Saturday, September 30, 2006

Doonesbury used to have a character named Andy (died of AIDS) and now has one named Drew. Unfortunately it's a woman.
I'm just stalling when it comes to looking at the papers. Between the Woodward book and the Foley resignation I feel like it's Christmas morning.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Slate has been discussing Zach Braff:

It makes sense that Braff is so popular on MySpace, a site that exists so people can list what they like—friends, celebrities, music, movies. Braff is, essentially, an aggregator. His soundtracks are lists of his favorite songs. Garden State was a list of funny anecdotes and off-kilter objects rather than a cohesive story. He might not have anything original to say, but Braff does offer this insight on our generation: We are inclined to mistake stuff for substance.

I'm a good bit older than Braff but I'm inclined to agree when writer Josh Levin concludes:

If Zach Braff is the voice of my generation, can't someone please crush his larynx?
The NYT is running a story today about cultural conservatives:

In a Madonna concert and Veggie Tales, critics see a double standard.

Yes, you have to get up pretty early to fool those cultural conservatives.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

False alarm. Although tanks are indeed in the streets of Bangkok, my brother is fine.
According to his email, he was too busy fighting with his new annecdote to notice the coup.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

My brother is in Bangkok now so I'm a little freaked out about this story that the Associated Press is running:

The Thai military launched a coup against Prime Minister Thaksin Shinawatra on Tuesday night, circling his offices with tanks, seizing control of TV stations and declaring a provisional authority pledging loyalty to the king.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Are you a narcissist? Why not take a quiz and find out?
Doing a lousy job of posting lately; sorry.

I realize diction is tricky on this one but it did seem as though a lot of people on the news yesterday were remembering the "whores" of 9/11.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I am totally fascinated by Bento TV. It's a woman who shows various Japanese lunchboxes and recipes to fill them. While she and the video production are amateurs, she's incredibly professional. She is apparently reading from cue cards or has totally memorized each little presentation.

Now I totally want a wee multi-compartment lunchbox with a little cylinder to hold my damp towel (for finger washing purposes). Such is the power of suggestion in a video blog.

Friday, August 25, 2006

The New York Times has just hired its first perfume critic.

"Perfume is an art form just like other art forms from theatre to painting to music, so we're excited to be the first to cover perfume in this way," Diane McNulty, a Times spokesperson, said.

Burr's column, Scent Strip, in the paper's style section, will assess old and new perfumes for men and women as well as the occasional scented candle, and rate them from zero stars to four stars.

This is one weird beat.
It's the end of August, 2006 so you know what that means. It means that we are about to hear a fucking ton of news stories about the 1 year anniversary of Katrina and the 5 year anniversary of 9/11. Mixed into both of these stories will no doubt be plenty of assertions that the authorities, in fact, did awesome jobs and it is simply a failure of communication that causes the public to think otherwise.

"Failure of communication" is such a seductive idea. It glosses over whatever the real problem is ("we are incompetent and overly self-interested") while suggesting a painless solution ("we need to get out in front of this thing and tell our side of the story")

Which brings us to the Chicago Public Schools, where only about 5% of the student population is reading at grade level. What's the solution? Apparently it involves eliminating over 100 teaching positions, eliminating classes at both the advanced and special education ends of the spectrum, and hiring a video production company for $575,000 to make 20 half-hour programs for local cable that talk about how Chicago Public Schools are not sucky but, in fact, awesome.

The trib has the details:

"Ultimately we have to make choices about what's important," said Peter Cunningham, director of external affairs, who made the decision to hire an outside video production company instead of having the district's own five-person video staff handle the work. "We believe communicating to parents about what's happening in the district is important."

and

Cunningham said he has no way of knowing how many people actually watch the cable show, but he believes it's another way to reach parents who might not read newspapers or use the Internet.

Right! All those parents who don't read the non-existent stories in the newspapers or the Internet about the high quality of Chicago Public Schools are, if you think about it, an underserved population. They need a TV show! Because otherwise their actual, real world experience of having children enrolled in public schools might lead them to the assumption that the schools suck.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Kelefa Sanneh, who always delivers funny, smart writing in the NYT, has this observation about contemporary pop music:

If you’ve been watching many of the post-“Idol” musical reality shows, you might have noticed that most of these putative amateurs behave an awful lot like old pros. Don’t worry. There are still a few naïve musical dreamers, rushing in where angels fear to tread. You just have to know where to look.

Those naïve musical dreamers are, turns out, Paris Hilton and K-Fed, he of the much You Tubed Teen Choice Awards debacle.

Mr. Federline can afford to set his own agenda; he seems to be rapping mainly because there’s no one who can stop him. So there he was, jumping up from the piano bench, throwing on a white cap and clumsily insisting, “The lifestyle, the rich living, the fast cars/Don’t hate ’cause I’m a superstar.” No doubt the 11-year-old haters in the crowd took notice.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Having my picture taken is one of my least favorite things in the world. I came across a site that gave tips to photographers for coping with people like me, based on the logic that if we actually like pictures of ourselves, we are more likely to pay for them.

Here's the most interesting tip--instead of "say cheese!" instruct the subject to squeeze his butt cheeks together. The result is a natural smile at such a goofy request and the overall affect is one of happy, curious expectation rather than forced pleasantness.