Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Another Void

That's just so stupid.

Sony has shelved Fiona Apple's latest album Extraordinary Machine for months because they can't find a single if it punched them in nose. Right where your eyes start tearing and it looks like you're crying like a leetle girl even if you're not really crying ... on the outside.

Practice makes Perfect

I was hoping to find some inspiration on the ol' school career website. They have these really helpful and witty lines so I thought I would practice my cover letter writing skills with them here before I send them out into the void. In previous years of what is known as the internship hunt, I have sent out many-a-cover letter and resume out to places and never gotten a word of hello back and I don't expect the job hunt to be much different. This is known as The Void. The Void can also be an ironical name of a band who has some hit and some hype and then disappears into itself.

As you will see, I have much to practice. Now without further ado: First in the Practice makes Perfect Series:

Dear Void,

I was very impressed with what John Doe told me at the Career Fair about your great organization. I love organizations. Now I will pretend to have a very deep knowledge of what your organization does and stands for and make my case for why I should be included in your staff.

I believe my resume shows my high energy level/ability to prioritize academics, activities, and work/experience at juggling responsibilities/ability to meet deadlines. I am DETAIL ORIENTED. I cannot emphasize how much more DETAIL ORIENTED I could ever be. I also know what the Internet is. I have much skill.

I will be home for the rest of my life and will call you next week to arrange a convenient time in early May after the April showers when we can meet to talk about opportunities for me at ABCD, where I would fit in just fine. I will not sell you my soul.


Monday, April 19, 2004

if wishes were fishes...

I don't like it when life is like when you're one of those wind-up toys and you're trying to go somewhere but you run up against the wall and you try and try fruitlessly to get past this impossible wall?

It sucks because of the wall. And also because you're a wind-up toy.

Maybe that's why I'm so tired. If only I can turn the giant key in my back, things would be better now. Wait, there's still the wall.


Sunday, April 18, 2004

Take the A Train


Saw the Classical Theatre of Harlem's production of Trojan Women on Friday. The play is by Euripedes so that makes it, oh, thousands of years old. Don't worry your pretty little head, classic plays are supposed to be timeless!! Ah, that Mother has said "you could be kind of pretty if only you tried" has no relevance here. Sometimes these classic timeless plays are presented as dustily as ever and tries aren't enough. We've had a lot of Greek drama or stories presented to us this semester - just the luck of the season. But most of them, well, it makes you seriously think about that law where you're not supposed to yell "Fire!" in a movie theater as Escape Plan B.

Anyways, Trojan Women is the story of the aftermath of the Trojan War. The Greeks have won (Remember the horse story?) and the Trojan women are the spoils. Their husbands have been killed; they have been raped and will be forced into slavery or murdered. A baby boy is tossed from a tower because he could one day become a fighting Trojan soldier.

This is a fiercely anti-war play though interestingly, critics of the Euripedes text say, "one can hardly call The Trojan Women a good piece of work, but it seems nevertheless to be a great tragedy." Ouch. Lucky for us, director, Alfred Preisser, has adapted the text, helping to make it powerfully accessible and hit close to home again and again. This play interweaves harrowing real life accounts of women who have survived in places like Sierra Leone, Somalia, and Iraq. A diplomat speaks in honeyed bs mediaspeak, with lines about winning and losing and occupation that have a gosh darn familiar ring, making the audience lreact with laughs from the utter ridiculousness of the statements and horror at its disjunct with reality.

The acting is disturbingly moving. The women succeed in a collective desperation, putting the chain-link fence to good use, clawing it, hitting it, attempting to climb over it. The decision to have the fence as part of the set works perfectly, separating the audience from the caged women, increasing the feeling of helplessness and hopelessness.

From the talkback afterwards, it was quite evident that the cast is incredibly intelligent and passionate about their work. Twelve year old, Zora Howard, was more eloquent and thoughtful about faith in God(s) in the play than most college students I know can be. Being an all-black cast added richness to the issues of slavery and oppression. I think Preisser actually improved upon Euripedes' work in the adaptation while remaining true to it, filling it out dramatically. It runs til the 25th of April so get on the A train and have an experience that's well worth $19.'s review

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Thursday, April 15, 2004

social butterfly

You know, I was thinking the other day, that this world needed more social networking available online. Especially in college. Now, thanks to thefacebook I can visualize my social net and also network with other smart intelligent pretty people.

Ah, yes, the popular way to describe it is friendster for college, namely Harvard, Columbia, Stanford, Yale, Cornell, Dartmouth, UPenn, MIT, BU, NYU, Berkeley, Brown, Princeton, Duke, Georgetown, and UVa. This will really facilitate taking over the world! Yes, shed your Abercombie garments and let's go make a difference!!!! Oh wait, what do people in California wear? My bad! Personally, I make my own clothes. Let's compare how we say the same thing in different ways in each geographical section of the country! We are so different and yet so the same!!!!

Damn curiosity!!! Now my coolness factor has been lowered because I signed up and what's cooler than being cool with a social network as vast as the seven seas is not having one at all!! (oh my, the way we cope). Oh well. I have some feeling that this college tidbit will have a shorter life than the frozen yogurt fascination. I will now continue my snobbish ways and go listen to some music by a band that you haven't heard of before.

Mmmm. Nonsense. It's refreshing isn't it? Especially after all that reality tv you just watched.

Here's something from Duke that I'm proud of!! Whoa! The Fine by Me project started last year at Duke, producing t-shirts that say: "gay? fine by me" and getting people around campus to wear them. So simple and yet an immediately obvious show of support and pride. Read the FAQ section for details on how this started and how to start a campaign of at your own school/community. Buy a shirt for yourself and your friends. In fact, go ahead and use thefacebook.


don't clean it. cuz it's dirty on purpose


I know you dig my overlong and unfunny title. Thanks. Hold all applause and applesauce.

I heard about dirty on purpose last summer and remember checking out the tracks on their first ep. I remember them being cool. They vaguely reminded me of Explosions in the Sky. Probably because at least one of the tracks was instrumental. and layery. Anyways, since they are in my messed up computer I can't refresh my memory with a lemony scent.

Anyways, now they are coming out with a 2nd EP called Sleep Late For A Better Tomorrow. It's a title that I can identify with. I put it on those "HI. My Name is: " to identify myself at social functions while I circulate and network gracefully and charmingly. I'm in bad form today. Pay no heed. Anyways, the previews of the tracks on this EP jolted me probably because it is less jangley, more poppy. Take a listen and compare to song from first EP from here .

The previews got me re-excited though. They sound check-them-out-worthy if you like layers and don't mind lots of repeated notes*. I hope to see them live. Well seeing them living would be creepy because I don't think they're ready for reality tv. LYVE. That's better. Muzzles on the fingers! Tell me what you think!

*hi interpol. i hear you have a new well-dressed album coming out. despite scoffs i hope it's good. thanks for listening. ok you can go back to your red and black world now.

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

cold marble slab


Praise praise praise from the nytimes about the redevelopment of lincoln center... a place which I can't seem to escape. Once they get you in their grips with their "music program" for "precollege" and "juilliard" they never let gooooooo. Snob snob snob. Anyhoo, they're all praisey because the design does this meshing between the past and future. "modern vintage" and "reflexive modernity" That's *gumsnap* like Like, cool.

Monday, April 05, 2004

Jersey Girl

Oh, the darling suburbs, which is not spelled like rhubarb. I know they don't even sound alike at the end. Burb. Barb. Tomayto Tomahto. If you, and verily likely you are, are from these charming regions of America, you best read Our Sprawling, Supersize Utopia from this Sunday's NYT Magazine.

Oh David Brooks, you ring far too many bells. Are they charming and cheery like holiday jingle bells? I think they are a little more edgy. Like the insane going kind.

I digress. Brooks writes about the US of A turning into one big WalMart parking lot. Move to Canada while you can!! Har Har. The suburbs, themselves, are starting to have suburbs ... or "exurbs" .. spraaaaaawwwwwwl stretching far as the eye can see, like a nationwide taffy. From sea to shining sea! Terrible for your teeth, though.

The article is pretty interesting and funny at times, as it's almost impossible to talk about the suburbs without some pokes and making fun. I especially like the bit on the "crunchy" suburb and Trader Joe's (Hello Westfield, NJ!!) "where all the cashiers look as if they are on loan from Amnesty International and all the snack food is especially designed for kids who come home from school screaming, 'Mom, I want a snack that will prevent colorectal cancer!' " Hey man, they have $3 wine. What's not to love?

Anyways, I find it pretty interesting that Brooks has sort of sectioned off different kinds of suburbs into "cultural" (not necessarily ethnic/racial) areas. Maybe it's me, but in NJ, we seem to be all smooshed together. Trader Joes, Rainforest Cafes, golf courses, Behemoth-Mart, and most importantly, Asian food marts and other such 'diversity' delights all pretty much in each other's backyards. And maybe Brooks talks about how we all tend to create these 'types' and stick to our own kind, (I like a nice chocolate fondue myself) creating segments. And maybe I have this sheen-of-optimism/naivete about my hometown, but I hope all these segments in places that aren't smooshy get more mashed together, like potatoes (that's good ol' American fare!), not to lose individuality, identity, yadda yadda, but so that people have accessibility to all sorts of "cultural zones". So that Taiwanese girls and Ukrainian boys can hold hands peacefully in their soccer fields and malls and sing along to the current American Idol "hit".

One in nine people in America are born in a foreign city. Pretty cool eh? Don't forget the American Dream. This funny concept, a non-reality that so often has to do with materiality, might be the only glue that holds us together as an American people. And yes, don't forget American Idol!!! (I'm sleepy, I put myself on repeat).

Brooks definitely starts to put on his Super-Rosy glasses and gets too happy-lala-optimistic towards the end of the article, but I think it's generally a good read.

cafe-hopping part trois

Hallo. Where I have been, I'm not quite sure. I'm a psychological itinerant. Find me a home! hahahaha. I'm currently foraging for future options (gotta start sometime!), getting certain emails from school reminding me of my hapless fate, like: Make sure you get your school insurance. Oh, graduating seniors, disregard this email, as you will be left to fend for yourself. Look there's me waving from my cardboard box!

Aaaanyway, it's about time for another edition of the tres trendy series for non-Starry cafe fanatics.

Tarallucci e Vino is a block away from the famous dessert place, Veniero's, on the corner of 1st Ave and 10th St. They've got the tastiest cappuccinos I've had in the city. They offer a selection of dessert goodies ranging from basic to ooh-la-la, gelato, and panini along with their coffee/tea and wine. It's a pretty small place but a great place to lounge if you get one of the few tables in the back. It's less comfy on the stools by the window, but there you can people watch (it's like tv, but real! wait...) all the crazy NYU students and hipsters passing by, like little boats. No, not like little boats. Some outdoor seating in nice weather, which we apparently are not allowed to have any more. Oh, let's gripe about the weather some more, it's so original.

Artwork on the walls and the best selection of music (translation: my taste in music) over the speakers. There was a funny episode today when I was there, when this elderly guy reading the paper couldn't take the long-ish techno song that was playing. He was like Argh (in elderly man tones) Grrr and complained that he was going nuts. The kind workers said, oh no problem, we'll change the music. He sits down amidst the strains of Interpol and Blur. I hear him say loudly to the young lady beside him, Whatever happened to Mozart!!! Heehee. He was kind of funny in the grumpy way. Anyways, I liked the music and it stands out from the regular classical/jazz/muzak that is played elsewhere.

Another place I tried out a couple weeks ago was Gorilla Coffee (97 5th Ave; Brooklyn, NY) which is in the 2004 issue of Best of New York for best espresso. It was, indeed, quite excellent.. I could have had a whole cup of it. Mmmmmmmm. They roast their coffee on the premises; it's pretty cool.. there's this great big honking machine in the back. Vibe not so kitschy and so purposefully 'coffeehouse' but it has tables, chairs, counters, and windows. That's really all you need. Also good music played here.