Ok so Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter died from getting stung in the heart by a stingray. As sad as it is for anyone to die at such a young age, I can't say that we all didn't see this coming for a very long time. Also, fucking ay man, stung in the heart. I don't think you could go out in a more extreme way than that. I know who I'm drinking for tonight.
Jibbs has the late-summer jam on lock. In other news, the rundown on the weekend trip to Chicago:
Hip:
"Stoner Voice" ("Grab the wheeeelll duuuude"/"Whooooaaa Sluuuuts!")
DJ Battle in which DJ's weren't that nice but maintained hilarity through overuse of mouthed lyrics.
Accompanying hipset dj party with cast of characters including Theo, duo of bikini clad girls controlling the keg (dollar bills in the bikini strings included), and fashion dopplegangers
Babeasarus Rex's
Indiana rest stops*
Reckless Records
DJ Mavis
Gunner on the road
(* see babes)
Square:
3 people sleeping in Ace's tiny ass room
Sasha's berry wheat beer
Ace's mugging housemates
Chicago drivers
Dusty Groove Records
Saw it about 12 hours ago after being totally late due to my flawed driving schemes and the theatre never having adequate directions. What to say . . . if you're reading this you're probably a friend of mine and thus will already be going to see this movie (otherwise I fail to see how we could possibly even speak).
I guess all I have to say is "wang biting."
Note to Self: Buy 9-Year-Old-Girl Costume to Wear to Art Openings
9-year-old girl: Mommy, please can we leave? This doesn't even make any sense! It's stupid.
Mommy: Sweetie, it's not supposed to make sense. It's senseless art. They're making fun of real art.
--Dada exhibit, MoMA
Oberlin summer 2k6 dig this and dig it good.
Hip:
Surf-and-Turf BBQ
Bike-in-Movies/Cemetery Rides
Uncrowded Feve/Great Lakes
Ella Fitz
5 Across the Eyes House (projector, george the cat, friend's parent's basement appeal daddy-o)
Edmond T. Graville's 1961 classic "Beat Girl" starring Gillian Hills ("It's all so dreeeeaaary. I'm soooo boooooorrreed.")
Gunner
Square:
The constant threat of fleas
Just read this article in the NYT regarding the Ohio governor's race and the overreach of the new voter registration policies passed in May. Though I sincerely hope and expect Blackwell to crash-and-burn for his shady politicking of late clearly the true importance of the story is Mr. Jive Turkey Sr.:
"Backers of the new regulations say they were needed, pointing to the fake names that appeared on voter registration cards in 2004, like Jive Turkey Sr.
'The new regulations have everything to do with preventing Jive Turkeys from showing up on cards the way they did last time,' said John McClelland, a spokesman for the state Republican Party. 'They’ve got nothing to do with suppressing voter participation.' But elections experts and liberal grass-roots organizations say the new rules go too far."
The word is out Jive Turkeys! Stay away from the Ohio polls!
Pros:
Sasha back in town (one day only event)
John Baldessari works and the Francis Alys black box @ the Hirshorn
Art history is finished
Yankees win/Red Sox lose
House comes with a ton of dishes
Cons:
Art history final
Your heat is like a lovewave
Straight outta Lo-Cash
Rhino Bar = Wannabe Boston
Room is painted yellow (though Sasha says it's a good color)
Wonkette had an amusing link to an interview with Ann Coulter regarding her love of The Grateful Dead. It's as if the hippies and the ultra-convsevatives have overcome their obvious hatred of one another solely for the purposes of haunting my dreams. . . hippiecons!
"People are often incorrectly surprised that there are a lot of conservative dead heads. I’d mentioned that in an interview, and actually on the ‘Tonight Show,’ that one of my friends — who was a fellow Deadhead — would get up in the morning, smoke a bowl, turn on Rush Limbaugh, and start making his candles for ‘Grateful Dead’ merchandising." - Ann Coulter
Saw "A Scanner Darkly" the other day which, contrary to it's generally positive reviews (thanks metacritic.com), turned out to be horrifically convoluted and dramatically flawed. Perhaps the most blatant failure was Linklater's inability to portray the mental split between Bob Arctor and Agent Fred and the character's inability to distinguish between the his two personas. Because of this, throughout most of the film it appears that the Bob is entirely aware that he's playing the role of Fred and that Substance D, as opposed to causing and increasing incapability of combining the memories/knowledge of each persona, merely causes a generalized sense of confusion and psychosis. The viewer is left confused as to Bob's actions (why would he knowingly spy on his life and the life of his friends even after it's made clear to him that he's specifically is suspect?) without adequately revealing the critically specific effect Substance D is creating.
Added to this failure of dramatic emphasis is the fact that the overarching plot of the attempt to discover the manufacture of Substance D is presented at a point in the film well beyond it having any discernible effect on the events that, up until the last 10 minutes, had been the main focus of the plot. We're left sitting through 3/4th of the film waiting for the conflict between Reeves and Downey Jr. to come to a head yet when it does it's played of as a minor detail only to be replaced by a painfully underdeveloped "plot twist" of negligible relation to any previous conflictual issues.
Concurrently, the final revelation regarding the character Donna was meaningless as Linklater failed to portray her relationships with Frank in any but the most shallow of depths and thus created little emotional resonance regarding the betrayal. Surprises such as this are dramatic largely because they necessitate a fundamental alteration in the plot. Yet, this development could have been entirely stricken from the film and absolutely nothing regarding the endpoint of the plot for Arctor/Agent Fred would have to have been modified.
All-in-all, the ideas of "A Scanner Darkly" are fairly interesting and for the most part the performances are enjoyable. I can readily understand those who have had previous experience with the work in it's literary format to appreciate seeing it's cinematic development, but for those of us with little previous experience with the Philip K. Dick story, Linkalter's adaptation was a muddled disservice leaving us unnecessarily more confused then the drug addled minds of the characters within.
Back in VA after large chunks of The Twilight Zone in marathon form, a New Orleans benefit show that almosst turned into a roof collapsing disaster in and of itself, Russian accents, sparks at the strangers with candy movie in chelsea,$5 milkshakes, a million billion trillion stars, numerous looks of confusion, ordering only beverages at restaurants, 45 minutes of gawking at the sheer absurdity of trying to softly massage a passed out person back to consciousness, and fireworks.
Glad to see NYC is just how I remembered it.
The power is out yet again, the 3rd time in about a week, a fact that showcases the obvious technical wonder that is the DC Metro Area power grid.
Anywho, it’s been a busy past few days. Thursday was my first experience with Fort Reno, an annual staple of the DC summer music season that showcases local talent for free each Monday and Thursday at the eponymous named park. I didn’t quite catch the name of the band that performed this week as we showed up nearly two hours into the performance. The band was composed of teen-something high schoolers and the songs I did catch ranged in topic from the passé “I wanna drink a bottle of Jack and kiss your neck in the field,” to the creationist myth inspired “back when the earth was young and purple lava spewed from the mountaintops.”
Taking the metro on the way back to my house I was privy to an obviously wasted Ghanaian blatantly hitting on one of the only 3 other passengers on the train at that point. In fact, on an otherwise empty train, this man made the decision to sit next to the woman who appeared shocked at his misguided train etiquette. The situation only become more amusing when a group of 4 teenagers got onto the train and proceeded to run around showing the increasing number of passengers the erotic Simpson’s pictures stored on one of their cell phones: “I bet you never seen the Simpson’s do that!” They then proceeded to have a 20-minute conversation with the Ghanaian Romeo on the topics of hookers, drugs and attempts to exploit money from in order to see one of the girls’ asses, somewhere in which the frightened woman who was being hit on managed to escape to another car.
Friday was a fairly typical night of Georgetown area socializing with Vicky, her housemates and her friends from her semester in Hungary. “Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead” was the definite highlight of the night and it provided essential lessons such as: 1) if your going to leave a dead old lady in front of the morgue in a box be sure to leave a nice note saying she died of natural causes and run her pockets for that money your mom left you for the summer 2) tweens should never buy diamond rings for their girlfriend and 3) the best way to clean dishes is to throw them off the roof and shoot them mid-air with a shotgun.
Saturday offered it’s own fun provided by a surprise visit by Stefan and Mary who, due to Stefan’s always busted ass phone, I had assumed had fallen into a well somewhere. One bottle of Riesling at Bilbo Baggin’s later I joined up with the G-Town kids for Bosnian food at a carryout around the corner from my house that previously had previously gone unnoticed to me. I didn’t even know my area had enough of an ex-pat community to sustain such a place though I’m glad to discover it as the food was excellent, the world cup was on, and there was a full-on European grocery attached. Goal number 1 achieved it was on to the second goal for the night, The Brickskeller. For those not familiar with the DC area, the Brick holds the Guinness World Record for the largest variety of beers served. The menu was easily a dozen pages long, categorized by country and held over 1,000 different beers ranging in price from $3.25 to $149.95. I’m still in awe and expect numerous visits in the near future as it’s my new life goal to complete a world conquest of beer.
Sunday was filled with the joy of waking up at 5:30 AM to drive my mother to the airport. A joy that was matched only by that of my Mother’s towards having to fly to Idaho to teach for a week. After that I made it up to Baltimore to try and entertain Tara in her new city and, though it was Sunday and we were broke so we mainly watched TV, it was exponentially more amusing to watch TV with other people. Her living situation is pretty fucking spectacular as she has a nicely sized apartment (right next to the monument) with exposed brick walls and a balcony. It also gave me a great excuse to not study for the statistics test that I would’ve failed anyway since we apparently learned everything on the single day of class I couldn’t attend due to my car trouble. Thus, I may in fact have to actually study for the remaining two tests in order to gain my C, a notion that displeases me greatly.
All in all it’s been a decent week. I still don’t have a job and my car is causing me all sorts of grief, but I’m finally enjoying being in DC for a summer. Now if only it would stop raining and the power would come back on, then I could finally stop using my cell phone as a flashlight.
"Gabriel Whitney says he did not plan to nearly suffocate President Bush in a bear hug. In fact, he did not plan to hug him at all. . . But after six years of undergraduate school and 4,872 demerits, Mr. Whitney, 25, of Nashua, N.H., could hardly restrain himself."
"Pamela Anderson is planning to strip naked in a shop window - for an anti-fur protest."
From femalefirst.co.uk, because Pamel Anderson getting naked is doing wonders for women around the globe. Perhaps if you're planning to do something outrageous (so as to, you know, cause an outrage), it shouldn't be the one thing you are famous for doing?
"Shusaku Arakawa and Madeline Gins, whose moto is Architecture Against Death, unveiled a few months ago a small apartment complex in the Tokyo suburb of Mitaka that is anything but comfortable and calming. 'People, particularly old people, shouldn't relax and sit back to help them decline,' Arakawa insists. 'They should be in an environment that stimulates their senses and invigorates their lives.'"
Please note for whom these lofts are dedicated to the memory of.
"In that old battle of the wills between young people and their keepers, the young have found a new weapon that could change the balance of power on the cellphone front: a ring tone that many adults cannot hear. "
Yeah this sounds like a good idea, minus the whole, "hey jackass turn off your deafeningly pitched squeal" factor.
What a crazy week of news stories. A Chinese baby with three arms, a languishing debate still ongoing about the "stolen" 2004 presidential election, the eternal battle between sticks and carrots for Iran, and how could anyone forget about the looming Haditha saga?
Alright, I threw in the Chinese baby for good measure but I think it's just what we need these days, an little pinch of mutant baby in a world where US policy both domestic and international is facing a rough road ahead.
Iran, arguably at the necessary forefront of our international focus, poses an intriguing dilemma. With forces stretched to capacity as it is and opposition from Russia and China on the Security Council front, a diplomatic answer is exactly what the administration needs at this point. The very nature of the Iranian government (with behind the scenes power resting in the hands of the unelected Supreme Leader and Guardian Council) leads to problems of diplomatic relations as it's a consistent question of where the shots are being called from.
Matters are further complicated through the regime of Ahmadinejad who is currently attempting to increase the powers of the presidency (with the apparent backing of Ayatollah Khamenei), and thus views the propaganda gains of nuclear enrichment as a viable means of power consolidation.
A solution may not present itself from the option of direct talks between the US and Iran as the latter may likely be simply vying for time and the former may likely be going through the motions to appease the international community before pre-emptive strikes. What, in my mind, cannot be argued is the notion of a nuclear capable Iran is diametrically opposed to stability within the Middle East.
- adam
Apparently it's no longer acceptable to hit on people at fitness clubs. Unlike the glory days of the 1980s in which only the prime hardbodies even thought about going to the gym and stayed for 3 hours just to chat, America's gyms are now filled with fatties and people actually care about physical health. LAAAAAAME. This guy says bring back the leotard thongs with flesh colored tights and throw in some dudes with crotch hugging shorts thrusting their manliness in the air for all to see. It's fitness dammit, and we all now that 90% of excercise is fashion and 10% is ennui filled desparaging of others while you stand smoking in the back of the room.
- adam
With the substance fueled week long siesta created by commencement finally at an end I'm left to settle into a mellowed Virginia summer. The question promoted within my mind being, will I suffer from bouts of boredom and ennui regarding the fact that I'm never actually here enough during the year to know of anything to do or whom to do it with? Oh the allure of a pre-staged social environment.
- adam
Off to Nashville tomorrow for Liz's graduation from Vany Law, which of course means. . . going to see Kool & the Gang tomorrow night!!!
- adam
Gadabout went really well yesterday, the best turnout IFS has had this year thus far. Personal favorites included the "Tales of Mere Existence" series by Lev and "I Oversee the Maintenance of a Tool Shed" by the folks at Funtime Entertainment. Eric, Dom and Eva also did a short performance of some of their Halo Fauna tracks which was pretty enjoyable especially in regards to sharks being evolutionary winners.
It was really rad to get to hang out with those kids for the day as well as it had been a year give or take since I had seen any of them. It's always really refreshing to have people from outside of Oberlin come and provide a fresh perspective on this little town that I inhabit. Also, the fact that they've been traveling around the country for months on end put a little spark of travel romanticism in my mind.
A few days back I stumbled upon a series of French Mod sites with some sweet jukeboxes, making my show a) hella psychedelic as the French totally electric organ apparently and b) unpronounceable as I refused to butcher French and say the names of what I was playing. All-in-all though I found it to be a pretty uplifting show, though I wish I had the money to actually buy a lot of the albums in non-electronic form.
Such is life.
- adam
The Gadabout Film Festival
Monday, April 24th @ 8pm
The Cat In The Cream
Totally Free
Back for the 2nd Year
"The Gadabout is a nationally touring film festival that screens a program of 20+ international short films. Independent in every sense, these films share the same willingness to challenge the conventions set for filmmaking. The Gadabout is a distribution avenue for truly indie filmmakers that distrust Hollywood and the commercial film festival circuit. We are NOT a competition, rather a celebration of what is possible in independent film and video.
Above all, the Gadabout is super cool. We tour in a van, and show amazing films to our new friends we get to meet while traveling.
We have completed 3 national tours and have screened the works of filmmakers from all over the country, and the world (India, Singapore, Australia, Argentina, Isreal, and the U.K.). Independent in every sense, these films share the same willingness to challenge the conventions set for commercial filmmaking.
This is filmmaking as art, entertainment, and fun."
Sponsored by the Independent Film Series
The rundown on "spring break" (what exactly is it that I need to take a break from?) 2006:
I have to say that I didn't really expect much from this past weak except for a break in the cycle of watching tv at AC's house to createa a new cycle of watching tv at my mom's house. I did in fact manage to accomplish a great deal of this, however, I also left my idyllic setting of hardwood floors and a balcony with beach furniture.
My arrival on Monday evening involved nothing of note, Tuesday being where all the fun begins. After waking up with my usual mid-afternoon timing I made a trek over to the cinema with mother dearest. This, of course, meant going to Hoffman Center, the very same complex where many high profile government court cases are held (Moussaoui and Miller of NYTimes fame for instance). Needless to say this was fairly prevalent in my mnd when half-way through Spike Lee's new picture "Inside Man" the fire alarm system goes blaring off. 45 minutes and a free movie ticket later, we come to discover that "hey, we can't find the car!" To our surprise, this is not because of my family's penchant for poor memory, but b/c our car had been towed. This led to a two hour journey of misery in which i learned that, among other inconvieniences, tow companies only take cash.
A brief trip to visit Mason frends later that night (for stress relief purposes of course) led to the discovery that as unfortunate as the legal troubles of other's may be (snitches get stitches), one can benefit through the inheritance of $400 glasswork. Further, in NoVA laws of sobriety apparently run opposite to those of typical society. More on this later.
And that, my friends is Tuesday. Wednesday to follow when I feel like typing more.
- adam
While laying out on my balcony earlier I had this weird moment in which I realized that moving to a new place where you don't know anyone a) enables you to act with an air of alluring mystery towards anyone you see on the street and b) totally bosts your self-image.
Found a job the 1st day back. May even find a better job; cheap clothes being a better perk than books. Yet I have a subtly increasing fear of walking into Urban Outfitters and being eye-mugged by the faux-hipster staff. Then again, at least it wouldn't be Barnes and Noble.
In summation, Georgetown is hilarious and come this summer I'll be seeing a hell of a lot more of it, whether I like it or not.
- adam
Exausted from my life of 9am work and 2am Madden 2k5. This calls for one thing and one thing only. SNAKES ON A PLANE!!!!!!!
Get your copy of the player here
Been broing down consistently these past few weeks, it's almost to the point that I feel the need to hide in my room and read books. It's not even that I feel like I miss things anymore, that's bound to happen, but that as much as I get excited about "adam time" whenever I sit down by myself to read or watch a film or some such activity I'm totally ADD'ed within 30 minutes. I can't tell whether it's a positive or negative phase but I figure I'll ride it through until break when I'm back in Virginia at "Telegraph Estate."
- adam
Guerrilla News Network turned out to be quite interesting, especially the segment from the "Battleground" documentary. Anthony from GNN turned out to be a really amusing guy to hang out with at a bar as he regalled us with the trials and tribulations of his career and journalism while at the same to managing to put up with/contribute to our wise mouthed haterism.
Found the Aa in Cleveland to be hella boring though everyone else seemed to be in to various aspects of the show. All-in-all I agree with AC in the notion that noise music is very difficult to reproduce live in an engrossing manner.
Still waiting for my manager to send in her letter of recommendation so I can get started on figuring out how my finances and whatnot are going to work out next semester. It's utterly tiresome to have to wait for someone to complete a simple task that they agreed to finish with a finite period of time. I even wrote up a complete draft of the letter for her 2 weeks ago, yet the process remains stalled.
Think I'm gonna go back to VA for break though I very well may venture up into NYC for at least a few days as I'm inexplicably drawn there after a period of a few months.
- adam
Had a lazy day yesterday and ended up watching "Peeping Tom" through no volition of my own. Either way, it's an amazing film that has a creepily amusing aspect throughout. The sense of unease you get from watching the images that the character films is transposed onto yourself as you end up feeling like the one who is spying. It really makes you question the nature of audience when it comes to cinema; why are we so entrance with watching the lives (scripted or not) of others? In essence all cinema is vouyeristic and there's a peeping tom in all of us.
- adam
The cinemateque in cleveland was pretty rad. Saw "Once Upon A Time In the West." It kind of seemed like a dudes club since I sat in like the 3rd row and all these random dudes who were by themselves were seated all around me. If you sit in the front row you can even put your feet on the stage and luckily the screen is still a decent distance away. One dude even cried when the little boy got shot by Henry Fonda. Willie says he wishes he cried more at movies. I said i'd call him a wuss.
Overall I think what last night proved once again was that Charles Bronson is a bad enough dude to save the president. Or just mean-mug the shit out of him, while playing his harmonica and bustin' a cap. Also, Henry Fonda will totally pull a Wayne Brady and choke a bitch.
Word.
- adam
Dance parties are weird. I need to come up with a playlist for a jet-set themed radio show. Freeform? This should be interesting.
- adam
After watching the Grammy's last night I've come to the conclusion that if one simply picks up a musical instrument they are nominated for an award. Put out an album and you're a shoe in. Fall off or die within the past 5 years and bam! Lifetime acheivement award baby!
- adam
Q: Who needs a new job?
A: This guy.
$6.50 an hour to unpack and shelve books all day is a scam. I hope the whole foods market I applied to gets back to me. The worst part of it is that I have all these books I want to read but by the time I get home I barely want to look at a book.
Oy vey. On a positive note I got to listen to "How I Beat Shaq" by Aaron Carter today when I was unpacking textbooks and I was totally inspired to acheive my goals or whatever. Added to that "New Fist of Fury" starring Jackie Chan is totally triumphant!
- adam
"For the 57th year running, a mystery man today paid tribute to Edgar Allan Poe by placing roses and a bottle of cognac on the writer's grave to mark his birthday."
Poe graveside tribute remains a mystery.
- adam
"PARIS, Jan. 6 - The Dada movement made its name in the early 20th century by trying to destroy the conventional notion of art. Taking literal inspiration from their exploits this week, a latter-day neo-Dadaist took a small hammer to Marcel Duchamp's "Fountain," the factory-made urinal that is considered the cornerstone of Conceptual Art."
Conceptual Artist as Vandal: Walk Tall and Carry a Little Hammer (or Ax)
- adam
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