Friday, March 19, 2010

On GaGa

Ah yes, the title of my college thesis finds new life again. Anyway, via amphigory, comes this link to a good feminist article on Lady Gaga. Says everything I would want to say I think, such as:

The clip is just one more thing catering to pornographic male fantasies, part of a broader cultural story being read by young people forming their understanding of relationships and sexuality.


And also

This is not about being edgy. It's about playing to sex industry-inspired scripts. Fetishising sexual violence isn't all that imaginative. It's standard fare.


And now, I'm off to think about less annoying things.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Oldness and evidence thereof

I find it terribly amusing that new pop music videos are generally greeted by young people as an artistic breakthrough ("it's someone scantily clad and pretty singing and dancing in formation!!! Again!!!") and greeted by old fogies like me as a sign of the apocalypse. I'm not always so irritated by these things. The last Lady Gaga video (Bad Romance) was kind of interesting, if vapid, shallow and completely self-indulgent and self-absorbed.

Her new video though, ye gods. I hates it. I want those 9 minutes of my life back. There's no narrative, gratuitous product placement, has no relation to the song she's singing along to and is only shocking if you're 18 and easily titillated. Complete and utter train wreck. I'm not sure how the other dancers fit on the screen between Gaga and Beyonce's ginormous egos. I generally hate most pop music videos, but this is by far the worst piece of trash I've ever seen. That said, the song itself is tolerable if not inspired (would whoever is calling Gaga at the club please stop? she is busy dancing and doing fashion).

I know, I know, pop music is a young person's mug. Oldsters have the luxury of picking and choosing the good parts and dismissing the rest with no social stigma. Still, it irritates me. It's like mass training on how to be as stupid and vapid as possible. I guess I listed to songs like "unskinny bop" and "Rico Suave'" though, and I turned out okay. Right?

Also, you kids, off my lawn.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Comics! Comics! Comics!

SO, a brief break from work while I discuss something of vital importance. Comics! Well, we'll get to that in a second.

I'm in another vital round of "who do I want to be?" grappling with questions like "what do I want to let go of? and "what do I want to hang on to?" While these questions basically encompass every plane of my life, of specific interest to me as far as this post is concerned is the amount of STUFF I lug around with me. Some of it will be going and/or gone before I move. This we know. What I haven't had the time to figure out due to work stress is WHAT specifically will go and what will stay. It's thunderdome for pack rats! Two tchotchkes enter, one leaves!

ANYWAY, to return to the point which was fast drifting sideways at 80 miles an hour across the Australian desert, I think my 16 boxes of comics will not be trailing me for all time. I'd like to slim it down to a more manageable 4 or 5 or so. Or maybe none (I would love to have my entire collection be digital or in trades). So I will probably be getting rid of them soon. I'm pretty sure I don't have the patience to try and get "top dollar" for them on ebay and I've seen good arguments that they ain't worth that much in reality anyway. So I will either be selling them as bundles on craigslist or donating them to some people or just flat out recycling them.

This is where you come in. For those of you who know my collection and have any interest in it, shoot me an email and, depending on what you want, am likely to just donate it to you. If anyone wants a more detailed list, I'll see what I can do. But one way or another most of them will be gone in about a month and a half so now's the time to speak up if you're interested.

Just so you know.

Friday, February 19, 2010

one quick thing

I know I'm supposed to be fixing my server, but I have a moment while something is running in which I want to say:

Of COURSE the guy who crashed his plane into a building in Austin was a terrorist. He just wasn't an ISLAMIC terrorist. Terrorists can have skin other than brown and be things other than Arab! What kind of idiotic society is confused by this idea?

Thursday, February 18, 2010

one more thing

I think part of what inspired the post just below, is, I took physics as an undergraduate major so I could get into astronomy. And it never happened. And I recently read that one of the physics majors from my very small physics school (there were only ever about 4 of us in the program at one time) is now working at NASA studying the moon Titan. I totally could have done that. I completely failed to even remotely get it together enough to even figure out how to pursue my dream. I don't even know how he got there. And it's a shame, because i was fucking great at orbital mechanics. Anyway, a piece of my soul bared for the internet. My life isn't so bad now you understand, atmospherics physics for our good old earth ain't so bad, but I could have made more of myself. I just never bothered to.

Okay, there may be a new life rule #2 in my journal, which is: No posting after beers.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Waiting to exhale sobriety

No, that's not meant to be artistic. I just had 3 beers at the bar (2 bars actually) instead of the one I was initially aiming for, so I'm at work waiting to sober up, typing on my new netbook and decided to make a blog post. Plus my license is expired and I'm not sure DUI plus expired license would end particularly happily. I could talk about my new netbook but I think I'll save it for another time. It involves an operating system other than OS X that rhymes with "schmindows" so you can see it will be a post that sparks many strong feelings.

I have a new rule for my life that I wrote in bold letters in one of my journals that I still violate a little too frequently. That rule is: no more gaming blogs to watch the train wreck that is gaming forums. It is a waste of my life to spend time reading about all those other people wasting their lives. And yet, I can't look away. Probably because I am still working out what role gaming can have in the life of someone who is still growing, and working to be better than he/she is. I feel like the two things are largely incompatible. Like you can spend your life feeling good about new accomplishments like learning new languages, skills, or artistic outlets, or you can play games which give you an illusion of accomplishment, but that in no way actually made you smarter or has a lasting impact on you or the world at large. There are some good counter arguments to be made, namely that games are no worse than movies as an entertainment choice, but my counter would be watching movies as your sole leisure time activity would not necessarily be a fulfilling lifestyle either (although I think well crafted movies can inspire deeper though if they are genuinely artistic).

Anyway, that's a topic that can be argued later. What I want to talk about in particular is the arguments themselves. I constantly see arguments that are well thought out, and eloquent, and passionate . . . and it's about something like whether the death penalty is harsh enough in the game. Or whether the publisher did a good enough job marketing. Or whether the game mechanics are quality or not quality. And a lot of it about whether the game as a whole is good enough to suck them in from real life entirely. Like the lot of them are heroin addicts who have given up on real life entirely, and are now just bickering over which drug is the best destroyer of their potential. Like they've established what they are, they're just arguing about dosage. I'm being too harsh, I know. I just feel like if some of those guys could put the same amount of passion into their job, or their relationship, or anything with lasting and edifying effects whatsoever, it would be a really good thing. It just bothers me to see a whole bunch of men (maybe more teenagers than I think?) arguing about video game mechanics, with all the full-on alpha male posturing and seriousness of real-world debates. Like it's a symptom of the fall of the empire. Like we have a population and voting public full of people who make a great show of being very knowledgeable about tabloid fluff (because it's way easier to have strong opinions and involved theories about celebrity gossip and video games than it is about bridge engineering or governmental policy), and fewer and fewer who bother to learn hard things, which the real world is necessarily made of.

Okay, rant over. A lot of this is just projection on my part I know. Because I have mostly been the type of person to master easy things (games, comic book lore) instead of hard things (physics, astronomy) even though I have really good mental hardware and could do so much more with the resources I have. It bothers me. And it bothers me that it doesn't seem to bother anyone else.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Cat's Cradle review

So I'm trying out goodreads. Blogging some of my reviews. Most of my web presence recently has been twitter or goodreads reviews, hoping to change that, but in the meantime at least I can add those things to my blog.

A Confederacy of Dunces A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I am unsure how I arrived at the ripe old age of 33 without ever having read this book. Or even heard of it. I believe was deprived for the lack. Ignatius J. Reilly may be the most interesting and entertaining protagonist I've ever encountered in a novel. He is both right and decent and introduced me to all that is proper in theology and geometry as well as the importance of being in touch with one's valve. Actually he's awful, but in the most entertaining way possible. And it's not just him, the whole book is full of extremely unique characters with plot threads that dance around ignatius as he stumbles around town in search of employment. Gah, my meager words don't even begin to do it justice. If you like great dialogue, if you like interesting and crazy protagonists, then read this book immediately. And then hug it. and love it. And keep it. It's so good.

As a side note, in the character of Ignatius John Kennedy Toole manages to lampoon just about every arrogant internet nerd with absolutely no self-awareness wallowing in online forums that I've ever come across. Either he is a mad prophet of the future, or he distills a personality type that probably always exists in the male population in some percentage, just in the 60's all they had were big chief notebooks with which to scrawl their grandiose ideas in between masturbation sessions. Read the book, you'll see what I mean.

goodreads

Cat's Cradle Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Again, I'm not sure how I got to be 33 without reading Kurt Vonnegut. I think I've been living under a rock. This was a great book, kinda weird, well written, in a sub-genre I have an affinity for. Who could have thought that the people who are acclaimed as great writers are actually great writers?

Friday, December 04, 2009

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Movie Dump Tuesday

First, an oddly charming nicely done version of some teenager singing a split-screen duet with himself. Nicely timed and charming. Ish. I kind of think everyone would do a little better doing something completely narcissistic as a way of helping you like yourself. Well, at least the people who struggle with that sort of thing (cough, cough)



Second, but not least, Devin Townsend in Vampira, which is one of my favorite songs right now and a very funny, Oingo Boingoish video (and yes, the oingo boingo vibe is one reason he appeals to me). Anyway, only anti-matt seems to like devin that I know of, but I feel compelled to share anyway.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Oh John Ringo NO

Dont' actually read this book review, if you don't want to be nauseated by what some men get off on, but "Oh John Ringo NO" or variations thereupon may be my new favorite reaction to bizarre, misogynistic men.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Cancelled!

So, after doing my bills last night and getting very depressed not only over the state of my debt in general and how much I've spent just this month, I decided to cancel my Tivo services, which I wasn't using anyway since I haven't even plugged in so much as an antenna since I moved to Portland, and also my Champions Online subscription which I'm not using. And then started looking around my house for things I could sell. And then got depressed reading about how hard it is to make any money I have from selling the comics I have right now. Anyway, long story short, money sucks.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

All Nerd

This one probably won't mean much to anyone but me. Well, most poetry doesn't mean much except to the author. Anyway, enjoy. Or claw your eyes out to save your soul. Whichever you prefer.

All Nerd
by Soylent H

Spinning in my head, swirling:

all doubt
all pain
all sad

Scratching lines on the door, howling:

all rage
all angst
all despair

Standing on the roof, shining:

all fear
all hope
all brave

Coruscating bands of energy, singing:

all creation
all destruction
all change

Shimmering waves of power, humming:

All Potential
All Nothing
All Things

A beacon of omniscience, becoming:

All I want
to be
is the universe

Monday, November 02, 2009

Great Falls to Portland

For those of you who enjoy motion sickness, here's a really bad video of my drive from Great Falls to Walla Walla to Portland. There's lots of shaking due to poor camera work in some parts and it's just my digital camera's movie function so it doesn't look great, but I took quite a bit of footage and figured I should at least show some of it. Share and enjoy.