Monthly Archive for October, 2002

Sing-Sing at TT’s

We went to TT’s last night to see Sing-Sing, the new band of Emma Ander­son from Lush.

In all, I have to say it was just OK, due most­ly to my own per­son­al tastes. I was a fan of Lush, and most of the oth­er gui­tar-based british bands of 10 years ago, so I guess the pri­ma­ry dif­fer­ence here was that it was­n’t gui­tar-based at all. Sure, Emma was play­ing gui­tar, and they had a key­boardist who also played trum­pet, how­ev­er the bulk of the son­ic stuff came from a lit­tle iBook sit­ting next to the singer Lisa.

I’m not clear on who wrote the songs, or who even record­ed all of that dig­i­tal stuff, but I got the impres­sion that Emma has done the 4‑piece gui­tar thing, and want­ed to try some­thing else. It did­n’t help that she had a cold, and sniffed her way through the night.

For Lisa’s part, she’s not nec­es­sar­i­ly my cup­pa tea. She posed at the mic stand, look­ing upward with an angu­lar jaw line, as if she was expect­ing to be hit in the face with a sweet breeze. I give her cred­it for her singing– it was part Chanteuse, and part sexy vamp, but hon­est­ly– this is TT’s! In Cambridge!

And only few of the usu­al brit­mop kids showed up– it was most­ly 30-some­things who look like they sell insur­ance or teach school. One group of guys looked like they were going to a Bru­ins game, in their T‑shirts and back­ward Sam Adams caps. The girl with them had a DMB (Dave Matthew Band) t‑shirt on, which is com­plete­ly inex­plic­a­ble as to how she found her­self at this show.

So, I guess I give high marks for orig­i­nal­i­ty and for the nerve to attempt a “big” show, even at a place like TTs. Loved the drum­mer… he looked like he was enjoy­ing him­self thourough­ly, and that eased the cough­ing scowl that was on Emma’s face a bit.

You can’t sit around and whine about the past, so good luck Sing-Sing.

Sleep, Interrupted…

So the past week as been hor­ri­bly spent, in the form of all-nighters, work­ing on my new port­fo­lio site and resume. I real­ly need a job like I need a mon­ey tree.

The new iden­ti­ty, web­site and resume are pret­ty cool, I have to admit… espe­cial­ly the busi­ness cards and let­ter­head… I wish I could link it here, but I want to always keep work and play seper­ate. Those of you who know me, prob­a­bly know where to look… if you don’t know me and you’re inter­est­ed in hir­ing me, christ man! email me.

The cool thing about the resume is that I ditched the MS Word tem­plate, (Gara­mound type, sil­ly columns, hol­low bul­lets, tra­di­tion­al kind of shit), and craft­ed a mod­ern, clean ver­sion that uses some blue col­or and one of my favorite type­faces, Bliss.

I’m not much for fin-de-si?cle (that’s the 20th cen­tu­ry, folks), fonts– Fleet Bank uses Rotis, which is such a fuck­ing bad piece of type from the ear­ly 90s. I know this because I used it on a cor­po­rate iden­ti­ty in 2000… (of course the client was hap­py with it).

Any­one else have favorite fonts? Please don’t say Ari­al

Chess, anyone?

I like play­ing chess just fine, but I haven’t been at all inter­est­ed in the com­put­er-human match­es of recent years. Some­how the idea of a com­put­er beat­ing a human being at chess seemed less than shock­ing to me…

But, one inter­est­ing devel­op­ment is this report that in the recent Deep Fritz / Kram­nik match, Deep Fritz was pro­grammed to heck­le Kram­nik with rel­e­vant Shake­speare­an quotes. The fun­ny thing is it’s real­ly fun­ny to read what the com­put­er said.

They’ve Got Mail

Some­one is start­ing a cam­paign to col­lect and return a mil­lion of those annoy­ing AOL CDs that they send to you in the mail. They claim that they’re going to dri­ve accross the coun­try, and stage a media event at AOL head­quar­ters in No. VA, where they will dump the cds.

I think i’m going to start a collection.

Who is Modi? Followup…

I just check my refer­rer logs for this Web site, and noticed that my site was one of the top refer­ring sites for the Albright Knox Art Gallery’s Modigliani exhi­bi­tion (read about it here).

· week one
· week two
· week three

in the sec­ond week, I gave them 743 hits, beat­ing out the amount they got from the Buf­fa­lo News, (65 hits).

Now, if only I could go there and see the show. Then I’ll offer a review.

Punch Drunk Love

Review: A+

This film is being sold in trail­ers as show­ing a rad­i­cal­ly dif­fer­ent Adam San­dler… I believe Roger Ebert said that he could­n’t look at an Adam San­dler movie the same way after this.

Well, I don’t think it’s a total­ly new char­ac­ter for San­dler, but I agree that Punch Drunk Love both refines and expands on the fun­ny nice-guy he’s played in the past, while offer­ing a new tar­nished dimension.

San­dler’s char­ac­ter, Bar­ry Egan, is a shy, slight­ly obses­sive-com­pul­sive, eas­i­ly-spooked busi­ness own­er, with 7 annoy­ing pas­sive-aggres­sive sis­ters who con­stant­ly pep­per him with insults and dri­ve him to vio­lent “freak-outs”, we are told, since child­hood. He’s def­i­nite­ly got avoidant issues.

Any­way, Bar­ry sells whole­sale bath­room sup­plies out of a ware­house in the Val­ley east of Los Ange­les, and spends a lot of his time think­ing about how to turn Healthy Choice pud­ding into thou­sands of fre­quent-fli­er miles. Stay with me! It’s odd, yes…

As the sto­ry con­tin­ues, one of the sis­ters intro­duces Bar­ry to a friend of hers, played by Emi­ly Wat­son, and a very strange romance ensues.

I’m not go any­more into the plot or sto­ry, so if you’re inclined to learn more, check out A.O Scot­t’s review in the Times.

What I’m inter­est­ed is this thrown-about idea that this is a total­ly new Adam San­dler– I don’t think it is. Bar­ry’s life, from the begin­ning, is one of strange unease. San­dler is quite good at com­mu­ni­cat­ing the dread of social and pro­fes­sion­al rela­tion­ships in Bar­ry’s life, and that feel­ing is under­scored by a creep­ing cin­e­matog­ra­phy and beau­ti­ful­ly dis­ori­ent­ing sound design. You get the sense that his co-work­ers don’t know quite what to make of him, and his sis­ters and broth­er-in-laws are fre­quent­ly vio­lat­ing his pri­va­cy, dig­ni­ty and confidence.

Again and again, Bar­ry is pushed so far that he schiz­o­phreni­cal­ly explodes from his usu­al shy with­draw­al, to vio­lent out­bursts– just the kind of bipo­lar out­bursts that San­dler employed in his less-than-intel­li­gent out­ings (Bil­ly Madi­son, Hap­py Gilmore, the Wed­ding Singer… kind of inter­change­able, no?).

Punch Drunk Love’s hero is the same kind of lik­able nice-guy the girls can feel good about, yet the slap­stick vio­lence usu­al­ly found in his movies is far more psy­chi­cal­ly charged here, and in the end I’m not left won­der­ing Isn’t Adam San­dler an odd choice for that role?… he’s perfect.

Emi­ly Wat­son plays Lena, the adorable woman who, for some unknown rea­son, falls in love with Bar­ry. Lena is inter­est­ing as well, because she too vac­il­lates in a slight schiz­o­phrenic man­ner from a shy sweet­heart, into a woman who aggres­sive­ly goes after the man she wants. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, she is one of the less devel­oped char­ac­ters– I real­ly don’t under­stand why she want­ed to meet Bar­ry in the first place. Lone­li­ness? But Wat­son is amaz­ing on screen.

There is a tor­tured and sen­ti­men­tal nature to Bar­ry, but San­dler and P.T. Ander­son nev­er make it seem con­trived or false– have you seen Robin Williams or Chris Rock in dra­mat­ic roles? I mean, seriously.

Sim­ply put, this is a very good film.

Updates 10/17/2002

I refreshed this rel­a­tive­ly new site, because I haven’t liked it much… seemed a lit­tle dorky… Not that I’m not a dork, cos I am, but I mean the kind of dorky you don’t want to even look at.

So, gone are the long hor­i­zon­tal images of free­ways and pedes­tri­an crowds—and wel­come back yours tru­ly. I’ll be adding some more pics for your ran­dom­iz­ing pleasure.

I also added lit­tle icons for each of the top­ic head­ings, (fea­tures, movies, etc.) Not sure if I like them.

Final­ly, a new Iden­ti­ty! Those are sup­posed to be fish. Read into them as you will. Katya likes to eat fish… maybe that has some­thing to do with it.


It seems pret­ty fun­ny hav­ing this site, these days. Nobody seems to stop by any­more. Grant­ed, I haven’t been post­ing all that much…

So, here’s an update:

  • An old friend IM’ed me today- a friend from col­lege that i haven’t seen in a year-&-a-half, when we stopped talk­ing. Not sure if I should reach out, or rebuff…
  • My unem­ploy­ment ben­e­fits have exhaust­ed themselves. 
  • I have a cold. Fuck­ing Pres­ley definete­ly gave it to me.
  • We are host­ing a lit­tle Suck­ahs reunion this week­end, here at our new digs, in Cam­bridge. AND, Albany Dan was fool­ish enough to buy MacyMe a plane tick­et from Indi­ana, so she could attend. Can’t wait to see them, 666, and maybe EvilMonkey???

So that’s the shit.

Red Dragon

Quick review: B+

Red Drag­on is enjoy­able, even though Antho­ny Hop­kins’ per­for­mance is ridicu­lous­ly irrel­e­vant and even caricatured.

Edward Nor­ton, Emi­ly Wat­son and Ralph Fiennes all turn in their usu­al excel­lent per­for­mances. Wat­son shines as a blind love-inter­est for the crazy ser­i­al killer, creep­i­ly played by Ralph Fiennes, who shows off his uncut mem­ber on film for the thou­sandth time…

Nor­ton does the laid-back inten­si­ty thing so well– where­as fear almost seethed from Jodie Fos­ter in her encoun­ters with Han­ni­bal, Nor­ton looks almost bored by the old man.

And who would­n’t be by now? Hop­kins him­self seems to be phon­ing in per­for­mances recent­ly– he’s plain­ly awful in this past sum­mer’s bomb Bad Com­pa­ny, where even Chris Rock could­n’t keep me from want­i­ng to BOOOO.

Maybe they should let some­one else play Hannibal?

Who is Modi?

The Albright Knox is begin­ning a new exhi­bi­tion on the Ital­ian artist Amedeo Modigliani, one of the painters at Mont­par­nasse… His con­tem­po­raries there includ­ed Picas­so and Diego Rivera.

Inter­est­ing stuff. Check it out. Here is the text from the Exhibition:

The Albright-Knox Art Gallery has orga­nized this major exhi­bi­tion, gath­er­ing mas­ter­works from world-renowned muse­ums and col­lec­tions through­out North Amer­i­ca, Europe, and Japan. Fifty-six of Modiglian­i’s paint­ings, sculp­tures, and works on paper are fea­tured, includ­ing impor­tant works from the Albright-Knox Art gallery’s dis­tin­guished col­lec­tion. The exhi­bi­tion is accom­pa­nied by a schol­ar­ly 240-page cat­a­logue illus­trat­ed with eighty-sev­en plates in full col­or and 102 in duo­tone, pub­lished by Har­ry N. Abrams, Inc. in asso­ci­a­tion with the Albright-Knox Art Gallery.