Between perparing for midterms and getting home, I have spent surprisingly little time on the internet. I offer these pathetic links and apologies. Also, stay tuned for an upcoming post on my first time attending an opera.
I’m pretty sure that this is a slang website for people that are learning English or are otherwise not native speakers. Some highlights are the interactive charts with slang for body parts. Also the translations of American movies:
Patches O’Houlihan: You all are about as useful as a lollipop that tastes like feces.
Ben Stone (to answering machine): Hey, Doctor Howard, this is Ben Stone calling you. Guess what the fuck (used for emphasis) is happening? Alison is going into labor and you are not fucking (used for emphasis) here. Do you know where you are? You’re at a stupid bar mitzvah* in San Francisco, you contemptible person (literally: feces), and do you know what I’m going to have to do now? I’m going have to kill you. I’m going to shoot you with a gun. You’re dead, like well-known rappers Tupac Shakur and Biggie Smalls, both of whom were shot to death. You contemptible man (literally: feces), I hope you fucking (used for emphasis) die or drop the chair and kill the boy who is having his bar mitzvah*. I hope your plane crashes. Goodbye, hated person!
*The bar mitzvah is a Jewish ceremony in which 13-year-old boys enter the age of religious adulthood. As part of the celebration, the boy is raised up above the crowd on a chair.
I was too conflicted about Watchmen to provide an objective review, and was in too much of a sleep deprivation induced-coma for the next two days to do much blogging. But I know all four of you that read this blog really enjoy my Sunday posts, so here goes. This is what I found on the internet this week.
These are excerpts from posts by either a delusional 13 year old or an extremely mentally disturbed mall security guard. I think it’s extremely funny, but I must caution you, it’s extremely internet humor-y. You’ll either find it hilarious or a complete waste of time.
I know it’s probably not good to laugh at this, because there are probably some people out there who take this seriously, but it’s so offensive, I can only chuckle at the extreme crazy that is this man. And what a lonely existence he must live; alone in a world where people believe that men and women are equally capable at any number of professions and that domestic violence should be prevented by the police. Here’s an exerpt:
How can we fight the New World Order?
Let’s begin by reaffirming our distinct male or female identities. Perhaps this personal manifesto from a happily married male frog who finally jumped out of the pot will serve as a reference for some:
The essence of masculinity is power.
Isn’t it obvious? It’s what women respond to. Similarly, men are drawn to vulnerability in women. We want to protect them.
To equalize power is to eliminate sexual distinction. This doesn’t mean that woman are not powerful and effective as women, but not by becoming like men.
Men — steer clear of any sexual relationship where you are not in charge.
I wish I could embed this video on this blog, but WordPress is stupid and restrictive so I have to encourage you to click on the link. It’s a short video about a man who builds a virtual world for his wife, and it has some of the coolest computer graphics I have ever seen, which is more amazing because they are all homemade.
I swear it’s not on purpose that every week there’s something about BHO. These are really funny.
6. John Fetterman and Braddock, Penn.
This man is John Fetterman:
He is the mayor of Braddock, PA, a former steel town that has lost 90% of its population and wealth in the last 25 years. Now, anybody that can afford to leave does as soon as possible, and there are few enough businesses in the community that you can count them on one hand. The median house price is $6,400. Not $64,000. $6,400. Fetterman has been trying a radical new approach, attracting businesses and artists and artisans who want space and low rent to try and revitalize the town. It’s in ideas like this that I betray my age, but everything about this project sounds unbelievably cool and romantic. I’m trying to see if I can persuade my father to buy something there. He’s a general contractor with a tendancy to wander, so I may be able to succeed. Articles about the town found herehere and here.
I was too conflicted about Watchmen to provide an objective review, and was in too much of a sleep deprivation induced-coma for the next two days to do much blogging. But I know all four of you that read this blog really enjoy my Sunday posts, so here goes. This is what I found on the internet this week. 1. Hamburger Cupcakes
2. Mall Ninjas
These are excerpts from posts by either a delusional 13 year old or an extremely mentally disturbed mall security guard. I think it’s extremely funny, but I must caution you, it’s extremely internet humor-y. You’ll either find it hilarious or a complete waste of time. 3. Henry Makow- A real live 21 Century sexist:
I know it’s probably not good to laugh at this, because there are probably some people out there who take this seriously, but it’s so offensive, I can only chuckle at the extreme crazy that is this man. And what a lonely existence he must live; alone in a world where people believe that men and women are equally capable at any number of professions and that domestic violence should be prevented by the police. Here’s an exerpt:
How can we fight the New World Order?
Let’s begin by reaffirming our distinct male or female identities. Perhaps this personal manifesto from a happily married male frog who finally jumped out of the pot will serve as a reference for some:
The essence of masculinity is power.
Isn’t it obvious? It’s what women respond to. Similarly, men are drawn to vulnerability in women. We want to protect them.
To equalize power is to eliminate sexual distinction. This doesn’t mean that woman are not powerful and effective as women, but not by becoming like men.
Men — steer clear of any sexual relationship where you are not in charge.
I wish I could embed this video on this blog, but WordPress is stupid and restrictive so I have to encourage you to click on the link. It’s a short video about a man who builds a virtual world for his wife, and it has some of the coolest computer graphics I have ever seen, which is more amazing because they are all homemade.
I swear it’s not on purpose that every week there’s something about BHO. These are really funny.
6. John Fetterman and Braddock, Penn.
This man is John Fetterman:
He is the mayor of Braddock, PA, a former steel town that has lost 90% of its population and wealth in the last 25 years. Now, anybody that can afford to leave does as soon as possible, and there are few enough businesses in the community that you can count them on one hand. The median house price is $6,400. Not $64,000. $6,400. Fetterman has been trying a radical new approach, attracting businesses and artists and artisans who want space and low rent to try and revitalize the town. It’s in ideas like this that I betray my age, but everything about this project sounds unbelievably cool and romantic. I’m trying to see if I can persuade my father to buy something there. He’s a general contractor with a tendancy to wander, so I may be able to succeed. Articles about the town found herehere and here.
This week has been so meh, I have ‘meh’rly been able to keep up with things. I spent all of Sunday working on a odiously difficult counterpoint assignment, which is in its way a blessing because I never have to do it again. This is going to end up being one of the more emo MWE… ever. This week I have spent a lot of time being depressed about the state of culture in America and the world, and anxious about finding my place in it. This is not so bad really. It’s a nice break from being depressed about being fat and alone.
This is a really interesting photo project. It is a 100 meter long image made up of portraits taken from the same point on a bridge over 20 days. The effect it creates is kind of eerie. The sterile white background, as well as the people all walking toward the camera does seem to suggest something sinister. It’s probably fair to say that the title of the project is a little pretentious, but taken with the image, it does not seem out of place.
This speech by Karl Paulnack, a lecturer at the Boston Conservatory, sums up a lot about what I have been feeling lately about the value of music in my life and in the world. I have lately begun to wrestle with the idea that I have no cognitive tools available to me to evaluate art’s value. I think that I have been trained to see value in things as a function of their usefulness. Things that can be quantized, things that can be measured, things that can be broken down into discrete components, these are the things that have value in our society.
I think that this is most easily seen in the greatest intersection of art and commerce ever: the movie industry. There is no question that some movies are driven by their star power (I’m thinking Pirates of the Caribbean). But think how lame it is when studios try and sell movies with clearly nothing going for them except their lead actors. Same thing with “soul” or “heart.” I recently saw Rachel Getting Married, a movie with drama and pain, and yet was completely grounded in a human goodness that was completely genuine. On the other end, you get a movie like The Reader, a movie that replaces genuine emotion and human conflict with emotional pandering through the Holocaust and uncomfortable sexuality.
What I’m trying to say is that there is no way while making a movie to say, “Let’s make this 20% more soulful,” let alone “20% more scary” or “%20 more thrilling.” By the time you are thinking in those terms, reducing the masterpiece to a widget, you have already lost. I think it’s telling that the most consistently successful studio in Hollywood right now is Pixar. Pixar has never had a movie gross less than $460 million dollars. Their average gross is $500 million dollars. Half a billion dollars. And yet the Pixar philosophy is simple: provide the artists with tools, and let them make something that they are satisfied with. I understand that this model will not work everywhere, and that different markets are completely, well, different. I will even give you that Pixar is an outlier. And yet I think that people can see what is genuine, and people can recognize quality.
This is a super interesting article that came out about this time last year in the Washington Post magazine. Their team asked Joshua Bell, the virtuoso violinist, to play at the entrance to a Metro station to see if anybody would recognize a musician of his caliber.
In the three-quarters of an hour that Joshua Bell played, seven people stopped what they were doing to hang around and take in the performance, at least for a minute. Twenty-seven gave money, most of them on the run — for a total of $32 and change. That leaves the 1,070 people who hurried by, oblivious, many only three feet away, few even turning to look.
No, Mr. Slatkin, there was never a crowd, not even for a second.
It was all videotaped by a hidden camera. You can play the recording once or 15 times, and it never gets any easier to watch. Try speeding it up, and it becomes one of those herky-jerky World War I-era silent newsreels. The people scurry by in comical little hops and starts, cups of coffee in their hands, cellphones at their ears, ID tags slapping at their bellies, a grim danse macabre to indifference, inertia and the dingy, gray rush of modernity.
Even at this accelerated pace, though, the fiddler’s movements remain fluid and graceful; he seems so apart from his audience — unseen, unheard, otherworldly — that you find yourself thinking that he’s not really there. A ghost.
Only then do you see it: He is the one who is real. They are the ghosts.
Martin and Muñoz create occasionally whimsical, occasionally disturbing artworks, such as this:
It’ll take you like three seconds to click the link, some of the stuff there is really cool. I found it via Street Anatomy, a very cool anatomy themed blog with things like this:
6. Right America Feeling Wronged
This is a documentary by Alexandra Pelosi that aired on HBO showing footage of McCain/Palin supporters during the rallies. I found some of it a little scary, some of it a little familiar (see my earlier post about Alan Keyes), but I mostly felt a little overwhelmed that these people live in the same country that I do. All five parts are up on Youtube, worth it if you have a spare 40 minutes.
This week has been so meh, I have ‘meh’rly been able to keep up with things. I spent all of Sunday working on a odiously difficult counterpoint assignment, which is in its way a blessing because I never have to do it again. This is going to end up being one of the more emo MWE… ever. This week I have spent a lot of time being depressed about the state of culture in America and the world, and anxious about finding my place in it. This is not so bad really. It’s a nice break from being depressed about being fat and alone.
1. The Angela Merkel Barbie
2. “We’re All Gonna Die – 100 Meters of Existence”
This is a really interesting photo project. It is a 100 meter long image made up of portraits taken from the same point on a bridge over 20 days. The effect it creates is kind of eerie. The sterile white background, as well as the people all walking toward the camera does seem to suggest something sinister. It’s probably fair to say that the title of the project is a little pretentious, but taken with the image, it does not seem out of place.
3. Karl Paulnack
This speech by Karl Paulnack, a lecturer at the Boston Conservatory, sums up a lot about what I have been feeling lately about the value of music in my life and in the world. I have lately begun to wrestle with the idea that I have no cognitive tools available to me to evaluate art’s value. I think that I have been trained to see value in things as a function of their usefulness. Things that can be quantized, things that can be measured, things that can be broken down into discrete components, these are the things that have value in our society.
I think that this is most easily seen in the greatest intersection of art and commerce ever: the movie industry. There is no question that some movies are driven by their star power (I’m thinking Pirates of the Caribbean). But think how lame it is when studios try and sell movies with clearly nothing going for them except their lead actors. Same thing with “soul” or “heart.” I recently saw Rachel Getting Married, a movie with drama and pain, and yet was completely grounded in a human goodness that was completely genuine. On the other end, you get a movie like The Reader, a movie that replaces genuine emotion and human conflict with emotional pandering through the Holocaust and uncomfortable sexuality.
What I’m trying to say is that there is no way while making a movie to say, “Let’s make this 20% more soulful,” let alone “20% more scary” or “%20 more thrilling.” By the time you are thinking in those terms, reducing the masterpiece to a widget, you have already lost. I think it’s telling that the most consistently successful studio in Hollywood right now is Pixar. Pixar has never had a movie gross less than $460 million dollars. Their average gross is $500 million dollars. Half a billion dollars. And yet the Pixar philosophy is simple: provide the artists with tools, and let them make something that they are satisfied with. I understand that this model will not work everywhere, and that different markets are completely, well, different. I will even give you that Pixar is an outlier. And yet I think that people can see what is genuine, and people can recognize quality. 4. Or maybe not.
This is a super interesting article that came out about this time last year in the Washington Post magazine. Their team asked Joshua Bell, the virtuoso violinist, to play at the entrance to a Metro station to see if anybody would recognize a musician of his caliber.
In the three-quarters of an hour that Joshua Bell played, seven people stopped what they were doing to hang around and take in the performance, at least for a minute. Twenty-seven gave money, most of them on the run — for a total of $32 and change. That leaves the 1,070 people who hurried by, oblivious, many only three feet away, few even turning to look.
No, Mr. Slatkin, there was never a crowd, not even for a second.
It was all videotaped by a hidden camera. You can play the recording once or 15 times, and it never gets any easier to watch. Try speeding it up, and it becomes one of those herky-jerky World War I-era silent newsreels. The people scurry by in comical little hops and starts, cups of coffee in their hands, cellphones at their ears, ID tags slapping at their bellies, a grim danse macabre to indifference, inertia and the dingy, gray rush of modernity.
Even at this accelerated pace, though, the fiddler’s movements remain fluid and graceful; he seems so apart from his audience — unseen, unheard, otherworldly — that you find yourself thinking that he’s not really there. A ghost.
Only then do you see it: He is the one who is real. They are the ghosts.
Well worth reading.
5. Walter Martin & Paloma Muñoz
Martin and Muñoz create occasionally whimsical, occasionally disturbing artworks, such as this: It’ll take you like three seconds to click the link, some of the stuff there is really cool. I found it via Street Anatomy, a very cool anatomy themed blog with things like this: 6. Right America Feeling Wronged
This is a documentary by Alexandra Pelosi that aired on HBO showing footage of McCain/Palin supporters during the rallies. I found some of it a little scary, some of it a little familiar (see my earlier post about Alan Keyes), but I mostly felt a little overwhelmed that these people live in the same country that I do. All five parts are up on Youtube, worth it if you have a spare 40 minutes.
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