Monday, April 06, 2009

monday morning photo play

rustoleum



flora


recession


pdx loves neck beards


pdx loves bikes

pdx loves walking

pdx loves geometric shapes

pdx loves posters

more flora

more more flora

pdx loves decaying cherry blossoms



bike farm loves you.



The weather this weekend was ridiculously beautiful—sunny in the 60s on Saturday and 80 on Sunday. I managed to squeeze in a solid 5 hours of soccer.

Sunday I did some much needed maintenance on my bike at Bike Farm. Farbotron helped me overhaul my bike's bottom bracket (the section where the pedal and cranks spin around). It looks like I should purchase a new spindle and bearing cups. The trouble is that my bike frame is an 80's era Peugeot, which is French and conforms to French standardization with respect to part sizes and threading of screws and these French standards are no longer used. Fortunately Portland is a overgrown with cycle shops, so maybe it won't be so hard to track down.

And a personal PDX milestone: for the first time since moving here got invited over to hang out (read: non-party situation) with people who I did not go to school with. Low-key discussion about photography dark rooms, the correlation between astrology and Jesus, and cycling were had, followed by a viewing of choice internets entertainments.

and because it's a slow morning:

Marta is just plain better than everyone else. No one can match her quickness, speed, or creativity right now. She's arguably the best player—of any gender—in the world.

Friday, April 03, 2009

the return of the all-seeing eye

my new, refurbished camera arrived in the mail the other day, fully formed with a working LCD display and everything. it fits snugly in my right pants pocket. i will try and use it to better document the comings-and-goings, ins-and-outs, hithers-and-thithers, repetitions-and-redundancies—the general hurly burly of everyday life in my little cloud of subjective reality. at some point this may mean additions to the long stagnant flickr page. its arrival is also just in time for my exploratory thrust into to the southern areas of the western continental united states. point being, if i can figure out how to the the photos off the goddamn thing, then there may be some photos of things besides pizza on this log of electric information.

image stabilization rulez.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

meat plate

went to korean bbq for lunch today. work function. ate an unhealthy
amount of meat. seriously unhealthy. feel kind of ill about it. not
food poisoning ill, more clump-of-meat-sitting-in-stomach kind of ill.
pork, chicken, beef, shrimp, and either squid or octopus were consumed
(hard to tell... it was in a seafood pancake). not sure what was in
the potstickers. luckily no one seared themselves on the hibachi.
please do not try to duplicate this experience at home.

should've eaten more kimchi, less spicy pork.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

other people's words

Far be it from me to want to direct people to Fox news, but one of their interns recently spent her spring break volunteering with Common Ground Relief and ended up working with (the not-so-facially-pierced) Morgan Meeting himself, aka Gorgon the Destroyer, aka Cap'n Morgan... I could go on. Point being he and CGR got a little publicity.
Morgan Elzey, a project coordinator for Common Ground Relief in New Orleans and my leader on this particularly muddy trek, specializes in working to rebuild the wetlands of the Mississippi Delta, which is disappearing by football fields everyday.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

IRS to the rescue!

the solution to the AIG executive bonus problem seems to me to send the IRS after them. audit the fuck out of those executives. you may not get all $165 million back, but you're bound to get some of it. and who knows? maybe a few of those guys will be sent to jail for tax fraud or evasion or perversion or inversion or some other thing, which would be a bonus on the revenge front and may ebb the nation's bloodlust.

i have to say, while these people clearly do not deserve another penny, $165 million in taxpayer money really only comes to about 50 cents per person, which isn't so bad... unless, of course, you add to that the hundreds of billions that were given to the company as a whole. in the end, as i'm sure we're all aware, this completely idiotic managerial move isn't really the problem. i think joel achenbach said it well:
The eruption of outrage over AIG is understandable given our innate need for a satisfying narrative—one in which bad things are caused by bad people, and the bad people get caught and punished. It offends our narrative sensibility when the problems are disproportionate to the number of villains.

on the portland front, many things are afoot. M & T bought a house, which it seems i will be moving into sometime in the next month or so. i'll be migrating from NE to SE, near a Pix Patisserie and the revered Pok Pok and their delectible fish sauce chicken wings. there's also a swell little bike shop, food co-op (repleat with neighboring year-round bit-sized farmer's market), and a new seasons grocery within walking distance.

i've also joined a couple of co-ed soccer teams and have miraculously turned into a goal-scoring machine this season. i think i slotted in one during the fall indoor session, but i've managed at least seven this session. players are only allowed two goals maximum per game and i've reached that limit thrice. honestly, i don't know what to do with myself. (no, really, once i get two goals i just wander around the field aimlessly—my defense is for shit. more goals get scored against us when i'm in the back than when i'm not. and i seem to have a propensity for getting in the way of and injuring our keeper.) the outdoor team gets rolling soon and that should be a good time too.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Monday, March 09, 2009

the inevitable (dweebish) watchmen post

Saw Watchmen yesterday. It was good. About as good as I expected. There were scenes that were incredibly campy, some that were profound. Among other things there was lots of blood; overly prettified fight choreography; a giant, naked blue man; too much CGI; and one sex scene that went on too long and in a kind of ridiculously showy manner. There seems to be somewhat universal agreement that the film adhered too closely to the comic book and failed to create its own identity. The critics loved Jackie Earle Haley's portrayal of Rorschach and hated Malin Ackerman's Silk Spectre. I thought they were both adequate. The major difference being that Rorschach's character—demented, violent, uncompromising—is just way more compelling to watch or read. It was the same in the comic book—its two best chapters are 5 and 6, which focus almost mostly on Rorschach.

My general feeling is that making Watchmen into a movie is about as silly as making Citizen Kane into a comic book. In adapting it, it lost a major component of what makes it such a great piece of work—its comic bookness. As much as it's a story about superheroes trying to save the world, it's also a story about debunking the myth of the comic book hero. And as much as it's a fine piece of pomo, non-linear storytelling, it's also really a twelve part course in how comic book stories are told—the ways to relate one comic book panel to another. And this last part, I believe, is really what made Watchmen "unfilmable" as its been called on so many occasions (probably most often by its cantankerous mastermind). It's unfilmable because one of the intrinsic values of the story is that it is a comic book.

There are certain things that comics allow for that helped develop some of the themes—symmetry and time—of Watchmen and this relationship between panels is one of them. The comic book's page-layout holds almost entirely to a grid divided evenly in 18 sections. Most pages had 9 panels, but whatever the configuration was, it held to that underlying grid. While it lent a certain rhythm and structure to the pages look and narrative pacing (the effects of which, I don't think I entirely understand), it also allowed for a vast use of symmetry in the page designs (see the page depicting Rorschach's capture). In as much as Watchmen was important to comics with respect to its mature subject matter (it being an instigator for the movement of comics' target audience from 8-to-12 year-olds to 18-to-30-somethings), it was equally important regarding how its panels tell the story.

The narrative flashes back and forth in time throughout the story. As Dr. Manhattan says later on in the book, "There is no future. There is no past... Time is simultaneous..." With the comic you can easily move forwards and backwards in the narrative just by turning some pages. By looking at an entire page at once you can see moments in the story happening simultaneously. Rorschach is a character of dichotomies. He sees everything in a prism of good/evil and right/wrong. His life is divided into two periods, when he was Walter Kovacs and when he became Rorschach. His mask is a mercurial Rorschach blotch, perpetually moving to make new symmetries. So the gimmick of using symmetry in the illustrations to underscore his character traits is an obvious enough device.

In the page depicting Rorschach's capture (and a number of other pages in book), the coloring of the panels is symmetrical. But the way in which that device functions in the comic is what makes it work so well. The physical motivation behind the color change in the panels is the flashing neon light in the background (The neon light features a symmetrical skull-and-crossbones in its design). The alternating color in conjunction with the rigidity of the grid-based layout acts as a sort of metronome, ticking off the moments until the issue's climax. And while it functions as a sort of timing device, in order to actually see the symmetry on the page the reader must look at all nine panels at once, such that what's happening in the first panel of the page is synchronous with the last panel. The symmetry is only apparent by making time stop in the story.

This is something that couldn't really be done in film. The comic book ties together these themes of symmetry and synchronicity in a very particular comic book-y way. Certainly the themes portrayed on film, but not in the same manner.

And this is one of the major strikes against the film. Outside of cutting scenes out of chronological order, there's little thematic play in its narrative technique. It cops the style of the comic without paying attention to the substance conveyed by that style. Snyder and co. didn't make much of an effort in that regard. They had an opportunity to create a very striking visual vocabulary (maybe using simultaneous imagery or montage, for instance) and they didn't. The only elements of the film they seemed to take liberties with were the credit sequence and the fight choreography and physics of battle, which were essentially a Matrix rehash with more blood.

A similar argument could be made for the murder mystery aspect of the story. Rorschach and Nite Owl's investigation into the Comedian's death and the reader's efforts to create order out of Moore and Gibbon's disjointed narrative are underscored by comics' innate qualities—the setting of illustrated panels together to create a larger picture. The comic doesn't just resemble a puzzle, it is a puzzle.

The movie, in the end, was the fireworks without the orchestra.

the art (click to enlarge) of Dave Gibbons, John Higgins, and Alan Moore:










more TK?

Monday, March 02, 2009

Al Forno Ferruzza

Of course. A few weeks before I'm slated to move to another neighborhood (details to come in a future posting), a new—but more importantly good—pizzeria has opened its doors around the corner and a couple of blocks from my memory foam mattress.

The interior of Al Forno Ferruzza is presently a rather cavernous space with high ceilings and just a couple tables and some counter space by the windows. Next to the register is a bit of a haphazard display case showing off the olives, a large can of San Marzano tomatoes, and pizzas by the slice. What the space lacks in warmth, the proprieters make up for in friendliness (one of them chatted to me a bit about his home's wood-burning oven, and even offered a free taste of their spiced olives). And though the space feels empty, it looks like the owner has some big plans with one wall boasting a large mural of a pizzaiolo attending his oven and another wall an image of Mt. Vesuvius.

Previously (and still?) a food cart in SW Portland, Al Forno Ferruzza (which translates to something about an oven—I can't find a definition of ferruzza), produces thin-crusted pizzas and in a stone-floored oven run at 800 degrees F. How do they keep the oven so hot? Propane. Apparently the standard gas used in gas ovens doesn't do the trick. I ordered a plain pie with half arugula. What they produced was a beautifully charred pizza, topped with a chunky sauce of San Marzano tomatoes; fresh mozzarella; a parmagiano-reggiano cheese made in Argentina, which they also sell hunks of; and a sprinkling of what looked like home grown arugula. Their list of toppings includes, among others, fresh oregano, caramelized onions, and house cured olives. Their crust was head and shoulders above Tastebud's in terms of flavor—smokey, yeasty, umami-y. Over all, I found the pizza's major fault, besides a glaring lack of basil, was balance—it was sauce heavy, which, I think I've mentioned maybe once before, is an uncommon complaint for me, as I find most pizzerias seem to skimp on the sauce and focus too much on the cheese and other toppings... "meat-lover's"... eugh. But I digress. Despite its faults, Al Forno Ferruzza's pizza certainly ranks highly on the Portland pizza chart, possibly unseating my own works at the highly coveted number three position.

Al Forno, sadly, is replacing what was an admittedly low-rent looking Ethiopian deli/restaurant. Outside of using their ATM a couple of times, I never took advantage of the establishment and I regret that, as it certainly added to the eclectic feel of an area that's increasingly gentrified every month. It was one of those places that reminded me that one of my favorite quotes about Portland isn't entirely true, which is good. (I quoteth: "I think I feel my temperature rise a degree every time someone says, 'Keep Portland weird,' because it's just a bunch of white people drinking pinot noir.") In its place though is potentially a Portland institution and I look forward to eating many a slice out of its piping hot oven.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

there's no end in sight.



Brunettes Against Bubblegum Youth—The Brunettes
Comfortable Headphones—Georgie James
Your Ex-Lover is Dead—Stars
She Says It's Alright—The Rentals
I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams—Weezer
I Want To Hear What You Have Got To Say—The Subways
All The Old Showstoppers—The New Pornographers
Help Help—Mates of State
Let Us Go—Washington Social Club
The Long Grift—Hedwig and the Angry Inch

twin pizza margheritas


the ever-hard-to-capture maple-bacon cupcake

Sunday, February 22, 2009

clickclickclick



Nada Surf—Blizzard of '77
P.O.S.—Purexed
Oasis—I Hope, I Think, I Know
Sam Cooke—Nothing Can Change This Love
Sharon Jones—Let Them Knock
Georgie James—Cake Parade
Doomtree—Dots & Dashes
Sage Francis, Prolyphic, and B. Dolan—SFR Pays Dues
Spoon—Take a Walk
In the Heights—96,000

Saturday, February 21, 2009

repostable

Last Sunday I took a second trip to Tastebud. Our meal comprised a salad of radicchio, pear, and pancetta; a roasted plate of dungeness crab in a honey-paprika butter with focaccia; and three pizzas: one with shiitake mushrooms, caramelized onions, chili flakes, and goat cheese; one plain with sauce and cheese (still no basil on the menu! sad face.); and one ricotta, pickled peppers, and spinach. The crust was a marked improvement over our previous visit in terms of texture—beautifully crisp, with a nice puffy edge that had a crackly exterior. Pretty much perfect in the mouthfeel category, but bland. My guess is that the dough wasn't proofed for very long. My apologies for the lack of photography.

Ranking: 3rd best pizza establishment in PDX (not including my own pizzas).

Friday, February 20, 2009

¿que?

i will never be this good on the ball:



kid's apparently only 6 years old. how ridiculous! will he turn into a good player? remains to be seen.

Monday, February 16, 2009

wallaby is from california

Sunday was the worst day of the year ride. When I first woke up at 7:30, it sounded like, from my upstairs bedroom, it was pouring rain. And I thought, fuck this. I'm not going on an 18 mile bike ride. This is, of course, the morning after tweaking my ankle in a late-night indoor soccer game (a hard-fought 6-4 win in which Marty tallied a rocket of a goal from a very difficult angle, and I managed to slot in two in the first half). When I woke up again at 9:30, it was still overcast and cold, but I figured riding on my bike would be a good way to loosen up the ankle.



I knew that the cycling event would pretty big, but I didn't think it was going actually be 3,000 people. It was an inauspicious start. After being sent off to the rhythms of marching drums, we turned a corner and immediate were stopped at a red light. A few minutes later we were stopped at the Steel Bridge for a good 15 minutes, which was up to let a boat pass underneath. And then 5 minutes after that we got stuck as a freight train started up and left its station. It was encouraging to look behind and see five or six hundred cyclists all lined up.

By the time afternoon rolled around, the weather had turned for the best—mid-fifties and sunny. The flat tire, was bit of a bummer, but it was a bit of luck that I noticed it right by my house and was able to swap out the tube without a ton of lost time.

have a very berry president's day.

Friday, February 13, 2009

fail.

something that is really pissing me off about this whole bailout/stimulus argument is the complete lack of actual thought in the public discourse. can anyone tell me anything about these hyped bills besides the amount of money they may cost and a blanket statement about investing in infrastructure?

when our newspaper of note—the one best known for its political coverage—is getting quotes from the house minority leader like this:
a bill that was supposed to be about jobs, jobs, jobs has turned into a bill that's all about spending, spending, spending.
our "public servants" and media are doing us a disservice. it really appears that they're doing their absolute best to obfuscate the contents of the bill. and not only that, but the GOP seems to be on a tear to make it seem as if spending isn't necessary to create jobs. surely they, of all groups, would adhere to the adage "you gotta spend money to make money."

when items on the bill are enumerated in articles like these, it always seems purely superficial—area of the project and dollar amount. the bill, at roughly 1000 pages, i would hope contains more than a list of projects sitting next to a dollar amount, but there's no analysis of the projects themselves. $15 billion to clean water and environmental protection? great. how's that money going to get spent on those projects? are they going to buy 80 million britta water filters? are they tightening regulations on industry? are they putting money toward invasive plant removal? i'm not looking for anything really in depth in a four-to-eight column report, but the type of information being passed along does not make readers particularly informed about what's happening. is that not the point of newspapers? to inform us of historical events, major political decisions—why and how those decisions are being made?

blarg.

in other news:


Thursday, February 12, 2009

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


Bye-bye GYWO. It was fun while it lasted.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

the future looks good

"In June [2000], the [Clinton] administration predicted the [budget] surplus would be $211 billion, and would increase by as much as $1 trillion over the next 10 years."

Clearly this means our economy is going to skyrocket over the next two years.

10 tracks on 8tracks



Spending Time—Ozma

Use It—The New Pornographers

Asthenia—Blink-182

Hey Now Girl—Phantom Planet

St. Jimmy—Green Day

Good Day—Jukebox the Ghost

I Need You Back—Ben Kweller

Alright Alright—Sahara Hotnights

Translator—The Rentals

Loose Cannon—The Yoko Casionos

Putting together a mix of power pop is remarkably difficult. Normally I would think that making a compilation of music defined by it's thumpy rhythms and punchy guitars is a terrible idea—too much sameness. It's great for driving, but not for your office headphones. Hopefully I managed to mix up the instrumentation, vocal stylings, and tone of the track list enough to hold your interest.

(And a note to people who tend to enjoy a good power pop tune, but who associate Blink-182 with frattish stupidity and immaturity—somehow they molted off their idiocy before they splintered and crafted a fairly excellent pop album at the end. Catchy hooks! Dynamic volume levels! Variations in tempo! And vocal counterpoint!? It's full of surprises.)

Friday, January 30, 2009

Don't encourage me. This is what happens.

Presenting the convertible segway—a segway that converts into Barack Obama! No one will be able to withstand its cool charms and policy initiatives—you'll always have friends! And it will never lose its balance or balanced reasoning thanks to its thought-powered internal gyroscope. It's the perfect companion and mode of transport.

Fix the economy while commuting to work! End the war on terror while parking! Meet with heads of state and yield for pedestrians at the same time!

You can't go wrong with the fictional Barack Husegway Obama.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009

i love ffffound

SiP

unrelated Obama image


I've been re-reading Strangers in Paradise, which is without a doubt one of my all-time top five favorite comics. I'm finally caught up to the place I'd left off a couple of years ago and I am very excited to finally finish the series—a series I started reading sometime around 1995. It's been a long, circuitous, and melodramatic route, but it's been consistently entertaining, and you'll have a hard time finding a comic book by an artist who can convey such nuanced expressions in his characters. Yes, there are some really awful love poems scattered throughout, a few clichéd plot twists, some awkward and unbelievable moments. But more often there are moments of emotional honesty and poignancy, a healthy dose of misandry, and a sincere and successful attempt at the romantic that is hard to find these days.

If you haven't read it, I cannot recommend it highly enough. How often do you find a romance–thriller–soap opera with political intrigue? It's stocked in a fair number of libraries, so you can read it for free. Or if you're the purchasing type, it's stocked at every decent book store and comics shop.



Friday, January 23, 2009

the cleaner

Aaron McGruder, creator of the Boondocks, had this to say regarding our leadership change:

I did say I was cautiously pessimistic about Obama's Presidency - but this is simply acknowledging the reality of an American Empire that is out of control and on the verge of collapse. Let us not forget that on the eve of the election, we witnessed a near trillion dollar robbery of the US treasury. That robbery is still taking place. I do not blame President Obama, but I do not believe the financial and corporate interests that own and control this country will fold so easily. I do not question the integrity of the man as much as the power of his office - which I believe has greatly diminished over the years. I believe the Federal Reserve Bank, the Military Industrial Complex, and the massive corporate interests that run this country have more power than our new President. I hope I am wrong.

After 9/11, I witnessed most of this country become obsessed with squashing dissent and silencing critics. I hope this election does not turn Black America towards this same, fascist mind state; but already I am starting to see it, and it saddens me greatly. I absolutely wish our new President and his family success and safety. But after all I have witnessed in my lifetime, and especially in the last eight years, I am not ready to lay down my skepticism or my outrage for this government. To do so would be unwise and, ironically enough, anti-American.


This probably more accurately sums up my feelings than anything else I've read. I have to say, I never really thought of the recent bailout/money grab as robbery, but when you consider that hundreds of millions of dollars were handed over to corporations without conditions and a complete lack of oversight, you have to wonder whether either (a) our government is that stupid or (b) certain people in our government are really that crafty. Who would benefit from handing over a few hundred million dollars of other people's money to some very powerful people and not suffer any consequences? A lame duck president and his buddies. Mutual backscratching on this level isn't unthinkable (cough::cough::halliburton). Frankly though, given how the previous administration handled most of their reign, I'm leaning toward option (a). If the democrats in congress have shown us anything in the past few years, it's they're like a bunch of headless chickens running around aimlessly, and completely mindless.

Obama at least is making somewhat of an effort. He's reversing the ban on federal funding for international organizations that perform or provide information on abortions. He reiterated his support of Roe v. Wade saying it "not only protects women's health and reproductive freedom, but stands for a broader principle: that government should not intrude on our most private family matters."

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

pizza

my largest pizza ever, which really isn't so large. probably about 14". also, you'll notice the bottom is looking a little blond. i'd like to blame this largely on it being the last pizza of the night, which means the stone had a lot of the heat sucked out of it by the previous five or six pizzas. i also blame the oven and myself for not managing it better. better luck next time, i guess.
good speech.

Monday, January 19, 2009

the circle is complete

what's as good as Beyoncé's video for Single Ladies? well, not a lot really. which is why there are so many people imitating it:











Friday, January 16, 2009

it's a ho-hum life, for me.

so, no news right? i mean, we're all tired of talking about economics and the end of wealth, aren't we?

obama is still the front page story, even after almost two and a half months and i'm bored of him already. when do we get to elect another most powerful man in the world?

did you hear the lovefest that was the hillary clinton confirmation hearing? no two ways about it, senators love other senators becoming secretaries. no one really wants to listen to a bunch of politicians thanking each other profusely. it was boring. i give it a C-. when are we going to get on with the british parlimentary system where everyone yells at each other and the prime minister has to face his legislature and defend his position?

oh yeah, and birds downed a plane into the hudson river. you probably knew that. still. everyone survived. everyone. when was the last time an airliner crashed and everyone survived? i'm asking that in all seriousness. if anyone knows, please tell me.

Going to the Fountains of Wayne show tonight. It'll be an acoustic set. At least that's what they're advertising. They're probably best known for writing the music to That Thing You Do, their hit single Stacy's Mom, and co-writing a fair amount of the music to the Colbert Christmas Special. But, honestly, they are much better than any of those:

Fountains of Wayne—Valley Winter Song

Saturday, January 10, 2009

favorite cuts of 2008



in no particular order:

The Rentals—Colorado
Blissed-out acoustic-synth-pop.

Madonna & Timbaland & Justin Timberlake—4 Minutes

Timbaland's magical dancing unicorn beat.

Raphael Saadiq—100 Yard Dash

Perfect? Maybe.

Olmecha Supreme—Bebestyle (Live)

NZ's best live band finally releases something resembling a live album. Seemlessly spans three musical genres in 3 and 3/4 minutes.

Mates of State—Get Better

"Everything's gonna get lighter, even if it never gets better"

Theresa Anderson—Japanese Art

Kitschy, crafty, catchy.

Lupe Fiasco—Hip-Hop Saved My Lif
e
Because it sounds like it did.

Beyoncé—Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)

Pop gold. Seriously. Should replace the C-note.

Lenka—The Show

2008's Feist releases 2008's 1 2 3 4

Britney Spears—Break the Ice

Ties what's left of Britney's sex appeal to dancetastic synth lines from heaven.

LCD Soundsystem—New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down

Find a New Yorker who can't relate. Triple dare.

Weezer—I Can Love

Buried in the bonus tracks of a mediocre album. God only knows why.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

laughy moo year.



8tracks.
Alicia Keys,
Mary Jane Hooper,
Sam Cooke,
Aretha Franklin,
Otis Redding,
Raphael Saadiq,
Lauryn Hill,
Carl Hall.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

no one to blame but our idiot selves.

from the washingtonpost.com:
U.S. Debt Expected To Soar This Year: $2 Trillion Increase May Test Federal Ability to Borrow
"the national debt is projected to jump by as much as $2 trillion this year, an unprecedented increase that could test the world's appetite for financing U.S. government spending."

is this not the problem that got us into dire straits in the first place?

lessons we were supposed to learn from the mortgage/credit fiasco:
1. don't lend money to people who can't pay it back.
2. don't borrow more money than you can pay back.

was anyone paying attention?

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Friday, December 19, 2008

IED

a toner cartridge exploded on me yesterday. luckily i was wearing glasses, otherwise i might be blind in my right eye. and my pants are now magenta.

xkcd:

Thursday, December 18, 2008

they love the gulyas

we've had a cold snap. someone told me it's the coldest it's been in portland in 30 years. we actually had a snow day at work. it's not supposed to snow here. the result has been much movie watching and hot chocolate. spatzel stew is very popular in my house these days.

i've also been introduced to veronica mars, which turns out is a pretty good show. bonus points for the theme song being the dandy warhol's we used to be friends, which is both thematically appropriate and a great pop song (though, it maybe sticks in your head a little to easily).



Wednesday, December 17, 2008

my fellow marketeers, or why i hate being in a marketing department

Alex Leo posted, what seemed to me to be, fairly reasonable remarks about sexist trends in advertising:
This was a big year for women: The first serious female presidential candidate, the first predominately female state senate, the first female Top Chef. Yet the advertising world has not caught up to the advances of half our population and continues to use stereotypes and violence to prey on our most vile desires. Here are the worst of them--the trends that won't die despite our cultural outrage, and personal boredom.

continue reading...
I was appalled, though not surprised, at some of the hateful responses readers posted. While I don't agree with all of Alex's analysis regarding the ads in question, I do agree with her overall point. I got into it a little bit with some of the commenters on the site, which I know is an exercise in futility. But sometimes it's fun to argue. Anyway, I've cut and pasted the exchange below. I get kind of high-horse-y in places, but if you read some of the earlier comments before my post, you might have a better understanding of why I ended up with that tone. (Parental units, please note that there's some harsh language used here.)

Flushy McBucketpants said...

i think a number of you are missing the point of what this post is about. (or maybe i am?)

it seems to me that this post isn't in opposition to sex in advertising. it's against perpetuating what should, at this point, be outdated and unacceptable modes of thinking about women—the idea that women are sex objects and should be subservient, that their reason for being is to please men.

the post's author does not complain about ad campaigns like the one that Dove ran not too long ago featuring "real" women in their underwear or the Marithe & Francois Girbaud take on Da Vinci's last supper (http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/9694/thelastbrunch2ha.jpg), which are both sexy, eye-catching, and tasteful.

just as there would be an outcry if there was an ad-campaign depicting people in blackface, people should be upset when women are treated like sex toys.

it is offensive. and in this case it's also dehumanizing.


Flushy McBucketpants said...

furthermore, regardless of the narrative that the viewer places on these images, they all have a clear subtext. You may not see the Dolce & Gabbana ad as as explicitly a gang rape scene, but it would be hard not to see it as an image depicting male dominance—a man appears to be holding a woman down while a group of other men look on without any of them showing a hint of misgiving. she's just an object for them to take advantage of.

the BMW ad is sexualizing a model with a very young features. while the model may in real life be of age, that does not seem to be what they are hoping to depict. and it doesn't excuse what seems to be an endorsement of pedophilia.

as for the LAMB ad, maybe there are societies where getting jizzed in the face is a noble deed to be trumpeted and applauded—the last ceremonial act before being crowned queen (or king) of all the land. but generally in the US, at least, it's considered somewhat degrading, and is often nothing more than the climax of male power fantasies.

for those of you that have the urge to defend these ads. stop and think if for a second. are you in favor of perpetuating male dominance? should children be portrayed as sex objects? were women put on this planet with the sole purpose of pleasing men?

i like beautiful, naked people. i like sexy ads. i don't like these ads.


David Kendall said...

Flashy, your post confirms that we each view an ad through our own eyes, bringing to it what we want to bring.

Now, I'm not trying to defend or attack the ads -- in a country where there's freedom of expression, even in advertising, you can't stop people from depicting whatever they think will sell their product -- unless you stop buying the product. But my point is sex sells, so they use it.

If you're objecting to the "objectification" of women, ANY ad does that. It then becomes a question of degree. I mean, you can't have "beautiful, naked people" and "sexy ads" without objectifying the subjects in the ad. A naked girl advertising soda is still naked, still an object of desire (supposedly), and is still being used to hawk a product, whether she's standing in the street, sitting on a bench, or lying on a bed with a guy.

The same is true about a beautiful girl, in tight jeans and a t-shirt, hawking the same soda. You're attracted to the girl, and then you notice the soda.

Same with the ads for men's cologne on tv -- you see guys with 6-pack abs playing soccer, and then you're told about the product. ALL advertising with models is objectifying the subjects for the sake of the product (unless the ad is simply a picture of the product). And ads that depict pseudo-rape, or purported "pedophilia" are simply pushing the envelope as far as they can before they alienate the consumers to the point where they won't buy the product.

As I mentioned before, the ads are not going to create the desire in people to rape, or stalk children, or act like sluts. They may attact people with those predipositions to the product, which is the point of advertising, but they don't cause the problem, and they don't perpetuate it. They feed on a pre-existing attitude for the sake of sales.


Flushy McBucketpants said...

David—I agree with you that all understanding is subjective. However, I wasn't intending for my argument to be about personal perception or semantics, but rather about social perception, social norms, values, and morals.

I do not believe that men will go running about gang-raping women upon viewing the Dolce & Gabbana ad. However, I do believe that images like that both reflect and help perpetuate patriarchal tendencies. When images like that are presented as a selling point instead of in a critical light, it only reinforces those kinds of gender roles whether you're interested in participating in a dominant–submissive relationship, or whether you're just interested in socially interacting with the opposite sex. We see the effects of male dominated society everywhere, from the gender split in classroom participation, to who runs the country (politically and economically), to the picture people imagine when they think of the words scientist and homemaker.

If I had a daughter I wouldn't want her bombarded by images of submissive, subservient women whose value lies in their ability to get men sexually aroused.

Objectifying people for beauty and objectifying people for sex are two different things (though there is often crossover). But it's not simply a matter of objectification. It's also an issue of respect for women and general decency. I may sound like some pro-censorship conservative whack-o, but I don't believe I am. I just want the people making these ads to be more judicious in their representation of people. I don't know why that's such a difficult thing to accomplish.


MarcWPhoto said...

Flushy:

Re: I just want the people making these ads to be more judicious in their representation of people. I don't know why that's such a difficult thing to accomplish.

It's not difficult to accomplish. However, the people who make ads are not being paid to do what you think they should do. They are being paid to do what their clients ask, which is to get people to buy their clients' goods and services. If your way worked better, they would do that.

If your way does work better and they won't do it, the obvious answer is for you to open your own ad agency and laugh all the way to the bank.

M


Flushy McBucketpants said...

Marc, I understand that people are paid to do this. But I'm pretty sure I gave a couple examples (Dove's "Real Women" campaign and the Marithe & Francois Girbaud Last Supper of ad) in one of my comments above that successfully used sex and beauty but in less dangerous ways.

Just because one way works doesn't mean another way doesn't. And just because one works doesn't mean it should be used. Company's use bribery and espionage all the time to turn a larger profit and get ahead of their competitors, that doesn't make that kind of behavior good.

Just because one type of ad helps generate profit doesn't mean that (a) it also doesn't have detrimental effects and (b) there aren't other ads that would work just as well without the negative effects.

Frankly, this type of advertising (e.g., the D&G ad) is not just morally reprehensible in many ways, but it's also unimaginative and lazy.

Yes, it's the ad agency's job to give the client what it wants, but somehow I doubt that the client asked for an ad that could be construed as representing gang-rape.

MarcWPhoto said...

The difference being, bribery and corporate espionage are against the law. :)

If D&G shared your opinion about the ad, they could have just not used it. Since they are a billion-dollar fashion icon and you are, well, Flushy McBucketpants, I am not yet convinced that they are idiots and you are superior in your evaluation of what sells and what doesn't.

If it makes you feel any better, the ads have been banned in some countries and the US will doubtless follow in their progressive footsteps at some point. Eventually you will win.

M


Flushy McBucketpants said...

It does not make me feel better that these ads are banned. That's not really what I'm looking for.

I am looking for some compassion and consideration, some respect for fellow humans.

When these kinds of ads are the outliers, it's not so much of a problem. We can look at them and say, "Wow. That's provocative." When these ads are the norm, they prove to be both reflections of society's accepted norms and also buttress those cultural standards.

I think promoting misogyny is wrong, whether it helps you earn money or not. That many people appear not to care about our society accepting and promoting misogyny just shows how heartless those people are.

Obviously this upsets me.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Uncle.

wordpress is nice, but for some reason they make embedding things like video a pain in the ass. also, i do like not having to pay for the privilege of altering my html and css when i want. as such, i've come crawling back to blogger begging for forgiveness.

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muxtape in all its original freewheeling glory was killed by the RIAA, but there are a couple websites vying to be legit replacements. one of them is 8tracks.




http://8tracks.com/egadman/

Sunday, November 30, 2008

changing of the guard.

i'm going to try moving my blog to wordpress:

http://egadman.wordpress.com/

we'll see how it goes.

Friday, November 28, 2008

the joys of capitalism

this is really fucking sad. it's just stuff, people—stuff that costs a little less than normal.

found on the washingtonpost.com:

Wal-Mart worker dies after shoppers knock him down
NEW YORK -- A Wal-Mart worker was killed Friday when "out-of-control" shoppers desperate for bargains broke down the doors at a 5 a.m. sale. Other workers were trampled as they tried to rescue the man, and customers shouted angrily and kept shopping when store officials said they were closing because of the death, police and witnesses said. continue reading...

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

déjà vu

New Zealand police were pulling this same crap. A number of people in the activist community (non-violent types who worked to promote peace, sustainability, anti-imperialism, and other good things like equality and liberty) I was a part of in Wellington ended up in jail with charges of terrorism stacked against them from these kinds of ridiculous policies. From the Washington Post:

Many Groups Spied Upon In Md. Were Nonviolent

By Lisa Rein and Josh White
Washington Post Staff Writers
Wednesday, November 19, 2008; B01

Maryland State Police labeled members of a Montgomery County environmental group as terrorists and extremists days after they held a nonviolent protest at an appearance by then-Gov. Robert L. Ehrlich Jr. at a Bethesda high school.

Police files released to the activists reveal that the governor's security detail alerted the state police's Homeland Security and Intelligence Division to what troopers guarding Ehrlich described as "aggressive protesting" by the Chesapeake Climate Action Network in 2005.

A review by The Washington Post of those and other files given in recent days to many of the 53 Maryland activists who were wrongly labeled as terrorists in state and federal databases shows an intelligence operation eager to collect information on the protest plans of a broad swath of nonviolent groups from 2005 to at least early 2007.

continue reading...

Monday, November 17, 2008

I thieve for you.

best argument i've heard thus far regarding the whole gay marriage crisis (what? it can be a crisis too! everything else is these days—oil crisis; economic crisis; fire crisis; global warming crisis; citigroup crisis; hunger crisis; budget crisis; ham sandwich crisis... i could go on) is over at the flying panda:

As you may have noticed from the last post, I’m none too happy about this whole Prop 8 kerfuffle. See, it pisses me off not just because of the hate, or the apparently comfort a certain segment of the population has with creating a fascist theocracy, or even the balls that some people have to act as if THEY are the ones who should be offended that they are being held responsible for their actions. See, I am also frustrated—and, to be honest, have been for quite some time—because there are so many more important things to do than try to assimilate with a worn out heteronormative religious institution . . . but man, those fucking Mormons have to ruin everything, don’t they. So I’ve come up with a solution for everyone:

Ban STRAIGHT marriage.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

braaaaaaaaaaaaainnsssssss.

sometimes when i go to work and then stare at my computer screen for
multiple consecutive hours, my brain goes on hiatus such that it will
not really function in any sort of active capacity, but only in a
reactionary capacity. and to get it to shift out of neutral and
accelerate requires massive amounts of mental oomph.

at night, i find the opposite. i can think and think and think putting
forth virtually no effort at all and there are occasions when i can't
stop thinking (a problem that seems to afflict a number of people i
know). and not only that but i can think in both broad strokes and
about the minutiae about virtually anything, from Armageddon, to pen
nibs, to the exploitation of sweatshop workers in southeast asia. my
nighttime thinking is often transportational—i can think myself into
various situations, with a heightened sense of empathy. i often am at
my most honestly self-reflective at night as well. and there have been
many occasions when i've composed letters in my head right before
going to sleep—thanks, apologies, or other sentiments—that seem at the
time extremely important things to say, but of course the next day,
the urge is lessened and i have an inability to recreate the words
just so.

for some reason i think most people are more thoughtful and honest at
night. probably right before they go to sleep. maybe this sense is
just a result of my self-centeredness—an assumption that everyone else
is like me or should be like me.

i wonder why this oscillation in thought (or lack thereof) occurs. is
the structured environment of an office actually destructive with
respect to thought processes? is the night some bizarre psychological
security blanket that allows the brain to wander off in any direction
without worry? maybe it's just the distraction of the computer with
its easily manipulated controls and infinite entertainments that
placates. it would be. stupid computers. (this is how bill gates took
over the world. it's diabolical!)

Kate. Beaton.





yeah. she can draw better than this. more humor if you click the image.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

sunday pizza

magic happens here.



in the white house.

"The Obamas are also going to take a huge pay cut. Sure, he'll make more, getting bumped from a senator's salary to that of a president, but he won't have time to write those bestselling books. Worse, she's not going to make a thing. The first lady is forced to work around the clock for no pay. She's technically a volunteer in the White House." —Joel Achenbach

Is this true? Is a first lady not allowed to work professionally? Would her working professionally somehow result in a conflict of interest for the White House (i.e., tax cuts to the first lady's industry)? Clearly there are unofficial White House-y duties to attend to, but does that preclude her choosing another more enjoyable, paid occupation? Self-employment perhaps?

Wikipedia answers:
"There is a strong tradition against the First Lady holding outside employment while occupying the office.[3] The first lady frequently participates in humanitarian and charitable work; over the course of the 20th century it became increasingly common for first ladies to select specific causes to promote, usually ones that are not politically divisive. It is common for the first lady to hire a staff to support these activities."


This is a pretty sexist precedent (outside of the fact that there have been no women presidents, obviously). I certainly support "humanitarian and charitable work", but I don't much like the idea of a first lady being pigeonholed into it.


First Black Lady—Lady Tigra

Monday, November 10, 2008

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

'In front of the White House, the celebrants came up with a new chant to direct toward the mansion: "Pack! Your! Shit!"' —Achenbach

what american culture gave me up to this point is a void—empty calories, hollow catchphrases, and meaningless toil. most things of value that i feel i have—outside of those things i was born with, i.e., a loving family, this awkward body, a somewhat unreliable mind—were gained in reaction to what america seemed embody.

but then last night, in all its historic, gravity-filled, momentous glory, our liberal messiah became the president elect. Obama then said this election was only the beginning and the real work is ahead. he appealed to the american people (that's us!) to do our part to help move america forward. then this afternoon i had an encounter with a fellow citizen while waiting for my order, (the bastille—a grilled panini with portobello mushrooms, roasted red peppers, smoked mozzarella, red onions, tomatoes, spinach in place of alfalfa sprouts, and sundried tomato mayo) at the local sandwich joint, who said electing Obama was a good first step, but that everyone needs to pitch in. i'm sure there are a number of other conversations happening all over the country with the same sentiment bandied about. i just don't know what it means. what part exactly are we supposed to do? how are we supposed to do it? is it sacrifice that's necessary? action? innovation? a psychological adjustment? what is and how do we make progress? this is really what most people yearn for, yes? some purpose? we'll eat it up if someone would just tell us, show us.

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as for prop 8, isn't the basis for our country "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness"? isn't that what the declaration of independence was all about? the state denying a person their ability to marry someone they love is about as unamerican a thing as i can think of.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

thank god that's done with.