Friday, February 28, 2020

Tennis Balls


Ambassador
Thus, then, in few.
Your highness, lately sending into France,
Did claim some certain dukedoms, in the right
Of your great predecessor, King Edward the Third.
In answer of which claim, the prince our master
Says that you savour too much of your youth,

He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit,
This tun of treasure; and, in lieu of this,
Desires you let the dukedoms that you claim
Hear no more of you. This the Dauphin speaks.
KING HENRY V
What treasure, uncle?
EXETER
Tennis-balls, my liege.
KING HENRY V

We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;
His present and your pains we thank you for:
When we have march'd our rackets to these balls,
We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set
Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.

And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our wilder days,
Not measuring what use we made of them.


But tell the Dauphin I will keep my state,
Be like a king and show my sail of greatness
When I do rouse me in my throne of France:


And tell the pleasant prince this mock of his
Hath turn'd his balls to gun-stones; and his soul
Shall stand sore charged for the wasteful vengeance
That shall fly with them: for many a thousand widows
Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands;
Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down;
And some are yet ungotten and unborn
That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.


So get you hence in peace; and tell the Dauphin
His jest will savour but of shallow wit,
When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.

Convey them with safe conduct. Fare you well.

EXETER
This was a merry message.
KING HENRY V
We hope to make the sender blush at it.
Therefore, my lords, omit no happy hour
That may give furtherance to our expedition;
For we have now no thought in us but France,
Save those to God, that run before our business.
Therefore let our proportions for these wars
Be soon collected and all things thought upon
That may with reasonable swiftness add
More feathers to our wings; for, God before,
We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door.
Therefore let every man now task his thought,
That this fair action may on foot be brought.



Thursday, February 27, 2020

Prologue



Chorus
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention,
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword and fire
Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! 
And let us, ciphers to this great account,
On your imaginary forces work.

For 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings,
Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times,
Turning the accomplishment of many years
Into an hour-glass: for the which supply,
Admit me, Chorus to this history;
Who prologue-like your humble patience pray,
Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.

Endgame

Endgame





Six Stones, Three teams, One shot.
Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves. 
Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know, that doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we're going to win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.

Monday, February 24, 2020

Network



You have meddled with the primary forces of nature, Mr Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tide and gravity. It is ecological balance. You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no Third Worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems. One vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multi-varied, multi-national dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rands, rubles, pounds and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic, and sub-atomic and galactic structure of things today. And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature. And you will atone. Am I getting through to you, Mr Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their Councils of State? Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, mini-max solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bye-laws of of business. The world is a business, Mr Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr Beale, to see that ... perfect ... world in which there is no war nor famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company for whom all men will work to serve a common profit. In which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided. All anxieties tranquilized. All boredom amused.

Lincoln Screenplay


Final Shooting Script

                                                     December 20, 2011


          EXT. BATTLEFIELD, JENKINS' FERRY, ARKANSAS - DAY
                         
          Heavy grey skies hang over a flooded field, the water two
          feet deep. Cannons and carts, half-submerged and tilted,
          their wheels trapped in the mud below the surface, are still
          yoked to dead and dying horses and oxen.
                         
          A terrible battle is taking place; two infantry companies,
          Negro Union soldiers and white Confederate soldiers, knee-
          deep in the water, staggering because of the mud beneath,
          fight each other hand-to-hand, with rifles, bayonets,
          pistols, knives and fists. There's no discipline or strategy,
          nothing depersonalized: it's mayhem and each side intensely
          hates the other. Both have resolved to take no prisoners.
                         
           HAROLD GREEN (V.O.)
           Some of us was in the Second Kansas
           Colored. We fought the rebs at
           Jenkins' Ferry last April, just
           after they'd killed every Negro
           soldier they captured at Poison
           Springs.
                         
                         
          EXT. PARADE GROUNDS ADJACENT TO THE WASHINGTON NAVY YARD,
          ANACOSTIA RIVER - NIGHT
                         
          Rain and fog. Union Army companies are camped out across the
          grounds. Preparations are being made for the impending
          assault on the Confederate port of Wilmington, North
          Carolina.
                         
          Two black soldiers stand before a bivouacked Negro unit:
          HAROLD GREEN, an infantryman in his late thirties, and IRA
          CLARK, a cavalryman in his early twenties. ABRAHAM LINCOLN
          sits on a bench facing Harold and Ira; his stovepipe hat is
          at his side.
                         
                          HAROLD GREEN
           So at Jenkins' Ferry, we decided
           warn't taking no reb prisoners.
           And we didn't leave a one of `em
           alive. The ones of us that didn't
           die that day, we joined up with the
           116th U.S. Colored, sir. From Camp
           Nelson Kentucky.
                         
                          LINCOLN
           What's your name, soldier?
                         
                          HAROLD GREEN
           Private Harold Green, sir.
           2.
                         
                         
                          IRA CLARK
           I'm Corporal Ira Clark, sir. Fifth
           Massachusetts Cavalry. We're
           waiting over there.
                         
          He nods in the direction of his cavalry.
                         
           IRA CLARK (CONT'D)
           We're leaving our horses behind,
           and shipping out with the 24th
           Infantry for the assault next week
           on Wilmington.
                         
                          LINCOLN
           (to Harold Green:)
           How long've you been a soldier?
                         
                          HAROLD GREEN
           Two year, sir.
                         
                          LINCOLN
           Second Kansas Colored Infantry,
           they fought bravely at Jenkins'
           Ferry.
                         
           HAROLD GREEN IRA CLARK
          That's right, sir. They killed a thousand rebel
           soldiers, sir. They were very
           brave.
           (hesitating, then)
           And making three dollars less
           each month than white
           soldiers.
                         
          Harold Green is a little startled at Clark's bluntness.
                         
                          HAROLD GREEN
           Us 2nd Kansas boys, whenever we
           fight now we -
                         
                          IRA CLARK
           Another three dollars subtracted
           from our pay for our uniforms.
                         
                          HAROLD GREEN
           That was true, yessir, but that
                          CHANGED -
                         
                          IRA CLARK
           Equal pay now. Still no
           commissioned Negro officers.
                         
                          LINCOLN
           I am aware of it, Corporal Clark.
           3.
                         
                         
                          IRA CLARK
           Yes, sir, that's good you're aware,
           sir. It's only that -
                         
                          HAROLD GREEN
           (to Lincoln, trying to
           change the subject:)
           You think the Wilmington attack is
           gonna be -
                         
                          IRA CLARK
           Now that white people have
           accustomed themselves to seeing
           Negro men with guns, fighting on
           their behalf, and now that they can
           tolerate Negro soldiers getting the
           same pay - in a few years perhaps
           they can abide the idea of Negro
           lieutenants and captains. In fifty
           years, maybe a Negro colonel. In a
           hundred years - the vote.
                         
          Green's offended at the way Clark is talking to Lincoln.
                         
                          LINCOLN
           What'll you do after the war,
           Corporal Clark?
                         
                          IRA CLARK
           Work, sir. Perhaps you'll hire me.
                         
                          LINCOLN
           Perhaps I will.
                         
                          IRA CLARK
           But you should know, sir, that I
           get sick at the smell of bootblack
           and I can't cut hair.
                         
          Lincoln smiles.
                         
                          LINCOLN
           I've yet to find a man could cut
           mine so it'd make any difference.
                         
                          HAROLD GREEN
           You got springy hair for a white
           man.
                         
          Lincoln laughs.
           4.
                         
                         
                          LINCOLN
           Yes, I do. My last barber hanged
           himself. And the one before that.
           Left me his scissors in his will.
                         
          Green laughs.
                         
          TWO WHITE SOLDIERS have come up, two young kids, nervous and
          excited.
                         
                         
           FIRST WHITE SOLDIER LINCOLN
          President Lincoln, sir? Evening, boys.
                         
           SECOND WHITE SOLDIER
           Damn! Damn!
           We, we saw you, um. We were at, at -
                         
           FIRST WHITE SOLDIER
           We was at Gettysburg!
                         
           HAROLD GREEN SECOND WHITE SOLDIER
          You boys fight at Gettysburg? DAMN I can't believe it's -
                         
           FIRST WHITE SOLDIER (CONT'D)
           (to Green, with mild
                          CONTEMPT)
           Naw, we didn't fight there.
           We just signed up last month.
           We saw him two years ago at the
           cemetery dedication.
                         
           SECOND WHITE SOLDIER
           Yeah, we heard you speak! We...
           DAMN DAMN DAMN! Uh, hey, how tall
           are you anyway?!
                         
           FIRST WHITE SOLDIER
           Jeez, SHUT up!
                         
                          LINCOLN
           Could you hear what I said?
                         
           FIRST WHITE SOLDIER
           No, sir, not much, it was-
                         
           SECOND WHITE SOLDIER
           (he recites, fast and
                          MECHANICALLY:)
           "Four score and seven years ago,
           our fathers brought forth on this
           continent a new nation, conceived
           in liberty and dedicated to the
           5.
                         
                         
           proposition that all men are
           created equal."
                         
                          LINCOLN
           That's good, thank you for -
                         
           FIRST WHITE SOLDIER
           "Now we are engaged in a great
           civil war, testing whether that
           nation or any nation so conceived
           and so dedicated can long endure.
           We are, we are, we are met on a
           great battlefield of that war."
                         
                          LINCOLN
           Thank you, that's -
                         
           SECOND WHITE SOLDIER
           "We have come to dedicate a portion
           of that field as a final resting
           place for those who here gave their
           lives that that nation might live.
           It is..."
           (He chokes up a little.)
                         
           FIRST WHITE SOLDIER
           His uncles, they died on the second
           day of fighting.
                         
                         
           SECOND WHITE SOLDIER A VOICE (O.C.)
          I know the last part. "It is, Company up! Move it out!
          uh, it is rather -"
                         
          Soldiers all over the field rise up at the mustering of the
          troops. Names of regiments, brigades, divisions are called:
          all across the field, the men put out fires, put on
          knapsacks.
                         
                          LINCOLN
           (to the two white
                          SOLDIERS:)
           You fellas best find your company.
                         
           FIRST WHITE SOLDIER
                          (SALUTING LINCOLN:)
           Thank you, sir. God bless you!
                         
                          LINCOLN
           God bless you.
                         
          The second white soldier salutes, and the two move out.
           6.
                         
                         
          Green salutes Lincoln as well and glances at Clark, who
          remains, looking down. Green leaves. Clark looks up, salutes
          Lincoln and, turning smartly, walks toward his unit.
                         
          Then he stops, turns back, faces Lincoln, who watches him. A
          beat, and then, in a tone of admiration and cautious
          admonishment, reminding Lincoln of his promise:
                         
                          IRA CLARK
           "That we here highly resolve that
           these dead shall not have died in
                          VAIN -- "
                         
          Clark salutes Lincoln again, turns again and walks away.
          Lincoln watches him go. As he walks into the fog, Clark
          continues reciting in a powerful voice:
                         
           IRA CLARK (CONT'D)
           " - That this nation, under God,
           shall have a new birth of freedom --
           and that government of the people,
           by the people, for the people,
           shall not perish from the earth."
                         
          Lincoln watches Clark until the fog's swallowed him up.

Gettysburg Adress

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honoured dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863


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Thursday, February 20, 2020

the speech







[Josh Gad]
Here’s to my friend and the ultimate choice award recipient Ashton Kutcher.

[Ashton Kutcher]
What’s up? Oh wow! Okay, okay, let's be, let's be brutally honest, this is the old guy award, this is like – this is like the grandpa award, and after this, I get to go to the geriatric home. First of all, I don’t have a career without you guys. I don’t get to do any of the things I get to do without you.

You know, I thought that uh – hi! I thought that it might be interesting in – in Hollywood in the industry the stuff we do, there’s a lot of insider secrets to keeping your career going and a lot of insider secrets to to to making things tick and uh I feel like a fraud.

My name is actually not even Ashton. Ashton is my middle name. My first name’s Chris. And – and – it always has been. It got changed when I was like 19 and I became an actor.

But there are some really amazing things that I learned when I was Chris, and I wanted to share those things with you guys, because I think it’s helped me be here today.

So it’s really 3 things.

The first thing is about opportunity, the second thing is about being sexy and the third thing is about living life.

So first the opportunity. I believe that opportunity looks a lot like hard work… When I was 13 I had my first job with my dad carrying shingles up to the roof. And then I got a job washing dishes at a restaurant. And then I got a job in grocery store deli. And then I got a job in factory sweeping Cheerio dust off the ground. And I’ve never had a job in my life that I was better than. I was always just lucky to have a job. And every job that I had was a stepping stone to my next job and I never quit my job until I had my next job. And so opportunities look a lot like work.

[Ashton Kutcher]
Number two: being sexy.

The sexiest thing in the entire world is being really smart. And being thoughtful. And being generous. Everything else is crap! I promise you! It’s just crap that people try to sell to you to make you feel like less. So don’t buy it. Be smart, be thoughtful, and be generous.

[Ashton Kutcher]
The third thing is something that I just re-learned when I was making this movie about Steve Jobs.

And Steve Jobs said: When you grow up you tend to get told that the world is the way that it is and that your life is to live your life inside the world and try not to get in too much trouble and maybe get an education and get a job and make some money and have a family.

But life can be a lot broader than that when you realize one simple thing and that is that everything around us that we call life was made up by people that are no smarter than you. And you can build your own thing, you can build your own life that other people can live in. So build a life – don’t live one, build one – find your opportunity, and always be sexy. I love you guys.

Monday, February 17, 2020

Pathos, Ethos, Logos


Jericho

Is it better to be feared or respected?

I say, “Is it too much to ask for both?”

With that in mind,
I humbly present the crown jewel of Stark Industries' Freedom Line.

It's the first missile system to incorporate our proprietary repulsor technology.

They say the best weapon is one you never have to fire.

I respectfully disagree.

I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once.

That's how Dad did it.
That's how America does it.
And it's worked out pretty well so far.

Find an excuse to let one of these off the chain, and I personally guarantee you the bad guys won't even want to come out of their caves.

For your consideration, the Jericho.








Thursday, February 13, 2020

Write Like Kafka

Things to consider...



1.
His initial attraction to Kafka, he said, came partly from overlapping backgrounds.
"Mine is Polish-Russian-Lithuanian Jewish," Mr. Karl explained, "and therefore someone who can get into that Kafka family life. I know how it works. I don't have his hang-ups, but I do have the understanding of somebody who decided to devote himself completely to one thing, which was to be a writer.
"And I do understand a family where it becomes oppressive to the point where you feel that if you don't escape, you're going to be crushed. Kafka never left his family, of course, he stuck.
"He needed it as something to struggle against and that he could hate, and define himself by way of his hatred. That's how he felt toward his father. His father was not that unusual a man; he was a typical Middle European father.
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2.
"what I'm against is someone going to catch a bus and finding that all the buses have stopped running and saying that's Kafkaesque. That's not."
"What's Kafkaesque," he said in an interview in his Manhattan apartment, "is when you enter a surreal world in which all your control patterns, all your plans, the whole way in which you have configured your own behavior, begins to fall to pieces, when you find yourself against a force that does not lend itself to the way you perceive the world.
"You don't give up, you don't lie down and die. What you do is struggle against this with all of your equipment, with whatever you have. But of course you don't stand a chance. That's Kafkaesque."

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3.

"He absorbed into himself everything that was happening," Mr. Karl said. "Not directly, for he makes very few comments on politics, for example. The entire European world was changed, and indirectly the American world.
"Kafka seems to me to have understood this better than anybody else alive, and in that sense he becomes the person who absorbed the whole historical lesson before most people realized it was a historical lesson. A great writer does this.
"What he also saw was something else -- that history was going to roll over everybody, that everybody was going to become a victim of history. That's Kafkaesque. You struggle against history and history destroys you."

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4.
One leitmotif I was unable to preserve in translation is the theme of ruhig/unruhigRuhig denotes “calm,” “peaceful,” “quiet,” “tranquil,” “at ease,” and unruhig its opposite. Starting with the unruhigen Träumen (“troubled dreams”) in the first sentence, the narrative oscillates between untroubled and troubled, tranquil and harried, peaceful and unsettled. 

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5.
The post-metamorphosis activity that gives Gregor the greatest sense of freedom appears in my translation as “crawling”: he enjoys crawling around the walls and ceiling of his room. Ironically, the German verb kriechen (which also translates as “to creep”) has the additional meaning of “to cower.” To kriechen before someone is to act sycophantically toward him. In this sense, too, Gregor’s new physical state appears as a representation of his long-standing spiritual abjectness.

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6.
Unlike the English “metamorphosis,” the German word Verwandlung does not suggest a natural change of state associated with the animal kingdom such as the change from caterpillar to butterfly. Instead it is a word from fairy tales used to describe the transformation, say, of a girl’s seven brothers into swans. But the word “metamorphosis” refers to this, too; its first definition in the Oxford English Dictionary is “The action or process of changing in form, shape, or substance; esp. transformation by supernatural means.” This is the sense in which it’s used, for instance, in translations of Ovid.

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7.
At the same time Kafka’s tragicomic tale—unlike Miller’s—is very often hilariously funny. I imagine Kafka laughing uproariously when reading the story to his friends. Gregor’s naiveté (one might also call it gullibility) combined with his earnestness and his tendency to sound somewhat overwrought in his assertions is perfectly risible. To bring out this side of the story, I’ve emphasized the slight tone of hysteria in Gregor’s voice wherever it seemed justified.


The story is brutally comic in parts, and never more so than at the moment when it is revealed that—despite the fact that Gregor has been living more or less as an indentured servant to pay off his parents’ ancient debts—the family has plenty of money; not enough to allow them to stop working altogether, but a proper little nest egg. And although they are described as poor, they are never too hard up to retain the services of at least one domestic servant.

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8.
Finally Gregor has only himself to blame for the wretchedness of his situation, since he has willingly accepted wretchedness as it was thrust upon him. Like other of Kafka’s doomed protagonists, he errs by failing to act, instead allowing himself to be acted upon. Gregor Samsa, giant bug, is a cartoon of the subaltern, a human being turned inside out. He has traded in his spine for an exoskeleton, but even this armorlike shell (“carapace” and “armor” are the same word in German, Panzer) is no defense once his suddenly powerful father starts pelting him with apples—an ironically biblical choice of weapon.

Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Kafka and Metamorphosis

“In The Metamorphosis, contract and unity, style and matter, manner and plot are most perfectly integrated”.
Vladimir Nabokov