
Hair can be off-putting in modern times; the cast (referred to as "the tribe") would be charitably described as anti-heroes now. Berger hits a girl that gives him a shirt from Sears. Heavily-pregnant Jeanie brags about all the drugs she's on. They often appear selfish, lazy, crude.
It employs the same tactic as Pippin, which drives me nuts: it bounces all over the place, barely holds a plot together, and 100% refuses to take itself seriously, until the last five minutes, when it demands that _you_ take it deadly seriously. Maybe that was just the era in theater, I don't know.
Hair had a revival on Broadway in 2009, but this show doesn't pop up in local theater much in my experience, partially because of the nude scene and partially because it's just messy as hell.
This played for the weekend in Charlotte, compliments of Queen City Concerts, a name that would make you think they _aren't_ a theater troupe, but we'll let that slide. They continually put on extremely good local productions of difficult shows, and Hair is no exception.
Okay, enough of all this anti-war sentiment, let's talk about Hair.