Monthly Archive for February, 2003

The Quiet American

Review: A

I saw The Quiet Amer­i­can last week, and I wanted to do a quick review. Faith­ful to the Graham Greene novel, on which the film is based, it’s a com­pli­cated movie with char­ac­ters that are both flawed and heroic.

Con­trary to Miramax’s fears, the movie is _not_ anti-​American or unpa­tri­otic – still, it’s a film worth seeing at this time of renewed Amer­i­can adven­tur­ism. Michael Caine and Bren­dan Fraser give excep­tional per­for­mances, and the pro­duc­tion design is faith­ful to the period, with­out get­ting nos­tal­gic, ala Auto Focus and Con­fes­sions of a Dan­ger­ous Mind.

McSweeney’s Quarterly Issue 10

mcsweeneys-10.jpgMcSweeney’s Mam­moth Trea­sury of Thrilling Tales arrived in the mail today, and it’s some­thing to behold. Guest-​edited by Michael Chabon, it revives the notion that short-​story writ­ing can be as varied in theme and form as longer format writ­ing. It’s the celebrity issue: Neil Gaiman, Michael Crich­ton, Dave Eggers him­self, Harlan Elli­son, & Rick Moody, & all pro­ceeds to ben­e­fit 826 Velencia.

Com­pli­ment­ing this truly won­der­ful writ­ing, is the design, which resem­bles a pulp pub­li­ca­tion from the 1940s, a time when the short-​story could take the form of a west­ern, sci­ence fic­tion, detec­tive, or horror. The illus­tra­tions are fun, and many orig­i­nal adver­tise­ments are included as well.

Hold­ing this issue makes me happy to be alive! No, really.

Disciplining Cats

Our kitten Katya is start­ing to piss me off. She is such a good kitty, usu­ally, how­ever I am amiss at how to dis­ci­pline her for bad behav­ior. Spilling glasses of water and knock­ing clut­ter off of a dresser while Pres­ley and I are asleep is some­thing I must make her fear.

Right now, we usu­ally remove her from the offend­ing envi­ron­ment, shout a stern “NO!”, and let her run off. Lately, this isn’t suf­fi­cient, so I’ve been giving her a little swat on her ass, but she thinks that I’m play­ing a game. It’s all about attention… she wants it, and knows how to get it.

So, today, I’m trying a dif­fer­ent tactic — I’m giving her forced baths when she gives me atti­tude. It focuses her atten­tion for a while on clean­ing up and drying off.

How do you dis­ci­pline kitty? Let me know below.

Bruce on Dave… Also, Regis and John McEnroe

I turned on David Let­ter­man wednes­day night, and guess who is emer­gency guest-​hosting? Bruce Willis.

The truly sad thing is that the pro­duc­ers made him talk to Dan Rather about his recent inter­view with Saddam Hus­sein. Mr. “Die Hard” hardly smiled on camera, mum­bled inco­her­ent ques­tions, stared at the desk, and … wait, I’m talk­ing about the Jimmy Kimmel Show.

“It’s always been my dream to do the Bruce Willis show…” – comic Brian Kiley

How dis­ap­pointed was this comic? You wait all your life to per­form for David Let­ter­man, and Hudson Hawk is there to greet you. At least he’s inten­tion­ally funny.

And while I’m rating talk show hosts, I’m enjoy­ing the new shows of both Dave Chap­pelle, and Bill Maher. I laughed at Ali G, but it’s just not that good. Just like South Park is not that good… sorry kids.

mcenroe.jpgUPDATE: OK, thurs­day night, the guest host for Let­ter­man was John McEnroe!

He did a really good job, and the staff excused Paul Shaf­fer for the night…. and brought in Fred Schnei­der of the B-52s !

The best part was when John sent a camera crew back-​stage to a ben­e­fit at the Rose­land. It was hilar­i­ous, as the crew caught up with Michael Impe­ri­oli (Christo­pher Molti­santi from the Sopra­nos), and Macaulay Culkin…

Next door at Rose­land, a ben­e­fit gig is sched­uled and a lot of the big stars are there. We send a camera crew out­side to take a look-​see. Expect­ing to be stopped before enter­ing, we thought this would be a “quick and done.” Nope. We made our way in and explored.

Regis Philbin is sched­uled to host Friday night… I’m going to assume he’ll do a fine job… What KIND of NAME is CODY?!

Libeskind PR Affront

Today, the a panel in NYC will decide on which of the 2 final designs will replace the World Trade Center. Libe­skind has been every­where, as Gawker points out… but it looks like the Think team will get the call. I’m glad, despite the tin­ker­toy lat­tice­work. Stay tuned…

UPDATE: Aw Hell no. Every­one spoke too soon… Libe­skind Design Chosen for Rebuild­ing at Ground Zero (NY Times)

The Hotel Commonwealth


Ken­more Square, Boston, has always had a rep­u­ta­tion for being a little bit seedy — much the way Times Square used to be. It boasts a major Subway inter­change, the best Ball­park in the Amer­i­can League, if not all of base­ball, and it used to be home to a diverse group of small busi­nesses and restaurants.

When I first moved to Ken­more Square, in 1996, there was a Methadone clinic, a punk-​rock venue called the Rathskeller, a late-​night restau­rant called Deli-​haus, a gritty coffee house called Fuel, and a bunch of other busi­nesses housed in the clus­ter of Brow­stones on the oppo­site side of the Square. In 2003, chalk these land­marks into a new chap­ter of Lost Boston.

When Boston Uni­ver­sity pro­posed bull­doz­ing much of the south side of the square, and replac­ing the century-​old brown­stones with a “European-style” hotel, city and com­mu­nity lead­ers largely sup­ported the idea… largely, I sus­pect, because BU was will­ing to pay gen­er­ously to relo­cate affected busi­nesses with neigh­bor­hood asso­ci­a­tion ties, such as Cornwall’s Pub. Also, the uni­ver­sity is giving mil­lions to upgrade the Subway sta­tion and traf­fic con­fig­u­ra­tion in the Square.

Whether or not you iden­tify with my bemoan­ing the loss of a funky piece of an oth­er­wise boring city, what is not in ques­tion is the public reac­tion when the work­ers finally unveiled the facade. For a hotel look­ing to project Con­ti­nen­tal luxury and flair, it looks like a repro­duc­tion on the back lot at Uni­ver­sal Stu­dios, or, per­haps, Main Street USA, Dis­ney­land. Tacky, cheap, and an insult to a city with truly excep­tional architecture.

I am not, I think, and elit­ist when it comes to architecture… I think clas­si­cist ideals of style and mate­ri­als are prefer­able to 90% of all avant-​garde rub­bish of the past 50 years. But, BU and the devel­op­ers cheated by trying to copy the style of the French Second Empire, while using mate­ri­als common on a Wal-​Mart job site. Instead of lime­stone, let’s use fiber­glass. Brick too expen­sive? Sub­sti­tute fiber­glass for the real thing. And, the dorm­ers can just be cut-​outs — I mean, who looks that closely, right?

The fact is, this hotel would look pretty good from your car on the Inter­state at 75 MPH, if it were located out in the sprawl belt of I-495 and 128. It’s car­toon color and fea­tures would blur from the high­way strip. But, this hotel is in the heart of the city, with thou­sands of pedes­tri­ans walk­ing by each day. And it looks Mickey Mouse, com­pared with the sur­round­ing buildings.

The photos I took, unfor­tu­nately, fail to show how bad the facade really is. Trust me, it looks as if they were trying to save a few bucks… which is pre­cisely not the image you’re going for in a 4-star hotel that wants to charge hun­dreds of dol­lars a night. Appar­ently, BU and the devel­op­ers are going to spend $2 mil­lion to “fix” the facade. Good luck.

745

tugboat annie home pageTurns out that our friend Romo bought the down­town Buf­falo build­ing once occu­pied by mem­bers of the indie/emo band Tug­boat Annie. In fact, there is a song called “745″ on their 1997 LP Wake Up and Dis­ap­pear, that is sup­pos­edly about the famed Buf­falo address: 745 Main Street. The lyrics are con­cerned with watch­ing 4th of July fire­works on the roof, which has, I can tell you, a beau­ti­ful view.

Howard Dean in 2004

steal this button!Albany Dan sent me a fea­ture arti­cle on Howard Dean in Salon, and it was an enjoy­able read. I like his candor, hon­esty, and will­ing­ness to stand up to Bush, and these luke-​warm Dems.

Sen. Kerry him­self said that he’d like to fash­ion his cam­paign along the lines of John McCain, yet his lan­guage is pep­pered with “bend-me-over” Daschle get-​along talk like this.

Now, I like John Kerry just fine — and Edwards, Lieber­man, and the other Sen­a­tors run­ning are also fine people. But, to pick a person to lead this party at a time when we’re again search­ing for our souls — well, I’ll go with the Gov­er­nor Doc.

When I had the oppor­tu­nity to work on the 2000 cam­paign, as Pres­i­dent of my col­lege chap­ter, I was strug­gling to settle on the sup­port of Al Gore. I mean, Bill Bradley was from the north­east, and he was such a cool cat. This elec­tion, I have no desire to go with another safe bet. Dean’s my guy. He signed gay civil unions into law, he sup­ports a multi-​lateral for­eign policy, and he says what he means. What more could the Democ­rats need at this moment? And sup­pos­edly, he’s been faith­ful to his wife.

500th post on Suckahs DOT org

I was happy to recap the ori­gins of the Suck­ahs domain… we’re up to our 500th Entry, which is so impres­sive to me. The pur­pose of the main Suck­ahs site was to allow a bunch of friends from Williamsville East High Shool in New York, to stay in touch. Since then, it has grown to include other friends, per­sonal sites that show­case art or short-​story writ­ing, offer movie reviews, and stupid com­ments from an unem­ployed mouth.

WAP? Web-enabled?

lookie hereSooz took a pic­ture of this web­site on her Sanyo Sprint PCS phone… and it actu­ally looks cool. Because the layout is CSS, the site degrades pretty gracefully.

Come to think of it, brows­ing the web on your cell phone must be a lot like using netscape 1.1 in 1995. No?

Shoot the Weather-people

OK, so I spent the week­end in Albany, at an inter­state Court­yard by Mar­riott, because I met my par­ents there (half-​way between Boston & Buf­falo). I went swim­ming, shopped at the mon­strous Cross­gates Mall, and saw The Recruit.

This was all fine. Until I had to decide what to do about the coming storm…

Albany Dan was coming back from New York, and I wanted to go out and have some drinks… so we checked with the Weather Chan­nel, and they seemed to think that the storm wouldn’t start pound­ing New Eng­land until the after­noon, monday. LIARS!

I left Albany at around 11am, and imme­di­ately ran into the shit on I-90 East… I mean, do you people plow your roads in New York State? There never was a prob­lem with vis­i­bil­ity – only with the road sur­faces. So it was 25-40 MPH all the way into Our Fair City. I got in at 4:30pm, a full 5.5 hours later! eek.

Sorry if this comes off as a teenaged rant, but Weather-​people must be hanged!

Fire up the Flash Skills

Good news, mes cama­rades! Just when I thought my job search had hit another record low, a woman from a mul­ti­me­dia local­iza­tion com­pany con­tacted me to do some Flash work.

They take Eng­lish mul­ti­me­dia and web­sites, and trans­late them for inter­na­tional audi­ences. Then they hire people to swap out the eng­lish for the Japan­ese, Span­ish, etc. It sounds like grunt work, but I’m just happy to say that I have another inter­view for next week.

Valentine’s Day

heart.gifJust thought I’d do a quick hol­i­day adjust­ment on the site. Hit refresh if you don’t see it.

Has anyone found any good Valen­tine links? I haven’t.

Home (page) From Nowhere

Megnut points out that James Kun­stler, author of many excel­lent ama­teur urban plan­ning books, has a web­site that is just AWFUL. Mr. Kunstler’s obser­va­tions have influ­enced my per­cep­tions greatly – I’d love to hear him weblog­ging about the ongo­ing debates sur­round­ing the rebuild­ing of the World Trade Center site.

Site Updates

Two minor little updates to this site:

That is all.

Presley’s Vox Amp

Pres­ley ordered a little Vox Pathfinder 10 guitar ampli­fier, and it came in the mail today. I thought I’d give it a spin, and found that it sounds pretty good with just the clean Rick­en­backer. I don’t think it would be of much use out­side your living room though, because it’s palm-​sized.

Emceebard

Emcee­bard relaunches this week­end, pow­ered by Move­able Type, and look­ing smart, I think. Matt is a friend, who is a music writer in NYC. I love the rotat­ing photos, how­ever it was a pain to type the small-​caps cap­tions into Pho­to­shop! Let me know if any­thing is funky.

A Sort of Conclusion

I seem to have cer­tain threads going through this weblog, and I can finally put to rest one such topic. A few days ago, I wrote about a con­ver­sa­tion I had with some­one in my coffee house, in which I got the feel­ing that she was being more than friendly. Having been with the same girl for over 6 years, I didn’t really trust my radar in that regard.

But, today, this some­one decided to take the plunge and ask me out… which imme­di­ately turned me red in the face, and I mum­bled that I wasn’t really avail­able and that it was flattering… but, no I couldn’t.

Case closed. I feel like an ass for not point­ing this out in the begin­ning, but I hope that she doesn’t hate me, I guess. I can’t imag­ine being single – there isn’t any code or what­ever to com­mu­ni­cate avail­abil­ity. I think wed­ding rings would prob­a­bly get the mes­sage across, but who gets mar­ried these days?

Temporary Purple?

The other day, my hair was bleached white. This time around, I didn’t have great luck. One shouldn’t try and go too many shades darker than one’s nat­ural color. In this case, I’ve gone extremely dark, and the result has purple tones that are just awful.

Public = Avant Garde ??

The ProposalsI read a little piece in the Times today con­cern­ing the two final­ists chosen by the LMDC for the World Trade Center, and I have a few reactions.

Let us read some of what Mr. Muschamp writes:

“[Daniel Libeskind’s design] is an emo­tion­ally manip­u­la­tive exer­cise in visual codes.

Alright. Does any ordi­nary user of the World Trade Center — worker, tourist, subway rider, etc. — have any idea just what Mr. Muschamp is talk­ing about? Why has archi­tec­ture become this jar­gony realm of intel­lec­tual nonsense?

I don’t know. The death and destruc­tion of WWI caused a huge shift in West­ern values, specif­i­cally because sci­ence and tech­nol­ogy was employed so suc­cess­fully in the killing of a gen­er­a­tion of men. In the decades after the war, the long-​held ide­al­ized notion that tech­nol­ogy would usher in peace and pros­per­ity was dashed, and many of the pre­vail­ing assump­tions in the arts were also vacated. It was in this void that the Mod­ernists arrived – along with their avant garde aes­thet­ics and their intent to social engineer.

So what has Mod­ernism accom­plished? Well, not much good. We’ve still got the rich and poor, yet we have ugly civic space. For instance, the orig­i­nal WTC was a wind-​swept, anar­chis­tic struc­ture, cut off, and hor­ri­bly out of scale from the sur­round­ing streets and neigh­bor­hood. When you stood in the Plaza look­ing up at the struc­tures, it was dif­fi­cult to feel any­thing but dread. In fact, that seems to be a pre­vail­ing require­ment of the Mod­ernists – your build­ing must impart DREAD. Unless, of course, you are one of the ini­ti­ated. You have to be edu­cated for seven years at MIT to under­stand the beauty of the Bru­tal­ist form.

Anyway, back to Mr. Muschamp:

And… the longer I study Mr. Libeskind’s design, the more it comes to resem­ble the bland­est of all the projects unveiled in the recent design study: the retro vision put forth by the New Urban­ist design­ers Peter­son Lit­ten­berg. Both projects trade on sen­ti­men­tal appeal at the expense of his­tor­i­cal aware­ness. Both offer visions of inno­cence ? nos­tal­gia, actually.

Peter­son Lit­ten­berg is nos­tal­gic for Art Deco Man­hat­tan circa 1928, before the stock market crash caused the United States to aban­don the pre­vail­ing ide­ol­ogy of social Dar­win­ism. Mr. Libeskind’s plan is nos­tal­gic for the world of pre-​Enlightenment Europe, before reli­gion was exiled from the public realm.

This is always the argu­ment of these elite intel­lec­tu­als against clas­si­cism — that some­how, orna­ment, scale, pro­por­tion­al­ity and human­ity are to be despised as Impe­r­ial. Now, obvi­ously both plans are far from Clas­si­cism, but, in the inter­est of democ­racy, why cry his­tori­cism when the alter­na­tive is intel­lec­tu­al­ized ugliness?

The gen­eral public, I believe, longs for dig­nity in public archi­tec­ture. I prefer the Think project, but the lat­tice work looks like Tin­ker­toy, and I find it tacky that they have pods within the lat­tice­work. How intim­i­dat­ing would it be to get in an ele­va­tor, and shoot up 100 floors to a “cultural space”, know­ing full well that there is noth­ing but air and Tin­ker­toy beneath you? Fright­en­ing. The Eiffel Tower it is not.

No doubt what­ever gets built at the WTC site will be very modern, and cutting-​edge. It is my hope that it exem­pli­fies the dig­nity and pur­pose human beings deserve and crave. Let the people choose, not the intellectuals.

Temporary Platinum

I’m in the process of dying my hair brown again. Why bleach first? Well, my hair is so baby-​fine and limp – it has no tex­ture or depth what­so­ever. In fact, physi­cists tell me that it actu­ally does not exist in this universe… What you see is actu­ally a rift in the fabric of space-​time. So, I have to do this, then dye it a respectable brown. This makes it look normal in color, and tex­ture. And it’s easier to style.

Never a Good Moment

Q: When you’re in your local cof­fee­house, and a member of the oppo­site sex sits down, and you start talk­ing about exis­ten­tial phi­los­o­phy and music, is it appro­pri­ate to men­tion to this person that you’re in a happy, stable, 6+ year relationship?

A: You can never be assured of anybody’s inten­tions, and it seems some­what pre­sump­tu­ous to assume that they’re inter­ested in you. I have all of five friends, and I might be over­re­act­ing a bit here. Can’t people just be friendly? You tell me.

Monday Afternoon

My latest install­ment in my forth­com­ing book, How to Make the Most of Unem­ploy­ment: or Fail­ing That, At Least Get By, focuses on Monday after­noons and what to do about them.

For instance, when a monday after­noon falls on, or near the first of the month, take a few min­utes to slip into your neigh­bor­hood bank branch (mine is a Fleet) and cash some child­hood sav­ings bonds. Not only will this activ­ity inject you with some much needed cash, to say, pay your land­lord, but more impor­tantly it will enter­tain you to wit­ness the hoops the Teller must jump through just to cash the damn things. The process is ardu­ous. The minor annoy­ance of having to sign your name and address to each one is easily offset by the amus­ingly end­less key­strokes, stamp­ing, and shuf­fling required on the part of the Teller. (Note to editor, cut those adverbs out of that sentence)

So, after enjoy­ing the show, for the better part of thirty min­utes, you’re handed a little slip of paper “for tax purposes”. This is bonus enter­tain­ment, for you know damn well that not pos­sess­ing an income negates the require­ment that you file a 1099. Ha!

Now that you’ve left the bank, and you’re prob­a­bly dread­ing the walk back home, where you spend 22+ hours a day, I’d sug­gest you stop into the liquor store for a 12-pack of What­ever Is On Sale, and a bag of cheap rolling tobacco. Noth­ing livens up a Monday after­noon like a few beers and a hand-​rolled fun stick. You may even ash your cig in the garbage can, because hell, you’ll be there to take care of it, should the thing ignite.

Presto! It’s already 3:30. You’re almost home free. Now, just rinse, repeat, and you’ll be ready for when the wife/husband/employed room­mate gets home.

12" Powerbook

Todd, of What do i know, got his 12-inch Power­book, and it’s got this Dell XP user drooling.

Columbia

9:30am- I just got back from the Cof­fee­house this morn­ing, having just read the morn­ing Globe… and Albany Dan just told me that it appears that the Space Shut­tle Colum­bia has exploded over Texas. I’m sure we will all hear about this more over the next hours and days, but I hope no one else on the ground is hurt.

UPDATE: A Chill­ing log of the Shuttle’s last min­utes, cour­tesy Space­filght Now.