I was lamenting not being able to go see Bloc Party on Sunday when it was pointed out to me that I was also missing out on something even bigger and better on Saturday: the Sasquatch Festival at the Gorge Amphitheater in George, Washington (gotta love that town's name!).
I've only been to the Gorge once, but it ranks right up there in my top three concerts - pretty impressive, since I didn't really like any of the three bands we saw!
Here's the story: my friend was turning 30 that year, and like many soon-to-be 30 year old women in North America that year, she had succumbed to the Rob Thomas syndrome (this is a curious medical condition that afflicted many 30 year old women that summer; symptoms included faintness, heart palpitations, sweaty palms, romantic delusions and other sexually-related side-effects. Fortunately, I happened to be immune).
I actually was clueless as to who Rob Thomas was, but she soon filled me in with all the details - he was the singer for a band called Matchbox 20 who was very popular on the radio that year (I don't listen to the radio, so was unaware of this cultural phenomenon). Matchbox 20 were appearing at the Gorge in Washington right around my friend's birthday - did we want to get a group of people together and go see the concert?
Me, go see a band I've never heard of? Sure thing! Me, go into a different country, to a venue I've never heard of? Point me in the right direction!
But we would be camping out on site after the concert - we don't camp! We don't own a tent, or sleeping bags! I asked if I could borrow my brothers' - nope, he had loaned it out to someone else. So I was able to organize to borrow my friend's old tent. We rented a car, because we were afraid ours might not make the trip.
And then September 11 happened. The concert was the week after the disaster. The borders were practically impenetrable. We live five minutes from the border; usually we can leave our house and be in the States in ten minutes. On this particular Saturday morning, we sat in line at the border for three hours while guards used mirrors to check for bombs under cars; trunks were searched; passports were produced and scrutinized. We had planned to do lunch in Seattle; we didn't get across the border until after 12.
By the time we hit Seattle, we were still in a convoy with our friends. But a woman riding with them had a panic attack, and so they zoomed off. We lost them in the traffic, and never saw them again. We had no idea where we were going, so we followed the signs to Yakima and hoped for the best.
Five hours later, we were in the middle of the desert (practically). We found the site, parked, set up the tent my brother had borrowed at the last minute from his roommate, and went over to try and find our friends at the concert.
The place was breathtaking. Set on the edge of a canyon, you looked down from the hill to the stage, and beyond that into the gorge and river. The weather was unbelievable - a warm, constant temperature enveloped us all night. The scent of the neighbouring alfalfa fields perfumed the air.
We never found our friends. A couple ended up offering us their extra tickets in the 'Headzone' (or whatever it was called) - we had chairs in the 12th row, while, it turned out, our friends spent the whole concert sitting way back up on the dirt on the hill.
Pete Yorn, a folk rocker, opened (not my kind of music), followed by Train (a very pleasant surprise - the guy's a real showman), and the night ended with Matchbox 20 (I'm still not a convert). In spite of that, the night was truly magical. The Gorge really is one of the top venues in North America - if not the world.
So, if you're not doing anything this Saturday, take a drive over to George, Washington, and for a measly $55 you can see some of my personal favorites, Pixies, Wilco, The Arcade Fire, and Bloc Party as well as a whole bunch of other good acts: Modest Mouse, Kanye West, Ray Lamontagne, Jem, U.S.E., Joanna Newsom, A.C.Newman, The Frames, Bobby Bare Jr., Be Good Tanyas, Benevento-Russo Duo, Matisyahu, Visqueen, Blue Scholars, Smoosh and Aqueduct.
You won't be disappointed.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
CSI and Tarantino by Lezah
Thursday night's season finale of CSI was directed by Quentin Tarantino, and attracted 30.1 million viewers. The fifth season of TV's highest rated drama was a two hour long thriller that did not follow the usual CSI crime/evidence collection/science lesson/problem solved format; Tarantino not only directed but also conceived of this particular episode, and it showed. This episode did start with a crime, but was light on clues, so there was little in the way of evidence collection/science lesson; in addition, even though the show was two hours long, there was a finite time frame in which the problem had to be solved, and this tension and urgency was translated very well to the viewer.
There were also some typical Tarantino touches in the use of cameo appearance from older actors (Tony Curtis et al.),the scene where two characters played a board game, discussing the rules in lengthy and nerdy depth, and the quirky, evocative music (The Turtles) used during the discovery of key evidence scene. Some of the shots were pure Tarantino as well, especially the scene where Grisson stands outside of the shed; he is off-centre and the use of negative space speaks to the isolation of a person in a situation such as this. Likewise, Tarantino directed the character Warwick in a very different way than he is normally portrayed, both in actions and in delivery of dialogue.
In the Lower Mainland, where I live, a huge storm swept through that evening during the show which only added to the mood; chilling, suspenseful, and more than a little twisted, I enjoyed this episode immensely and look forward to seeing it again in reruns, because I always find that Tarantino packs so much in that I often don't catch it all the first time around.
Lezah
There were also some typical Tarantino touches in the use of cameo appearance from older actors (Tony Curtis et al.),the scene where two characters played a board game, discussing the rules in lengthy and nerdy depth, and the quirky, evocative music (The Turtles) used during the discovery of key evidence scene. Some of the shots were pure Tarantino as well, especially the scene where Grisson stands outside of the shed; he is off-centre and the use of negative space speaks to the isolation of a person in a situation such as this. Likewise, Tarantino directed the character Warwick in a very different way than he is normally portrayed, both in actions and in delivery of dialogue.
In the Lower Mainland, where I live, a huge storm swept through that evening during the show which only added to the mood; chilling, suspenseful, and more than a little twisted, I enjoyed this episode immensely and look forward to seeing it again in reruns, because I always find that Tarantino packs so much in that I often don't catch it all the first time around.
Lezah
Sahara Movie Review by Lezah
I went to a movie with a friend who is a huge movie buff. She recommended Sahara, partly because she had seen everything else out there already, and partly because we had a 7 and 10 year old in tow, so what we saw had to be 'kid friendly'.
So we saw Sahara, which hadn't been getting super good reviews, apparently: 2 stars, sometimes 3. But frankly, I thought it was quite good - for its genre.
Based on Clive Cussler's Dirk Pitt novels, Sahara is an action/adventure flick, kind of in the school of Indiana Jones, but in this case we have a couple of deep-sea diving treasure hunters who are looking for a long-vanished Civil War ship. Their search takes them to Africa where they become involved in a WHO mission, which further morphs into a potential environmental disaster of global proportions.
Matthew McConaughey stars in this Breck Eisner directed, independently financed project, along with his current real-life love interest Penelope Cruz; also co-starring is the very funny Steve Zahn and William H. Macy.
Now, usually McConaughey does not usually make much of an impression on me when I've seen him in movies: I usually look at him and think to myself, now there's a guy who's losing his hair. Shallow , I know, but true (well, at least it looks that way to me).
Anyway, in this film I found McConaughey to be absolutely riveting - I couldn't take my eyes off him, and the state of his hair loss did not once enter my mind. Likewise, the scenery was something that evoked a fairly strong reaction in me: the initial scenes of Lagos, Nigeria made me think that there was a place I NEVER wanted to visit; but as they moved inland, up the river, the scenery changed and I actually felt like I wanted to go there, to see and visit places like that. And I guess that that is part of the magic of movies: if you can't go there yourself, they take you there and make it feel like you've been there. And that's kind of how it was with this film.
Interestingly enough, McConaughey co-produced this film, and spend six weeks this spring driving all over the southern USA in a truck and customized Airstream trailer promoting the film. So he must have felt it, too.
So we saw Sahara, which hadn't been getting super good reviews, apparently: 2 stars, sometimes 3. But frankly, I thought it was quite good - for its genre.
Based on Clive Cussler's Dirk Pitt novels, Sahara is an action/adventure flick, kind of in the school of Indiana Jones, but in this case we have a couple of deep-sea diving treasure hunters who are looking for a long-vanished Civil War ship. Their search takes them to Africa where they become involved in a WHO mission, which further morphs into a potential environmental disaster of global proportions.
Matthew McConaughey stars in this Breck Eisner directed, independently financed project, along with his current real-life love interest Penelope Cruz; also co-starring is the very funny Steve Zahn and William H. Macy.
Now, usually McConaughey does not usually make much of an impression on me when I've seen him in movies: I usually look at him and think to myself, now there's a guy who's losing his hair. Shallow , I know, but true (well, at least it looks that way to me).
Anyway, in this film I found McConaughey to be absolutely riveting - I couldn't take my eyes off him, and the state of his hair loss did not once enter my mind. Likewise, the scenery was something that evoked a fairly strong reaction in me: the initial scenes of Lagos, Nigeria made me think that there was a place I NEVER wanted to visit; but as they moved inland, up the river, the scenery changed and I actually felt like I wanted to go there, to see and visit places like that. And I guess that that is part of the magic of movies: if you can't go there yourself, they take you there and make it feel like you've been there. And that's kind of how it was with this film.
Interestingly enough, McConaughey co-produced this film, and spend six weeks this spring driving all over the southern USA in a truck and customized Airstream trailer promoting the film. So he must have felt it, too.
No Triple Crown by Lezah
Once again we will not have a Triple Crown winner - and we need one. The jewel of thoroughbred racing, a triple header of three races, the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, and the Belmont, has not been won since 1979. We have come close a number of times in the last decade with horses like Smarty Jones winning the Derby and the Preakness only to fade in the Belmont, but this year's surprise upset Derby winner Giacomo was trounced in the second leg by Afleet Alex.
I have an interest in thoroughbred racing (aka The Sport of Kings), simply because it helped pay my university tuition: every morning for four years I would wake up when it was still pitch-black out and make my way to the backstretch in all kinds of weather in order to gallop racehorses around the track before heading off to class. I wasn't a jockey - I'm neither small enough nor light enough - I was merely an exercise rider. But it was a job I liked on a number of different levels, in spite of the fact that it was the most physically challenging thing I have ever done in my life.
When the movie 'Seabiscuit' came out two summers ago, there were hopes that it would help revive the flagging thoroughbred industry which has been in a slow decline since the economic crash of the mid 1980s. Likewise, every year that the Derby comes around people hope for a Triple Crown winner for the same reason.
Tommy Wolski, on-air commentator and former jockey, was asked recently if Derby winner Giacomo should win the Triple Crown and he said no. No, because he felt Giacomo was not a great horse. Maybe a lucky horse, but not a great horse, and what thoroughbred racing needs is a great horse. I might agree with the sentiment, but I disagree with his reasoning.
I don't think anyone would have called Seattle Slew a great horse, pre-Derby. A $17,000 purchase, he was likely one of the cheaper horses to run in this class of race over the last 30 years. But he won the Triple Crown, and went on to be a very good (if not great) sire. As far as I'm concerned, the proof is in the pudding: if the horse wins, that is what makes him great, not the fact that he's by a famous sire or he brought a huge pricetag or he has a well-known owner or trainer.
Afleet Alex is another interesting case. He was a long shot for the Derby, but finished a gallant third. Then in the Preakness he was making his move in the turn when he was bumped and went down to his knees. Few horses survive a mis-step like this at that speed; often they will go down, taking others with them. But not Afleet Alex: he not only regained his balance, but he then surged forward and won by an amazing four lengths. Not amazing in the way Secretariat pulled away from the pack by 25 lengths way back when, but amazing nonetheless considering the potential disaster he had just recovered from.
Likewise, Afleet Alex comes with a great human interest story: bought for $75,000 (not considered a lot of money if you're running in this class) by first-time owners, much of the money he makes goes to a young girl named Alex (for whom the horse is named) who is raising money for cancer research with her Alex's Lemonade Stand.
Go to www.afleetalex.com for more details.
I have an interest in thoroughbred racing (aka The Sport of Kings), simply because it helped pay my university tuition: every morning for four years I would wake up when it was still pitch-black out and make my way to the backstretch in all kinds of weather in order to gallop racehorses around the track before heading off to class. I wasn't a jockey - I'm neither small enough nor light enough - I was merely an exercise rider. But it was a job I liked on a number of different levels, in spite of the fact that it was the most physically challenging thing I have ever done in my life.
When the movie 'Seabiscuit' came out two summers ago, there were hopes that it would help revive the flagging thoroughbred industry which has been in a slow decline since the economic crash of the mid 1980s. Likewise, every year that the Derby comes around people hope for a Triple Crown winner for the same reason.
Tommy Wolski, on-air commentator and former jockey, was asked recently if Derby winner Giacomo should win the Triple Crown and he said no. No, because he felt Giacomo was not a great horse. Maybe a lucky horse, but not a great horse, and what thoroughbred racing needs is a great horse. I might agree with the sentiment, but I disagree with his reasoning.
I don't think anyone would have called Seattle Slew a great horse, pre-Derby. A $17,000 purchase, he was likely one of the cheaper horses to run in this class of race over the last 30 years. But he won the Triple Crown, and went on to be a very good (if not great) sire. As far as I'm concerned, the proof is in the pudding: if the horse wins, that is what makes him great, not the fact that he's by a famous sire or he brought a huge pricetag or he has a well-known owner or trainer.
Afleet Alex is another interesting case. He was a long shot for the Derby, but finished a gallant third. Then in the Preakness he was making his move in the turn when he was bumped and went down to his knees. Few horses survive a mis-step like this at that speed; often they will go down, taking others with them. But not Afleet Alex: he not only regained his balance, but he then surged forward and won by an amazing four lengths. Not amazing in the way Secretariat pulled away from the pack by 25 lengths way back when, but amazing nonetheless considering the potential disaster he had just recovered from.
Likewise, Afleet Alex comes with a great human interest story: bought for $75,000 (not considered a lot of money if you're running in this class) by first-time owners, much of the money he makes goes to a young girl named Alex (for whom the horse is named) who is raising money for cancer research with her Alex's Lemonade Stand.
Go to www.afleetalex.com for more details.
How to Trim Calories Through Liquid Rituals by Christine
It is possible to lose calories without depriving yourself of your daily meals, Research has shown that what we drink could be adding more pounds than the sensible meals we dine on every day. You don’t notice the beverage caloric intake, as we often imbibe in beverages without giving it a second thought. Here are a couple of “blind spots” when it comes to our daily beverages.
1) Breakfast juice is a healthy start to the day. Unfortunately, many breakfast juices are high in sodium and sugar. Of course, if you are squeezing your oranges every day for juice, more power to you. But here is a helpful hint to cut out those invisible calories - simply fill your glass half full and top it with cold water, Instant reduction of 50% calories.
2) Coffee. Who doesn't enjoy a morning cup of coffee or tea? Tea would be the number way to go and you can still get your caffeine fix if needed, If you are a Starbucks fan, ensure that you have the non-fat milk and avoid those delicious syrups. Better yet - drink you coffee black. If you must have a starbucks drink - try for the grande cappuccino with nonfat milk.
3) Lunchtime thirst quencher. The obvious drink to have would be water, but I realize water does not appeal to many out there. You have two tricks you can use for your favourite lunch drink a) put only half of a cup of your chosen beverage out at a time to drink, because often the full bottles are too much. Do you really need to finish that drink? Otherwise, top it up with water for a lighter quencher.
4) Treat/health beverages -Smoothies are known to carry many antioxidants due to their high fruit combinations. Make sure the fruit is fresh - not concentrate - as that is more calorie dense. Don’t use frozen yogurt which has sugar, but opt for the plain fresh yogurt. Throw in a couple of ice cubes to water it down as well as give you your water allotment.
5) Work out beverages. Stay away from the vitamin infused, flavoured work-out water. Stick to spring water and if the taste doesn’t sit well with you, add a squirt of real lemon and a packet of splenda. It takes the edge off that “water” taste that some people have trouble swallowing.
5) Evening cocktails - if you must, go for a light white wine or a low carb ultra Michelob beer
Within weeks, these slight adaptations will show... which is a celebration for those, like myself, who do not want to sacrifice good eating and drinking. Christine
1) Breakfast juice is a healthy start to the day. Unfortunately, many breakfast juices are high in sodium and sugar. Of course, if you are squeezing your oranges every day for juice, more power to you. But here is a helpful hint to cut out those invisible calories - simply fill your glass half full and top it with cold water, Instant reduction of 50% calories.
2) Coffee. Who doesn't enjoy a morning cup of coffee or tea? Tea would be the number way to go and you can still get your caffeine fix if needed, If you are a Starbucks fan, ensure that you have the non-fat milk and avoid those delicious syrups. Better yet - drink you coffee black. If you must have a starbucks drink - try for the grande cappuccino with nonfat milk.
3) Lunchtime thirst quencher. The obvious drink to have would be water, but I realize water does not appeal to many out there. You have two tricks you can use for your favourite lunch drink a) put only half of a cup of your chosen beverage out at a time to drink, because often the full bottles are too much. Do you really need to finish that drink? Otherwise, top it up with water for a lighter quencher.
4) Treat/health beverages -Smoothies are known to carry many antioxidants due to their high fruit combinations. Make sure the fruit is fresh - not concentrate - as that is more calorie dense. Don’t use frozen yogurt which has sugar, but opt for the plain fresh yogurt. Throw in a couple of ice cubes to water it down as well as give you your water allotment.
5) Work out beverages. Stay away from the vitamin infused, flavoured work-out water. Stick to spring water and if the taste doesn’t sit well with you, add a squirt of real lemon and a packet of splenda. It takes the edge off that “water” taste that some people have trouble swallowing.
5) Evening cocktails - if you must, go for a light white wine or a low carb ultra Michelob beer
Within weeks, these slight adaptations will show... which is a celebration for those, like myself, who do not want to sacrifice good eating and drinking. Christine
Top Ten Foods to Keep you Healthy by Christine
1. Salmon/halibut - Heart disease, Cancer and Skin
Salmon has a perfect Omega 3 and Omega 6 fatty acid balance - these oils ward off heart disease and certain cancers, as well as alleviating some skin conditions. But these Omega-3s can also help you feel better and look better. They've been shown to fight depression and even fight wrinkles. Grilled salmon makes for a delicious and healthy entree and add avocado for more Omega 3 benefits.
2. Brazil Nuts/Walnuts - Skin and energy
The best source of SELINIUM which helps keep your skin (largest organ of the body) healthy and is essential for fertility, especially for men because it gives sperm more mobility. Brazil and walnuts are the best source of MAGNESIUM - Magnesium shortfalls manifest itself in weakness, nightly cramp, loss of appetite and low energy. If you have insufficient levels of magnesium in your blood, your body will draw from your bones, increasing your risk of osteoporosis.
3. Blueberries/strawberries - Immune System
Very high in Vit C (skin and immune system) but also very high in flavonoids. While they are not considered essential nutrients, flavonoids support health by strengthening capillaries and other connective tissue, and act as anti-inflammatory and antiviral agents. They are also easy to nibble on as snacks.
4. Water - Everything
Water benefits your body in countless ways: feeling, performing and looking well - if you drink the recommended 2.5 litres a day. Water makes you feel focused, energetic; your skin will look supple and your eyes will sparkle . When drinking water with a meal, it will help you to digest food more efficiently and assist the bowel in getting rid of waste products. Drinking water after a night out is the best way to re-hydrate your body and thus, avoid a hang over. The best way to gauge whether you are drinking enough water is to look at your urine which should be very pale in colour.
5. Oats - Energy, anemia, reducing cholesterol
Oats provide iron which the body requires to manufacture red blood cells - a lack of which can cause anemia. As well as releasing energy slowly into the body, keeping us more energetic for longer, oats can help cut the risk of diabetes and reduce cholesterol by a third, as well as helping to reduce the risk of cancer. Whole grain oats contain seven B vitamins, vitamin E, and nine minerals, including iron and calcium. The quality and quantity of the protein in oats is far superior to that of wheat and most other grains. One ounce of oats has TWICE the protein of wheat or corn flakes. The soluble fibre is what gives it the gummy texture, and it helps lower cholesterol levels in the blood.
6. Cooked Carrots as well as legumes - Arthritis, Heart Disease and Cancer
Beta-carotene, which occurs in high levels in carrots, is probably the best known of the carotenoids. By cooking carrots, more beta carotene is retained and more easily absorbed into the body. Beta carotene has long been known to be an immune booster and has been proved to be effective against arthritis, cardiovascular problems, longer-lasting colds and even cancer. There is also suggestion that beta-carotene has anti-aging qualities. Legumes (beans and peas) contain relatively high amounts of vitamin E. Separate from their vitamin E content, legumes have been associated with low risk of Parkinson’s disease. In other words, “high vitamin E intake” may be a marker for diets high in legumes, and legumes may protect against Parkinson’s disease for reasons as yet undiscovered but unrelated to their vitamin E content.
7. Sweet Potatoes/yams
The magnesium in sweet potatoes can help stabilize moods associated with the menstrual cycle; it even works on headaches.
8. Broccoli, Spinach -Aging, Cancer and Heart Disease
Dark green, and leafy vegetables help a woman's heart and prevent cancer. These vegetable have a very, very high ORAC score (oxygen radical absorbence capacity). This score was devised to measure the effectiveness of foods at neutralizing free radicals. Free-radical damage causes aging, particularly of the skin, and diseases such as cancer and heart disease. The higher the ORAC score, the more protection the food offers us against these diseases. Broccoli is also very high in vitamin C which is the best way to boost your immune system.
9. Watercress, Soy Products- Anemia and Hair Loss/menopause
Soy products like soy milk contain phytoestrogens that can alleviate some of the symptoms of menopause, plus it may lower the risk of breast cancer. Watercress is full of iron which helps protect you from anemia, which is a blood deficiency which can cause tiredness. In turn, anemia is the largest cause of hair loss - and so eating watercress can help to prevent this problem.
10. Garlic- Anti-septic and Anti-viral
Garlic is a natural remedy with potent antiseptic, anti-viral and decongestant qualities. It also appears to have compounds that help lower cholesterol, thin the blood, and possibly act as a cancer preventative if about one or clove of garlic is consumed per day (not supplements).
Salmon has a perfect Omega 3 and Omega 6 fatty acid balance - these oils ward off heart disease and certain cancers, as well as alleviating some skin conditions. But these Omega-3s can also help you feel better and look better. They've been shown to fight depression and even fight wrinkles. Grilled salmon makes for a delicious and healthy entree and add avocado for more Omega 3 benefits.
2. Brazil Nuts/Walnuts - Skin and energy
The best source of SELINIUM which helps keep your skin (largest organ of the body) healthy and is essential for fertility, especially for men because it gives sperm more mobility. Brazil and walnuts are the best source of MAGNESIUM - Magnesium shortfalls manifest itself in weakness, nightly cramp, loss of appetite and low energy. If you have insufficient levels of magnesium in your blood, your body will draw from your bones, increasing your risk of osteoporosis.
3. Blueberries/strawberries - Immune System
Very high in Vit C (skin and immune system) but also very high in flavonoids. While they are not considered essential nutrients, flavonoids support health by strengthening capillaries and other connective tissue, and act as anti-inflammatory and antiviral agents. They are also easy to nibble on as snacks.
4. Water - Everything
Water benefits your body in countless ways: feeling, performing and looking well - if you drink the recommended 2.5 litres a day. Water makes you feel focused, energetic; your skin will look supple and your eyes will sparkle . When drinking water with a meal, it will help you to digest food more efficiently and assist the bowel in getting rid of waste products. Drinking water after a night out is the best way to re-hydrate your body and thus, avoid a hang over. The best way to gauge whether you are drinking enough water is to look at your urine which should be very pale in colour.
5. Oats - Energy, anemia, reducing cholesterol
Oats provide iron which the body requires to manufacture red blood cells - a lack of which can cause anemia. As well as releasing energy slowly into the body, keeping us more energetic for longer, oats can help cut the risk of diabetes and reduce cholesterol by a third, as well as helping to reduce the risk of cancer. Whole grain oats contain seven B vitamins, vitamin E, and nine minerals, including iron and calcium. The quality and quantity of the protein in oats is far superior to that of wheat and most other grains. One ounce of oats has TWICE the protein of wheat or corn flakes. The soluble fibre is what gives it the gummy texture, and it helps lower cholesterol levels in the blood.
6. Cooked Carrots as well as legumes - Arthritis, Heart Disease and Cancer
Beta-carotene, which occurs in high levels in carrots, is probably the best known of the carotenoids. By cooking carrots, more beta carotene is retained and more easily absorbed into the body. Beta carotene has long been known to be an immune booster and has been proved to be effective against arthritis, cardiovascular problems, longer-lasting colds and even cancer. There is also suggestion that beta-carotene has anti-aging qualities. Legumes (beans and peas) contain relatively high amounts of vitamin E. Separate from their vitamin E content, legumes have been associated with low risk of Parkinson’s disease. In other words, “high vitamin E intake” may be a marker for diets high in legumes, and legumes may protect against Parkinson’s disease for reasons as yet undiscovered but unrelated to their vitamin E content.
7. Sweet Potatoes/yams
The magnesium in sweet potatoes can help stabilize moods associated with the menstrual cycle; it even works on headaches.
8. Broccoli, Spinach -Aging, Cancer and Heart Disease
Dark green, and leafy vegetables help a woman's heart and prevent cancer. These vegetable have a very, very high ORAC score (oxygen radical absorbence capacity). This score was devised to measure the effectiveness of foods at neutralizing free radicals. Free-radical damage causes aging, particularly of the skin, and diseases such as cancer and heart disease. The higher the ORAC score, the more protection the food offers us against these diseases. Broccoli is also very high in vitamin C which is the best way to boost your immune system.
9. Watercress, Soy Products- Anemia and Hair Loss/menopause
Soy products like soy milk contain phytoestrogens that can alleviate some of the symptoms of menopause, plus it may lower the risk of breast cancer. Watercress is full of iron which helps protect you from anemia, which is a blood deficiency which can cause tiredness. In turn, anemia is the largest cause of hair loss - and so eating watercress can help to prevent this problem.
10. Garlic- Anti-septic and Anti-viral
Garlic is a natural remedy with potent antiseptic, anti-viral and decongestant qualities. It also appears to have compounds that help lower cholesterol, thin the blood, and possibly act as a cancer preventative if about one or clove of garlic is consumed per day (not supplements).
Sideways Movie Review by Lezah
I saw Sideways in video on the weekend, and I've decided that this modest, independent film is one that conjures up pretty polemic viewpoints: in other words, you either love it or you hate it.
While at Starbucks, a friend of mine asked the guy in line behind us what his favourite movie of last year was, but after a lot of humming and hawing, he couldn't come up with any names.
"But I walked out of Sideways! Hated it!" he proudly proclaimed.
Another friend rented it with her boyfriend; they both hated it. Another friend saw it in the theatre and loved it. My beloved saw it on video, and loved it. Me? Didn't like it. But that's not to say it's a bad movie.
My problem, as a movie viewer, is that I have to identify, or at least like, the characters - at least one of them. I had a hard time doing so with this movie. And that, as I've already said, is my problem.
But that's not to say that it wasn't a very well written movie with great dialogue (if you like dialogue movies - another thing I'm not a big fan of - think Whit Stilman's Metropolitan and you'll know what I'm talking about), that also happens to be information-dense on the topic of wine. This film has brought terms like Pinot Noir into North American's everyday vocabularies, no mean feat at all.
And the acting is very convincing. Paul Giamatti, Thomas Haden Church, Virginia Madsen (Michael's sister), and Sandra Oh (director and screenwriter Alexander Payne's soon-to-be-ex-wife) relentlessly expose their characters' regrets and self-loathing for all the world to see. The lowered expectations of these characters is one thing, but it's the self-centred way in which they conduct their lives that I ultimately had the most trouble accepting.
But the critics loved it, giving it the Academy Award and a Writers Guild Award for Best Adapted Screenplay, and two Golden Globes (Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Picture). And the fact that I'm still thinking about it four days later?
That might be something worth looking into...
Lezah
While at Starbucks, a friend of mine asked the guy in line behind us what his favourite movie of last year was, but after a lot of humming and hawing, he couldn't come up with any names.
"But I walked out of Sideways! Hated it!" he proudly proclaimed.
Another friend rented it with her boyfriend; they both hated it. Another friend saw it in the theatre and loved it. My beloved saw it on video, and loved it. Me? Didn't like it. But that's not to say it's a bad movie.
My problem, as a movie viewer, is that I have to identify, or at least like, the characters - at least one of them. I had a hard time doing so with this movie. And that, as I've already said, is my problem.
But that's not to say that it wasn't a very well written movie with great dialogue (if you like dialogue movies - another thing I'm not a big fan of - think Whit Stilman's Metropolitan and you'll know what I'm talking about), that also happens to be information-dense on the topic of wine. This film has brought terms like Pinot Noir into North American's everyday vocabularies, no mean feat at all.
And the acting is very convincing. Paul Giamatti, Thomas Haden Church, Virginia Madsen (Michael's sister), and Sandra Oh (director and screenwriter Alexander Payne's soon-to-be-ex-wife) relentlessly expose their characters' regrets and self-loathing for all the world to see. The lowered expectations of these characters is one thing, but it's the self-centred way in which they conduct their lives that I ultimately had the most trouble accepting.
But the critics loved it, giving it the Academy Award and a Writers Guild Award for Best Adapted Screenplay, and two Golden Globes (Best Adapted Screenplay and Best Picture). And the fact that I'm still thinking about it four days later?
That might be something worth looking into...
Lezah
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Feathers, Leather and Things That Just Don't Go Together - by Christine
101 Crimes of Fashion
For more articles like this, go to the category skank trendz at http://www.swanktrendz.com
Tutus. Cowboy outfits. Dead swans.
From Lara Flynn Boyle's ballerina blunder to Björk's infamous fowl frock, the stars enjoy pushing the limits of taste and good sense when it comes to red carpet fashion.
And that's why we love them and why we love to buy magazines that show the best of the worst. Where most red carpet queries run along the lines of "Who are you wearing?" bad outfits elicit queries more along the lines of "What are you wearing...and why?”
E! online has put together a slideshow of the best of the worst on the red carpet. check it out - it has a message board for you to expression your comments, concurrences or disagreements.
You won't believe some of the outfits--and these are just scraping the top of the bottom--so check out 101 Most Sensational Crimes of Fashion to see them all!
Christine
Thanks to Molly Sirody
http://www.eonline.com/On/101/CrimesofFashion/Gallery/index.html
For more articles like this, go to the category skank trendz at http://www.swanktrendz.com
Tutus. Cowboy outfits. Dead swans.
From Lara Flynn Boyle's ballerina blunder to Björk's infamous fowl frock, the stars enjoy pushing the limits of taste and good sense when it comes to red carpet fashion.
And that's why we love them and why we love to buy magazines that show the best of the worst. Where most red carpet queries run along the lines of "Who are you wearing?" bad outfits elicit queries more along the lines of "What are you wearing...and why?”
E! online has put together a slideshow of the best of the worst on the red carpet. check it out - it has a message board for you to expression your comments, concurrences or disagreements.
You won't believe some of the outfits--and these are just scraping the top of the bottom--so check out 101 Most Sensational Crimes of Fashion to see them all!
Christine
Thanks to Molly Sirody
http://www.eonline.com/On/101/CrimesofFashion/Gallery/index.html
Piñata syndrome & Dave Chappelle - by Christine
This LA Times piece points to the the truth behind Dave Chappelle's much-misreported disappearance, and introduces a new piece of media-meme jargon.
In just two weeks, Chappelle's ordeal went from celebrity train wreck to run-of-the-mill exhaustion, a sure sign that today's entertainment news cycle moves faster than the news itself. The hunger for celebrity gossip, particularly scandal, has become more insatiable than ever with the viral proliferation of media covering it, from "60 Minutes" to Internet bloggers to every cellphone camera owner on the street.
Just before the Chappelle story hit, the media had been doggedly covering two lukewarm scandals: Pat O'Brien's rehab for alcoholism and Paula Abdul's alleged affair with an "American Idol" contestant. And as Chappelle's scandal dissipates, the media is poised to move on to more fertile ground, such as Britney Spears' pregnancy and the latest rumored indiscretions of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. "Nowadays, there is no privacy," says Allan Mayer, managing director of the crisis communication firm Sitrick and Co. "Everything is played out in public view ... the more you feed it, the bigger it gets."
As a result, every story has an abbreviated life span, accelerating the demand for more news. Ultimately, this adds up to exaggerated expectations of celebrities. If they can't maintain their public persona, they're devoured for our entertainment instead. "I call it the piñata syndrome," says publicist Howard Bragman, founder of the Hollywood PR firm Bragman Nyman Cafarelli. "It's really about the media. They're only lifting you up so that they can take sticks and beat you and see what comes out."
Christine
(Thanks to Mark Ebner!)
http://hollywoodinterrupted.com/
In just two weeks, Chappelle's ordeal went from celebrity train wreck to run-of-the-mill exhaustion, a sure sign that today's entertainment news cycle moves faster than the news itself. The hunger for celebrity gossip, particularly scandal, has become more insatiable than ever with the viral proliferation of media covering it, from "60 Minutes" to Internet bloggers to every cellphone camera owner on the street.
Just before the Chappelle story hit, the media had been doggedly covering two lukewarm scandals: Pat O'Brien's rehab for alcoholism and Paula Abdul's alleged affair with an "American Idol" contestant. And as Chappelle's scandal dissipates, the media is poised to move on to more fertile ground, such as Britney Spears' pregnancy and the latest rumored indiscretions of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. "Nowadays, there is no privacy," says Allan Mayer, managing director of the crisis communication firm Sitrick and Co. "Everything is played out in public view ... the more you feed it, the bigger it gets."
As a result, every story has an abbreviated life span, accelerating the demand for more news. Ultimately, this adds up to exaggerated expectations of celebrities. If they can't maintain their public persona, they're devoured for our entertainment instead. "I call it the piñata syndrome," says publicist Howard Bragman, founder of the Hollywood PR firm Bragman Nyman Cafarelli. "It's really about the media. They're only lifting you up so that they can take sticks and beat you and see what comes out."
Christine
(Thanks to Mark Ebner!)
http://hollywoodinterrupted.com/
Friday, May 20, 2005
This Time I Know It's For Real - by Rob Williams
Another iPod story, well, sorta-- I mean, it starts with my iPod (sorry, but it's only because I’m finally figuring out how to really use it). I’m walking home from teaching again, listening to songs on random shuffle and what should come on but
"This Time I Know It's For Real"-- the kitschy dance song from Donna Summer's mini-comeback (about 17 years ago?). It's from the "Donna Summer Anthology" CD. ... and here's a memory:
It’s 1989. I’m about 19 years old in San Diego, California. I’m writing music, singing in weddings --solo, and duet--with my high school chum, Jana, who was a former cheerleader. Our big song was "Always" by Atlantic Star, though we did have a sensuous cover of "Endless Love." Ahem.
I was also singing backup at a recording studio for various local artists (and even making my own demo tape--but that's another blog).
I see an ad in a local music magazine about open mic nights at a local TGIFridays (or was it Bennigan's?--I can't remember, maybe I've blocked it out). The prize is like, $100 or something. But more than that, it's a chance to perform...
What song do I choose? Well, I had recently gotten the 12" single/remix of "This Time I Know It's For Real"-- it had special meaning for me at the time-- it's all about trying to get a boy's attention ("What do I have to do... to get you, to notice me too? Do I stand in line, one of a million admiring eyes. Walk a tightrope way up high. Write your name across the sky..."). There is an instrumental version of the song on the flip side of the record so I tape it (At the recording studio? On my home tape recorder? Again, the memory is hazy-- but I’m hoping it wasn't taped on a tape recorder).
So I sing the song, "This Time I Know It's For Real" at this open mic night. My sister, Allyson, bless her, comes to support me. I think I wore a purple Members Only Jacket and maybe a bow tie (tuxedo shirt? God, please tell me it wasn't a tuxedo shirt).
The other contestants included a 9 year-old singing "It's a Hard Knock Life" with backing vocals on her tape of all the orphans from Annie.
There were about 10 contestants and maybe 12 people in the audience, and the tv was still playing over the bar during our songs. I did my number, sang my song, which I’m sure included any one or all of the following: a. jazz hands, b. some sort of Paula Abdul inspired choreography like popping my head back, rolling my head, shimmy-ing my shoulders, c.quivering lips, d. overdone vibrato.
I remember looking out into the sparse crowd and seeing my sister, with this smile on her face that said, "Yes, you're my brother and yes I love you, but what the hell are you doing?"
Well, I didn't win the contest. I think my dancing (yes, I did some dancing while singing my song) probably scared the voters.
I used to be so brave, so fearless. Now the thought of doing something like that sends shivers up my spine (not to mention a wave of embarrassment).
Where did all of that fearlessness go?
"This Time I Know It's For Real"-- the kitschy dance song from Donna Summer's mini-comeback (about 17 years ago?). It's from the "Donna Summer Anthology" CD. ... and here's a memory:
It’s 1989. I’m about 19 years old in San Diego, California. I’m writing music, singing in weddings --solo, and duet--with my high school chum, Jana, who was a former cheerleader. Our big song was "Always" by Atlantic Star, though we did have a sensuous cover of "Endless Love." Ahem.
I was also singing backup at a recording studio for various local artists (and even making my own demo tape--but that's another blog).
I see an ad in a local music magazine about open mic nights at a local TGIFridays (or was it Bennigan's?--I can't remember, maybe I've blocked it out). The prize is like, $100 or something. But more than that, it's a chance to perform...
What song do I choose? Well, I had recently gotten the 12" single/remix of "This Time I Know It's For Real"-- it had special meaning for me at the time-- it's all about trying to get a boy's attention ("What do I have to do... to get you, to notice me too? Do I stand in line, one of a million admiring eyes. Walk a tightrope way up high. Write your name across the sky..."). There is an instrumental version of the song on the flip side of the record so I tape it (At the recording studio? On my home tape recorder? Again, the memory is hazy-- but I’m hoping it wasn't taped on a tape recorder).
So I sing the song, "This Time I Know It's For Real" at this open mic night. My sister, Allyson, bless her, comes to support me. I think I wore a purple Members Only Jacket and maybe a bow tie (tuxedo shirt? God, please tell me it wasn't a tuxedo shirt).
The other contestants included a 9 year-old singing "It's a Hard Knock Life" with backing vocals on her tape of all the orphans from Annie.
There were about 10 contestants and maybe 12 people in the audience, and the tv was still playing over the bar during our songs. I did my number, sang my song, which I’m sure included any one or all of the following: a. jazz hands, b. some sort of Paula Abdul inspired choreography like popping my head back, rolling my head, shimmy-ing my shoulders, c.quivering lips, d. overdone vibrato.
I remember looking out into the sparse crowd and seeing my sister, with this smile on her face that said, "Yes, you're my brother and yes I love you, but what the hell are you doing?"
Well, I didn't win the contest. I think my dancing (yes, I did some dancing while singing my song) probably scared the voters.
I used to be so brave, so fearless. Now the thought of doing something like that sends shivers up my spine (not to mention a wave of embarrassment).
Where did all of that fearlessness go?
NJ Catholic Church Diocese Won't Yield On What Was That? Communion Wafers? Political Heretic
Catholic bishops could forgive and cover up for pedophilia and sexual molestation, transfer such priests to other parishes to repeat their offenses, and even conduct a debate over married priests but they cannot make an accommodation for a girl who needs a different kind of communion wafer. Hmmm.
Don't Know What to Make of This, by The Political Heretic
Turner said the curriculum should "let the kids know that while some individuals choose to live this lifestyle, that is their choice. They have that freedom as a citizen in this country. However, if they feel uncomfortable with the same-sex attraction . . . they don't have to accept it as a given."
She added, "I will admit there could be a possibility" that in rare instances, people are born homosexual -- such as her cousin Steve.
"He's gay, and he's a great guy," she said. "He's a hairdresser. He's very artistic, very good at what he does, men's and women's hair. Fabulous decorator. And I remember playing together when we were young. . . . My brother was always into trucks and guns, knives and swords. . . . Steve was much quieter. He was much happier hanging out with the girls." - passage from The Washington Post article profiling one who fought a pro-gay sex ed class.
I don't know why but that passage strikes me as odd. Does she or does she not believe gays are born that way and is there in fact a contradiction between her views about it being a choice and her cousin having no choice about his sexuality? Is there in fact, an opportunistic differentiation between those who, in "rare" instances, do not chose their sexual proclivities and those who can?
She added, "I will admit there could be a possibility" that in rare instances, people are born homosexual -- such as her cousin Steve.
"He's gay, and he's a great guy," she said. "He's a hairdresser. He's very artistic, very good at what he does, men's and women's hair. Fabulous decorator. And I remember playing together when we were young. . . . My brother was always into trucks and guns, knives and swords. . . . Steve was much quieter. He was much happier hanging out with the girls." - passage from The Washington Post article profiling one who fought a pro-gay sex ed class.
I don't know why but that passage strikes me as odd. Does she or does she not believe gays are born that way and is there in fact a contradiction between her views about it being a choice and her cousin having no choice about his sexuality? Is there in fact, an opportunistic differentiation between those who, in "rare" instances, do not chose their sexual proclivities and those who can?
Gutting the Military? by The Political Heretic
Let me get this straight. We have American troops stationed in South Korea, Bosnia, Macedonia, Serbia and Montegegro's Kosovar province, Western Europe, and Liberia and Afghanistan among other countries and we had to send National Guard troops . Our border control is stretched thin with illegal immigrants crossing our borders, military recruitment is down big time, universities are fighting efforts to support recruitment drives, and the military rejects gay applicants. Now some members in the House are seeking to ban women from the front line?
And I thought we were supposed to bomb our enemies into the stone age.
And I thought we were supposed to bomb our enemies into the stone age.
The Burger Poll Update - by Terry
The votes have been cast, the ballots counted, the speeches endured, and now it's time to see how The Burger Poll fared. The Burger Poll was run by Burger Heaven restaurant in New Westminster. People 'voted' by buying the burger of their choice, and they tallied the results. Christine tells me that I must mention how friendly and helpful the people at Burger Heaven were whenever she called to get the latest poll numbers.
I looked in my newspaper and found the actual results for the district of New Westminster, and then went to the site and updated the numbers in the Burger Poll table, just to see what the graph would look like.
The Burger Poll is shown in the chart on the left, and the actual numbers are shown in the chart on the right.
Who needs pollsters? Burgers do the job just as well it seems. So, thanks folks, that was fun, and we'll do it again in 4 years. Check out the burger results under our swank alerts category:
http://www.swanktrendz.com/php/swankframes.htm
I looked in my newspaper and found the actual results for the district of New Westminster, and then went to the site and updated the numbers in the Burger Poll table, just to see what the graph would look like.
The Burger Poll is shown in the chart on the left, and the actual numbers are shown in the chart on the right.
Who needs pollsters? Burgers do the job just as well it seems. So, thanks folks, that was fun, and we'll do it again in 4 years. Check out the burger results under our swank alerts category:
http://www.swanktrendz.com/php/swankframes.htm
Fiscal Insanity - by The Political Heretic
Here is the proposed allocation (House version) by state and the full list of projects (you can increase print font with magnifying glass tool) brought to you by "Taxpayers for Common Sense."
President Bush has threatened to veto any bill that goes above and beyond $284 billion. I'd be relieved if he actually went through with his threat and vetoed this senate version but I believe he really set his standards for fiscal prudence low in accepting a $284 billion transportation budget filled with pork that states should fund if they really think those projects are necessary or worthwhile.
By the way, "Taxpayers for Common Sense" says the senate version includes a few unrelated tax cut provisions. So much for the fiscally prudent approach members of both parties claim to support.
Great. Cut taxes but increase spending. Shift the burden onto the future generations. Hell, people in their 20s and 30s will already be paying for their parents' and grandparents' medicare and social security checks because our congressional representatives and president have not yet reached an agreement on a reform package.
Link: http://www.taxpayer.net/transportation/hr3database/states.htm
Link: http://www.taxpayer.net/transportation/hr3database/hr3database-final.pdf
President Bush has threatened to veto any bill that goes above and beyond $284 billion. I'd be relieved if he actually went through with his threat and vetoed this senate version but I believe he really set his standards for fiscal prudence low in accepting a $284 billion transportation budget filled with pork that states should fund if they really think those projects are necessary or worthwhile.
By the way, "Taxpayers for Common Sense" says the senate version includes a few unrelated tax cut provisions. So much for the fiscally prudent approach members of both parties claim to support.
Great. Cut taxes but increase spending. Shift the burden onto the future generations. Hell, people in their 20s and 30s will already be paying for their parents' and grandparents' medicare and social security checks because our congressional representatives and president have not yet reached an agreement on a reform package.
Link: http://www.taxpayer.net/transportation/hr3database/states.htm
Link: http://www.taxpayer.net/transportation/hr3database/hr3database-final.pdf
The World Trade Center debate by The Political Heretic
Return of the Towers
Donald Trump unveiled his vision for a larger and supposedly "more structurally sound" version of the Twin Towers that collapsed after two terrorist hijacked airplanes crashed into them on September 11, 2001.
Some, no doubt, would dedicate a new, different building to their loved ones, but unity eludes those who wish to replace the Twin Towers with a memorial. Mr. Trump has yet to reveal the source of his funding (perhaps that will be the job of the winning apprentice on his tv hit show "The Apprentice") but I support his vision for a return of the Twin Towers.
What an act of defiance! The terrorists may have knocked them down but only temporarily. The terrorists may have killed themselves for their cause but our sense of who we are lives on. We may have suffered a terrible blow with the World Trade Center bombings, but we returned bigger and stronger.
New York officials could have a memorial for the 3,000 plus World Trade Center workers who died but it should not be the focus of our attention. Build a small memorial. Let the would-be terrorists see that their victory was short-lived, and the buildings they so carefully planned for destruction are back.
World Trade Center Feedback
I could not imagine the response I got from my post on the World Trade Center plan revealed in Donald Trump's press conference. Earlier this week, Mr. Trump proposed to replace the Twin Towers which collapsed from the terrorist attacks with a grander, larger version and I made a few comments supporting that proposal because the terrorists should know that their victory was, at best, a temporary one and that we could rebuild anything they destroy.
None of this would prohibit us from building a memorial for those who lost their lives on that horrible day. If my recollection serves me correctly, a third, smaller building associated with the World Trade Center collapsed as well. We could build a memorial where that building once stood, and still have the new, much improved Twin Towers proposed by Donald Trump. The memorial would remind us of those who perished on that fateful day, and the Twin Towers of the need to stand tall and defy those who brought us that horror.
Donald Trump unveiled his vision for a larger and supposedly "more structurally sound" version of the Twin Towers that collapsed after two terrorist hijacked airplanes crashed into them on September 11, 2001.
Some, no doubt, would dedicate a new, different building to their loved ones, but unity eludes those who wish to replace the Twin Towers with a memorial. Mr. Trump has yet to reveal the source of his funding (perhaps that will be the job of the winning apprentice on his tv hit show "The Apprentice") but I support his vision for a return of the Twin Towers.
What an act of defiance! The terrorists may have knocked them down but only temporarily. The terrorists may have killed themselves for their cause but our sense of who we are lives on. We may have suffered a terrible blow with the World Trade Center bombings, but we returned bigger and stronger.
New York officials could have a memorial for the 3,000 plus World Trade Center workers who died but it should not be the focus of our attention. Build a small memorial. Let the would-be terrorists see that their victory was short-lived, and the buildings they so carefully planned for destruction are back.
World Trade Center Feedback
I could not imagine the response I got from my post on the World Trade Center plan revealed in Donald Trump's press conference. Earlier this week, Mr. Trump proposed to replace the Twin Towers which collapsed from the terrorist attacks with a grander, larger version and I made a few comments supporting that proposal because the terrorists should know that their victory was, at best, a temporary one and that we could rebuild anything they destroy.
None of this would prohibit us from building a memorial for those who lost their lives on that horrible day. If my recollection serves me correctly, a third, smaller building associated with the World Trade Center collapsed as well. We could build a memorial where that building once stood, and still have the new, much improved Twin Towers proposed by Donald Trump. The memorial would remind us of those who perished on that fateful day, and the Twin Towers of the need to stand tall and defy those who brought us that horror.
Vancouver, Then and Now - by Lezah
I just found a fascinating site about Vancouver. It is produced by the City Of Vancouver's Planning Department, and involves a number of photographs in the 'that was then/ this is now' style. Looking at all the changes that have occurred in my city just in the span of my own lifetime is rather awe-inspiring.
One section was produced as a series of photos that were taken as part of a study by the City's Planning Department back in 1978; the photos them morph forward to 2003. The changes are amazing, especially in the skyline itself (although, the increase in size of the pleasure craft in the False Creek West from Charleson Park is pretty remarkable, too).
There are other views you can look at too: building and street scenes. One notable is the 1929 Marine Building - when it was first constructed, it was the tallest building in the British Empire. Now it is literally dwarfed by the buildings around it, and in the skyline shots, it isn't even visible.
Certainly worth a look:
Link: http://www.city.vancouver.bc.ca/commsvcs/fade/fade.htm
One section was produced as a series of photos that were taken as part of a study by the City's Planning Department back in 1978; the photos them morph forward to 2003. The changes are amazing, especially in the skyline itself (although, the increase in size of the pleasure craft in the False Creek West from Charleson Park is pretty remarkable, too).
There are other views you can look at too: building and street scenes. One notable is the 1929 Marine Building - when it was first constructed, it was the tallest building in the British Empire. Now it is literally dwarfed by the buildings around it, and in the skyline shots, it isn't even visible.
Certainly worth a look:
Link: http://www.city.vancouver.bc.ca/commsvcs/fade/fade.htm
A Massive Swelling - Book review by Lezah
I have this massive swelling right on my... Oh, too much information! Apologies!
Anyway, I'm kidding - it's really only a small lump... (joke!).
Actually, what I REALLY want to talk about here is Cintra Wilson's book 'A Massive Swelling: Celebrity Worship Re-examined as a Grotesque Crippling Disease and other Cultural Revelation' (Viking/Penguin).
You can call it honest or or you can call it bitchy: what this book does is offers us, through a series of essays/articles, a different look at the fame freak show that we commonly refer to as popular culture.
There are no sacred cows here. From celebrities like Celine Dion, Michael Jackson and Courtney Love to the machines that generate and prolong the shelf life of these abominations (Hollywood, Vegas and the people who work there), from popular tastes in music, movies and television to the horrible styles that they spawn, everyone and everything is mercilessly skewered.
Wilson points out that fame itself is now the most valuable commodity in our culture, not talent or morality, and that the vehicle of stardom is not related in any way to one's ability or native intelligence.
Considering that this book was written five years ago, I find it scary to consider how true this remains today - probably much more so than it was when the book was first conceived. Case in point: Paris Hilton. Need I say more?
But in case you're not convinced, look at the 'real TV' phenomenon and see just how much this holds true. Take, for instance, the fairly mild show (by comparison) 'America's Next Top Model'. Think about the winner of the first season, Adrienne Curry. After jumping through all the hoops, winning against probably the strongest group of competitors the show has ever had, is she now working as a model? I don't think so, if her appearance on the 'I'm nothing more than a has-been' show 'The Surreal Life' is any indication. And Wednesday night's second place finisher, Kahlen, who was said by the judges to have had the strongest portfolio ever on the show - did she win? No, it was cute little Naima, who was also a real contender. But why did Naima win? Because she, in real life, had more 'star power'. Kahlen could turn it on better than anyone in front of the camera, but on a human level, she presented as - (shock! gasp!) nothing more than a mere human. Turns out ANTM is, in truth, little more than just another celebrity-generating machine... and I had wanted it to be so much more (sob!).
Wilson's contempt is far-reaching, from the 'kinderwhore' fashions that are a residual side-effect of society's love for teen pop stars like Pink and Britney, to the current craze for plastic surgery, about which she says, "I have a hunch that (the desire for plastic surgery) will eventually be regarded as a bigger cry for help than slit wrists or a pill overdose."
So, this book is not for humourless fans of our current crop of celebrities, not for those who are lusting for fame, not for the faint of heart; but if you have sat up at any point recently after hearing or reading about some juvenile antic of someone afflicted with the fame virus and thought to yourself, "What the hell?!?!?" - well, then, maybe this book is for you.
Anyway, I'm kidding - it's really only a small lump... (joke!).
Actually, what I REALLY want to talk about here is Cintra Wilson's book 'A Massive Swelling: Celebrity Worship Re-examined as a Grotesque Crippling Disease and other Cultural Revelation' (Viking/Penguin).
You can call it honest or or you can call it bitchy: what this book does is offers us, through a series of essays/articles, a different look at the fame freak show that we commonly refer to as popular culture.
There are no sacred cows here. From celebrities like Celine Dion, Michael Jackson and Courtney Love to the machines that generate and prolong the shelf life of these abominations (Hollywood, Vegas and the people who work there), from popular tastes in music, movies and television to the horrible styles that they spawn, everyone and everything is mercilessly skewered.
Wilson points out that fame itself is now the most valuable commodity in our culture, not talent or morality, and that the vehicle of stardom is not related in any way to one's ability or native intelligence.
Considering that this book was written five years ago, I find it scary to consider how true this remains today - probably much more so than it was when the book was first conceived. Case in point: Paris Hilton. Need I say more?
But in case you're not convinced, look at the 'real TV' phenomenon and see just how much this holds true. Take, for instance, the fairly mild show (by comparison) 'America's Next Top Model'. Think about the winner of the first season, Adrienne Curry. After jumping through all the hoops, winning against probably the strongest group of competitors the show has ever had, is she now working as a model? I don't think so, if her appearance on the 'I'm nothing more than a has-been' show 'The Surreal Life' is any indication. And Wednesday night's second place finisher, Kahlen, who was said by the judges to have had the strongest portfolio ever on the show - did she win? No, it was cute little Naima, who was also a real contender. But why did Naima win? Because she, in real life, had more 'star power'. Kahlen could turn it on better than anyone in front of the camera, but on a human level, she presented as - (shock! gasp!) nothing more than a mere human. Turns out ANTM is, in truth, little more than just another celebrity-generating machine... and I had wanted it to be so much more (sob!).
Wilson's contempt is far-reaching, from the 'kinderwhore' fashions that are a residual side-effect of society's love for teen pop stars like Pink and Britney, to the current craze for plastic surgery, about which she says, "I have a hunch that (the desire for plastic surgery) will eventually be regarded as a bigger cry for help than slit wrists or a pill overdose."
So, this book is not for humourless fans of our current crop of celebrities, not for those who are lusting for fame, not for the faint of heart; but if you have sat up at any point recently after hearing or reading about some juvenile antic of someone afflicted with the fame virus and thought to yourself, "What the hell?!?!?" - well, then, maybe this book is for you.
The God of Small Things - Book review by Lezah
When I was in university, I had to (as you might imagine) read a ton of books - some I was happy to read, while others...
Some books that I never would have read on my own I initially slogged through only to, upon reflection, realize I really did like them; others I never learned to like. ' The Ragged Trousered Philanthropist' is one example of the former, while 'Mill on the Floss' is an example of the latter. And, no doubt, sometimes the professor and the assignments connected with them had more than a little to do with how I ultimately felt about the books.
But, even though I have always loved reading, I was completely burned out after I graduated. I still had an obsessive need to read, but I found I had a really hard time picking up anything too heavy or thought-provoking. I am somewhat ashamed to admit it, but I plowed through my whole Trixie Belden collection right after graduation, and made the leap from there to Dick Francis stories. After that I began exploring the mystery/suspense genre in depth (everything from Patricia Cornwall to Ruth Rendall). But lately, I feel like I have recovered my wits somewhat, and have been delving back into books that offer a bit more intellectual content and/or style.
So, under the category of Lezah's Obsession #345 is the Booker Prize, the well respected award that is granted each year to the top book written by a British citizen or member of a Commonwealth country. Two years ago I read Booker winner 'Possession', and have read a number of other Booker winners and finalists lately. My latest goal is to read as many Booker winners and finalists as I can.
Most recently, I read Arundhati Roy's debut novel 'The God of Small Things'. The book is not only the first Indian-written book to win the Booker Prize, but also the first Indian novel to garner a million dollar book deal. An international best seller, 'The God of Small Things' is a partially autobiographic novel centred on a tragedy that befalls a relatively well-to-so Syrian Christian family living in a semi-rural area in southern India. It weaves a tale between the past and the present, snaking between the lives of the individual members of this dysfunctional family, their relationships with each other and those who live near them. It looks at the dangers of India's caste system and resultant social stratification, the fragile relationships between children and adults, and many other issues than exist between people and in societies: prejudices, jealousies, customs and mores, corruption and hypocrisy.
The novel is very stylized, and is told from the point of view of a seven year old girl, a dizygotic twin who has an especially close relationship with her twin brother. Through a series of flashbacks, we see the story of the small event which changes everyone's lives. Small events, small gods, small things, small children - all are recurring themes in this novel. Roy also utilizes a rich imagery to describe the rural Indian backdrop:
"May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dust green trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun. The nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation. But in early June the southwest monsoon breaks and there are three months of wind and water with short spells of sharp, glittering sunshine that thrilled children snatch to play with. The countryside turns an immodest green. Boundaries blur as tapioca fences take root and bloom. Brick walls turn moss green. Pepper vines snake up electric poles. Wild creepers burst through laterite banks and spill across the flooded roads."
Roy employs an almost whimsical use of language, bending and stretching it at her will. Words like 'sicksweet' and 'thunderdarkness' have been created - and they work, in this context. The prose is dense, echoing the vegetation in the setting.
The novel begins with the narrator, the adult Rahel, returning to her childhood home. But home is not the same as it once was: decay has set in, perhaps from neglect and misuse, but more probably stemming from the tragedy that happened long ago which separated Rahel from her twin. The twenty-three years that have passed have changed the twins: Estha, the boy, as turned inward and refuses to speak; Rahel, the girl, has turned outward and drifted, literally, around the world. Neither are complete.
Their family is fractured; people have died. Small things have happened to small people that have had earth-shattering repercussions to the lives of these characters and those around them. Things can never go back and be as they once were, but can they be healed? Once you live through a traumatic event such as this, can you be whole again? It's a universal question that reaches far beyond the little rural Indian village in which this story is set.
Some books that I never would have read on my own I initially slogged through only to, upon reflection, realize I really did like them; others I never learned to like. ' The Ragged Trousered Philanthropist' is one example of the former, while 'Mill on the Floss' is an example of the latter. And, no doubt, sometimes the professor and the assignments connected with them had more than a little to do with how I ultimately felt about the books.
But, even though I have always loved reading, I was completely burned out after I graduated. I still had an obsessive need to read, but I found I had a really hard time picking up anything too heavy or thought-provoking. I am somewhat ashamed to admit it, but I plowed through my whole Trixie Belden collection right after graduation, and made the leap from there to Dick Francis stories. After that I began exploring the mystery/suspense genre in depth (everything from Patricia Cornwall to Ruth Rendall). But lately, I feel like I have recovered my wits somewhat, and have been delving back into books that offer a bit more intellectual content and/or style.
So, under the category of Lezah's Obsession #345 is the Booker Prize, the well respected award that is granted each year to the top book written by a British citizen or member of a Commonwealth country. Two years ago I read Booker winner 'Possession', and have read a number of other Booker winners and finalists lately. My latest goal is to read as many Booker winners and finalists as I can.
Most recently, I read Arundhati Roy's debut novel 'The God of Small Things'. The book is not only the first Indian-written book to win the Booker Prize, but also the first Indian novel to garner a million dollar book deal. An international best seller, 'The God of Small Things' is a partially autobiographic novel centred on a tragedy that befalls a relatively well-to-so Syrian Christian family living in a semi-rural area in southern India. It weaves a tale between the past and the present, snaking between the lives of the individual members of this dysfunctional family, their relationships with each other and those who live near them. It looks at the dangers of India's caste system and resultant social stratification, the fragile relationships between children and adults, and many other issues than exist between people and in societies: prejudices, jealousies, customs and mores, corruption and hypocrisy.
The novel is very stylized, and is told from the point of view of a seven year old girl, a dizygotic twin who has an especially close relationship with her twin brother. Through a series of flashbacks, we see the story of the small event which changes everyone's lives. Small events, small gods, small things, small children - all are recurring themes in this novel. Roy also utilizes a rich imagery to describe the rural Indian backdrop:
"May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dust green trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun. The nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation. But in early June the southwest monsoon breaks and there are three months of wind and water with short spells of sharp, glittering sunshine that thrilled children snatch to play with. The countryside turns an immodest green. Boundaries blur as tapioca fences take root and bloom. Brick walls turn moss green. Pepper vines snake up electric poles. Wild creepers burst through laterite banks and spill across the flooded roads."
Roy employs an almost whimsical use of language, bending and stretching it at her will. Words like 'sicksweet' and 'thunderdarkness' have been created - and they work, in this context. The prose is dense, echoing the vegetation in the setting.
The novel begins with the narrator, the adult Rahel, returning to her childhood home. But home is not the same as it once was: decay has set in, perhaps from neglect and misuse, but more probably stemming from the tragedy that happened long ago which separated Rahel from her twin. The twenty-three years that have passed have changed the twins: Estha, the boy, as turned inward and refuses to speak; Rahel, the girl, has turned outward and drifted, literally, around the world. Neither are complete.
Their family is fractured; people have died. Small things have happened to small people that have had earth-shattering repercussions to the lives of these characters and those around them. Things can never go back and be as they once were, but can they be healed? Once you live through a traumatic event such as this, can you be whole again? It's a universal question that reaches far beyond the little rural Indian village in which this story is set.
Canned Hamm Considering a Hiatus - By Lezah
I heard from a reliable source that the Vancouver duo Canned Hamm is considering going on hiatus. Rob Dayton and Ken Hamm formed the group five years ago and have since put extensive time, energy and money into touring and promoting their band. These guys love their audience and are committed to playing the smaller club that allow them to perform their show the way they want to, but unfortunately they are currently without a contract or a booking agent. To complicate matters further, record stores continue to misfile their CDs - check out the 'humour' section at most places if you are looking for them. This seems to be where they get placed, but isn't necessarily where they should be. But, when you're as idiosyncratic as this band, it becomes difficult to pigeonhole them...
Anyway, world on the street is that the guys are looking at pursuing other musical interests for the next little while. But don't despair - this may not be the last we'll hear of Canned Hamm!
Anyway, world on the street is that the guys are looking at pursuing other musical interests for the next little while. But don't despair - this may not be the last we'll hear of Canned Hamm!
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Empire of the Sun - by Lezah
There are three books that I never get tired of reading, and re-reading, and re-reading. They are Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mockingbird', James Dickey's 'Deliverance', and J. G. Ballard's 'Empire of the Sun'.
I just re-read 'Empire of the Sun' once again last weekend. This is a novel that was 1984's winner of The Guardian Fiction Prize and was also short-listed for The Booker Prize. Frankly, I can't imagine which book could have won the Booker that year over Ballard's offering- I'll have to look it up, and it had better be good, otherwise I'll be very, very angry, as Marvin the Martian would say. Without even looking it up, I know Ballard was robbed - he should have won. 'Empire of the Sun' is definitely the best book of that year, if not the entire decade.
This is a book about war - World War II, to be exact. And it was turned into a movie (by Speilberg) which I have never seen (I've been told the movie is little more than a pale imitation of the book, so I have gladly boycotted it). Anyway, I also wanted to add that I'm not a war-monger - I can't even watch 'Saving Private Ryan' all the way through. Seeing 'Gallipolli' did that to me - the whole humans-as-cannon-fodder, man's -inhumanity-to-man thing - I just can't bear it.
But while the setting of 'Empire of the Sun' is post-Pearl Harbour China during WWII after Shanghai is seized by the Japanese, the plot deals with so much more. It's an absolutely compelling book. The protagonist is Jamie, an 11 year old British boy who has never actually been to Britain; his parents are well-to-do Brits living the high life in their schizophrenic adopted land. Jamie describes their life in the International compound just outside of downtown Shanghai, where the residents are protected, physically and otherwise, by their chauffeurs, their amahs, their status, their high fences, their money. He tells of the day when the beggar who lives outside of the gates has his foot run over and crushed by Jamie's Packard. Jamie reports this event in an unemotional, dispassionate way. He simply reports what he sees, but little he sees breaks through him at an emotional level. He is used to ordering his amah around, telling the servants that he will kill them if they don't follow his orders, to seeing the chauffeur use a whip on the beggars who crowd around the car on their trips off the compound. To Jamie, these people are not people, they just are. And what happens to them, happens to them. It's as simple as that, and he gives it no more thought than that.
However, the day the Japanese attack the British warships in the Shanghai harbour is the day Jamie's life is turned on its head. Life as he knows it disappears in an instant, and Jamie is forced to fend for himself in a cruel and heartless world. With nothing more than the clothes on his back and reserves of boundless energy, Jamie lives out the rest of World War II behind barbed wire, and the experiences he has change him in unimaginable ways.
One thing in particular that I like about the book is how it's written on two different levels: narrated by an 11 year old with an 11 year old's understanding of the way things are, we as adults are able to read so much more into what he reports. Because of this, I find the time that Jamie spends with two US Merchant Marines who 'rescue' him to be the most suspenseful of the whole novel.
'Empire of the Sun' is an absolutely mesmerizing story of survival, and it is, to either a greater or lesser degree (my guess is greater), at least partially autobiographical - Ballard himself spent many of his childhood years in civilian POW camps in China after his family was captured by the Japanese.
My advice is, if you haven't read this book - do. Now.
I just re-read 'Empire of the Sun' once again last weekend. This is a novel that was 1984's winner of The Guardian Fiction Prize and was also short-listed for The Booker Prize. Frankly, I can't imagine which book could have won the Booker that year over Ballard's offering- I'll have to look it up, and it had better be good, otherwise I'll be very, very angry, as Marvin the Martian would say. Without even looking it up, I know Ballard was robbed - he should have won. 'Empire of the Sun' is definitely the best book of that year, if not the entire decade.
This is a book about war - World War II, to be exact. And it was turned into a movie (by Speilberg) which I have never seen (I've been told the movie is little more than a pale imitation of the book, so I have gladly boycotted it). Anyway, I also wanted to add that I'm not a war-monger - I can't even watch 'Saving Private Ryan' all the way through. Seeing 'Gallipolli' did that to me - the whole humans-as-cannon-fodder, man's -inhumanity-to-man thing - I just can't bear it.
But while the setting of 'Empire of the Sun' is post-Pearl Harbour China during WWII after Shanghai is seized by the Japanese, the plot deals with so much more. It's an absolutely compelling book. The protagonist is Jamie, an 11 year old British boy who has never actually been to Britain; his parents are well-to-do Brits living the high life in their schizophrenic adopted land. Jamie describes their life in the International compound just outside of downtown Shanghai, where the residents are protected, physically and otherwise, by their chauffeurs, their amahs, their status, their high fences, their money. He tells of the day when the beggar who lives outside of the gates has his foot run over and crushed by Jamie's Packard. Jamie reports this event in an unemotional, dispassionate way. He simply reports what he sees, but little he sees breaks through him at an emotional level. He is used to ordering his amah around, telling the servants that he will kill them if they don't follow his orders, to seeing the chauffeur use a whip on the beggars who crowd around the car on their trips off the compound. To Jamie, these people are not people, they just are. And what happens to them, happens to them. It's as simple as that, and he gives it no more thought than that.
However, the day the Japanese attack the British warships in the Shanghai harbour is the day Jamie's life is turned on its head. Life as he knows it disappears in an instant, and Jamie is forced to fend for himself in a cruel and heartless world. With nothing more than the clothes on his back and reserves of boundless energy, Jamie lives out the rest of World War II behind barbed wire, and the experiences he has change him in unimaginable ways.
One thing in particular that I like about the book is how it's written on two different levels: narrated by an 11 year old with an 11 year old's understanding of the way things are, we as adults are able to read so much more into what he reports. Because of this, I find the time that Jamie spends with two US Merchant Marines who 'rescue' him to be the most suspenseful of the whole novel.
'Empire of the Sun' is an absolutely mesmerizing story of survival, and it is, to either a greater or lesser degree (my guess is greater), at least partially autobiographical - Ballard himself spent many of his childhood years in civilian POW camps in China after his family was captured by the Japanese.
My advice is, if you haven't read this book - do. Now.
Canned Hamm - by Lezah
There have been lots of bands/singers over time who have gained notoriety at least in part because of lewd behaviour (or what people perceive to be lewd behaviour).
Cases in point: Elvis (the Pelvis) and his swiveling hips which were banned from TV monitors for being obscene; Jim Morrison and his incident in Florida where he was accused of exposing himself; Ken Hamm from the legendary Vancouver band Slow, who got kicked out of Expo 86 when Hamm dropped his drawers; Shannon Hoon from Blind Mellow who urinated on the crowd at Vancouver's Pacific Colosseum; the Red Hot Chili Peppers and their tube sock outfits; the list goes on.
So where am I going with this? No idea. I just have an interest in male nudity, I guess.
Actually, where I'm going is to Celebrities - or rather, that's where I went after the Sloan show. There were three bands playing and unfortunately I can't tell you a thing about the first two -not even their names! Sorry!! But the last group I did manage to see, and that was Vancouver camp/dance band Canned Hamm. Singers Rob Dayton and Ken Hamm (yes, he of the notorious and legendary Slow) perform the campiest song and dance act (to a pre-recorded soundtrack) that I've ever seen. Their get-ups are hilarious: sky-blue, skin-tight jump suits with huge white fringe on the sleeves, they are right out of the late '70s. They spent most of the time dancing with the crowd on the floor, or (in the case of Rob), dancing up on the railings of the bar. Took me back to the old Luv-A-Fair days, to be sure.
Talking to Rob after the show, he was lamenting that the crowd wasn't bigger, but then there were about four big acts in town that night, so... that's the way it goes, I guess.
Anyway, this band is a bit Scissor Sisters, a bit Village People, and a bit over the top, high-camp. Lots of energy, lots of fun, and I'd definitely go see them again.
Cases in point: Elvis (the Pelvis) and his swiveling hips which were banned from TV monitors for being obscene; Jim Morrison and his incident in Florida where he was accused of exposing himself; Ken Hamm from the legendary Vancouver band Slow, who got kicked out of Expo 86 when Hamm dropped his drawers; Shannon Hoon from Blind Mellow who urinated on the crowd at Vancouver's Pacific Colosseum; the Red Hot Chili Peppers and their tube sock outfits; the list goes on.
So where am I going with this? No idea. I just have an interest in male nudity, I guess.
Actually, where I'm going is to Celebrities - or rather, that's where I went after the Sloan show. There were three bands playing and unfortunately I can't tell you a thing about the first two -not even their names! Sorry!! But the last group I did manage to see, and that was Vancouver camp/dance band Canned Hamm. Singers Rob Dayton and Ken Hamm (yes, he of the notorious and legendary Slow) perform the campiest song and dance act (to a pre-recorded soundtrack) that I've ever seen. Their get-ups are hilarious: sky-blue, skin-tight jump suits with huge white fringe on the sleeves, they are right out of the late '70s. They spent most of the time dancing with the crowd on the floor, or (in the case of Rob), dancing up on the railings of the bar. Took me back to the old Luv-A-Fair days, to be sure.
Talking to Rob after the show, he was lamenting that the crowd wasn't bigger, but then there were about four big acts in town that night, so... that's the way it goes, I guess.
Anyway, this band is a bit Scissor Sisters, a bit Village People, and a bit over the top, high-camp. Lots of energy, lots of fun, and I'd definitely go see them again.
Survivor - by Lezah
I kept hearing about this TV show 'Survivor' that's supposed to be really popular (never watched it, myself); I made the connection then and there - Chuck Palahniuk wrote the novel 'Survivor' and since I really liked his debut novel 'Fight Club', I figured I'd better see what all the fuss about.
Kidding!!
I'm well aware that 'Survivor' the TV show and 'Survivor' the novel are in no way connected, and I apologize to Mr. Palahniuk for any pain, embarrassment or loss of income through book sales my above statement may have caused him.
Whew! I'm glad I got that over with!
Okay, having just finished the novel, what I want to say is that it is insane. Oops, I mean I want to say that it is a satire! A satire! Of course, as they say there is a fine line between genius and insanity; likewise, I firmly believe that there is a fine line between satire and insanity. And this book certainly walks that line.
'Survivor' deals with the concepts of fame and all its trappings: public relations, image and the media machine; cults and religion; love and lust; life and death; the whole Martha Stewart/perfect housekeeper phenomenon; and everything in between.
This book starts at the end - you can tell it is the end because the first page of the novel opens at chapter 47 and is numbered 289. It weaves a convoluted path as the protagonist, Tender Branson, tells his story. At the outset of the novel, we find him hurtling towards his imminent death in a run-away jet airliner; he is relating his tale to the black box (the flight recorder, which in actual fact is orange in colour); he has ensured that the passengers have all safely disembarked, and once underway again, has also kicked out the pilot (making sure, first of all, he was wearing a parachute). He is well aware that he has limited time; in two hours, the engines will start to flame out, one by one, until all four engines are gone and the plane starts on its 'terminal descent'.
Tender Branson, through the course of his story, becomes the last surviving member of the cult in which he was raised. He has been assigned a social worker, courtesy of the government who is concerned that he might try and commit suicide; he has been trained in the domestic arts, and works for a demanding and socially inept couple whom he never sees but merely trades insults and commands with over a speaker phone; he starts a self-styled suicide help-line, but of the type most people aren't expecting; he meets the girls of his dreams. What more could anybody want?
Tender takes all this and runs with it, and when life throws him a couple of unanticipated bones, he makes the most of it - for a while, until things go sideways, big time.
Unpredictable, dark, painfully truthful, and surprisingly humorous, this book takes a deadpan look at our society and those who run it. Says Tender:
Everything the agent's been telling me makes perfect sense. For instance, if Jesus Christ had died in prison, with no one watching and with no one there to mourn or torture him, would we be saved?
With all due respect.
According to the agent, the biggest factor that makes you a saint is the amount of press coverage you get. (p. 152)
What sacrilege! Give it a read - I dare you!
Kidding!!
I'm well aware that 'Survivor' the TV show and 'Survivor' the novel are in no way connected, and I apologize to Mr. Palahniuk for any pain, embarrassment or loss of income through book sales my above statement may have caused him.
Whew! I'm glad I got that over with!
Okay, having just finished the novel, what I want to say is that it is insane. Oops, I mean I want to say that it is a satire! A satire! Of course, as they say there is a fine line between genius and insanity; likewise, I firmly believe that there is a fine line between satire and insanity. And this book certainly walks that line.
'Survivor' deals with the concepts of fame and all its trappings: public relations, image and the media machine; cults and religion; love and lust; life and death; the whole Martha Stewart/perfect housekeeper phenomenon; and everything in between.
This book starts at the end - you can tell it is the end because the first page of the novel opens at chapter 47 and is numbered 289. It weaves a convoluted path as the protagonist, Tender Branson, tells his story. At the outset of the novel, we find him hurtling towards his imminent death in a run-away jet airliner; he is relating his tale to the black box (the flight recorder, which in actual fact is orange in colour); he has ensured that the passengers have all safely disembarked, and once underway again, has also kicked out the pilot (making sure, first of all, he was wearing a parachute). He is well aware that he has limited time; in two hours, the engines will start to flame out, one by one, until all four engines are gone and the plane starts on its 'terminal descent'.
Tender Branson, through the course of his story, becomes the last surviving member of the cult in which he was raised. He has been assigned a social worker, courtesy of the government who is concerned that he might try and commit suicide; he has been trained in the domestic arts, and works for a demanding and socially inept couple whom he never sees but merely trades insults and commands with over a speaker phone; he starts a self-styled suicide help-line, but of the type most people aren't expecting; he meets the girls of his dreams. What more could anybody want?
Tender takes all this and runs with it, and when life throws him a couple of unanticipated bones, he makes the most of it - for a while, until things go sideways, big time.
Unpredictable, dark, painfully truthful, and surprisingly humorous, this book takes a deadpan look at our society and those who run it. Says Tender:
Everything the agent's been telling me makes perfect sense. For instance, if Jesus Christ had died in prison, with no one watching and with no one there to mourn or torture him, would we be saved?
With all due respect.
According to the agent, the biggest factor that makes you a saint is the amount of press coverage you get. (p. 152)
What sacrilege! Give it a read - I dare you!
Lord Gnome's Literary Companion - by Lezah
I just recently finished reading a hilarious book of literary criticism entitled 'Lord Gnome's Literary Companion' (edited by Francis Wheen). In the introduction, Wheen says this about the articles in this book, which were originally published in 'Private Eye':
The whole point of the 'Literary Review' page is that there are no sacred cows, no inhibitions, no special favours, no treacly euphemisms. Messy work, but someone's got to do it. (p. 8)
With chapter titles such as 'Reviewers: The sound of one hand back-scratching', 'Bestsellers: A million readers can't be wrong - can they?', and 'Poetry: Verse than you think', this holds nothing back. No one is safe. From Dick Francis ("Dick Francis occupies an important place in English letters. He is the favorite writer of people who hate reading") to Ian McEwan ("Ian McEwan's novels... are generic. ... The cover is excellent."), from Jean M. Auel ("Look at the book review pages and you'd think that publishing revolves around long-awaited translations from the Czech and the previously uncollected essays of Isaiah Berlin and V. S. Pritchett. It don't. Publishing's about trash like this.") to Roald Dahl ("In gratitude for the heaps of money he has made them, publishers have been pulling out the publicity stops for the 70th birthday and 26th book of Roald Dahl. Like some monstrous Merlin, kept alive by bees' jelly, the gaunt old misanthrope has peered at us from full page ads, colour supplements and TV screens. Perhaps he will never die."), this book spares no one.
All I have to say is, thank God I'm not a writer! I couldn't bear to read stuff like that about what I'd written.
But I sure do love to read it...
The whole point of the 'Literary Review' page is that there are no sacred cows, no inhibitions, no special favours, no treacly euphemisms. Messy work, but someone's got to do it. (p. 8)
With chapter titles such as 'Reviewers: The sound of one hand back-scratching', 'Bestsellers: A million readers can't be wrong - can they?', and 'Poetry: Verse than you think', this holds nothing back. No one is safe. From Dick Francis ("Dick Francis occupies an important place in English letters. He is the favorite writer of people who hate reading") to Ian McEwan ("Ian McEwan's novels... are generic. ... The cover is excellent."), from Jean M. Auel ("Look at the book review pages and you'd think that publishing revolves around long-awaited translations from the Czech and the previously uncollected essays of Isaiah Berlin and V. S. Pritchett. It don't. Publishing's about trash like this.") to Roald Dahl ("In gratitude for the heaps of money he has made them, publishers have been pulling out the publicity stops for the 70th birthday and 26th book of Roald Dahl. Like some monstrous Merlin, kept alive by bees' jelly, the gaunt old misanthrope has peered at us from full page ads, colour supplements and TV screens. Perhaps he will never die."), this book spares no one.
All I have to say is, thank God I'm not a writer! I couldn't bear to read stuff like that about what I'd written.
But I sure do love to read it...
Junkers - by Lezah
Standard & Poor have dropped the credit rating of both Ford and GM shares to junk bond status recently. This is in response to the recent and sharp rise in gas prices around the world. Both of the domestic giants have been fighting a losing battle recently in the car market, as imports have been dominating that field lately. They have been keeping their heads above water purely through their strong hold on their truck and SUV lines; however, rising gas prices have pundits foreseeing a sharp decrease in sales in this sector.
Baby Names for the Future - by Lezah
University of Chicago economist Steven Levitt's bestseller Freakonomics (which I've mentioned before) is a book that looks at trends and links them with the economics that create these trends.
One phenomenon he investigates is baby names. What he has discovered is that trendy names start with those of higher income, and then there is a trickle down effect through the lower stratums of the economy. As this trickle down effect occurs and the popularity of the name spreads in the lower economic ranks, the rich adopt new names and the cycle begins anew.
Now baby names are something I've written about before, too. I just find it fascinating (and maybe this is a sad comment on me!) that names ARE so trendy. I read somewhere that during the war years, Mary was the most popular name - so much so that many derivations were concocted for it as a school class could easily have half of the girls in it with the handle Mary. Likewise, when I went to school there was a whole generation of Brenda and Debbies before me (and for some odd reason, they were usually sisters!). I went to school during the reign of Lisa and Karen, Kevin and David. As a matter of fact, the one PE class at my school had 17 Kevins in it, including two Kevin Smiths! Now elementary schools are filled with Jamies and Coles, Madisons and Masons.
According to Levitt, by 2015, some of the most popular names will be these:
for girls - Aviva, Avery, Ella, Flannery, Linden, Maeve, and Quinn
for boys - Aiden, Ansel, Carter, Cooper, Harper, Sander, and Sumner.
One phenomenon he investigates is baby names. What he has discovered is that trendy names start with those of higher income, and then there is a trickle down effect through the lower stratums of the economy. As this trickle down effect occurs and the popularity of the name spreads in the lower economic ranks, the rich adopt new names and the cycle begins anew.
Now baby names are something I've written about before, too. I just find it fascinating (and maybe this is a sad comment on me!) that names ARE so trendy. I read somewhere that during the war years, Mary was the most popular name - so much so that many derivations were concocted for it as a school class could easily have half of the girls in it with the handle Mary. Likewise, when I went to school there was a whole generation of Brenda and Debbies before me (and for some odd reason, they were usually sisters!). I went to school during the reign of Lisa and Karen, Kevin and David. As a matter of fact, the one PE class at my school had 17 Kevins in it, including two Kevin Smiths! Now elementary schools are filled with Jamies and Coles, Madisons and Masons.
According to Levitt, by 2015, some of the most popular names will be these:
for girls - Aviva, Avery, Ella, Flannery, Linden, Maeve, and Quinn
for boys - Aiden, Ansel, Carter, Cooper, Harper, Sander, and Sumner.
Return of the Car Wash - by Lezah
Here's a particular trend I've noticed lately, and I was quite curious about it until a friend explained the fairly mundane and pragmatic reason behind its rise.
Remember drive-though car washes with the spray and the shampoo and the huge big rollers? Well, drive-through car washes are back - not that they ever disappeared completely, but they certainly had their heyday back in the '70s when we as a society were still emerging from the '50s car culture which spawned both drive-in movies and drive-in restaurants. There was even a movie in the late '70s called Carwash, if you can believe it. But, like disco music, the late '70s saw the boom and bust of many trends, including car washes. But now for the echo...
Car washes are back, big time, and they're being built (in my area, anyway) on practically every available corner. We took our vehicle through one of these cultural freakzoids recently, and it turns out for $10 you can get the deluxe version (called the Typhoon). Unfortunately, while the front, top and sides of the car were gleaming afterwards, the entire back of the vehicle was still coated in dirt. I see they're actually expanding this particular car wash already, so figure they're upgrading to the 'tsunami' version now (sorry, bad taste!).
The other trend I have noticed is that about half of these places that have been built over the last two years now have big for sale signs in front of them, so perhaps there is just too much competition.
Turn out that the reason behind the rise of this trend is fairly simple: many people are living in condos and townhouse developments now, and a lot of these place either lack the facilities for washing one's car, or else have outright bans on residents doing so. So, people have one of two options: dirty car, or car wash.
Fortunately, I don't have the above problem, so in the future I will once again be dragging the hose out and washing my car in my driveway (and saving my $10!) - at least until they unveil the latest model, the tsunami, which can maybe wash right over my whole car...
Remember drive-though car washes with the spray and the shampoo and the huge big rollers? Well, drive-through car washes are back - not that they ever disappeared completely, but they certainly had their heyday back in the '70s when we as a society were still emerging from the '50s car culture which spawned both drive-in movies and drive-in restaurants. There was even a movie in the late '70s called Carwash, if you can believe it. But, like disco music, the late '70s saw the boom and bust of many trends, including car washes. But now for the echo...
Car washes are back, big time, and they're being built (in my area, anyway) on practically every available corner. We took our vehicle through one of these cultural freakzoids recently, and it turns out for $10 you can get the deluxe version (called the Typhoon). Unfortunately, while the front, top and sides of the car were gleaming afterwards, the entire back of the vehicle was still coated in dirt. I see they're actually expanding this particular car wash already, so figure they're upgrading to the 'tsunami' version now (sorry, bad taste!).
The other trend I have noticed is that about half of these places that have been built over the last two years now have big for sale signs in front of them, so perhaps there is just too much competition.
Turn out that the reason behind the rise of this trend is fairly simple: many people are living in condos and townhouse developments now, and a lot of these place either lack the facilities for washing one's car, or else have outright bans on residents doing so. So, people have one of two options: dirty car, or car wash.
Fortunately, I don't have the above problem, so in the future I will once again be dragging the hose out and washing my car in my driveway (and saving my $10!) - at least until they unveil the latest model, the tsunami, which can maybe wash right over my whole car...
Sub/Urban Landscapes - By Lezah
Well, it was featured in The Sun on Sunday, and in CSI: New York Monday this week, so it's obviously the' big new trend'.
Parkour is a french word meaning 'circuit', and is also the name of a new extreme sport - or, as some prefer to think of it, 'part urban-guerilla movement and part performance art'. Actually, it turns out it's not new at all: parkour was first developed in France 15 years ago by two men named Sebastian Foucan and David Belle, who are still practitioners. The people who participate in this sport are called 'traceurs', and the sport has since spread to Britain (where it is also called 'free-running') as well as urban settings in North America.
Parkour involves jumping, leaping, running and flipping over the elements of the concrete jungle that most of us wouldn't give a second glance to; handrails, gaps between buildings, stairs, what have you - everything is fair game when it comes to being incorporated in a parkour. It's done with fearlessness as well as a grace and fluidity that one might expect to see at the ballet. And not everyone can do this, either: traceurs train and run together, and don't encourage 'newbies' to join them until they're fit, trained and ready. There is an element of risk involved, scrapes, bruises and broken bones being the most common.
Of course, looking at it, the activity itself isn't new - it's just the setting that is different. For eons young people have grown up running, leaping, and swinging, sometimes in forests, sometimes at the lake, or on a farm, or even through suburban construction sites. It's the urban aspect that's new, and since parkour is potentially very public, this also helps to make it more impactful in our society today.
For more information go to www.urbanfreeflow.com.
Parkour is a french word meaning 'circuit', and is also the name of a new extreme sport - or, as some prefer to think of it, 'part urban-guerilla movement and part performance art'. Actually, it turns out it's not new at all: parkour was first developed in France 15 years ago by two men named Sebastian Foucan and David Belle, who are still practitioners. The people who participate in this sport are called 'traceurs', and the sport has since spread to Britain (where it is also called 'free-running') as well as urban settings in North America.
Parkour involves jumping, leaping, running and flipping over the elements of the concrete jungle that most of us wouldn't give a second glance to; handrails, gaps between buildings, stairs, what have you - everything is fair game when it comes to being incorporated in a parkour. It's done with fearlessness as well as a grace and fluidity that one might expect to see at the ballet. And not everyone can do this, either: traceurs train and run together, and don't encourage 'newbies' to join them until they're fit, trained and ready. There is an element of risk involved, scrapes, bruises and broken bones being the most common.
Of course, looking at it, the activity itself isn't new - it's just the setting that is different. For eons young people have grown up running, leaping, and swinging, sometimes in forests, sometimes at the lake, or on a farm, or even through suburban construction sites. It's the urban aspect that's new, and since parkour is potentially very public, this also helps to make it more impactful in our society today.
For more information go to www.urbanfreeflow.com.
Privatization in Education - by Lezah
It's election day today in BC and there are many hot topics. When the current party was voted in four years ago, huge cutbacks in health care, education, and senior care were brought forth very quickly after election day.
Education, in particular, was hit hard. Privatization now seems to be the buzz word of the day. Private schools are being lauded while public schools are regularly slammed by the media. An 'independent' think-tank, the Fraser Institute, publishes a list of schools each year and ranks them according (primarily) to Grade 12 final exam results (for the high schools, anyway); somehow, public schools seem to always lag behind.
Interestingly enough, when you compare how BC public school students do nationally, usually we're in the top two; when you compare how Canadian students do internationally (based on 30 000 Canadian 15 year olds who participated in PISA, an international test of literacy, science and math) we consistently are near the top, just behind front-runner Finland, and well in front of countries like the US, Britain and New Zealand. And yet our current provincial government continues to push the private school concept, and continues to increase spending in the private school sector while decreasing spending in public schools. And the difference between schools in Finland and schools in all these other countries? There's absolutely no privatization in Finnish schools. So, in a nutshell, what I'm trying to say is: privatization is bad, bad, bad.
A case in point: just look at what happened at a high school near where I live. Previously, this school had a top-notch Chef's Training program. The Chef was trained at the top cooking school in North America (the Culinary Institute of America); the program was provincially recognized and a frequent award winner; the students were educated well beyond your basic Mickey-D prep: they prepared great tasting, nutritional food that was beautifully presented. They raised money for a trip to New York every second year where they visited the top restaurants in the city. These were kids who, for the most part, were not academically inclined, but instead of the school throwing in the towel, these students were extremely well prepared upon graduation to pursue careers in high-end restaurants. They were not going to be working in a fast food joint at any time.
Unfortunately, after the cutbacks the program was shut down and a private company was brought in to run the cafeteria. This private company, as part of their contract, also received the revenue from the vending machine (this money had previously gone to the Athletics Department to buy new sports equipment).
But beyond that, it seemed that the repercussions of this cutback were relatively minor, in the grand scale of things - until some industrious students formed the Business Club. Their goal was to raise money to take a trip to China two years from now; the vehicle they were using to raise money was the school store, which had been out of operation for the last few months. These students did consumer surveys, looked at the nutritional analysis of products, scrubbed and cleaned and painted, advertised and promoted... They finally targeted two groups: the Asian students at the school, whose food choices were limited; and the health conscious. They decided to offer a 'healthier' option, like sushi, which would appeal to both groups. Everything went well until the private company running the cafeteria put in an official complaint with the School District.
A lady from 'Food Services' came out; the Health Inspector was sent. All stops were pulled. And the result was far reaching, because not only was the school store order to discontinue many of their products, leaving them with a skeleton menu, other groups in the school were also affected. Now, for anyone wanting to do a food related fundraiser? Only two per month will be permitted. The annual Multi-cultural lunch? Nope, no can do. The Students' Council Annual Free Ice Cream Day? Sorry. The Grad BBQ? No, try again. Bake sales? Not if it's prepared in someone's home? Cake walk? Grow up!
Frickin' ridiculous, is all I have to say...
Education, in particular, was hit hard. Privatization now seems to be the buzz word of the day. Private schools are being lauded while public schools are regularly slammed by the media. An 'independent' think-tank, the Fraser Institute, publishes a list of schools each year and ranks them according (primarily) to Grade 12 final exam results (for the high schools, anyway); somehow, public schools seem to always lag behind.
Interestingly enough, when you compare how BC public school students do nationally, usually we're in the top two; when you compare how Canadian students do internationally (based on 30 000 Canadian 15 year olds who participated in PISA, an international test of literacy, science and math) we consistently are near the top, just behind front-runner Finland, and well in front of countries like the US, Britain and New Zealand. And yet our current provincial government continues to push the private school concept, and continues to increase spending in the private school sector while decreasing spending in public schools. And the difference between schools in Finland and schools in all these other countries? There's absolutely no privatization in Finnish schools. So, in a nutshell, what I'm trying to say is: privatization is bad, bad, bad.
A case in point: just look at what happened at a high school near where I live. Previously, this school had a top-notch Chef's Training program. The Chef was trained at the top cooking school in North America (the Culinary Institute of America); the program was provincially recognized and a frequent award winner; the students were educated well beyond your basic Mickey-D prep: they prepared great tasting, nutritional food that was beautifully presented. They raised money for a trip to New York every second year where they visited the top restaurants in the city. These were kids who, for the most part, were not academically inclined, but instead of the school throwing in the towel, these students were extremely well prepared upon graduation to pursue careers in high-end restaurants. They were not going to be working in a fast food joint at any time.
Unfortunately, after the cutbacks the program was shut down and a private company was brought in to run the cafeteria. This private company, as part of their contract, also received the revenue from the vending machine (this money had previously gone to the Athletics Department to buy new sports equipment).
But beyond that, it seemed that the repercussions of this cutback were relatively minor, in the grand scale of things - until some industrious students formed the Business Club. Their goal was to raise money to take a trip to China two years from now; the vehicle they were using to raise money was the school store, which had been out of operation for the last few months. These students did consumer surveys, looked at the nutritional analysis of products, scrubbed and cleaned and painted, advertised and promoted... They finally targeted two groups: the Asian students at the school, whose food choices were limited; and the health conscious. They decided to offer a 'healthier' option, like sushi, which would appeal to both groups. Everything went well until the private company running the cafeteria put in an official complaint with the School District.
A lady from 'Food Services' came out; the Health Inspector was sent. All stops were pulled. And the result was far reaching, because not only was the school store order to discontinue many of their products, leaving them with a skeleton menu, other groups in the school were also affected. Now, for anyone wanting to do a food related fundraiser? Only two per month will be permitted. The annual Multi-cultural lunch? Nope, no can do. The Students' Council Annual Free Ice Cream Day? Sorry. The Grad BBQ? No, try again. Bake sales? Not if it's prepared in someone's home? Cake walk? Grow up!
Frickin' ridiculous, is all I have to say...
Swarm Marketing - By Lezah
People are hiving, marketers are swarming, and anything hot these days is called a buzz. The bee analogy abounds!
But swarm marketing is what I wanted to talk about. I heard about this the other day and found it quite fascinating, being that I have some kind of a freakish interest in business.
Anyway, it turns out that in the past there were two tried and true methods of mass marketing: the old way, referred to as 'one to many', which involved one product/presentation being offered to the widest audience possible, and the newer way that was brought about by the Internet called 'one to one', where ads were targeted at specific viewers. The success of this style of ad campaign was limited due to the vagaries of sites which would go off-line, the limited number of viewers that would ultimately see them, and no controls or means of telling who ultimately received the message.
The latest type of advertising is called swarm marketing which develops in a similar way to a flashmob. Advertisers look for sites that are getting huge traffic (www.jibjab.com, for instance) and then place ads there; as site visits drop off, the ads are moved on to the next site that people are swarming to.
So, keep your eyes peeled for some of those sites, and watch for the swarm...
But swarm marketing is what I wanted to talk about. I heard about this the other day and found it quite fascinating, being that I have some kind of a freakish interest in business.
Anyway, it turns out that in the past there were two tried and true methods of mass marketing: the old way, referred to as 'one to many', which involved one product/presentation being offered to the widest audience possible, and the newer way that was brought about by the Internet called 'one to one', where ads were targeted at specific viewers. The success of this style of ad campaign was limited due to the vagaries of sites which would go off-line, the limited number of viewers that would ultimately see them, and no controls or means of telling who ultimately received the message.
The latest type of advertising is called swarm marketing which develops in a similar way to a flashmob. Advertisers look for sites that are getting huge traffic (www.jibjab.com, for instance) and then place ads there; as site visits drop off, the ads are moved on to the next site that people are swarming to.
So, keep your eyes peeled for some of those sites, and watch for the swarm...
Election News - by Lezah
We here in BC are in the midst of the Provincial election. Today is voting day at the polls, and so for the last few weeks the media has been inundating us with reports on candidates' platforms, promises, etc.
A colleague at work was telling me of an especially groundbreaking report he saw in the media over the weekend. Apparently, the incumbent, Campbell, was speaking to a group of individuals and was described as being 'handsome and rugged', while elsewhere, the challenger (who happens to be a woman), was described as appearing 'worn and drawn in her drab black pantsuit'.
Must have been a slow news day..
A colleague at work was telling me of an especially groundbreaking report he saw in the media over the weekend. Apparently, the incumbent, Campbell, was speaking to a group of individuals and was described as being 'handsome and rugged', while elsewhere, the challenger (who happens to be a woman), was described as appearing 'worn and drawn in her drab black pantsuit'.
Must have been a slow news day..
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Imitation of Life - by Rob W.
Imitation of Life
last night i watched "Imitation of Life"-- the 1959 Douglas Sirk(directed-- Ross Hunter produced) remake of the 1934 Claudette Colbert classic. if you don't know it (ahem, glenn)--though you should, it's in the gay men's handbook--it's the story of a white woman and a black woman's (and their two daughters) friendship over several years -- the main drama being that the black woman's daughter tries to pass for white and the white woman's daughter is in love with her mother's boyfriend. it's all very soapy and weepy. in the original, Claudette Colbert becomes famous with an Aunt Jemima-type pancake recipe. In the 1954 version, the white woman, played rather coldly by the always glam Lana Turner, is a struggling actress who finally hits the big time with her black friend, played excellently (with an Oscar Nom) by Juanita Moore, by her side.
the movie is pure homo pleasure, from the glorious technicolor to the Sammy Fain title song, the Jean Louis costumes to the set design and art direction. it's the penultimate Douglas Sirk women's picture (and Todd Haynes would re-create it somewhat successfully with "Far From Heaven" in 2002)
Some things i really love about it are:
Lana Turner is a stage actress and the titles of a couple of her shows are something like the hilarious "No Time For Laughter" and "Always Another Tomorrow"
Sandra Dee plays Lana Turner's daughter.
John Gavin-- a major hunk (he still is, in his 70s) plays Lana Turner's boyfriend
Juanita Moore was a year YOUNGER than Lana but they make her up to look 20 years older.
Susan Kohner (also an Oscar Nom for this film)--who plays the daughter who tries to pass for white. she is incredibly beautiful. her last film was Freud in 1962 but she's still alive. where is she? what happened to her? actually, i remember, she's the mother of Paul and Chris Weitz--directors of American Pie and Without a Boy-- oh, i can totally see the resemblence-- dark hair, Mexican-Czech heritage.
No one speaks of Susan Kohner anymore. And THAT truly saddens me.
last night i watched "Imitation of Life"-- the 1959 Douglas Sirk(directed-- Ross Hunter produced) remake of the 1934 Claudette Colbert classic. if you don't know it (ahem, glenn)--though you should, it's in the gay men's handbook--it's the story of a white woman and a black woman's (and their two daughters) friendship over several years -- the main drama being that the black woman's daughter tries to pass for white and the white woman's daughter is in love with her mother's boyfriend. it's all very soapy and weepy. in the original, Claudette Colbert becomes famous with an Aunt Jemima-type pancake recipe. In the 1954 version, the white woman, played rather coldly by the always glam Lana Turner, is a struggling actress who finally hits the big time with her black friend, played excellently (with an Oscar Nom) by Juanita Moore, by her side.
the movie is pure homo pleasure, from the glorious technicolor to the Sammy Fain title song, the Jean Louis costumes to the set design and art direction. it's the penultimate Douglas Sirk women's picture (and Todd Haynes would re-create it somewhat successfully with "Far From Heaven" in 2002)
Some things i really love about it are:
Lana Turner is a stage actress and the titles of a couple of her shows are something like the hilarious "No Time For Laughter" and "Always Another Tomorrow"
Sandra Dee plays Lana Turner's daughter.
John Gavin-- a major hunk (he still is, in his 70s) plays Lana Turner's boyfriend
Juanita Moore was a year YOUNGER than Lana but they make her up to look 20 years older.
Susan Kohner (also an Oscar Nom for this film)--who plays the daughter who tries to pass for white. she is incredibly beautiful. her last film was Freud in 1962 but she's still alive. where is she? what happened to her? actually, i remember, she's the mother of Paul and Chris Weitz--directors of American Pie and Without a Boy-- oh, i can totally see the resemblence-- dark hair, Mexican-Czech heritage.
No one speaks of Susan Kohner anymore. And THAT truly saddens me.
eating habits of brooklynites - By Rob W.
eating habits of brooklynites
walking down flatbush yesterday, from the school where i teach to my apartment. i was listening to my ipod, the sun was shining and there was a soft breeze. and then i see a young woman walking towards me eating, what? no? yes? it couldn't be...but it is.
she's eating a crableg. she's eating one lone crab leg like it was a ear of corn or a popsickle.
a crableg.
only in brooklyn.
i'm going to miss that when we move to California.
walking down flatbush yesterday, from the school where i teach to my apartment. i was listening to my ipod, the sun was shining and there was a soft breeze. and then i see a young woman walking towards me eating, what? no? yes? it couldn't be...but it is.
she's eating a crableg. she's eating one lone crab leg like it was a ear of corn or a popsickle.
a crableg.
only in brooklyn.
i'm going to miss that when we move to California.
Three To Watch - by Lezah
Three To Watch
Well, I've been doing a lot of reading lately and three names seem to keep popping up at the bands of 2005. (Insert drum-roll here).
So, in no particular order, here they are:
Bloc Party - hailed as 'the next Franz Ferdinand', these guys sold out two Vancouver shows in March, and now they're back at the end of May. Don't miss them!
The Futureheads - I'm obsessed (that much is clear if you read any of my previous posts) - but it turns out the rest of the world is now riding on my coattails and banging The Futureheads' drum along with me. I don't want to say I told you so, but... I TOLD YOU SO!!!
Radio5 - quite honestly, I don't know a lot about them - but I'm gonna have to look them up. Immediately, if not sooner.
Well, I've been doing a lot of reading lately and three names seem to keep popping up at the bands of 2005. (Insert drum-roll here).
So, in no particular order, here they are:
Bloc Party - hailed as 'the next Franz Ferdinand', these guys sold out two Vancouver shows in March, and now they're back at the end of May. Don't miss them!
The Futureheads - I'm obsessed (that much is clear if you read any of my previous posts) - but it turns out the rest of the world is now riding on my coattails and banging The Futureheads' drum along with me. I don't want to say I told you so, but... I TOLD YOU SO!!!
Radio5 - quite honestly, I don't know a lot about them - but I'm gonna have to look them up. Immediately, if not sooner.
Free Shows 2005 - by Lezah Williamson
Free shows
I got comps for the Weezer CD release party Wednesday night. It was going to be at the Roxy so I wasn't overly excited about attending. Of course, Weezer released their latest CD Tuesday, so this party was in support of that event. I just figured it might be something interesting to do. However, I finally decided not to go because the tickets were free (isn't that just the dumbest reason?).
The next night was another free show, but I did decide to attend this one. It turns out that about once a month, David M. of 'No Fun' (The Beatles of Surrey) does a free solo show at the Robson Street Chapters. 'No Fun' recently was one of the headliners at the Vancouver Complications CD release party, and still plays regularly at shows around town.
Last night's show was in a small, fairly intimate space on the third floor, but was quite well attended. David, as always, was very topical - having just returned two days previously from Europe (he visited both Poland and Germany), he was full of tales of his trip. For example, as one who knows only three words in Polish (yes, thank you, and musician), David began feeling as though he was the stupidest man in Europe - but then he found out that George W. was in Europe at the same time, and instantly felt just so superior.
He also shared stories about his other travels, including a visit to Auschwitz (deathplace, obviously, of many Jews during WW2), the salt mines (death, potentially, to slugs), and to see Rufus Wainwright performing in a church (death, perhaps, to all that is holy? - or maybe one of the signs of the Apocalypse?). Irreverence, thy name is David!
He performed many news songs (but none of No Fun's fan faves or radio hits from the '80s), some covers (like Mason Williams), and two Gorgo ads. Gorgo ad, you ask? Yes, Gorgo, the lime toffee chew-bar which has for years been the official sponsor of 'No Fun' - David does ads for Gorgo during the show, which are always hilariously over the top. No wonder the actual Gorgo company is no longer around... perhaps they died of shame.
No Fun is playing a show at Candy Land on Kingsway on the long weekend, and David M. will continue to serenade Chapters customers on a monthly basis.
Come out to see him - the jokes are good and the price is right!
I got comps for the Weezer CD release party Wednesday night. It was going to be at the Roxy so I wasn't overly excited about attending. Of course, Weezer released their latest CD Tuesday, so this party was in support of that event. I just figured it might be something interesting to do. However, I finally decided not to go because the tickets were free (isn't that just the dumbest reason?).
The next night was another free show, but I did decide to attend this one. It turns out that about once a month, David M. of 'No Fun' (The Beatles of Surrey) does a free solo show at the Robson Street Chapters. 'No Fun' recently was one of the headliners at the Vancouver Complications CD release party, and still plays regularly at shows around town.
Last night's show was in a small, fairly intimate space on the third floor, but was quite well attended. David, as always, was very topical - having just returned two days previously from Europe (he visited both Poland and Germany), he was full of tales of his trip. For example, as one who knows only three words in Polish (yes, thank you, and musician), David began feeling as though he was the stupidest man in Europe - but then he found out that George W. was in Europe at the same time, and instantly felt just so superior.
He also shared stories about his other travels, including a visit to Auschwitz (deathplace, obviously, of many Jews during WW2), the salt mines (death, potentially, to slugs), and to see Rufus Wainwright performing in a church (death, perhaps, to all that is holy? - or maybe one of the signs of the Apocalypse?). Irreverence, thy name is David!
He performed many news songs (but none of No Fun's fan faves or radio hits from the '80s), some covers (like Mason Williams), and two Gorgo ads. Gorgo ad, you ask? Yes, Gorgo, the lime toffee chew-bar which has for years been the official sponsor of 'No Fun' - David does ads for Gorgo during the show, which are always hilariously over the top. No wonder the actual Gorgo company is no longer around... perhaps they died of shame.
No Fun is playing a show at Candy Land on Kingsway on the long weekend, and David M. will continue to serenade Chapters customers on a monthly basis.
Come out to see him - the jokes are good and the price is right!
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Saturday -2005 Book Review by Lezah Williamson
Saturday
Ian McEwan's novel Saturday is his latest since his blockbuster Atonement. Having never read the much lauded atonement I have no basis of comparison, although most reviews I have read about Saturday use words such as 'subtle', 'low-key', and the like, when comparing it to Atonement.
Basically, the book deals with a day in the life: it's a Saturday, the day off for a busy London neurosurgeon. He comes complete with the usual trappings of success: a lovely, intelligent wife; brilliant and talented children; a fabulous house in the 'right' neighbourhood; a famous father-in-law; an interesting a satisfying career; and great friends - in short, he's got it all. But on this particular Saturday, he witnesses an unsettling event at the break of dawn, and this sets the tone for the rest of the book. The protagonist remains unsettled for much of the day, and events that occur - events out of the ordinary for a 'usual' Saturday, or any day for that matter - serve to increase that feeling of unrest.
This novel takes one day to work through the plot. Unfortunately, as a read, it seems to take a whole lot longer. It was somewhat suspenseful, fairly interesting, quite well-written, but not something that I've been thinking about non-stop since finishing it - which has been the case with many of the books I've read lately.
Over all, I'd give this one a C+.
Lezah
Ian McEwan's novel Saturday is his latest since his blockbuster Atonement. Having never read the much lauded atonement I have no basis of comparison, although most reviews I have read about Saturday use words such as 'subtle', 'low-key', and the like, when comparing it to Atonement.
Basically, the book deals with a day in the life: it's a Saturday, the day off for a busy London neurosurgeon. He comes complete with the usual trappings of success: a lovely, intelligent wife; brilliant and talented children; a fabulous house in the 'right' neighbourhood; a famous father-in-law; an interesting a satisfying career; and great friends - in short, he's got it all. But on this particular Saturday, he witnesses an unsettling event at the break of dawn, and this sets the tone for the rest of the book. The protagonist remains unsettled for much of the day, and events that occur - events out of the ordinary for a 'usual' Saturday, or any day for that matter - serve to increase that feeling of unrest.
This novel takes one day to work through the plot. Unfortunately, as a read, it seems to take a whole lot longer. It was somewhat suspenseful, fairly interesting, quite well-written, but not something that I've been thinking about non-stop since finishing it - which has been the case with many of the books I've read lately.
Over all, I'd give this one a C+.
Lezah
Giacomo, by Lezah
Giacomo
In 1994, jockey Mike Smith rode favorite Holy Bull to a disappointing 12th place finish in the Kentucky Derby. Holy Bull went on to have a stellar career, but perhaps one of his greatest achievements might be what happened 11 years later: ridden by jockey Smith, Holy Bull's son Giacomo came home a winner in the 131st Kentucky Derby, the very race his sire had been unable to win himself.
The grey colt, a 50 to 1 longshot, is owned by Jerry Moss, Rondor Music chair and founder of A & M Records. Moss is a good friend of musician Sting; Giacomo is named after Sting's 9 year old son, and Giacomo's dam (mother) is called Set Them Free, which also happens to be the title of a Sting song. Moss also owns another horse called Styler, after Sting's wife.
The purse for the winner in this year's Derby was $1.6 million, and had a field of 20 horses, the largest since 1984. As well, the first four to cross the finish line were all long shots, which resulted in some incredible payouts: the exacta paid $9,814 (for a $2 bet), the trifecta paid $133,134, and the superfecta paid a whopping $1.73 million.
Not bad for a day at the races...
Lezah
In 1994, jockey Mike Smith rode favorite Holy Bull to a disappointing 12th place finish in the Kentucky Derby. Holy Bull went on to have a stellar career, but perhaps one of his greatest achievements might be what happened 11 years later: ridden by jockey Smith, Holy Bull's son Giacomo came home a winner in the 131st Kentucky Derby, the very race his sire had been unable to win himself.
The grey colt, a 50 to 1 longshot, is owned by Jerry Moss, Rondor Music chair and founder of A & M Records. Moss is a good friend of musician Sting; Giacomo is named after Sting's 9 year old son, and Giacomo's dam (mother) is called Set Them Free, which also happens to be the title of a Sting song. Moss also owns another horse called Styler, after Sting's wife.
The purse for the winner in this year's Derby was $1.6 million, and had a field of 20 horses, the largest since 1984. As well, the first four to cross the finish line were all long shots, which resulted in some incredible payouts: the exacta paid $9,814 (for a $2 bet), the trifecta paid $133,134, and the superfecta paid a whopping $1.73 million.
Not bad for a day at the races...
Lezah
Broadway Opening - 2005 Glengarry Glen Ross, by Christine
Broadway Opening - Glengarry Glen Ross
I wished I lived in New York as the timeless Glengarry Glen Ross opened on Broadway, at the Royale Theater, with a formidable cast: Alan Alda, Liev Schreiber, Frederick Weller, Tom Wopat, Gordon Clapp, and Jeffrey Tambor. Frankly, I’d go to any play with Alan Alda in it, but to have a combination this good is distressing to someone too far away to partake.
It’s interesting how some stories just never fade into the sunset, nor should they. Such is the case with Glengarry Glen Ross. For those unaware, Glengarry Glen Ross centers around small-time real estate salesmen/hustlers intent on ‘closing deals’ on the title’s land plots.
I read the 1984 book/play/Pulitzer Prize winner, by David Mamet, and saw the movie starring Al Pacino, Jack Lemmon, Alan Arkin, et al. Pacino received a 1992 Best Supporting Actor Oscar nomination, although Lemmon was clearly the movie’s standout. Kevin Spacey played his part so well, I began to take notice of him. I liken the gritty Glengarry Glen Ross to Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman in its characters’ ‘Pursuit of the American Dream’, however, that’s where the similarities end, as Glengarry is full of selfish, morally and ethically bankrupted characters: Roma, Williamson, Levene, Moss and Aaronow (not a Willy Lohman in the bunch). The play runs through to August 28th/05, so who knows... maybe I can save up.
Christine
I wished I lived in New York as the timeless Glengarry Glen Ross opened on Broadway, at the Royale Theater, with a formidable cast: Alan Alda, Liev Schreiber, Frederick Weller, Tom Wopat, Gordon Clapp, and Jeffrey Tambor. Frankly, I’d go to any play with Alan Alda in it, but to have a combination this good is distressing to someone too far away to partake.
It’s interesting how some stories just never fade into the sunset, nor should they. Such is the case with Glengarry Glen Ross. For those unaware, Glengarry Glen Ross centers around small-time real estate salesmen/hustlers intent on ‘closing deals’ on the title’s land plots.
I read the 1984 book/play/Pulitzer Prize winner, by David Mamet, and saw the movie starring Al Pacino, Jack Lemmon, Alan Arkin, et al. Pacino received a 1992 Best Supporting Actor Oscar nomination, although Lemmon was clearly the movie’s standout. Kevin Spacey played his part so well, I began to take notice of him. I liken the gritty Glengarry Glen Ross to Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman in its characters’ ‘Pursuit of the American Dream’, however, that’s where the similarities end, as Glengarry is full of selfish, morally and ethically bankrupted characters: Roma, Williamson, Levene, Moss and Aaronow (not a Willy Lohman in the bunch). The play runs through to August 28th/05, so who knows... maybe I can save up.
Christine
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Spokane's Mayor - Can You Spell Hypocrite? by Christine
Spokane’s mayor, James West, an extreme Anti-gay proponent, is admittedly gay himself. As well, he has accusations against him from former boy scouts, claiming inappropriate conduct. How hypocritical is that? It’s bad enough that he may have molested some boy scouts, but to be so publicly Anti-gay, only to turn around and admit he’s had adult male consensual sex makes me shake my head. If indeed he is gay, I have no issues with that (I do have issues if the molestation accusations are true). Why would he purposely woo those extremely conservative people who are anti-gay? Did he really think no one would discover his sexual orientation? And what about going online to non-political chatrooms from his office? Can you spell both hypocrite and stupid?Christine
Gordon Campbell and British Columbia's Election - Christine's 2005 Political Rant
Christine’s Political Sound Off
I grew up in a household where voting alliances were clear - my father was a staunch NDPer and my mother was a Trudeau Liberalist. I also recall how each time they went to vote, my father grumbled how she was merely canceling his vote. This parental interaction taught me two things - it was important to vote, you could not be bullied into voting, and voting was a democratic privilege. No matter what other people thought, one was to vote for the party they thought could lead the best. That was then, this is now (to steal a S.E. Hinton title).
I was a underaged, closet Trudeau lover. I found him irresistibly arrogant and laughed when he swore, and laughed harder (despite my annoyance) when he gave us Westerners the finger. He served Canada both well and poorly, depending upon the topic, but he was undeniably charismatic.
Fast forward to the 90’s. My voting was all over the map, depending upon what my local candidate had to say, and the conviction with which he/she said it. I always had topics close to my heart and if the candidate managed to address a particular topic (along my line of thinking, of course) then he/she got my vote.
The Liberals were nonexistent in our Province for years, until an unknown named Gordon Wilson revitalized the party with a bang. I liked Gordon Wilson immediately - he voiced everything I had concerns with, and was in line with all my views. He actually made me look forward to voting; forget who was in my riding - I wanted this man in power! He managed to bring the Liberals into government as the Opposition Party, previously unfathomable, if it weren’t for him insisting on being a part of the live television debate (in which he was clearly the victor).
Then came Gordon Campbell (cue the ominous soundtrack) a former Social Credit leader wannabe, former Vancouver Mayor (that’s an article in itself) who was suddenly vying for Wilson’s position as leader of the Liberals. Wilson’s extramarital affair became headline news (hmm... who leaked that one?) and Wilson became a scandalous political pariah, and Gordon Campbell smarmed himself into the leadership position. Alongside Campbell was his talking head, official puppet Gary Farrell-Collins, and I felt dually slimed.
Which brings to to my present political rant. Why is it that such an unlikeable, unreliable personality (Campbell) can actually make people believe that he has had an impact on our economy, in any way? Don’t people realize it doesn’t matter which party is in power? Global events, intermarriage with the United States’ economy, and Eastern decisions navigates the wheel behind little ol’ British Columbia’s vehicle - not Gordon Campbell. And why aren’t his personal shenanigans, scandals, etc. forcing him into political oblivion? (There’s certainly enough of them.) Why aren’t people outraged that his Liberal cronies are the ones to phone in to talk shows with softball questions when he’s on air? Campbell managed to take a middle of the road, non-offensive provincial Liberal Party and turn it into the (extremely) Conservative Party ( just misspelled).
Well, I (and my father, now deceased, but smirking nonetheless) have to thank Campbell for helping me solidify my vote. Fluffy the Rabbit could run as an independent and he/she would get my vote - anything - to get this unscrupulous bunch out of power. Fortunately, someone I actually like (Carole James) is running, so the rabbit vote is a moot point. Campbell can head East and hang out with Paul Martin (at our expense, of course) and help further corrupt Canada.
As for Carole James, leader of the NDP Party, I have never wished so hard (with exception to Gordon Wilson) for someone, like her, to win an election. I just hope that British Columbians can ignore Campbell’s ranting about Glen Clark’s NDP’s reign (how desperate is that?... they can’t get ANY dirt on this woman so they resort to the past) and see the real issue - we need Campbell out and some new blood in. Carole James is that “new blood”, determined to soften that former NDP labour-driven image as she outlines new possibilities for our province. And if you can’t stomach voting NDP - then go Green - just stay away from Gordon Campbell and the Socreds, I mean, Liberals.
I grew up in a household where voting alliances were clear - my father was a staunch NDPer and my mother was a Trudeau Liberalist. I also recall how each time they went to vote, my father grumbled how she was merely canceling his vote. This parental interaction taught me two things - it was important to vote, you could not be bullied into voting, and voting was a democratic privilege. No matter what other people thought, one was to vote for the party they thought could lead the best. That was then, this is now (to steal a S.E. Hinton title).
I was a underaged, closet Trudeau lover. I found him irresistibly arrogant and laughed when he swore, and laughed harder (despite my annoyance) when he gave us Westerners the finger. He served Canada both well and poorly, depending upon the topic, but he was undeniably charismatic.
Fast forward to the 90’s. My voting was all over the map, depending upon what my local candidate had to say, and the conviction with which he/she said it. I always had topics close to my heart and if the candidate managed to address a particular topic (along my line of thinking, of course) then he/she got my vote.
The Liberals were nonexistent in our Province for years, until an unknown named Gordon Wilson revitalized the party with a bang. I liked Gordon Wilson immediately - he voiced everything I had concerns with, and was in line with all my views. He actually made me look forward to voting; forget who was in my riding - I wanted this man in power! He managed to bring the Liberals into government as the Opposition Party, previously unfathomable, if it weren’t for him insisting on being a part of the live television debate (in which he was clearly the victor).
Then came Gordon Campbell (cue the ominous soundtrack) a former Social Credit leader wannabe, former Vancouver Mayor (that’s an article in itself) who was suddenly vying for Wilson’s position as leader of the Liberals. Wilson’s extramarital affair became headline news (hmm... who leaked that one?) and Wilson became a scandalous political pariah, and Gordon Campbell smarmed himself into the leadership position. Alongside Campbell was his talking head, official puppet Gary Farrell-Collins, and I felt dually slimed.
Which brings to to my present political rant. Why is it that such an unlikeable, unreliable personality (Campbell) can actually make people believe that he has had an impact on our economy, in any way? Don’t people realize it doesn’t matter which party is in power? Global events, intermarriage with the United States’ economy, and Eastern decisions navigates the wheel behind little ol’ British Columbia’s vehicle - not Gordon Campbell. And why aren’t his personal shenanigans, scandals, etc. forcing him into political oblivion? (There’s certainly enough of them.) Why aren’t people outraged that his Liberal cronies are the ones to phone in to talk shows with softball questions when he’s on air? Campbell managed to take a middle of the road, non-offensive provincial Liberal Party and turn it into the (extremely) Conservative Party ( just misspelled).
Well, I (and my father, now deceased, but smirking nonetheless) have to thank Campbell for helping me solidify my vote. Fluffy the Rabbit could run as an independent and he/she would get my vote - anything - to get this unscrupulous bunch out of power. Fortunately, someone I actually like (Carole James) is running, so the rabbit vote is a moot point. Campbell can head East and hang out with Paul Martin (at our expense, of course) and help further corrupt Canada.
As for Carole James, leader of the NDP Party, I have never wished so hard (with exception to Gordon Wilson) for someone, like her, to win an election. I just hope that British Columbians can ignore Campbell’s ranting about Glen Clark’s NDP’s reign (how desperate is that?... they can’t get ANY dirt on this woman so they resort to the past) and see the real issue - we need Campbell out and some new blood in. Carole James is that “new blood”, determined to soften that former NDP labour-driven image as she outlines new possibilities for our province. And if you can’t stomach voting NDP - then go Green - just stay away from Gordon Campbell and the Socreds, I mean, Liberals.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
The 2005 Indie Music Scene, by Lezah Williamson
The indie music machine is cranking up, big time. The number of good - really good - indie bands coming through town these days is increasing almost exponentially. A few years ago we'd have these great (or maybe not so great) long dry spells where there were no decent bands to see - sure, there were bands, but just not much of interest. These days, however, I just can't keep up. I'd go broke trying to get to all the shows, and end up with a pretty serious sleep deficit to boot.
What exactly is going on? Why the sudden change in the scene?Even the old stodgies at Time magazine have noticed: the April 4 Canadian edition had The Arcade Fire on the front cover, with the headline, "Canada's Most Intriguing Rock Band: Why critics love the Arcade Fire, and how it became the country's hottest musical export". Also included was "The best indie bands in the nation and the most anticipated albums of 2005", "Indie Heat: How an unknown Montreal band became a critical favorite and helped put Canadian music on the world map", "Five That Matter", "What it Means to Go 'Indie'", and "The Insider's Guide to Indie Rock". Some seriously good reading there. Seriously.
Someone I was speaking to the other day mentioned the discovery of Kate Bush, and how, when she was discovered, it was determined that she 'wasn't ready' so she was given a couple of years to pull things together. Of course, the big music machine doesn't work that way any more; she either wouldn't get picked up at all, or else it would be a case of chew her up and spit it out. There's no development of bands any more from the big money end of things, it's all marketing and image-making and stylists. The importance of the music seems trail along somewhere, way back in the distance.
And then computer downloads and iTunes and people burning their own cds have cut into the profit margins of the big guys, too. So when indie sales jump from 14% to 19% in four years (1999 to 2003), when indie bands sell out increasingly larger venues for nights in a row, when people like Vancouver's Black Mountain art collective or Montreal's Broken Social Scene are doing all the legwork, when Austin's indie music festival South by Southwest garners almost as much press as the Oscars, then that's when people sit up and notice.
Consequently, real music is on the rise and all that Jessica Simpson and her ilk pre-fab stuff (I can't even bring myself to call if music) can just get airbrushed, produced and shipped the h**l out of here!
Broken Social Scene, by Lezah
Broken Social SceneI just think that the whole concept of collectives is beyond cool. Of course, in Vancouver we have the well -known Black Mountain art collective, and back east there are a probably more than a couple collectives, the best known revolving around God Speed You! Black Emperor and Broken Social Scene, and even there the lines are blurred.I've seen both God Speed You! Black Emperor (a few years ago) and many of the Black Mountain bunch (more recently); with both, you get the idea that we're only scratching the surface - they're great, and yet they are such a powerhouse of talent that you can imagine them taking this to places no one else has gone. Likewise, Broken Social Scene is someone who keeps getting recommended to me, but unfortunately I've never seen them. I think I need to, though. Recently, in Time magazine, Brendan Canning of Broken Social Scene had a full page write-up about the Canadian indie music scene (April 4/05 Canadian edition, p. 50). About indie music, he says "it cuts with an intensity that other music doesn't possess (or, as far as I can tell, even strive for)." Too true.Broken Social Scene started in 1999 in Toronto's fertile and wildly experimental music scene. Canning and Kevin Drew are the band's core members; however, there is a hugely sprawling mix of musicians involved in BSS who also have other musical outlets - bands like Apostle of Hustle, Feist, Metric, Stars, and Treble Charger, to name but a few, have a revolving cast of characters who contribute to BSS.BSS's eclectic (and award winning) 2002 release 'You Forgot It in People' earned them a 9.2 rating in www.Pitchforkmedia.com (#9 album of the year) as well as recognition internationally - they've been called 'one of underground's most beloved bands'.The mix of that much raw talent has helped produce a sound that is part ambient pop, part down tempo grooves, part drone rock dub with a low fi, emotional and textured depth that is still accessible to those of us with a brain. Powerful and affecting, it's music for the mind, the soul, the body.The band themselves are said to be tireless, and I heard a rumour that they are planning to release three albums staggered over the next year. At this point, their label Arts & Crafts is only confirming one. BSS is currently on tour in Japan, and from there they will spend mid-May to mid-June touring Europe.
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
The Embassy World Snooker Championships, by Kirk
The Embassy World Snooker Championships at Sheffield's Crucible theatre have been a part of my TV life since I was old enough to wield a cue.Alex Higgins, Steve Davis, Dennis Taylor and 18 million viewers after midnight in 1985, Steven Hendry's magnificent 7 in the 90s and the rise of Ronnie - all vivid memories for me! Maybe it's because the whole thing lasts almost three weeks and takes a certain amount of patience to stay with that makes it so special; you feel as if you've been through the pressure, the disappointment and the triumph with them by the end of it. Not to mention that it always throws up a decent amount of drama and the odd fairy tale success too.Before the tournament, it would have taken a fool, or a brave man, to bet against the reigning champ, O'Sullivan; he looked invincible, and even after an early scare his game looked smooth and solid as ever through to the quarter-finals. But then a controversial match with Peter Ebdon, whose slow style and possible gamesmanship broke Ronnie down, and it was anyone's - Ronnie declared he was taking a year off, and looking at the drawsheet from the other games all the top seeds had fallen in earlier rounds.By the time the semi-finals broke off only Matthew Stephens held a top 10 world ranking, but even then you weren't sure he would win it with the other 3 all giant killing underdogs. Stephens made the final, as he did in 2002, but it was 150/1 qualifier Shaun Murphy who stood in his way: a local lad of 22 that I hadn't even heard a whisper of before he beat John Higgins in the second round. A classic match ensued with never more than 4 frames between them in the marathon 4 session best of 35.The temperament of both players was great and no one was wishing that higher profile players had made it to the final, for here were worthy contenders.After 14 hours of play over 2 days it was Murphy whose mettle stood the test, as he emerged the victor 18-16 to be crowned the final Embassy World Champion!From obscurity to legend within the game in a matter of two weeks, and a check for £250,000 to put an extra shine on the trophy! Couldn't have happened to a nicer lad, by the looks of it. Top Telly!Kirk
The Anchorman with Will Ferrell
Certain staff at Empire Magazine had been touting this as the best comedy for a decade on its release! I had seen the talented Will Ferrell in Elf two Christmases ago and found myself enjoying his performance if not the script so much, but other than that I hadn't thought too much about him.Well, there is no doubt anymore: the new King of Comedy is right here! Anchorman (subtitled The Legend Of Ron Burgundy) is - if you like your comedy silly - the most laughs per minute I've had in a long time. At one point I had to pause it to give my kidneys the chance to recover after my convulsions! Not only the man himself, but the supporting cast of characters, too, are so richly drawn and so preposterously strange that when you whip them all together with some great one-liners and some hilarious sight-gags you have a movie even funnier than Dodgeball - and two months ago I wouldn't have thought that possible within the same year. Speaking of Ben Stiller, he pops up in another unforgettable cameo in the same scene as Tim Robbins and Luke Wilson to add even more juice to the cocktail. I'm almost scared to watch it again, so soon, as I may do myself some permanent damage! Several scenes, especially those in the first half of the movie will surely go down in comedic history - not least of all the side-splitting "jazz flute" section (pictured). Ron Burgundy could easily return in more adventures, Austin Powers style, but whatever Ferrell does I will be first in the queue - he has a new ‘biggest fan’. 10/10 (for its genre)Kirk
Monday, May 02, 2005
Parking Faux Pas, by Christine
Parking Faux PasIt happened again, and me being me, I just couldn’t keep my mouth shut.I walked into a busy corner grocery store and hollered out, “Hey! Who owns the green mustang?”“I do” was the response from a really, really big guy.Three other male customers turned to look at me.“You know, when you park like that - it’s a sign of arrogance as there’s limited space to begin with, and you took up two parking spots.”“Well, I just put $7,000 worth of work into that car and I’m not getting it wrecked,” came the reply.“Your chances of getting it damaged increase when you park like that. Do you know how many people can’t stand that?”Another voice pipes up and says, “Are you threatening to ‘key’ his car?”.I turned to the fellow at the cashier, the one who had just spoken, and replied, “Yes, that’s what I do for fun when I’m not working - drive around looking for cars to ‘key’. Get real!”I turned back to the fellow with the green car (who kept his back to me the whole time) and said, “I’m just giving you a head’s up; if you were to park like that at any high school, you wouldn’t recognize your car when you came out.”He just shrugged, so I said, “Sorry, I’m blonde and opinionated - gotta speak my mind when I feel the need, and I felt the need.”“That’s okay, I’m surrounded by blonde, opinionated women every day” came the resigned response.I had to laugh and said, “You poor bugger”.“Yeh, that’s what I say to myself”.We both left at the same time and he allowed my car to exit first - I wasn’t as mad anymore. In fact, I liked him due to his admission of having opinionated females involved in his life... so he can’t say he hasn’t been warned.Christine
Sunday, May 01, 2005
The Big Empty, by Lezah
The Big EmptyI was talking to someone the other day, and he was marveling at the fact that his parents had been able to pay off their mortgages in less than ten years and then invest their money, whereas this fellow was going to be paying his own mortgage off for another thirty-odd years - for a single family residence, similar to the one in which he grew up.I had three words for him: run-away inflation (maybe that actually counts as two, with the hyphen?). Anyway, when I pointed out to him that his parents would have likely benefitted from the run-away inflation of the 1970s, he was somewhat taken aback. Wasn't inflation a bad thing, economically? Well, as I pointed out to him, it's all a matter of timing.Probably this is what happened: his parents bought low and sold high - as simple as that. And at the same time, incomes were rising at an incredible rate. In the early '60s, your average income earner might make $400 a month, and might pay $6000 for a house (depending on the job and neighbourhood, of course). By the late '60s, they were looking at housing prices that were $20,000-30,000 but annual incomes had risen, too - so if you were in your first house, still, you were probably mortgage free now, and could afford to sell at a profit and buy in without much mortgage on a newer, bigger house. By the mid to late '70s? That person who was making $400 a month 15-20 years earlier could quite conceivably be making $30-50,000 a year! That's an incredible increase. So the financial security of many of our recently-retired seniors was all a matter of timing - and dumb luck, in a lot of cases.Of course, those slightly younger people who got into the housing market in the late '70s-early '80s didn't benefit from inflation like those that came before them did: they did get the higher incomes, but they also had to pay the incredible interest rates of the time, and many just couldn't keep up with the payments. There were lots and lots of people who lost their homes.Fast forward twenty years. My own house cost me around $200,000 about five years ago; it's certainly worth more now, in today's market, so I could sell at a profit, but I'd be buying in elsewhere in the same inflated housing market that would quickly eat up any profits I had realized. And my income? Am I ever going to be in a situation where I make more money than my house once cost me? The answer is a resounding no. Am I bitter? You betcha!Lezah
America the Broke, by Lezah
America the BrokeUniversity of Arizona economist Gerald J. Swanson is decrying the state of the union. He is predicting a 'fiscal Armageddon' based on run-away government and personal spending, as well as what he refers to as the 'inevitable collapse' of the US paper $ standard. He points out that in thirty years, American has gone from being the world's biggest creditor to being the world's biggest debtor. Since 2002, the US dollar has gone down 30% compared to the Euro. By 2002, the national debt was $7.3 trillion (approximately $25,000 per citizen).As well, personal savings are at an all-time low - the average being under 2% of one's income. Swanson claims that the most useful thing in a case like this is restraint -but ain't our society today all about the bling?Case in point: earlier this week, I was out with a group of people I hadn't seen for about four years. The average age of the group was 25. I'm sure that the average debt load each of these people was carrying was well in excess of my own - and that was only for their accessories. Chanel sunglasses, Vuitton purses, HUGE Rolex watches, MASSIVE diamonds (guys and girls both) - crikey! And don't get me started on the Hummer. Or the Mercedes. Can you spell ostentation?What do these people do for a living, I wondered? Frankly, I was afraid to ask. When you get people of that age flashing that much cash (literally and metaphorically speaking), it basically comes down to a few choices: a really good, high-paying job (doubt it); inheritance (possibly); criminal activities (I wouldn't rule it out); or, behind the final door, Vanna: a huge debt load (probably).But are they happy? Who knows. Let's just hope, for their sake, that interest rates don't go up, otherwise you can expect to see some shaved-headed guy hawking his Hummer down at the flea market...Lezah
Blogging, by Lezah
BloggingWell, I know I'm preaching to the converted here, but apparently this blogging thing is really big these days (hey, quit throwin' tomatoes!).Okay, okay, I'm obviously all about stating the obvious. But when my local newspaper starts a weekly Blogging column, and then actually starts a blog, you know something is up. It's the 'new journalism'. It's immediate. It's objective. It's out there, it's free and it's for everyone (at least, for those who own a computer). It aggressively challenges current media to be better, to be more objective, to be more immediate - and they can't rise to the challenge. So, I guess if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.Years ago, Marshall McLuhan was talking about the current media and its impact on society when he said, "It never ceases to oppress the older media until it finds new shapes and positions for them." Truer words were never spoken, as history has shown over and over again.A documentary called Control Room investigates what blogging can mean for the world. I think it's worth a look... Lezah
The Bloggies by Lezah
The BloggiesOh, we have arrived!(I've obviously just arrived a little late).I didn't realize it, but there is a Weblog Award - in its fifth year, no less - which names winners in a number of categories (Weblog of the Year, Most Humourous, Best Food Blog, and Best Designed are just a sampling). Winners were posted March 14/05 (see what I mean by being late?) on Bloggies.com, and are awarded based on reader votes.Prizes ain't much, but the fame, the glory, the... oh, quit dreaming and get writing! Lezah
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