Dave shares this interesting article about the world of film theory (which critic Roger Ebert is quoted as calling “the academic equivalent of a New Age cult”). Author David Weddle writes:

My daughter was required to take 14 units of film analysis and theory before she could graduate with her bachelor’s degree in film studies. That’s the equivalent of going to school full time for one quarter, which made it relatively easy to crunch the numbers. Including tuition, books, school supplies, food and rent, it cost about $6,100 for Alexis to learn how to distinguish between a chair and a nostalgic feeling. I don’t like to complain, but that just didn’t seem like a fair return on my investment.

Like Dave, I, too, don’t have much personal experience with this sort of thing — I dropped, almost immediately, the only literary theory class for which I ever signed up, and I can’t recall a professor ever discussing semiotics, even in passing — but I am inclined to agree with Ebert’s assessment, however well-intentioned its practitioners and professors, and however important it may actually be “to understand how film exists in relation to our lives.” Rather than teaching their students to understand film and its power as a medium (their professed goal), the film theory classes described in the article, it would seem, prepare their students for little more than reguritation of the same inane elitist psychobabble.

That being said, I think “Fabula and Syuzhet” would make a terrific name for a buddy cop show.

The Obsolete Technology Website, courtesy of Metafilter. I share this not because I find it particularly interesting (though some of my readers might), but moslty because I’m a little surprised at how little things have changed (at least externally) since my first computer.

I’m not sure that’s the exact PC model my father brought home, and I don’t remember using a computer before 1983 or ’84 (playing King’s Quest, but that’s definitely the computer we had.

Again, the Friday Five:

1. When was the last time you laughed? The last time I remember laughing is last night, watching an episode of Whose Line is it Anyway? before going to bed.

2. Who was the last person you had an argument with? Um… hmm. I don’t know that I have had an argument with anyone in recent memory. This is partly due to my somewhat passive nature and somewhat due to the fact that I’ve had no one with whom to argue. There was a recent disturbance in the caption gallery, where a long-time capper (well liked by most everyone) had really lame insults hurled at him for his slightly-left-of-center political jokes. Those of us who tried to defend him (or at least his right to make them) had similar insults hurled at us. We retaliated. That’s about as close to an argument I’ve come lately, though.

3. Who was the last person you emailed? A quick check reveals that it was actually Tom Tomorrow, to let him know an official transcript for that Joe Scarborough quote was online. Not that I expect a response, and even though I’m sure many other people e-mailed him with the same information.

4. When was the last time you bathed? I showered this morning, less than an hour ago. I bathe every day, whether I need it or not.

5. What was the last thing you ate? A piece of Polly-O String Cheese, last night. Telling questions indeed.