Archive for October, 2008

Happy O’Lantern

Friday, October 31st, 2008
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No sense making a ghoulish Halloween mix or some such. There’s enough of that shit to go round.

Let’s celebrate, all Rock n’ Roll like:

The Bronx – Inveigh

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The Bronx – Ship High in Transit

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And here’s a special Halloween treat from The Office.

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I’ve Got a Little List

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

Let’s get two things straight: Keith Olbermann is the grown-up version of the smart-ass, know-it-all kid from back in the 5th grade I still wish to this day that I’d punched right in his smug little face. He just happens to hold political views that I can loosely associate with, and I tune in to about 45 minutes of his show each week. That’s about all I can handle. Secondly, I don’t give the slightest hint of a damn about Family Guy, and that’s a bit of trivia I’m quite comfortable with.

That being said, here’s a pretty funny clip Olbermann aired tonight from Family Guy that’s a preemptive response to, among other things, Bill O’Reilly’s recent attacks on show creator Seth MacFarlane.

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It’s a DVD extra that hadn’t been aired on TV before. Held my interest for longer than I expected, so maybe you’ll like it too.

Violated and Decepticated

Thursday, October 30th, 2008

I love Black Sheep just as much now as I did when they first hit, way the hell back in ‘91 with A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing.

I mention all this because Dres (the guy without the fucked up eraserhead haircut), has updated the group’s biggest hit (and best song), The Choice is Yours, to fit the upcoming election. Dres rerecorded the track with politically-tinted lyrics, and shot an updated version of the video, which was a terrible idea. Because he’s old. And it doesn’t sound right. And there’s white people in it. It’s pretty stupid, actually.  

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I’m all for Obama and hope and change and partridges in pear trees, but this shit is just plain embarrassing.

For the nostalgic and the unenlightened, here’s the song in its original, epic form. It was one of my very first steps into the hip-hop world, an experience that I’m sure was shared by plenty of other suburban white kids.

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When the track first hit, it was unheard of for a real rap song to get played on Top 40 or rock stations. But it had crossover power with an addictive flow and classic breakdown (Engine, Engine #9, on the New York transit line…etc), and it won the group all kinds of new audiences. (Remember: white kids were in dire need of a rap realignment after the poser anthem Ice Ice Baby just a year earlier.)

Back to Back Smack Attack

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

Michael Swaim over at Cracked has a streak of brilliance in him. He put together this fantastic example of the thrashing nonsense the presidential campaign ads have become, reducing our candidates to an anti-American socialist versus an agitated, deathbed-nearing elderly codger with a lunatic sidekick.

But anyway, rather than talk any more today about the election, here’s a bunch of celebrities who want your attention.

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This wouldn’t have made the cut for the piece, if not for Borat’s deal-clincher: Is there time for me to make a small shit… please? And did Benicio Del Toro say mota towards the end there? Or vota? Yeah, that was probably it.

What, Was Winehouse Not Available?

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

Hey I’m all for rocking the vote, but this shit is ridiculous. Scott Weiland, hopeless addict and frontman from hell for all involved parties, doesn’t exactly seem the type to be doing PSAs. At least not for anything but the perils of being a junkie in an embarrassing revolving-door of kamikaze self-indulgence and doomed sprints of sobriety.

Break it down for us, Scott:

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Seriously, how many editing cuts are there? 35? God only knows how long it took him to get that out. I want to see the outtakes – the parts where he starts ranting on random tangents and finds himself miles off topic. And let’s not forget the abominable background music. That’s a track off Weiland’s new record, which is called Happy Galoshes or some other unfathomably retarded nonsense.

I almost feel bad for the guy, watching this.

Almost.

Election Burnout?

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

This election season has been a hell of a ride, to say the least. Once people start beating themselves up and carving their own faces, you know it’s time for everyone to take a nice, big collective deep breath. Here are eight ways to keep from losing your mind over the next week or so, as we head into the final stretch to November 4:

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And for those of you who aren’t ready to bash your head into the wall just yet, here’s a pretty comprehensive closing-argument fact check for both Barack Obama and John McCain. Interesting stuff.

See Ya Next Time, Eatin’ the Puddin’

Monday, October 27th, 2008

Bill Cosby’s been 18 kinds of crazy for as long as I can remember, but there was a time (those horrible, horrible 80’s) when most of us tuned in every Friday night to watch Cos and the rest of the Huxtables live out their wacky, impossibly unrealistic Brooklyn Brownstone lives on The Cosby Show.

He was family. He sold us Jell-O Pudding Pops, and we loved’ em. Hell, I even watched his Picture Pages show for a while, before it got co-opted by that creepy-ass Pinwheel showBut enough about the cut-throat business tactics of children’s television. The point is that Cosby’s been around for a long-ass time, but I’ve never seen him more looped off his ass than he is here:

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Who knows what the blue hell he’s ranting about – something having to do with football, but he’s either impersonating the Swedish Chef or making tuba noises here. All I see is an old man way off his rocker, who maybe shouldn’t be on TV anymore.

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Ah, the good old days.

Sunday Music

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

This is a great performance by Andrew Bird and Anticon composer Martin Dosh at Bonnaroo a couple years back. The song’s called Simple X. It’s beautiful, if you’re a fan of dreamy, Radiohead-type ambience. Perfect for a lazy Sunday. 

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A little rain would be nice for accompaniment, but hell, this is Los Angeles, after all.

Light Bright

Saturday, October 25th, 2008

This fascinating little contraption is an interactive, motion-activated modular LED system - the brainchild of Stig Skjelvik and Snøhetta architects in collaboration with Prototyper AS and Rasmus Hildonen. The video, taken in Stromer, Norway, details the construction and illumination of the module system, which was based on Stig’s Dobpler prototype:

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When aligned side by side, one can create a uniform collection of modules that illuminate via a visual input system. The wall lights up and leaves luminous trails behind people as they walk through the tunnel. Sounds like the perfect addition for a high-end rave or hallucinogenic dance party. Which is pretty much the same damn thing. But you get the point. 

The song is fourteen shades of retarded, but the video footage is pretty cool – particularly around the two-minute mark, where they get the thing up and running.

From the Dobpler site: …pass through the pedestrian subway, notice the trace you leave behind. Stop for a minute, watch and play. Rediscover your own shadow, – do like the kids, play shadow theater, become an illuminated star for an evening. Two people approaching from opposite directions will experience their light shadows melting together, disappearing into a sc-fi inspired intimacy for a few seconds before reproaching.

 

I guess I should own up to the fact that I came across this on Kanye West’s blog, which is usually chock full of strange links to ridiculous new money-fashion, strange architecture and all-caps rants, but every so often he spits out something really cool, like this.

What Dreams May Come: The Rise and Fall of Sarah Palin

Thursday, October 23rd, 2008

Two new polls from Wall Street Journal/NBC provide evidence of an increasing trend among American voters: a newfound ability to call bullshit.

The findings reveal what anyone with even the most basic grasp of electoral process and campaign strategy could have predicted: after the initial B12 shot that Sarah Palin’s sparkling (and highly distracting) arrival on the ticket provided the GOP nearly two months ago, her qualifications to be President now rank as voters’ top concern about John McCain’s candidacy – “ahead of continuing President Bush’s policies, enacting economic policies that only benefit the rich and keeping too high of a troop presence in Iraq.”

Let that sink in for a moment. The carefully crafted winks and “you betcha”s are fizzing out a lot faster than McCain knows how to handle, and it’s costing him dearly. Palin’s currently a much bigger drag on McCain’s poll numbers than George Bush ever was, and that’s saying a mouthful. 55% percent of the WSJ/NBC respondents now say Palin is not qualified to serve as President, a five-point jump from the previous NBC/WSJ survey. Anyone want to volunteer to track down the other 45%? I’d like to ask them for 3 reasons why.

The fact is, when you take the gender, looks, gut-based emotional reaction to cheap average-Americana one-liners and inappropriate winks out of the equation, this is not a contest. It’s not an argument. Hell, it’s not even a conversation. Sarah Palin has absolutely no place on a Presidential ticket. When she was brought on board, McCain’s ratings boost came from voter attraction to her persona, her country girl charm, her style. Stirring the coals of the teetering base. But her power to hypnotize was vastly overrated, and she didn’t distract nearly enough for long enough – something McCain had gambled so heavily on.

Another poll by Pew Research Center for the People & the Press reveals that opinions of Palin have done an about-face in the last month, especially among the ever-important female voters she was expected to draw by default to the McCain ticket. Women, especially women under age 50, have become increasingly critical of Palin: 62% now express an unfavorable view of Palin, up from 36% less than a month ago. 

Why could this be? The answer is simple: McCain went all-in way too early. Palin’s addition to the ticket was an appeal to the basic magnetism of what’s supposed to be everyday Americaspeak, which evidently is just brimming with “you betcha”’s and dropped “G”s. Her policies are irrelevant. She was chosen because her symbolic imagery digs way beneath the bedrock of political maturity and job qualification, and into the ever-fertile soil of emotion-triggering familiarity. None of it is meant to assure voters that she’s the most equipped person for the job, or even remotely qualified at all. A gambling man should’ve known better.

On a gut level, Palin strikes me as the type of kid we all knew in grade school – the one who would point out other kids’ wrongdoings to the teacher to get in good favor. The kind of girl who knew that a pretty face, a whole lotta charm, and unconditional confidence in circular rhetoric can have just as much swaying power as a well-researched position with several backing points. The kind of kid who would grow up to get swept into a national election and wholeheartedly believe that those same tricks will work, that the American public won’t be offended when she blows kisses and winks at them during a Vice Presidential debate. Or that they’ll believe her “gotcha journalism” bullshit excuses for staggeringly inept performances in her early campaign interviews. 

Emotion sometimes trumps rational thought when we see a familiar face on the battlefield. The GOP is fully aware of the psychology of symbolism in a campaign. That’s why McCain is being hailed as a hero, why we’ll never hear the word “maverick” again without gritting our teeth, and why Palin is being pushed as the epitome of the American everymom goddess/huntress.

However, it sends a mixed message to Joe Economic Crisis when news breaks that your brand-new wardrobe costs more than his house. Or a full college education for one of his kids. Or all the cars he’ll ever own, put together.

We are being asked by the GOP to choose exaggerated caricatures and an uncurious, small-minded “hometown hero” over reality, at a time when we can’t afford to let our attention spans atrophy any further. We can’t afford to sit idly by and giggle over cute distractions, ignoring the lessons the spin-cycle of history, particularly recent history, has been hitting us over the head with for years.

Sarah Palin’s candidacy is not only unjustified – it’s insulting and demeaning to the American public to suggest – no, to bank the entire legitimacy of your campaign on the idea that we would fall so hard for such transparent beauty pageant tricks, and stay enraptured all the way to the fifth of November. Peggy Noonan, Ronald Reagan’s greatest speechwriter and a columnist with the Wall Street Journal, condemned McCain’s running mate as a “symptom and expression of a new vulgarisation of American politics.” Conservative columnist David Brooks labeled her a “fatal cancer to the Republican Party”.

Contrary to Mrs. Palin, the Vice President is not “in charge of the Senate.” Every single time she’s been asked what the Vice President’s job actually  is, her responses have been no more than utterances of complete gibberish. The most famous was the first, back on July 31, when she asked what exactly it was that the VP does every day. There was no humor in the response, but rather a clear lack of knowledge and reference of solidarity with her fellow Alaskans, which has absolutely zero to do with the question.

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But the fact is, we need to stop worrying about these things. The question isn’t whether or not she knows the job description for that which she’s applying, or what parts of the country she feels aren’t “Pro-American.” The question is why in the hell we’re discussing this nonsense in the first place. 

Sarah Palin’s job over the next two weeks is to be McCain’s attack dog. Dirty work is one of the VP nom’s main job requirements in the weeks leading up to the election. But how’s she doing? So far, she’s either strongly implied or flat out declared that Obama’s a terrorist, a socialist, an America-hater, an attacker of Joe the Plumber, Barack the Wealth Spreader and so much more. The flailing attempts to categorize Obama as un-American are falling on desensitized ears.

Palin’s unintentional contradictions of some of her own campaign’s pitch positions (usually done by chance amidst one memorized broadstroke of empty, nonsensical rhetoric or another) are anything but Maverick in nature. They’re campaign-sabotaging displays of exactly how reckless McCain was in choosing her without deeper consideration of the possibility that her “Average American” symbolism could be exposed for the one-trick pony ride/Hail Mary pass that it truly was. If the veep-unveiling party would’ve been held three days before the election, things may have gone in a different direction. But as it stands, it looks like we’ll all be able to forget about Caribou Barbie and her $150,000 in accessories (not included) on Nov. 5. After a long, deep sigh of relief, of course.

With a heaping dose of luck and staying the course, the United States could very well see its first landslide election since Reagan smacked Mondale down by a margin of more than 18% of the vote in 1984. If it happens, however unlikely, there’s a possibility of a tidal shift in the collective consciousness – and tolerance – that our country hasn’t experienced in decades. Hype and veiled corporate perspectives are cancers eating through mainstream media. Our entire culture centers on a staggering batch of goddamned nonsense these days, everyone claiming legitimacy with renewed fervor, given the blogosphere explosion in recent years. 

Sarah Palin could be the tipping point, the ten-ton straw that finally breaks the old camel’s back. 

Maybe, if McCain loses in a landslide, people will breathe a collective sigh of relief at having escaped such a cartoonishly nightmarish scenario for four solid years. Sure, Obama’s got a lot of walking to do to match the talk, and he’ll sure as hell have his work cut out for him on day one in office. But our frantic obsession with image and consumption, coupled with our inherent herd mentality, is the real problem at the heart of this country. If America can get beyond our self-defeating obsession with instant gratification and snap judgement, there may be hope after all. And we may begin to see leaders emerge from our society that we could truly admire and get behind.

They’re saying that if early voting is any indication, we could see a record voter turnout for this election. That in itself would be cause for celebration, regardless of the winner. But perhaps people already have a tugging feeling inside that the American Dream has nothing to do with what McCain keeps referring to it as. Maybe the real American Dream is to maintain a personal productive awareness in what’s happening in the world, to each contribute in our own way, and to choose leaders that represent us honorably, with even-handed philosophy and dedication to stabilizing the many teetering issues that shape our national crisis. Not the old, familiar hurricane of anti-intellectualism and reduction of complicated issues to dangerously vague and polarizing boil-downs like “evil” and “freedom.”