Funny Because it’s Funny, Funny Because it’s True…
The tragic return of Jay Leno, dramatized.
Doesn’t this imply that I should have become a burglar, or at least a stick-up artist?
I recently came across a psychological study showing that Americans tend to choose careers whose labels resemble their names. Thus the name Dennis is statistically overrepresented among dentists, and the ranks of geoscientists contain disproportionately high numbers of Georges and Geoffreys. The study ascribed these phenomena to “implicit egotism”: the “generally positive feelings” that people have about their own names. I wonder whether some of the Dennises in dentistry school ended up there by a different motivation: the secret wish to bring arbitrary language in tune with physical reality.
Every spring, Patterson runs a policy simulation designed to illustrate the difficulty of operating an organization in the context of asymmetric and limited information. Every fall, I run a two hour mini-simulation designed to give students a sense of how the larger simulation will play out. In my first year, I did zombies; the year after was the aftermath of Independence Day, and last year I asked our 35 first year graduate students to develop a strategy for containing or killing Godzilla. Since vampires seem to be in the news lately, this year I chose a vampire oriented scenario.
The scenario was broadly organized around the motivating concept of True Blood; vampires, in existence throughout human history, reveal themselves and demand civil recognition. With vampires the devil is always in the details, so I gave them the following characteristics:
Again, with a couple of exceptions these are broadly similar to the vampires in True Blood. I also gave the vampires a transnational governance structure of generally feudal character. I estimated the total numbers of world vampires at around 15 million, with a US population of just under a million.
I divided the students into the following groups:
Each group was tasked with developing an organizational response to the imminent public declaration of the existence of vampires. I gave each group a few general questions, then set them lose. CIA and DoD each received a bit of additional information. CIA had been aware of the existence of vampires essentially from the point of its founding, as had most major foreign intelligence organizations. The CIA even employed vampiric agents from time to time; a CIA vampire killed Salvador Allende. DoD’s relationship was even longer and more extensive. In its previous incarnations as the Departments of War and Navy, the US military had employed vampires since the Civil War. In World War II, an entire brigade sized unit was created, although it was mainly concerned with responding to the activities of German and Japanese vampires. I also indicated that many analysts believed that Osama Bin Laden was a vampire, and that Al Qaeda seemed comfortable with the use of vampiric agents.
Here are the highlights of what they came up with in the two hour window:
Department of Justice
Department of Defense
FBI
CIA
DHS
HHS
I can’t find State’s response, although as I recall it involved the potential for a separate state solution to the vampire problem. Also, several of the organization expressed concern over the extension of social services to vampires; Social Security, military and civil service promotion and retirement, and other program would have to be substantially changed.
Altogether, it was a very professional and carefully considered set of responses to an absurd question.
A few years ago I ran into the concept of a mondegreen, which is usually defined as a mis-heard line in a song. The most commonly cited examples include “there’s a bathroom on the right,” as a mis-hearing of CCR’s “there’s a bad moon on the rise” and “s’cuse me while I kiss this guy” rather than Jimi Hendrix’s original “s’cuse me while I kiss the sky.”
Thanks to the wonders of wikipedia, I’ve learned that the original definition, formulated by Sylvia Wright, is actually narrower and more interesting: “The point about what I shall hereafter call mondegreens, since no one else has thought up a word for them, is that they are better than the original“.
It doesn’t seem to me that either of the common examples given above qualify. I humbly submit the following as instances from from my own personal history of mis-hearing song lyrics:
Rod Stewart, Maggie Mae:
I suppose I could collect my books and go back to school
Or steal my daddy’s cue and make a living out of playing pool.
The correct lyric is “fool.” “Pool” deploys a clever pun, and a much more arresting image of the feckless yet suddenly intriguing father.
[Correction: Jim in comments points out that in fact "pool" is the real lyric, and that my subsequent interpretation is the actual mondogreen, except it wouldn't be one by the original definition. As Emily Litella used to say . . . never mind].
Speaking of which, The Kinks, Father Christmas:
When I was small I believed in Santa
Though I knew there was no dad.
Instead of the canonical “though I knew it was my dad.” The mis-hearing adds a level of wistful pathos to the proceedings.
Next up, Neil Young, Helpless:
There is a town in north Ontario
With dream comfort memory to spare
The correct line is “With dream comfort memory despair.”
I’m of two minds about this one, as the correct version is more disturbingly surreal, while the mis-hearing has a certain homey charm.
Anyway, I like Wright’s original definition much more than the contemporary (mis)understanding of what she had in mind, which is rather ironic as Alanis Morrisette did not observe.
I’m assuming that she failed to fulfill all of the duties of the position at the high standard demanded by the National Organization for Marriage, and that the crown will now pass to the first runner-up…
…to be clear, I value this more as an occasion for mocking NOM, and of the various conservative organizations and pundits that undertook the lionization of Ms. Prejean, than of criticizing Prejean personally. I think that she deserves some opprobrium for embracing the most hateful groups in our society, but I also think that she’s been dealt a difficult and unfair hand.
This comment from Dave’s thread (also appearing here) deserves the full blog treatment:
First let me say, great blog! Second, let me say I wish I had read it first before buying this book.I stood in line to get my copy of this book from the local bookstore fearing it might be sold out early. Hot chick on the cover, so far so good. Then I opened it and started reading.
To my chagrin it didn’t start out well. I thought well at some point this has to get better. But guess what it doesn’t! There’s nothing at all about dex rolls, dps builds, searching for traps, sneak attacks, assassins, +4 daggers or anything!
All it is some woman whining about how everyone in her party wouldn’t let her make any decisions, about how something called a Couric made her look like a complete idiot (I couldn’t find it in the monster manual but, I’m guessing it must be like a Sphinx), and how her group leader McCain wouldn’t let her be rogue enough.
Well, I don’t even know where to start addressing this stuff. She doesn’t even have any daggers! I mean, that’s hardly the group leader’s fault! She should have loaded out before the quest started!
Plus, on every single page she bemoans her 8 INT build and blames her horrible playing on everyone else! It’s her fault for putting all her stat points into Charisma!
To sum up, this book is terrible. It’s anti-rogue if anything. If you want a book on how not to be a rogue this has got to be the bible.
I’m going back to the store now to see if I can get my hard earned cash back for this awful drek.
Though I’ve been unable to score H1N1 shots for my two small children — a situation that has caused me no end of frustration — I somehow managed to find a pharmacy in town willing to offer me the vaccine this afternoon. Sadly, they only had FluMist available, so I wasn’t able to get my long-anticipated dose of thimerosal. Argh! It’s been a couple of weeks since I got me seasonal flu shot, and my body is absolutely craving the shit. Anyone out there holding?
….Praise be! Thank you, intertubes!
Lesson of the day: Things are always fine if you’re a white male with a college degree, age 25-44. I suspect that if it had asked how many college degrees I have, the unemployment rate would have gone up…
This is amusing enough, but rather past expiration date; I’ve been including sexy teenage vampires in all of my grant proposals for years now.


Gil Grissom vs. Jessica Fletcher?*
*Infant care=too much daytime teevee=stupid questions