Maybe I’ll spend all day staring at the sun and trying not to squint.
Maybe I’ll make a huge color tapestry from my belly button lint.
When I’m sick of takin’ abuse, I just make up some lame excuse.
Freedom’s just seven digits away…

– “Weird Al” Yankovic, “Callin’ In Sick”

Truth be told, I am home sick today, done in by an upset stomach and probably too little sleep. My boss, who is still on his sabbatical until the end of the semester, is apparently leaving tomorrow for three weeks, so today might not have been the best of all days to call in sick. But what’s done is done. I am home and plan to stay that way. Really want to talk to me?

It’s amazing how difficult it can be to find a copy of The New York Times some weekends, or how quickly a sunny day can turn cold and overcast. Any illusion that autumn might be intent on passing us by is now gone. But I braved the cold and managed to procure a copy, the last on the rack in the fourth place I tried, and I wanted to share this from Jeffrey Rosen’s article in the Magazine section. He makes a valid argument against the coming security state:

There is, in the end, a powerfully American reason to resist the establishment of a national surveillance network: the cameras are not consistent with the values of an open society. They are technologies of classification and exclusion. They are ways of putting people in their place, of deciding who gets in and who stays out, of limiting people’s movement and restricting their opportunities….And if we meekly accede in the construction of vast feel-good architectures of surveillance that have far-reaching social costs and few discernible social benefits, we may find, in calmer times, that they are impossible to dismantle….The promise of America is a promise that we can escape from the Old World, a world where people know their place. When we say we are fighting for an open society, we don’t mean a transparent society — one where neighbors can peer into each other’s windows using the joysticks on their laptops. We mean a society open to the possibility that people can redefine and reinvent themselves every day; a society in which people can travel from place to place without showing their papers and being encumbered by their past; a society that respects privacy and constantly reshuffles social hierarchy.

In our newfound rush to sacrifice civil liberties for heightened safety, we should at least ask ourselves if such a trade is possible. “Although the cameras in Britain were initially justified as a way of combating terrorism,” writes Rosen, “they soon came to serve a very different function. The cameras are designed not to produce arrests but to make people feel that they are being watched at all times. Instead of keeping terrorists off planes, biometric surveillance is being used to keep punks out of shopping malls. The people behind the live video screens are zooming in on unconventional behavior in public that in fact has nothing to do with terrorism. And rather than thwarting serious crime, the cameras are being used to enforce social conformity in ways that Americans may prefer to avoid.”

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go do the crossword puzzle.

It’s cold in my apartment for the first time in a week, and I’ve tried warming my hands over a bowl of some oatmeal and diverting my attention with weblogs, but I think, at 10 am, it’s now time I put on some jeans, something heavier than a t-shirt, and put a pair of socks between my feet and the hardwood floor. It’s a beautiful day outside, and maybe that’s where I should be, but other than buying a New York Times and then doing some laundry, I don’t have much to do today. Yesterday, while the rest of town was consumed with Penn State’s losing football streak, I went and saw Training Day in our one remaining downtown theater. A powerful, often difficult film, and I think if nothing else it proves than Denzel Washington is one the best actors working today. I like what Mary Ann Johanson of The Flick Filosopher says: “Happily, from a movie-lover’s perspective, the film offers no easy answers for its tough questions — it suffers from a few Hollywood cliches of the genre: a huge and unlikely coincidence, an ending that almost loses itself in fist fights and guns and car chases. But, like great film should, it leaves us with plenty of food for thought and fodder for debate.”

My secret hobbit name, apparently, is Drogo Frumblefoot of Bywater. I think that’s pretty keen. But does this mean I now have to finish reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy? Found via memepool.

I have decided, after not-so-careful deliberation, to add the 1965 film Incubus to my Netflix rental queue. It has William Shatner speaking nothing but Esperanto. What better moviegoing experience could there possibly be?

It’s been many, many years since I first read Frank Herbert’s Dune, but reading Jonathan’s thoughts and then stumbling upon this via Metafilter, I am tempted to try again what I failed to do a few months ago: re-read the book. Like I need more books on my plate right now. But still, I thought this quote from Herbert was interesting, as it sort of ties in with what I’m reading right now: It began with a concept: to do a long novel about the messianic convulsions which periodically inflict themselves on human societies. I had this idea that superheros were disastrous for humans.

And you know, I sometimes feel hopelessly outwitted by technology. Am I the only one left alive who has occasional trouble with fax machines?