Sunday, July 25, 2004

garden state


I'm still so excited about this movie. I hope my high expectations won't be dashed to the ground like the pinata that ran away to no avail. If I were using a mac, I would know how to key in the squiggly above the 'n' -- what's that called? Now I feel ignant. Aaaaanyhoo, yeah, excited! whoooo!

Remember? This movie's descriptive adjectives are everything I want to be. Those four words.

Zach Braff has a blog about it.

And the official site with goodies. Click/read on lots of things to get different clips to magically appear.

Watch this... The part where Howard Dean goes Waaaaaugh crazy is particularly tickling.
And for Teen Girl Squad fans, there's a new ep up at home.
** Okay, I swear there was a new one up yesterday. It was called Decemberween or something like that. You had to click on the upper right hand corner where they're all like, look at all these fun new updated things. And the girls jump into a lion... and... oh...
what happened to it?

Monday, July 19, 2004

smart words

Whilst I was grousing over lack of ipod and looking up the story via the Duke website, my sleepy eyes perked up at the mention of "blog watch." Nothin' like a new blog to give new meaning to life! Well, it just so happens that the blog belongs to a former political science professor of mine, whom I still hold in high regard. Like, totally check it out man... He's smart, makes you not only think, but laugh as well (le gasp!).

Read what Killer Grease Mungowitz has to say.

His thoughts on Fahrenheit 9/11

ipod too late

I'm shaking my fist angrily. And uselessly.

Duke's incoming freshman class gets freakin ipods. I don't remember getting anything. Maybe a keychain? One of those warning whistles? What the hell.

"Futhey said she also expects students to develop their own content and interesting new uses for the devices. 'I could easily imagine our student newspaper creating a weekly or daily audio editorial that students could listen to as they walk across campus'..."

Puh-lease. angry. useless.

Sunday, July 18, 2004

festivals of siren


This was my mum and dad when they were young. Mum was a simple farm girl, renowned in the village for her long blond locks and the subject of many local poems about sheep-tending lasses. Here she is pictured without her hook. Or whatever it is that Little Bo Peep has. Dad was a city boy, who made a living playing the jazz piano with similarly derby-hatted asian cats. This was their first trip to a race track. I inherited none of my mom's slenderness or her beauteous locks, nor any of my dad's devilish charm and intellectual air.

Actually, these nice people, who are most likely not even Korean, were just enjoying themselves at yesterday's Siren Festival. Check out some cool pics chez Youngna.

Sadly I missed the Fiery Furnaces but caught the Constantines, Mission of Burma, and Trail of Dead. Fun times were had. A Coney Island day topped off with some of Mamoun's shwarma plus gelato was a nicely tiring day. And of course it was one of those new york nights when al fresco dining is le plus charmant and le plus filling of how-come-I-can't-move-to-the-city-now thoughts.

Tuesday, July 13, 2004


The Senate will vote on the Federal Marriage Amendment sometime this week. Take at least a minute out of your day and voice your opinion, electronically though that may be, if you believe in equal rights.

Human Rights Campaign

Monday, July 12, 2004

listen to the nation's heartbeat

Frank Rich wrote an interesting column on how, despite its news-making brouhaha, "Fahrenheit 9/11," is not really indicative of us. Maybe that's all in the realm of Captain Obvious, but Rich writes a nice paean (I knew those SAT vocab words would come in handy one day! Blogabulary!) to "Spider-man 2." Thank goodness he wrote it. Like, totally more, like, eloquent - than my thoughts, after seeing Spidey 2 and Fahrenheit within a week of each other and feeling the obligation to type a little tune on here about them.

Now I don't have to pretend to try so hard at successfully transporting the thoughts in my head to here, verbalize and such. I was surprised at how much I liked Spiderman 2, seeing as how for the first one, I was like "ehhhh, what's the big fuss." But I loved the humor and yes, the humanity (Yummy!) of le seconde.

Fahrenheit was moving and manipulative and maddening and funny too. But c'mon, it's a Michael Moore documentary. You sort of get what you sign up for. (insert comment here about Iraq). Still, as Rich writes, Spidey is "an escapist movie that serves as a rebuke to what its audience wants to escape from:a pop culture that is often too shrill and an election-year political culture that increasingly mimics that pop culture."

In a way, though, the two sort of worked together. Like a good entree and a nice wine. The whole great power comes with great responsibility. Thinking things out, but understanding that life goes on and more bad things happen while you're struggling to sort. Fahrenheit is a warning. Spiderman 2 is a warning and an example.

More: AO Scott on Fahrenheit and Passion of Christ, commenting on getting over politeness in the movies.

Summer Reading

My tutoree has all these summer reading books that I haven't heard of, except for A Tree Grows in Brooklyn . What happened to good ol' Animal Farm and Watership Down ?? Talking animals. Now that's good readin'.

I recently just ordered delivery of the NYT so I don't pay a dollar every day on my way to work. But really, a lot of times I end up reading the arts section, first page, op-eds, and attempting the crossword puzzle (I know today is only Monday but it seemed disarmingly easy. Look up there! There's my head full of air! Don't worry, my lack of skill will come back home when it gets hungry). I didn't even rifle through the rest of the sections, so I wouldn't have noticed the NYT "Great Summer Read" insert but for good ol' Gothamist.

They're serializing four novels, starting with The Great Gatsby. You get excerpts every day except Sunday, so by then, you've finished a book. It's kind of a cool idea. If it catches on or has a life beyond the summer, it'll be interesting, all harkening back to the printed pages of yore.

I remember Gatsby being pretty high up on my i-like-this high school reading list. One of the most frustrating, and arguably beautiful, things about books though, is that not only are there so many out there for the reading, your views/opinions of them change as you age and grow. Okay, that's not exactly a subtle observation. But I'm always a little surprised when books, like people, spring higher or fall down from you're expecting since you last met. I'm hoping I will enjoy Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man much more the second, older time around.

Though, now that I think about it, everything's sorta like that. Expectations, the meeting of them, and the gaps. Mind the gap.

But, no matter what, I won't like roller coasters. That's right. I'm a party pooper. You go have fun on your death machine. I'll go win an unhuggable toy animal stuffed with newspaper.

Sunday, July 11, 2004

slow returns


Well, it's been awhile. Many things have happened. Most I don't remember. I want to trade in my memory for a new one. Though that would be dangerous. That smacks a bit too much of erasing memory like in Eternal Sunshine... , and of course bad consequence. Mmmm. Degeneration of thought...complete...sentences. I'm too tired. MMmm. Just need memory upgrade. That's all.

On Monday, went to see the triple threat - Guster, Ben Folds, and Rufus Wainwright. Pow pow pow! See, that's three pows. Where was this pow-erful concert? you might ask. I answer you with a wink. The wink of the answer will only register if you can proudly, and unproudly, call yourself a true NJ denizen. Yes. The venue previously known as Hunka Bunka has turned into the Starland Ballroom. They had great commercials on Z100. Remember Z100? Hunka Bunka. *giggle* Z100. *snicker*. Oh look, pretentious snobby asterisks!

Aaaanyways. The Trinity are rotating orders over their summer tour and it ended up being in that order. Guster, Ben, Rufus. I was not over-excited about seeing Guster, solid performers though they are, mostly because they were the only ones I had already seen in concert and plus, I lost track of their tracks with their newest album. But, I have to say, I had the funnest (Mmm. Grammar for midnight snack) time during their set. They just played a really great, tight set with fun-ness abounding...

Ben Folds is just an amazing artist. He tickles my ivories. Ok that sounds just dirty. I was jealous of his piano-ing skills. Craziness that his songs sound just as great and full by himself as with a band and stuff. There was lots of audience participation, where Ben showed his conducting skills, a la the saint-like radiant picture. I was pleased at this nerdy quality. He is like me!


So I was most excited about Rufus because I had never seen him and he is so way cool. But I was tired by the time his cute and stylish self stepped onto the stage.I think maybe it was his birthday? He got some stuffed dogs from an adoring fan. There was also an adoring fan right next to me, who in his not-so-pretty-little-head decided that he sounded just as great as Rufus on every damn song and that crazy laughter at artist-audience banter was appropriate. He played "Poses" for one of the encores so I went home satisfied. What lovely song-writing he does.

Still, the best parts when they all performed with each other. Ben coming out for Guster. Guster backing up Ben, reincarnating band-y Ben Folds Five days. Ben and Rufus. Rufus and Guster. All the combinations, the cameraderie! I'm too tired to keep continuing. Thanks to Milkpan for use of his pics.

Sidenote: I have Interpol's leaked track "Evil" en repeat and in my head for disturbingly long periods of time. It's so damn catchy. Evil. Chuh. That's right. Sometimes I ask myself, why do you write words on this site. And then I wonder. Until I fall asleep 2 minutes later.