Focus

Via The Morning News, Howard Hill reports on a perhaps unexpected market for e-books on small screens like iPhone: dyslexics.

So why I had found it easier to read from my iPhone? First, an ordinary page of text is split into about four pages. The spacing seems generous and because of this I don’t get lost on the page. Second, the handset’s brightness makes it easier to take in words. “Many dyslexics have problems with ‘crowding’, where they’re distracted by the words surrounding the word they’re trying to read,” says John Stein, Professor of Neuroscience at Oxford University and chair of the Dyslexia Research Trust. “When reading text on a small phone, you’re reducing the crowding effect.”

As You Like It: an update: 1

We had our first stumble-through of Act 1 tonight, and it wasn’t bad. It was even good, in spots. Most people are off book, or nearly so, so there is some real acting going on. Alas, I still have a lot of work to do in our scene 12 (Shakespeare’s II.vii). But we have some talented, hard-working cast members playing the young lovers, and Jay’s Touchstone is giving me a lot to work with, so I think it will be an enjoyable show.

We have most of the rolling and sliding set pieces built and available for rehearsal, so Michael has already assigned scene shifting responsibilities, and we worked those into the run.

Michael has set the play neither in Shakespeare’s time nor our own, but rather at an interesting juncture in recent European history. So the forest-dwellers, like Brian (Silvius) and me, are shaggy-haired. So shaggy that I’m counting the days until I can cut my hair in May.

Moreso than “All the world’s a stage,” Michael and I are wrestling with Jaques’ material from earlier in that scene. The passage that begins, “Why, who cries out on pride” is especially vexatious. It’s not that the reasoning is all that subtle: for the most part, it’s just variations on “I can criticize anyone, and if he complains, then I win (because my criticism strikes home), and if he does not, I win (because he’s innocent and I’m just blah-blah-blah).” But the language is a little twisted, and the trick of physicalizing the argument so that the audience can follow it has escaped me so far. The couplet “Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea/Till that the weary very means do ebb?” is a challenge. Footnotes in some of my sources suggest emending wearer’s or watery for weary, but I’m not sure that any reading makes any more sense.

Aliens?

Not to be outdone by The Flibbertigibbet in documentary comprehensiveness (although I yield in the area of single-minded devotion to the craft), herewith my theater viewing statistics for the past twelvemonth. The plus-ones are shows that I called or was in.

  • April 2009: 1
  • May 2009: 5+1
  • June 2009: 3
  • July 2009: 2
  • August 2009: 5+1
  • September 2009: 4
  • October 2009: 4+1
  • November 2009: 7
  • December 2009: 3
  • January 2010: 5+1
  • February 2010: 2
  • March 2010: 3

44 (+4) isn’t anywhere close to 121.

Scoundrels

Back in the 1990s, I had a close friend who joined a multi-level marketing organization, a rather large one. One of the things she told me was that the company was experiencing strong growth overseas, in places like South Korea. Perhaps there is a connection to an anecdote that Barbara Demick tells in her book Nothing to Envy. The book recounts the recent economic implosion of North Korea through the lives of six defectors. And so maybe it can shed some light on one of the engines of that MLM growth.

Although South Korea did not expressly encourage defections, those that made it into the country could qualify for acculturation training and a generous one-time payment. But North Korean emigrés often remained naive about matters economical, starting with basics like how to balance a checkbook. Demick’s pseudonymous Dr. Kim, formerly a physician in the North Korean system, learns a hard lesson:

In March 2002, Dr. Kim arrived at Incheon Airport, euphoric at the prospect of of starting a new life. But these feelings did not last long. Dr. Kim was convinced by a man she met at church to invest most of the $20,000 resettlement in a direct sales operation in which she was supposed to peddle soap and cosmetics to acquaintances. Dr. Kim hadn’t learned enough in her month of orientation… she lost nearly all of the government stipend. (p. 259)

You can’t handle the truth

Via Bits, Paul Lamere notes that, if it chose to do so, Amazon.com could derive and publish metrics of how people actually read, page by page, their Kindle-powered e-books, leveraging the data collected by Whispersync. He suggests some useful categories:

Most Abandoned – the books and/or authors that are most frequently left unfinished. What book is the most abandoned book of all time? (My money is on A Brief History of Time)

and similarly:

Dishonest rater – books that most frequently rated highly by readers who never actually finished reading the book…

Most attempts – which books are restarted most frequently? (It took me 4 attempts to get through Cryptonomicon, but when I did I really enjoyed it).

I dunno: is the world ready to learn that hardly anybody actually reads John Galt’s enormous monologue, the one towards the end of Atlas Shrugged?

At the park: 34

Spring Beauty (Claytonia virginica) is just starting to break through the leaf litter on the forest floor. Maples are heavy with blooms. The team spotted Rusty Blackbird (Euphagus carolinus) and Red-headed Woodpecker (Melanerpes erythrocephalus) along lower Barnyard Run. Box #67 has become a dump nest, with 26 eggs by last count. New bird arrivals on the scene: Tree Swallow (Tachycineta bicolor) and Purple Martin (Progne subis) winging after insects over the pond; ants-at-a-picnic Brown-headed Cowbird (Molothrus ater) deeper in the woods than usual; and Brown Thrasher (Toxostoma rufum) at the observation tower.

Don, beware

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At the park: 33

Adapted from my report to park staff and the nest box team:

A fast start to the season!

As of our third trip out, we have nesting activity in six boxes: #7, #13 (main pond), #77, #67, #61, and #68 (lower Barnyard Run). Three boxes are Hooded Merganser, two are Wood Duck, and one has 5 HM eggs and 2 WD eggs.

Alan and I cleaned out the squirrel drey from box #9 (and woke up a cranky squirrel, who promptly exited). We’ve been pulling trash from the run flowing into the main pond, but I think there is more to be found on the west bank. On the 14th, we spotted a Wood Duck pair standing on the boardwalk just beyond the observation tower.

Also on the 14th, Red-Winged Blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus) and Eastern Phoebe (Sayornis phoebe) made their first appearance. On the 21st, we watched an Osprey (Pandion haliaetus) fishing over the main pond.

Diagram

He saw the inside of the [subway] car for what it was: a controlled environment, a staging area, planned down to the last detail by people he would never know or see. No surprises in here, Lowboy said to himself. No accidents. He studied each element of the car with his new eyes, imagining it as a kind of blueprint…. He would never meet the people who’d drawn the blueprint, never have a chance to question them, but he could learn things just by looking at the car. You could see, for example, that they were fearful men. The pattern on the walls, which he’d always taken to be meaningless, was actually made up of thousands of miniature coats of arms, symbols of the authority of the state. The interior of the car was waterproof, the better to be hosed down in case of bloodshed. And the seats were arranged not for maximum efficiency, not to seat the greatest number of people comfortably and safely, but to express the designers’ fear with perfect clarity. No one sat with their back turned to anyone else.

—John Wray, Lowboy, p. 94

The Light in the Piazza

In their temporary digs in Crystal City, Arena delivers an effective, if modest, production of Guettel’s small-scale musical of an American mother and daughter on tour in post-war Italy, an abbreviated family unit in which daughter Clara may be less than she seems. The simple set is lit well by Michael Gilliam: moving instruments allow us to move adagio with Clara and her mother Margaret through the streets of Florence,—although elsewhere in the show, the projections of famous Florentine paintings against the set are sometimes a distraction.

Clara falls in (as American girls will do) with a charming, handsome Italian, one Fabrizio, who has an endearing partial command of English as well as the first act “Il Mondo Era Vuoto,” sung by Nicholas Rodriguez with muscular brio. Indeed, some of the best music in the show is sung in Italian, especially the spiky second act opening quintet, “Aiutami.”

But the story, and the evening, belong to Hollis Resnik’s Margaret, who brings a mature clarity to “Dividing Day.” In the second act, when she cuts short a long-distance phone call to her husband Roy, she gives a little yelp, as if startled by her own determination to carry out her plans.

  • The Light in the Piazza, book by by Craig Lucas, music and lyrics by Adam Guettel, directed by Molly Smith, Arena Stage, Arlington, Virginia

Please don’t tell my friends

So iTunes Music Store retrieved 50 versions of “Anarchy in the U.K.,” but none of them were the one I heard in the Thai restaurant last night—sort of a warbly singer-songwriter chick with piano, Judy Tenuta having an argument with Tori Amos. But there was a karaoke version, and here’s where I had my epiphany. I would totally karaoke “Anarchy in the U.K.”

Type here

Gillian Andrews makes some thoughtful remarks about usability, “web literacy,” and human foibles in response to the Facebook login/ReadWriteWeb flap.

Interface designers aren’t helping. Most URL bars now resolve into search results. This may seem like a good UI solution, but it is a catastrophic mistake from a literacy perspective. URLs aren’t just how we get to a page; they are involved in how we judge its content, accuracy, point of view, and most importantly who owns it.

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The funny thing about the patterns in these misunderstandings is that they predate the Web…. Fans have been writing letters to the heroine of Romeo and Juliet at least since the release of the first movie in the 1930s; they arrive by the mailbag in Verona, Italy every year, despite the fact that if you’ve read through to the end, Juliet clearly isn’t in any state to write a letter back.