<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991</id><updated>2011-09-08T11:30:37.158-05:00</updated><category term='ranting'/><category term='technology'/><category term='travel'/><category term='TV'/><category term='tx'/><category term='internets'/><category term='news'/><category term='movies'/><category term='photography'/><category term='books'/><category term='NYC'/><category term='California'/><category term='family'/><category term='politics'/><category term='sports'/><category term='design'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><category term='writing'/><category term='work'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>l a o s e r</title><subtitle type='html'>I LIKE YOU. DON'T TOUCH ME.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-683221471926663687</id><published>2011-06-30T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T10:35:08.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>New York Apartment Life, Chapter 3: Park Slope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YG6fpmVbEYk/TgyXiHGoU0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/TXOS7rMMkBQ/s1600/PS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YG6fpmVbEYk/TgyXiHGoU0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/TXOS7rMMkBQ/s400/PS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624036646957110082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YG6fpmVbEYk/TgyXiHGoU0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/TXOS7rMMkBQ/s1600/PS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;The next chapter in my New York experience could be best defined by extreme loud and quiet. I partied harder than I ever did in my life but also spent a lot of time alone in my apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I chose to concentrate my apartment hunt in Park Slope, mainly to stay near my few remaining friends. After an exhaustive search, I finally found a great 3-bedroom (with an extra storage/office room) in a picturesque brownstone only a block away from Prospect Park. My new roommates were complete strangers but friendly and normal. It was tough however feeling at home in the new environment and I didn't establish a sense of ownership until one of the roommates moved out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;The apartment was different than any place I'd lived before. Most of my living experiences, in Texas and New York, had been relatively newly built, but this place was easily a century old. The old world styling seeped out of every corner of the building. There were giant mirrors built into the walls throughout and decorative wood flourishes traced along and on the ceiling. Yet the owner had renovated it with a new kitchen and bathroom so there were no sacrifices to living there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Thus began my era of adventurousness in the city. I was newly single, had friends, had some money, so was able to explore and play in New York like I hadn't been able to before. My friends and I went everywhere and anywhere. I even established a regulated ritual of getting off work on Friday, taking a quick nap, having a light dinner and then meeting up my friend to go out. And repeated it the following night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;The quiet moments came about because my roommates were frequently absent. Most nights I had the entire apartment to myself. At times, the rooms and extremely long hallway seemed foreboding and cavernous. But for the most part, the place was extremely warm and comforting to be in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;One of my roommates was a bicycling enthusiast which rubbed off on me. It's been one of the best discoveries of my NYC life. On a bike, the entire city opens up to you in a way that can't be replicated by train or foot. I was no longer confined to just where the trains went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Even familiar streets take on an entirely new light while cruising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;That was the beginning of feeling at home in New York and even more important, that this place was mine. I could rightfully call myself a New Yorker. The city was no longer imposing or foreign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;My circle of friends also exploded exponentially. What started off as two, became an entire crew of fun-loving, party maniacs. Thus our outings became events. Nothing was as straightforward as just going out on the town. There had to be themes and costumes. I loved the sincerity behind it. No one was trying to look cool or be in a scene. The main purpose was to laugh and have a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;The apartment was the scene for various parties, group dinners, movie-watching nights, rooftop picnics, pumpkin carving parties, Bastille Day celebrations, the list goes on. My friends were as much a fixture of the place as my roommates were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;When it was time to move out, my friends expressed a surprising amount of grief for losing such a great place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-683221471926663687?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/683221471926663687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=683221471926663687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/683221471926663687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/683221471926663687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-york-apartment-life-chapter-3-park.html' title='New York Apartment Life, Chapter 3: Park Slope'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YG6fpmVbEYk/TgyXiHGoU0I/AAAAAAAAAkg/TXOS7rMMkBQ/s72-c/PS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-548212209072460469</id><published>2011-04-28T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:07:30.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>New York Apartment Life, Chapter 2: Carroll Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwZoNQlOVbw/TbmQrS5lbGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qwTUnTs1WMk/s1600/CG.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwZoNQlOVbw/TbmQrS5lbGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qwTUnTs1WMk/s400/CG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600666685094063202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwZoNQlOVbw/TbmQrS5lbGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qwTUnTs1WMk/s1600/CG.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Next was the move off the island and into Brooklyn. This started my love affair with the borough, but it was not an easy beginning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;After a year of living it up in Manhattan, I began to see the pitfalls of being so concentrated in one place. I missed the change in scenery and tone when I left work, got home, or went out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Plus the friends that I had in the city were all migrating to Brooklyn and loving it. I was definitely ready for less rent and more space. The less rent in Brooklyn is largely a myth these days but at least you get more for your money.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;One of the definitive moments was sitting in a bar called Camp. It was the middle of the day and the bar workers were grilling for themselves in the backyard. I was sitting at the bar with my girlfriend deliberating on an apartment when the bartender comes by to check on us and then says that if we're hungry we should help ourselves to the barbecue.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;The friendliness was such a stark contrast to the treatment I was getting in Manhattan that I decided right then that there was no going back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;In the end, we chose a newly developed building in Carroll Gardens. I should say we "lucked" into it since the area is notoriously tough to get into. There's less change-over since it's mostly Italian families that stake out a place and never have any inkling to leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;This created a wonderful familial aura to Carroll Gardens, which was a welcomed change from the East Village. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;As for the apartment, it was still a one bedroom and the kitchen wasn't much bigger, but the improvement was drastic. There was an actual living room, which was giant, as was the bedroom. The kitchen wasn't much more than a nook but having an actual refrigerator again was cause for much more excitement over an appliance than I ever thought possible. The bathroom was also bigger and didn't have the glass door and aluminum frame of the last apartment which I had to duck into every time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Due to the last living environment, my girlfriend and I went to great lengths to turn the Carroll Gardens apartment into an actual home. We bought actual furniture and ambitiously painted every room. Foolishly more than ambitiously since it took us weeks to get the painting over with. I even had to bribe my friend with beer to come over to help out. Don't ever ask me to help paint because apparently I'm retarded when it comes to properly applying paint to walls.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;A big wake-up call to Brooklyn and it's distance away from Manhattan was having to lug paint cans and supplies from Home Depot in the city via trains. The F was down during the weekends which complicated matters. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;This started my love/hate of the F which I was married to for the next three years. It was always the closest train to my apartments which was great, but it was also frequently closed for service.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Within the first few days of moving in, the downstairs neighbors came up to introduce themselves. This did not happen in the East Village. It was a couple with a two-year old girl. They came up to "just say hi" and that their daughter wanted to know what the "frightening noises from their ceiling were". &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;And thus I was introduced to the Brooklynite's way of passive aggressiveness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;They didn't give a shit who we were. They just wanted to send a message that we youngsters from the city better not make too much noise and disturb their little angel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;When we did have the inevitable house-warming party, I slipped a note under their door warning them in advance of the party, to let us know if we were making too much noise, and to come up and join us if they wanted. I wonder if the Treaty of Versailles contained such thinly veiled insincerity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Of course they didn't come to the party. But at 2am on the dot there was a knock on our door. I don't know how you can convey annoyance in knocking but our neighbor achieved it. I opened the door to find a seething woman who hissed "It's 2:00."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;I'm not a combative person and I'm definitely not into passive aggressive behavior. So we ended the party and never bothered to have another. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Despite sensitive/shitty neighbors, I loved the area. It had such a quaint community feeling. I reveled in the small, specialized shops. I would come back after work, go to the butcher for meat, go next door to the cheese shop, and then hit up the bakery a block down. I felt like I had escaped back in time before the likes of Wal-Mart destroyed the individual artisans. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;To me, moving from the East Village to Carroll Gardens indicated a shift in my New York life. The sheen and newness of the city had dulled a bit. It was less about daily (or nightly) adventures and more about how to settle and survive. It meant that this wasn't just a vacation but that I was making a stake for living in New York. It was this move that signaled to my parents that this wasn't a passing fancy, so they stopped asking when I was moving back and sold my car which they were holding on for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Unfortunately my time in the Carroll Gardens apartment was short-lived. My relationship had deteriorated beyond repair and I chose to leave the apartment to my ex. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;My memories of that apartment were very mixed. I recall being happy about feeling like I was going to make it in the city. But breaking up and still having to live with an ex was one of the most awkward and gut-wrenching times in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;It took nearly two months of weekend appointments to find a new place. I saw so many dumps and met so many weirdos that it seemed hopeless for a while. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;I was sad to let go of what I'd worked so hard to get to. But I don't doubt it was the best thing to do. Now, I've stabilized a friendship with my ex, and I still love to hit up the restaurants and bars in Carroll Gardens. Seriously, bar crawling on Smith Street is something I recommend to everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-548212209072460469?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/548212209072460469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=548212209072460469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/548212209072460469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/548212209072460469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-york-apartment-life-chapter-2.html' title='New York Apartment Life, Chapter 2: Carroll Gardens'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwZoNQlOVbw/TbmQrS5lbGI/AAAAAAAAAjo/qwTUnTs1WMk/s72-c/CG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7136084974245853016</id><published>2011-04-28T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:11:50.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>New York Apartment Life, Chapter 1: The East Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AE48g0ELFHc/TbmDiIyWBYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TScClGUID10/s1600/EV.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AE48g0ELFHc/TbmDiIyWBYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TScClGUID10/s400/EV.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600652234109355394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AE48g0ELFHc/TbmDiIyWBYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TScClGUID10/s1600/EV.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;New York City can depend greatly on where you live. It affects where you eat, what bars you frequent, even who you date. As ridiculous as it sounds, I've based my decision to not date someone when I found out she lived in Harlem while I was in Park Slope. I did date a girl with whom it took three trains to get to her apartment, and they weren't connecting trains. I can't think of anything that was a bigger pain in my life at that time (the commute, not the girl).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;After living in New York for almost six years, I've definitely experienced a wide range of this city. It seems easiest to sum up the chapters of my New York experience with which neighborhood I resided in. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;My first New York abode was in the East Village. It will also most likely be my last in Manhattan unless I become rich and/or famous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;It was the most appropriate area I can think of to fully immerse myself in the new metropolis. I can vividly recall walking down 1st Avenue thinking it was so far and foreign from the 8th Avenue area that I was more familiar with. In retrospect, it was really as if I had been placed in the heart of all the action.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;I worked, slept and played within a one mile radius, which blew my mind. "Played" is a loose term since I was also cripplingly poor at this time. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;They say that New York is an expensive place to live and I found that to be 100% true. It didn't help that I had a low paying job and had to periodically support my girlfriend/roommate who was in school so had zero income.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;The apartment itself was a rude wakeup call that I wasn't in Texas anymore. Listed as a two-bedroom, it was in actuality a one-bedroom with a wall put up around the living room. The result was an awkward and claustrophobic layout of tiny rooms and cramped hallways. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;For $2,000 per month, it was a far cry from my house in Austin which was a third of the cost.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Moving in and unpacking was like playing a large version of Jenga. Displacing one box didn't free up any space but rather created a more haphazard arrangement that threatened to collapse and bury you at any moment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;This theme of shifting objects for valuable room played itself out again during cooking. Preparing a meal required chopping an ingredient, stacking it on top of other ingredients and cleaning off the area to allow room to move on to the next step.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;This was because the kitchen was little more than a wall in the hallway with a mini stove and an under-the-counter dorm fridge. Yeah that's right, two grown-up post-graduate adults relying on one dorm fridge. You couldn't fit a liter container of milk, and nothing in the freezer section would ever completely freeze. Yet anything on the top shelf of the fridge section would ice over.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;The city seemed to be actively against cooking at home. The kitchen was a joke, the local grocery stores overcharged for ludicrously low quality food, and there were restaurants lining every street that literally had employees stand on the sidewalk to beg you to go inside to eat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;But being financially strapped meant that eating out was never an option. In the long run, this was actually a blessing since it forced me to learn how to cook. I was too poor to go out often and couldn't afford cable, yet my TV got the Food Network reception so I spent a lot of time watching their shows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;All the New York apartment stereotypes rang true for me. The space was abysmally small, the super was an old curmudgeon who never missed an opportunity to yell at me, and it was impossible to ignore the neighbors. I saw them naked, they saw me naked, I heard their activities, they probably heard mine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;I didn't actually see the apartment before I signed the lease. I was looking for a job and my girlfriend was in charge of the apartment hunt. She proclaimed it a dump upon first sight, saying that she couldn't even see the floor due to all the trash strewn about. But we were desperate and had limited options. Since we had previous lost out on an apartment because we waited to decide, we realized that landing a lease in the city was more of a mad dash with no room for deliberation. And it was still a fight to get the place. I had to ask my parents to sign on as guarantors. Not the most auspicious beginning for an aspiring, independent New Yorker.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;To this day I don't know anyone who's lived in more of a shithole. Everyone who walked into my place was horrified, as if they'd stumbled onto a murder scene.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;And the garbage. Good lord, the garbage. Every night, trash bags blockaded the entire street. So frequently did I walk along and get startled by a rat underfoot that I learned to stomp as I walked to my place in order to warn the rats of my coming.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Even today, I consider the East Village one of the dirtiest areas of the city. When I walk through the area now, there's a nostalgic charm I feel. But I know full well that dwelling within it was not a pleasant experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;Despite this, I endured. Partly because there was no other choice and partly because the city was still new and wondrous. Everything was a new experience. I accepted anything good or bad as simply the way it was in New York.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;And I never lost sight of the fact that as tough as it ever got, there were many people out there that had it worse. I was young, educated, and hard-working. I never truly feared for my survival.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;I see that first year and that first apartment as a trial by fire. As if New York was testing me for toughness. I knew it wasn't personal. New York is not an easy place to be. As many people who make it their home, I'm sure there are just as many who high-tail it out of here, balked or defeated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;It was then that I knew I wouldn't let New York defeat me. If and when I leave this city, it will be on my own terms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7136084974245853016?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7136084974245853016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7136084974245853016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7136084974245853016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7136084974245853016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-york-apartment-life-chapter-1-east.html' title='New York Apartment Life, Chapter 1: The East Village'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AE48g0ELFHc/TbmDiIyWBYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TScClGUID10/s72-c/EV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2300007090632782646</id><published>2011-04-07T15:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:10:24.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>You're Standing on My Neck: An Analysis of Daria (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I covered some stuff in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-standing-on-my-neck-analysis-of.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, now here's some more stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One of the main draws of the show, even today, is it's mantra that nothing and no one is perfect. The world is not black and white but shades of grey, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; tackled that head on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu7A1q0P8uo/TZ4i2tOOSkI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qAMOppOqHHs/s1600/daria05.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu7A1q0P8uo/TZ4i2tOOSkI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qAMOppOqHHs/s400/daria05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592946110488267330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;JODIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;An instance of the show's pioneering is its handling of African Americans. Mack was on the football team, but he was nowhere as idiotic as Kevin. In fact, he barely tolerated Kevin's presence and knew when the jokes were on Kevin. Jodie was just as smart as Daria but also popular and driven. Eventual valedictorian and prom queen, Jodi may have been the ultimate idealized person of the show, even more so than Daria. Jodie's parents were also shown as dedicated, successful adults to the envy of Daria's father, Jake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In Jodie, the writers masterfully created a depth to a show about a smart kid in a modern setting. Daria was always the show's heroine, but Jodie was proof that being smart didn't exclusively mean that one was an outcast. Jodie was an intellectual equal, but was also much more pragmatic. She knew how to play nice with others, while Daria was morally unbending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the Season 2 premiere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Arts N Crass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, Daria and Jane found themselves in a situation where their views were compromised by the teachers. As a result, they resorted to an extreme solution of sabotaging their own work. It's easy to wonder how Jodie would've handled the dilemma and predict that it would've been much less confrontational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Season 4 premiere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Partner's Complaint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; took the Jodie and Daria's relationship head-on. A class assignment resulted in a moral problem and forced them to confront their stylistic differences. Intellect was not the issue, but rather how to handle themselves in a nuanced situation. It was a great example that the show realized that the world isn't full of absolutes; that no one way is ever perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So the series had a very enlightened view of African Americans, but as an Asian American, I took particular enjoyment out of its unconventionally wry take on my culture. Tiffany was undoubtedly the dumbest member of the Fashion Club, to the point of barely literate. And the principle, Ms Li was unfailingly morally bankrupt, usually invoking activities that were ultimately for her own glorification and self-benefit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5dGWjL60CI/TZ4i2uA56aI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ioUCU6lJAsg/s1600/daria06a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5dGWjL60CI/TZ4i2uA56aI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ioUCU6lJAsg/s400/daria06a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592946110700841378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;IMPERFECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What was most impressive to me about the series was that it never shied away from the idea that nothing is perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; might have mainly been about how high school was a torturous experience, but nothing was immune from being placed under the show's microscope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The parents, while usually well-meaning, were usually clueless. The teachers usually came under the harshest criticism. Mr O'Neill embodied a modern educator who tried to be sensitive to his students' feelings but usually ended up wildly mis-interpreting them and making matters worse than before. Mr DeMartino was a more straight-laced portrait of a teacher but was so ground down by the inept students that his only coping mechanism to his misery was anger. Ms Li was already touched upon earlier. Mrs DeFoe, the art teacher was closest to a competent, encouraging figure for Jane but usually lacked enough insight to read into what Jane was thinking. Ms Barch was the hyperbolized feminist and was used to mostly comedic effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Even the cool kids were not ideal. Take the quintessentially hip, Trent. Even his worshipper, Daria saw the shortcomings of a guy without any ambition and the inability to be responsible. Despite that, I wished I was more like Trent. Probably because I was more like Upchuck in high school, though less creepily lecherous and more cluelessly shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's easy to see that the basic premise of the series was that Daria was an outsider and thus "imperfect" in the eyes of normal society. Further, it's interesting to realize that even through the lens of the show which was always on Daria's side, that we could see her faults. Yes, she was a brain which casts her out from others, but in more cases her moral code caused more of the conflict than straight-up intelligence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Of course there's also the instance of her stealing Tom away from Jane, which was a bold move to put the show's heroine in that position. Again, I initially saw this as a distraction from what the show was about, but now I think it was a perfect and natural path that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; went on. With this upheaval, Jane and Daria's friendship was no longer out of convenience or adolescent playing. It suddenly became very adult and very real. They had to face this issue and purposefully decide to stay friends. It showed that no friendship, even true pairings of kindredness, is immune to scarring. And that a lasting friendship isn't automatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aunt Amy made a few appearances throughout the series, usually to provide adult support to Daria in times of distress. Thus, we were set up to see her as a perfected, future version of Daria. Amy had overcome whatever obstacles were in her adolescent youth to become a confident, successful adult which is what we want for Daria. Yet even Amy felt the sting of imperfection in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aunt Nauseam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; when instead of coming to the rescue, she fell into sibling squabbling like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Flaws weren't confined to individuals but entire groups and institutions. Almost every business, from the Mall of the Millennium to the local banks, showed signs of corruption. College students were portrayed as the same slackers as in high school, showing that graduating from Lawndale wasn't going to be the end of anyone's problems. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is It Fall Yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Jane attends an art camp which should've been a haven for her. Yet she quickly discovers that even artists are not immune to social flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8XfeSts9aw/TZ4i2x3A-HI/AAAAAAAAAjY/H1dmRxvnM_U/s1600/daria07.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N8XfeSts9aw/TZ4i2x3A-HI/AAAAAAAAAjY/H1dmRxvnM_U/s400/daria07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592946111733102706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;FAILURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Failure permeated the show on a variety of levels: the failure of parents to effectively connect to their kids, the failure of high school teachers in just about every way, Jake's professional floundering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Most importantly, the show embraced the idea of making Daria fail on more than one occasion. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Story of D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, Daria is encouraged to submit a short story to a literary magazine and faces rejection. The result crushes Daria's sense of self, since writing was one of the few pillars of strength that she had always clung to. Further, as graduation loomed in the finale, Daria found out she wasn't accepted into the prestigious Bromwell, hinting it was due not lack of grades but a less than engaging personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There's the saying that you learn more by failing than by succeeding. And certainly no one, no matter how talented or intelligent can win everything. Daria certainly wavered when she failed but it was important to showed that she survived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I remember their portrayal of Daria as imperfect being very significant to me. Here was a character we were supposed to relate to and cheer for. And here the show writers were saying that it was okay to fail and to be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm sure I could keep going but I think I'll let that sink in for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2300007090632782646?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2300007090632782646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2300007090632782646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2300007090632782646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2300007090632782646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-standing-on-my-neck-analysis-of_07.html' title='You&apos;re Standing on My Neck: An Analysis of Daria (Part 2)'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qu7A1q0P8uo/TZ4i2tOOSkI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qAMOppOqHHs/s72-c/daria05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7784257693401045233</id><published>2011-04-07T15:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:07:02.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>You're Standing on My Neck: An Analysis of Daria (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Recently, I've rediscovered a show from my youth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. I'm still amazed at the wealth the show had to offer and have been thinking about its impact. A marathon viewing of every episode reminded me why I always admired the series while also unearthing a few new observations that I missed before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82Rtxyy36sY/TZ4c9JVGCNI/AAAAAAAAAio/t_xXnoLtQGM/s1600/daria01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82Rtxyy36sY/TZ4c9JVGCNI/AAAAAAAAAio/t_xXnoLtQGM/s400/daria01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592939624042727634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;RECOLLECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Looking back, it still seems revolutionary and unique in its handling of high school life. Though I was surprised at a some things that I incorrectly remembered. For one, I thought the show debuted in the heyday of the Alternative uprising; as MTV's voice which spoke out against the hollow offerings of shows like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Beverly Hills 90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. However, the show actually aired in the tail-end of the 90s and into the early 2000s when MTV had already steered head-first into the squealing mainstream of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;TRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and Britney Spears. Then again, maybe that helps prove that the show was so special. The Alternative movement was already dying from the inside out from corporate corruption and Teeny Pop was already surging into all facets of media. In effect, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; was the last of the breed, and MTV's final gesture of authenticity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As an outsider, I definitely grew an instant attachment to the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What made the show truly original was that it spoke to and about a group of kids that usually wasn't given much focus in media. If they were portrayed, usually it was in the form of a background weirdo or misfit side-character. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, the spotlight wasn't on the typical kids who were well-adjusted, popular, and sporty. In fact, the show was a shot across the bow to the "normal" types. They were still the popular ones in class. But now they were the butt of the jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; proved that there was an audience that had been untapped. Thus paving the way for future misfit shows like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Freaks and Geeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, and the basic acceptance (and celebration) of nerd culture so prevalent today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seeing the series again as an older person also highlighted some aspects that may have been more about adults writing for teens. Why were they so into pizza? They were teenagers, not ninja turtles. Yeah I remember liking pizza and it was a treat to eat a slice or two, but it was never the singular dietary obsession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And the series tended to overlook the sillier aspects of teenage life. It's a period where we transition out of childhood and there are still remnants of goofiness that permeate in everyday life. Teen viewers probably aspire to how adult the characters were all the time, but I think an occasional sprinkling of pure joyousness once in a while would've done the show some good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Those are minor quibbles though to a show that was supremely adept at getting into the mindset of a person in their teens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPSMa7792C0/TZ4c9AdOCHI/AAAAAAAAAiw/cW2A5Cu59FM/s1600/daria02.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vPSMa7792C0/TZ4c9AdOCHI/AAAAAAAAAiw/cW2A5Cu59FM/s400/daria02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592939621660887154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MATURITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The show probably provided a strong voice for young women, but I think it also spoke well to any teen who felt like an outsider. What helped is that the show handled itself maturely and never pandered or talked down to its audience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;On the surface, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; seemed to just be about archetypes and jokes about all those archetypes. Quinn was the pretty and popular child, Brittany was the well-endowed, vapid cheerleader, Kevin was the moronic jock, Jane was the artsy alt-girl, and Daria was the isolated brainiac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;While those characters were a fertile playground of jokes, the show was not afraid to tackle serious issues. The Season 1 finale, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Misery Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; dealt with the aftermath of a death. The range of confusion and guilt experienced by various characters showed a depth of subtlety that is rarely found in a TV show, let alone a cartoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The last two seasons of the show introduced Tom as a romantic element to Jane and eventually Daria. At the time, I decried his addition as a misstep, turning an atypical show into just more trite teeny bopper pandering of girls fighting over boys. But upon a recent viewing of the entire series, it made much more sense. And the Tom story was less pervasive through the show than I recall. There were still plenty of episodes that didn't deal with him at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Storywise, Tom was another way for the show to deal with a heavy issue in the lives of teens and portray the complexity of what happens between friends when love gets in the way. Daria and Jane's friendship was the bedrock of the series and it was a bold move for the creators to shake that up. It demonstrated that the show was willing to grow along with its audience. Whereas other cartoons and shows are content with the infinite loop of high school life in their universes, &lt;i&gt;Daria&lt;/i&gt; evolved past "Hey our classmates are so dumb" and into issues like relationships and what to do with your life as college and adulthood loom on the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Examples of growth also occurred with Quinn in the movie between seasons 4 and 5. After years of treating boys as disposable playthings, Quinn feels the pangs of infatuation… to a boy with a brain. His eventual rejection makes her take stock of her position and see value her own intelligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stacy was an unlikely instance of growth in the end of the series span. Arguably the most fragile member of the Fashion Club, she eventually rebelled against the group's ideals by being Upchuck's magic assistant, and in the movie finale, she was the death knell for the club by standing up to Sandi's list of demands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lest the show be seen as too morally heavy, there were for sure, moments of mockery that the series never strayed from. Kevin was always a buffoon, Sandi was an ice queen, and Jane was always a cool customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZm7N1zvKNI/TZ4c9Rsj5JI/AAAAAAAAAi4/P-n5hhahWVM/s1600/daria03.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WZm7N1zvKNI/TZ4c9Rsj5JI/AAAAAAAAAi4/P-n5hhahWVM/s400/daria03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592939626288637074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;JANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What's interesting is that within minutes of the first episode, Daria found a kindred spirit in another student, Jane. I'm sure logistically, the show needed a companion to Daria otherwise there wouldn't be a whole lot of dialogue for the show. That aside, it was a good sign to us all that even the most alienated person could find someone to relate to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The amazing thing is that the creators didn't set out to find an intellectual equal to Daria (that would come later with Jodie) but someone who had a similar personality yet qualities that set her apart. Artsy and cool, Jane was even allowed to venture into un-Daria-esque territory like enjoying a physical activity like jogging. It's easy to imagine that before Daria transferred to Lawndale, Jane coped quite well on her own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In Jane, the writers were allowed to play with insecurities that probably wouldn't be applicable to Daria. Jane in a period of self-doubt actually tried out for the cheerleading squad. In an effort to make money, she momentarily sold-out and flailed creatively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zc1RsyekX5A/TZ4c93dqjNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/eEpyTE5K-kA/s1600/daria04.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zc1RsyekX5A/TZ4c93dqjNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/eEpyTE5K-kA/s400/daria04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592939636426706130" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One of the most important aspects of the show was the family environment. Interestingly, the show kept Daria in a relatively stable household. While certainly dysfunctional, the parents were still together and accessible to their kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jake, the father, was without question a neurotic, hapless dad who had his own father issues. But he never purposely veered away from wanting the best for his wife and kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Helen, the workaholic mother would always begin a scene as distracted and disengaged, though eventually had keen insight on what was going on with the girls and usually gave Daria poignant advice on her problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quinn (clever play on "Queen") was predominantly used as a foil for Daria a majority of the time. Though whenever a drastic upheaval would occur that would shake up her orderly world (ie. the threat of divorce between the parents or the rejection of a boy she actually liked), Quinn would show that she was a loyal and loving sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In this light, the show actually portrays a pretty healthy and optimistic view of a modern family. More-so than viewers would expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Despite the underlying normality of the family, the series utilized a wealth of humor and story out of the roles of the shallow sister and the out of touch parents. This is where the show's Anti-Adult policy usually rears its head. The parents, and the teachers, were adults, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; was very clear about marking them as The Enemy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe viewing the episodes as a much older person is giving me a slanted view, but I never recall being a teen and observing grown ups as such opposition. Sure teens go through angst and rebelliousness, but I never recoiled at my parents or any adult who showed genuine care and desire to help me. This was one of the few hard-lined stances in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Daria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, which is surprising given the amazing sensitivity and insight the show normally had on key issues of youth. Even the few instances when Daria would recognize that her parents were helpful, her gratitude would be uttered in reluctant mumbling. And her parents would react in shocked disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perhaps not totally unaware of their maintaining the nuclear family status, the show creators placed Jane's family in direct opposition to Daria's. The parents were unresponsive, if they were around at all. Here, the show seemed to take a stance of Nature over Nurture. After all, Jane is just as well-developed as Daria as far as personality and sense of self worth, even without a family like Daria's. However the show rarely dove into Jane's family life other than as a joke. I honestly didn't recall ever seeing her parents' faces, making them spiritual successors to Charlie Brown's teachers and parents. But in the 3rd season episode, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lane Miserables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, we get a view of the Lane family coming back to the house, and Jane and Trent's reaction is that they just want them to go away again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;By the way, how amazing is it that one of the Lanes is named Penny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In Part 2, I hope to focus more on themes of imperfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7784257693401045233?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7784257693401045233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7784257693401045233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7784257693401045233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7784257693401045233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-standing-on-my-neck-analysis-of.html' title='You&apos;re Standing on My Neck: An Analysis of Daria (Part 1)'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82Rtxyy36sY/TZ4c9JVGCNI/AAAAAAAAAio/t_xXnoLtQGM/s72-c/daria01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2034148369159134012</id><published>2010-07-26T10:06:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T12:02:04.432-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Fueling our future</title><content type='html'>I've always followed our world's energy needs with great interest. It started out less about the cost issues associated with our oil dependency and more about ecological impact. But as I learned more, I realized that we have a lot of reasons as a country to move away from our current energy policy. Also, the fact that oil is practically our sole provider for so many crucial aspects of our civilization seems like a setup for a future disaster. Since I was young, we've been hammered with the fact that fossil fuels are a limited resource. So why isn't this addressed with the upmost urgency? This is a problem we cannot simply buy our way out of. Within the next two generations, the world's oil reserves would almost surely be depleted. What then?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cannot avoid this problem and think that it will simply resolve itself. The BP oil disaster in the Gulf has only reinforced the suspicion that we can't rely on big business to work this problem out for us. The opposite in fact. They will continue to feed our oil addiction for as long as possible and maximize their profits. As supply diminishes and demand skyrockets, companies only look to gain more. Why would they bother introducing any ideas or technology to undercut their dominance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We as a whole need to take the lead to drive policies, push technology and alter our habits. This is my attempt to galvanize my own thoughts on the situation and what can be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;REDUCE CONSUMPTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A daunting task considering the development of China and other nations who's energy needs will surely increase as time goes on. In the United States though, we have established infrastructures that can allow us to, at least individually, keep us from using more fuel than needed. Simple things such as turning off lights and appliances when not in use, commuting to work or using mass transit would drastically undercut our energy consumption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suburbanization has pushed people further away from their places of work, increasing commute times and thus fuel usage. Advancement of communications technology such as teleconferencing, and company policies allowing for working offsite could help reduce the need to commute to the office everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;INCREASE FUEL EFFICIENCY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Car mileage per gallon is the first thought that comes to mind. In the 1970s during the Mideast Oil Embargo on the U.S., gasoline was in scarce supply and for the first time created awareness of the fragility of our country's dependency on oil. &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/carter/filmmore/ps_energy.html"&gt;President Carter&lt;/a&gt; responded by introducing radical policies that included investigating alternative fuels and increasing standards on fuel efficiency in vehicles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately most of the proposals he set in motion were systematically shut down by the next administration. Had his &lt;a href="http://energybulletin.net/node/9657"&gt;policies&lt;/a&gt; been followed to fruition, automakers would've been pushed to continually increase the fuel efficiency at a rate of &lt;a href="http://www.howwedrive.com/2009/05/29/century-of-progress/"&gt;2% per year&lt;/a&gt;! Instead, the car industry has been allowed to sit on technology for the past 40 years at a nearly constant rate of 15 - 25 mpg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TE2_omANxtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-vPr0cnEeyU/s1600/mpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TE2_omANxtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-vPr0cnEeyU/s400/mpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498261424206366418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is when I become frustrated with policies driven by the pocketbooks of corporations. I'm not a anti-big business zealot or a conspiracy theorist, but it's hard to ignore the meddling hands of corporate self-interest in these situations. There's a reason why so much of this information has been difficult to uncover on the internet and why policies are so impossible to push through in government. Keeping the public in the dark and feeding us their side of the story allows them to keep doing what they're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dramatic change will only come from the public. Even researching these issues has been tough since it's hard to determine if the sources are unbiased (towards either side). The only thing to do is to keep reading as much as possible and decide for oneself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another way to address fuel efficiency is to rethink our country's electrical grid. Our aging grid creates uneven distribution, haphazard architecture and electrical waste. Remapped systems and better conductive materials could increase efficiency of output without drastic rethinking of the power sources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALTERNATIVE FUEL SOURCES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However we proceed, whichever source of power we draw from, the only clear thing is that we cannot rely on fossil fuels anymore. Renewable and sustainable should be key credos of any future policy. Surprisingly, many of the technological innovations necessary may already be out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diesel_engine"&gt;diesel engine&lt;/a&gt; was originally meant to run on biofuel. Convoluted agriculture policies put forth by the government, while not directed at stunting the biofuel diesel engine, effectively caused the makers to switch to petrol fuel. Amazingly unbeknownst to most people, the modern diesel engine will run on biofuel gasoline without ANY modification. The result is higher fuel efficiency than a normal gas engine and none of the polluting emissions. And no direct reliance on fossil fuels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biofuel is an attractive solution because it can come from used material. Grease from fast food fryers can be utilized into biofuel. Weed crops such as &lt;a href="http://bioenergy.ornl.gov/papers/misc/switgrs.html"&gt;switchgrass&lt;/a&gt; can also be a source, which is beneficial for not competing with the needs of usage such as other crops like corn. Also, weed crops grow in less than ideal environments that are usually considered unfarmable, again avoiding any competition for valuable farming land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another source of biofuel that is being developed is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algae_fuel"&gt;algae&lt;/a&gt;. The benefits include eating up large amounts of carbon dioxide from our air, requiring less space to grow, the ability to grow from our own waste and sewage, and not emitting carbon dioxide when burned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://newenergyandfuel.com/http:/newenergyandfuel/com/2008/12/03/the-latest-hybrid-plant-for-biofuel/"&gt;Megaflora&lt;/a&gt; is also a new alternative that is being studied. These are engineered trees that grow to full size within three years, and when cut down can regrow from the cut stump back into a full tree again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before proclaiming biofuel as the savior to our problems, I want to do further research to see what possible offsetting &lt;a href="http://www.sciencenews.org/view/generic/id/55665/title/Algae_as_biofuel_still_rough_around_the_edges"&gt;issues&lt;/a&gt; come along with them. The methods are definitely new but promising as well. Virgin Airlines has been one of the many proponents of the emerging technology, even flying over the &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23321510/"&gt;Atlantic&lt;/a&gt; on biodiesel to prove it's viability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethanol has been the subject of many debates as a possible alternative to oil. Enough has been written and can be easily found on the web so I won't repeat it all here. But I know that one of the complaints is that corn is a food crop that could be problematic if we also being to rely on it for fuel consumption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thinking here is that this could be an opportunity to move America away from its corn addiction (food-wise anyway). Much has been made of how our food industry is creating many unhealthy and fat people with so many additives, primarily corn. There are enough books and documentary films out there to start convincing people to not eat so much food with corn additives so the movement already has traction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know why America supports corn as much as it does. After all, it's still a vital way to make a living for many farmers. Our government heavily subsidizes corn so that it becomes integral to much of our food. But the fact is that our corn growers actually overproduce the crop and sell it to other countries. We don't grow so much corn out of dietary need, but to keep the influential farm states in business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look at another food staple: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_salt"&gt;salt&lt;/a&gt;, which has been the crux of more than one civilization. Salt was virtually the only way to preserve meat historically and thus was of vital importance to living. The Salt Industry in America had a tight grip on governmental policy, much like oil and corn do today. It was only after the development of the electrical grid and refrigeration technology that we needn't rely on salt as we did, which resulted in its loss of influence on our politicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Similarly, the corn industry is a powerful lobbying influencer that could be tough to circumvent. However, our energy needs could provide an elegant solution that solves our food industry problem with corn without having to fight the corn industry or try to strip it of its power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An indirect solution, such as a technological innovation, may be the only way to effectively fight against such powerful opponents. I just have no idea what that innovation would be for our oil addiction. What is clear to me is that our technological creativity is not the problem. It's the restriction of policy and the greed that drives it. (See General Motors and the EV1.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, it is upon us (the public and the consumer) to force the change. Only after hearing the outcry of the public will politicians make the necessary changes. In Germany, biofuel is subsidized to be cheaper than gasoline, thus making it easier for consumers to move towards alternative fuels. In Sweden, renewable fuel sources are untaxed in an effort to move towards complete petroleum freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other energy alternatives that have always been on the table are wind and solar. These are possibly the most ideal solutions, in theory. Completely natural and renewable, they require virtually no effort on our part to generate. The only problem, which has always been the problem, is that we are unable to get high yields of energy from these sources. Until we revolutionize the method of capturing this energy, they will always be relegated as marginal sources. One other problem with the current setup is that each requires rather large equipment to collect wind or sunlight. Any future technology needs to be space efficient as well. Imagine if we had a car with one small solar panel instead of having every inch of its surface covered. Or if we had a personal windmill the size of our satellite tv dishes on our roof instead of the giant field monoliths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRUE INNOVATION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As ingenius as we humans have been with how we get our energy (the grease biofuel still impresses me), it's amazing to me that everything still boils down to us burning something to turn generators to produce energy. It seems to rudimentary and antiquated that I'm surprised that we haven't found another way to get electricity. Isn't there any other way than to create steam to push turbines to create static electricity??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even our modern cars use gasoline because it creates an explosion when lit which causes air pressure to push a piston in the engine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I criticize our collective inability to create other methods but I don't really have any substantial solutions either. I'm not that smart. I can throw out wild ideas but have no idea how they work or how to repurpose them for our energy needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about plant photosynthesis? Plants are able to capture sunlight and use it as energy. They definitely aren't using steam turbines. Can we somehow synthesize or replicate how they do it? Or is there a way to use plants directly and tap into their energy generating ability?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The human body uses electricity to carry signals. How are our bodies generating those sparks? Can we copy that somehow? I'm not suggesting we get all Matrix-y and insert tubes into people or anything. I'm just saying we always get our inspiration from nature and it seems to me that we haven't really felt the need to push our energy creation solutions beyond what they already are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So those are my thoughts. No fool-proof or total solutions. I suspect the real answer lies in an amalgamation of methods rather than one magic answer. I still have faith in our current President to push for energy independence and technological innovation. But I also know that he is mired in our current polarized political system and can't do it alone. He's been focused on a lot of issues, like universal health care, but with the BP disaster and the resulting public dissatisfaction with oil companies, it'd be a wasted opportunity if he didn't channel some of the public attention into innovative policy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2034148369159134012?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2034148369159134012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2034148369159134012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2034148369159134012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2034148369159134012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/07/fueling-our-future.html' title='Fueling our future'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TE2_omANxtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-vPr0cnEeyU/s72-c/mpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-114232592285033211</id><published>2010-07-02T09:35:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:57:15.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Role Call : Fractured Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TC4iKMUDTEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8skx6v6M4So/s1600/OldSpice.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Related Posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-primer.html"&gt;Part 1 : Primer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-evolution-of-manliness.html"&gt;Part 2 : Evolution of Man(liness)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-modern-man.html"&gt;Part 3 : Modern Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-post-modern-man.html"&gt;Part 4 : Post-Modern Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-modern-man.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The current shift in social gender behavior further proves that we are an unpredictable species. I would've never fathomed such formulations as possibilities. I also think that we're still in the middle of this era which also makes it harder to examine with an unskewed perspective.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scales began tipping from male dominated to equal and then to female dominated. In this brave new world, men resisted and reacted in various ways. Some fought to hold onto what they could, others embraced the new system. Demands on men to be more sensitive and sympathetic also made it okay to be not so macho. Historically, it was unpopular to be wimpy and non-athletic. But in today's era, it was not only accepted but fashionable. The rise of the metrosexual gave empowerment to those who saw the typical jocks and hunks as brutish and unsophisticated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not every guy embraced this new persona. My trips back to Texas would result in a lot of scoffing about "sissy metrosexuals". The reaction was to get bigger SUVs and buy fishing boats. Yet like in any war of escalation, overt signs of hetero-manliness was seen as a sign of repressed homosexuality. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. The only way to go along unscathed was to remain neutral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TC4WVhTR0mI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OWTYakDDnO0/s200/richards.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489349554783507042" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post-Modernism created a battlefield for sexual dominance. Coming out of that period, men took an interesting stance: they embraced the role of the lesser. As mentioned previously, women fought for more respectable representation in society. Thus in media, the women grew more intelligent and ambitious. Yet possibly due to our base human values, they had to stay beautiful. The most transparent (and ridiculous) case had to be the casting of Denise Richards as a nuclear physicist in the James Bond movie, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_World_Is_Not_Enough"&gt;The World is Not Enough&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I don't want to promote the idea that beauty and brains are incompatible in a woman, but Richards as an actor lacked the skill and gravitas to pull of a cerebral heavyweight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TC4Vxoj9SdI/AAAAAAAAAdE/9SwrwLJF68g/s400/sitcom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489348938257222098" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Possibly to emphasize the ascension of females, the guys in the shows became more buffoonish. Early pioneers included &lt;i&gt;Home Improvement&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Malcolm in the Middle&lt;/i&gt;. Even Homer Simpson began to evolve (or devolve) as time progressed, to reflect this change in social attitudes. The show creators laughingly admit that Homer's IQ dropped as the seasons went on. Gone were the days of &lt;i&gt;The Cosby Show&lt;/i&gt; when both adults could be competent equals. One had to be the butt of the jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though creator Matt Groening has said that he believes that audiences love an idiot, which means Homer's stupidity isn't exactly rooted in gender role upheavals. His theory has merit. Throughout television history, bumbling males have proven popular with watchers, even up to today with characters like David Brent from &lt;i&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt;. The psychology behind this approach reasons that people don't want to feel inferior to the characters they watch, so enjoy watching morons as long as they're basically good-hearted in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True to this, virtually every character on &lt;i&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt; takes a dip in intelligence. But why then do Marge and Lisa remain intact for the most part throughout the show's span? Are we less inclined as a society to find it comfortable to laugh at an idiotic Lisa as opposed to an idiotic Bart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So women were smarter, savvier and still sexy. But men grew fatter, uglier and dumber. A pair that became comedy gold in recent history. So predominate, it became the default set-up for any show. You couldn't land on a channel and not see a fit starlet sitting on the couch next to a beer-bellied oaf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My initial reaction was to wonder, "Is this what we're expected to be as guys?" But my second thought was to ask, "Is this what women are expecting to get from guys?" Are women being conditioned to have low expectations towards men? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost as if the men, losing the tide of battle, turned around and said "Women want to be superior? They think we're not as good as them? Fine, we can do that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow men were promoted to think that they can envision themselves with brainiac supermodels while not having the same expectations of themselves. And women, fighting so hard to gain respect somehow got the tables turned on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It became acceptable for men to revel in their nerdiness. Video games and comic books would instantly sink one's social standing when I was in high school. Yet today, it's cool. A guy can embrace his geekdom and the hot girls will still come running. The video game channel G4 punctuates this with the former-model turned host, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olivia_Munn"&gt;Olivia Munn&lt;/a&gt;. Moral of the story? Hot chicks gravitate towards guys, no matter how geeky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The theme of a nerdy, emotionally-stunted manchild was crafted to perfection in Will Ferrell, and virtually every Judd Apatow movie. The guys were immature and awkward but women loved them anyway. I'm not discounting the attractive power of humor in a man, but is it the same when the sides are flipped? Are men as conditioned to accept less than perfection in women?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TC4YFb8UReI/AAAAAAAAAdk/5tulOIxaTRk/s200/shes-all-that.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489351477490370018" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel in &lt;i&gt;Flight of the Conchords&lt;/i&gt; is nerdy and passionate about her likes, but is also portrayed as a little insane. In practically every teen movie, the nerdy girl is just a suppressed princess waiting for a guy to help her discover her true nature. In &lt;i&gt;American Pie&lt;/i&gt;, Alyson Hannigan's sweet yet dull band nerd is actually a sexual deviant in disguise. In &lt;i&gt;She's All That&lt;/i&gt;, Rachel Leigh Cook plays an antisocial misfit who just needs the right guy and a makeover. Take note, girls: remove your glasses and you can be prom queen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guys? That prom queen will ultimately see you for your inner beauty. No need to quit the chess club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll admit that media's portrayal of men isn't so rigid. Rock stars will always be wild, bad boys, despite the occasional &lt;i&gt;Weezer&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Vampire Weekend&lt;/i&gt; saying it's okay to rock out in glasses and sweater-vests. And Hollywood will always find a pretty boy for girls to fawn over (current iteration: Edward Pattinson). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But is that enough? Yeah, handsome men are still portrayed in media but they're virtually never paired off with anyone less radiant than a Julia Roberts or a Catherine Zeta Jones. Is Brad Pitt ever in a tryst with a fat, unattractive girl? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is the equality? Guys are conditioned to think "Well, I can't look like George Clooney. But it's also okay if I look like Kevin James because I'll still get the hot girl."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TC4e9xlucAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/C0YnDWxOEAQ/s320/kareno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489359042443636738" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there's evidence counter to this theory. I like to think that Karen O of the &lt;i&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/i&gt; is a great role model for impressionable girls. Here's someone who doesn't fit our society's guidelines of beauty. But she is 100% comfortable in her own skin and has such high sense of self that she doesn't find it necessary to conform to a more accepted public opinion. She has an unusual fashion sense but flaunts it with such genuine joy that one can't help but respect her and find her sexy because of it. Still, she's a rock star and isn't that sexy to begin with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dove recently put out an ad campaign to promote real women with real curves as beautiful, bucking the trend of Victoria's Secret waif yet buxom idols. An admirable effort, yet it was still rife with &lt;a href="http://gawker.com/388507/doves-real-women-fakes"&gt;controversy&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently, the "real women" weren't as real as they were touted to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite these efforts, the overall trend is for women to have high expectations of themselves, yet low qualifications of the men they should seek. And men are told to think the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TC4YM_40tQI/AAAAAAAAAds/d71PsIzam1U/s200/knocked-up.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489351607398479106" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Apatow movie, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knocked_Up"&gt;Knocked Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; took this awareness and attempted to subvert it. "Hey you look like Katherine Heigl. Why &lt;i&gt;wouldn't&lt;/i&gt; you be disgusted to be with someone who looks like Seth Rogen?" Yet the story ended up conforming by having her fall in love with the guy anyway. Stereotypical behavior is acknowledged but preserved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What this film indicates that we as a society are becoming increasingly self-aware. We know what's happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TC4iKMUDTEI/AAAAAAAAAeE/8skx6v6M4So/s320/OldSpice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489362554310577218" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are occasional references back to the Post-Modernism resistance, yet in a more subversive way. Old Spice's recent campaign, "Smell Like a Real Man" carries the same message as some of the older ads. But the effect is purely for over-the-top, humorous effect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another example of this awareness is the AMC show, &lt;i&gt;MadMen&lt;/i&gt;. Harkening back to the 60's, social trends are accentuated by the stark contrast of today's standards. But that show is so rich with material that I'll refrain from delving into it to possibly save it for a more in-depth examination in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do we go from here? Judging from the twists and turns that I've already observed, it won't be easily predicted. One certainty is that we won't be able to go back to the clearly defined roles of the past. Our gender boundaries continue to fracture and blur. We constantly have to reassess what we consider to be manly or womanly. As information continues to proliferate our lives and our ability to project ourselves becomes more ubiquitous, we more frequently re-assimilate ourselves and our self-perceptions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Freudian terminology, we could apply my proposed categorizations as elements of an overall social psyche. Modern was the Superego, aiming for perfection and harmony. Post-Modern was the Id, reacting as brutal instinctual force trying to preserve the primal roles. And the Current era is the Ego, trying to reconcile a balance between the two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I don't mind subverting the old values of what a man is, but I also don't want to lose a sense of manliness. In a woman, I want an intelligent, confident person who still wants to feel sexy. What's so hard about that, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-114232592285033211?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/114232592285033211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=114232592285033211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/114232592285033211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/114232592285033211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/07/role-call-fractured-man.html' title='Role Call : Fractured Man'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TC4WVhTR0mI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OWTYakDDnO0/s72-c/richards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2248809519701385197</id><published>2010-06-30T10:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:20:24.806-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Role Call : Post-Modern Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCt5bjF5u3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/L0bgRTeeLtQ/s1600/friends.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Related Posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-primer.html"&gt;Part 1 : Primer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-evolution-of-manliness.html"&gt;Part 2 : Evolution of Man(liness)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-modern-man.html"&gt;Part 3 : Modern Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/07/role-call-fractured-man.html"&gt;Part 5 : Fractured Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;An interesting phenomenon began to occur out of the Modern era: women became the experts. At least in the form of media and advertising. Whether it was to appeal to feminism or to appear politically correct or for other reasons, Father Knows Best gave way to Mother Knows Best. Countless commercials featuring comparative products would feature a man who chose the subpar product and was suffering in result, and a woman who picked the featured product and was continuing blissfully on with her life. Cough medicine, food products, household cleaners, the scenario was always the same. Women were savvy and men were clueless. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A shift in power was clearly occurring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCup9BX-yGI/AAAAAAAAAck/VZrJ9gclp48/s200/the-spice-girls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488667436687214690" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still debating if the emergence of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spice_girls"&gt;Spice Girls&lt;/a&gt; adds to any validity to this trend. The constant "Girl Power" shouting probably had some effect but it's hard to look past the shameless corporate manipulation. Although in conjunction with the explosion of boy bands such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/N%27Sync"&gt;N'Sync&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Backstreet_Boys"&gt;Backstreet Boys&lt;/a&gt;, the entertainment industry obviously regarded young women as a powerful new demographic that demonstrated surprising purchasing power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, boy bands were nothing new. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Kids_on_the_Block"&gt;New Kids on the Block&lt;/a&gt; and arguably &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackson_5"&gt;The Jackson 5&lt;/a&gt; proved that teenage girls were a worthy target market. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What effect did this have on young guys? If my experience during the New Kids phenomenon revealed anything, it's that every boy &lt;i&gt;hated&lt;/i&gt; these bands. How was a pre-pubescent dork ever going to compare to Donnie Wahlberg or Justin Timberlake? One couldn't even fake an interest in the bands to gain some commonality with a girl, since it would be a traitorous gesture towards fellow guy classmates. Or worse one would be perceived as kind of girly by the actual girls one was trying to be near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friends"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was in many ways the seminal 90's show. Three women, three men living modern lifestyles in a modern New York City. Women would talk openly about sex, even among the men. The women were beautiful and liberated. One was a free spirit, one left her fiance to pursue her own path, one would start her own business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCt5bjF5u3I/AAAAAAAAAcc/L0bgRTeeLtQ/s200/friends.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488614085064506226" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet the men were not as progressively portrayed. One was a three-time divorcee who got strangely creepy over the years, one was completely incompetent towards women, one was good looking but a total idiot. All three were relatively emasculated, safe men who posed no threat or excitement towards women at all. Even Joey, the "womanizer", was at the core a sensitive, teddy bearish softie. Here, men were stripped of all edge and power. Bad boys were not accepted in this world vision, just the boy scouts. The women could be adventurous and promiscuous, and come back to relay their stories to non-threatening boys who would comfort and accept them for who they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCttfTN8-JI/AAAAAAAAAcM/CIk6OJdl4ZA/s320/mrbig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488600955383249042" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_and_the_City"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; took the attitude further by turning men into fetishized objects. Now, women were the sexual conquerors, and men were just a by-product of the story. The ultimate male trophy for the show's heroine was Mr. Big, a true object that wasn't even graced with a proper name until the end of the series when he had succumbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine the outrage if the show were about four men and their sexual exploits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men, losing their throne of power for the first time, did the only thing they could do: revolt and fight back. Cue &lt;i&gt;The Man Show&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd already touched on the films &lt;i&gt;Fight Club&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;American Beauty&lt;/i&gt; which played roles in highlighting the reaction towards men's plight. What is poignant for me is that both films resisted the urge to cleanly resolve the conflict. As if to say that even the men who were fighting back already understood that things would never go back to the way they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler Durden's fight clubs and their attempts at throwing off the shackles of modern materialism resulted in nothing but more chaos and even more restraints. It sought to prove that maybe another woman wasn't the answer, but neither was just another man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interestingly, &lt;i&gt;Fight Club&lt;/i&gt;, like &lt;i&gt;SATC&lt;/i&gt;, utilized the lack of a name for its main male protagonist, possibly alluding to a similar loss of humanity. But I believe the purpose was more about the conflict of the id and ego, where the ego was so marginalized in the psychological battle that he ceased to exist as an equal identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCtt7D4WmfI/AAAAAAAAAcU/le5zzVHU92U/s200/american1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488601432302459378" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Similarly, &lt;i&gt;American Beauty&lt;/i&gt; began with the main character externalizing all of his troubles. His job was oppressive, his wife hated him, his daughter was a mystery. It wasn't until he realized that he still had the ability to control his own destiny. The final moment of solace came when he accepted the fact that he could reconnect with his daughter by simply trying to reach out to her. Then he died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't rehash &lt;i&gt;The Man Show&lt;/i&gt; perspective, but the trend of reasserted manliness prevailed in many areas, including advertising. Miller Lite's &lt;i&gt;Manlaws&lt;/i&gt; campaign featured guys being guys and providing guidance on how to be a real man, implying that the male gender had forgotten what it was like to be masculine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reemergence of the sexist behavior and overt machoism was initially surprising to me. We had seemingly come a long way towards enlightenment and were almost regressing. But it's also understandable behavior to observe one group that was traditionally in a seat of power, see that authority wrestled away and be resistant with the change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, there would be no drastic revolutions, just more evolution. And as Post-Modernism gave way to a new dynamic, which I have yet to be able to adequately classify, there are some very shocking and surprising after-effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2248809519701385197?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2248809519701385197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2248809519701385197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2248809519701385197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2248809519701385197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-post-modern-man.html' title='Role Call : Post-Modern Man'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCup9BX-yGI/AAAAAAAAAck/VZrJ9gclp48/s72-c/the-spice-girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5062974064327237544</id><published>2010-06-29T09:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:20:06.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Role Call : Modern Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCuqWh2r_NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/lmxHNijYV7k/s1600/cosby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Related Posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-primer.html"&gt;Part 1 : Primer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-evolution-of-manliness.html"&gt;Part 2 : Evolution of Man(liness)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-post-modern-man.html"&gt;Part 4 : Post-Modern Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/07/role-call-fractured-man.html"&gt;Part 5 : Fractured Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-post-modern-man.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Modern era of gender roles could mostly likely be traced back to the feminist movement in the U.S. in the 1950s. The first instance of feminist activism was much longer ago and focused the basic rights of women such as suffrage and seem to be indisputable today, whereas the more recent battles focus on cultural issues that are still defining who we are as a society, which is what I want to explore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women carved out a level playing field (at least in theory) which in turn shifted our value system in several ways. Although I grew up in areas in the South where sexism (as well as racism) was not shy about showing its face still, I think the groundwork was established. My generation was raised thinking that sexual equality was a natural law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A balance of power also resulted in an altered family paradigm, which overthrew the idea of a single, unquestioned decision maker in the house. Divorce became more socially acceptable, especially since women were able to go out and support themselves in the workforce. Dysfunction and the fracturing of parental role modeling ensued. (I'm not wanting to give the impression that I'm blaming the breakdown of the nuclear family on feminists. While not the only element, I think it's a strong factor and I'm only devoting these explorations to limited topics. Political upheavals, the aftermath of the war, technological advancement, the discovering or creation of psychological issues were all contributors but won't be touched on in depth here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, men had met their match. Just as smart and just as capable. Logic and rational thinking prevailed. No one was inherently better than another, sexually or racially. A true utopia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCuqWh2r_NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/lmxHNijYV7k/s200/cosby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488667874902670546" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably the purest form of this was depicted in &lt;i&gt;The Cosby Show&lt;/i&gt;. A family unit without any hint of dysfunction. The parents were happily married without any serious power struggles. Each had equal footing in familial authority. Also important was the fact that the wife, Claire, was professionally successful. Cliff was a doctor, but Claire was a lawyer: an occupation that was just as highly regarded. There's no way she'd be caught housecleaning and waiting obediently for her husband to come home and fix him a drink. If anything, a case could be made for Cliff to be more closely associated with the child-rearing role, as his job was a maternity doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCoTNYFkPEI/AAAAAAAAAb0/b8-UcjOO0i8/s320/vedder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488220216429395010" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was raised watching this show and it had a vital impact on the shaping of my values. It was also influential to see role models of my formative years siding with women on issues that society was still struggling with. Kurt Cobain sang about rape from the point of view of the victim in &lt;i&gt;Polly&lt;/i&gt;. Eddie Vedder feverishly scrawling "PRO-CHOICE" on his arm during a televised performance. I can't tell you what an effect this had on me and hopefully many young people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father was the most important element in what kind of man I wanted to become. An attentive dad and a loving husband. He never yelled at or hit my mom. He would joke that she was the boss in the family, but he never showed any genuine signs of inadequacy towards shared leadership in the family environment. A follower of sports and a lover of cars and tools, yet never felt threatened when discussing gardening or accompanying my mom shopping. A truly balanced man in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual, nothing ever goes one way for too long and we'll see how the pendulum swings as Modernism gives way to Post-Modernism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to touch on the fact that there are of course always countercultures and underlying constants that exist. I'm talking about sexism that men will probably always exert, probably in the form of beer commercials, until the end of civilization. Whether its &lt;i&gt;Playboy&lt;/i&gt; magazine (or to a lesser extent &lt;i&gt;Maxim&lt;/i&gt;) or AXE Commercials, their steadfast hold to their value systems will always mask the changes and upheavals that occur elsewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5062974064327237544?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5062974064327237544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5062974064327237544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5062974064327237544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5062974064327237544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-modern-man.html' title='Role Call : Modern Man'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCuqWh2r_NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/lmxHNijYV7k/s72-c/cosby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-4577764188251544666</id><published>2010-06-25T11:36:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:19:56.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Role Call : The Evolution of Man(liness)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCkrSHAZ47I/AAAAAAAAAbs/8KOgMlumJ0g/s1600/450px-Maslow%27s_Hierarchy_of_Needs.svg.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;Related Posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-primer.html"&gt;Part 1 : Primer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-modern-man.html"&gt;Part 3 : Modern Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-post-modern-man.html"&gt;Part 4 : Post-Modern Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/07/role-call-fractured-man.html"&gt;Part 5 : Fractured Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I went on a trip with several friends to a house on the edge of Chesapeake Bay. We barbecued, drank, swam and generally lounged around. Two friends (female) observed that I was reading a book and asked what I was reading. I replied that it was a Virginia Woolf novel and the responses were raised eyebrows and "Wow... a very feminist author."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was left wondering why there is a stigma for a guy to read a feminist novel, especially if it's not thrust upon him by a girlfriend or a college class. Can I not read a book of poetry by Sylvia Plath and not get crooked glances from people in passing? Can I not admit to being interested in fashion? What if I counter-balance it by saying I'm just as interested in sports? Is it wrong if I have more female friends than guy friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we seem to have predisposed notions of what it means to be a man or a woman? And what are those boundaries? How are they formulated and do they have any logical merit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say I used to live in an apartment with three other guys, I get "Oooooooh". But when I expound with the fact that we were all very clean and enjoyed cooking, I get a "Whoa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there's been countless studies and focus on women, feminism, their roles in society, and justifiably so. I, personally, believe in total gender equality and that women deserve the same respect and rights as men. But I also get that underneath that generality, there are infinite nuances and contradictory values (some self-inflicted) that compose each gender. I don't discount the plight of women, but am just also equally interested in the roles of men and how they've evolved. We may not have had the same sizable obstacles as women, but I feel that men today struggle just as much to discern their identity in society as the "fairer" sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That interest was sparked in a college class years ago. Strangely enough in an Introduction to Graphic Design class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCkrR7iZg5I/AAAAAAAAAbk/UV-D2eXrU7M/s320/man_show.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487965207967400850" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Man_Show"&gt;The Man Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; had just recently debuted on Comedy Central and was creating plenty of controversy with it's overt sexist subject matter, beer guzzling audience, and costume-wearing female dancers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand the use of satire and that the show's creators probably had their tongues in their cheeks most of the time. But let's not forget that the effect can be lost on much of the public. I don't think many guys were viewing Girls Jumping on Trampolines and appreciating the irony. Some of the time (or most of the time), people will take things at face value. Hell, even today there are people who see Stephen Colbert as the Champion of the Conservative Class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my professor kicked off a debate by asking all the guys in the class if they thought today's men were too overt in celebrating their masculinity, citing &lt;i&gt;The Man Show&lt;/i&gt; as evidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCkrRYggoAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/P4FZljGz-QE/s320/fightclub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487965198564237314" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the discussion, my contention was that the opposite view could be made: that today's men were feeling as if they'd lost their manhood. I referenced the movie, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fight_Club_(film)"&gt;Fight Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; which had also just recently been released. In this story, men had lost a sense of empowerment in the world of Martha Stewart and IKEA and were desperately trying to regain something, anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad Pitt's character stated "We're a generation of men raised by women", meaning that we as a gender have lost our identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also think that the movie (and the book) &lt;i&gt;Fight Club&lt;/i&gt; is about much more than men being men, addressing issues such as nihilism or group-think behavior, but in the context of our debate, I still thought it had a valid counterpoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another film at the time, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Beauty_(film)"&gt;American Beauty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; also played with the theme of lost masculinity in today's concept of family. Kevin Spacey's character started off thoroughly drained of any vitality and strength. Throughout the film, he begins to reawaken to his potential and break through the restraints that society had gradually imposed upon him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also find it interesting that both films focus on fighting back for masculinity and do not resolve in a completely happy note. Unless you count being shot in the head a suitable solution. (Um... spoiler alert by the way.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't recall the debate ending with any seismic revelations. Mostly the girls in the class held on to their denouncement of &lt;i&gt;The Man Show&lt;/i&gt; as "disgusting" and "offensive". But something stuck with me from that discussion. I became more conscious of gender roles, especially those subtly imposed on us by media.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My most basic breakdown of the male evolution could be this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Primal:&lt;/b&gt; man's role as the hunter/gather, providing for himself and his family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tradition:&lt;/b&gt; social relationships become more complex, though the family unit still operates with the male as the main provider, thus endowing him with the role of the main authority. Otherwise known as the Father Knows Best scenario.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modern:&lt;/b&gt; social paradigms continue to gain intricacies and complexity. Most notably, women become more empowered and accepted as equals. Male is no longer necessarily the sole or main breadwinner in the family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Post-Modern:&lt;/b&gt; reactionary response to the Modern state, wherein the male attempts to reclaim the sense of manliness and seat of power. Unapologetic towards overtly male values manifest (i.e. &lt;i&gt;The Man Show&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Maxim Magazine&lt;/i&gt;, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current: &lt;/b&gt;media saturation causes social fragmentation and blurring of defining roles. Men embrace roles that were once deemed negative, such as the manchild (i.e. Will Ferrell in every one of his movies) or the metrosexual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I realize that I'm shoehorning a lot of human history into some categories, particularly the first two. Thousands of years of human interaction probably deserve more nuanced defining than "Traditional". But again, this is an examination from my own limited perceptions which will be why I devote much more focus on the last few categories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCkrSHAZ47I/AAAAAAAAAbs/8KOgMlumJ0g/s320/450px-Maslow%27s_Hierarchy_of_Needs.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487965211046044594" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe the evolution of these roles can be rooted in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow's_hierarchy_of_needs"&gt;Maslow's hierarchy of needs&lt;/a&gt;. I think that when you take into account how each individual person strives to achieve the stages (at different times and varied success) as well as family units combining their pyramids of needs, stages become blurred, demonstrating how complexities formulate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The proliferation of media, to me, has been a huge factor in the determination of gender roles. Especially in the U.S., where celebrities are worshipped. Right or wrong, we as a society depend largely on them to help us determine our own self-perceptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not to discount other factors, such as regional influence. How different is someone's perception growing up in West Texas than another's from New York City? Or the family as a guide to who a person could be? How does a child raised by a single mother develop a sense of masculinity? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that all these factors influence each other. I grew up in a two income household, so my baby sitter was usually the television. Thus media was a major way I shaped my self-perception. Yet my mother as a working professional also led me to establish very strong values in treating women as capable equals. Then again, for either cultural or regional reason, she as the woman was expected to cook and clean the dishes every night; a very antiquated notion of the female role. Family impacts Media impacts Region and back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's easy to see how one's definition of gender roles can become convoluted and confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely want to spend more time in the latter categories: Modern, Post Modern, and Current, but will hold off and let this overly long post conclude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-4577764188251544666?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4577764188251544666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=4577764188251544666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4577764188251544666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4577764188251544666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-evolution-of-manliness.html' title='Role Call : The Evolution of Man(liness)'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/TCkrR7iZg5I/AAAAAAAAAbk/UV-D2eXrU7M/s72-c/man_show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-6908867109776865368</id><published>2010-06-25T11:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:19:42.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Role Call : Primer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Related Posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-evolution-of-manliness.html"&gt;Part 2 : Evolution of Man(liness)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-modern-man.html"&gt;Part 3 : Modern Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-post-modern-man.html"&gt;Part 4 : Post-Modern Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/07/role-call-fractured-man.html"&gt;Part 5 : Fractured Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm reviving this blog at bit and hijacking it for a new purpose. More of an experiment, really. In an effort to better understand myself and my thinking, I want to explore one's role in modern society by focusing on different aspects, whether it's gender, race, religion, socio-economic, etc. As this isn't a meticulously researched study, I won't tout this as anything but my own observations and contemplations, some of which will be formulated or evolved as I write.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this won't be objective, it may help to know where my perspective will generally be coming from. I'm in my thirties, somewhat liberal, college educated. A male, a minority, raised in a relatively non-dysfunctional household. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider myself fairly progressive and open-minded on issues such as gender equality, homosexuality, race and politics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't pretend to be an expert in issues beyond my own experience so while I'll try to cover topics such as feminism, poverty, etc., I will probably just stick mostly to what I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-6908867109776865368?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6908867109776865368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=6908867109776865368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6908867109776865368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6908867109776865368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/06/role-call-primer.html' title='Role Call : Primer'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1125342673455941049</id><published>2010-01-07T00:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:03:14.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>MoMA: "Tim Burton"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/S0V2y3JvHpI/AAAAAAAAAag/WvouB4ciiD0/s1600-h/Tim-Burton-exhibit-MOMA-T-009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/S0V2y3JvHpI/AAAAAAAAAag/WvouB4ciiD0/s400/Tim-Burton-exhibit-MOMA-T-009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423871942407954066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'd been eagerly anticipating this &lt;a href="http://www.moma.org/interactives/exhibitions/2009/timburton/"&gt;exhibit&lt;/a&gt; the second I heard the announcement. Yet I'd been too busy with work and moving to get to the museum before today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who figures that Wednesday is a less crowded day would be completely wrong. I guess it's a testament to Tim Burton that he can bring in the masses on a weekday afternoon. Unfortunately, it made it difficult to focus on the actual exhibit. Getting swept along by the crowd with security guards constantly yelling "NO CAMERAS!!! TURN OFF PHONES!!!!" sort of diminished the effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all the annoyances, it's an astounding collection that doubtlessly proves that Tim Burton is a unique visionary. Each generation has its defining artist, like Warhol of the 60s, and I'd be proud to think that Burton would be of mine. Along with a few others such as Michele Gondry, he manages to stand out and have a distinctive aura to his work. Especially in our media saturated culture where seemingly everyone can make their voice heard, Burton's uniqueness is all the more impressive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having seen his efforts throughout my life, it's easy to take for granted that Burton keeps producing. The fact that some of his later, more recent work hasn't been as good further dilutes his impact. Hopefully the upcoming &lt;i&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/i&gt; will have Burton's mojo back in force, which is probably why the MoMA timed this exhibition when they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/S0V27fz_24I/AAAAAAAAAao/FHGv7QfT1JA/s400/181_1516-Tim-Burton-exhibit-MOMA-T-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423872090761583490" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, if Burton never created anything after &lt;i&gt;The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/i&gt;, I would have still listed him as one of my most favorite and influential filmmakers. That film, along with &lt;i&gt;Edward Scissorhands&lt;/i&gt; had a big impact on me. I could also count &lt;i&gt;Batman&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Batman Returns&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Beetlejuice&lt;/i&gt; as lifelong favorites, but those first two had a particular strong grip on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's because those seemed to realize Burton's vision in its most pure form. Looking at his sketches throughout the exhibit made me realize how much of my own style was mirrored in what I saw in Burton's movies, which is probably why I took to him so intensely. Odd quirks and tendencies that I had in my doodles and drawings such as tall, skinny, elongated figures or scribbly texturing or warped perspectives were all common in Burton's work as well. He definitely had a more twisted mind and was able to more fully realize his art. Thus he's the celebrated genius and I'm... a blogger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exhibit is also a great looking glass for his body of work. Rather than experiencing it all in real time like we have, we're now able to compress the work and observe the flow and let his trademarks emerge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black and white are obviously crucial elements, as well as his melding of the protagonist and antagonist. Jack from &lt;i&gt;Nightmare&lt;/i&gt; and Edward Scissorhands embody a monster who is the story's hero, while &lt;i&gt;Beetlejuice&lt;/i&gt; centers around a hero who is actually a monster. You can see why he was attracted to doing &lt;i&gt;Batman&lt;/i&gt;. It also dawned on me that Sally from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Nightmare &lt;/span&gt;could've been a close relative of Burton's Catwoman. His Penguin could've also been born from the sketches that led to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Nightmare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/S0V4ELDnhUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Cc0VeusSeT8/s1600-h/burton_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/S0V4ELDnhUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Cc0VeusSeT8/s400/burton_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423873339320403266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the original was panned, I think &lt;i&gt;Batman Returns&lt;/i&gt; stands up much better to the passage of time. Much of that has to do with the Burton stylization that was infused into the movie. The city of Gotham looks nothing like in the first film, but is definitely of Burton's world. The latex Catwoman costume also helps the repeated viewings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chance to see some of his work up close is a true gift. Peering inches away from Jack Skellington heads or getting to see the pen marks in Burton's sketchbooks or stare up at the actual sandworm jaws is something that any fan of his should get to experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope the crowds die down so I can go back and savor the exhibit more fully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a last word of advice: MoMA membership. You'll spend more money, but you'll save about an hour of your life from standing in line into the exhibit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1125342673455941049?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1125342673455941049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1125342673455941049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1125342673455941049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1125342673455941049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2010/01/moma-tim-burton.html' title='MoMA: &quot;Tim Burton&quot;'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/S0V2y3JvHpI/AAAAAAAAAag/WvouB4ciiD0/s72-c/Tim-Burton-exhibit-MOMA-T-009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7447009194583848437</id><published>2009-12-02T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:05:10.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Top 5 Albums of 2009 (and Top 5 Albums of the Decade)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;Since everyone has come down with Best-Of-List fever, I guess I’ll hop on the bandwagon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top Five Albums of 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs – &lt;i&gt;It’s Blitz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;This band continues to evolve their sound without sacrificing what makes them great.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBkmR8mKIY8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBkmR8mKIY8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;Neko Case – &lt;i&gt;Middle Cyclone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;While not as mesmerizing as &lt;i&gt;Fox Confessor&lt;/i&gt;, this is a solid album with plenty of high points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khs_PofcsbQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khs_PofcsbQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various Artists – &lt;i&gt;Dark was the Night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;It's amazing how many artists got involved in this project. Full of gems that create a perfect mood together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1YML_-zi_Dc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1YML_-zi_Dc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decemberists – &lt;i&gt;The Hazards of Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;The idea of a rock-opera could turn out to be hilariously bad, but the Decemberists manage to make an inspired experience. Vivid imagery and great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/881qFziuGG8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/881qFziuGG8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Collective – &lt;i&gt;Merriweather Post Pavilion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;Critic darlings of the moment but it's deservedly so. I don't consider this among the best of the decade as some lists have it, but they are definitely on the cutting edge of the music scene right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3laWD67g3PA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3laWD67g3PA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;I left off Grizzly Bear, not because I don't like them but I think the album is weaker than most care to admit. It's the best mediocre record I've heard in a long time, but not worthy of being in my top five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;How can anyone try to compile such a concise list for the decade? Thus most sites I see are doing a list of hundreds of albums. I was resistant but gave it a shot anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top 5 Albums of the Decade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Radiohead – &lt;i&gt;Kid A&lt;/i&gt; (2000)&lt;br /&gt;This one’s on the top of a lot of lists and justifiably so. After the opus of &lt;i&gt;OK Computer&lt;/i&gt;, my anticipation for a new Radiohead album was never higher than for &lt;i&gt;Kid A&lt;/i&gt;. Even still, I was unprepared for what they created. What a great way to kick off a decade in music and set the bar high for everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jX-fDKWGbRs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jX-fDKWGbRs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Rós – &lt;i&gt;Ágætis byrjun &lt;/i&gt;(2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;Astonishing... Beautiful... Brilliant... These are words that come to mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vosnN53GFU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vosnN53GFU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Stripes – &lt;i&gt;White Blood Cells&lt;/i&gt; (2001)&lt;br /&gt;It was a tough call between this and &lt;i&gt;Elephant&lt;/i&gt; but I have to go with the one that introduced me to this duo. This album shows them just as they’re hitting their stride. The vibrancy that’s captured on this album was a refreshing change from everything around it at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q27BfBkRHbs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q27BfBkRHbs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beck – &lt;i&gt;Sea Change&lt;/i&gt; (2002)&lt;br /&gt;This came out of nowhere for me. I fully came to respect Beck’s genius as a musician because of this album. Even after endless listens, my heart aches at these songs. Raw emotion like this is rarely captured so completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0md6pi6rX8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r0md6pi6rX8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs – &lt;i&gt;Fever to Tell&lt;/i&gt; (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;This is pure, unabashed sonic fury that you only hear once in a while, like Nirvana's &lt;i&gt;Nevermind&lt;/i&gt; ten years before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Calibri, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKi2cZ99p9o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKi2cZ99p9o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7447009194583848437?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7447009194583848437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7447009194583848437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7447009194583848437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7447009194583848437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-5-albums-of-2009-and-top-5-albums.html' title='Top 5 Albums of 2009 (and Top 5 Albums of the Decade)'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7023005831906803482</id><published>2009-10-22T18:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:12:37.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>"New York, I Love You", I like you but I don't love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SuDvQfrXLGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NoKElha166I/s1600-h/01243_newyorkcitymadness_1440x900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SuDvQfrXLGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NoKElha166I/s400/01243_newyorkcitymadness_1440x900.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395575420250172514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it's not fair that I judge this film. I feel so close to the source material for the movie that it's hard to not have preconceived notions of what it should be. Then again, maybe that's why I feel as if I know what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like "Paris, je t'aime","New York, I Love You" is a collection of short films based on and in the city of New York. Or should I say Manhattan because only one of the segments is set in one of the &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; boroughs. And the people worth showing seem to almost exclusively be rich, white people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me, that's one of the crippling flaws of the movie. New York is a city swathed in diversity, not just racially, but also economically and ideologically. But here we see a gentrified Asian (who happens to be a hooker) or another Asian girl who only serves to be fetishized by a white guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whereas the Paris installment was wonderfully diverse in its subject matter and approach, this film rarely strays out of it's comfort zone. It's as if the filmmakers were drawing inspiration not out of the city but of what they've seen on "Sex and the City".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The actors and directors all seemed too self-aware. Thus the effort at creating random, chance encounters comes off as contrived. Hayden Christensen's character pick-pocketing Andy Garcia's character only to court Andy's girlfriend resulting in the two guys pick-pocketing each other again was too intricate and perfect of a mobius strip to not have been written out to happen exactly that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another scene that had me rolling my eyes was when two smokers outside of a restaurant interact when the beautiful woman looks over to the disinterested man and kicks off a conversation with "You know what I love about New York?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uuuuuugh! When does a conversation like that happen except &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; a movie touting what it loves about New York?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one segment that really worked for me was of the elderly couple in Coney Island. Their bickering and banter rang true to me, and it was refreshing to see a setting not in the middle of Manhattan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The short that attempts to subvert the predefined roles is the Natalie Portman directed story about a Hispanic male nanny and his little girl. Another effort at cross pollination of races also involves Portman but the effect is dulled by the overly dramatic and sappy revelation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But these highlights were too little and too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the film, I kept waiting to see parts of the city that I consider to be the genuine fabric of the New York experience. Where were the Bronx, Queens, Staten Island, or even Harlem! Where were the street vendors and subway performers? When has a cabbie ever expressed any interest in your profession? Where were the masses of hipsters crowded in a pizza parlor at 4am? Where were the Puerto Ricans playing dominoes outside their buildings? Where were the insane bike messengers? Where were the restaurants where each table was speaking a different language than the next? I even missed the Park Slope stroller brigades. Where was the freaking Brooklyn Bridge??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, the film to me was a good attempt and a safe, fuzzy view of a small slice of the city. But it failed to dispel any preconceived ideas or convey any genuine experience of New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7023005831906803482?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7023005831906803482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7023005831906803482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7023005831906803482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7023005831906803482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-york-i-love-you-i-like-you-but-i.html' title='&quot;New York, I Love You&quot;, I like you but I don&apos;t love you'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SuDvQfrXLGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/NoKElha166I/s72-c/01243_newyorkcitymadness_1440x900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2695527334326300815</id><published>2009-08-29T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:23:29.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>No more Reading Rainbow!</title><content type='html'>I'm extremely sad to hear that after 25 years, &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=112312561"&gt;Reading Rainbow&lt;/a&gt; is going off the air. Like the passing of Mr. Rogers, a part of my childhood is gone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wholesome and unassuming, the show was a complete antithesis to today's prototypical programming which usually has to have some sort of hook or attitude. But I recall even years (or decades ago) when watching, I sensed that it didn't try to have any kind of edge or gimmick to compete with Sesame Street or other shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had heard years ago that the show was in danger of being cancelled and LeVar Burton begged and pleaded for funding. I feel such disappointment for the passing of a great program that fostered a love for reading. I'm sad not just for my own sense of nostalgia but for the kids today who are going to miss out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And who's mind wasn't blown when you first saw LeVar in a Star Trek uniform?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2695527334326300815?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2695527334326300815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2695527334326300815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2695527334326300815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2695527334326300815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-more-reading-rainbow.html' title='No more Reading Rainbow!'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2429183376422942117</id><published>2009-08-14T14:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:19:51.728-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Quick thoughts on a couple of albums</title><content type='html'>I'd always been more of a casual fan of &lt;a href="http://www.decemberists.com/"&gt;The Decemberists&lt;/a&gt;. I liked the music but never got excited enough to really pay attention to them. I think Colin Meloy's vocals aren't the easiest thing to absorb. Nonetheless, I'd collected a few of their albums.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when &lt;i&gt;The Hazards of Love&lt;/i&gt; was released, I didn't notice. I heard a few positive reviews and was willing to check them out until a friend gave it a thumbs down. Months later, I casually click on a track on an online music site, &lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/"&gt;Lala&lt;/a&gt;. I gotta say, I immediately fell in love with the album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story goes that Meloy wanted to create a rock opera. And that he did. Parallels to Pink Floyd's &lt;i&gt;The Wall&lt;/i&gt; are inevitable. Both tell stories utilizing various characters and musical themes. Meloy one-ups Pink Floyd by bringing in other singers to help create more distinct characterizations. I especially like the lower timbre of Shara Worden, from My Brightest Diamond, for the Queen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In "The Wanting Comes the Waves/Repaid", she sings "And so..." with such a looming, low voice that I get chills every time I hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a nice, in-depth &lt;a href="http://firsttube.com/read/the-decemberists-the-hazards-of-love/"&gt;interpretation&lt;/a&gt; of the album's opera story for anyone interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The album's been getting some mixed reviews, and I can assuredly predict that several of my friends won't be as impressed as I am. Maybe I have a soft spot for the epic, theatrical romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not like The Decemberists are inventing anything new here. But in the day of YouTube and shuffling playlists, it's refreshing to hear a band that is attempting a cohesive, long-form musical experience rather than a hit single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfKhydixkeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfKhydixkeA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dodos have released a new album and I caught it much quicker than The Decemberists. The Dodos' latest, &lt;i&gt;Time to Die&lt;/i&gt;, is yet to be released on CD but is widely available digitally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much of it will be familiar to existing fans, but I was definitely surprised by some of the sounds on the album. I need to spend more time with it, but I sense more of a vibrant, energetic approach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep reading that "this isn't &lt;i&gt;Visiter&lt;/i&gt;" which is universally accepted as a great album. I agree it's not. There are fewer standouts on &lt;i&gt;Time to Die&lt;/i&gt;, but it's got enough nice elements to make it worth the time to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/daWU146GKFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/daWU146GKFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2429183376422942117?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2429183376422942117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2429183376422942117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2429183376422942117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2429183376422942117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-thoughts-on-couple-of-albums.html' title='Quick thoughts on a couple of albums'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7588428486696924284</id><published>2009-08-04T18:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:21:33.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Menswhere : London Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SnjB-g5IjuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/I9V8WkRxo0U/s1600-h/drykorn-fall-winter-2009-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SnjB-g5IjuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/I9V8WkRxo0U/s400/drykorn-fall-winter-2009-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366252235737566946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love the look of the new &lt;a href="http://swipelife.com/2009/07/31/drykorn-autumnwinter-2009-collection/"&gt;Drykorn&lt;/a&gt; line for Winter 09. Something about the British/Euro look that has always appealed to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure if I have the guts to pull off plaid pants. Although it's not like I haven't worn crazier stuff out in public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My recent unemployment (and resulting poverty) has derailed any attempt at styling up my wardrobe, which depresses me. Ragged t-shirts and jeans it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7588428486696924284?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7588428486696924284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7588428486696924284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7588428486696924284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7588428486696924284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/08/menswhere-london-calling.html' title='Menswhere : London Calling'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SnjB-g5IjuI/AAAAAAAAAaM/I9V8WkRxo0U/s72-c/drykorn-fall-winter-2009-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-137747600789209103</id><published>2009-07-24T07:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:39:35.829-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>The Met: "The Pictures Generation" and "The Model as Muse"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5Ii-d94I/AAAAAAAAAZs/rNdZDcfIvv0/s1600-h/picgen_11.EL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5Ii-d94I/AAAAAAAAAZs/rNdZDcfIvv0/s400/picgen_11.EL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362020387840194434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5Ii-d94I/AAAAAAAAAZs/rNdZDcfIvv0/s1600-h/picgen_11.EL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5Iy-etrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/3hF86KuT2Fw/s1600-h/picgen_12.EL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5Iy-etrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/3hF86KuT2Fw/s400/picgen_12.EL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362020392135210674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5Iy-etrI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/3hF86KuT2Fw/s1600-h/picgen_12.EL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for expectations. I had anticipated seeing &lt;i&gt;The Pictures Generation&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/special/index.asp?HomePageLink=special_l"&gt;the Met&lt;/a&gt; for weeks and of course inexplicably put it off. I was determined not to wait until the very last minute &lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/05/cai-guo-qiang-i-want-to-believe-exhibit.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;, so was able to go view the exhibit yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem was that I had assumed I knew what the exhibit was about. I imagined something similar to the format of the MoMA's &lt;i&gt;Into the Sunset&lt;/i&gt; show which was a large spectrum of photography. But the name "The Pictures Generation" was much less literal than I had guessed so egg on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exhibit was composed of various media and many well known artists. I never get tired of viewing Cindy Sherman's work, and discovered some pieces by Barbara Kruger that I hadn't seen before. Robert Longo's striking images of men in business suits composited over blank backgrounds made me wonder if they were a source of inspiration for the Mad Men opening visuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was  lot to take in on just one viewing, which is characteristic of the Met. The show and the museum practically demand multiple visits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5JDRJ1YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/cdwpjZyDaqU/s1600-h/modelmuse_07.EL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5JDRJ1YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/cdwpjZyDaqU/s400/modelmuse_07.EL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362020396508501378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A show that I unintentionally stumbled upon was &lt;i&gt;The Model as Muse&lt;/i&gt;, an anthology of fashion photography. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was interesting to see the progression of styles and evolution of trends throughout the eras. Though I admit to having trouble focusing on the exhibit while surrounded by a crowd. Maybe that's why I prefer to wait until a show is at the end of its run. An empty gallery is much more welcoming to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most memorable moment was walking into one portion to find blacklit graffiti and &lt;i&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/i&gt; blasting. It was the era of Generation X and grunge. Kate Moss was hailed as the unconventional beauty and thus the embodiment of the anti-establishment movement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This irked me somewhat. When this was all happening, I recall the bemusement of everyone at how grunge was plagiarized by high fashion. How was anyone supposed to take it seriously? Elite fashion designers were mimicking the look of thrift store flannel and ripped jeans. That practice still exists today but on a somewhat more subtle level (ahem, Urban Outfitters). Seeing models strut down runways in grunge gear was a farce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my friends and I could do was shake our heads and laugh at how companies cluelessly tried to turn this alien trend into a commodity. The epitome had to be the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grunge_speak"&gt;Grunge Speak&lt;/a&gt; incident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In retrospect, it was just another example of the revolution becoming the establishment. Nirvana upended Michael Jackson at the top of the charts and it signaled a changing of the guard. The dilemma of any underdog-turned-champion is that you lose that outsider persona and take on the mantle of the status quo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure how much I really got out of this exhibit but I think it's worth viewing. I've seen more intimate shows at the FIT galleries that I enjoyed more, but again the Met is all about grandeur of scale. Check it out, and prepare to be overwhelmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5Jz5mIAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Y_XCV-RCLH4/s1600-h/3510234569_b11cd48cc6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5Jz5mIAI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Y_XCV-RCLH4/s400/3510234569_b11cd48cc6_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362020409563029506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-137747600789209103?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/137747600789209103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=137747600789209103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/137747600789209103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/137747600789209103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/07/met-pictures-generation-and-model-as.html' title='The Met: &quot;The Pictures Generation&quot; and &quot;The Model as Muse&quot;'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Smm5Ii-d94I/AAAAAAAAAZs/rNdZDcfIvv0/s72-c/picgen_11.EL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-8020457311691778813</id><published>2009-07-21T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:00:35.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Shameless self-promotion</title><content type='html'>One blog just wasn't enough for this brain. Not sure yet what it all means for this blog. Maybe I'll get a real job soon and immediately ruin the purpose of the new blog. (Doubtful.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://unworked.wordpress.com/"&gt;Unworked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SmYePkaZPGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uFtbujN5mus/s1600-h/unemployed-lineup-1930s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SmYePkaZPGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uFtbujN5mus/s400/unemployed-lineup-1930s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361005659252407394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-8020457311691778813?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8020457311691778813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=8020457311691778813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8020457311691778813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8020457311691778813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/07/shameless-self-promotion.html' title='Shameless self-promotion'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SmYePkaZPGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/uFtbujN5mus/s72-c/unemployed-lineup-1930s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2551011372951078769</id><published>2009-07-13T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:50:20.424-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Wrong is the new right</title><content type='html'>My instincts are all wrong. That's what I've learned these last few weeks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to my newly limited financial income, I decided to go to a new, cheaper place for a haircut. It's always a fearful leap of faith for a glasses-wearer because you just have to put your trust in the stylist while you stare into your blurry reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end result was a way shorter haircut that I had anticipated or was comfortable with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is, I've been getting a lot more compliments on my new haircut than I'd ever gotten before. Now maybe my friends are just being deceptively nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe the decisions or instincts I've had about my hair have been wrong. It makes me wonder if I've been making bad decisions for other things in my life. Like George Costanza, what if every thing I've ever chosen was the opposite of what I should've done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlvyUp3TROI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iLn8AO-DECo/s1600-h/smokingMullets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlvyUp3TROI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iLn8AO-DECo/s400/smokingMullets.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358142618336445666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2551011372951078769?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2551011372951078769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2551011372951078769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2551011372951078769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2551011372951078769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/07/wrong-is-new-right.html' title='Wrong is the new right'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlvyUp3TROI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iLn8AO-DECo/s72-c/smokingMullets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1523796239983149028</id><published>2009-07-09T15:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:02:52.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Bose Pacia: "After Color"</title><content type='html'>There is something striking about black and white photography. The lack of hue punctuates the separation from reality. It's a reminder that what is being viewed is a representation. Yet, it allows the viewer to observe qualities that might otherwise be lost, such as the contrast of the deep shadows and the bright lights. There's a level of abstraction that allows the artist to direct perception and emphasize certain details.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;After Color&lt;/i&gt; is an exhibit at the &lt;a href="http://www.bosepacia.com/exhibitions/2009-07-08_after-color-curated-by-amani-olu/selected-works/#"&gt;Bose Pacia gallery&lt;/a&gt; which examines the use of monochromatic photography through different styles, subjects, and formats. Although a number of artists were commissioned for the exhibit, the number of work by each was kept minimal. Possibly due to the limitation of space, this nonetheless helped contribute to a tight, focused exhibit that tantalized viewers rather than overwhelm them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlZZ-Y_xR4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/1y8cz18Os4Q/s1600-h/a9c91f4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlZZ-Y_xR4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/1y8cz18Os4Q/s400/a9c91f4f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356567735200466818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arthur Ou's oversized trio of photos was the most immediately impactful work. The &lt;i&gt;Untitled (Test Screens)&lt;/i&gt; portrayed various beach settings which were obscured, almost violated, by large blotches and splatters which were apparently applied in darkroom. The effect was dramatic, reminding the viewer that what were observing is several layers removed from reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlZZ-harbXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vGsPlvGmlQw/s1600-h/b8ee4dfb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlZZ-harbXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vGsPlvGmlQw/s400/b8ee4dfb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356567737460813170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Vahrenwald's photos of lightboxes punctuated the idea of light and dark, further emphasized in black and white. In what I'm not sure was deliberate or serendipity, the photos were framed in highly reflective glass, creating another layer of light play. With such dark material displayed, the glass allowed for a great amount of reflection of the viewer and the environment. At certain angles, the photographic subject would be obscured by the viewer's own reflection, in essence creating a black and white version of the viewer. Again, luck or genius... I'm not sure. I'm possibly reading into things too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlZZ-PPTaNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GKo8F9j3SYk/s1600-h/99a7c7b0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlZZ-PPTaNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/GKo8F9j3SYk/s400/99a7c7b0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356567732581263570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew Gamber's reproduction of scarred and weathered chalkboards seemed to make the biggest impression on viewers. On one level, the viewer is left to imagine the countless words, numbers, and drawings once recorded on the boards, only to be wiped away, sometimes leaving a permanent trace of their existence. One could also stare into the dark void of the images and conjure up anything at all. The black abyss was like an empty canvas for the viewer. The patches of scratches and smudges were the only guides, sometimes creating allusions to x-rays, black cloudy skies, mammography, or video static.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought the exhibit overall was impressive, limited in size but not scope. Which parallels the exploration of the absence of color: that restriction can also become a liberation, allowing for more interpretive freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exhibit is up from July 8 through August 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1523796239983149028?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1523796239983149028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1523796239983149028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1523796239983149028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1523796239983149028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/07/bose-pacia-after-color.html' title='Bose Pacia: &quot;After Color&quot;'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SlZZ-Y_xR4I/AAAAAAAAAZM/1y8cz18Os4Q/s72-c/a9c91f4f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1036478377966109947</id><published>2009-06-23T14:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:13:52.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what it is, but I just haven’t been able to find much these days that really catches my... um, ear. I’ve been resorting to a lot of stuff in my established collection such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asteroids Galaxy Tour&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Buena Vista Social Club&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Clash&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; David Bowie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hercules and Love Affair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goldfrapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ambient, chill-out feel of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventh Tree&lt;/span&gt; is beautiful and hypnotic but I still love the up-tempo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supernature&lt;/span&gt;. Favorites have to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ride on a White Horse&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooh La La&lt;/span&gt;, but I love every song on that album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grizzly Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve only heard their latest album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veckatimist&lt;/span&gt;, but I like what I hear. They seem more of a traditional setup for a band, not employing so much electronica, which is sometimes refreshing in today’s scene. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Weeks&lt;/span&gt; is my favorite which, of course, has a great harmony hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juana Molina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Argentenian singer/song-writer that has surprising elements in her songs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vivé Solo&lt;/span&gt; starts off as serene and pastoral, then becomes an interesting beat of scatting, shouting and clapping. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dar&lt;/span&gt; is another excellent example of the somewhat sparse sound, layered with her voice and a driving yet subtle beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV on the Radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t too impressed with this band until their recent release, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Science&lt;/span&gt;. I was able to see them live at Central Park Summer Stage, which is a terrible venue... especially in a down pour. Their latest album is an array of different sounds that really grabbed my attention. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Golden Age&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shout Me Out&lt;/span&gt; are stand out tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Phenomenal Handclap Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still very new to this band, but think that they will be a group that you’ll hear a lot about once their debut album is released. They’ve been getting rave reviews for their energetic live shows and I can easily imagine them from the album. The songs are bursting with enthusiasm. The sound recalls 60’s prog rock and some disco. I want to list sound influences but honestly, each song on the album seems to be rooted in a different band. Sometimes they sound like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Doors&lt;/span&gt;, and one song I swear is a long-lost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foghat&lt;/span&gt; tune. You have to hear the album for yourself, particularly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15 to 20&lt;/span&gt; (which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ting Tings&lt;/span&gt; fans will love).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to see David Byrne play a free show in Prospect Park and I was reawakened to his genius. The guy puts on a seriously good show; very entertaining and vibrant. Since then I’ve been combing through his collection and needless to say, I’m a fan. I hope I age as well as this guy has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gomez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a place in my heart for these guys, but I can’t deny the decline of their music over the years. Their first two, maybe three albums were incredibly fresh and diverse. But since then, they’ve catered more and more to safe, radio music. Their latest release, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A New Tide&lt;/span&gt;, is such a disappointment for me that I didn’t even bother importing it into my iTunes. A sad day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiery Furnaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another band that I gave a lot of goodwill towards for the sheer genius of prior releases. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blueberry Boat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gallowsbird’s Bark&lt;/span&gt; were works of art. But practically everything since has been an exercise in tolerance. It doesn’t help that they pump out so much music that you lose any excitement over hearing their name. I usually pine for as much music I can get from a band I like, but in this case, there can be too much of a good(?) thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1036478377966109947?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1036478377966109947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1036478377966109947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1036478377966109947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1036478377966109947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-8488457644927734064</id><published>2009-06-23T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:30:12.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>TV</title><content type='html'>An area where I’m probably not ashamed of saying that I haven’t had too much exposure in lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want this series to be over, and with some sense of satisfaction. My roommate sat in on one episode and said “Oh! This is THE episode about the plane crash. Cool.” And I had to explain “Um... No, this is ANOTHER plane that all the main characters get on, that is going to crash. On the same island. And there’s time travel. And unexplained ghosts/appearances of characters.” It’s a show that’s managed to pile on the crazy just slow enough to not make it noticeable until you sit up and recount everything that’s happened. Sigh, only one season left, I can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most highly praised show in recent history among my friends. I have to say that the accolades probably sullied my opinion of the show. The bar was just set too high. Being a part of the advertising world is a double-edged sword for me. In some ways, I like that a show is giving exposure to things that I do, and yet, I felt somewhat insulted by the lack of effort at their jobs. In the pilot episode, the main character at the last second comes up with the entire ad campaign, pulling ideas out of his ass. Okay, so sometimes inspiration hits you like a lightning bolt, but I would’ve rather the world see how much thought and effort goes into coming up with solutions for clients. I guess the argument is that that doesn’t exactly make for exciting television. And the blatant sexism and racism in the show is somewhat off-putting. I know it’s a reflection of the era, but it’s such a heavy element of the show that it seems glorified. I gotta say though, that I love the ties and suits. We lost something in the times of polo shirts and khakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strangers with Candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend let me borrow her DVD collection and I have to say that this show is brilliant. I admit that I didn’t pay attention to the show when it aired, I’d like to say mainly because TV just wasn’t my focus at the time. But I probably wouldn’t have fully appreciated what the show was about. A dark satire way before it became the accepted norm, this show is still surprisingly cutting and off-beat. Genius is never understood in it’s day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, I still love this show. No, it doesn’t seem as fresh as it did a few years ago and probably gets overshadowed by the brilliant 30 Rock, but I have such a soft spot for The Office and can’t fully explain why. I recently viewed the BBC version again and noticed how the NBC show has migrated so far from it over the years. Most noticeable is how more vibrant the color palate has become and the characters more joyous. The stories have gotten more sitcom-y and outrageous, which is disappointing, and the monotony of work that pervaded through the BBC version is lost. You don’t get cutaways to fax machines and people simply working anymore and I miss that. But the writing and humor are still top-notch, if not in an altered way. I’m a fan of the Jim and Pam characters, even though they’re more tailored to the safe, wholesome ideals of American television heroes. I’m impressed that the writers have managed to maintain the interest of the relationship long after the “will they, wont they” tension that most shows live and die by. Equally admirable is the show’s history of never being afraid to shake things up. Placing Jim out of the office in Season 3 was a bold, risky move and it’s hard to imagine many other shows with the guts to make it happen. The show generally pulls back into the status quo, but I’m interested in seeing where they put Pam in the next season. Plus, Jenna Fischer is just so hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-8488457644927734064?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8488457644927734064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=8488457644927734064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8488457644927734064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8488457644927734064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/06/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5955292108705235949</id><published>2009-06-23T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:59:38.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>Another area of neglect. I used to take part in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gallery Openings in Chelsea&lt;/span&gt; which salved my cultured side but haven’t been able to make it to any exhibitions in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aernout Mik at the MoMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive video installations of various stagings, shown in multiple angles. At times overwhelming, it was nonetheless interesting to view a scene in an almost omniscient perspective. In media, we’re so used to being shown the focus of an event or scene that when presented with an un-narrated view it feels foreign. The viewer is left to decide where to focus attention and which story and character to follow. Multiple things are unfolding in each environment and each subject has his or her own trajectory. Reflective of our world, where we each play the lead role in our tale but take part in an interwoven, larger mesh of stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into the Sunset at the MoMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An expansive exhibit highlight photography in the Western U.S. Although impressive, this show just felt unfocused to me, probably due to the sheer magnitude of the artists, subjects and styles. The goal seemed to be more about grandiose scale. Still, it was worth a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tangled Alphabets at the MoMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be more impressed with this show than I actually was. As a designer, I have a special reverence for typography and it’s symbolic power, but left the exhibit feeling unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to view the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pictures Generation&lt;/span&gt; exhibit at the Met, which I am highly anticipating. A photography collection centered around New York artists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5955292108705235949?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5955292108705235949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5955292108705235949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5955292108705235949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5955292108705235949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/06/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2006844144485755855</id><published>2009-06-23T12:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:21:28.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I shamefully admit to have not been reading much lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2666&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highly praised final work of Roberto Bolaño. It’s an engrossing, slow burn of a read, that I was drawn into, but somehow got sidetracked. Divided into four parts, I only reached the middle of the third section which chronicles the grisly deaths of young girls. I think that’s what did me in. I was reading the book in the evenings before bed and this section really fucked with my head to the point where I couldn’t sleep and had to stop reading. I need and want to finish the book, which I’ll try to undertake next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in dire need of catching up on the genius of David Sedaris so started with this one. How can he so masterfully portray his life of quirky, dysfunctional behavior in such an entertaining, humorous way? I feel that if I undertook this, I’d just come off as sad and disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fountainhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another in the long line of books that I just inexplicably missed out on in my past. This book was actually the perfect thing for me to read when recently laid off. The exploits of an artistic genius who unflinchingly faces obstacles and adversaries, and comes out triumphant with his soul and integrity intact definitely inspires a person like me. I’ve fought several artistic battles in previous jobs and have always suffered with the mediocre compromised “solutions” so can cheer on a character like Rourke, even though he’s an obviously idealized image of man. As romantic as the story is, I have to wonder how successful his approach would be in the real world. This book merits multiple readings, especially at times of waivering on my beliefs and goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2006844144485755855?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2006844144485755855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2006844144485755855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2006844144485755855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2006844144485755855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/06/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1418747819450032726</id><published>2009-06-23T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:20:18.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I admit that I enjoyed this flick. My dad was really gung-ho about seeing it, in IMAX no less. It was a good, fun movie that treated the existing canon with some reverence while being unafraid of putting it’s own spin things. I’ve discovered that casual viewers liked it much more than the fans. There were definitely parts of the plot that made no sense to the point of insulting my intelligence. And maybe that’s the biggest crime against the fans, who were always drawn to the brainier aspects of the shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was really gung-ho about seeing it, and I wish I could go back in time to punch him in the face for it. Insanely stupid, and saddening to know that it was a blockbuster hit. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I started it with a friend who basically apologized in advance, saying it was probably going to be slow and boring. Yet I found it to be a great, interesting story, with superb acting. I’ve always had a soft spot for History and really got into the story. It showed Nixon in a new light for me, and reaffirmed my belief that politicians, no matter how slimy they seem, are often very charismatic and charming people when seen up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man on Wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;/span&gt;, what could’ve been a relatively straight-forward and dull account of an event, was expertly portrayed. There was tension and suspense (sorry no tight-rope walking puns intended) to the manner in which the film unfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in a tight financial situation, I couldn’t pass up seeing a Pixar movie. As usual they not only deliver, but manage to amaze me with emotional storytelling. The actual plot and action portions didn’t exactly impress me but the sheer amount of emotion that Pixar managed to invoke within me caught me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manhattan/Annie Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finally saw these Woody Allen movies and have to say that I missed out by not seeing them years ago. I enjoyed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annie Hall&lt;/span&gt; more, particularly Diane Keaton’s luminous performance. I feel primed to see Whatever Works now, but am worried that the criticism of Woody Allen’s filmmaking decline will be much more noticeable to me after seeing these two great films.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1418747819450032726?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1418747819450032726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1418747819450032726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1418747819450032726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1418747819450032726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5900951356661875716</id><published>2009-06-23T11:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:45:47.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SkEFp5N9zqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FmlHCw0FA5M/s1600-h/double_arrow_sign_01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SkEFp5N9zqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FmlHCw0FA5M/s400/double_arrow_sign_01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350564049585032866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. So much happens in a month, which is probably reflected in the neglect of this blog. Turning 30, getting laid off... These things tend to hog my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated 30 as a pivotal point, including deliberating over abandoning this blog that I’ve kept for several years. It’s seen me through a lot, but at the same time, I considered whether or not it would feel appropriate to help me “move onwards” by letting it go, like my 20’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of it is that this was always intended to be a personal forum and not exactly something to broadcast to others. Yet something happened over time; the blog became much less anonymous and therefore less personal. In reviewing the past few posts, I had definitely steered away from personal issues and more towards just tidbits of news and entertainment. I still feel that it’s a valuable mode of expression for me, since I enjoy how it allows me to formulate more complete opinions about the music and whatnot I get exposed to. But I miss the journal aspect of it. I had forgotten much of the older content so was pleasantly surprised to rediscover what is probably my favorite post of the blog: &lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2006/06/toy-story.html"&gt;Toy Story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t figured out definitively the fate of this blog. I may let it fizzle out, or it may live on as the less personal review site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, there seems to be a backlog of music, movies and such that I want to just unload out of my mind so that’s what the next few posts will feature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5900951356661875716?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5900951356661875716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5900951356661875716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5900951356661875716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5900951356661875716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah-blah-blog.html' title='Blah Blah Blog'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SkEFp5N9zqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/FmlHCw0FA5M/s72-c/double_arrow_sign_01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-8950459871627381936</id><published>2009-06-01T17:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:50:04.764-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Fab!</title><content type='html'>The animation style on the new &lt;a href="http://www.thebeatlesrockband.com/"&gt;Beatles Rock Band&lt;/a&gt; trailer is beautiful. I love the stylized look of the guys, especially their elongated figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://videomedia.ign.com/ev/ev.swf' flashvars='object_ID=14294513&amp;downloadURL=http://xbox360movies.ign.com/xbox360/video/article/988/988631/beatles_rb_trl_e3_flvlowwide.flv&amp;allownetworking="all%"' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='433' height='360'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style='width:433;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://xbox360.ign.com/objects/142/14294513.html'&gt;The Beatles: Rock Band at IGN.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-8950459871627381936?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8950459871627381936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=8950459871627381936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8950459871627381936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8950459871627381936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/06/fab.html' title='Fab!'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-8715778933747239042</id><published>2009-05-08T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:28:31.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><title type='text'>Mo Mod</title><content type='html'>The redesigned site for the NY &lt;a href="http://moma.org/"&gt;MoMA&lt;/a&gt; looks great. I’m a fan of the design, especially the interactive Exhibition Calendar (pictured below). Although they may still have some kinks to work out. It took me forever to find a particular film screening, even though I was 100% sure of the screening date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it’s a fresh, bold look that fits the aura of such a great art institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SgRBYwFrIQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/3T6EclOoMsQ/s1600-h/moma.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SgRBYwFrIQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/3T6EclOoMsQ/s400/moma.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333459752194875650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-8715778933747239042?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8715778933747239042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=8715778933747239042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8715778933747239042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8715778933747239042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/05/mo-mod.html' title='Mo Mod'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SgRBYwFrIQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/3T6EclOoMsQ/s72-c/moma.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5588900666674344226</id><published>2009-04-10T10:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:36:29.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>5-10-15-20</title><content type='html'>Pitchfork has an ongoing &lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/news/tag/5-10-15-20/"&gt;feature&lt;/a&gt; which highlights artists who then pick out influential songs at 5 year intervals in their lives to see if it reveals anything about them and the music that they wind up making. I thought it was an interesting idea and wanted to turn it on myself to see what I listened to at those points in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age 5: Michael Jackson, Thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sd9l-Ji7PYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ldIJSICSZgo/s1600-h/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sd9l-Ji7PYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ldIJSICSZgo/s200/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323085402963918210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still recall unwrapping the vinyl album for my birthday and listening to this endlessly. It was also paired with a Beach Boys double-vinyl of hits. I was pretty much listening to whatever my dad had on the radio which was golden oldies like CCR, the Beatles, and the Temptations. But MJ was the first music that I really gravitated towards that wasn’t because it was just what my dad was playing. I even had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thriller Music Video and Making Of&lt;/span&gt; VHS which also had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beat It&lt;/span&gt; video and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Billie Jean&lt;/span&gt; live performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even today I listen to vintage MJ on my iPod. The music he was making was unparalleled, which makes his descent into the crazy house so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8"&gt;[Video on youtube]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age 10: Whatever other kids were listening to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sd9l9-ObM7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/tNiFU7f3l10/s1600-h/Hammer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sd9l9-ObM7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/tNiFU7f3l10/s200/Hammer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323085399925142450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Music was not a huge part of my life at this point so I pretty much missed out on all the 80’s music that everyone nowadays can’t get enough of. I was much more into cartoons like The Simpsons and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. At this time, every girl was obsessed with New Kids on the Block and I probably heard more of their music than I care to admit. I think it was also around the period of MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice, both of which I had cassette singles of their hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2c4L4CPfQY8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Video on youtube]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age 15: Nirvana, Unplugged in New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sd9l9kIDMgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Cj4dgAOtM-k/s1600-h/Nirvana-Unplugged-Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sd9l9kIDMgI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Cj4dgAOtM-k/s200/Nirvana-Unplugged-Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323085392919081474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gap between 10 and 15 is immense. My tastes in this interval were admittedly questionable. I had CDs of Boyz II Men, Color Me Badd, and Mariah Carey, hahaha. Then came Nirvana’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/span&gt; video. I didn’t have MTV as a kid so when a friend showed me the video, it was a revelation. I was immediately a convert to the whole Alternative scene. Soundgarden’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superunknown&lt;/span&gt;, Stone Temple Pilots’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt; and Pearl Jam’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ten&lt;/span&gt; are all incredible albums, but nothing came close to Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 15, the year was 1994 and Kurt Cobain had just committed suicide. I remember vividly where I was when I saw the MTV breaking news segment. It’s probably my generation’s John Lennon death moment. I was haunted and mesmerized by Nirvana’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unplugged&lt;/span&gt; performance. I’m thankful they released it on CD because that thing didn’t leave my CD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_apoJ0LLCk"&gt;[Video on youtube]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Age 20: Radiohead, OK Computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sd9l98LyTQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/eFIg7LLs69g/s1600-h/ok-computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sd9l98LyTQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/eFIg7LLs69g/s200/ok-computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323085399377202434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, the interval of 15 to 20 is so large, it’s hard to feel that one album manages to encompass the whole period. I was still firmly rooted in Alternative, but was definitely poised to branch out into less mainstream offerings. Electronica was starting to seep its way into my CD collection, with Thievery Corporation and Portishead leading the way. I also rediscovered The Beatles in a big way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Anthologies&lt;/span&gt; came out, as well as an All-Beatles, No-Commercials radio station, which was unheard of in the pre-internet streams days. Collecting the entire discography was a long, hard mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/span&gt;, seeing Radiohead’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karma Police&lt;/span&gt; video felt like a turning point. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK Computer&lt;/span&gt; remains one of my top 5 albums of all time and I wore out the CD and had to buy replacements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was before Radiohead really blew up and became the backbone to pretty much everyone’s Favorite Bands list. Not to sound like a music snob, but I remember a time when even just meeting someone who had heard of Radiohead became my instant friend. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kid A&lt;/span&gt; had yet to come out and my anticipation was at a fever pitch. This is when music became an obsession rather than a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gomez also sprouted up as a heavy weight in my CD collection. Their first two albums, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring It On&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liquid Skin&lt;/span&gt;, are still their best. Their varied and versatile body of work included delta blues, electronica, psychedilia, and Beatles-esque melodies. I hunted down bootleg copies of their live albums, which was tough in the pre-Bit Torrent days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LeLAELIxKY"&gt;[Video on youtube]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I’d like to think that my music tastes are as varied as ever. My playlists incorporate old school country, lots of indie, electronica/dance, 80’s, 70’s, classical, jazz, hip hop, bluegrass and “world” music. I’ll admit that music is more accessible today than ever, but there was a sense of accomplishment to actually digging around and discovering something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5588900666674344226?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5588900666674344226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5588900666674344226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5588900666674344226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5588900666674344226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-10-15-20.html' title='5-10-15-20'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sd9l-Ji7PYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ldIJSICSZgo/s72-c/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2430469636210289423</id><published>2009-04-09T15:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:45:44.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>A guy’s guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.valetmag.com/"&gt;Valet&lt;/a&gt; has a nice compilation of &lt;a href="http://www.valetmag.com/the-handbook/features/2009/31-days/index.php"&gt;handy tips&lt;/a&gt; for guys. Some are more useful than others. Hey, I learned about the Sweater Stone and how to get one for virtually &lt;a href="http://sweaterstone.com/free.htm"&gt;free&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5TqdcmjZ2I&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D5TqdcmjZ2I&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2430469636210289423?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2430469636210289423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2430469636210289423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2430469636210289423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2430469636210289423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/04/guys-guide.html' title='A guy’s guide'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5877232508160907399</id><published>2009-03-31T06:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:18:52.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Review: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ It's Blitz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SdIimDlqLRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BGBy3SLLORo/s1600-h/ItsBlitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SdIimDlqLRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BGBy3SLLORo/s400/ItsBlitz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319352147071610130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to forget how life was before the information-saturated days of the internets. Those days, the only way to satisfy my anticipation of a new album was to physically go to the local music shop and check the racks. Unless a store had it together enough to display a dry-erase board with band/album names next to their release dates. Being left in the dark about the upcoming albums was excruciating, yet the gratification of untainted discovery was always well worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the modern days, when music sites, blogs and message boards were all bracing me for the ominous horror of the next &lt;a href="http://www.yeahyeahyeahs.com/"&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/a&gt; album which features more electro-synth pop with dance beats and less iconic Nick Zinner guitars. Several sites had the lead song, “Zero”, available for streaming as evidence. Hell, even the entire album’s up for grabs a full two months before the intended release date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onslaught of warnings and rants resulted in my fully coming to terms with the “new sound” of Karen O and company going in so I absorbed the album with pleasing results. Still, I can’t help but wonder what my experience would’ve been like if I had hit PLAY on my iPod and dove into &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001UJIMEQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s Blitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; completely fresh and unprepared. I imagine it could’ve been shocking, scary, surprising and deeply satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zero” is an appropriate lead-off since it features many of the elements that are the topic of controversy. Clearly synthesized beats open the track. But not a full 10 seconds passes before Karen’s recognizable voice eases to you into the rest of the album. Throughout the album, her voice is the trusted guide through their new landscape of sound. She has an unmistakable sound, however she manages to showcase it in many ways before the album’s end. Her trademark screeches and growls are kept to a minimum, replaced with girlish squeals and breathy whispers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s Blitz&lt;/span&gt; does a wonderful job of displaying how versatile and talented Karen O is, and not a one-trick wailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heads Will Roll” continues to pile on the evidence that detractors could turn to for how the Yeah Yeah Yeahs have abandoned their old sound for clean-cut dance beats. While it’s true that “Heads Will Roll” is the most purely dance song on the album, it’s easy to look back to songs like “Y-Control” or “Cheated Hearts” to prove that the band has always been dance-floor friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what the album ultimately tells us. While they traverse new territory, the group hasn’t lost the sensibilities that made them successful in the first place. Rather than recycle a known formula, they forge ahead and test new waters. Isn’t that what we all want out of bands? Critics (and bloggers) are in an easy position. A band tries something new and are detracted for forgetting what made them successful. Yet another band could release an album of similar material and be scoffed at for being stale or unimaginative. It’s hard to see many bands coming out of that minefield unscathed. Even the Beatles garnered head scratching and queer looks when their mustached faces appeared, singing the weird and un-fab “Strawberry Fields Forever”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yeah Yeah Yeahs certainly took their lumps as well. The aura of sophomore slump hung all over &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Show-Your-Bones-Yeah-Yeahs/dp/B000EHQ7L0/ref=ntt_mus_ep_dpi_4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show Your Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, evident in the disappointing sales and lukewarm reviews. But after the initial shock, I grew to love that album as much as &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fever-Tell-Yeah-Yeahs/dp/B00008VOQM/ref=pd_bxgy_m_img_b"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever to Tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. They didn’t replicate the raw, visceral ferocity of the debut album, but that possibly goes to show how special and great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever to Tell&lt;/span&gt; was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applaud the band for not trying to recapture that moment in time. That doesn’t mean that the band can’t rock when they want to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show Your Bones&lt;/span&gt; was full of bombastic moments, such as “Phenomena”, “Déjà Vu”, or even “Gold Lion” which deceptively grows into a beast of a song. People also forget that the Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ breakout hit was the soulfully quiet “Maps”. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Show Your Bones&lt;/span&gt; stands apart from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever to Tell&lt;/span&gt; in a relative manner that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s Blitz&lt;/span&gt; is positioned from the two. Equidistant yet related, they each show a different side of this band and it’s impressive to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Karen O is able to let us into every aspect of her persona. She deftly glides from a fierce fire-breather to a fragile poet while keeping it genuine and uncontrived. I’m sure there’s much to dissect from the album cover and it’s implications but I’ll spare it in order to keep this review from mushrooming out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll come out and say that I listened to the leaked album in advance, but I have also bought the official digital and physical offering. The music industry may finally be figuring out how to cope in the world of illegal sharing by offering exclusive incentives such as live tracks on iTunes or b-sides on the actual physical specimen. That works out for me since I’ve always made it a point to buy the CDs and love hording rare and live songs. Those familiar with the brilliant acoustic rendition of “Gold Lion” or Karen’s Native Korean Rock wont be surprised by the bonus songs on the deluxe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s Blitz&lt;/span&gt; version, but it might shed light for more casual fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Zero” is obvious single material, “Heads Will Roll” and “Dull Life” will be popular, while “Little Shadow” and “Runaway” harkens back to the intimate and emotive “Maps” and “Warrior”. I personally love “Dragon Queen” for it’s sleek sexiness. The twinkling guitar is something I would’ve never expected from a band that created &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fever to Tell&lt;/span&gt;, but that’s the point. The acoustic and orchestrated version of “Little Shadow” goes a little too far for me into the realm of mushy, bland soft-rock. But it’s a bonus song and a minor quibble to a fantastic album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The track, “Shame and Fortune” was particularly interesting to me. It seemed to be the most direct response to the anticipated criticism. The song is composed of many “typical” YYYs tools: distorted, chugging guitars; Karen’s menacing vocals; and strong, rapid drumming from Brian. All this reinforces the message within the lyrics: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shame, it’s soft and same/Lose when I play your game/Come if you call my name/All the fortune on the floor&lt;/span&gt;. This band is obviously not interested in cashing in on their known commodity and that’s why I fucking love this band. I’ve said it before, this band embodies so much of what I loved about Nirvana: blisteringly loud, yet beautifully tender inside; unpredictable and a little bit crazy; and rebellious in a completely sincere manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to see what they do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/215750345/DragonQueen.mp3.html"&gt;Dragon Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5877232508160907399?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5877232508160907399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5877232508160907399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5877232508160907399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5877232508160907399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/03/review-yeah-yeah-yeahs-its-blitz.html' title='Review: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ &lt;i&gt;It&apos;s Blitz&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SdIimDlqLRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BGBy3SLLORo/s72-c/ItsBlitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1504273903937892994</id><published>2009-03-23T10:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:48:55.091-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Asteroids Galaxy Tour at Le Poisson Rouge, 03/22/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Scetw43y20I/AAAAAAAAAX0/3fVj2vHnYA4/s1600-h/asteroids_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Scetw43y20I/AAAAAAAAAX0/3fVj2vHnYA4/s400/asteroids_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316408940545891138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t quite sure what to expect when attending &lt;a href="http://www.theasteroidsgalaxytour.com/"&gt;The Asteroids Galaxy Tour&lt;/a&gt; show at Le Poisson Rouge. I usually don’t go to shows so blind, not knowing what the band is about or at least more than a handful of songs. But this Danish group doesn’t have a lot of material out there yet. Their debut album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fruit&lt;/span&gt;, is due out in May so all we’ve had to go on so far are an EP or two and of course that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6WX7XGcRhk"&gt;iPod Touch commercial&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I was expecting to see a lot more similarities between them and The Ting Tings, another guy/girl duo with an Apple commercial in their résumé, who I saw less than a week ago at Terminal 5. Surprisingly, they have very little in common. First of all, The Asteroids Galaxy Tour didn’t present themselves as a duo, rather a full band with a couple of horn players. Whereas The Ting Tings fully fall into the Eighties pop revival with infectious dance songs and colorful hipster clothing, The Asteroids Galaxy Tour seem to draw more from 60’s soul and psychedelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I didn’t enjoy The Ting Tings, but I knew what I was in for going into the show and they didn’t disappoint. The venue was also a factor. Terminal 5 is an impressive, large, modern space, but Le Poisson was much more intimate and inviting. I was literally a foot away from the drum set, which made not wearing earplugs a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial reaction to The Asteroids Galaxy Tour taking the stage was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Wow, the lead singer, Mette Lindberg, is REALLY petite.”&lt;/span&gt; which quickly gave way to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Wow, that’s one giant voice coming out of her!”&lt;/span&gt; During the show, I kept trying to recall who her vocals reminded me of. My brain went immediately to Shirley Bassey and other 60’s female vocalists with room-filling voices. Yet that doesn’t quite describe fully Mette’s distinctive sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band as a whole had much more of a funk groove than I expected. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Around the Bend&lt;/span&gt; is an obvious pop single that gets people’s attention, but as usual, it wont be able to adequately represent what this group is really about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sun Ain’t Shining No More&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Fever&lt;/span&gt; more likely embody the jazz over pop sound that the band employs. I think it helped immensely to have a horn section, strengthening that 60’s soul influence. It’s my opinion that most bands should have horn sections in their show rather than try to replicate them with synthesizers. The sax and trumpet added so much to The Asteroids Galaxy Tour that I can’t imagine what their live act without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medium sized venue was packed with enthusiastic fans, which is pretty amazing considering their relative newness. It was a pleasure to be able to see them in a smaller space as opposed to the wildly popular Ting Tings, and for only $10. This experience probably wont last once their album debuts. Already, they’re generating buzz from NPR’s &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/allsongs/2009/03/richard_swift_the_asteroids_ga.html?ft=1&amp;amp;f=15709577"&gt;All Songs Considered&lt;/a&gt; for putting on a great show at SXSW last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/212597371/thesunaintshiningnomore.mp3.html"&gt;The Sun Ain’t Shining No More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/ScetxA9t9aI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1pi4X4GgGdw/s1600-h/asteroids_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/ScetxA9t9aI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1pi4X4GgGdw/s400/asteroids_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316408942718219682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/ScetxDpFkZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/G29C-0LkLCw/s1600-h/asteroids_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/ScetxDpFkZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/G29C-0LkLCw/s400/asteroids_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316408943436992914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1504273903937892994?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1504273903937892994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1504273903937892994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1504273903937892994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1504273903937892994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/03/asteroids-galaxy-tour-at-le-poisson.html' title='The Asteroids Galaxy Tour at Le Poisson Rouge, 03/22/09'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Scetw43y20I/AAAAAAAAAX0/3fVj2vHnYA4/s72-c/asteroids_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-4556576702130455554</id><published>2009-03-18T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:34:18.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Prim and propaganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/ScESB6n7OHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QWpigh3VX-s/s1600-h/saks1.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/ScESB6n7OHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QWpigh3VX-s/s400/saks1.jpg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314548859399780466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ventured into the Saks store last weekend and was shocked to see the boldness of their new advertising campaign. Playing off heavily on a constructivist era aesthetic, the entire store was blanketed with the signage and installations. I applaud Saks for the guts to go with such a strong visual style and to do it whole-heartedly. Though I have to wonder how effective the campaign is and how it speaks to their target audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became familiar with the design style in school and had attempted to incorporate elements into my work several times. The usual response is the client or art director freaking out. I would’ve loved to have sat in on the concept pitch and see how the design studio got Saks to OK the direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This economy probably has companies resorting to more extreme measures to attract consumers, and I’d be interested in seeing how this look works (or doesn’t work) for Saks. As a designer, it’s always great to see something different and daring, but when there’s no substantial reasoning behind the approach, the effect is fleeting. I love the style and how solid the implementation is, but know that it has connotations to people that don’t necessarily promote a positive shopping environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to &lt;a href="http://www.notcot.com/archives/2009/03/saks_and_shepar.php"&gt;NotCot&lt;/a&gt; for digging up the backstory and visuals behind the campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/ScESCMiFnrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_CVkX09pzLo/s1600-h/saks3.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/ScESCMiFnrI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_CVkX09pzLo/s400/saks3.jpg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314548864207134386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-4556576702130455554?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4556576702130455554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=4556576702130455554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4556576702130455554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4556576702130455554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/03/prim-and-propaganda.html' title='Prim and propaganda'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/ScESB6n7OHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/QWpigh3VX-s/s72-c/saks1.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-3677518465491636653</id><published>2009-03-11T21:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:21:35.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Review: Neko Case’s Middle Cyclone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbhxGfNAZGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4RZG3yaSL0c/s1600-h/middle_cyclone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbhxGfNAZGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4RZG3yaSL0c/s320/middle_cyclone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312120116752704610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's no denying that Neko Case is a force of nature. Her voice is unmistakable and her songs are haunting, which makes it all the more astonishing that she didn’t take up singing until into her 20’s. It’s almost a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her latest release, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Middle-Cyclone-Neko-Case/dp/B001MWGZDG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middle Cyclone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, shows off a clear progression in her songwriting abilities. Comparably, the tracks off of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blacklisted-Neko-Case/dp/B00006BTC6/ref=pd_sim_m_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blacklisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, just a few years past, seem more simplistic and straightforward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her next effort, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Confessor-Brings-Flood-Neko-Case/dp/B000CS4L1E/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_k2a_2_img/187-7616672-4150510?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0BCNEMK48EMYZG2J3334&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=304485601&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B001MWGZDG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fox Confessor Brings the Flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Case created lush and epic landscapes full of abstract and fantastic stories. At times gothic and looming, she presented tales of “make-believe monsters” and big bad wolves. For my money, there’s nothing quite as moody and atmospheric as “The Dirty Knife”. Musically, she upped the ante, using more textures and beautiful cascading harmonies. Whereas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blacklisted&lt;/span&gt; firmly established Neko Case as a soulful, alt-country star, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fox Confessor&lt;/span&gt; was an ambitious, exploratory album which could be viewed as her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sgt. Pepper’s&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I sense that with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middle Cyclone&lt;/span&gt;, she’s found a middle ground (no pun intended) between her work on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blacklisted&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fox Confessor&lt;/span&gt;. Neko has absorbed all the lessons she’s learned before and utilized them all to create a much more deliberate and tempered album. Not as dark or serious as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fox Confessor&lt;/span&gt;, yet more complex and progressive than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blacklisted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The themes have shifted as well. She isn’t as introspective as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blacklisted&lt;/span&gt;, or intimate as with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fox Confessor&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middle Cyclone&lt;/span&gt;’s story is less about a specific person and more about mankind. Or specifically mankind in relation to nature. A first-person account by a tornado, descriptions of being mauled or eaten by animals, and blatantly saying “Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth” all show the fragility of man and that nature is a force to be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In “Next Time You Say Forever”, Case reminds us that we are mortal and that what we create can be swept away with the lyrics “To be the dangling ceiling, from the roof came crashing down, peeling in the heat, vanished in the rain. The next time you say forever, I’ll punch you in your face.” Later on, she sings about the “Cistine Chapel painted with a gattling gun”, telling us that even the most prized accomplishments of man are temporary and perishable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Case doesn’t present these ideas as a scare tactic. I mean, how serious can she be when her cover art features her crouching on the hood of a Mercury Cougar holding a sword? In fact, as serious as her subject matter is, I feel that this album is far less foreboding than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fox Confessor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She presents the idea that we affect and are affected by nature equally. We’re not diametric forces, but rather harmonious ones. As the tornado, Case croons that she/it loves you, and later on points out that man is also an animal. And we can’t claim individual insignificance with “I didn’t know what a brute I was... And I drag the clanging notion I was nobody, nobody.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it’s a Neko Case album so there are bound to be several beautiful, beautiful moments to be heard. “Vengeance is Sleeping” is an achingly gorgeous song. “Magpie to the Morning” showcases how Neko’s voice can soar like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the final track, Case allots nearly half the length of the entire album to the ambient sounds of frogs and other backyard creatures. It’s a fitting, final point to her message of having respect for nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I come away with in the end is more respect for Neko Case. With each release, she shows noticeable growth as an artist. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fox Confessor&lt;/span&gt; was almost a collection of fairy tales and short stories, but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Middle Cyclone&lt;/span&gt; demonstrates a much more calculated theme throughout. Like old school country artists, Case is a storyteller that creates characters with her lyrics, rather than relying on simpler, autobiographical lines like other modern vocalists. She’s a poet that uses complex imagery and metaphors that invite us to interpret them. Who’s not going to eat up lines such as “I love your long shadows and your gunpowder eyes”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that tornado, her power and love commands our respect and makes us love her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Neko’s &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nekocase"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; page to hear some of her new songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-3677518465491636653?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/3677518465491636653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=3677518465491636653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/3677518465491636653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/3677518465491636653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/03/review-neko-cases-middle-cyclone.html' title='Review: Neko Case’s &lt;i&gt;Middle Cyclone&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbhxGfNAZGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/4RZG3yaSL0c/s72-c/middle_cyclone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5878778610229986092</id><published>2009-03-06T11:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:57:11.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Metal Couture at Fontana’s</title><content type='html'>Burlesque, metal bands, and a &lt;a href="http://rockmetalcouture.com/home.html"&gt;fashion&lt;/a&gt; show with chicks in torn fishnet... Who could ask for anything better? More pics on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/94219999@N00/sets/72157614802826739/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUrY5bw4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/NVUB2-OseSE/s1600-h/IMG_9031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUrY5bw4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/NVUB2-OseSE/s400/IMG_9031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310118540040979330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUsa4I8RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AqYTkfkeeLo/s1600-h/IMG_9084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUsa4I8RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/AqYTkfkeeLo/s400/IMG_9084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310118557752291602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUrzKynzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qIT7o7mNtro/s1600-h/IMG_9074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUrzKynzI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qIT7o7mNtro/s400/IMG_9074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310118547093102386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUs8p9rBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ExG8sYbPgVM/s1600-h/IMG_9140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUs8p9rBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ExG8sYbPgVM/s400/IMG_9140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310118566819638290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFVX6z2O7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/hWjNxyiZ7tM/s1600-h/IMG_9151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFVX6z2O7I/AAAAAAAAAXU/hWjNxyiZ7tM/s400/IMG_9151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310119305058597810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUq7kIXUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/hHBALOmcM6A/s1600-h/IMG_9008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUq7kIXUI/AAAAAAAAAWs/hHBALOmcM6A/s400/IMG_9008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310118532166999362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5878778610229986092?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5878778610229986092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5878778610229986092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5878778610229986092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5878778610229986092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/03/metal-couture-at-fontanas.html' title='Metal Couture at Fontana’s'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbFUrY5bw4I/AAAAAAAAAW0/NVUB2-OseSE/s72-c/IMG_9031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1013702664020975326</id><published>2009-03-05T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:12:56.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Wii Can Work It Out</title><content type='html'>Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever determined the release date is a genius who obviously knows his Beatles lore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;APPLE CORPS LTD., MTV AND HARMONIX ANNOUNCE "THE BEATLES: ROCK BAND," &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; WORLDWIDE RELEASE SET FOR 9/9/09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New York, NY - March 5, 2008 - Apple Corps, Ltd., Harmonix and MTV Games, a part of Viacom's MTV Networks (NYSE: VIA, VIA.B), today announced the 9/9/09 worldwide release of The Beatles: Rock Band (http://www.thebeatlesrockband.com). The music-based video game, an unprecedented, experiential progression through and celebration of the music and artistry of The Beatles, will be available simultaneously worldwide in North America, Europe, Australia, New Zealand and other territories for the Xbox 360 video game and entertainment system from Microsoft, PLAYSTATION 3 computer entertainment system and Wii(TM) home videogame console from Nintendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Beatles: Rock Band will allow fans to pick up the guitar, bass, mic or drums and experience The Beatles' extraordinary catalogue of music through gameplay that takes players on a journey through the legacy and evolution of the band's legendary career. In addition, The Beatles: Rock Band will offer a limited number of new hardware offerings modeled after instruments used by John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr throughout their career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Beatles: Rock Band will be offered as standalone software and hardware as well as a limited edition bundle. The game will be compatible with all Rock Band instrument controllers and other current music-based video game peripherals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Beatles: Rock Band marks the first time that Apple Corps, along with EMI Music, Harrisongs Ltd, and Sony/ATV Music Publishing, has agreed to present The Beatles' music in an interactive video game format. The Beatles: Rock Band will be published by MTV Games and&lt;br /&gt;developed by Harmonix, the world's premier music video game company and creators of the best-selling Rock Band. Electronic Arts will serve as distribution partner for the game. In addition, Giles Martin, co-producer of The Beatles' innovative LOVE album project, is providing&lt;br /&gt;his expertise and serving as Music Producer for this groundbreaking Beatles project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Exclusive content created by Apple Corps, MTV Games and Harmonix will be made available to fans over the next few months who participate in a pre-order campaign through major retailers. More details on The Beatles: Rock Band game and pre-order will be revealed in the coming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;###&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbBOMzDIESI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FHv9rLibL7Y/s1600-h/laoser_rocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbBOMzDIESI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FHv9rLibL7Y/s400/laoser_rocker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309829942438531362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1013702664020975326?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1013702664020975326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1013702664020975326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1013702664020975326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1013702664020975326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/03/wii-can-work-it-out.html' title='Wii Can Work It Out'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SbBOMzDIESI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FHv9rLibL7Y/s72-c/laoser_rocker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2384329916226176967</id><published>2009-03-04T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:42:34.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Hot knot</title><content type='html'>Who knew there were so many varied and wonderful ways to tie a scarf around one’s neck? Props to this &lt;a href="http://spottedbynormanncopenhagen.com/2009/03/04/perfect-knot-20/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for the find. Can’t wait to try it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hq5dlc7t8k8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hq5dlc7t8k8&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2384329916226176967?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2384329916226176967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2384329916226176967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2384329916226176967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2384329916226176967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-knot.html' title='Hot knot'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7584765578474576308</id><published>2009-03-03T10:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:40:51.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Breaking the bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sa1Pe_LL7mI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wS7y1h69QIU/s1600-h/SCREWED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sa1Pe_LL7mI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wS7y1h69QIU/s200/SCREWED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308986929512705634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This American Life&lt;/span&gt; comes through for us all by taking another look at our faltering economy. Whereas the &lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/money-talks.html"&gt;previous episodes&lt;/a&gt; focused on the buildup to the Wall Street meltdown, &lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=375"&gt;this episode&lt;/a&gt; tries to break down what’s going on with the banks and why they’re all in such trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to provide clarity to financial laymen like myself, they make it an emphasis to explain things in as direct a manner as possible. The result is as enlightening as it is infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what you get out of it is that people have largely been irresponsible by taking out loans that they weren’t qualified for, the banks were greedy bastards by approving all these bad loans, everyone is looking to the government to bail them out, which means that honest, poor joes like you and I are going to get screwed no matter what. Wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7584765578474576308?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7584765578474576308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7584765578474576308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7584765578474576308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7584765578474576308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/03/breaking-bank.html' title='Breaking the bank'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/Sa1Pe_LL7mI/AAAAAAAAAWc/wS7y1h69QIU/s72-c/SCREWED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-4203403002715745186</id><published>2009-03-01T15:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:13:26.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Examined Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SasIdg3npxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lmtWrlK1GgA/s1600-h/poster_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SasIdg3npxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lmtWrlK1GgA/s320/poster_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308345888918710034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.ifccenter.com/film?filmid=70527"&gt;IFC Center&lt;/a&gt; is currently showing a documentary showcase of several modern philosophers called &lt;a href="http://www.zeitgeistfilms.com/examinedlife/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Examined Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmmaker Astra Taylor does a good job of adding kinetic energy to the stream of (essentially) lectures by putting each subject in a public area, mostly around New York. Topics of philosophy touch on consumerism and ecology, but the threads are mainly connected by the idea of meaning (or lack thereof) in existence and the individual’s connection with society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although certain theories such as Social Contract are alluded to, Taylor manages to steer clear of getting mired in a historical survey of philosophical thought. That frees her to let the subjects focus on their own modern ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film succeeds in keeping the speakers focused, without diverging on too many tangents. While it shows that the filmmaker has the skill to converge it all into a tight film, it’s hard not to feel like there wasn’t enough meat to the exploration. Each person had 10 minutes to get across their entire philosophy, when it's easy to see how they could’ve gone on for hours and hours. Thus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Examined Life&lt;/span&gt; comes across as an overview of ideas, without being able to really explore the depths or details of those ideas. I suppose that’s not a knock on the film but more an observation on the limitation of the format. Taylor herself admitted to the amount that had to get cut out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, my friend wondered aloud if the people in films just talked endlessly about philosophy. My guess would be yes, but I took issue with some of the subtle allegations in the film that there is no middle ground in between being a deep thinking, cerebral citizen of the world and the mindless, uncaring, consumerist automaton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the showtime, my friend and I were drinking beers talking about plans for our next pub crawl. Is that not okay? Do we have to be dissecting the nature of man every hour of every day? I love philosophy and examining our nature, which is why I thoroughly enjoyed this film, but I don’t feel compelled to have to do that exclusively. I take enjoyment in mindless, stupid things as much as deep, thought provoking matters. I think it’s in our nature to have those dichotomies and juxtapositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the topics that I enjoyed the most was Cornel West speaking that there is no definitive goal or meaning in life, and what that means for our concept of “failure”. And while each philosopher had his or her own concept of “meaning”, whether there is one or not, they seemed to agree that we are social creatures who have an intrinsic need to interact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an only child who has always had strong loner tendencies, it made me wonder about my own views towards the nature of society. I’ve come to whole-heartedly believe that we need that interaction and contact to live “meaningfully”. Living in New York City, I can’t help but be constantly exposed to people. I wondered what my inclination are towards people I meet or strangers on the street. Do I automatically have trust and respect in those I don't even know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of the companies I’ve worked for have a philosophy of making sure you do your work on the assumption that other people are lazy, slow, incorrect or dumb. Expect that clients will not give you the correct information, or predict that the printer will be late in fulfilling the order. That inherent mistrust for others seemed awkward for me. Although there were instances which proved that theory true, I have a feeling that those negative, paranoid thoughts had much to do with my unhappiness at those jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts also led me to my parents, who more than anyone I’ve ever known, believe that the default inclination of human beings is to be good. They put trust and faith in people to points which make me uneasy. Yet my mom will still clutch her purse with a deathgrip at restaurants, even upscale ones. It reminded me again of our often contradictory thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where I was going with the end of this post, but the film got some of those mental gears turning, which is the point of the film, and why I enjoyed it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Coraline in 3-D was also pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-4203403002715745186?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4203403002715745186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=4203403002715745186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4203403002715745186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4203403002715745186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/03/examined-life.html' title='Examined Life'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SasIdg3npxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/lmtWrlK1GgA/s72-c/poster_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5705032180050829392</id><published>2009-02-12T14:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:19:51.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hell Yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SZR16qO2UZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/t1G7w1Qqk50/s1600-h/yyys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SZR16qO2UZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/t1G7w1Qqk50/s400/yyys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301992311951348114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/node/149141"&gt;Pitchfork&lt;/a&gt; for letting me know that the next Yeah Yeah Yeahs album is finally coming! My Karen O crush can continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5705032180050829392?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5705032180050829392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5705032180050829392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5705032180050829392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5705032180050829392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/02/hell-yeah.html' title='Hell Yeah!'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SZR16qO2UZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/t1G7w1Qqk50/s72-c/yyys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-4323412574775754060</id><published>2009-01-20T10:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:09:01.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>President Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SXXo_BZjqPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JOKbhsEGFfE/s1600-h/barack-obama-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SXXo_BZjqPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JOKbhsEGFfE/s320/barack-obama-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293393106448918770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day is here! Everyone I know is ecstatic and amazingly hopeful about what we’re about to embark upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s still hard to believe that it’s happening. New York City is an amazing amalgamation of people, but politically it’s been largely pro-Obama. During the race, I heard so many people wonder aloud “How is Obama not going to win? There’s so much support for him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I knew better. I know that not every American has the same mindset. So I’ve tried hard to keep a wider perspective and find out what people who differ from me are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This American Life has a great episode which attempts to do the same thing: take a cross-section of the country and hear the spectrum of viewpoints. It’s enlightening, frightening and somehow reassuring.&lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=372"&gt; Take a listen...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-4323412574775754060?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4323412574775754060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=4323412574775754060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4323412574775754060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4323412574775754060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-barack-obama.html' title='President Barack Obama'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SXXo_BZjqPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/JOKbhsEGFfE/s72-c/barack-obama-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-6148066004174133224</id><published>2009-01-19T10:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:50:03.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Fleet Foxes on SNL</title><content type='html'>I have mixed feelings about the boys appearing on SNL, but love that they played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mykonos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLVkzfq08TI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLVkzfq08TI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-6148066004174133224?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6148066004174133224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=6148066004174133224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6148066004174133224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6148066004174133224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/01/fleet-foxes-on-snl.html' title='Fleet Foxes on SNL'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7400194176134286401</id><published>2009-01-14T17:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:57:26.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Addicted to drug(shows)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SW6zt7_82HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JR_-rpQu-PI/s1600-h/the_wire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SW6zt7_82HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JR_-rpQu-PI/s400/the_wire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291364213988317298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m deeply entrenched in HBO’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve just finished the third season which isn’t too bad since I started a few months ago. I’ve been trying to plow through the series as quickly as possible, which isn’t to say I’m not enjoying the story. In actuality, the show is as engrossing and impressive as the accolades would have you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that I feel as if my free time is scarce as it is. I haven’t even tried to add up how much time five seasons of an hour-long show is consuming out of my life, and it’s probably best not to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I learned my lesson with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sopranos&lt;/span&gt; which I watched at a leisurely pace of years in between episodes. Needless to say I was lost as to what was happening several times. “Wait, I thought that chick was whacked last season!” “When did that guy get made??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I noticed that one of my roommates had purchased the first season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weeds&lt;/span&gt; and left it in the living room for us roommates to watch. Naturally, I need another television show to occupy my time. After viewing a few episodes, I noticed how jarring it was to go from one drug show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt; to another, whose tone and viewpoint was in such contrast. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt; is all about an unflinching depiction of the misery and corruption within the ecosphere of drugs, where even the good guys are flawed and capable of evil things. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weeds&lt;/span&gt; goes about drugs in a much more saccharine and light-hearted way. Addicts are friendly, successful family guys; rival dealers “threaten” each other by dinging cars with pennies; and the drug suppliers offer fresh baked cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the contrasts enthralling. I noticed a similar relationship in movies like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/span&gt; which treat guns in a nonchalant manner. Throughout the movie, bullets are whizzing by, guns are whipped out and discarded, people are blown to bits, and we the viewers watch with giddy amazement. Then, a movie like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; American Beauty&lt;/span&gt; will feature a single gun, fired once, and the gravitas of it deeply affects all of the characters in the story. It’s amazing how people are able to take similar subjects and wield them in drastically different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SW6z1ZMLvoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IB4y8CQbyds/s1600-h/The+Matrix+_DivX_+311_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SW6z1ZMLvoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/IB4y8CQbyds/s400/The+Matrix+_DivX_+311_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291364342083337858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt;, which benefitted from my trip back to my parents’ house for the holidays. I was able to sit through a pile of episodes in those few days. My parents even sat down to see what the buzz was all about. My dad, having missed out on the first 25 episodes was completely lost. Through him, I realized that over the course of the series, the character roster had grown to easily over 20 and plot threads dated back to the very first episode. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt; is definitely not a show you can just casually watch, which while is more demanding on the viewer, also results in richer payoffs in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom’s reaction was much more interesting. She pointed out how everyone is bad, and the whole story is so bleak. Why would people want to watch such a depressing show? Why don’t people like happy stories that make them feel good? I sort of laughed it off, but she has a point. Why are we so much more interested in drama and conflict? Shakespearean tragedies, unrequited love, depictions of war... We can’t get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking, who wants to watch happy people in love? Everyone hates seeing people like that. Look at all the shows that got dull and unpopular after their leads got together (also known as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moonlighting&lt;/span&gt; effect, or for us younger people maybe the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-files&lt;/span&gt; effect). The only show that seems to be capable of bucking that trend is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;, and even then, it’s being treated very gingerly and Jim and Pam have been pushed to the background much more than in previous seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don’t think we’re always just focused on the bad, horrible things. There are plenty of happy, feel-good love stories out there. I consider myself a romantic most of the times. But damned if I don’t enjoy a good story of suffering. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt; and it’s epic demise of Michael Corleone’s soul? So great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I’m trying to end the run of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wire&lt;/span&gt; soon. I’m expecting amazing things. Terrible, awful things. But amazing nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7400194176134286401?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7400194176134286401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7400194176134286401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7400194176134286401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7400194176134286401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/01/addicted-to-drugshows.html' title='Addicted to drug(shows)'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SW6zt7_82HI/AAAAAAAAAVE/JR_-rpQu-PI/s72-c/the_wire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1111178907499583450</id><published>2009-01-12T10:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:49:17.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Beating around the Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SWtmdtCD7II/AAAAAAAAAU0/ObNgpExQ5uo/s1600-h/presBush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SWtmdtCD7II/AAAAAAAAAU0/ObNgpExQ5uo/s320/presBush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290434847767260290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Bush Presidency is in its last days and I imagine there will be much reflection on GW’s legacy and where he stands historically. It’ll be interesting to see what the perception of Bush will be a decade or two from now. Will he still be as reviled? Or will he be vindicated? I imagine that time will most likely soften the anti-Bush sentiment. But the blunders of war and fraying of international relations will probably keep his presidency from being viewed as a successful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s too soon to come to any conclusions, but NPR’s latest Intelligence Squared segment tries to tackle the legacy of Bush and where he stands in comparison to the accomplishments and perceptions of other presidents in the modern era of the U.S. I’m not sure if the debate ended up altering my thoughts on the man, but it’s an interesting session nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to question the decision to include Karl Rove on the panel. I would’ve preferred a more objective expert rather than someone who is so close and biased to the subject of the debate. It didn’t help that Rove’s debate style grated on me immensely. He was very defensive, condescending and aggressive towards the other panelists. If there’s any personality type that pushes my buttons, it’s probably one like Rove’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like most of the country (and the world) is itching for the transfer of power to Obama, which hopefully leads to a period of healing and upward progress for this country. The debate raised an interesting question of whether Obama has a tougher or easier time because of what Bush has left in his wake. It’s hard for me to view Bush in any positive light, but I can’t deny that his stubbornness on the troop surge probably left Iraq in a better state for Obama than if he’d consented to the strategy of an early draw-down as Obama had called for. Of course if he hadn’t invaded Iraq in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=97752303"&gt;Check out the debate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1111178907499583450?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1111178907499583450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1111178907499583450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1111178907499583450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1111178907499583450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2009/01/beating-around-bush.html' title='Beating around the Bush'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SWtmdtCD7II/AAAAAAAAAU0/ObNgpExQ5uo/s72-c/presBush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5379080152850987910</id><published>2008-12-11T10:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:20:27.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Troubled in paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SUE9ToYKZZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/n9kM-uaZb7Q/s1600-h/IMG_8906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SUE9ToYKZZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/n9kM-uaZb7Q/s400/IMG_8906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278567645720503698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think of anything more welcome in the cold New York winters than an escape towards sandy beaches down south. In Cancun, I laid in the sun, ate a ton of food, snorkled in clear blue waters and even swam with motha f*#king dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SUE9c1YhgpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E-5cPvx_wyM/s1600-h/Fat+Human.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SUE9c1YhgpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E-5cPvx_wyM/s200/Fat+Human.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278567803830502034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As nice as it was to be pampered without a care in the world, it was hard for me to shake an uneasiness to being waited on hand and foot. Maybe I’m just unaccustomed to the whole experience. It’s not as if the locals were giving off any hostile hints. In fact, they were the most attentive and friendly service people I’d ever experienced. But I kept having flashes of the humans in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wall-E-Three-Disc-Special-Digital-Copy/dp/B001EOQWEO/ref=pd_lpo_k2_dp_k2a_1_img/183-3978945-4125008?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=lpo-top-stripe-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=16GNDFD6HT8802DMSJ40&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=201&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=304485601&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B0017LFKMY"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/a&gt; which were too absorbed in their own recreating to notice anything around them. They were carted around from place to place and any desire was within arms reach. I would wonder if that’s what I was during this vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it was still enjoyable and I wasn’t exactly complaining while sipping down piña coladas on the beach. I work hard and rarely indulge in fancy restaurants. Shouldn’t I be able to live luxuriously on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t help that I was in Cancun, which felt more like an American franchise than an authentic foreign location. Everything seemed tailored to what white people think Mexican culture should be rather than what it probably is in reality. What rare Mexican food I found was atrocious, giving the abysmal New York Mexican joints a run for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nice as it all was, I was surprised to feel so relieved to see the Manhattan skyline again through the airplane window. I’d never considered myself a true New Yorker but now realize that I’m more rooted in this great city than I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course all that good feeling and love towards everything has dissipated almost entirely after a few rides on the crowded F train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5379080152850987910?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5379080152850987910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5379080152850987910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5379080152850987910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5379080152850987910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/12/troubled-in-paradise.html' title='Troubled in paradise'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SUE9ToYKZZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/n9kM-uaZb7Q/s72-c/IMG_8906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-3561984663317684131</id><published>2008-11-20T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:54:13.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Top Five Albums of 2008</title><content type='html'>It’s only November but I’m already seeing Best of 2008 lists popping up, so I’ll contribute with my Top Five Albums of 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire Weekend, [Self-Titled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys lost a bit of their luster for me as the year went on, partly due to their overexposure, but revisiting the album proves that it’s still one of the best releases of the year. Breezy and quirky, they remind me of vintage Weezer. Hopefully VW can avoid becoming a cliché of itself, or at the very least come out with a worthy follow-up. Stand out tracks to me are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oxford Comma&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A-Punk&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One (Blake’s Got a New Face)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XC2mqcMMGQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XC2mqcMMGQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hercules and Love Affair, [Self-Titled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great dance record that was an instant favorite of many of my friends. Heavy nods towards the Eighties, but the album is varied and interesting enough to avoid being too derivative. I’ve found this album will get a party dancing in no time. Best songs are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hercules Theme&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raise Me Up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gMZ4F0YirL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gMZ4F0YirL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dodos, Visiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their heavy handed guitar strumming and percussion caught my attention from the first few seconds I heard this band. Just about every element of this album (the vocals, melodies, lyrics) hits pitch perfect for what I like in this genre of music. My favorite tracks are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red and Purple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undeclared&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vF0_E-qEtL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vF0_E-qEtL4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamie Lidell, Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was blown away by how much this record sounds like a freshly minted Motown LP. But Lidell also infuses many subtle elements to bring his vintage sensibilities up to new levels. Still, I know that I’m just programmed to love this album due to my repeated exposure to the Temptations, Al Green and Otis Redding. The tracks have great grooves that also do well at parties. Best songs are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Bit of Feel Good&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Figured Me Out&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Green Light&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T--j0_yxBaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T--j0_yxBaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fleet Foxes, [Self-Titled]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far my favorite discovery of the year. Lush harmonies and folk stylings haven’t been this gorgeous in decades. I’ve gone on at length about this group already and can’t say enough about how much I love them, so don’t get me started. Simply magnificent. The entire album is amazing (as is their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun Giant&lt;/span&gt; EP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrQRS40OKNE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrQRS40OKNE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll also add my Dud of the Year, which was Beck’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Guilt&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry Beck, I love ya, but this was a big let-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s that for this year. Here’s looking forward to 2009 and much more great music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-3561984663317684131?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/3561984663317684131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=3561984663317684131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/3561984663317684131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/3561984663317684131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-five-albums-of-2008.html' title='Top Five Albums of 2008'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1477069822418762871</id><published>2008-11-19T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:49:51.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Sub-standard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SSQ1QSV6ulI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rSWVlWj3l4s/s1600-h/nyc-subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SSQ1QSV6ulI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rSWVlWj3l4s/s200/nyc-subway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270396017848269394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great. Looks like the MTA is headed for &lt;a href="http://gothamist.com/2008/11/18/mta_may_eliminate_w_train_among_oth.php"&gt;rougher waters&lt;/a&gt;. That means more headaches for Brooklyn commuters like me. It’s not like they were the model of efficiency already. It seems like half the Brooklyn trains are down on the weekends for “maintenance” from which we never see any tangible improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like the G line is going to be massively affected, with it running even less frequently. The rate of trains on that line already sucks and I’ve had many miserable late night/early morning waits on the platform. It’s practically the only access to other areas of Brooklyn for me, and now they’re going to make it that much more inconvenient and obsolete. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re also projecting cutbacks on staff, making me wonder how much worse can it possibly get? Stations seem under staffed as it is, and let’s face it, who is impressed by the cleaning staff already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole organization reeks of mismanagement, with operations hanging by a thread while seemingly hemorrhaging money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and coupled with these cutbacks, we’ll probably see another fare hike in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news to start off the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(image snagged off Williamsburgnerd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1477069822418762871?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1477069822418762871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1477069822418762871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1477069822418762871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1477069822418762871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/sub-standard.html' title='Sub-standard'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SSQ1QSV6ulI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rSWVlWj3l4s/s72-c/nyc-subway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-4863382679226788692</id><published>2008-11-07T17:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:39:25.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Menswhere? : Ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SRTDVyE_niI/AAAAAAAAATU/Nqrex7pyBnk/s1600-h/l_perseus+tan+closeup-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SRTDVyE_niI/AAAAAAAAATU/Nqrex7pyBnk/s320/l_perseus+tan+closeup-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266048643290340898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My line of work doesn’t necessarily require me to wear ties often (or at all) and I normally wouldn’t even consider paying top dollar for a tie... But these ties by &lt;a href="http://www.houseofmanfred.com/shop/index1.html"&gt;Manfred&lt;/a&gt; are smokin’. Of course they’re Aussies with no retailer in NYC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-4863382679226788692?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4863382679226788692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=4863382679226788692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4863382679226788692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4863382679226788692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/menswhere-ties.html' title='Menswhere? : Ties'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SRTDVyE_niI/AAAAAAAAATU/Nqrex7pyBnk/s72-c/l_perseus+tan+closeup-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1933104345601005111</id><published>2008-11-05T11:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:14:31.710-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>YES WE CAN.</title><content type='html'>Wow. It actually happened. A part of me is still in disbelief. But last night was a sweeping, resounding victory for Barack Obama. I mean, President-Elect Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senator McCain gave a classy, dignified concession speech. Too bad he didn’t run his campaign the same way. But in the end, I still consider him a good man and a patriot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Obama’s victory speech. I feel as though it’ll be a speech that will be revered along with some of the great Presidential speeches in our nation’s history. It was powerful and moving. I can admit to feeling a flood of emotion and even a little teary-eyed with continuous calls of “Yes we can”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Barack. Now comes the hard part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/27546437#27546437" frameborder="0" height="339" scrolling="no" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1933104345601005111?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1933104345601005111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1933104345601005111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1933104345601005111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1933104345601005111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='YES WE CAN.'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7989262676208769807</id><published>2008-11-04T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:28:36.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Barack the Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SRDMeSri8eI/AAAAAAAAATM/p9kOndennPY/s1600-h/2243902439_9a248b9b35_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SRDMeSri8eI/AAAAAAAAATM/p9kOndennPY/s400/2243902439_9a248b9b35_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264932785178735074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(snagged from Flickr)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7989262676208769807?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7989262676208769807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7989262676208769807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7989262676208769807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7989262676208769807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/barack-vote.html' title='Barack the Vote!'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SRDMeSri8eI/AAAAAAAAATM/p9kOndennPY/s72-c/2243902439_9a248b9b35_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7493102298912221433</id><published>2008-11-04T07:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:33:32.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>V-Day</title><content type='html'>I'm standing in line right now to vote. It's a historic day and I feel a great sense of honor to be participating in it. Go Obama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7493102298912221433?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7493102298912221433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7493102298912221433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7493102298912221433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7493102298912221433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7256656708468861198</id><published>2008-11-03T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:01:13.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>One more day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQ875oIlqzI/AAAAAAAAATE/WIYDtKtXPgQ/s1600-h/obama081103_1_560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQ875oIlqzI/AAAAAAAAATE/WIYDtKtXPgQ/s400/obama081103_1_560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264492350631422770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big day tomorrow. Big, big day. I hope to all that is good in the world that Obama pulls out with a win. I might have to move to another country otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to look too far ahead of ourselves, but NY Magazine had a &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/politics/51570/"&gt;good article&lt;/a&gt; giving insight at what sort of preparations Obama is going through in order to efficiently and quickly get things moving if he gets into office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I’ve been so focused on the election part that I haven’t thought much about what will happen afterwards. There are a lot of skeptics (ahem, my family) who will be looking for the first chance to point out his inadequacy.  But this article shows that the guy and the people he has around him are organized and thinking strategically. This campaign has been an extremely well-run operation, which I hope is indicative of how his Presidential term will play out. Lord knows there’s a lot to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7256656708468861198?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7256656708468861198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7256656708468861198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7256656708468861198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7256656708468861198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-more-day.html' title='One more day'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQ875oIlqzI/AAAAAAAAATE/WIYDtKtXPgQ/s72-c/obama081103_1_560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-9145937226737148908</id><published>2008-10-31T10:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:18:35.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Menswhere? : Shoes</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/tale-of-how-i-try-not-to-be-naked-and.html"&gt;quest&lt;/a&gt; for new shoes was derailed somewhat by having to hunt down any sort of apparel adorned with animal-print for a themed birthday party and figuring out a Halloween costume. The birthday girl didn’t really think through her theme because I quickly discovered that no one makes any sort of clothing for men that have animal-print patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy friends and I resorted to the Salvation Army sifting through women’s clothing. I ended up buying a women’s silk button-up with a horrible snake-skin pattern for $5. I had to rip off the shoulder pads and even sew two buttons onto it. It was the most ill-fitting thing I’d ever worn. And yes, we all went out in public (Manhattan, no less) and looked like assholes. But it was all in good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQshSggqe2I/AAAAAAAAASs/B4mzeQ0RtEY/s1600-h/ben_sherman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQshSggqe2I/AAAAAAAAASs/B4mzeQ0RtEY/s200/ben_sherman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263337191360854882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back on the hunt for men’s shoes that weren’t bland or ugly, I found some casual shoes at the Ben Sherman store that I thought were decent. The problem was that they were on a store display and the store didn’t actually carry them. I’ve found them online but I’m not one of those people who can buy clothes online. I have to see and feel them and, oh yeah, try them on. So I’m looking for places in the city that sell Ben Sherman stuff, which has been tough. Places that sell the ties and shirts I’ve found but shoes have been scarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQshSuFmkNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/BnZoDs_9P7M/s1600-h/br_venetian.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQshSuFmkNI/AAAAAAAAAS0/BnZoDs_9P7M/s200/br_venetian.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263337195005448402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, I found some slightly more formal shoes at Banana Republic of all places. I vowed to not shop at that place any more since their designs tend to be bland and not ideal for my thin body type. But they usually have high quality materials so I’ll venture in to check on cashmere scarves and whatnot. The image to the left is of the loafers, but I got the laced-version which I think is much better. They’re nothing too flashy but have some nice details that make them wearable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I still rely on my good ol’ Chucks for everyday use. Since I’ve done a fair amount of damage to them, I went and got a new pair of the exact same style. I felt a twinge of resistance to just swap out the shoes. Shouldn’t I move on to something new and break out of my habit? I’m usually all for that mode of thinking, but these are Chucks. I love them so much. And they’re so comfortable. I broke in the new ones this morning and it was strange to see such blinding white and clean black on my feet as I walked to work. I definitely need to put some wear and tear on them, and then they’ll feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQshnFNbfbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/w7e49iVC9J0/s1600-h/IMG_8840re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQshnFNbfbI/AAAAAAAAAS8/w7e49iVC9J0/s400/IMG_8840re.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263337544809676210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-9145937226737148908?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/9145937226737148908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=9145937226737148908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/9145937226737148908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/9145937226737148908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/menswhere.html' title='Menswhere? : Shoes'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQshSggqe2I/AAAAAAAAASs/B4mzeQ0RtEY/s72-c/ben_sherman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-4288465548027689998</id><published>2008-10-24T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:59:04.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Kay Ruane : "Room with a View"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQH-wlzN8DI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ttEqrVjYdIA/s1600-h/twisterleft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQH-wlzN8DI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ttEqrVjYdIA/s400/twisterleft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260765950479560754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a modest yet captivating exhibition at the &lt;a href="http://jenkinsjohnsongallery.com/exhibitions/08ruane/08ruane_main.html"&gt;Jenkins Johnson Gallery&lt;/a&gt; featuring graphite illustrations by Kay Ruane. Titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Room with a View&lt;/span&gt;, the works portray female figures within interior spaces observing scenes out of a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images are all quite well rendered. The folds of skin on the bottoms of feet and hints of veins are impressively observed. Shading and dimension are artfully realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More engrossing than the technical mastery is Ruane’s use of symbolism and juxtaposition. The figures loom large in the compositions as the first subject we see, yet we are distanced by their hidden faces. Features and emotions are all masked from us by their hair. Yet we can easily see faces of subjects in framed photos elsewhere in the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women are always depicted in black and white while other “secondary” subjects such as flowers, jewelry and dresses come to life with vibrant colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior scenes are serene and calm, as are the figures, yet there are catastrophic events happening just outside of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women look out to the world with a seeming longing to escape to or interact with the outside, yet make no noticeable effort to do so. Hallways and stairs appear on the edges of some of the pieces yet are unutilized and even barred by velvet ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruane manages to fill each work with a rich minutiae of symbolic detail that I could stare at and try to decipher for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One detail that was of particular interest to me was the fact that almost all of the women wore wedding bands. Not ornate, glittery, diamond-encrusted rings, but simple, almost featureless bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was once believed that a vital blood vessel connected the “ring finger” of the left hand to the heart. The circular band or ring was a symbol of bounding one’s life-force, and in weddings meaning the pairing of man and wife together. In Ruane’s work, I personally took the rings to relate less to the ideas of matrimony and more to the theme of being bound by something less tangible. The rings where symbolic of the room within the subject was confined to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this sense of imprisonment voluntary or not? Do the women leave the tranquil yet limited room for the open and treacherous world outside? Does the entrapment affect one’s sense of self, turning one into a faceless object? Are the vibrant flowers and glitzy jewelry trade-offs of the sense of freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruane presents the questions and lets the viewer pose their own answers. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room with a View&lt;/span&gt; is on display through November 25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-4288465548027689998?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4288465548027689998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=4288465548027689998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4288465548027689998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4288465548027689998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/kay-ruane-room-with-view.html' title='Kay Ruane : &quot;Room with a View&quot;'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SQH-wlzN8DI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ttEqrVjYdIA/s72-c/twisterleft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2737415700292564706</id><published>2008-10-17T12:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:37:20.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Thierry W. Despont : "Through the Moon Door"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPjNDsCMYlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ghOhUORU4dU/s1600-h/insect66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPjNDsCMYlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ghOhUORU4dU/s320/insect66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258178028198715986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There’s an incredible exhibit at the &lt;a href="http://www.marlboroughgallery.com/chelseaindex.html"&gt;Marlborough Gallery&lt;/a&gt; in Chelsea featuring work by Thierry W. Despont. The show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the Moon Door&lt;/span&gt;, features sculptures out of found materials (mostly rusted, industrial equipment) to form imaginary animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The description makes it sound like those cheesy smiling faces cut out of fruit that people email to each other. Yet what really helps elevate these pieces is the presentation. Hats off to the curator of the show for the beautifully arranged space. Viewers walk into an area reminiscent of the Museum of Natural Science and History. The lighting is dramatic and the figures resemble skeletal samples of mysterious animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist describes the effect of transporting the viewers to a foreign world that feels ancient and tangible thanks to the worn aesthetic of the materials. The creatures are accentuated by the backdrop of giant planetary paintings. I saw these giant spheres as representations of the moon which can be symbolically linked to transformation, as in a full moon and a were-wolf. In this case, the moon is spurring the metamorphosis of familiar objects such as wrenches and lightbulbs into strange animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been fascinated with our ability to interpret and recognize ourselves in other forms. Something in our nature causes us to see ourselves where ever we are. This can be exemplified in the simple smiley emoticon “:)” which contains the least amount of information, two dots and a curved line, and we can easily discern a human face. Even turned sideways, we can still recognize a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the genius of cubism and abstraction. Before the movement, art was to be as anatomically realistic as possible. But pioneers like Picasso realized you could still convey a subject without relying on meticulous recreation. A few squares and circles could make up a face. In more modern times, cartoons and comics show us that the human form can be abstracted and simplified in countless ways. The Simpsons are radically distorted versions of ourselves yet no one has any trouble reading their faces or interpreting their emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found enlightening about Despont’s work is that he has taken our ability to translate the abstraction of forms and use them towards animals. Even though they aren’t humans (or actual animals for that matter) we can see birds, insects and fish. I see eyes, antennae, spines, teeth within these objects and can believe that these could have been living, breathing creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the show and be transported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through the Moon Door&lt;/span&gt; is on display through November 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2737415700292564706?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2737415700292564706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2737415700292564706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2737415700292564706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2737415700292564706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/thierry-w-despont-through-moon-door.html' title='Thierry W. Despont : &quot;Through the Moon Door&quot;'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPjNDsCMYlI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ghOhUORU4dU/s72-c/insect66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-4170914580091363426</id><published>2008-10-16T13:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:32:24.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Chivalry ain’t dead, it’s just been stuck on the F-train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPeGnkIlD_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/DCJ0JiHo30w/s1600-h/32_dating_girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPeGnkIlD_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/DCJ0JiHo30w/s400/32_dating_girl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257819104251023346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday during rush hour, a woman with two toddlers got onto the train and instantly two guys and I got up from our seats for them. When one of the boys got antsy for having to sit across the aisle from his mom, another guy gave up his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see that some guys are still gentlemen even in this jaded, self-centered metropolis. Okay, so most of the time I get to witness men sit there like jerks while women stand around them. Get on your feet, boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These old-fashioned gestures must be a rarity for most New Yorkers because when I hold doors open for women, they usually look shocked. Or they ignore me with suspicious looks on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have been giving me a bad rap. No wonder most girls look like they’re ready to pepper spray me when I make eye contact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-4170914580091363426?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4170914580091363426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=4170914580091363426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4170914580091363426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4170914580091363426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/chivalry-aint-dead-its-just-been-stuck.html' title='Chivalry ain’t dead, it’s just been stuck on the F-train'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPeGnkIlD_I/AAAAAAAAAOw/DCJ0JiHo30w/s72-c/32_dating_girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-2972365786466242308</id><published>2008-10-15T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:26:33.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Jamie Lidell at Highline Ballroom, 10/14/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPY1aeurjBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Z1wFFx7-eow/s1600-h/IMG_8826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPY1aeurjBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Z1wFFx7-eow/s400/IMG_8826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257448344043359250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is more like it. Jamie Lidell at the Highline Ballroom was a good recovery after a disappointing Beck concert. In a much smaller venue and lower overall production, it’s how I would imagine an early years Beck show to have looked like. The entire band was high energy, having a blast and visibly enjoyed playing with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard a Lidell song, I thought it might have been off of some unearthed Motown era record. But no, it’s actually by some white, British dude. It’s amazing to hear touches of Al Green and Otis Redding in his performances. As a live experience, I was glad to find that these weren’t just studio effects. The guy definitely has the vocals and talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprising element was to hear Jamie launch into some beat-boxing and looping, adding a new dimension to his songs. It would be good to have more of this aspect in his albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was an entertaining show that left me more impressed with Lidell’s musical abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPY1ZoitgII/AAAAAAAAAOY/IZ6zNJoNPms/s1600-h/IMG_8682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPY1ZoitgII/AAAAAAAAAOY/IZ6zNJoNPms/s400/IMG_8682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257448329497641090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPY1Z0bA0nI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XYlMlMLdD3c/s1600-h/IMG_8765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPY1Z0bA0nI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XYlMlMLdD3c/s400/IMG_8765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257448332686578290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-2972365786466242308?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/2972365786466242308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=2972365786466242308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2972365786466242308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/2972365786466242308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/jamie-lidell-at-highline-ballroom.html' title='Jamie Lidell at Highline Ballroom, 10/14/08'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SPY1aeurjBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Z1wFFx7-eow/s72-c/IMG_8826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5707092276990526481</id><published>2008-10-10T14:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:52:03.206-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Beck at United Palace, 10/09/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SO-v4ZLuH7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/p_qyS7Tlkis/s1600-h/IMG_8672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SO-v4ZLuH7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/p_qyS7Tlkis/s400/IMG_8672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255612673532239794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SO-v5FfCuWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pMKdfG-L3n4/s1600-h/IMG_8642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SO-v5FfCuWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pMKdfG-L3n4/s400/IMG_8642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255612685424441698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beck had been on of the few major artists left on my “must-see” list that I hadn’t seen live. So when the opportunity finally came, I jumped at the tickets. Yet for some reason I found myself lackluster about the event as it came near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attribute it to a mixture of being preoccupied with so many other things as well as my lukewarm opinion of his latest release, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Guilt&lt;/span&gt;. I’d followed every one of his albums with anticipation since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Odelay&lt;/span&gt; and found Beck to be a reliable source of great music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Guilt&lt;/span&gt;. The whole album lacked the spirited inventiveness and heartfelt enthusiasm normally found in his work. This collection of songs seemed like he was going through the motions. Outside of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul of a Man&lt;/span&gt;, which proved that Beck can still effortlessly pull together a blues song, the album sounded generic and bland. And at just around 30 minutes, it felt as though he was just as bored with the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even his summer single release, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Bomb&lt;/span&gt;, showed signs that the guy might be tired. At first listen, it sounds like a fun, light-hearted romp. But when dissected, I find that it’s composed of some of the least imaginative efforts I’ve heard from him. The lyrics are mainly comprised of bits like “we got a time bomb” and “tick tick tick” and “we got a warning light”. Have Beck’s lyrics ever been this straightforward and dull?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His malaise seemed to also affect last night’s performance. The whole night seemed like an exercise of running on auto-pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll briefly mention that the opening act, MGMT were very disappointing. While I consider their album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oracular Spectacular&lt;/span&gt; to be quite a good record, I had heard several accounts that their live show was a letdown. Those criticisms rang true with me. This was just not an act that translated well live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once MGMT wrapped up, Beck’s set actually started somewhat early, around 9:20. It was a surprising change of pace from the usually long lag times between sets. Yet, that promptness seemed more due to Beck wanting to get it over with rather than of any enthusiasm to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the concert wouldn’t live up to the previous tour’s much discussed marionette act, but figured it was Beck so it would be a fun show. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band raced through every song with straightforward renditions. One song would scarcely be finished before the drummer would tick off the beat for the next one. Usually during a show, you’ll hear audience members yell out requests for songs, but in this concert there wasn’t even enough of a gap between songs for anyone to get a word in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, my first revelation to Beck was his live performance of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Pollution&lt;/span&gt; at the 1997 MTV Awards. I had only seen the Loser era images of him and was surprised to see a clean-cut, gray suit wearing guy who was dancing his ass off. I immediately realized that this guy was a true performer and not a flash-in-the-pan gimmick as many had written him off as. He was vibrant, entertaining and magnetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the guy I expected to see. Yet throughout the night, Beck was disappointingly stoic and stationary. Even when the band shed their instruments to stand in front of the crowd to play on mini synthesizers, Beck sang with his hands in his pockets or with his arms crossed. It all signified that he wanted this all to be over as soon as possible. And I had started to feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, 45 minutes into the show he acknowledged the audience and played a duo of slow songs from the glorious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sea Change&lt;/span&gt;, which was the best part of the night. I wished that I was able to catch him do an entire set of songs from that album in a more intimate setting. I think he and I would’ve preferred that scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictably, it wasn’t a long show. Almost exactly an hour plus the obligatory encore. I give the audience credit for being excited throughout the whole night. But I for one expect more from Beck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t blame the guy if he’s feeling a bit burned out. He’s been able to churn out great album after great album on a consistent basis for years. But Beck, if you need a break to recharge, please take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not ready to write him off yet (unlike Weezer) because his prior records, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Information&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guero&lt;/span&gt; were each brilliant and showed a steady upward progression for Beck. Maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Guilt&lt;/span&gt; is a slight misstep and anomaly. Here’s hoping. If so, I’d be willing to see him again in concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum: I wasn’t able to find the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Pollution&lt;/span&gt; performance online so this other one will have to do as a demonstration of Beck’s past awesomeness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/smUMOm6-P2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/smUMOm6-P2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5707092276990526481?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5707092276990526481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5707092276990526481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5707092276990526481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5707092276990526481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/beck-at-united-palace-100908.html' title='Beck at United Palace, 10/09/08'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SO-v4ZLuH7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/p_qyS7Tlkis/s72-c/IMG_8672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-6703421233907780013</id><published>2008-10-08T15:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:28:21.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Money talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SO0XqX4yi-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/2GturI98YgU/s1600-h/RBP9011682_P.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SO0XqX4yi-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/2GturI98YgU/s200/RBP9011682_P.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254882356945390562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Continuing in the vein of the last post’s fact finding mission, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This American Life&lt;/span&gt; has broadcasted a few episodes that focus on the financial crisis that we’re currently experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than giant, red numbers on the front pages, it’s hard to tell what exactly is going on and what the ramifications are to those of us outside of Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=355"&gt;first&lt;/a&gt; episode was broadcasted before the crash of several banking institutions and delves into the mortgage crisis earlier this year. The &lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?episode=365"&gt;second&lt;/a&gt; episode takes into account all of the recent events and attempts to illustrate the full story of why these stock giants are falling like dominos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What these narratives do very well is connect all of the dots in ways that normally aren’t revealed on today’s mania-driven news channels. It becomes easy to see why things happened the way they did, but it also leads you to feel frustrated and outraged at the unabashed recklessness of these people’s greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a lot angrier about this $700 billion bail-out since we’re essentially saving the asses of people who were keenly aware of the risks and fragility of their actions but were blinded by dollar signs. It doesn’t help that I’m reading stories about AIG’s executives partaking in a &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/10/08/politicians.meltdown.aig.ap/index.html?iref=newssearch"&gt;luxury retreat&lt;/a&gt; after being rescued by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama’s proposals to instill more regulations resonate more with me now that I’ve seen what people do when left on their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-6703421233907780013?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6703421233907780013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=6703421233907780013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6703421233907780013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6703421233907780013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/money-talks.html' title='Money talks'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SO0XqX4yi-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/2GturI98YgU/s72-c/RBP9011682_P.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1315569745601060763</id><published>2008-10-03T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:55:16.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Health hath no fury...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SOZAUaEdAAI/AAAAAAAAANo/A7tsV9bj-sM/s1600-h/200256898-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SOZAUaEdAAI/AAAAAAAAANo/A7tsV9bj-sM/s320/200256898-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252956734713823234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although largely pushed aside due to other pressing matters such as the war and the crumbling economy, health care is a perennial topic in election debates. The merits and pitfalls of universal health care and government involvement is dissected in the latest &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6263392"&gt;Intelligence Squared&lt;/a&gt; session by NPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The format of the show is an Oxford-style debate between a panel of experts in the particular field who debate on the pros and cons of the subject. It’s a good way to absorb a lot of information from different sources. While there is a plethora of stat-spewing, the panelists do a good job of sifting through the numbers to define the meaning behind the research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire broadcast is available as a &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=94812584"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt;. While not the most uplifting thing to listen to on the subway commute, it’s certainly enlightening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1315569745601060763?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1315569745601060763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1315569745601060763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1315569745601060763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1315569745601060763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/health-hath-no-fury.html' title='Health hath no fury...'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SOZAUaEdAAI/AAAAAAAAANo/A7tsV9bj-sM/s72-c/200256898-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1648563748914001603</id><published>2008-10-02T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:41:55.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Wailin’ on Palin</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the VP debate, and while I was initially salivating at the prospect of Biden tearing Palin apart, I now have a lot of apprehension. Biden’s job is going to be tougher than many expect. History of gaffes aside, he has to tread carefully lest he gets labeled as a sexist and garners sympathy for Palin, of whom people have such low expectations that it’ll be considered a victory if she just manages to string a few sentences together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which may be a challenge for her. Palin couldn’t even answer &lt;a href="http://gawker.com/5057211/palin-reads-all-magazines-and-newspapers"&gt;Katie Couric’s request&lt;/a&gt; to name one newspaper or publication that she reads to keep up with current affairs. All week, I’ve been sending links around of the cringe-worthy Couric interviews where she rivals Bush for sound-bite worthy idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been so vocal against Palin that a friend commented that I must “really hate the bitch”. I don’t actually. She has different views from me, and I couldn’t care less. It’s more that I feel offended by the Republican party’s assumption on our collective intelligence. THIS is what they chose to put in front of us and say she’s good enough to lead us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve realized that even I have been caught up in the circus that the Palin nomination has created. After seeing how many newspaper headlines have been swallowed up by Palin, is it outside the realm of possibility to consider that this was a calculated move by McCain in order to divert our attention from the relevant issues? Dare I give the seemingly bumbling, self-destructive campaign that much credit? Biden’s given over 100 interviews since his nomination and we don’t hear jack about him. I get more email links of Palin’s beauty pageant videos than any concerning economic policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this tactic was calculated (and marverick-y?), it’s equally a dangerous and baffling one. I doubt that the McCain group did this all on purpose though. The &lt;a href="http://gawker.com/5054523/worst-of-sarah-palins-katie-couric-interview-so-far"&gt;bungling interviews&lt;/a&gt; are the biggest indicator that none of this was part of any overall strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are the possible scenarios here? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; They didn’t put any thought into Palin, but she’s a woman which would get the Hillary votes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt; They knew what an idiot she was but knew that the media and population would be so diverted by insignificant details like pregnant daughters that they could slip into the White House without exposing political inadequacies. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt; They actually think that she’s a qualified, viable candidate to be a heartbeat away from the Commander in Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those likelihoods leave me feeling insulted. Come on, America! I’m begging you to pull your head out of your asses! Look past the lipstick!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-1648563748914001603?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/1648563748914001603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=1648563748914001603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1648563748914001603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/1648563748914001603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/10/wailin-on-palin.html' title='Wailin’ on Palin'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-6825804297403151626</id><published>2008-09-19T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:29:04.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>The tale of how I try not to be naked (and attempt to look good doing it)</title><content type='html'>This blog has been my forum to cover a wide scope of interests, mainly music, art, politics and random ranting. But one aspect that I’ve inadvertently avoided is fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are countless sites, blogs, and telephone book sized magazines on the subject, though I’ve noticed that there are not so many for men. And even less for men with my tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few years, my interest and awareness towards what I wear has grown considerably. Today is a far cry from my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who-the-fuck-cares-about-fashion&lt;/span&gt; t-shirt and jeans days in high school. Okay, I still wear t-shirts and jeans, but I pay more attention to the quality and fit of those items, which makes a significant difference. Deciding what to wear used to be such an inconvenience for me so I stayed with the basics. Nowadays I’m feeling more adventurous and confident in a personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside for me is that men’s fashion just doesn’t seem to have the variety and resources of women’s wear. In my opinion, there’s virtually no middle ground between the cheap crap at Old Navy and the unobtainable awesomeness of designer wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll flip through a men’s magazine and review their fashion sections. Yeah, these guys all look great in their suits but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.&lt;/span&gt; I don’t really want to be wearing suits everyday no matter how pimping and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt; even the pocket squares shown are in the $100s and I can barely afford rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is an attempt to use the awesome power of my blog to help me pool my knowledge and findings into some focused strategy, not unlike how I use it to formulate coherent opinions on music and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I’m still a fledgling trying to develop a fashion sense, it’ll be baby steps along the way. I’ll try to avoid the really obvious stuff that all men should know right off the bat, such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always wear a watch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earrings – terrible, terrible idea unless you're a pirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never, ever, EVER pop your collar up (it’s a fad that you’ll someday regret even considering, like painted fingernails)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to tie a tie properly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shaving can be an enjoyable ritual (too bad what I have can barely be classified as facial hair)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most pressing goal for now is to find some decent shoes. I have very particular tastes and have been looking for at least a year now. I need something versatile, semi-formal but mainly casual. I hate tips that are too pointy or too boxy.  I know, I’m picky. Probably why I fall back on my Chuck Taylors so often. They go with just about everything, short of a tuxedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned not to settle for anything less than what you love. I’m not opposed to paying higher prices because I want quality pieces that won’t disintegrate after a wash (looking in your direction, Old Navy). And I’ve also learned that the accoutrements make the outfit. Cheap belts, watches or (especially) shoes can render an otherwise badass outfit into a total failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I’ll just start off my compilation of basic knowledge with an article from GQ on how to properly roll up sleeves. I hate seeing guys who literally roll their sleeves until they look like they have giant bagels around their elbows. “Rolling” is a bad term since you’re really folding up the sleeves. Look at clothing store displays to see how it’s done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SMnpbxD9HcI/AAAAAAAAANY/i2ybX_SAE4Q/s1600-h/sleeves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SMnpbxD9HcI/AAAAAAAAANY/i2ybX_SAE4Q/s400/sleeves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244979904285318594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-6825804297403151626?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6825804297403151626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=6825804297403151626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6825804297403151626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6825804297403151626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/tale-of-how-i-try-not-to-be-naked-and.html' title='The tale of how I try not to be naked (and attempt to look good doing it)'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SMnpbxD9HcI/AAAAAAAAANY/i2ybX_SAE4Q/s72-c/sleeves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-7389221277072143279</id><published>2008-09-12T15:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:31:16.997-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Family Feud (Election ‘08 edition)</title><content type='html'>This upcoming Presidential election is definitely one for the history books. Case in point, I sent an email out to my family to make sure everyone’s safe from the imminent hurricane off the coast of Texas and it quickly turns into a political debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a good look into opposing views, which I have had a hard time gauging in New York. I’m presenting the entire email chain here, not to ridicule anyone or push one candidate over the other, but to offer a glimpse into what’s driving some people to make their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To protect my family's anonymity, I replaced everyone’s name with characters from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt;. The names are randomly selected so don’t try to read into any meaning behind why I picked who. (I’m Toby, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Toby&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 9:04 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Everyone safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just wanted to know if everyone is out of harm’s way, especially any family members in Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a glimpse at who could be our VP... (it’s pronounced “nu-cle-ar” not “nu-cu-lar”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gawker.com/5048884/worst-of-sarah-palins-first-interview"&gt;http://gawker.com/5048884/worst-of-sarah-palins-first-interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2008 9:31 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis called Jan and she said that Michael doesn’t want to evacuate because he still have some business meeting at TI. I really don’t get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you not a Palin supporter?? did you hear her said Nu-cu-lar? I can’t really tell. may it is just an Alaskan’s accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 9:44 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Dwight isn’t evacuating either. What the heck? It’s a freaking hurricane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incorrect&lt;/span&gt; is a regional accent of Alaska. Ok, I’m picking on Palin, but I’m more concerned about her not even knowing what the Bush Doctrine is. I think a potential Vice President (and possible President if McCain kicks the bucket) should be a bit more informed on current political policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Oscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 9:45 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Obama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2008 10:01 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!! what does Obama know??? Everybody can said “CHANGE” Even Andy and Ryan when they were 2 yrs old and got a dirty diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 10:31 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analyzing “change” as per specific policy topics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/ci_10398518"&gt;http://www.sltrib.com/ci_10398518&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Change” as per Obama’s overall political ideology:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runningforamerica.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-does-obama-mean-by-change.html"&gt;http://runningforamerica.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-does-obama-mean-by-change.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing Obama and McCain’s stances on each issue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/issues/"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/ELECTION/2008/issues/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama’s DNC speech transcript:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.demconvention.com/barack-obama/"&gt;http://www.demconvention.com/barack-obama/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re inclined to find out really indepth (I let Jim borrow this, ask him if you want his take):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Audacity-Hope-Thoughts-Reclaiming-American/dp/0307455874/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221231830&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Audacity-Hope-Thoughts-Reclaiming-American/dp/0307455874/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221231830&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stood out in Obama’s speech for me in particular was his proposal for us to become totally 100% independent from the Middle East in 10 years. That’s a bold, ambitious, TANGIBLE stance he just made. But it’s similar to JFK’s goal to land on the moon before the end of the decade in the 60’s. It seemed impossible at the time, but he set the bar and sometimes you need a definitive deadline to propel you to achieve something. And Obama’s plan doesn’t include raping the natural wildlife refuge in Alaska for a 9 month supply of oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil and energy have been dictating our foreign policy for way too long. It’s a main cause for why the entire Middle East hates us, why we have to succumb to whatever Saudi Arabia wants, why automakers can’t put out a completely gas-independent vehicle. Even though GM successfully created a viable, economic, 100% electric car YEARS AGO. ( &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Who-Killed-Electric-Martin-Sheen/dp/B000I5Y8FU/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1221233081&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/Who-Killed-Electric-Martin-Sheen/dp/B000I5Y8FU/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1221233081&amp;amp;sr=8-1&lt;/a&gt; – watch and be appalled.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, each politician will spew out rhetoric and every news agency will be slanted. Look at both sides and judge for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Toby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2008 11:22 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama is wishy washy on several issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strategic Petroleum Reserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would suspend buying oil for the Strategic Petroleum Reserve. Said during an August 4, 2008, speech that the U.S. should sell 70 million barrels of oil from the reserve for less expensive crude oil. Earlier this year, Obama said he did not think the country should use the strategic oil reserves “at this point.” He said on July 7: “I have said and, in fact, supported a congressional resolution that said we should suspend putting more oil into the strategic oil reserve, but the strategic oil reserve I think has to be reserved for a genuine emergency.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Offshore drilling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Previously was against lifting federal government restrictions on offshore drilling, but appeared to modify his position in an August 1 statement that supported a bipartisan legislative effort that would expand offshore oil drilling. Part of the statement read: “I remain skeptical that new offshore drilling will bring down gas prices in the short-term or significantly reduce our oil dependence in the long-term, though I do welcome the establishment of a process that will allow us to make future drilling decisions based on science and fact.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot of big empty promises that sounded good but I think will NEVER materialize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 11:51 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No denying that Obama has shifted his stance on issues, but McCain’s no saint on flip-flopping either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecarpetbaggerreport.com/flipflops"&gt;http://www.thecarpetbaggerreport.com/flipflops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot calling the kettle black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s partly the nature of politicians to shift their views, whether it’s for good reasons (like having new insight or information that they previously didn’t) or for less virtuous reasons like to appease fickle voters and constituents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strong, decisive leader is great, but it’d also be nice to have someone who could rectify a mistake instead of plowing ahead without acknowledging that he/she was wrong (a la Bush and WMDs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley, sounds like you’re pretty much pro-McCain, which I’m fine with if you’re informed and making a decision on what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone of us should vote. Just please don’t vote based on superficial issues like b/c Obama’s black, Palin’s a woman or McCain’s a vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally am willing to take a chance on “change” in a spirit of optimism that hasn’t been portrayed in politics in so very long. I’m not saying that Obama couldn’t be a spectacular disaster. But after what we’ve had with Bush, I’m willing to take a gamble. Maybe it’s because I’m younger and don’t have a family to support; I can be a bit more reckless with my views. But this country was not born out of “playing it safe”. Men like Abraham Lincoln, Ted Roosevelt, JFK would’ve never had a chance in the White House if people didn’t have hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Creed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 11:51 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe this Great Country is run by a bunch of IDIOTS, not PATRIOTS they say anything to get your votes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 11:51 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan told Pam last night that they were going to ride out the storm. If you ask me, it’s too big a risk to take (Katrina was a good lesson).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my political view, my military background might be bias but I am pro-McCain (Toby and I already had lengthy discussion about our candidates. I told Toby that Obama is an excellent speaker but he has not really done anything that shows he’s ready for the job. The economy has up and down cycles, so my real concern is terrorism which can turn this country up side down. I don’t think Obama is up to the task. Sarah Palin brings a breath of fresh air to the good-old-boy, business-as-usual Washington. She said in her interview energy independent will make our country safer and more prosperous; I couldn’t agree more. That said, vote for what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;May the best team win in November. Good to the see the enthusiasm about the future of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have a nice weekend and check on Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2008 2:34 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t see how a person without much experience in the political scene can do what he said he going to do. Does he realized that what he said in the White House if he get elected won’t be the final words? Again, What have Obama done to prove that he can lead this country? If you said that he has aides or advisors than all he is is a puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because Bush is a screw-up doesn’t make McCain one and Obama is playing that card to get more votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain has more grit than Bush will ever dream of having any at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you said, vote for who you think is best for the country...do your research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 2:09 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If McCain has such a lack of faith in politicians who lack experience, he shouldn’t have nominated Palin as a running mate. There’s no proof that McCain would be any more effective in pushing his agendas through the legislature any more than Obama. Abraham Lincoln took office with roughly the same amount of “experience” as Obama and he fared pretty well under arguably more dire circumstances. Not trying to directly compare Obama to Lincoln, just trying to illustrate that we really don’t know how anyone will deal with the immense pressures of such a strenuous job like the Commander in Chief. McCain could also fold under the burden. I can’t predict that for sure, no one can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for advisors, where are the accusations that Obama would become a puppet to them? Again, I’ll reference Lincoln, because he’s a hero of mine and I’ve done a fair amount of reading on him. Lincoln’s cabinet was comprised of more experienced, more popular, more educated politicians who each believed that they could eventually mold him to their own agendas. What happened was they ended up respecting Lincoln and working towards the same, unselfish goal of preserving the country. If you were in a leadership position, wouldn’t you seek out the most intelligent, qualified people to advise you? Or would you appoint yes-men who’s only job is to smile and nod at whatever you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biden was a shrewd move for Obama because Biden is a seasoned senator who HEADS the Foreign Relations Committee and shores up areas that are perceived weaknesses in Obamas resume. Palin offers nothing in experience and her views mirror McCain’s own, thus offering nothing to round out his administration’s ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Creed is right that they’ll say ridiculous things and slander the opponents (short of accusing the other of eating babies) in order to get in office. They’ve laid out many lofty ideas, and there’s no realistic way they could achieve all of them. But those ideas are a starting place, and my views align more closely with Obama’s, particularly an aggressive reform on our energy policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never made a direct correlation of McCain to Bush. I don’t think it’s a valid argument. I agree McCain has more grit than Bush. I was just referencing GW to illustrate that someone should be able to adjust their stance on an issue as circumstances develop and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good soldier doesn’t necessarily equate to a good president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2008 3:47 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things work differently in Lincoln’s time than now plus Lincoln has strong characteristic and less material gain influences than Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed that you would want to have the best people around you but you must also be able to stand on your own like Lincoln did. I don’t think Obama has it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biden was one of Obama’s critic and now he is his running mate? Bringing him on board is like paying him off, looks like the same old Washington way rather than “change”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been fun but I am running out of things to write and probably doesn’t make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Toby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Friday, September 12, 2008 3:03 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree, I only started this email to make sure everyone’s safe from the wraith of mother nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say that saying that Obama “paying Biden off” with the VP nomination is ridiculous. All through U.S. history presidential nominees pick someone in their party to run with. Primaries pit people on the same team against each other to determine the best (kind of like Gladiator). The people vying for the nomination would ideally be the cream of the crop in your party so of course your candidates are most likely from that pool of competitors. Picking Hillary would’ve seemed like paying her off. When a winner emerges, you bury the hatchet and pool together for the greater good. Hopefully that’ll happen when we pick a president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if McCain had crossed party lines to pick Hillary, THAT would’ve been change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From: Stanley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2008 4:10 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: Everyone safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just want to get the last word in. I read Obama bio in Wikipedia and it sounded very impressive but he probably paid someone to write it...JK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SMrWhB9cqwI/AAAAAAAAANg/9n0Kc6BdCrM/s1600-h/225px-TheOffice%28US%292-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SMrWhB9cqwI/AAAAAAAAANg/9n0Kc6BdCrM/s400/225px-TheOffice%28US%292-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240578976557826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-7389221277072143279?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/7389221277072143279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=7389221277072143279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7389221277072143279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/7389221277072143279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/family-feud-election-08-edition.html' title='Family Feud (Election ‘08 edition)'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SMrWhB9cqwI/AAAAAAAAANg/9n0Kc6BdCrM/s72-c/225px-TheOffice%28US%292-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-6905670418383107967</id><published>2008-09-09T10:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:59:28.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Back to the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SMaUreb855I/AAAAAAAAANQ/VKbkWeZt13Q/s1600-h/ted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SMaUreb855I/AAAAAAAAANQ/VKbkWeZt13Q/s200/ted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244042290745108370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just Netflixed a wonderful documentary, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Future-We-Will-Create-Inside/dp/B000UP883Q/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1220972198&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Future We Will Create&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, about an annual event called &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt; which gathers together some of the world’s smartest and most innovative minds to share their ideas and inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Predictably, some of it traverses into the realm of techno-geeky such as information graphics and user interfaces (interestingly showcasing the touch-technology that would become famous in the iPhone and Surface).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what became really inspiring was how the convention selects three participants to pitch a “wish” and then see if everyone can come together to make those wishes a reality. It was impressive to see how every wish was an unselfish act of humanitarianism, which was the driving force behind this gathering. Every person highlighted was trying to make the world a better place, from Al Gore’s global warming agenda to Larry Brilliant’s goal to create a worldwide infrastructure to prevent and contain outbreaks of illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, we are all inundated with such bleak, negative imagery such as war, terrorism, corruption (political and corporate), celebrity gossip, etc. that is was so nice to catch a glimpse of optimism and unabashed virtue. TED is an amazing forum for the world’s brightest to gather, trade ideas, collaborate to try to cure illnesses, educate the masses, house the poor, and generally make our lives better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, it was humbling to see such great minds on display. I’d always done well in science and math but I realized that I was not a scientist by nature. I may not be working to cure cancer, but it’d be nice to find a way to steer my career into something more beneficial to people. I’m certainly not daft enough to think that my photography or designs or whatever will save the world, so I’ll have to think of other ways to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I can take some solace in the fact that I’m doing my best to not make the world worse off. Since I don’t drive a car, don’t use plastic bags, recycle, and barely use my A/C, I’m curious as to what my actual carbon footprint is these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-6905670418383107967?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6905670418383107967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=6905670418383107967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6905670418383107967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6905670418383107967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-future.html' title='Back to the Future'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SMaUreb855I/AAAAAAAAANQ/VKbkWeZt13Q/s72-c/ted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-6988698511786693898</id><published>2008-09-03T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:10:10.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Eighties (were Great-ies??!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=94194815"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Songs Considered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has a great &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/rss/podcast/podcast_detail.php?siteId=4819413&amp;amp;ps=mpm"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt; featuring a roundtable discussion on the merits of the 80s music. Granted none of the participants are fervent lovers of that era so the critique is a bit skewed. Nonetheless, they try to be unbiased in their exploration of where the 80s sits in the spectrum of validity and relevance. Okay, there is quite a bit of synth-music bashing, but who couldn’t lament all that fake drumming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a particularly interesting conversation for me to hear because I find myself listening to and enjoying 80s music more than ever. I’d always noted how I loved every decade for their music except the 80s. I grew up with oldies in the house and in the car so those decades feel engrained in my DNA. My affinity for 90s is due to that being the time of my own musical awakening and discovering what I personally enjoyed. Grunge and Nirvana exposed the ridiculousness of 80s hair band rock. The music of Pearl Jam and Rage Against the Machine seemed to come from something much more genuine and earnest than the cheesy synth-pop of the decade before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until recently, I’d written off the 80s as a musical void. So this podcast seems appropriate because of the current revival of 80s style in music and fashion. Lately, I’ve been surrounded by friends who are genuine fans of that music. And 80s songs just seem born for karaoke (which has been the main way I’ve learned of these songs). I’ll admit that this has allowed some 80s music into my playlists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the 80s weren’t a complete dead end for me. I grew up as a fan of Michael Jackson, although I’d abandoned his music for a decade or two, and recently rediscovered how great his early solo albums are. Madonna is someone who never really resonated with me before, probably because I’m a guy, but I now listen to her early songs with new respect and enjoyment. And it may be ridiculously strange, but I love the song “She Blinded Me with Science”. (Who can’t love a song where the word “Science” is randomly yelled out in the background?) Listening to an all-80s webcast station has reawakened my affinity for a lot of long-forgotten songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see many parallels with the culture of the 80s music and what’s going on today, which makes me wonder how this decade will be viewed historically. Although with so many genres of music getting exposure these days, it’s hard to think how they can all be summed up succinctly. I can easily imagine descriptors for the previous decades, although the 90s show evidence of the fracturing of overarching themes. The first half of the 90s were pretty much dominated by Grunge/Alternative music but the second half seemed to splinter off into metal-rap, boy bands and Britney. These days seem much more difficult to categorize, probably due to the spread of viral blogging and mySpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I’m not sure how long my newfound pleasure of the 80s will last. The podcast commentators make some interesting observations which I think are applicable to me. While the music in during that time seemed cringe-inducing, there’s a sense of nostalgia that comes along with it as well. It’s easier for me to enjoy this music now because it can be viewed in respect to the wider scope of music. I can hear the synthesizers and the cheesiness without groaning. It’s an interesting trip, but I don’t think it’ll ever feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FbknGnZXHUk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FbknGnZXHUk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-6988698511786693898?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/6988698511786693898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=6988698511786693898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6988698511786693898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/6988698511786693898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/09/eighties-were-great-ies.html' title='The Eighties (were Great-ies??!)'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5746708009729328899</id><published>2008-08-29T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:14:36.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Um... McCain... WTF?</title><content type='html'>When I learned of McCain’s morning announcement of Palin as his running mate, I thought it was a pretty shrewd move to undercut some of the attention and support garnered on the Democrats’ side. Then I read up on her qualifications (or lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what the fuck is McCain thinking? What are the possible benefits of putting Palin on the GOP ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A first time governor of Alaska with no foreign policy experience is not someone I want next in line for the role of Leader of the Free World, when that role would be occupied by a 72 year old with a history of cancer issues. In addition, her short tenure has already run into controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So depth of experience wasn’t a selling factor, what about ideology? A pro-life, pro-drilling for oil in the Alaskan Wildlife Refuge (did I mention she’s governor of Alaska?), lifetime member of the NRA sounds right up the GOP’s alley. Except McCain was actually against the oil drilling. Unlike Biden, who helps round out the thin area’s of Obama’s resume, McCain picked someone that really contributes nothing to expanding his base. If anything, I could see Palin turning off many of the ultra-conservative voters who were probably in McCain’s favor to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves us with the most regrettable possibility: McCain picked Palin because she’s a woman. My initial reaction to the announcement was that he was vying for Hillary supporters. That was until I read past the headlines. How could any dedicated Hillary voter not look at this action as an insult? If this was in fact McCain’s strategy, then it is disturbingly shortsighted and off-target. A woman VP might initially seem like a good step towards gender equality, but a woefully unqualified one could do more harm than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he wanted a woman to garner votes, then why not Kay Bailey Hutchinson, a Republican who has exponentially more respect and experience than Palin? The fact that he didn’t leaves me to think that he wanted not a viable running mate who happened to be female, but a female running mate who wouldn’t threaten his position of superiority. If that’s the case, then every intelligent, self-respecting American (man or woman) should be appalled that John McCain is even anywhere near Oval Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t even begin to imagine what the VP debate is going to look like. How is she going to stack up against Biden? The seasoned Senator (who is chairman of the FOREIGN RELATIONS COMMITTEE) is going to eat her alive. Despite my Democratic leanings, I find myself actually scared for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a sexist, anti-feminist for wondering whether or not this action is a sick joke? Palin’s gender isn’t even the problem for me. Anyone who is a stone’s throw away from the Presidency needs to be scrutinized for his or her qualifications. It’s never been an issue for me whether that person is a man or a woman, or black or white. But Senator, I have a sense that is very much an issue for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5746708009729328899?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5746708009729328899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5746708009729328899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5746708009729328899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5746708009729328899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-mccain-wtf.html' title='Um... McCain... WTF?'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-8909709782940677652</id><published>2008-08-15T09:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T11:31:08.295-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>People are smart</title><content type='html'>Although instances such as Reality TV, the proliferation of people who talk like valley girls, and the Republican party cause me to fear the downfall of civilization, there are a few glimmers of ingenuity that truly impress me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/rss/podcast/podcast_directory.php"&gt;NPR podcast&lt;/a&gt; was one such moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story explores how a programmer who helped develop a common security measure for the web found a way to utilize it for an unexpected and beneficial &lt;a href="http://recaptcha.net/learnmore.html"&gt;secondary purpose&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SKWOv3h9qVI/AAAAAAAAANA/HG7KggeOSbI/s1600-h/example200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SKWOv3h9qVI/AAAAAAAAANA/HG7KggeOSbI/s400/example200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234747094899468626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you’ve purchased concert tickets on the web (something I’ve done way too often) you’ll be familiar with the Word Verification System that requires you to type in a word that is displayed in order to prove that you’re not some inhuman, malicious ticket-hoarding program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The programmer realized that the words being identified could be from scanned books set to be digitized but were too badly distorted or degraded for OCR programs to decipher. Thus allowing people like me to contribute to the collective knowledge of the internets albeit unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m basically paraphrasing the article so go &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=93605988"&gt;read for yourself&lt;/a&gt; and be impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-8909709782940677652?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/8909709782940677652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=8909709782940677652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8909709782940677652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/8909709782940677652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-are-smart.html' title='People are smart'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SKWOv3h9qVI/AAAAAAAAANA/HG7KggeOSbI/s72-c/example200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-826009538503450869</id><published>2008-08-10T13:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:11:47.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Radiohead at All Points West Festival, 08/08/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8xp2ISBMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SmAMBCuIQn4/s1600-h/IMG_8069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8xp2ISBMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SmAMBCuIQn4/s400/IMG_8069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232955887002453186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I endure a lot to see Radiohead. I wasn’t exactly excited to find out that my first chance in the past five years to see them was going to be at the &lt;a href="http://www.apwfestival.com/"&gt;All Points West Music Festival&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three consecutive years of &lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-music-good-friends-good-times.html"&gt;Austin City Limits&lt;/a&gt;, I discovered I had quickly outgrown the festival scene. This Friday was a refresher on why. Waiting an hour to get ferried to the site and into the park, getting rained on, then exposed to the baking sun, staking out a decent spot 4 hours in advance, having to stand in that spot (without being able to hit a bathroom) for another 3 hours, surrounded by douchebags, being pushed around by people trying to force their way into the front at the last minute, and then spending another 2 hours making my way back home, is all-in-all way too much to go through just to see a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are, to me, still the greatest band around today. Which they proved on Friday. It’s easy to get complacent and take for granted just how incredible they are. Ever since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bends&lt;/span&gt;, it’s assumed that they will create mind-blowing music, and for the most part they haven’t disappointed. Although &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kid A&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amnesiac&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hail to the Thief&lt;/span&gt; each received subsequently less fanfare, I still contend that any other band would’ve sold their soul to have created any of those albums, which would’ve been met with a torrent of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also read how Radiohead basically failed to live up to the projected mantle of “Savior of Rock and Roll”. Supposedly after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK Computer&lt;/span&gt;, they were predicted to be the next Nirvana and reclaim whatever it is that was perceived to be lost. Instead, they dabbled in electronica and ambience while shrinking out of the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though in my opinion, Radiohead never sought out to be the “Biggest Band in the World”. Instead, they’ve used their leverage to do exactly what they want to do on their terms. Everyone should be so lucky. I love how they haven’t been complacent about their sound and have continued to explore. Also, the fact that they’ve been a rare presence just means that they haven’t over-saturated our lives and when they do pop their heads up, it becomes a special moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the show itself, I had forgotten how solid the band are as performers. Thom’s vocals are impeccable as one would assume, but I’m always impressed by Colin on bass and Phil on drums. This band steers away from the typical just-keep-a-beat approach. I could’ve spent the entire time mesmerized by the complex, syncopated rhythms being performed. That is if I weren’t still so enamored with Jonny’s guitar playing. I completely relate to his thin, lanky frame and hunched over posture. I don’t think he looked up once, letting his hair veil his face the entire time. Yet he was far from stoic, constantly swaying convulsively to the beat and attacking his guitar with forceful strumming. Even when he was playing a contraption that looked like an old telephone operator’s station during a quiet, slow song, he was bobbing back and forth almost schizophrenically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a complete counter to Jonny was Ed on the other end of the stage. He stood still, was sleekly dressed and reacted with the audience. It was then that I noticed how different each band member seemed. In my head, I started to categorize where each of them would live if they were in New York. Jonny would no doubt be in Williamsburg, Ed would be an Upper East Sider, Colin in the Village, Phil in the Upper West Side and Thom... Well, I have no idea where Thom would fit in. I just imagine him being referred to by strangers as “that funny, little man”. That is if he weren’t the front man for Fucking Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot write about the show without mentioning the lighting on the stage. I thought that the &lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/06/sigur-rs-at-grand-ballroom-061608.html"&gt;Sigur Rós show&lt;/a&gt; had impressive effects but Radiohead upped the ante significantly. Whereas the lighting for Sigur Rós was a great compliment to the performance, Radiohead’s light and visual setup was a work of art. They literally played within an art installation, composed of long fluorescent tubes of light and video displays. The screens were a good way to see the band members up close but it was never dull or repetitive how they presented them. My descriptions won’t do it justice but the experience was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band, as expected, played most of the numbers off of their latest release, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Rainbows&lt;/span&gt;, but I was surprised at how enthused the audience was to hear songs from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kid A&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amnesiac&lt;/span&gt; era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that anyone who criticizes Radiohead of not being a rock band anymore should listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There, There&lt;/span&gt; which is as much a hard rocking song that any they produced in their “guitar days”. I’m still mystified as to why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hail to the Thief&lt;/span&gt; was so panned as more straying from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK Computer&lt;/span&gt; guitars that everyone wanted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2+2=5&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go to Sleep&lt;/span&gt; are great songs that heavily feature guitars. Radiohead just can’t win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The live performance of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House of Cards&lt;/span&gt; was a reinforcement on the sheer beauty of that song, and what was interesting was to hear that number in contrast to the performance of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Climbing Up the Walls&lt;/span&gt;. It was hard to believe that these two songs were by the same band. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House of Cards&lt;/span&gt; casted such a mellow, dreamy aura while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Climbing Up the Walls&lt;/span&gt; created horrific imagery. Looking back, it’s easy to see how they produced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OK Computer&lt;/span&gt; as a harbinger of doom. While hypnotic and beautiful, the album was a tale of terror and despair. Which is all the more disturbing when I hear an entire festival audience singing along with Thom to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paranoid Android&lt;/span&gt;. It was a very surreal moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit a bit of hipster snobbery coming out within me when I see frat boys singing along to Radiohead. I just wanted to yell “Fuck off. I found Radiohead first.” Yes, quite elitist of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little scary to me how I can still predict the upcoming song by the instrumentation. Oh, Jonny and Ed are on drums? No doubt it’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There, There&lt;/span&gt;. Colin on keyboard? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idioteque&lt;/span&gt;. Ed is holding a shaker. It’s going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paranoid Android&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nude was a pretty number that quieted the crowd with it’s serene beauty, but still nothing compares to the magnificent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Street Spirit&lt;/span&gt; which closed out the first encore. I’m glad the band hasn’t neglected the song and still acknowledges it as a powerful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At two and a half hours, Radiohead definitely put on a great show and actually made me consider that all the festival bullshit I had to put up with was worth it. Anyone, even mild fans, should do whatever they can to catch this rare, live performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8ykd5rJsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/l0RvBJc6kbw/s1600-h/IMG_8099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8ykd5rJsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/l0RvBJc6kbw/s400/IMG_8099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232956894111016642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8ykzqLErI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-WiMZMRXy8k/s1600-h/IMG_8109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8ykzqLErI/AAAAAAAAAMw/-WiMZMRXy8k/s400/IMG_8109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232956899951579826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8xoqvViWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/V62CjR2CpmM/s1600-h/IMG_8055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8xrKOP2jI/AAAAAAAAAMg/PTiojILaId8/s400/IMG_8090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232955909576055346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8ylaYUH9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/lO-N-cOnki4/s1600-h/IMG_8117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8ylaYUH9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/lO-N-cOnki4/s400/IMG_8117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232956910345658322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-826009538503450869?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/826009538503450869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=826009538503450869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/826009538503450869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/826009538503450869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/08/radiohead-at-all-points-west-festival.html' title='Radiohead at All Points West Festival, 08/08/08'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SJ8xp2ISBMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/SmAMBCuIQn4/s72-c/IMG_8069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-4954246550371811985</id><published>2008-07-24T15:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:30:03.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Cycle-logical</title><content type='html'>The theme this summer with my friends has been bicycles. It seems like everyone has either bought one or is talking about how much they need to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my roommates is a cycling fanatic. I’ve never seen first-hand anyone with such passion or expertise for them. He owns at least 3 that I know of. And they’re not your Wal-Mart brand bikes either. His most recent purchase is a fold-up bicycle that was hand-made in England with customized features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll admit that the constant enthusiasm for bicycles has rubbed off on me and I started to consider the idea of cruising around the city. While I’m perfectly happy using the subway and not really looking to be a serious cyclist, I figured it would be a great way to explore the boroughs of NYC. It’d be perfect for getting to places that aren’t easily accessible by train and as I’d travel to those destinations, I’d be above ground soaking in the environments. The alternating grimy, white tiled stations and black, soot-ridden tunnels of the MTA can get monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it would be a great way to get around quickly. On the first decent summer day, my friend and I walked from my Park Slope apartment to and over the Brooklyn Bridge, which while perfectly enjoyable, took about 4 hours. Fast forward a few months to when my roommate and I cruised the same path via bicycles in about 30 minutes. I was amazed at how the surroundings looked so different from this perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced that it’d be a good investment, I set out to a bike shop with my expert roommate. I recall having plans with a friend later that day and texting her that I was shopping for a bike but should be able to meet her in an hour or two. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It should be a breeze to find a decent bike with the approval of my roommate,&lt;/span&gt; I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How naïve that seems now. I ended up spending a good 3 to 4 hours in that store, test riding at least 6 bikes. And I didn’t even walk away with one of them. I had no idea how similar the experience was to buying a car. It’s a serious purchase and finding the right one was a nuanced affair. After all, if I was committed to dropping the amount of cash for this, shouldn’t I find one that’s just perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike shop employee was great and helpful and I was surprised at how she nonchalantly suggested that I should take any of their bikes out for a test ride. So I hopped on the first one and was about 2 blocks away before I realized that I had no idea what the hell I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everyone knows the cliché “You never forget how to ride a bike” and it’s true, but after 15 years of not being on a bicycle, I was pretty damn shaky. A few blocks further, my body had recalled some of the motor functions necessary to propel me in a somewhat normal fashion, which allowed me to realize that I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING SOHO. Could there be any worse location to try to re-acclimate myself to riding? Between the narrow, cobbled streets, the psychotically aggressive cab drivers, and the gawking, meandering hordes of tourists, I felt every thing around me was a potential death trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I also realized I hadn’t been provided a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things weren’t really working out for me here. I thought back to my last bicycle. I was 12. It was a Huffy or some equivalent kids brand. Fixed pedal, no brakes and no gears. I hadn’t been on a bike since then. So I was in essence, really learning to ride an adult bike for the first time. On the streets of Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Huffy was much lower to the ground, where I was in more of a sitting position and could extend my leg down to the ground for balance. But on these test bikes which were positioned higher, I had no idea at first how to start and stop on a bike without getting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t recall ever having to dodge heavy traffic or pedestrians in my youth. Being so close to speeding cars was a bit unnerving at first. I fully realized how scary riding around in the city could be. I had a flashback of riding my Huffy on my street. I literally only rode it on the sidewalk of my street. My parents forbade me to wander out of my neighborhood so I would ride from one end of the street, turn around, ride to the other end, and then repeat. I’m  kind of mystified now as to what kind of entertainment that provided me. I wonder if any neighbors observed this behavior from their windows and thought to themselves “What a poor kid. Can’t even leave the street.” Either that or “Why is this idiot just going back and forth endlessly??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to the present, I’ve finally purchased a bike. A used one. Decent, not great, but perfect for what I need it to do. I have much more respect for cyclists in the city. When I first moved to New York I was driving a bit and had such animosity for walkers. Then as a walker hated drivers so intensely. And in both scenarios, loathed bicyclists. They were reckless and you never saw them coming. But now I see it from their side more clearly. It takes a bit of courage to throw themselves into such a hazardous situation, and at such speeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIjic3vVFXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/57zGCFXxmCU/s1600-h/cal_dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIjic3vVFXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/57zGCFXxmCU/s400/cal_dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226676353190139250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all still very new to me. Dallas wasn’t exactly a bike-able town, what with the expansive suburban sprawl and the crippling heat. So I don’t feel I was adequately trained to deal with potholes, car doors, jaywalkers, double parked cars in the bike lane, squeezing between tight gaps at stop lights, construction zones, and basically being hated by every living being I come across. I’ve already hit a car and been thrown completely off my bike. That was by week 2 with a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this, I’m loving it. It’s also great to hear how the city is  working to support the cycling community. Bike lanes are being added constantly and there’s even rumors of some sort of &lt;a href="http://gothamist.com/2008/07/10/bike_sharing_rolling_forward_in_nyc.php"&gt;shared bicycle system&lt;/a&gt;. Not sure if that will lead to anything significant but the sentiment is appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s another reason to love New York. With the increasingly alarming oil situation and everyone’s obsession with going green, the city allows me to feel like I’m doing what I can to make myself less damaging to my surroundings. I take the trains everywhere, I recycle, I use a cloth shopping bag, my bookbag is even made from 100% recycled materials, and I grow my own food. Okay, that last one was a lie. It’s probably the one thing that I’d like to do that I can’t in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I’m glad I made the bicycle purchase. It helps me feel that I’m doing more right in the world than wrong. Although I’m not really getting rewarded with that bike seat, because my ass kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIjici8-isI/AAAAAAAAALw/1RwlsWBafPs/s1600-h/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIjici8-isI/AAAAAAAAALw/1RwlsWBafPs/s400/bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226676347610237634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I guess I spoke too soon about a NY/bike love-fest. &lt;a href="http://gothamist.com/2008/07/28/cop_caught_on_video_assaulting_cycl.php"&gt;Gothamist&lt;/a&gt; points to a video of a NY cop decking a cyclist for what looks like no apparent reason. Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-4954246550371811985?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4954246550371811985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=4954246550371811985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4954246550371811985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4954246550371811985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/07/cycle-logical.html' title='Cycle-logical'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIjic3vVFXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/57zGCFXxmCU/s72-c/cal_dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-4735966090752261314</id><published>2008-07-19T10:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T11:04:52.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Professor and the Madman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIIMV-cz_cI/AAAAAAAAALg/9f5w0cQYKHI/s1600-h/heath-ledger-Joker-opt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIIMV-cz_cI/AAAAAAAAALg/9f5w0cQYKHI/s400/heath-ledger-Joker-opt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224752089383828930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; was one of the few movies in recent years that had excited me enough to warrant me seeing it on opening day. That anticipation was paid off in spades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger was transcendent in his role as the Joker. His interpretation and depiction of the insane villain was one of the most enthralling I’d ever watched, which makes his passing all the more tragic. Sadly, before this I’d never paid much attention to him as an actor. Working with Mel Gibson in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Patriot&lt;/span&gt; sort of condemned him for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joker has always been the definitive adversary to Batman. I once found that puzzling. Here you have a hero steeped in dark, serious, noir stylization, yet he gets paired with a (frankly) hokey concept villian. Think about it: the “world's greatest detective” faces off against a man with a giant, red-lipped grin in a purple suit using killer hand-buzzers and acid spewing flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman has been developed over the decades into a meticulous strategist, utilizing technology and science to overcome anyone he faces. He’s bested seemingly more powerful characters, even Superman when such clashes occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had assumed that the Joker’s pairing with Batman as an unfortunate result of the campy tone that dominated the 70’s comics, culminating in the Adam West television series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIIMdyUHQ7I/AAAAAAAAALo/zLxqvyNeYvc/s1600-h/batman-arkham-asylum-pg018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIIMdyUHQ7I/AAAAAAAAALo/zLxqvyNeYvc/s320/batman-arkham-asylum-pg018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224752223565071282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn’t until I read the graphic novel, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Batman-Arkham-Asylum-15th-Anniversary/dp/1401204252/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1216482165&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Arkham Asylum&lt;/a&gt;, that I began to understand the Joker’s potential as a valid antagonist. Even while purchasing the book, the book store employee commented that this was the first story that ever made her frightened of the Joker. I had only been drawn to the book because of it’s artistic, collage styling and poetic narration which was completely different than the typical comic fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story places Batman, trapped in the insane asylum where all of his captured villains have broken free and taken over. The Joker was featured sparingly, but just enough for me to realize that the guy was seriously homicidal and insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why he is the perfect foil for Batman, the Yin to Batman’s Yang. The Joker has no rhyme or reason to his actions. He breeds in chaos and madness, not for money or power or comic book typical world domination aspirations, but simply for chaos and madness. He is the complete antithesis of Batman, the detective who believes that there is always an answer through science and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a well done documentation of the Joker’s many incarnations check out this write up on &lt;a href="http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&amp;amp;id=17182"&gt;Comic Book Resources&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the movie, I will agree with other reviews that this is one of the best comic book movies ever made. Unlike X-men or Spiderman, this movie is steeped in realism. There’s no need to suspend belief so that men can cling to walls or shoot laser beams out of their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I felt the last act started to get convoluted and faltered a bit, the movie as a whole was gripping. I felt tense with anticipation throughout the whole film. There were a few gripes here and there, but minor. I wasn’t a huge fan of Maggie Gyllenhaal but she was light years more tolerable than Katie Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Eckhart's portrayal of Harvey Dent was well done. I enjoyed the build up of his character and how it mirrored Batman's role in Gotham. The filmmakers seemed to fully understand how his role poetically fit in with the theme of the story. I was thinking that they were building up his character for the next sequel so was surprised that it was paid off in this film. Maybe because of that expectation, I felt that it was a bit rushed and shoe-horned in. The development of Dent’s story was well handled but I think that the result was a letdown and not executed as perfectly as it could have been. The main antagonist of the film was the Joker and it was obvious to me that this hurt Two-Face’s tragic resolution. I applaud the filmmaker’s ability to intertwine the two villains’ stories though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great match of villains story-wise. Two-Face’s back story is so explicit that it took nearly the entire film to depict. Whereas the Joker had no real insight into his progression. As another masterful move, the filmmaker’s heightened each character by contrasting them with each other. Two-Face has always been propelled by his origin: a great hero that has fallen so far into evil. The Joker's motivations are based on madness that he needs no history, and in the many decades since his introduction, still has no definitive origin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be the inevitable comparisons to all of the previous Bat-films. I have to say that as a kid, I loved Tim Burton's movies, but can admit today that they haven’t aged well at all. The visual style he created still appeals to me, especially the depiction of Gotham City so I kept wanting to see parts of it in Nolan’s films. But I also realize that the current films are much more grounded in our reality and that a realistic city backdrop fits in visually. Danny Elfman’s score in the Burton films is still iconic Batman for me. Otherwise, Nolan’s films surpass the previous attempts in every way. I didn’t even bother with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman and Robin&lt;/span&gt; so can’t comment there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; is still Heath Ledger’s amazing performance, which will unfortunately be forever linked with his tragic death. If he winds up getting nominated for an Oscar (which I think he should) I can imagine there will be chatter about it only be spurred on by his passing. That will be very upsetting because I can’t recall in recent history such a powerful and mesmerizing performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo, Heath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-4735966090752261314?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/4735966090752261314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=4735966090752261314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4735966090752261314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/4735966090752261314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/07/professor-and-madman.html' title='The Professor and the Madman'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SIIMV-cz_cI/AAAAAAAAALg/9f5w0cQYKHI/s72-c/heath-ledger-Joker-opt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-5523430658537471838</id><published>2008-07-08T14:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:41:27.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Wind wind scenario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SHPB_KZViGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mMhS_jsTHPU/s1600-h/micro-eolienne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SHPB_KZViGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mMhS_jsTHPU/s320/micro-eolienne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220729683919079522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was intrigued by French designer Philippe Starck’s unveiling of the &lt;a href="http://www.inhabitat.com/2008/07/02/philippe-starck%E2%80%99s-designer-windmill-for-all/"&gt;personal windmill&lt;/a&gt; earlier this year. Details and technical specifics are pretty sparse as of now but they’re set to go onto the consumer market as early as this September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The design is unquestionably elegant, but again many people are wondering how exactly it works. The price tag is around $600 and is touted to provide as much as 60% of the energy needed in a typical household. At this point, anything that promotes green energy and frees consumers from overloaded electric companies is welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it’s size will allow it to be applicable to urban dwellers or if it’ll require some serious yard/roof space to dedicate to this device. I would think that it has to be a progression from the giant wind farms consisting of fields of towering windmills. NPR produced an &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=89432191"&gt;interesting story&lt;/a&gt; on the farms and their affects on the local population. I particularly sympathized with the elderly man proclaiming that he can’t sleep anymore due to the noise produced by the spinning blades of the 20 story tall structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if Starck’s machine fails to make an urban impact, NPR also &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1127988"&gt;reports&lt;/a&gt; on Chicago’s attempt to place wind turbines on top of its skyscrapers as a space-conserving solution to increasing power consumption issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thankful that green energy has become a larger priority over the years. It certainly feels as if we’re working against the clock now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8791991-5523430658537471838?l=laoser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/feeds/5523430658537471838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8791991&amp;postID=5523430658537471838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5523430658537471838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8791991/posts/default/5523430658537471838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laoser.blogspot.com/2008/07/wind-wind-scenario.html' title='Wind wind scenario'/><author><name>Laoser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05557394104506737222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SHPB_KZViGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mMhS_jsTHPU/s72-c/micro-eolienne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8791991.post-1363935994912600148</id><published>2008-07-01T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:22:02.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC'/><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SGqCH9Jk5-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/6awRE1OuAcQ/s1600-h/potato_salad_recipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PC1QjzF2Cp8/SGqCH9Jk5-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/6awRE1OuAcQ/s400/potato_salad_recipe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218126191447566306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love food. I love tasting new dishes. I love talking with friends about what they eat. I love cooking. I love watching cooking shows. I wander around in gourmet grocery stores with the same lust that I once had for &lt;a href="http://laoser.blogspot.com/2006/06/toy-story.html"&gt;toy stores&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn’t always the case. There was a time when my mom would have to basically force feed me. I wouldn’t be allowed to leave the dinner table until I begrudgingly finished off every single grain of rice. This was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to bemoan the fact that someone hadn’t invented some sort of tablet to swallow that would supplant the need to eat anything for the entire day. “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine how much time and energy would be saved if we didn’t have to focus on eating three times a day,&lt;/span&gt;” I would fantasize to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider my dad to be the biggest eating enthusiasts. Any family event or celebration would inevitably be centered around food. Wedding... Big ass feast. Birthday... Fancy steak house. Sunday... Korean Barbeque. Nothing pleased my relatives more than sitting around a large round table and devouring a menagerie of dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t escape fast enough. Eating was the biggest inconvenience in my life. My friend’s dad once commented that I eat like a bird: “just enough to fly”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few things I did enjoy, such as McDonald’s and Pizza. But those preferences may have had more to do with the perks, like the toys that came along with Happy Meals or playing video games after choking down a few slices. Junk food and ice cream were typical fares I would tolerate. One vivid memory I have is my youngest uncle teaching me the ritual of finishing a helping of potato chips was to lick the salt and oil off my fingers and then wipe them off on my tshirt underneath my armpit. Needless to say my mom was quite horrified to observe this behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened over time. I OD’ed on instant ramen in college, fast food take-out didn’t taste as good anymore, and the visual of pools of oil on top of my pizza started to turn my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living on my own was a big factor. Spending my own hard earned money on groceries rather than, say CDs, meant that I valued the food much more. I slowly learned to appreciate the effort in cooking. I also noticed how watching friends resort to a dinner of chips and salsa upset me more than I ever thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were of course bumps along the way. I once cooked pork chops for my then-girlfriend, proudly presented it in front of her, only to have her exclaim “Where are the sides? The vegetables?! We’re just going to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meat&lt;/span&gt;?” It had honestly never occurred to me before what the concept of a balanced meal was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to New York City also was another integral influence in my foodie progression. Due to crippling poverty at the time, Food Network was an invaluable (and somehow free) source of entertainment. Although whenever &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/rachael_ray_sux"&gt;Rachel Ray&lt;/a&gt; would show her aggravating grin, I’d turn to Friends reruns on the WB. Grrr, just the thought of her again makes me want to punch her in the face. Although I never tried to emulate any of the meals on the shows, I noticed I was absorbing all kinds of tidbits and info that they dished out while preparing the meals. I watched just about every program on that channel with enjoyment. But Iron Chef is just too stressful for me. I notice my hands clenched into fists as I watch the frantic slicing and dicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time, I also discovered how this city is not geared for people to cook at home. Restaurants literally line every single block. Grocery stores are few and far in between. Even then, the quality of the food is questionable, and the temperament of the employees makes the notion of shopping nauseating. On top of all that, the kitchens in apartments are ridiculously small. Many times in my first apartment, I’d have to prep one part of a recipe, clean up in order to have room to prep the next part, clean up again and then cook. I only really noticed this issue when I went back home to visit family in Texas. The island counter in their kitchens would be the size of my entire kitchen area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, I developed an interest in finer things related to cooking, mainly using better ingredients. I realized that the little things go a long way in turning a decent meal into a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I looked forward to going back to Texas was visiting Central Market, an upscale grocery store, so that I could stock up on bulk spices. Is that totally geeky or what? I also bought a contraption that houses herbs in the fridge and keeps them fresh two weeks longer. Complete dork? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I’ve become steadily more comfortable with cooking, I’d hardly boast being any good at it. It doesn’t seem to come naturally to me. Unlike some of my friends who can adventurously whip up improvised concoctions, I need the reassurance of a recipe. Even then, I have to be very organized about my prep work. I once tried to wing Chicken Fettuccini and nearly had a heart attack trying to manage pots and pans on all four stove burners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also lucky enough to find A., who is a food enthusiast that probably rivals my dad. In her, I found a buddy to indulge in all our appreciations. We’d spend lunches together describing the previous night’s dinners. And actually be interested in it. We’d go to Whole Foods and she’d gush over the fresh cheese section. I’d drool over the crab cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re such dorks that we’d text each other what we’re having for dinner. And the other would text back and excitedly ask for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example...&lt;br /&gt;My text: &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Just made wild swrdfsh n portugese sauce 4 dinnr!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply:&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Yay! Is it amazing???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with everything in New York, no matter how intense one’s obsession is, there’s always someone else that takes it to the next level. Not just aficionados but any aspect of food has been scrutinized. Vegetarians, vegans, fair-trade activists, co-op members, restaurant critics (professional and the internets kind), local-vores. It’s amazing. And 10 years ago I wouldn’t have understood any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that eating (and cooking) aren’t just a chore, but a means for people to connect with each other. Think of all the social interactions that revolve around a meal: catching up with friends, special occasions, family barbecues, and of course dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Thanksgiving I ended up hosting dinner for all of my friends who weren’t going home for the holiday. There was something very satisfying about having a bustling kitchen crammed with my friends. Not everyone knows what they’re doing exactly, but everyone contributes and there are smiles on every face. I’m lucky enough to have a place that has become a hub for many friend dinners and I’ll treasure the fond memories they bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You couldn’t get that with a food-supplement tablet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight’s menu: Chimichurri Marinated Beef Flank Steak with Bell Peppers, Onions and Yellow Cucumbers over Jasmine Rice. 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