‘Meh’st Week Ever – Fall Break Edition

I have grown attached to this weekly tradition, so I think I will continue to do it. Apologies to anybody that has seen all these before.

1. Visual Illusions from Scientific American

There’s a cool slideshow on the Scientific American website that shows some of the fruit of new research into how we process images. I’m sure most people have seen the standard optical illusions, but these all pertain to the way that we analyze faces. I can tell from my stats page that most people don’t actually click on the links, but I promise you that this is a fun way to spend 2.5-4 minutes of your time.

2. Every time you turn on the heat in Sweden, God kills a bunny.


Apparently the feral rabbit population in Sweden is so out of control that private contractors cull the rabbits then turn them into biofuel for home and commercial heating. The idea is so bizarre, not to mention squeamishly gross, that I would believe that it’s a hoax, but the reporting comes from Die Spiegel, an outfit with some credibility.

Thousands of stray rabbits in Sweden are being shot, frozen and then burned for heat. Stockholm even hires rabbit hunters for the task, like Tommy Tuvuynger, a modern day Elmer Fudd.

“We are shooting rabbits in Stockholm center, they are a very big problem,” he said. “Once culled, the rabbits are frozen and when we have enough; a contractor comes and takes them away.”

3. Carl Sagan and Stephen Hawking auto-tuned.

I actually heard about this on NPR before I saw the video. I figure if it’s broken into the mainstream, everybody has seen it, but in case you haven’t, here it is:

I think it’s a brilliant example of an art form (or at least an artistic technique) maturing. This is something beyond the novelty of auto-tune applied to an unusual source. I also find it affecting that Stephen Hawking, someone who only speaks through a computer today, has his real voice altered.

4. Organelle Hangeliers


Organelle, a Vancouver design firm, assembles these found-object chandeliers. I am delighted by them. I do wonder if they look as good in real life as they do in these fancy, controlled photographs, but I think they managed to make something genuinely beautiful out of an unexpected material.

(Via Core 77)

5. Talking Piano

It’s basically a physical vocoder. It’s awesome.

6. The American Symphony from Mr. Holland’s Opus

I saw that Mr. Holland’s Opus was available on Netflix, and attempted to watch it. I had forgotten what a sappy, cliché ridden piece of shit it is. It really frustrates me when I watch movies about music education, because they are always so saccharine and terrible. I’m trying to thing about movies that accurately portray the student-teacher relationship, and I’m coming up with precious few examples. Perhaps Shine when Helfgott is studying at the Royal College of Music.

Anyway, the absolute worst part of the movie is the gimmicky, trite ‘symphony’ that Mr. Holland’s students perform for him as he retires. It’s a more painful damnation of him than any funding decision ever could be.

In an example of Youtube commenting genius, user tzebra writes:

An amazing tribute to a unique nation, which for such a young age has accomplished, created, invented, freed, and inspired more than any other in history.

which is like the funniest thing I have ever read. Listen, I’m as patriotic as the next guy, but really. Pretension + absurd hyperbole = LOLZ.

Mad Men opening credits sequence

Like most of the tv-blogging world, I’m catching up on last season’s Mad Men. I was always a fan of the show, but shit got busy around the middle of the second season, and I hadn’t had an opportunity to catch up until now. Or, to be more precise, I decided that I wanted to watch Season 3 with the rest of the world.

As I do this, I am reminded of what a true pleasure the titles sequence (created by Mark Gardner and Steve Fuller of Imaginary Forces) is. It perfectly captures the sexy cool of the show (and perhaps the era*) and features an abridged version of the song “A Beautiful Mine” by RJD2.

Titles:

I was excited to find the full version of the song used, but I was dissappointed to find that they exerpted all the cool parts and most of the rest is filler, or iterations of loops. Whatever, here it is:

*I’ll be the first person to praise the art direction and costumes, makeup and casting of the show, but part of me wonders (and I realize that this is paranoid) whether I’ll look back on this reconstruction of the ’60’s and see it as nothing but a product of our time. Like, the first time I saw Dirty Dancing, I didn’t even realize that it was supposed to be set in the ’60’s. It read like an ’80’s movie to me. Now, you’re right to say that Dirty Dancing didn’t take itself as seriously as Mad Men is, but still, it’s a thought that festers…

I hate it when I’m exactly like everybody else #223: The Rite of Spring

I have a fickle relationship with mass opinion. I’m not talking about boom-and-bust buzz, like the sucess and subsequent backlash towards Juno. Rather, I really enjoy looking for things to read, listen to and watch, but once something passes a certain threshold of critical acclaim, or “belovedness” I get almost afraid of it (closely related to this phenomenon is when I find something, tell everybody about it, then find out that a) everybody has heard of it and b) it was recent enough that I can’t ride the wave of “rediscovery” or “reevaluation” [Damn the day I found out Mitch Hedberg died!]).

Really, I’m afraid of being moved in the same way as everybody else is. That is to say, I’m scared of being the suburban white kid talking about his three months in Costa Rica changing his life, or the adolescent philosopher pontificating on the deep truth in the Matrix, or the Lilith Fair chick talking about how Exile in Guyville said in song what she could not in words.

The thing is, they’re not even wrong.

There’s probably a lot to be learned from time in another, non-anglophone non-western (-ish, don’t hate!) country for a sheltered American. Liz Phair is the liberated Sappho of our time, and circulation numbers alone have to put the Wachowski brothers at the top of any list of influential American philosophers. The only problem (to be clear, the only problem for me) is that those emotional responses are so common.

That’s why I hate, to use today’s example, when I (a teenaged musician) fall in love with Stravinski’s The Rite of Spring after reading about the crowd of young Parisian musicians’s love for the ballet, or about the multiple composers who fetishized their copy of the score in their youth.

I just recently acquired a copy of the score. My father’s college music professor, with whom he was close, died earlier this spring, and I had the opportunity to keep his considerable sheet music library. One of my favorite finds was a pocket edition of the Rite.

It’s such a famous piece, and has touched so many people of my age, that there is literally nothing that I could write that would be original. Not my analysis. Not my emotional response.

Maybe it’s better. Maybe the overwhelming judgment of it externalizes all other opinions on the piece, and I can just enjoy it.

‘Meh’st Week Ever – Coming Home Edition

This one’s going to be quick and dirty… I’ve got a ton of linx.

1. Stupid Misogynistic Preachers

Second, they are commanded to shut up concerning the Administration of the Church. Usually when I start dealing with the business of leadership in the church most pastor’s bow their heads. Why? Because Pastor’s all across this this land are allowing woman to hold positions that they have no right to hold. It makes me sick to watch a woman stand on a platform and lead a choir with men in it, or even worse to see a woman lead the whole congregation! Singing is an important part of the worship service. This office is not a calling, but it should be led by a man with leadership ability. .

Many Baptist churches have even put women on their pulpit committees. Can you imagine going to a church in view of a call and having a woman asking you questions concerning your doctrinal stand? Someone needs to tell them to sit down and shut up!

More fun here.

2.The bestest, Frenchest, gayest public service ad evar!

3. Opera and PBR!

There’s a really cool series out of Montana that combines the atmosphere of a intimate pub with high-quality classical vocal shows. Probably going to crash and burn like most such idealistic outreach programs. Details here.

4. The Brooklyn Superhero Supply Co. …

… is fucking awesome. More photos via A Tribe Called Next.

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‘Meh’st Week Ever! Special Back From The Dead Edition

Now that I am done with school, with the exception of the pedagogical afterbirth that is finals, I’m back on my game. Here’s what my four readers come here every Sunday to see:

1. Memetastic Specialty Blogs!

Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians

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Awkward Family Photos

pregnant-trashy-couple

…only the awkwardest! And there’s so much more!

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