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  • Oregon Trail of Misfortune

    Remember Oregon Trail?  If you’re anywhere close to my age, this game was pretty much the greatest thing to happen to your educational experience.

    I was thinking about it the other day and thanks to the Internet I was able to find a way to play.  I thought I had what was a good crew when we set out, but I quickly learned that my party was not the most ready to make the grueling trip.

    We have me leading the way, the perfect sidekick in Milhouse Van Houten, my roommate MkLovin, actress Anna Kendrick for her small yet entertaining ways, and traveling music courtesy of Norah Jones. 

    As a refresher, here’s where we’re going:

    We set out on April 1 with 1,100 pounds of food and high spirits all around.  But like a Real World cast that finds drama as soon as possible, it took exactly three days for our first major problem to arise:

    Dammit, Milhouse!  I had immediate regrets about bringing him along, but surely a broken leg isn’t the end of the world right?

    DAMMIT, MILHOUSE.  To recap, he broke his leg on day three and died on day four.  Not a good omen.  But hey, more food and clothing for the rest of us!  We got back on the trail and made it across a river, only to have to stop for a day to dry out our stuff.  And then…

    What is going on with this journey?  Are we playing tackle football around the campfire at night?  Fortunately, Anna’s leg healed and we went three solid weeks before she got sick and our collective health dropped to “fair.”

    Wait, a fire in the wagon?  I would think Milhouse would have been capable of such stupidity, but the kid is no longer a part of this brain trust.  At least all we lost was stuff and everyone is waking away healthy.

    Tough getting a snakebite right before Independence Day.  He might have to skip the fireworks and hang out in our charred wagon.  The rest of our July was pretty quiet, except for an ox injury.  Then the August of Norah Jones’ discontent began:

    Typhoid Norah, huh?  No worries, I think she can get through this okay and have a long, productive, happy life.  Pause on Norah for a second.  It seems there are criminals along the route:

    Way to get away with the important stuff!  Hope you enjoy those sweaty shirts.  We haven’t seen a laundromat this whole time!  Back to Norah:

    Strong — typhoid, now a fever.  What’s next, a broken bone for her, too?

    Okay, okay, we’ve had a few of those on the trip already and only one of those people died.  I’m optimistic she’s going to bounce back.

    DAMMIT, NORAH.  Are you receiving vials of disease samples from the government every time we stop?  This is getting ridiculous.  Maybe it would be better if you weren’t on the trip.

    The game doesn’t explain the circumstances of this death, and it’s best for all if nobody asks questions.  #SnitchesGetStitches.  With Norah gone, we can finally move forward with the relatively healthy three of us who remain.

    Come on, Anna!  A second broken leg?  Are you made of glass?  If you’ll recall, we don’t have a great track record of treating broken legs.

    I hate to say I told you so, but…I kinda told you so.  Whatever.  The weak links are gone, time for MkLovin and I to close out this trip.

    Exhausted from what, sitting in a wagon while oxen pull you to your destination?  I’m not giving you a break on this one.  You need to work just as hard as the rest of the crew, aka me, until we get there.

    It’s possible this journey suffers from poor leadership.  I mean, I don’t want to blame myself, but all four of my traveling companions died after having stupid injuries.  I guess if I’m all alone, I might as well enjoy the spoils of rationing for one.

    Filling it is!  With just one person in the wagon and consuming the stockpile of food at a fast rate, it took only five more days to reach our/my destination.

     If only the rest of my crew could have seen such a lovely sight.  Next time I’ll choose a more travel-worthy group.  I wonder if The Rock is available.

    May 24, 2014 internet Uncategorized
  • It’s Katja, With a J

    Is it crazy to name your child after a German clone with an unknown, seemingly respiratory disease who gets shot through the head by a fellow clone who has been released on a mission to hunt down her “unnatural” likenesses?

    In the United States, the answer is apparently, no.  At least, with only data showing the number of children given each name, that’s the case.

    The Social Security Administration has lists of the names people register for babies each year going back to 1880, and earlier this month put out the one for 2013.  Several media organizations did stories about the trends within, most of them about the most popular names of the year.  Vox broke down how the number of kids named after Game of Thrones characters rose again in 2013.

    I’m going in a different television direction with the show Orphan Black, which features much more mainstream names along with a few that barely crack the list each year (the SSA files only list those names with at least five kids).  The show’s main actress, the supremely talented Tatiana Maslany, plays all of the clones, which include Elizabeth, Sarah, Cosima, Helena, Alison, Rachel, Aryanna, Janika, Danielle and the subject of my first sentence, Katja.

    I would not have guessed this high, but there were 22 kids named Katja last year.  That marked a resurgance for the name, which hit 27 in 2004 and had dropped all the way to just 12 kids in 2012.  What happened in 2013?  Orphan Black premiered.  Parents rushed to name their daughters Katja. (Pretend for the sake of this post that there can be absolutely no other explanation.)  Janika saw a similar return to glory, while Cosima continued its steady rise.

    The main male character in the show, Felix, also received a bump in its popularity, growing 13 percent over 2012.  But whatever effect the show has had on the television landscape, its power in boosting names stops there.  Both Helena, perhaps the best clone, and Aryanna, a name given to a shocking number of people, had essentially no growth.

    Alison, another contender for top clone, saw a slight decline, while every other clone character continued the sharp drop that has been befalling them since at least 2004.  Sarah’s decline saddens me the most since she is my favorite.  Maybe as more people get into season 2 of the show that name will make a comeback in 2014.

    I would absolutely predict a massive surge in girls named Kira, breaking the stagnant trend for that name thanks to the adorable little actress playing Sarah’s daughter.  Props to anyone who names one of their twin girls Seestra.

    May 24, 2014 television Uncategorized
  • Nats Liver

    The Washington Nationals are once again hosting a series of post-game concerts during the summer, with a lineup featuring Plain White T’s, Austin Mahone and Martina McBride.

    The concert games are an extra level of fun, but for the second year in a row the artists involved aren’t exactly high on my list.  My brother agrees.  He sent me a chart that’s been going around the Internet in the past few weeks showing the fees certain artists get for doing shows, which of course gives me the opportunity to re-imagine what the NatsLive series could be.

    First, let’s take a historical look to figure out what sort of budget the team is using.  Here are the acts from 2012-2014, with the lowest end of the prices from the chart (which several articles note may be inflated):

    So it seems like we’re basically working with $200,000 and three concert dates.  Obviously the team wants to attract people to buy tickets to the game, and ideally wants those who otherwise wouldn’t be coming that night or perhaps not even attend a game all season.  My brother and I have discussed the optimal mix of acts to achieve this goal, and we think you want a rock band that appeals to people 25-40, a country-ish artist, and some sort of up-and-comer, perhaps more on the pop side who skews younger.

    With all that in mind, I threw together three lineups I think would achieve those goals within that budget:

    I think 311, Incubus and Paramore would be KILLER in this concert format.  The best one I’ve seen so far was Third Eye Blind, and each of those bands would easily do just as well at Nats Park, and likely better.

    Of course we don’t know how much the Nats are actually spending, and there’s the huge question of availability.  There are a lot of music venues in the DC area, and if you have a tour swinging through in July, you’re not cannibalizing your audience by play Nats Park in August. 

    That said, we can dream, right?

  • Might Want to Double Check That

    2014 is an election year, and in case you thought that in today’s age political parties had achieved some magical, big-data efficiency, I can assure you they continue to poorly allocate their resources.

    Take for example this fine letter I received recently from the Republican National Committee, which I will point out has simply “Monday morning” as its date:

    They are writing to tell me they are “saddened” to see me go, and want to know if I will continue my financial support for the party:

    Here’s the problem: I’ve never given a cent to the Republican party or any other political party.  But apparently losing even that non-existent level of support is really stressing out the RNC:

    As part of this mailing, the RNC included an “exit interview” to get my thoughts on the direction and priorities of the party.  Many of the questions assume — again, incorrectly — that I am a Republican and a financial contributor to the party.  Where they really lost me, though, was with their return envelope for this survey:

    I’m not putting my hard-earned stamp into improving your party.  If you want my opinion, you may pay for it.  Actually, scratch that.  I have one very important piece of wisdom to impart about the state of this country.  RNC, you may have this one for free:

    Don’t do the wave at baseball games, kids.

    Democrats are just as guilty of improper identification, though at least with me their misdirected efforts come in the form of email.  For years I have sporadically received emails from the Democratic National Committee or President Obama’s election campaigns.  This one came last month, inviting me to travel to San Francisco to meet the president:

    I’ve written before about how these began as messages intended for someone named Cheryl Wilburn, a name that is close to the username for one of my email accounts.  I hope Cheryl didn’t want to experience the Bay Area (after making a donation, of course).

    No discussion of political miscues or general ridiculousness would be complete without some mention of the state of Florida.  They apparently have record-keeping issues as well.  I haven’t lived there in more than five years, and yet they want me to renew my driver’s license:

    This was successfully delivered to my home in Virginia, and includes spaces to note different mailing and residential addresses.  I’m not going to take the time to research whether this is a standard practice in other states, but it seems a little nutty to me to be able to have a residential address for a driver’s license in one state and a mailing address in another.

    At least I can’t register to vote in Florida or anything.  Wait, actually there’s a form for that in there too:

    Keep up the good work, Florida.

    May 21, 2014 Uncategorized
  • Girl, Gone

    Gillian Flynn’s “Gone Girl” is one of those books I will not be able to say much about, except that you have to read it.  Just do it.  It’s phenomenal.

    Flynn has crafted a story with so many twists and turns that to talk about the plot at all would be criminal.  When I finished, I wanted to talk about it with someone, and in this digital age I can share that exact moment:

    @lb_423 YO, you’ve read Gone Girl, right? #holysmokes
    — Chris Hannas (@cjhannas) May 3, 2014

    Flynn writes the story with two narrators who alternate chapters, a husband who gives his side from the day the book starts and a wife who begins in the past with their first meeting and slowly catches up.  I’ve always been drawn to this type of storytelling, with its inherent tension and anticipation of the payoff moment when the two timelines converge.  And when they do, #holysmokes.

    At its heart, the story is about relationships and the complexity that comes with each person pursuing individual and collective interests.

    The wife, Amy, talks about her struggle in living her life with husband Nick, and what we’re all seeking in someone else.

    “Because isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood?” she says.  “He gets me.  She gets me.  Isn’t that the simple magic phrase?”

     “So you suffer through the night with the perfect-on-paper man,” she continues.  “…And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine.  And your life is a long line of fine.”

    I can’t speak for everyone, but I’m guessing we’ve all been in that relationship at one point or another.  The “long line of fine.”  It’s the type of situation that makes you wonder if you’re being too picky, if that person should be enough, or whether you’ve realized that fine is not fine.

    Later describing her unhappiness, the kind that stems from misaligned priorities, Amy says, “I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.”  We all have different styles and needs, and that’s one of the great challenges of relationships, right?  How do you get what you need, while at the same time giving what they need?

    Flynn is supremely effective at using specific imagery to pound home certain points.  Nick describes himself and the way people perceive him — a key part of the story — by saying, “I have a face you want to punch.”  Eight words and you can’t help but to see that face for the rest of the book.

    On a related note, it’s kind of funny that in the movie version, which comes out in October, Nick is being played by Ben Affleck.  Did they even have to audition anyone else?

    In summary, if you haven’t already brought up your Amazon or Barnes and Noble account, or grabbed your keys to head out to the bookstore, I question your priorities in life.  Get reading!

    May 17, 2014 books Uncategorized
  • Box 27, Check

    I don’t like to claim sole credit for the actions of American media institutions, but I think I deserve some kudos for what has happened at The New York Times.

    You may recall that in January I talked about the irksome way the Times revamped its homepage with 27 boxes for different sections of content, but only filled 26 of them.  The bottom looked like this:

    And now?  To the satisfaction of those who need dollar bills pointing the same way, alphabetized bookshelves and email accounts with zero unread messages, the homepage has a full 27 boxes:

    You might question how much influence I had on this issue, and I’ll give you that.  My one blog post and two emails to people at the Times may not have made the difference this time.

    So who can we really thank?  Let’s trace this back to Nate Silver.  Last summer, Silver took his stats-centered FiveThirtyEight blog from its former home at the Times to ESPN.  Then in late April the newspaper announced its new section to replace Silver, called The Upshot, which found a nice landing spot in Box 27.

    So thanks, Nate.  And thank you, wise people at The New York Times, for giving my brain a little less to worry about in this grand world of ours.

    May 13, 2014 Uncategorized
  • Brick Simpsons

    It’s no secret I am a huge fan of The Simpsons, so when a friend alerted me that LEGO was putting out a Simpsons set, there was no question I was going to get it.  That’s one of the perks of being an adult, right?  Right?

    This was one of those times in life when the product vastly exceeded my expectations.  I never looked to see how many pieces were in this thing before I hit the “Check Out” button, so I was surprised when this giant box arrived at my door with more than 2,500 LEGOs inside.

    I have to give them tremendous credit for their attention to detail with things like little hot dogs that go on the grill, or the “Property of Ned Flanders” stickers that are meant for a few items.  They also get huge points for cleverly finding ways to make certain objects in the Simpson household.  More than a couple of  times I was following the instructions for building some small item, not sure of what it was, then hit a eureka! moment and had to laugh at the crib, kitchen sink or shower head that somehow emerged out of regular LEGO pieces.

    With that many pieces, it took me several hours over two days to complete, but with the magic of time-lapse photography, you can watch it all come together in two minutes:

    I used the tiny bit of battery life left in my camera after all that to take a few other shots, including what I think is the proper way to transport a baby safely with a car:

    And Lil’ Lisa checking the mail (at the mailbox I only now noticed isn’t quite fully snapped together…):

    I think the car is really my favorite piece. It rolls smoothly enough that it could be its own toy, and in my younger days would have already crashed against a wall and smashed into a hundred lego pieces.  And that would have been awesome.

    The time-lapsing was super easy to do using an app on my phone and a simple trick in Adobe Premiere, so definitely look forward to more of those in the future now that I know how.

    Also, go buy yourself LEGOs! They are super fun.

  • Chwilbur Is Online

    After reading this history of AOL’s Instant Messenger program, naturally my thought was, “I wonder what it looks like if I sign in today?”

    My next question, “What are the chances I remember my password?”

    AIM was the ubiquitous online thing during my late high school years and certainly through college.  Asking if someone was on AIM then was like seeing if they have Facebook now.  At any time of the day, you could log on and see the icon of that little yellow AOL guy next to a screenname chosen by one of your friends and fire off a message to chat with or bother them.

    But that was a long time ago.  After nailing my password on the first try (real useful info to keep stored in that brain of yours, Chris), I was a little surprised at what I saw:

    I have friends!  Online!  TWO of them!!!

    Granted, they have those little phone icons and not the “I’m online just like you!” yellow guys, but still.  I sent a message to PATMAN04, my brother, who told me he set up AIM years ago to just text him when someone sends him an IM:

    Why yes, yes I was.  For helenafalz, I used SnapChat to send her a picture of my buddy list, and her response made it clear she probably last logged in roughly when I did:

    Now, of course, it’s so easy to get in touch with anyone you want at any time, whether through texting, gchat, Facebook or any number of apps, like SnapChat.  However, none of them will ever have the fully satisfying experience that came with AIM’s sound effects:

    Long live AIM.

    April 26, 2014 internet Uncategorized
  • Bryce Harpmani

    Our brains make weird connections to things.

    Last night, I was watching the Nationals play the Padres, and Nats outfielder Bryce Harper hit a double.  This is not a novel occurrence and in most instances would have resulted in nothing but normal, baseball-rooting delight.

    But then the camera cut to him standing up from his slide into second base, standing there helmetless with a faraway stare, and for some reason that reminded my brain of a cologne ad:

    How long until Bryce ends up in a Giorgio Armani cologne commercial?
    — Chris Hannas (@cjhannas) April 25, 2014

    In case your brain isn’t recalling what I’m talking about, it’s one of these:

    And to bring this all full circle, naturally I had to take time this morning to fully realize my Bryce vision:

    I’ll see myself out.

    April 25, 2014 baseball Uncategorized
  • Completing The Circle

    I make absolutely no secret that I am a user of the Internet who is fully comfortable sharing information, interacting with others — even complete strangers — without a second thought.  For some people, that’s completely normal, while others are incredibly guarded about their digital lives.  That’s okay too.

    In his book “The Circle,” Dave Eggers presents a story that I’m going to dub a reductio ad absurdum argument for the Internet.  That’s where you take an idea, and to expose it’s shortcomings, you argue it to its farthest conclusions and comment on that result.

    “The Circle” follows a young woman named Mae who gets a job at the hottest tech company in Silicon Valley (called The Circle), one that has basically brought together every big social media platform under one roof. 

    She’s a tech neophyte when she arrives on the kind of campus we’ve come to expect from these companies.  She has email and a few social media accounts, but she doesn’t use them much.  As she gets settled into her job in customer service, she gets gentle reminders from her bosses that she is supposed to be using the products a certain amount.

    At one point, she gets called in for a talk that definitely reminded me of Jennifer Aniston’s character being scolded for not having enough “flair” in “Office Space.”  People were upset with Mae for not commenting on or liking their posts, and for ignoring invitations to the nearly constant events on campus.

    “I asked you to come in just to, well, to square that with your social behavior here, and the message it’s sending,” her boss says.

    Mae vows to do better, and throws herself into a flurry of social media activity.  This is the beginning of the kind of digital creep we’ve all experienced going from the same zero point to wherever we are now.  Think about the times you flip over to Facebook for the first time in a day or two and feel like you’ve missed a mountain of stuff and have to catch up.  It’s not important in the least that you do, but I know I’m not alone in feeling the pull to try to look at it all.

    That creep, the acceptance of a new level of connectedness, is pervasive in the book.  It’s Mae’s entire journey as she ascends through the ranks of the company, which gives its employees scores on a wide variety of their activities and an overall ranking based on how much they participate.  She arrived unaffected by social media, but quickly becomes obsessed.

    The Circle was founded with good intentions, things like eliminating anonymous online comments to promote more civility and bringing together your million different social media accounts into one spot that would be easier to manage.  The key thing about the book is that it is rooted in reality.  We’ve seen a wave recently of companies ditching anonymous comments, like Google requiring Google+ accounts on YouTube and HuffingtonPost making people sign in with Facebook.  It’s a great idea in itself, but what Eggers does is take those pieces and build on them, showing that when Mae accepts each new thing as normal, they just add a higher level of connectedness and another after that.

    The company pioneers things like a series of small cameras placed all over the world.  The goal espoused by one of the bosses is for every bit of information to be available to everyone at all times.  At a company event, the words “All that happens must be known” are shown on a screen.

    That evolves to people, including Mae, wearing cameras around their necks every waking hour, streaming their entire lives over the Internet.  Mae talks about certain benefits, like giving up soda knowing that people are watching and being influenced by her actions.  Politicians flock to use the system to show they are not corrupt.

    As one of the bosses puts it, “Who would do something unethical or immoral or illegal if they were being watched.”

    But as with every other move in the book, what has you nodding in agreement one second has you questioning the other side the next.  Sure, people would be less likely to commit a crime in a world completely saturated with cameras.  But at what point are we giving up our ability to be humans?  I’m not saying I need to carjack someone, but isn’t your ethics a big part of who you are?  Is not robbing someone because there’s a camera fake ethics?

    And what about private conversations?  At one point, Mae takes part in a presentation that utilizes the phrase “privacy is theft.”  Should we not be able to have personal secrets, secrets among friends, private moments that are ours?

    A few years ago I did a post with audio tapes that my mom’s family sent back and forth to her dad while he was deployed overseas in the army.  In one of them, my grandmother is talking directly to my grandfather (through the tape) and says that while she loves their children and their life as a family, she loves the world they inhabit just as the two of them.

    Whether we think about it or not, we have those private lives with a lot of people.  We have moments just being with each other that would be unquestionably altered by a camera around our necks and someone out there in the world somewhere watching on their laptop.  Think about all the things you would never ever say to certain people, either because you don’t want to be seen in that level of vulnerability, or because you fear embarrassment.  Imagine a website where you could go to just watch person after person ask someone on a date and get shot down, or another where you could see every disastrous job interview.

    We need to be able to fail at things, to show ourselves to both the people who matter to us and to random people we meet without the fear of having our natural human emotions and experiences turned against us, or even witnessed by others.

    Mae’s obsession takes on a new dimension after the company develops a system for full, direct democracy, and tests it out by asking everyone at the company if Mae is awesome.  Hundreds say no.  She is completely unraveled wondering who and why.  Remember all those rumors you’ve heard over the years about Facebook potentially adding a “dislike” button?  Maybe there’s a good reason for that not happening.  While Facebook does portray a certain “best of” for people’s lives that inevitably makes us think everyone else is happier and more successful than we are, I’m okay with people saying why they dislike something in a comment or just ignoring it.  I could be wrong about that.

    Eggers uses Mae’s ex-boyfriend Mercer as the counter to her acceptance.  He wants no part of The Circle or any of its services.  So, while Mae is saying things like, “I want to be seen.  I want proof I existed,” Mercer decries what he calls a “sickness” for people like her to need not only their own data, but his and everyone else’s too.

    “Like everything else you guys are pushing, it sounds perfect, sounds progressive,” he says, “but it carries with it more control, more central tracking of everything we do.” 

    I’ve preached my love of Eggers’ work a lot over the years, but other than “A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius” this is his best.  I’ve barely scratched the surface in this ridiculously long post.  If you think at all about the way our digital lives are now and will progress and all the issues and implications, you have to read it.  It will make you think a lot about how you interact not only with the online world, but the vast expanse of humanity that is not wired.

    April 11, 2014 books Uncategorized
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