Tuesday, July 3, 2012

I need to write about my feelings on the new Dirty Projector's record, Swing Lo Magellan.

I listened once straight through on the NYTimes site.  In my first impression, it's spectacular.  Music is a gift that provides strength during hard work.

Friday, March 6, 2009

I needed to change the colors

I need to just remind you that orange is beyond awful to me. I know, I know, the new backback has some orange, but it's functional so I can tolerate. I was getting stressed out looking at this blog and it was influenced by the orange selection.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Bowie got out of glam rock just before it became cheesy.

Yes, this has been complained about but I'm seething right now. Consumption is the American ideology. How do we solve environmental problems? Consume appropriate things? How do we wage political battles? Consume bumper stickers, or give our money so that we can provide ourselves with more consumption opportunities.

Specifically, I'm stoked about the drive to donate to the California Prop 8 political thing:
http://www.noonprop8.com/
http://www.protectmarriage.com/


Either one, the first thing you are instructed to do is contribute. Such an extreme amount of money has been dumped into every political thing this season that blah blah blah problems could be solved with the money, I won't waste your time with describing that. I just need to share that it is sickening.

Ok, I have nothing inteligent to complain about regarding this issue. Stop giving money to everything and invest in an efficient heating system in your house, get new windows.

Oh crap, I totally just suggested directing consumption from one direction to the next.

David Bowie can sing about this stuff real nice.

I think the worst thing is that there is no ability to check this push. Next presidential election new records will be set for how much we can contribute towards one person, because the our botched system does not have safeguards against extreme campaigning. Much like the olympics will keep on having people attempting to flip FOUR times in the air instead of three. Of course, if enough athletes die in their flipping attempts, they might have to regulate that. Similarly, if people start donating their plasma to raise money for the FIGHT against anything, the system might recognize the unsustainability.

Sustainabilty has taken precedence for the word Precedent. Remeber last year when everything was without precedent? Perhaps collectively we're recognizing that most things do actually have some kind of precedent occurance.

Stop reading this blog. Vote for supreme court justices as president. Scalia/Bader Ginsburg 08!

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

who knows where their tatoos are?

We really like world leaders, don't we?

Have we met any yet? If we watch Putin's Judo video, will we feel more connected to his soul (------>I'm referencing pop politics here!!<--------)?

I think if either of us were more committed internet people with less to do we could make mash-up videos of random love affairs between world leaders?

Angela Merkel and Robert Mugabe?
Hu Jin Tao and Steven Harper?
Angela Merkel and Benazir Bhutto?
Putin and Lula da Silva?
Ohhhh imagine Tony Blair and Zapatero? That'd be so cute and vanilla.
For all the straight people out there reading this: Sarah Palin and Sarah Palin?
Oooo once Tzipi Livni comes on the scene there'll be all sorts of sexual tension between her and the next US pres. Obama and Livni? McCain and Livni?

Both fit well into ultimate female Jewish fantasies.

Please, avid internet creators, make these mash-ups now.

For my next bar mitzvah I'm going to invite every world leader. There's sort of a serious point behind this post. Trivializing all the world's elected officials in the action figure sorta way does provide me some sense of agency.

mmm....Angela............

Monday, October 6, 2008

blame

So my Dad, in that slightly joking, slightly maniacal way, told me he is anxiously awaiting the moment that people start blaming the Jews for the money problems. He prefaced this with an oft-repeated "Anti-Semitism is on the Rise, you know."

I recognize of course that indeed, exurban Colorado and suburban Ohio might have a strong undercurrent of blaming the Jews, but in general I think the public has a clear grasp on who we think we should direct our anger towards - the banks that did the lending and the credit manipulating. Politicians are trying to dumb it on the other party, but I don't know if that's really sticking with either side. Speaking for myself, I see both sides playing damaging roles.

A point of interest is the bad attitudes the blame game fosters. My dad also sent me this link/article talking about the easing of credit lending at FM & FM. -- I am really bored with all the catch phrases of this time period including Fannie and Freddie, financial crisis, meltdown, and maverick --. Those two housing lenders were somewhat motivated by the ethic of housing as a right. What's going to happen to this belief if we crawl our way out of the problems? I fear the ease with which this could slide into a group blame thrust towards the poor, and validate the ideology of poverty as a necessary component of society.

Blame is the worst, and politics seems to be so satisfied by it. George W. this is not your fault. Poor people with no ability to pay your loans, it's not your fault either. Jewish homies, it's not your fault. Corporations, it pains me to say this but it's not your fault either - for plenty of reasons. A collective sense of responsibility would be so lovely. Maybe in a month or so that can start to happen. I DO honestly look at my own capacity to learn lessons from mistakes as a beacon of possibility for the same phenomenon to occur in the American culture. I do.

Aspects of the American culture created this crisis, widespread throughout every group, ideology, village, company, nonprofit, whatever. It is the same thing that affects my age groups resistance to forming community, the same thing that ferments the political culture cleavage, example, example, example, I'm done.

Shush.

Friday, October 3, 2008

the best we can do, that I can do.

Well now is as good a time as any.

The group I watched the debates with, they were ironic without empathy. Essentially, the worst of America - as you and I discussed the other night when we disagreed.

The bubbles. Perhaps it's an effect of this especially sports focused city, but they may as well have given a big crowd wave every time Biden opened his mouth, and heckled the umpire whenever Palin responded.

One woman could not stop exclaiming how bad a moderator Gwen Ifil seemed to be for refusing to chastise the Governor any time she veered away from the question in her response. Perhaps she has never seen a politician do their thing. I did not have a chance to ask.

We know that a first step towards empathy is active listening, but there was none of that in this liberalest, Jewy crowd.

Two things of special interest to me was the group's body jerk reaction to the Israel questions. I have no clue what the Governor said, all I know is that the group disagreed with her and grumbled during the Senator's response. Liberal Jews are obliged to disagree friends of Israel, and agree at the same time, for conveniences' sake.

The other thing (notice the identity politics trend) was the crowd's discomfort with the same-sex relationship question. All in attendance were shocked at her mention of the word tolerance and appalled that she would admit to supporting equitable treatment for adults who chose their partners regardless of sex. And then, noble Joe took the same position - with apparent greater discomfort and cumbersome language than the pretty lady - and it seemed to resonate far better with the -clearly- beyond tolerant audience.

---- I hope that these examples help to substantiate my argument that the bubble cleavage is far wider than the rhetoric of repair presumes. City and suburbs, Democrat and Republican, they're not listening to each other.

Of course, as I write I reflect on some possible absolving factors. The buildup of last night was obviously pressing and emotion boiling - and I certainly value the glasses of wine I consumed during the talky thing.
The party was organized by a friend who is working under the auspice of Righteous Indignation, and while RI is 501 c3 non partisan, the crowd was just living up to the title.
Maybe they all are content actually hating America.
And maybe it's just cause she was prettier than everyone in the audience.

That Governor, she sure would make a pretty VP.

Monday, July 14, 2008

Seriously?

David Remnick's internview on HuffPo: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/07/13/david-remnick-on-emnew-yo_n_112456.html

For those of you who don't know, this week's New Yorker cover features possible Muslim Terrorist and US Democratic presidential nominee Barack Hussein Obama and his wife portrayed as Taliban-style insurgents. And of course they're fist bumping, which is actually how terrorists start their foreplay.

And people, including the Obama campaign, are freaking out.

The title of the cover is "The Politics of Fear," and I'd say it was pretty obvious to me that this cartoon, expertly drawn, is meant to poke fun at the RIDICULOUS AND BIGOTED notion that Barack Obama is a terrorist.

I'm pretty disappointed, even more so because I am also not surprised at everyone's outrage. As Cher says in Moonstruck - Snap out of it! Not talking about the scary parts does not make them go away. This cover is clearly satire, and it's satirizing an effective strategy of the Right's to portray ANYONE, but especially Barack Obama, who disagrees with them as unpatriotic and therefore a terrorist.

And, I'm sorry, but anyone trying to place David Remnick and the New Yorker to the right of center is just plain ignorant SLASH in desperate, obvious need to improve their progressive image.

Excuse me, I have to go to my not-for-profit arts job and talk about how I blogged about this now.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

some thoughts on pride.

oh those fuckers.
i'm chilling out and watching Ghostbusters, and they cut the spin. bill murray just spins out of the shot and then they cut to the office.

ahem, pride.

well, i'm very proud.

i sometimes wonder what my gayness would be like if i'd thrown myself The Community upon my coming out instead of whatever it is i did instead. but i really have no idea. and obviously i did what i did and i probably wouldn't change it if i could.

but walking home from the Gansevoort today, crossing through the early hours of the parade, i did feel solidarity, comfort, pride, joy, pleasure, and calm. i like that it happens. i like that i don't have to march in it. it's enough.


presents!

the spin (it's at the end, trust me, best i could find) and other good stuff:


creation nation:

Saturday, June 21, 2008

rich, about TV -

i think that the resurgence in the popularity and quality of television has a lot to do with our generation's obsession with childhood.
this obsession is fueled by marketing, but probably created by a combination of 70's/80's wealth and selfishness as well as the realization that we will prolly not be richer (or even healthier) than our parents as well as a lot of other things.
this isn't a new though, but we haven't blogged about it, and i'm tired of the Tim Russert post being the first one i see.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Tim Russert and me.

I don't know Tim Russert.
I don't feel like he's part of my family.
I don't feel like we're friends.

He was an anchor, a pundit, who was present in my life because I like how he deals with politics and current events. I found Meet the Press immensely satisfying. I trusted Tim Russert. I loved listening to him and watching him on television. And I will miss that experience immensely.

In an age of so much deception...so much bias and partisanship...it really boils down to who you trust. I trusted Tim Russert. I just did.

I don't think this is the end of an era.
But it's sad. I'm sad.
And I wonder...what happens now?

Thursday, June 12, 2008

dick and jane go to war.

read this

john mccain's daughter has written an illustrated picture book about her father's life. um, hey john-boy, i don't think that's quite how obama rallied the 18-24 bracket, but good luck and godspeed.

this is my FAVORITE part of the book:
“He didn’t get the right kind of medical care for his broken bones, and the food was really bad,” she writes, accompanied by a somber drawing of Mr. McCain, looking apprehensive if not scared, sitting on the floor in a bare corner.

oh yes, we'll certainly raise our obese children to have a healthy and realistic view of war if we stress to them that being a POW means eating airplane food.

Friday, June 6, 2008

ribbons.

we hate them.

i want to make amputee ribbons that have no tails.

i want to make a crane victims ribbon that isn't a ribbon at all, but rather, a big decal made to look like a hole in your car.

i'm grateful for this.

i've been thinking about this joke for a while.

Sacha's mum (that's what they have in the jolly old), one Maureen Haworth, sent her this article, which made its way to me via the emails (does anyone else long for the day of pneumatics?).

To be clear, I'm not opposed to trading your pollution credits (it seems like a natural extension of the market...highly inevitable...and vital if the whole thing is to work...but that's a whole other story). What I'm opposed to that this article pokes fun at so well is (a) the self-aggrandizing nature of this, and the marketing initiatives that are sure to follow, that only feed into our culture of selfishness and (b) trading pollution credits while you zip around in your Hummer (the last line of the article sums it up nicely).

Anyway, thanks Mrs. Haworth, wherever you are.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Risa: i'll set up the time capsule and figure out clickclack
Sent at 10:37 AM on Thursday
me: Risa, can you not refer to it with Apple's all too euphemistic name?
can you call it the wireless harddrive please?
the thought of you working on a timecapsule is unbearable
Sent at 10:40 AM on Thursday
Risa: i put nina in it
while she's still alive
let's call it the catbox
me: done.
i mean it makes sense
cause it's a little box
but we can't call it a little box
cause you have so many boxes
but it's gotta be some kind of box
and really, if it's got that much space, you should be able to fit the cat inside the box.
so - catbox,.
can I post this to the blog?
Sent at 10:46 AM on Thursday

Risa is busy. You may be interrupting.

coffee shops.

I'm at an inspiring little coffee shop in Evanston, Pick a Cup
Literally, you order a drink for here, you pick the cup. Hilarious. And it is mish-moshed enough to remind me of the collective, 60 main

Holy crap?! the website for 60 main is all pretty! way to go npcc. And way to go being the first hit when I INTERNET SEARCH 60 main.

Did you all know that Chinese people are economically expendable? This article was a stark reminder that we do not live in China. China is not America, because China feels no compulsion to declare war on earthquakes.

Next week's poll will determine the victor in the war on earthquakes.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

My Birthday Gift to All of You

BunB's "That's Gangsta" featuring Sean Kingston


Rich, that survey, fucking awesome.


Euphemism for youTube: TV.

Friday, May 30, 2008

The Strangerer



I saw a play that deals with this, called The Strangerer - based on the Camus book which I have not read. And the company, Theater Oobleck, is doing that smart 'paywhatyoucan' strategy. At the box office I credited Radiohead with the idea, and they made it clear that I was wrong.

Regardless, this play was FANTASTIC. The best theater I've seen in Chicago. It's I guess the subject of the book, retold through the context of the Bush/Kerry debate in Florida, moderated by Jim Lehrer. Unfortunately, my problem that I have to got to disclose is this ridiculous preference for political art. I'm a total sucker. So while I think this really was stand alone good theater, I will recluse myself from giving too much about it. Bias - it only exists when you want it to!

I'm hungry.

Have you developed a euphemism for youtube yet? We need to euphemize it. Please think of something.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Not done yet.

So Risa, I'm not done blogging. I think I was intimated by our different approaches and that turned me away...but maybe I'll be more consistent if I just stick to my intentions.

And I don't need to explain things either, right? I think I'll feel better if I can relax feeling compelled to explain details of conversations we have on the phone. As we've discussed countless times, everybody knows what everybody is saying half the time anyway, our sentences are so repetive that we may as well just thing thing thing thing thing thing.

***

I've been way on the excitement about the skill breakdown of empathy through motivational interviewing. I haven't felt this way since college, but for the past week eveything has been connecting on an intellectualy splendid plane.

If everybody just learns how to do this, learns how to meet people where they're at, we can create a sex-positive, drug-positive, pluralistic, empathetic world.

I wonder where Barack Obama would fall on a sexuality and gender scale? And what his rating on the purity test is?

oh man....oh man.... I would put money on the fact that he has 'experimented'.

*** I apoligize for my use of hyperbole in this post. Hyperbole is gross.***

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

DTWOF #527


It's here!


Alison Bechdel says she's invoking a hiatus to finish her next graphic memoir.
It's fine.
I'm fine with it.
It's fine.
I believe in breaks, I think they're good, distances gives us perspective. She's not obligated to me in any way. She's not making a living from the strips, she needs to eat, this is fine. This is her right.

ALISON PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME PLEASE I LOVE THE STRIP I CRAVE IT OH GOD WHY INTEROBANG

Ahem.
Sorry.

Seriously, Alison, as much as I'll miss the strip, as happy as I'll be when it returns, good luck with all your projects...have some fun too dammit...and I look forward to whatever comes next.

Goodbye, Mr. Rauschenberg



I took Bob Rauschenberg as a hero in college. I think, originally, I just really loved his work. His pieces, like so much of the art I love, appeared to me as something I had always dreamed of...but never seen...and then they were there. Then, the more I learned about him, specifically his collaboration with John Cage and Merce Cunningham, he became a figure of possibility for me. He represents a lack of limitation; an artist can do anything with his/her chosen medium/ia. And yet, despite the infinite meanings they convey, his work is tightly controlled, limited in the best way. Each piece has its rules, its subjective meaning for Rauschenberg, which may or may not be conveyed to us as he meant them, but surely SOMETHING is conveyed.

Thank you, Mr. Rauschenberg.