Archive for May, 2008

31
May

What the hell, people, part two

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31
May

What the hell, people?

Obscure joke? Identity theft? Troubling misunderstanding? I received my first issue of Cookie magazine today, with Liv Tyler gaping vapidly at me from the cover while “her” “kid” “plays” with one of those wooden German puzzle-piece train sets so popular with our people. Wait, our people? Shit.

I also got the first issue from my new McSweeney’s subscription, and I hope and wish and want to believe it’s all a work by those mad geniuses – but if it is, it’s absolutely perfect down to the ads and tip-ins. So it’s not.

So now is the time to explain who did this to me and why. It is also the time to take this off my hands. If you think you can stand a magazine that offers both “LIV TYLER on the simple pleasures of family time” and “54 WAYS TO BE THE PERFECT DAD,” I won’t judge you. Not judging is a new thing I’m trying.

26
May

Hot hot hot

Go elf girl, go! Don’t let mere genetics keep you from claiming your heritage.

(Sorry for the weak Flash interface, but there’s not much to it, so you shouldn’t have to wait long for it to load. Also: some images of stitched flesh, which seem not gross at all to me, but you may disagree. The nearly-finished product shows no innards and is quite compelling.)

26
May

So cold, so very very cold

It’s time for the next round of cold fusion! A Japanese gent named Yoshiaki Arata, emeritus professor of physics at Osaka University, claimed to demonstrate it just a few days ago. I have no horse in this race – though I do think that people are spooked by the words “cold fusion” because of the previous failure, and there doesn’t seem to be any good reason to dismiss it this time, or any time, really, unless it can be shown to be impossible like perpetual motion. The comments are well worth reading if you are patient and seeking amusement. Skim when it’s time to skim, but wow, nerds can be awesome. Okay, here’s my favorite:

khurshid ahmed May 25, 2008 7:32 PM

In the name Allah the most gracious and ever merciful.

I have deep faith in cold fusion.

Joke? Bizarre misunderstanding of faith? Freakishly ineffective hate crime? Who knows?

25
May

Yo quiero el nino supremo

Really? Really?

Police Beat

Maybe, maybe not. Blame this guy for making me see it, and me for making you see it, and yourself for your dirty, awful, shameful life.

20
May

Reggie Watts: “Where My Gerunds At?”

I went to see the man Saturday night with Junior and her dude and we went to Tinkle Camp in our pants. I’ve tried and largely failed to describe him before, but America’s Husband offered this concise appraisal: “He’s the hip-hop Soderbergh.” Good, brief, but a little incomplete. Still, better than I can do.

He told us a story about cough syrup, in the second person I believe, and rapped about words (and the objectification of women, and the objectification of object, and, well, lots of stuff, really). His loop machines offered brilliant accompaniment, and while there was no super-hot, mind-blowing dancer to pull on-stage this time, he still tore the plance down. Always see Reggie Watts.

14
May

Comedy is tragedy plus your mom

Last night I went to the ever-awesome Salon of Shame with Junior and America’s Husband and mostly had a fantastic time. Somehow, though, Ariel let a ringer hijack the show at the very end, and we left with the taste of bile clinging to our angry tongues.

Let me back up: Do you know about this phenomenon? People like you and me bravely stepping up and reading from their journals, letters, etc., written when they were dumbass adolescents? It’s the best thing ever, and if you don’t believe me check out this brief piece listing the pros and cons of being Anne Frank from an early book report. But half or more of the fun is the amateurish, embarrassed glee with which these people read their work. Got it? Okay.

So after hearing the oh-so-blase goth girl’s virginity-loss tale, the Duran Duran fanfic involving the author’s friend’s marriage to Roger Taylor, and a terrible Encyclopedia Brown ripoff, we all felt warm and fuzzy inside. Then MC Ariel, awesome as ever, announced the final reader. He bounded on stage with untoward enthusiasm, and it quickly became apparent that he was a pro. He launched into a tepid stand-up arrangement (he actually said “I noticed there’s a lot of people here tonight with tattoos and piercings,” which was both untrue and showed that he had traveled here either from 1994 or from Auburn) that some folks chose to laugh at politely. I thrust my head down into my lap to keep from exploding in rage. It got worse, and the mood of the crowd mercifully matched my own. Finally, a nice lady in the back yelled “START READING!” and was joined by several others. Dude looked mildly abashed (nowhere near enough, though) and pulled out something he had obviously written that day in order to assure himself a spot on stage to wow us with his brilliance. It was terrible, but short, and the applause was so overwhelming that he had to go. Ariel rushed the stage and sent us off before he could try for an encore.

Why, people, why? Why must you listen to those jackass life coaches who tell you to take every opportunity to advance your own career or low-rent dreams at the expense of everyone else in the world? Why ruin a perfectly awesome evening with your stupid needs? I hope and wish that Mr. Comedy actually feels shamed from all this, but I know the type and expect he instead blames us for not being ready or accepting or open-minded enough, because we don’t yet understand that It Is All About Him! In fact, I encourage him to drop the Sha and open a competing event called Salon of Me. Everyone wins!

13
May

I am illiterate, part n+1: The List

So some effete snob decides to devise and share a list of 1001 books we must all read before dying, which suggests that s/he thinks most Americans will live for more than 1,000 years. Still, this is the sort of exercise that pleases my inner librarian, so in the interests of full disclosure, I’ll post those I have read:

  • Pastoralia – George Saunders
  • Cryptonomicon – Neal Stephenson
  • Infinite Jest – David Foster Wallace
  • Foucault’s Pendulum – Umberto Eco
  • The Bonfire of the Vanities – Tom Wolfe
  • Watchmen – Alan Moore & David Gibbons
  • The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
  • Perfume – Patrick Süskind
  • White Noise – Don DeLillo
  • Queer – William Burroughs
  • Neuromancer – William Gibson
  • Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
  • The Name of the Rose – Umberto Eco
  • The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
  • Interview With the Vampire – Anne Rice
  • High Rise – J.G. Ballard
  • Breakfast of Champions – Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
  • Crash – J.G. Ballard
  • Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas – Hunter S. Thompson
  • The Wild Boys – William Burroughs
  • The Atrocity Exhibition – J.G. Ballard
  • Slaughterhouse-five – Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
  • The French Lieutenant’s Woman – John Fowles
  • The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test – Tom Wolfe
  • The Third Policeman – Flann O’Brien
  • The Crying of Lot 49 – Thomas Pynchon
  • God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater – Kurt Vonnegut
  • Sometimes a Great Notion – Ken Kesey
  • Cat’s Cradle – Kurt Vonnegut
  • The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
  • One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest – Ken Kesey
  • A Clockwork Orange – Anthony Burgess
  • The Drowned World – J.G. Ballard
  • Labyrinths – Jorge Luis Borges
  • Franny and Zooey – J.D. Salinger
  • Catch-22 – Joseph Heller
  • Naked Lunch – William Burroughs
  • Things Fall Apart – Chinua Achebe
  • On the Road – Jack Kerouac
  • The Lord of the Rings – J.R.R. Tolkien
  • Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
  • Lord of the Flies – William Golding
  • Junkie – William Burroughs
  • Casino Royale – Ian Fleming
  • Invisible Man – Ralph Ellison
  • The Old Man and the Sea – Ernest Hemingway
  • The Killer Inside Me – Jim Thompson
  • The Catcher in the Rye – J.D. Salinger
  • I, Robot – Isaac Asimov
  • Nineteen Eighty-Four – George Orwell
  • The Plague – Albert Camus
  • Animal Farm – George Orwell
  • Cannery Row – John Steinbeck
  • Ficciones – Jorge Luis Borges
  • For Whom the Bell Tolls – Ernest Hemingway
  • The Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
  • Nausea – Jean-Paul Sartre
  • Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
  • The Hobbit – J.R.R. Tolkien
  • At the Mountains of Madness – H.P. Lovecraft
  • Miss Lonelyhearts – Nathanael West
  • Journey to the End of the Night – Louis-Ferdinand Céline
  • Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
  • A Farewell to Arms – Ernest Hemingway
  • Story of the Eye – Georges Bataille
  • Steppenwolf – Herman Hesse
  • The Sun Also Rises – Ernest Hemingway
  • The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
  • The Enormous Room – E.E. Cummings
  • A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man – James Joyce
  • Ethan Frome – Edith Wharton
  • The Jungle – Upton Sinclair
  • The Turn of the Screw – Henry James
  • The War of the Worlds – H.G. Wells
  • Dracula – Bram Stoker
  • The Time Machine – H.G. Wells
  • The Yellow Wallpaper – Charlotte Perkins Gilman
  • The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – Mark Twain
  • Against the Grain – Joris-Karl Huysmans
  • Around the World in Eighty Days – Jules Verne
  • Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There – Lewis Carroll
  • Journey to the Centre of the Earth – Jules Verne
  • Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
  • Notes from the Underground – Fyodor Dostoevsky
  • Silas Marner – George Eliot
  • A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
  • The Scarlet Letter – Nathaniel Hawthorne
  • Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë
  • Jane Eyre – Charlotte Brontë
  • The Purloined Letter – Edgar Allan Poe
  • The Pit and the Pendulum – Edgar Allan Poe
  • A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
  • The Fall of the House of Usher – Edgar Allan Poe
  • The Nose – Nikolay Gogol
  • Frankenstein – Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
  • Candide – Voltaire
  • Gulliver’s Travels – Jonathan Swift
  • Robinson Crusoe – Daniel Defoe
  • So…more than I would have thought (nearly 100), but almost all easily categorized as Forced to Read in School, I Was One of Those Guys in College, or Given to Me by a Girlfriend. If this list seems shockingly illiterate or weird, that’s only because I am – the list itself is mostly what you’d expect, though I was surprised that Ballard had several books on while, say, Twain had only one. But it’s all subjective, who cares, etc., etc.

12
May

At last a cure has been found

If someone you love blogs too much – or is just having too much fun — tell them about Zyrtec. It’s not for everyone, but a lucky few will find their interest in life reduced to manageable levels. No more embarrassing blogging or reading or smiling!

(Back to loratidine, and maybe more regular blogging, for me.)

08
May

Alert! Alert!

My phone is temporarily out of my hands, maybe until Tuesday. Email me if you need something.




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