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Archive for March 2004

Protected: Smokeout – It just keeps going and going…

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March 31, 2004 at 4:51 pm

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This is my brain on…

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Turn a burner on your stove to the highest setting. Get a frying pan. Place it on the burner for twenty minutes. Get one egg. From a height of forty inches, drop it shell and all into the frying pan (note: do not butter pan!). Get a spatula. Mash the egg into the pan for one half hour.

Turn off heat and contemplate results.

You’re lookin at me.

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March 29, 2004 at 1:09 pm

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OK here I go!

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For the next threee days I’ll be at Smokeout in Las Vegas, as will a bunch of other LJers. May actually be able to post from on the scene, but don get your hopes up…..

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March 26, 2004 at 6:45 am

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Protected: Lrg Chicken Seeks Head for: Reattachment

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March 25, 2004 at 11:18 am

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Just saw a commercial for “Jersey Girl”. Will you join me in listing the pop songs that should be officially banned from soundtracks, commercial filler and and incidental music?

In this case the offending article is Katrina and the Waves’ “Walkin on Sunshine” – a song that had worn out its welcome a month after it was first released.

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March 23, 2004 at 1:36 pm

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This has been the craziest week and there has been barely a moment to write about it. Not bad, just busy.

but I do have enough time for a comment whoring meme:

Sum up your opinion or impression of me in one word, leave it as a comment in this posting, and then post this sentence in your own journal.

thanks bearbait

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March 21, 2004 at 8:23 am

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Three things of little or no importance…

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These came to my attention today – two in a staff meeting, one while purchasing chai:

1) What is with the nagalene bottle of water thing? I thought it was confined to college campuses but now I see folks everywhere toting around liter bottles of water in clear plastic canteens. There’s something that creeps me out about it (aside from the fact that water is being surreptitiously privatized) and the bottles always somehow look dirty to me.

2) Women (and let’s be fair, some men) have to stop that new streaking technique when they dye their hair. You know the one that was developed to look more natural by producing varied shades? Well for the most part when you really look at it, it just means that people have vertical stripes in their hair. It’s the new acid wash.

3) Little Richard had an incredible voice on him. He recorded everything he ever did way too many times, but I just heard an early recording of “Lucille” and it’s some of the fiercest singing ever. You can tell that live he could hold his own against big RnB bands with little or no miking. One of the reasons I can’t bear programs like “American Idol” is that someone like him would never have a chance on them. Conversely, none of the people from those shows can make me give the slightest shit about anything I’ve ever heard them sing.

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March 18, 2004 at 1:07 pm

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Headline from the front page of today’s NY Times:

Love Canal Declared Clean, Ending Toxic Horror

I can’t stop thinking about that diminutive woman from Poltergeist adjusting her beehive and clucking “This – house – is – clean”

And we know what happened next.

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March 18, 2004 at 11:29 am

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I’ll make it official…

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This fuckin weather is fuckin fucked up.

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March 16, 2004 at 2:52 pm

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Woo Hoo….(hold on – this dance ain’t for everybody)

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….more jewelboxes to throw away! A box from Amazon just arrived containing the following three things:

Human Amusements at Hourly Rates: The best of Guided by Voices
TV on the Radio – desperate youth, blood thirsty babes
The Time – Ice Cream Castle

Thing is, I get cds for all the wrong reasons. You would think that anyone who bought as many of them as I do would be listening to music round the clock. In truth, I listen on the way to and from work, occasionally at home when doing chores and primarily when traveling. I tell myself that the small amount of djing I do justifies my expenditures but come on. I’ll buy a cd to hear what a band sounds like. And because I love getting presents (which is what those smiling amazon boxes still feel like even though I know where the money for them came from).

On a completely different note today’s New York Times chronicles the continuing bafflement of the Movie Industry in the face of the the ongoing success of Mel Gibson’s Passion. There is something quite delightful about the furious back pedalling and pandering that the executives are going through but what caught my eye were the following factoids:

“In the first days after its release on Feb. 25 (Ash Wednesday) “The Passion” drew large numbers from religious groups whose members had bought blocks of tickets. Since then exit polls conducted by the movie’s distributor, Newmarket Films, have found that young moviegoers have made up much of the audience.

“The R rating is limiting younger kids, but it is getting teens and college kids,” Newmarket’s president, Bob Berney, told Variety last week. The film has been promoted on horror-fan Web sites, and young men seem to be drawn by reports that the movie is gory.”

This of course is the demographic that Hollywood really cares about, but beyond that I was reminded about letters in the arts and leisure section on Sunday, arguing over the assertion of the film’s homoeroticism. One writer said that the film could not be homoerotic because it was clearly homophobic, given its androgynous Satan figure and nelly depiction of Herod. Something clicked into place in my thinking

It seems to me that this culture is engaged in a major reassessment of what Masculine sexuality is and this struggle is being enacted by trying to define the poles of hetero and homo sexuality. Images of male bodies in extremis are one of the major vehicles for this attempted definition.

I want to formulate this argument fully, but for now I’m going to just present a constellation of things: The Passion, Back Yard Wrestling, Jackass, Queer Eye, Punked, That reality show where the woman has to figure out which of her suitors are gay, 28 Days Later, the increasing visibility of “Kinky” sexuality on TV, and the gay marriage debate.

Like I say, this is just occured to me this morning so it is by no means fleshed out.

But here is one thought:

It of course is completely possible for something to be both homoerotic and homophobic at the same time; it’s a pseudo-Freudian cliche that homophobia is deployed as a defensive gesture toward one’s own homosexual desire. So in the Passion, our pleasure in watching the Christ’s torture is made clearly not sexual by the presence of figures who serve as sexual lightning rods: The physical disruption of Jesus’ body is clearly different from the sexual disruption of Satan’s so it and our involvement with it remains “straight”.

In the face of increasing proximity to homosexual experiences and voices, much of the culture will be engaging in such attempts in clarification (in the same way that 18th and 19th century culture used the notion of “Blackness” to bolster, and indeed invent, the identity of “White” people and thus to deal with guilt of slavery).

Much of my thinking around this is derived from Klaus Theweliet’s examination of Weinmar culture: Male Fantasies

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March 15, 2004 at 10:48 am

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