The intent of this Success Criterion is to minimize the occurrence of content that requires timed interaction. This enables people with blindness, low vision, cognitive limitations, or motor impairments to interact with content. This differs from the Level A Success Criterion in that the only exception is for real-time events.
Note: Video only, such as sign language, is covered in Guideline 1.1.
Rather than calibrating an on-line test using a time limit, the test is calibrated based on scores when users have no time limits.
The following are common mistakes that are considered failures of Success Criterion 2.2.3 by the WCAG Working Group.
Example 1: A Webcast of a live performance (occurs at the same time as the viewing and is not prerecorded).
Example 2: An on-line auction with people bidding (occurs at the same time as the viewing).
Example 3: Live humans interacting in a virtual world using avatars (is not completely generated by the content and occurs at the same time as the viewing).


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From Sea To Tree
So, gentle reader, we come to day twenty-four in this epic trawl through a blogger's desperate quest for topics. Didn't think I'd manage it, did you?
Anyway, to finish, I sorta refer back to the post from the 11th, for two reasons. Firstly, it reminded me, and thus I meant to remind you, that for most excellent, clear, and fascinating pencil drawings of wood-related labours that I reckon anyone interested in woodwork would enjoy, can I recommend "From Tree To Sea" by Ted Frost. It's unlikely that anyone reading this hankers to build an East Coast Steam Drifter, but I think you could take a good shot at doing so after reading this. But the real joy is in the drawings; both tools and techniques as well as the shipwright's finished work. Throw in the anecdotes and so forth, and yeah. Well worth seeking out. (Oh, except I just looked for the current availability, and ouch, some of those prices... Well, mayhap the local library may have a copy...?)
Secondly, also in the sketch book wherein there was much sea, I also found a tree.
Yeah, that's the actual size. I was always drawn to miniatures. "Drawn" to... Hah. Yeah, okay, moving on.
I'm mildly amazed it does actually look vaguely tree-like and not a green blob-onna-stick, which was the usual lot of trees suffering for my art. Done, I recall, in coloured inks, of which I was particularly fond. Which prodded my memory and lead to my digging out some virtually prehistoric wood-torture of mine.
An 'ickle box for 'ickle ink bottles.
This is the point where I should confess that in my youth I was more dangerous in an art shop than I am now in a tool shop. Yes, that bad. Scary thought, huh? Totally addicted to those beautifully presented Winsor & Newton inks, I was. Sigh. Time has lead to the pigment rather separating from the liquid, so I doubt they're of much practical use any more, unfortunately.
Under the compartment for pens and brushes, another small box for the nibs, and, for a reason that now escapes me, a cut-down matchbox for some paperclips. It's a bit like finding a stranger's box, to be honest, because I remember so little about it.
A flap in the lid pivots down on what appear to be bits of paper clip wire, to reveal a mixing wotsit, and a couple of pieces of elastic to hold the thing securely for travel.
Behold, the secret of successful joinery in Balsa wood when you're only tools are straight edge and scalpel. It ain't pretty, is it? Built up rebates using two layers of 1/8", reliance on an awful lot of UHU glue to hold it all together, and finally slap varnish over the whole lot in a bid to make it act more like wood and less like a dent magnet.
Amazingly it works. Still. The box is in one piece, the lid is a snug fit, the lid compartment flap doesn't come down until you pull it, etc. Could I do it now? Not a chance. No idea how I did it then. Ignorance is an extraordinarily helpful thing sometimes.
Mind you, looking back, I kinda wish my ignorance hadn't included the humble square. That would have saved some trouble.
With that, I bid you all Seasonal Felicitations. See you next year.
"Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
"Mind! I don't mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail."
A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens.
Funny how no-one can seem to quite decide what "dead as a door-nail" really refers to. Seems to be a split between the dead noise made by a door knocker hitting same; or the fact that they were clenched and thus not reusable.
Anyway, neither door nor coffin nails in these pages from the MAC catalogue #34 (date unknown, but probably early '20s), but still, you have ample opportunity to decide whether the prices of cut nails make them worth inclusion in the back of the old time machine or not.
I'm thinking ballast is always good, right?
So the world didn't end. Darn; got to find something to blog then...
Okay, well an article on a guy called Daniel Brush caught my eye the other week. Something of a renaissance man, all self-taught, but in assorted materials other than wood. If you don't count his glorious studio floor, which he apparently sweeps every morning. It wasn't actually the NY Times that I was reading, but their article will do just as well. What takes the eye of the fully diagnosed tool junkie whilst gazing at the slideshow? Well naturally it's those chests and cabinets of tools. Another view in this article too.
My first thought was Holtzapffel for the open cabinet of tools, but I'm sure there must be US makers who are more likely candidates. And the plane in the foreground is intriguing; the thought of wood dust and all those intricately geared lathes makes me blench slightly, but then I wondered if they made planes for trimming lead type in wood as well as metal and I went off on a speculative ramble. Feel free to indulge likewise.
Anyway, interesting chap. I'm sure the photographs don't even begin to do justice to his craftsmanship - but somehow I don't think I'll be popping over to New York to visit the exhibition. Heigh ho.
Tour De Frankly Nuts
I may have shared this one before, from the 1925 Woodworker. But anyway, for the benefit of those really dedicated to the electrickery-free woodworking life but who would sooner cut off their arm than be without their bandsaw.
And with this, there's probably every chance you could do just that...
Further to yesterdays matchlessness, a little more from the MAC catalogue, April 1927. Tempted to scan every single picture in the front pages of same; everything from the handful of sturdy moustachioed gentlemen representing The Staff in 1908 vs. The Considerable Ranks of The Staff in 1926, to the stockroom full of nothing but bathtubs. But confined myself to the departments likely to be of most interest to the potential time-travelling reader.
Is that a fine display of hooks, screws, nails, etc on the end of that fitment? Don't you just long to distract the gentlemen behind the counter, skip over same, and have a prolonged rifle through those shelves of stock? I'll hold your hat.
Right, I'll take a treadle grindstone, one of those lathes, a mortising machine... Delivery? I think that may be a problem, but I have my own transport. Yes, it's that one with the whirly wheel device on the back. Yes, that's right, the one parked in front of the dress shop.
Come with me to 1927, and specifically thumb through the pages of The Metal Agencies Co. Ltd or "Mac" catalogue. Okay, you may go back and dawdle over all the other fascinating things later, but first, take a look at this full page, colour insert for Beckett's Matchless Files. Now I will allow that nothing says reliable tooling like a sturdy arm, sleeve rolled up, grasping a file within the horny hand, right?
But what does an Art Nouveau style border in delicate yellow and blue say exactly...?
I absolutely love it; it's such a bizarre juxtaposition.
The other evening, as the collective brains assembled here at The Towers attempted the Daily Telegraph Quick Crossword, one of the answers prompted my mother to suddenly reveal;
"My mother used to play the mandolin".
Now it wasn't quite as out of the blue as that sounds, because the clue was "Lute-like instrument" and eight letters, but the information was. Ancestry being what it is, my mother's mother is, or rather was, my grandmother. And I had absolutely no idea. Suddenly information flowed, and apparently she and her parents (Ancestral inevitability suggests they'd be my great grandparents) used to play together.
Well I'm damned.
My grandmother was not a lady of leisure, thrumming delicate stringed instruments whilst waiting to be swept off her feet by some passing swain. She was out of school and working at fourteen, and I imagine the solicitor's office she was working in was low on swains.
Anyway, mandolins. S'funny, 'cos I've always liked the mandolin as it happens. One of my favourite pieces by Vivaldi being his Concerto for two of same in G Major:
But more than that, I love the outrageous decoration on the flashier, bulbous-bodied examples. Generally I'm not a fan of curlicues and fancy twiddles on things, be they tools, furniture, or whathaveyou, but mandolins, lutes and so forth? For some reason I can't get enough. Which is why, when I see things like this, I wish like crazy there were approximately 3000% more photographs at four times the detail:
But still, you get the idea. And there's more, if, like me, you fancy an extended drool with possibly a side trip into fantasy. You know the one; where all those tools in the w'shop miraculously (and finally) make you into the genius who could possibly vaguely consider making such a thing themselves.
Of the plainer sort. Much plainer. If it could produce a note, that'd be pretty good.
It doesn't do to aim too ridiculously high in your fantasies.
Okay, so remember the bits of wood that were teetering on the brink between reuse and restore? Recall the might-be-Mahonia that we started the month with? Recall asking about tips on wedge-making? And most vital of all as it turned out, yesterday's Elizabethan name-calling? Add an hour or so of w'shop time carved from somewhere (i.e. I was in too much of a hurry), and you get this mash-up of a result.
I can't do wedges. I just can't. They always look like manure, especially when I manage to split off bits of them and have to wing some kind of alternative design*. But there, it's kinda functional, which is a step up from being two bits of wood, and I got to make some shavings, which is a step up from forgetting where the w'shop is.
*By "design", I do not mean a well thought-out solution to a problem. I mean a bodge. Just in case you were in any doubt.
Bad Bard
It's that time of the year when tempers can fray a little and one finds the need to vent. If, like me, you're a fully paid-up member of the Amalgamated Society of Workmen Who Blame Their Tools, a pithy word on the subject of the marital status of the begetters of the saw in hand might come to mind all year round. Does this lead to tut-tutting from the surrounding populace? Do sensitive ears need to be covered as you struggle with the Crimbo lights?
Fear not. What you want to do is bring some culture to your cursing, and who better than The Bard to provide.
I'm certainly going to print out a copy to hang handily near the bench. Thus, the next chisel to wilfully split the work, can look forward to being roundly condemned as a "loggerheaded knotty-pated bum-bailey", which'll teach it.
Hmm, actually maybe that last bit would be better kept for badly behaving Stanley bench planes...
All Wrapped Up
Okay, hand's up who's used the old catalogue-lying-around ruse to get the pressie they wanted from their nearest and dearest? Yeah, the old ones are the best, aren't they Stanley? This one from November 1951.
I added the colour, and am pretty darn sure it's not correct. But it is festive, so ya boo sucks.
Let us draw a tinsel veil across the rampant gender stereotyping; I'd blame the attitudes of the time, but it's not any too hot these days either, so... Yeah, drawing that veil. See how it shines and glitters? Watch the pretty tinsel. You're feeling sleepy. Very, very sleepy... Now I'm going to suggest to you that you're a chicken, and every time someone says "Beetroot" you'll be unable to resist the urge to cluck...
No, wait, that's another post.
Concerning an unusual Charles found upon a brace. Sorry, too formal? A Chuck then, if you will...
If pressed, I will claim that I seldom buy individual braces. They accumulate via the medium of those package deals known as "the tool chest" or "the fiver for the lot" and so forth. Except it's not actually true. All too many braces of unusual size or design or make have followed me home simply because they were a brace of unusual size or design or make.
One such is this singularly unprepossessing 10" example.
It wasn't even that shiny when I got it, no plating to speak of, blue-painted pad and handle. But it's got the button-type ratchet selector, which is rather cool and just a little bit swanky and first took my eye.
Under the rust, there was a trade name revealed; Comet.
As it happens, the handful of Woodworker magazines (rather than bound annuals) I have from the 1950s gives me many helpful adverts to peruse, CoMeT tools being one such. Here's one from February 1954:
And one from August of 1951. Neither terribly helpful at showing the details of the brace, but I don't think either match.
At least I assume it will be the same Comet; there might have been someone else using the name, of course. Anyway, I can't seem to find any dates for H & D Churchill outside the 1950s; but perhaps there simply aren't any. But in looking I did find this, which demonstrates that well-known chain of frustration from customer to retailer to wholesaler to manufacturer was alive and well in 1954.
Anyway, the bit that clinched the "it's different; I can justify it" purchase was, of course, the chuck.
I should pause here, and admit that every time I set forth to get clear in my mind which chuck type is called which, I slip and fall in a quagmire of patents and confusion, get a splitting headache, and run away before understanding anything. So you're welcome to tell me what this is called and I'll be entirely grateful and not in the least embarrassed at not knowing. My best guess was is would be classed as this one, but then folks mutter about subtle differences and... Gah. Whatever. It looks like this:
The jaws pivot, and there's a nice 'ickle spring to keep the jaws open for your convenience and comfort.
The shell of the chuck tightens up from the back, if you see what I mean, and closes the jaws. Simple but surprisingly effective.
The unhappy by-product of this brace that I had failed to foresee is that now I'm wondering if I can find a tool connection to all Santa's other reindeer. Bet there's a Rudolph someone who was in the tool business in Germany, but some of the others might be a bit of a struggle. Suggestions welcomed in the comments box.
Octopi On The Blog Again
All this countdown to the holiday season, and I've singularly failed to blog anything festive yet. Tsk. So, given that it's carrying both a tool and a tree and thus about the most relevant post this blog has seen in days, how about an Ax Wielding Octopus?
Because nothing says Christmas like Ax Wielding Octopi, am I right? Although admittedly, in this picture, he/she/it looks a little like he/she/it is contemplating ending it all with said edge tool, rather than going on a tree felling spree. Which, from a certain (cynical) angle, maybe says a lot about Christmas too...
Or is that just me?
Yet more extraordinary creations in felt viewable here, and the maker's website. Amazing and amusing, which is always a good combination.
It's 12/12/12!
And not even the Americans disagree. Unless someone rustles up a thirteenth month next year, that's your lot now until 2101. So, yeah, not going to be an issue for most of us.
Next significant date is supposed to be 21/12/12 (More significant if you're American, funnily enough). End of the world, according to the Mayans. Why we're suddenly taking notice of the Mayans when we've cheerfully ignored them for centuries, I have no idea, but if it means we avoid Christmas, I don't mind. An asteroid must be favourite, and no Patrick Moore to tell us about it. Now there's an omen. So book now to avoid getting left out...
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Gawd Bless Yer, Merry Poppins
Whilst diving courageously into the depths of the Drawer of Doom without the aid of a safety net, I ran across an old sketch book of mine that I haven't seen in years; yea, even unto having no memory of it even existing. Most of the contents dates from the summer of '93 and a holiday up on the Cornwall/Devon border. For woodworkers, that geographically translates as "Near David Charlesworth's". I recall it because the cottage had no television and I was missing the final Ashes Test of the series at the Oval, and the only one England managed to win (cricket, 'Murricans). It rankles still, as you may be able to tell.
In amongst the various landscapes and coastlines, it seems a bit of woodworking caught my eye. In a "Oh, good grief, the builder of this gate overdosed on the rural rustic charm before building" kinda way.
Nowadays I'd be taking more notice of the gate (not least, getting the perspective right - pretty sure it wasn't actually as warped as that sketch suggests). Rather a nice change to have the sweeping top rail. I recall that robin did actually pose exactly like that, in the way of British robins. I gather that continental European robins remain the shy woodland creatures they're supposed to be and do not leap on every photo opportunity presented to them. US robins, of course, are quite another thing and three times the size; as witnessed by the one nearly breaking Julie Andrews' wrist in "Mary Poppins".
Ooo, I found a legitimate reason to blog Julie Andrews; that'll be hard to top. Also it's an opportunity to point out that Dick Van Dyke's "Cockney" accent isn't the only thing in that film to make a true-blooded Brit curdle at the edges.
Where was I? Yeah; sketches, the past, where did my vague ability to draw go? Stuff like that. Sigh. When did 1993 get to be nearly twenty years ago anyway? I'm getting to be as old as I feel, which is a trifle disturbing...
Despite what you might think, I'm trying not to repeat myself here, while also relying an awful lot on blog fodder that I already have on hand. A tricky line to tread, as you may imagine, and not helped when the interweb speed is absolutely crawling so checking what I've done before is a form of torture. And adding photos ain't happening until it picks up speed a little.
So, while we wait for that miracle, further to that gauge and the making of wedges for same. Well, that and a number of other wedges needed here and there for tools various. What the heck is the secret?
I mean, I can make a wedge. Of sorts. In a hack-it-out kinda way, but every time I feel like I'm reinventing the wheel. Art more than science. What is the secret to successful wedge making? Is there a primer for same anywhere? "Wedges; A New Angle" or some such title? I don't mean churning out twenty at a time like the planemakers and toolmakers of yore (and now-a-yore, for all I know), because I only ever seem to need one or two, and there never seem to be three alike.
Have at it in the comments box, folks. Your methods, pointers to books or articles, any darn thing. I welcome all and anything to assist me. Or maybe even inspire me to actually, um, make some. As we're waiting for miracles anyway...
Sunday being a day of rest (historically, if not always in actuality these days), I'm giving my little grey cells a rest from coming up with vaguely relevant woodworking topics. That's my excuse...
Although, it didn't work, because instead I was wracking my brains to remember when PJ's hatch day was (PJ being the pre-owned, occasionally homicidaly-inclined Senegal parrot who dwells with us here at The Towers).
I knew she was 15 this year (15! Yikes!), but couldn't recall whether her hatch day was the 7th or 9th of December. Eventually I had to give in, go through The Drawer of Doom where all the important stuff goes to get lost, and find the scrap of paper that told me... it was the 4th, and I'd missed it. Again.
PJ tends to feel things deeply, having had a somewhat troubled chick- and early bird-hood, so it's just as well she can't read a calendar or I'd have to be counting my ears and checking I still had two. So, to make up, here's a blog entry all her own to mark the occasion.
Okay, not just her. What can I say? She has a magnetic attraction and just draws certain people to her... Lucy, the cat, no longer does nerve-wracking things like this. She's developed a healthy respect for just what a beak can do to soft paws and delicate noses, so all communication tends to be at a safe distance now. Thus, when she can resist the lure no longer, she sits four feet away and mews her desire to eat PJ. PJ glares back with an aura of "Come on then, pal. If you think you're hard enough" and metaphorically breaks off the end of a bottle on the bar. Stalemate ensues.
And finally, PJ with her best-beloved, Bertie. Talk about an odd couple; she has all the brains, and he... well, he lets her do anything she wants, as long as he doesn't have to lift a claw. It's like they were meant to be. Indeed, this touching scene is actually PJ just about to pluck out yet another one of Bertie's head feathers. He is, quite literally, hen-pecked. Bald, but happy.
There ya go, PJ. Happy Belated Hatch Day. Yeah, yeah, okay, I'll shut up now and get you a peanut. Sheesh.
Restore or Recycle
Will you look at that - a week down and still going. It's a miracle, I tells ya.
So, just for a change, I can ask you to cast your mind back a mere week rather than several years, and my confession concerning the state of my wood stocks. I keep stuff. Lots of it. Little bits. Really little bits. I tell myself "Hey, that might come in for something one day, you never know" far too often to be wise. In the spirit of admitting you have a problem being the first step to overcoming said problem, I thought I'd take a picture. I got this far and got side-tracked.
See, this isn't the worst squirrelling of paltry pieces of p-, er, wood, by any means, but it is the one that might upset some folks. It's not that long ago that it would have probably had me grinding my teeth a tad. It's where tools go to die. Well, wooden bits of tools, and more specifically rosewood and boxwood.
It's here where the wooden subjects of that tricky decision between restoration and recycle end up. That four-fold rule? I have all the parts, but one of the hinges is trashed. Maybe I could have tried fixing it, but on the other hand, at some point a short length of rule with inch markings may be exactly what I need. (Crivens; there I go again...) And failing that, well-seasoned boxwood, kids! The chisel handle was split and missing a chunk; once upon a time I might have sweated over repairing and replacing, but instead I've already had a couple of nice wedges for restoring a panel gauge out of it and there's still plenty to come. That husk of the Masons' Boxwood Plumb and Level had split where the screws had rusted, so donated its parts to its brother who was in slightly better condition and now back in fully working order.
But there is one still slightly teetering-on-the-line tool in there that's now been drawn to my attention. That gauge. At the moment it's just stock (beech) and stem (rosewood), and I can pretend it's just bits of wood and not another thing that should be on the To Do List. But really all it needs are two wedges and a blade (for I would guess it was made as a cutting gauge). And I do happen to have some suitable bits to make the wedges with, after all...
#46758595: Repair cutting gauge.
I could really go off this blogging every day idea, y'know...
Ooo, some of you are very good at this, and fast too. On the other hand, I did catch out a fair few by duplicitously hinting at adjustability. We'll call it a score draw.
Yes, the mystery pic didn't show the parts fully "home" so I could lead you astray with thoughts of patented augers and such, but here it is, fully locked and not quite such a close up.
Zoom out a little more, and behold, it is, indeed, a "take-down" framing square. A cunning whizz that eliminated that ever-recurring problem for the framing square user - where to put the darn thing in the tool box. The dovetail slide and locking screw make it really very rigid and it's actually square. Even in this example, which has suffered more than a little in its life; alas, even with the helpful direction indicating arrow, someone tried to tighten it up the wrong way, and did Bad Things at some point. Jeff saved me a lot of time with his correct guess, by also providing a link to the patent - much obliged, Jeff!
Once again, it was one of the former owners of the Newlyn Tool Chest who spared no expense and went for the top of the range from Stanley; a No. R100TD. And it really was an expensive choice; according to the September 1937 "MAC" catalogue, they cost a hefty 26/6 each. An equivalent fixed Stanley square in the same catalogue was a mere 15/-. For the benefit of Americans and anyone else for whom the shilling is a closed book, a 1920s Stanley USA catalogue shows $5.05 and $2.70 respectively. Basically, it's nearer twice as much as not, so no wonder you don't see them much.
The Stanley Little Big Book tells me it was made between 1919-1947 (presumably starting around when Eagle Square was swallowed by Stanley?), and that the key and canvas sack are frequently missing. The Old Tool Archive suggests one half of the square can often be missing too. Well anyway, I have the sack, albeit rather the worse for wear.
But from the state of the slot on the locking screw, you've probably guessed that I don't have the key, and it was lost long before I acquired the square. There's a little pocket in between the two long ones for the arms wherein the key was, I imagine, intended to live. Sad.
Perhaps I've never been tuned to noticing them, but I don't recall seeing framing squares much at all round these parts (right-angles in Cornish buildings aren't really much of a thing), so it seems doubly unlikely that of all the framing squares in all the world, this apparently atypical example should wend its way into my w'shop. I kinda like it, although I've never used it and in all likelihood never shall. Although maybe if it had a replacement key or key-substitute, I might... Where's the To Do List?
#46758594: Make key for take-down square.
Anyway, now you car boot and flea market types know to start looking out for ratty canvas pouches now as well as more obvious rust - you never know what you might find inside. And thanks for for playing along and taking a guess!
Tool-oholic Teaser
Okay, I admit it; this one is an utterly premeditated teaser. I'm evil that way. Also, I'm interested to see who, if anyone, will know/guess it. So have at it in the comments and make your best guess; I'll refrain from clearing comments for publication until I blog the answer.
Y'know, looking at it again, it's possible this may be too easy...
We'll Need Considerably Bigger Buns
So, this 'ere plane then. Colloquially known as an "infill" or, sometimes, as a "heavy sonofa-".
This example is 9" long, a full 2 5/8" wide casting (no dovetails here), with a hefty 2 1/4" Thomas Ibbotson & Co. tapered iron. Stuffed, I believe, with rosewood. Weight is... heavy. I haven't put it on the scales, but you certainly wouldn't want to drop it on your foot. Or even pick it up much, to be honest.
And before you ask, yes, those are spots of rust. No exclamation from you about it will compare with the curses I directed at myself when I saw them. It has been an exceedingly wet year, but still... Horrors.
Now, whilst Mr A was spending his formative years learning to be a joiner and offending his mother with talk of "stuff", there was a Mr H. W. "Harry" Harrison also labouring in the workshop. Whether he was a Harold or Henry, I don't know; mayhap he was a Hubert, Horace, or Horatio and the "Harry" came about merely from his surname. History is silent on the matter. Whatever his given name, my notes from conversation with Mr A tell me he passed away in 1950, which is probably when Mr A came into possession of this beast. Now my notes also tell me that Mr A was born in 1930, so how he afforded such a thing at such a young age, we can but speculate. Maybe it went cheaply because, at some tragic point, its nose had hit the w'shop floor and broken off the unusually curly front bun.
At least it's unusual to me; I've never seen one like it. But possibly this is the moment to confess that my interest in infills is... lacking. Quintessentially British tool evolution it may be, but I can't get excited about them hardly at all. So odds are heavily in favour of someone reading this being able to tell a lot more about it than I ever will. Feel free to share, if you do.
F'rinstance, the expert may look at this lever cap and be able to tell you who's catalogue Harry ordered it from. For Harry is said to have made it, and honestly, apart from the vulnerable choice of front bun design, he made a pretty damn good fist of it.
Which brings about a question in my mind; joinery does not usually conjure up infill planes and rosewood. It's more windows, doors, stairs, maybe some mahogany? So I wonder what Harry had been doing in earlier years? Perhaps advancing age meant he could no longer do the cabinetwork he'd done in his prime? Or maybe the post-war era just needed more joiners than infill-weilders? No idea, but I can't help speculating. Go on, try and stop me.
You can see how far down the top of the iron rests against the rear handle; it's a well worn tapered iron, and as a result the mouth is considerably more open than modern tastes would like to see. And probably traditional tastes too. I love the neat fit of the infill into the casting at the heel, and the handle itself looks shapely enough...
But really no picture could possibly convey just how uncomfortable I find it. Oh, I see you rolling your eyes and muttering about "Alf and her handles" again, and yeah, perhaps. But in the search for the perfect finish I reckon Harry thinned the thickness of the handle down too far, and it bites a bit. Otherwise, you can see it's a pretty roomy grip, which is not always the case with old tools.
So that's the only infill bench plane in my possession. Occasionally I think I should probably sell it to someone who'd appreciate it more, but then I think I really ought to have one (British and all, old boy, what, what), and I'm never likely to acquire another, and any financial gain is likely to be far smaller than the nagging dissatisfaction I'd have about selling it. So, I keep it. In theory I know about 3000% more about how to make it go than I did ten years ago when I acquired it, so maybe I'll have another go at it some time and see if the scales fall and I gain a better appreciation of why folks get so excited by infills.
Filler-In
Promise on my combi plane c*ll*ct**n, I did not intend to drag this out this much, but so-called real life will insist on getting in the way... Dropping this one to keep the Tool-oholics from suffering DTs, and will explain all I know (not much), and hopefully get further pictures edited and uploaded tomorrow. Don't throw things; this one was trimmed and fluffed for your delectation at 4am this morning to ensure at least something would appear, so it's not like I've not been thinking of you ;)
Day three and already I'm wondering how soon I'm going to fail miserably in this self-imposed challenge, and miss a day of posting. But that day will not be today, for whilst perusing the notes on the tools I bought from Mr A, I was reminded of one of particular interest that I don't think I ever properly bored anyone with before. Here's a teaser:
Now I know you folks; you want more. More! But the countdown to Crimbo is all about anticipation, kiddies. Plus I've finally finished a fascinating tome entitled Teasing Tool Junkies on The Interweb; A Expert's Guide from Lee Valley and want to advance beyond just theory... So tune in tomorrow.
Or maybe Wednesday, depending on how how soon I'm going to fail miserably etc.
Tool Stories
So mentioning "stuff" yesterday, reminded me of one of my old tool buying encounters. One of the things I miss most about not being on the tool hunt any more is not the actual tools so much, as the people you meet. One such was a gentleman, Mr A, with an assortment of surplus tools from his early years as a joiner. He recalled starting training as a "setter out" in a joinery workshop, and on being asked by his mother what he'd learnt, he eagerly explained how he'd been told to take some 6" "stuff" and... Only to be chastised by his mother for using such an inaccurate word as "stuff", and no amount of protestation on his part would get her to believe that was the proper term.
Looking back at my brief notes of the time, I see his father had worked at William Greenslade's, the planemakers, in Bristol, and he remembered seeing the paring chisels used for cutting the escapements. Polished all the way up the back (for you folks who think that's merely a modern affectation), and pushed with the shoulder. If I recall correctly he said as the paring chisel approached the point of being too short a length for the job, the unhappy planemaker would start the laborious job of lapping the back of the replacement, spreading the work over several weeks or months. I seem to be spreading that particular work over several years, myself... He also claimed the beech plane blanks were stored in the rafters to season for ten years before use. Can't see the accountants smiling on that idea these days, but certainly I have no complaints about the examples of Greenslade planes that I own.
Grows On Trees
Tarnation - I missed November. Botheration. I dunno, this year seems to have flown by on a month-by-month basis, while absolutely dragging hour by hour. Most peculiar.
Anyway, December. Possibly my least favourite month of the year, and this one has started out right nippy too. Urgh. I might try and post every day in the run up to the "Winter Festival", just to see if I can. Woodworking will be the first choice of subject, but it probably depends on how desperate I get for Blog Fodder, because, naturally, I haven't planned ahead. Of course, by now, I'm probably back to talking to just myself and all the spammers anyway, but, hey, that's never stopped me before...
So the foundation of woodworking is, um, wood. Timber. Lumberrrrr. "Stuff", as they say in the joinery trade, in an effort to blind us with technical terms. Casting my mind back several months (like twenty) I remembered the piece of possibly-Mahonia that I cut open to reveal a rather stunning yellow. Here 'tis.
Unusual, innit?
Well, I wondered at the time how it would age, so hustled down to the w'shop to dig it out after twenty months exposed to the air and UV light, and here's the answer. On the left, the back that was deliberately kept face down; on the right, the face side, roughly planed.
So, definitely mellowed even out of direct light, but the face side has gone a rather lovely but less remarkable golden brown. Not terribly surprisingly. It's a bit reminiscent of aged Boxwood, and has similar tight grain - grows just as slowly, so again, not a shocker. Unlike Boxwood, it doesn't have that slightly buttery quality when worked though. Figures. Still, it cost me nothing but my time, and it's bound to come in handy some time. Things always do, however small.
And that philosophy right there explains an awful lot about the state of my wood shelves...

redpajama_set_name: RedPajamaCommonCrawl


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those grey-white gas meter boxes on the outsides of terraced housing
"So playing this, every single time I see something undeniably British, which is approximately every 1.6 seconds in Horizon 4, I double-double-take." John Walker over at Rock Paper Shotgun writes about the strange un-uncanny valley roadtrip that is being a British person, raised on a diet of American driving games, confronting a driving game that is actually casually understatedly British.
posted by cortex (96 comments total) 31 users marked this as a favorite
I suspect this is more or less a familiar sensation to anyone who lives outside of LA or NY and consumes media of most sorts. Stories (and games) simply don't get set in the places you live, doubly true if you don't live in the US.
posted by bonehead at 11:16 AM on October 23, 2018 [5 favorites]
British-set gaming is… well it doesn't exist!
Bro, do you even Hover Bovver?
posted by exogenous at 11:19 AM on October 23, 2018 [7 favorites]
There is a phenomenon of culture that I'm not convinced has a name. Living in the UK, the vast, vast majority of the media I consume is from the US. And nearly always has been.
I've noticed the other side of this coin - over the past few years I've been watching a lot of BBC comedy panel shows, and I'm constantly surprised at how often US-based topics and media come up. Only seldom is a political or cultural topic so UK-specific that I end up not getting the joke.
posted by Greg_Ace at 11:25 AM on October 23, 2018 [4 favorites]
I sort of had the reverse of this when I first moved to the US, after a couple of months suddenly movies have lost some of their exoticism, their 'other' - and it was largely because street scenes were now ordinary
posted by mbo at 11:32 AM on October 23, 2018 [7 favorites]
That put into words pretty much how I feel about the US. Haven't been there, and don't really feel any desire to, but I feel like I'm familiar with every minute detail of American life, that being the bulk of the media we have. Going there would be very much like walking onto a TV or film set. It's not just the big cities either - plenty of American media covers the backwaters, the remote or 'boring' places, and even those can be somehow 'exotic' to an outsider. I mean, I could go and live in the most boring little town in America, and (for the first couple of months at least) it'd feel exactly like being on a set. Part of not wanting to travel to the US is not wanting to 'break the spell', for the alien to become ordinary, because those are the things you don't get back, in the same way that things that were vivid and novel in childhood seem disappointing when you're older.
posted by pipeski at 11:39 AM on October 23, 2018 [12 favorites]
Americans, for the most part, are completely ignorant of how pervasive their media culture is internationally. They simply think it's the natural order of things, like being able to order a sugar drink invented in Atlanta anywhere on the planet.
posted by GuyZero at 11:39 AM on October 23, 2018 [19 favorites]
And that's a big part of why 20 years later I moved back to NZ .... my kids were starting high-school and one of the things we realised was how inward looking US media is, it's like the rest of the world almost disappears (pre the internet is was more than 'almost'). NZ's a bit the opposite, a small country, a bit insecure, always looking outwards for approval, most media is foreign
I will admit, if I ever visited England and came upon a police call box, I'd be irresistibly drawn to have a peek inside, just to see if The Doctor was in.
posted by SPrintF at 11:49 AM on October 23, 2018 [5 favorites]
Why would the average American know that most TV in a lot of places is American? I don't think Americans think it's the natural order of things but we very much lack exposure to other cultures in the media. With the exception of British TV, which is only shown on PBS, the average American doesn't see any other cultures.
One of the best things about Netflix is being able to watch French, German, Scandinavian, Aussie, Spanish, etc., programming.
posted by shoesietart at 11:57 AM on October 23, 2018 [6 favorites]
NZ's a bit the opposite, a small country, a bit insecure, always looking outwards for approval, most media is foreign
Canada does the same thing so it is always funny when some show uses a Canadian city as a substitite for some major US city.
Is there even a contemporary game that uses a Canadian setting?
posted by Ashwagandha at 11:59 AM on October 23, 2018
Why would the average American know that most TV in a lot of places is American? I don't think Americans think it's the natural order of things but we very much lack exposure to other cultures in the media.
I don't really have an answer to your semi-rhetorical first question, but every other country on earth has two primary sources of entertainment media: locally produced content (to varying degrees) and American media.
The US has a tiny slice of British-produced stuff on PBS but that's it. It's not really relevant.
The US Superbowl is broadcast in Canada. Who carries the Grey Cup in the US?
(this comparison breaks down somewhat with the Champions league as it's one of the few sports with a huge global following).
Who do Americans lack exposure to other cultures in their media? Did this happen by accident? Is American culture just more interesting? Does it not strike you as odd that Americans have so little expose to other countries' movies and TV?
This is the media equivalent of that one half-shelf of Marmite jars at that one Safeway in town.
posted by GuyZero at 12:07 PM on October 23, 2018 [13 favorites]
A few years ago I watched Maximum Overdrive for the first time with a large group, and while everyone else was laughing at the evil semitrucks I was spellbound by the landscape, which I instantly recognized as having been shot on location in coastal North Carolina. I never realized until then that I had never seen that particular region of the world accurately depicted in a movie before. I'd watch it again just for that.
posted by showbiz_liz at 12:10 PM on October 23, 2018 [7 favorites]
I had to laugh when I was watching Hannibal and saw the park that's two blocks from my place standing in for Washington, DC, with the Capitol dome CGI'd into the skyline in the background.
posted by mandolin conspiracy at 12:10 PM on October 23, 2018 [5 favorites]
Does it not strike you as odd that Americans have so little expose to other countries' movies and TV?
Most cable packages have hundreds of channels of foreign language broadcasting, which is not on the main channels but is very easy to access and generally no additional cost (beyond the cost of having a cable package). The US also has one or two Spanish language networks that are broadcast over the air and with the major US channels. So access isn't really the reason people in the US don't watch/pay attention to worldwide media.
posted by The_Vegetables at 12:15 PM on October 23, 2018 [1 favorite]
At one end of the scale, Billy Elliot isn't about a working class British boy who wants to dance… ON THE MOON. Brassed Off isn't about a brass band that prevents a volcano from destroying Yorkshire. They, and their identikit brethren, are just a dreary sepia-brown dirge of a fucked up nostalgia for when things were slightly worse.
I would read movie reviews written by this guy.
I'm loooking forward to when I can finally take my partner to Seoul. While it may take some effort for Americans to fully immerse themselves in foreign media, my partner has managed to do so with her kdrama and kpop obsessions. Every time I share an interesting photo from Seoul or the Korean countryside, she can find a tie in to one of her shows. Would imagine walking down the streets of Seoul, watching the teenagers go past, will have a similar effect on her as it did for John Walker's visits to the US.
posted by Teegeeack AV Club Secretary at 12:18 PM on October 23, 2018 [3 favorites]
The Long Dark, but that's wilderness.
Champions Online, if it's still around, has a Canadian zone (and a goofy Canadian equivalent of Captain America). One of the missions even has a "Go To Canada" button in the UI, which always amused me.
posted by Foosnark at 12:19 PM on October 23, 2018 [2 favorites]
I really enjoyed this article and indeed it made me actually want to play a driving game. I've been thinking a little bit about sort of for-export versus not lately because of bandcamp - you can start off, as an American, listening to some UK band that has a little international press and a few clicks later you're listening to things that...don't, things that seem much more hyper-local, things where no matter how much you're enjoying them you're pretty sure that you're really not getting the We-Grew-Up-In-Thirsk-ness of them. It really brings home the "all language is misapprehension" bit because you realize that even if you, eg, went to Thirsk, you still wouldn't get it.
On that note: It's true that American pop culture is ubiquitous world-wide, and it's true that even relatively obscure corners of the US are known more widely than is strictly fair, but there's a lot of difference when you're on the inside. I grew up during the eighties in the kind of suburbs that appear in John Hughes movies, for instance, and while those settings remain extremely recognizable to me, the interiority is wrong. The way interiority is depicted in mass media is almost always a huge lie, for one thing, and for another, all those things that are depicted as norms are always being contested. They look uncontested because that's white supremacist capitalist patriarchy for you, but if you actually live there it's different.
This has given me an idea for an ask.
To this I say what I always say: This is a big country. (Canada is physically big but its population is about a ninth of ours; and of course compared to, eg, France, this is a ridiculously physically large place). Our cultural agenda is set on the coasts and in the north. There are a lot of other reasons why Americans are parochial, but a big one is that we're kept fairly occupied with the fact that the cultures of large portions of the US are underrepresented in the US. Where's the Missouri regionalism? Where's Minnesotan culture, once you leave out the Fargo jokes? Southern cultures are cut off from Northern, Minnesota is really different from Illinois, etc etc. And that's not even touching on the racial divide, which is also huge - it's not exactly like the country is just rolling in, eg, media about Somali people, even though there are several very large regional communities.
Obviously these divides are also deep in smaller countries, but when you have a large, sorta-geographically isolated country, they end up being a lot more like the "there's only American movies on TV" thing just due to the sheer numbers of people and geographic distance involved.
Remember that major American media may sometimes be about places that are not on the coast, but it's seldom really produced by people who live in those places. The best you get is someone who grew up in Omaha, moved to New York and hasn't lived in the Midwest since 1995.
posted by Frowner at 12:19 PM on October 23, 2018 [23 favorites]
To this I say what I always say: This is a big country.
Americans think a hundred years is a long time.
Europeans think a hundred miles is a long way.
posted by notsnot at 12:36 PM on October 23, 2018 [29 favorites]
That put into words pretty much how I feel about the US. Haven't been there, and don't really feel any desire to, but I feel like I'm familiar with every minute detail of American life, that being the bulk of the media we have.
My pet theory as to why [52% of] the British electorate are so hostile to Europe and so open to the US is because we've consumed so much American media that the US feels nearly as familiar to us as other parts of the UK. We're probably a lot more like other Western European countries culturally (levels of religious belief, greater acceptance of taxation for things like national health services), but because their TV shows and movies are "foreign" (ie subtitled and therefore hard work), we don't identify with them in anything like the same way.
Most Brits have no idea how strange a lot of the US would actually feel, were they to move there.
posted by cardinalandcrow at 12:37 PM on October 23, 2018 [18 favorites]
There are a lot of other reasons why Americans are parochial, but a big one is that we're kept fairly occupied with the fact that the cultures of large portions of the US are underrepresented in the US.
Eh. I mean, YES if you are talking about a racial divide, but in my opinion the US is pretty homogeneous, in that the dominant culture is really suburb/city which is relatively well represented in tv land. City/Suburban/Rural life between Minnesota and California or Texas or Florida or Maine isn't very different, and the differences that do exist are too subtle for mass-market tv. US tv shows are generally 'generic American', they aren't terribly specific or local to any single place.
Also local-market tv totally exists to capture regional subtleties. I'm sure they aren't exporting much of that world wide vs mass-market shows. Maybe the most popular ones like Hewell Howser or Tom Bodett or the Prairie Home Companion guy, but the local Arkansas guy? Nah.
posted by The_Vegetables at 12:38 PM on October 23, 2018 [2 favorites]
I got the "feels like I've walked into a movie" feeling when I first moved to LA. Suddenly, whenever I wasn't in a part that was screamingly obviously Los Angeles, I was in Anytown, USA. Or, rather, in a place that was used to stand in for Anytown, USA.
LA is still a particular place, and the feeling of walking into a movie set wore off somewhere over the course of about a decade of living there. I don't feel it when I visit; I'm just visiting Los Angeles now.
posted by egypturnash at 12:46 PM on October 23, 2018 [3 favorites]
> I'm loooking forward to when I can finally take my partner to Seoul. While it may take some effort for Americans to fully immerse themselves in foreign media, my partner has managed to do so with her kdrama and kpop obsessions. Every time I share an interesting photo from Seoul or the Korean countryside, she can find a tie in to one of her shows. Would imagine walking down the streets of Seoul, watching the teenagers go past, will have a similar effect on her as it did for John Walker's visits to the US.
As an American non-k-media fan, I have to say that I still had a kind of a thrill of -- um, not recognition, maybe of proximity? Vibes? -- visiting Seoul for the first time in the autumn of 2012, partly because that was the year that "Gangnam Style" broke.
posted by ardgedee at 12:46 PM on October 23, 2018
The result of this being, the media I watch that comes from the US is in many senses alien, to the point where a film set in an American high school might as well be set on a spaceship for all the familiarity it will have to my own lived experiences.
Hell, I grew up in suburban New Jersey and feel the same way about most Hollywood depictions of high school.
posted by octothorpe at 12:51 PM on October 23, 2018 [7 favorites]
It took a while after I moved to California for it to really sink in that the CHP was a non-fictional law enforcement organization.
posted by ckape at 12:53 PM on October 23, 2018 [7 favorites]
As someone who'd only been to Chicago and Indianapolis for big cities, my trip to NYC absolutely felt like stepping onto a movie set. I can only imagine the effect of that multiplied by an entire country.
posted by wires at 12:54 PM on October 23, 2018
Well, this puts my year in grad school in England in perspective, because a) I was told on more than one occasion that I sounded like a "film character" and b) everyone I met felt entitled to make bad jokes about America all the time.
posted by Automocar at 12:57 PM on October 23, 2018 [5 favorites]
As far as I'm concerned, everyone is entitled to make bad jokes about America all the time.
posted by gryftir at 1:05 PM on October 23, 2018 [20 favorites]
On the "US regionalism" bit": I moved to Minnesota from the Chicago suburbs. At the time, I had a faint, faint Chicago-area accent. Everyone here thought I was from New York.
I'd never met anyone from California until I was 18. People in LA have quite frankly told me that they can tell by my facial expression that I'm not from the west.
When I go to Indiana, it's fucking culture shock for all concerned.
In terms of cultural divides, I also suggest that you try being visibly queer in different parts of this great nation. You know where I experienced the second-most homophobia and multiple freak-outs from people who were not sure of my gender? Boston, Massachusetts on a three-day trip. (There are worse places, but I thought Boston would be at least as sophisticated in these matters as MPLS. It's not.)
One time I took a little driving trip about two hours north of Minneapolis with a friend. We stopped for lunch at an A&P (also, all those Whataburgers and so on? I've never had one of those. Have you been to the Piggly-Wiggly?) People acted weird. My companion said to me, "They're staring at your shoes". My shoes were...a pair of very nineties cream leather slip-ons, and I guess they stood out like a sore thumb in northern Minnesota.
So my point is, there's a lot of cultural divide here.
But the other underlying point is that the national identity which is promulgated in any nation's media is the product of internal colonization, and that's why it's always false. I'd always assumed that the UK was an excellent example of this - on the global cultural stage, Scotland and Northern Ireland are played for laughs, basically, and no one talks about Wales. The UK as it's known in the US is basically London plus the home counties/rich southeastern bit.
posted by Frowner at 1:08 PM on October 23, 2018 [16 favorites]
If people are willing to jump over language/cultural barriers to watch American TV, often choosing it over their own local TV, why would it be surprising that Americans who don't have those barriers would themselves choose American TV?
You look at Japan and they have a whole lot of media that they prefer to American TV, and we find that significant numbers of Americans choose to consume that media too.
posted by straight at 1:08 PM on October 23, 2018 [1 favorite]
The fact that American cultural hegemony results from a deliberate Cold War strategy doesn't get as much attention as it probably should.
Anyway, jumping back to TFA for a minute...
Is… is the world of fiction significantly less fictional for Americans, in ways they can never know they are experiencing?
I'd say yes, in ways that are actively dangerous. The City is always a criminal hellhole with a mugger or murder lurking in every alley, despite the reality of steadily declining crime rates, etc., etc. Because TV cities are.
But it's also true that it's very rare to get the same frisson of "wait, is this real life?" that he's describing here. I maybe got a brief glimpse of that as a Bostonian transplant playing Fallout 4 and navigating around Cambridge and the Back Bay by sheer instinct. That bizarre sensation of "yes, the geography is fictional and the skybox is apocalyptic, but this fictional street feels like this real street I've biked down a thousand times". But even that's a much smaller version of what I think he's talking about here. Because it's not like I've never seen a fictional depiction of an American city before.
I suspect the closest most Americans can get is actually the inverse sensation, which is to say going to somewhere like New York for the first time and realising that, yeah, it's kind of like on TV but also very much not like on TV. That's a sensation of having the artifice suddenly jump out and make itself visible rather than watching artifice suddenly blend into your reality.
posted by tobascodagama at 1:11 PM on October 23, 2018 [5 favorites]
On the sort of flip-side of this, I really enjoy media that's ostensibly set in the US, but very-obviously written by Brits (I'm thinking mostly of the Grand Theft Auto games, but I've read several books that tickled those brain-bits, too).
posted by uncleozzy at 1:13 PM on October 23, 2018 [3 favorites]
Yeah, I've seen several Americans who say they went to Venice and were astonished how much they recognized from playing Assassin's Creed.
posted by straight at 1:13 PM on October 23, 2018 [5 favorites]
I agree with the first sentence, everyone I know is surprised how much American media is worldwide, still seems strange to me. Europeans don't realize how big the U.S. is, Americans don't realize how small other countries are.
Also, what Frowner said.
It's rare that I've ever seen a depiction in media that seemed like the real world I've lived in, and it's startling when it happens.
posted by bongo_x at 1:23 PM on October 23, 2018 [1 favorite]
I think I'm going to have to buy an Xbox just for this game. It's got my city in it and you can crash right into the front of my workplace. That'll be quite therapeutic.
posted by gnuhavenpier at 1:24 PM on October 23, 2018 [20 favorites]
That's an entirely different effect. In many ways far more amusing in that it can provide that minor thrill of subversion when Roncevalles Park or Kits beach suddenly is recognizable as a itself while ostensibly in NY or SF. My favourite version of this is the end of Rumble in the Bronx when Brooklyn (or maybe Long Island) suddenly gets replaced by Grouse Mountain and the North Shore of Vancouver.
posted by bonehead at 1:24 PM on October 23, 2018 [2 favorites]
I mean, British cinema is so grimly miserable, or craptacularly posh, but it's never nonchalantly British.
You do get the impression from British TV and movies that everyone either lives in a cramp depressing row house with forty year old wallpaper or in a castle.
posted by octothorpe at 1:38 PM on October 23, 2018 [9 favorites]
Living in the UK, the vast, vast majority of the media I consume is from the US ... all my life the films and games (and indeed an awful lot of the TV) I've watched and played has not only come from America, but been set there, or created by people whose perception of life is based there.
The twist that proves the rule, I guess, is the the fact that one of the most famous, most successful, most influential "driving games" series ever made, Grand Theft Auto, is almost entirely set in the US but is produced in Scotland and published by a company founded by English people. American media hegemony has been so complete that genuinely non-American media pretends to be American in order to fit in on the global market.
We Americans have a lot to answer for.
posted by Western Infidels at 1:39 PM on October 23, 2018
I was told on more than one occasion that I sounded like a "film character"
Not long after I started my current job, I (one of two Americans in my entire department) was doing an online training course with my boss and another coworker. We were reading the instructions when my coworker suggested I read them out loud because it would "sound like a movie".
I'm still sure that that's some kind of -ist, but to this day I'm not quite sure which.
posted by Mr. Bad Example at 1:49 PM on October 23, 2018 [6 favorites]
I suspect this is more or less a familiar sensation to anyone who lives outside of LA or NY and consumes media of most sorts
I don't think this is fair. TV shows might not be set in New Madrid, MO as much as we'd like, but to me it seems every show not based in NY/LA is set in less urban areas. Happy Days: Milwaukee; 70s Show: Wisconsin somewhere; Big Bang Theory: Pasadena; Picket Fences, Simpsons, Malcolm in the Middle: Anytown USA; The Office, Parks & Rec, Community, Roseanne (sic), The Middle, etc.
Of course, there is usually precious little local flavor to clue the viewer into the subtleties of life in these regions, but I think that goes with the NY/LA shows, too. It probably just comes down to whether you want the neighbors/coworkers to be jerks or not.
posted by rhizome at 1:49 PM on October 23, 2018
rhizome: " but to me it seems every show not based in NY/LA is set in less urban areas. [snip] Big Bang Theory: Pasadena;"
Had me going there for a second thinking Pasadena wasn't in/near LA (for people who don't know it's like 10 miles from downtown LA). I'm sure that is a significant difference for people who live there but from this distance they are essentially the same thing.
posted by Mitheral at 2:01 PM on October 23, 2018 [5 favorites]
I must say, this style of keep-left obelisk is so ten years ago. Current models are like google maps location lozenges on flexible hinges, the LED lights in the arrow roundel powered by thin photovoltaic cells and a small battery. They have to be, you see, because Eric Pickles made it impossible to prosecute anyone for causing damage or injury with a motor vehicle.
I miss the Blair government. Can we please try Chaos with Ed Milliband?
posted by rum-soaked space hobo at 2:04 PM on October 23, 2018 [2 favorites]
I was living in NYC when the first Spiderman game with Manhattan mapped out came out (2?). The first thing I did was swing up to my office window and stick my ass against it.
10/10 therapy points.
posted by lumpenprole at 2:08 PM on October 23, 2018 [20 favorites]
I will be totally honest - I sometimes fight the urge to ask various international researchers of varying degrees of fanciness to read things out loud. And for reasons of reading too many books, I was once very, very impressed that someone was from Hove, which I gather is a bit like being blown away by the fact that someone hails from Cleveland. But it was just like a book! A real live person from Hove!
posted by Frowner at 2:15 PM on October 23, 2018 [4 favorites]
Honestly, American culture is relatively homogeneous. I've lived here a third of my life now (the other 2/3rd in India) and I'd stand by that statement. America is big geographically and there are cultural differences but they're still minor compared to those between even two neighboring states in India.
In most places in India if you drove 5 hours away you'd end up in a place where they spoke a different language, worshipped different gods, ate different foods and watched different shows. The US sometimes astonishes me with the level of uniformity it has managed to achieve.
posted by peacheater at 2:15 PM on October 23, 2018 [17 favorites]
I sometimes fight the urge to ask various international researchers of varying degrees of fanciness to read things out loud.
Now I feel guilty for participating in this thread.
posted by Greg_Ace at 2:20 PM on October 23, 2018 [1 favorite]
Wordshore volunteered! If anything, I suppose we could organize a metafilter accent exchange.
I read very nicely and people often praise the bland Americanness of my English. (Seriously, I picked up a couple of recording jobs for this reason.)
American media hegemony has been so complete that genuinely non-American media pretends to be American in order to fit in on the global market.
Good lord, yes. The last three TV series I watched were Iron Fist S2, Fargo S3, and Daredevil S3. All three have UK-born leads performing as Americans, and about half the antagonists and supporting leads are the same (with Sacha Dhawan's refined Manchester-by-way-of-RP accent accepted as that of K'un-Lun, and David Thewlis' unrefined Lancashire-kitbashed-with-some-Joburg-and-Budapest being from who-knows-where).
Canadians are shockingly attuned to this, living deep in the cultural shadow of the us. With similar accents, we can and do pass unnoticed among Americans. And at least some of us have a occasional moment of feeling like an alien invader or a foreign spy. We know your history, often better than we know our own: if I start naming American Vice Presidents working chronologically backward from Pence, I can get back to Alben Barkley (Truman's VP) before I stumble and falter. That is, what fourteen in the last sixty-five years? I doubt I could name three Canadian Deputy Prime Ministers in that time.
posted by ricochet biscuit at 2:42 PM on October 23, 2018 [3 favorites]
All that being said, of course, I would love to play me some Grand Theft Auto: Edinburgh.
We know your history, often better than we know our own: if I start naming American Vice Presidents working chronologically backward from Pence, I can get back to Alben Barkley (Truman's VP) before I stumble and falter. That is, what fourteen in the last sixty-five years? I doubt I could name three Canadian Deputy Prime Ministers in that time.
How do you know our history? Is it that you literally learn more US history in school than Canadian? I can't name a VP off the top of my head before Spiro Agnew, and I didn't really learn any of them from US media in any case.
I admit that all the Canadian history I know comes from Canadian literature and from occasional contact with Canadians.
posted by Frowner at 2:49 PM on October 23, 2018 [1 favorite]
I, an American, accidentally went to a British "prom" the year I graduated from high school. I was travelling and visiting the childhood friend of a friend and oddly, James Major, son of the PM at the time, was also an attendee. Just like the author says it was a pretty odd approximation of a US prom. In fact most people told me outright that the Brits don't really do proms and this was the closest they got.
The fashion was not equivalent let's say, one guy brought an actual briefcase and at the end for the last song they played Sinatra's New York New York which I thought was the absolute strangest thing about it. It was a literal song about America. Even I recognized the cognitive dissonance at the age of 17.
posted by rdnnyc at 2:50 PM on October 23, 2018 [2 favorites]
All I know about past Canadian PMs is Diefenbaker from Due South
posted by Hermeowne Grangepurr at 2:51 PM on October 23, 2018 [6 favorites]
posted by Ashwagandha
Does Celeste count? ; )
posted by DoctorFedora at 2:56 PM on October 23, 2018
How do you know our history?
You put it in your media. The presence of you media makes everyone think that it's a topic that's worth spending time learning. Believe it or not it's also a thing actual American kids learn. I was taught the provincial capitals for maybe 10 minutes one day in grade school. My kids learned US state capitals under the threat of literally failing an entire year of school.
As an average Canadian, how important was it for me to understand the process by which US legislation is drafted? Not very. Can I still sing half of "I'm Just A Bill"? Unfortunately, yes I can.
American media implicitly and explicitly bakes in the notion that the only country worth studying is the USA.
posted by GuyZero at 3:05 PM on October 23, 2018 [13 favorites]
The interesting thing about "prom" is that it's a great example of the homogenising effect of media within the US as well. Films and TV shows about proms lead to the spreading of what were much more regional practices to almost every American high school.
posted by atrazine at 3:07 PM on October 23, 2018 [5 favorites]
Ironically, I had a similar experience with Forza Horizon 1. I live in the Utah desert and have grown up seeing LA and New York as mostly fictional places from TV, and most video games were set in a place like that. But Forza Horizon 1 was set in Arizona, and literally had roads and scenery in it that I had driven by regularly in real life...
Fascinating article and I didn't realize how ubiquitous US culture was. I watch a lot of British TV and I assumed that people there mostly watch British movies about Britain.
Also, Forza Horizon 4 is a wonderful game and I highly recommend it.
posted by mmoncur at 3:08 PM on October 23, 2018 [1 favorite]
I laughed when I came to "Bummingtonshire". Tried to look it up on google maps, but it wasn't there. Bummer.
posted by smcameron at 3:26 PM on October 23, 2018 [1 favorite]
"Canadians are shockingly attuned to this, living deep in the cultural shadow of the us. With similar accents, we can and do pass unnoticed among Americans."
It goes much deeper than that. Ted Cruz, notably evil politician who recently ran for president, is about to become governor of arguably the most USA-y of all USA state, Texas. Ted Cruz is Canadian and he's going to be governor of redneckland! There are also countless musicians and actors you'd assume were domestic but it turns out they're foreigners taking our jobs.
One thing I'd be interested to see in games would be nailing the common elements of suburbia. Like, here you can go to certain areas of town and not be able to tell where in Texas you are. It's all the same limestone constructions in the same pattersn and shapes with a mildy varied allotment of the same sorts of businesses. My hometown has grown since I've been there and there are sections that don't feel like the town, just generic middle class (or well, the underclass that still wishes it was middle class) construction that could be plopped down anywhere. When I lived in Colorado, I'd occasionally run into the same thing, like I'm not longer in any region, just a commercial void conjured for business purposes.
In general I think games set in real world could do a lot more to make them feel like the actual world, small details like the electrical boxes (we have them here too) and such go a long way in making connections between the virtual world and the probably-not-virtual world we live in.
posted by GoblinHoney at 3:52 PM on October 23, 2018 [2 favorites]
I just tried to think if I could name any Canadian Prime Ministers and came up with Trudeau and um, the other Trudeau. Looking through the Wikipedia page I find out that you guys actually had a woman PM in the '90s. Who knew?
posted by octothorpe at 4:02 PM on October 23, 2018
Looking through the Wikipedia page I find out that you guys actually had a woman PM in the '90s. Who knew?
Pretty much everyone plus presumably her neighbours in Los Angeles from '96 to 2000.
posted by GuyZero at 4:06 PM on October 23, 2018 [4 favorites]
The high school I went to in Canada offered an American history course as well. Granted, we lived right on the border, but still.
I got a really good mark in the class even though the teacher was a Reaganite and I would get into shouting matches with him. I think he enjoyed the fact I was engaged. At the time, I had lots to say about H.W. Bush and his work with the CIA, maaaannnn, and I was heavily into Chomsky.
posted by mandolin conspiracy at 4:27 PM on October 23, 2018 [1 favorite]
Yeah it's hard to understate how much Canadians internalize US history, customs, regional knowledge, and so on, just from all the American TV and other media that we grow up with.
It's a weird sort of duality where I feel like I probably know close to as much about general US history as an American my age, yet it's not my history.
The Boston Tea Party, Washington chopping down the apple tree, the Gettysburg address. Even more recent US history, like the civil rights movement, Roe v. Wade, or the Clinton/Lewinsky scandal. All of this looms larger in my mind than almost anything that's happened in Canadian history, because Canadian media can barely be heard over the din from the south.
posted by good in a vacuum at 4:33 PM on October 23, 2018 [1 favorite]
I guess the Washington tree-chopping example wasn't a good one because a) It was a cherry tree, not an apple tree; and b) it's a myth. But it points to an American mythology that non-Americans are made familiar with through osmosis.
What's worse IMO is that a lot of Canadians has strong opinions, loudly discussed, about American politics, but ask them about something happening in a different Canadian province? No idea. No opinion. And in their own province? Probably the same thing.
Ontario's unbelievably bland power elite are kept in power in part because of the constant distraction of US political games. People can't be bothered about dull local politics or they already have outrage fatigue over the US.
I feel like it's more than a little national quirk, the Canadian obsession with US politics is actively harmful.
I actually am delighted whenever I watch a movie or TV show that depicts real LA (I still miss Southland, but I guess 9-1-1 is working out). What I actually enjoy doing sometimes is viewing an old episode of CHiPs on Amazon Video; I watched the show when I was a kid years before I moved to Los Angeles - it's really fun to watch it again and see 70s LA. I do the same with The Rockford Files.
I'd be curious to know how a Vancouver resident deals with how every American city is Vancouver after a brief establishing shot.
(also, Forza Horizon 4 has so far been fun -- mostly because the Paint and Vinyl Editor is just so incredibly detailed)
posted by linux at 4:51 PM on October 23, 2018 [3 favorites]
Also, the fixation on US history leads to stuff like people saying "well at least we didn't have slavery" when we had residential schools, mercury dumping up north, the Chinese head tax, ethnic internment caps in WWII and all sort of other really terrible shit.
All of those happened before I was born and I was taught zero about them in school. But sure, we took US slaves out of the underground railroad.
Not to mention that Canada did actually have slavery and we weren't taught that either.
posted by mandolin conspiracy at 5:01 PM on October 23, 2018
GuyZero and mandolin conspiracy, when were you in school? Just another data point, I went to public schools in the GTA in the 90s/00s and we definitely covered a lot of these topics.
posted by airmail at 5:24 PM on October 23, 2018
I am old to be fair. Toronto got woke as of late. Now my kids' former Toronto school does the indigenous acknowledgement thing before all events.
posted by GuyZero at 5:26 PM on October 23, 2018
Also old. Went to public schools outside of the GTA. I can assure you 1980s/early 90s schooling in Ontario was different, especially outside of Toronto. I became a Torontonian by choice later in life.
Only seldom is a political or cultural topic so UK-specific that I end up not getting the joke.
Jedward.
posted by synecdoche at 5:57 PM on October 23, 2018 [9 favorites]
A few years ago I watched Maximum Overdrive for the first time with a large group, and while everyone else was laughing at the evil semitrucks I was spellbound by the landscape, which I instantly recognized as having been shot on location in coastal North Carolina. I never realized until then that I had never seen that particular region of the world accurately depicted in a movie before. I'd watch it again just for that. showbiz_liz
Which is exactly what happened to me when I saw Blue Velvet and the first building I saw was my mother's office building. I was shocked, I mean shocked, because I'd never seen Wilmington NC in a movie before. And then there was my great-grandparents' apartment building, and my high school, and more. I think I'm still shocked. (Dawson's Creek doesn't count)
posted by MovableBookLady at 6:34 PM on October 23, 2018 [2 favorites]
It goes much deeper than that. Ted Cruz, notably evil politician who recently ran for president, is about to become governor of arguably the most USA-y of all USA state, Texas. Ted Cruz is Canadian and he's going to be governor of redneckland!
Ted Cruz is running for reelection as the junior United States senator from Texas, which is either better or worse, depending on your point of view.
posted by Automocar at 6:45 PM on October 23, 2018 [6 favorites]
One thing which always stands out for me when watching non-US editions of The Voice is just how much American music is sung on those shows, no matter their location.
posted by maxwelton at 7:06 PM on October 23, 2018
A few years back, a Hollywood crew came and filmed a handful of scenes at my very tiny, very obscure, and very non-mainstream alma mater (which, fortunately, was not playing itself). Seeing it on film was surreal, disorienting, and surprisingly affecting. It was a bit like having one's childhood home show up in a movie, with all the attendant feelings of yearning and possessiveness. I guess that's one of the flip-sides of representation. If it's too personal and too specific, it can wind up carrying a lot unintentional baggage.
posted by dephlogisticated at 7:17 PM on October 23, 2018
Same. And I've spent some time in the UK over the years. That said, I clearly remember spending longer than I should have a few years back trying to figure out WTF "cheeky nandos" was about.
posted by thivaia at 10:39 PM on October 23, 2018 [4 favorites]
Frowner: " I was once very, very impressed that someone was from Hove, which I gather is a bit like being blown away by the fact that someone hails from Cleveland. But it was just like a book! A real live person from Hove!"
I was amused that the guy in the article was from Guildford. That's where Ford Prefect claimed to be from!
posted by Chrysostom at 11:37 PM on October 23, 2018 [12 favorites]
If it's too personal and too specific, it can wind up carrying a lot unintentional baggage.
The house in the Albuquerque suburbs that Jesse Pinkman owned in Breaking Bad is maybe a block and a half from my family's house. It was surreal watching the series, being inimately familiar with the neighborhood of my high school years. My mom and step-dad were still living there when the Pinkman house became a thing, and people figured out where it was and a lot of traffic was coming through to see it. I get it... but it's just a suburb. It's a whole different experience to see your neighbor's house become Jesse Pinkman's while you're watching.
posted by krinklyfig at 11:55 PM on October 23, 2018 [3 favorites]
That was an interesting article. I want to play that game even more now for the mundane UK aesthetic. Since the main character can be a gal I'm 80% sold already. Actually affording it is the other 20%.
I think there is some power to the mundane things, but also ... there isn't. GTA5 is beautifully and visibly LA and Californian in a lot of ways that can make it interesting to just soak in, especially in the LA river area where I've just seen so many movies there. GTA5's story, however, rings completely false... it's not a Californian story at all, and that just wrecks it for me.
posted by fleacircus at 12:29 AM on October 24, 2018
I think most British people's mental image of slavery is probably Mississippi cotton plantations rather than, you know, the Caribbean sugar plantations which generated so much wealth for the Empire, and helped build cities like Bristol and Liverpool.
Similarly, last week's Doctor Who episode about Rosa Parks — it's great to teach children about the Civil Rights movement and everything, but couldn't they have found a story from the UK's long history of racial oppression?
I don't actually know off the top of my head what a good alternative would be, but that's part of the problem: why aren't we familiar with the independence movements of our former Empire as part of our own history? Gandhi is probably the only name most of us know.
posted by Bloxworth Snout at 2:05 AM on October 24, 2018 [10 favorites]
(also, I enjoyed the article, thanks for posting it)
posted by Bloxworth Snout at 2:11 AM on October 24, 2018 [2 favorites]
It's nice to see UK scenery in the new Forza game but I will not countenance the reckless and wilful destruction of all those dry-stone walls.
posted by EndsOfInvention at 5:48 AM on October 24, 2018 [3 favorites]
When people say "we know so much about you, but you know so little about us" I always smart a little. I'm American, and I've always been interested in the world. It's become much easier to find media from other countries, but it's still just as expensive to travel.
My mom still talks about the time she visited Spain. She loved it. But she was only able to go because her boyfriend at the time took her. She's never been back.
There are still places in the US that I want to go and haven't been able to see, because it would involve considerable expense simply due to the amount of traveling time involved (flights, hotels, taking time off, etc). I can't make a weekend trip to France. I can't make a weekend trip to the Grand Canyon.
And then there's the regionalism within the US itself, where people from the middle of the country are looked down upon by parochial snobs on the coasts for being ... parochial? The representations of us in the media can themselves be pretty laughably offensive, though we still don't get it as bad as people from the south. And these get exported, and so that's what people think we're like.
But also, I don't think "we know so much about you, and you know so little about us" is a fair comparison. If you're an America, there is no foreign media giant that has the same influence as America does for other countries. You can be interested in the world and still not know who New Zealand's prime minister is because... there are a lot of countries. Yes, the comparison tells you about American influence, but it doesn't necessarily tell you about what Americans are interested in.
(BBC America is a very successful network, BTW, and a majority of Americans who still pay for cable/satellite get it.)
Don't ask a New Zealander and an American who New Zealand's prime minister is - ask a Romanian and an American, or whatever. People love to shit on Americans, and to be honest we often deserve it, but it's kind of frustrating when it expresses itself as a superiority complex - as if people from their own country can't be nationalist, racist, parochial, or whatever. (Hi, Brexit.) I wouldn't be surprised if there's still an effect, just because there is so much American media that we don't need to import as much as countries with smaller media industries to satisfy the market. But I don't think that the effect is nearly as strong as people make it out to be.
posted by Kutsuwamushi at 5:54 AM on October 24, 2018 [3 favorites]
Similarly, there's always a lot of non-Americans surprised how few Americans have passports. Well, a) the US is really quite big by itself, it would take days to drive across it; b) we only border two countries, and c) until fairly recently, you didn't need a passport to go to those countries. It all adds up to far less *need* for a passport.
posted by Chrysostom at 8:55 AM on October 24, 2018 [3 favorites]
Besides the already mentioned examples, the biggest one I can think of is also kind of a cheat: the Scott Pilgrim tie-in game Ubisoft released to coincide with the movie (sort of). That movie, incidentally, is also the best example I can think of for the Canadian version of the Forza Horizon 4 phenomenon. Like, the Scott Pilgrim game is set in Toronto but you really don't notice most of the time; in the movie Toronto's presence is mundane but nigh inescapable if you've spent any amount of time there.
posted by chrominance at 10:49 AM on October 24, 2018 [2 favorites]
So I loaded this up last night after reading this article. It seems like a well done game, but I don't fully agree with the OP. It was an unsettling experience for me, but more because it wasn't nearly close enough to what I expected.
I live in Edinburgh, so the first thing I did was ignore the pending races and drive over to the area called "Edinburgh", and while there are some similarities to the Edinburgh I live in, They have frankenstein'd different parts of the city together in a way that really triggers my uncanny valley response. The street I work on is in there, but literally 20 metres from my office the road morphs into an entirely different street from somewhere else in town.
And the facades are not anything like the real facades. Anything that isn't a landmark is an unidentifiable generic townhouse with fake shop fronts and the like. I remember Project Gotham Racing (2, I think?) had a set of tracks in Edinburgh that at least had licensed some of the local shop fronts. Bit strange going past a Spar on every corner though.
Arthur's Seat and the Queen's Park are there but they are basically on the coast, which is odd, too.
Having played Forza Horizon 2 (set in France) not long ago when it was on games for gold, I was totally sucked into its world, probably because I wasn't immediately thinking "nope, wrong, that doesn't go there".
posted by trif at 1:44 AM on October 25, 2018 [2 favorites]
while there are some similarities to the Edinburgh I live in, They have frankenstein'd different parts of the city together in a way that really triggers my uncanny valley response.
Have they speed-limited the cars in central Edinburgh to 20mph?
posted by rory at 6:36 AM on October 25, 2018 [1 favorite]
The whole verisimilitude vs. compression/abstraction thing with stuff set in Real Actual Places is such an interesting wrinkle of the ongoing bigger bigger more more progression of set design in games over time. Because that's a thing, right? When you recognize the landmarks as things you know about, seeing them in a game feels like "oh, hey, it's just like that place!" When you know the town and the streets like the back of your hand, every navigational discontinuity, every neighborhood lost to spatial compression, every personally meaningful detail lost to copypasted generic asset reuse is jarring and spell-breaking.
Touring the post-war Capital Wasteland in Fallout 3 worked fine for me because I've been to DC briefly, a couple times, and that's it; I remember the place as a hazy interrelation of landmarks and a very rough geography, and when Fallout 3 condenses it down to a walkable version of same its easy to be satisfied with "oh hey, it's the Washington Monument; oh hey, it's the Pentagon; oh hey, I'm crossing the Potomac...". But if they ever set a game really and truly in Portland, OR, I am gonna spend more time griping about how they skipped straight from bougie Nob Hill to the St. Johns Bridge like all the industrial plants on highway 30 didn't even exist, etc.
That said, I think the article did acknowledge that as a subsidiary issue, if one Walker was able to basically move quickly past because if nothing else he was so accustomed to the expectation of massive spatial compression and genericization of non-landmark details from other games that Horizon 4 just isn't doing it particularly worse than most.
Also also, am I remembering right that LA Noire went a lot farther than usual on the "let's avoid compression, and get the details right?" on its recreation of post-WWII Los Angeles? It's an odd thing because I remember them making a lot of noise about it in the press stuff at least, but (a) I barely know LA, (b) I certainly don't know 1950s LA, and (c) it wasn't a game where you were really given an incentive to spend 40 hours free-roaming the city anyway. I always wondered if someone would buy up their assets from that to use in just an unrelated game that was more actively about city crawling and navigation.
posted by cortex at 8:50 AM on October 25, 2018 [2 favorites]
But if they ever set a game really and truly in Portland, OR, I am gonna spend more time griping about how they skipped straight from bougie Nob Hill to the St. Johns Bridge like all the industrial plants on highway 30 didn't even exist, etc.
Or like Fallout 4, where the dozen or so suburbs and towns between Cambridge and Lexington -- including the one I live in -- just vanished, along with most of West Cambridge itself. Which, fair enough, most people who don't live in them act like they don't exist anyway. Seeing something called "Somerville" pop up in the southwest portion of the map was pretty confusing, though.
posted by tobascodagama at 10:11 AM on October 25, 2018
like all the industrial plants on highway 30 didn't even exist
Which would be a shame, because that stretch would make a fantastic straightaway for running up to a vehicle's top speed.
posted by Greg_Ace at 10:39 AM on October 25, 2018 [1 favorite]
Geography being goofy is a hardy perennial in movies, no surprise to see the same stuff in games.
posted by Chrysostom at 10:43 AM on October 25, 2018
Also also, am I remembering right that LA Noire went a lot farther than usual on the "let's avoid compression, and get the details right?" on its recreation of post-WWII Los Angeles? It's an odd thing because I remember them making a lot of noise about it in the press stuff at least, but (a) I barely know LA, (b) I certainly don't know 1950s LA, and (c) it wasn't a game where you were really given an incentive to spend 40 hours free-roaming the city anyway.
Yeah, the map is something like 6 or 8 square miles of authentic old LA, but the game made it really unpleasant to navigate and gave no incentive to explore except for landmark achievements. You're constantly racing from case to case, or else interrupted by street crime radio calls, which is a real shame, because it's a really neat idea.
posted by uncleozzy at 11:24 AM on October 25, 2018
For sure, though there's something unique about the way games permit exploration and re-verification of all the geographical distortion. It's one thing for a film to do a straight cut from e.g. the Hawthorne Bridge to the West Hills, where there is a jarring discontinuity but one that is instantaneous and unlikely to be repeated, and the sensation of walking or driving your game character across that breach in reality, and back, and forth, and back, learning in essence a new revised alternate map of a known space and making that alternate space familiar in its own right.
And while games rarely seem to display or assert any consciousness of that act of distortion, they are at least more inevitably complicit in it than films: the amount of effort involved in making the decision to do a geographically discontinuous cut between scenes is relatively low, reducible to essentially "does this work visually? okay, do it" when organizing the shooting schedule or working the edit. Whereas in games, the map is literally the territory and you can't just casually craft a reduced, condensed, edited version of a space: you have to build the whole thing from scratch, laying out the bone structure of the homunculus before building every little detail on top of that.
A film can get away with as little as "well, what do you do?" with that kind of decision-making before brushing its hands on its pants and getting on with the next step; a game building that world has its hands dirty throughout the process.
posted by cortex at 11:55 AM on October 25, 2018 [1 favorite]
OK, so I ponied up, as they say. I still play Burnout Paradise, which is incredible fun, and the new Forza game looked like it would be right up my alley... and it is. It's sufficiently 'silly' for my tastes - I really don't want a simulation; I'm drawn to games that give a sense of reckless speed without the real-world consequences. So I've put in a few hours, and it's very, very good.
I can see how the author of the article felt that this game 'broke the mould', so to speak, in terms of conveying a non-American experience, and incorporating hundreds of elements more familiar to someone from the UK. But really, it's not at all a British experience either. The scenery is peculiarly condensed, and offers a stylised view that is in no way recognisable as a coherent whole. I'm familiar with a few of the places depicted, and I can't escape the feeling of a totally sanitised environment, with all of the gritty interstitial spaces taken out. What's left are dozens of little picturesque vignettes stitched end-to-end. The reality of the British countryside is much like the reality of anywhere: lots and lots of mundane scenery interspersed with moments of both ugliness and beauty. A good analogy is a Britain as seen by a foreign visitor who is shuttled on a coach between tourist spots, snoozing between stops. The game world, though vast in game terms, feels tiny compared to the reality of a real-life three-hour drive, as of course it has to. The wheelie bins, road signs, rabbits in fields, corner shops and other ephemera aren't really enough, in the end, to make the experience something that I feel is 'true' to the real places.
In the end, I think the intention has to be pastiche - to give some sort of a feel of a place that serves the greater goal of providing entertainment. I avoid simulator-style racing games precisely because I don't want real physics and real distances to limit the escapist value of the experience. Ultimately the environment in this game is as alien as that of Burnout Paradise, albeit more detailed, and the silly arcade gameplay helps to keep belief firmly suspended anyway, so I don't feel let down by the distorted picture the game paints. I even find myself driving on the right.
posted by pipeski at 4:45 PM on October 25, 2018
Oh man, Canadians, but you guys have Heritage Minutes!
posted by basalganglia at 7:51 AM on October 27, 2018 [1 favorite]
The satirical site The Beaverton (much in the same vein as The Onion, but, y'know, Canadian) recently ran a story to the effect of Canadians Happy They Cannot Name Any of Our Supreme Court Justices.
posted by ricochet biscuit at 10:02 AM on October 28, 2018 [1 favorite]
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