7.31.2008

The X-Files: I Want to Believe

Caution: Contains a Somewhat Inconsequential Spoiler

Tonight, Jess and I saw The X-Files: I Want to Believe. I'll start by saying that, despite my deep love of the series, I wasn't excited about the movie at all until we were sitting in the theatre and we heard the first few notes of the theme music, at which point, I grinned and experienced some anticipatory exhilaration.

The bad news is that the critics' consensus was pretty bleak and their complaints mirrored some of mine: the film had grossly trite and cheesy moments; Amanda Peet is annoyingly milquetoast; the film feels just like a slow, too-long tv episode. Oh, and, Chris Carter? A dick joke? Seriously? Chris, if that's what you want to do now, fine; but hook up with Judd Apatow or someone else who does dick joke movies. Sheesh.

The good news is that despite all those complaints, I took some serious pleasure in the nostalgia provided by my old friends, Scully and Mulder. Mulder (David Duchovny) is totally sexy with his full beard and Scully (Gillian Anderson) is more beautiful than I've seen her. The pair is cute-ish as a romantic couple (that's what we wanted all those years, right?); Skinner (Mitch Pileggi) makes an appearance and he and Scully get Mulder out of a pinch. Additionally, despite the slowness inherent in making what amounts to an hour-long episode of The X-Files long enough to be feature-film length, the story is relatively decent. I thing it deserves a strong B-.

Oh, and if you're not watching David Duchovny in Californication, what are you waiting for?


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Um.... What?

From the Athens Boy's Choir...

::shrug::


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Barefoot in the Grass

For reasons that are unclear, London Krispy Kreme's are selling flip-flops with real grass growing on the foot bed. If you take good care of it and perhaps pee on it, it should live for up to four months.


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Navigating the Science (and Sociology) of "Traffic"

On Monday, July 28's "Fresh Air," Terry Gross interviewed Tom Vanderbilt, author of Traffic: Why We Drive the Way We Do (and What it Says about Us). In the interview, Vanderbilt explained why the elimination of traffic lights and the integration of traffic circles would mean safer roads. He also talked about the benefits of the late merge and the confusion that occurs when we get into the "dilemma zone."

The topic and interview are both remarkable. Driving is often such an unconscious activity; I know I am guilty of relying heavily on my ability to drive on autopilot. This subject is something we don't consider nearly enough. Listen to the interview and read an excerpt from the book here; Vanderbilt blogs on the topic here.

7.30.2008

Ride Your Bike to Work...

Get shot in the face.

From Columbia Dispatch:
TOLEDO, Ohio (AP) — Toledo police say a man was shot and killed while bicycling to work for the first time to save on gas.

Police Capt. Ray Carroll says 46-year-old David Babcock was seen on a street having a heated argument with another man before he was shot around 5:30 Tuesday morning. He was pronounced dead at a hospital.

The coroner says Babcock took a bullet to the face that caused massive bleeding and hampered his breathing.

No arrests have been made. Authorities don't know the motive for the shooting.

Babcock survived surgery to remove a brain tumor 13 years ago. His fiance, Rene Long, says Babcock had put lights on his bike and wore a reflective vest so he would be safe on his inaugural, 8-mile ride to his job at Fresh Products Inc., a maker of air fresheners.



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Holy Shit!

This is some seriously sexy tv. Are you watching "Weeds?" You should be....


A nsfw clip from the end of the episode is here.

UPDATE: The aforementioned nsfw clip is g-o-n-e gone.

It is Fine!

"Everything is fine," says Crispin Glover. Today, I agree!

There Is No Respite without My Fermented Chinese Tea

I've been drinking my kombucha daily since mid-May (thanks, Toves!) and have had almost no problems with heartburn. Its been great. Kombucha is pretty expensive and I have a hard time justifying the purchase (even though I've been buying it by the case and getting a discount) but its so good for my bod! Its chock full of active enzymes, amino acids, viable probiotics, antioxidants and polyphenols.

Sadly, I forgot my tea on Sun. and was out of tea today. Plus, our dinner was an awful, disgusting pizza that Jesse picked out and now, I Feel Like SHIT. Ack!! I am a wild inferno and it sucks. I've been popping Tums with no relief and am counting the hours until I can get to the local whole foods store.

On another note, I'm considering peeing on my plants.


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7.29.2008

Neo-Primitive Fiddle Music in the Park

I've neglected my report on the weekend and the list of notable elements is lengthening so I'll try to be concise and relay the interesting parts in list form:

Saturday

  • Jesse's pretty lame company picnic
  • Dinner from The Ale House
  • The Horse Flies at Taughannock Falls State Park. These guys were really great. Their style is kind of hard to describe but they were modern-y, trance-y, folk rock fiddle music. That probably tells you nothing but I'm not sophisticated enough about music and describing music to explain more accurately. They were really fun and personable. We drank some beer and took it easy for a couple of hours; we were lucky and didn't have any rain. Perhaps someday before the end of the summer, someone we invite to accompany us will not only agree to join us but will actually join us.

Sunday

We had a picnic with my family for my parent's 29th wedding anniversary. It was at The Hickories park in Owego. Its pretty modest but also pretty pretty and is right on the Susquehanna River.
We ate a lot (our contributions: close-roasted pork with ancho, cinnamon and cocoa; minted quinoa salad with pine nuts; yogurt and mint cucumber salad and homemade sangria), drank a lot and played a lot. Lots of fun. More pictures here.

Have You Seen the Shit This Guy Eats?!!



I'm convinced Guy Fieri is going to be dead before he's 43.

The End of the World is on My Top 10

St. Petersburg Times columnist, Tampa Bay resident and world beer traveler Joey Redner offers his list of the 10 coolest beer names. One of my favorites is #10!

10. Unibroue La Fin Du Monde How can you not love a beer that calls itself "End of the World?" Fortunately, the only thing that will end after enjoying this complex brew is your ability to make do with just any beer.

9. Harveistoun Old Engine Oil Mega-breweries spend millions of dollars on image building, cultivating a look, image and an enticing name that's not distasteful. Then there's the Harviestoun brewery in Scotland that simply looked at its tasty old ale and named it after the first thing that came to mind: Old Engine Oil.

8. Sweetwater Happy Ending Imperial Stout The name refers either to living happily ever after or the beer's great finish. It has nothing to do with massage parlors. Would a brewery that also has beers named Donkey Punch and 420 go there? I think not.

7. Ridgeway Santa's Butt A butt is a wooden keg of beer. The picture on the bottle of jolly St. Nick's butt crack peeking out from his baggy pantaloons ensures no one misses the double entendre. It has the distinction of having been banned in Maine and New York.

6. Buffalo Bill's Alimony Ale Billed as "the bitterest beer in America," this India Pale Ale is clearly the brainchild of someone disenchanted with the notion of till death do us part.

5. Dogfish Head Golden Shower Originally named Prescription Pills, the brewery was forced to change the name, lest someone think it was a pharmaceutical. Golden Shower saw one release before the government folks figured out what they'd approved. The beer is now known as Golden Era.

4. Mikkeller Beer Geek Breakfast Pooh Coffee The coffee added to the beer is pooped out by a civet (a catlike mammal that loves coffee). A bit literal? Yes. But still funny.

3. McQuire's [sic] I'll Have What The Gentleman On The Floor Is Having Barley Wine The name is a subtle hint that at 12 percent alcohol by volume, this beer is meant to be sipped. If you can drink it faster than you can say it, slow down!

2. Avery Collaboration Not Litigation This beer typifies the spirit of the craft brewing community. Vinnie Cilurzo of Russia River Brewing and Adam Avery of Avery Brewing realized they both had beers named Salvation. Showing a selfish disregard for the financial health of America's lawyers, the two brewers decided that instead of suing each other, they'd team up to brew this bold beer.

1. Wasatch Polygamy Porter The slogan explains perfectly why this is the coolest beer name ever: "Why have just one?" I have big love for this beer's name.


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Tsk Tsk, AshleyMadison


Is this what we're doing now? Seriously?


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New from Despair, Inc.



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7.28.2008

Random Police Violence at July 25 NYC Critical Mass

New York's finest. Word is that:
the cyclist in this video was arrested, held for 26 hours, and charged with attempted assault and resisting arrest. One other cyclist was ticketed Friday night for riding outside the bike lane, which is not actually illegal and often necessary, considering how popular bike lanes are for double parking.


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Echoes of Angels Who Won't Return....

Today I was shopping with Emily and I heard Vertical Horizon's "Everything You Want." It was pretty random; I haven't heard the song in years. I would normally have no affectations for such a gooey, mainstream song except that it immediately reminds me of my little Niki so for that reason, I love the song a little bit cause I love[d] Nik a lot.

It'd Be a Lie If I Said, "No Big Deal"

Look at my cute new blue shoes! They were oh-so-cheap; I couldn't resist!

All the Cool Politicians are Doing It

Too bad Bush isn't smart enough to figure out the logistics of the bump.


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Art! Art! Get Your Art Here!

Mikus is working on a limited number of handmade masks that will be available come fall. Details regarding designs, prices and how to get 'em while they're hot will follow. If you haven't checked out Mikus' art, what are you waiting for? Find it here. Some of my personal favorites include "Family Photo," "Snowman," and "royal owl." I hope some day to have a mantle and some Mikus art to hang above it.


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7.27.2008

Bottlecap Insight

HassleMe? Not If I Can Help It.

Ladies, I am about to share some titillating info that may quite possibly change how you relate to your recalcitrant husby or boyfriend or girlfriend or doorman or e-savvy puggle. Get ready to stop the nagging, hassling, reminding. You don't have to do it anymore. HassleMe will do it for you. All you have to do is specify the hassle and the appropriate frequency of the hassle. Include the hasslee's email address and you're done. The hassle recipient will receive semi-unpredictable nags. This means no more prodding, poking, nudging; no more "when are you going to...," "don't forget to...," "you should probably...."

I know this site was primarily intended to remind the user to go to the gym, pick up the dry cleaning, practice the piano or sober up. That's great for some people. I'm using it to do my dirty work and bug my husby. Thanks, HassleMe!

July 25 Critical Mass Melee: What He Said

In the interest of providing access to both sides of the story, the full account of the incident from the driver's point of view is available here. And now an excerpt:
While a some cyclists I’ve spoken with have written Mark off as another indignant road-hog, Mark says he actually used to be a bike commuter when he lived in Seattle a few years ago. “I sympathize with [cyclists’] cause. I ride bikes too. I’m a liberal hippie democrat,” he says, adding “I’m gay, the person with me was a lesbian and we were a attacked by eco-terrorists. It’s the most Seattle thing that could have happened.
Do you have any thoughts or experience with Critical Mass? What opinions do you have?

My consideration on this issue continues.

July 25 Critical Mass Melee


Critical Mass is a simple gathering of bike lovers who organize a regular monthly ride through city streets to assert their right to the roads. Critical Mass is not a formal organization or group although groups within individual cities decide to be as formal or as informal about their particular city's endeavor; instead, it is more of a concept meant to bring bike lovers together to celebrate their common interest in both their past time and their desire for safety and road space.

I'm certainly not exhaustively familiar with Critical Mass; you know any Critical Mass rides in my future will be many hours of bike riding down the road, literally and figuratively. I do know that I am upset about the melee during Seattle's most recent ride.

From KING 5:
A demonstration turned violent Friday night after a group of cyclists taking part in the Critical Mass demonstration got into an argument with a driver on Seattle’s Capitol Hill.

Critical Mass is a group of cyclists that takes to the streets the last Friday of every month to promote cyclists’ right to the road.

It’s wasn’t clear what sparked the confrontation at 15th and Aloha, but witnesses say they saw about a dozen cyclists surround a white Subaru, blocking in the driver.

Apparently, the driver felt intimidated and tried to back up to get away, but he backed into at least two cyclists.

He then tried to take off, but cyclists chased after him, bashed in his car window and assaulted the driver. The driver was taken to an area hospital.

From an actual eyewitness (a bystander):
I was just looking up news information about an event that I witnessed tonight and found a frighteningly misinformed article on the event on the King 5 news website. Their “Bicycle demonstration turns violent” article paints a picture of cyclist brutality committed on a vehicle, injuring the driver and scaring the passenger, who they describe as a pregnant woman. While there is no denying that the cyclists circled the car and trashed it, this was all an attempt to stop the car and driver from possibly hurting anyone else, as the scene they describe in their newscast takes place about 200 ft from the scene where the motorist accelerated from 0 to 40 THROUGH a standing line of cyclists at Aloha and 14th, luckily only injuring two of them as his car was pointed at a group of six.

I was standing about 20 feet from the scene and saw the entire altercation. I honestly cannot believe what I saw. Originally, the vehicle was trying to inch (westward on Aloha) into an oncoming mass of cyclists on a narrow road, where he had to pull into the oncoming traffic lane in order to get around the cars parked in his lane. About 6 cyclists peeled off to park themselves in front of the vehicle, explaining that he needed to wait and they would all be out of his way in a minute. The driver, however, remained agitated and expressed that they were “in a rush” and “would be late”. When the cyclists asked what they were going to be late for, the driver responded, “We have reservations!”, which left the group largely speechless until one of the cyclists again explained that he would save a lot of time and trouble if he just waited another 30 seconds for the rest of the cyclists to pass. At that moment, the driver suddenly put his car in reverse and backed up—5 feet into the sidewalk (now the car is parallel to Aloha—thank goodness there were no pedestrians behind him!)—and stopped. This strange behavior panicked everyone and no one moved except to shout “Stop.” This is when his passenger started yelling for him to “Calm down and stop” as well. After staying put for about 10 seconds, the driver then said “fuck this” and accelerated into the line of standing cyclists. When he hit the first ones, he continued to accelerate, but steered into the larger mass of cyclists before turning the wheel and tearing off in the opposite direction (east on Aloha) with one of the hit cyclists still on the roof of his car.

The driver sped down Aloha with a mess of bicycles and cyclists in his wake, a cyclist on his roof, and everyone, including his pregnant passenger, yelling for him to “Just stop!” At the bottom of the hill, the driver stopped at a stop sign and the cyclists swarmed the car, slashing his tires and breaking the windows in order to make sure that he did not continue operating his vehicle through the city like a madman. His door was opened, the driver got out of the car in tears and walked, unmolested back up to where the cyclists were splayed out in the street apologizing to everyone. His passenger was relatively calm, also walked up the street unmolested, and explained that her friend had made a mistake and that she had been yelling for him to calm down and stop the car. While there was a little hysterical yelling by the freightened (sic) bicyclists, there was absolutely no physical confrontation.

The reason that I am writing you is that it seems alarmingly irresponsible that such a biased story would be printed and broadcast when King 5 admits that “It’s wasn’t clear what sparked the confrontation”. Not that this is surprising by any means, which is unfortunate. I guess I just want to make sure that the real story is put out there before this damning misinterpretation gains any steam.

I am very distressed about this, both as a new bike rider (if you can call my current ability "riding") and as someone who absolutely acquiesces with this celebration and expression. I certainly plan to incorporate Critical Mass rides into my bike-riding (and hopefully bike-loving) future.


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7.26.2008

Busted in Bed Together: FOX News and The Bush Administration

This is certainly no surprise but its disconcerting none the less.



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Sunrise was at 5:51 a.m.

After this, I dozed on the couch until 5 a.m. or so when I woke for no apparent reason. I quickly fell back to sleep but was up again at 8, at which point I planned to relocate to the bedroom for some more sleep. Then Jesse wanted me to look at some pictures and then I got distracted with who knows what else and here we are: no additional sleep, blogging and nearly time to get the day off the ground.

Today's activities include a trip to Wegmans; Jesse's company picnic at a local park, visible bruises and all; dinner at The Ale House followed by The Horse Flies for music at Taughannock Park. We aren't familiar with the band but the Ithaca Journal describes the music as, "neo-primitive fiddle music." It should be great!


image via The Horse Flies

What Time Does the Sun Rise in July?

Its 3:44 a.m. and I'm still awake. I can only play so much websudoku and listen to so many This American Life shows before the sun comes up and Jesse stirs and wonders how long ago the fresh whole wheat chocolate chip cookies came out of the oven because they're still warm and I've finally fallen asleep on the kitchen floor with a single sheet and a small pile of kitchen towels.

I am Not a Pretty Girl/That is Not What I Do...

"I ain't no damsel in distress/I don't need to be rescued..."
-Ani DiFranco, "Not a Pretty Girl"

See my bad, bad learning-to-ride-a-bike bruises? They're bad, right? Jesse thinks they're so bad that I should wear pants to his company picnic today. They are gross, it is true. But the forecast for today is 83 degrees! Plus, the bruises mean that this learning-to-ride-a-bike thing is serious business for me and that I'm working hard. Does anyone really pay any attention to calves anyways?

7.25.2008

Steven Colbert Really Prefers to Blow Dry His Grapes

Check out Steven Colbert's hilarious interview with Sierra Club executive director and The Huffington Post Green's prolific blogger, Carl Pope, who was an incredibly good sport about all sorts of Colbert fatuousness.



Aah, Steven, how I heart you.


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All the Green Girls are Doing It

CAUTION: This post contains talk of lady parts and menses.

I'm not too fond of putting bleach or rayon on my body so I don't know why its taken so long for me to decide not to put them in my body. Today I ordered my first Diva Cup, a reusable, non-absorbent menstrual cup that is made of silicone. It is latex-free, plastic-free, dye and color-free and hypoallergenic. From what I've read, the ladies love this shit.

Like I said, I've been thinking about trying a Diva Cup for a while. I'm not fond of the ongoing expense of tampons and, depending on what you use, the waste involved adds up quickly which is also an issue for me. If you're using most commercially manufactured tampons, the waste is up to and including paper, cardboard and plastic and the actual tampon itself. Organic, unbleached tampons address the issue of bleaching but still create waste that must be disposed. Pads are certainly the less environmentally-sound option. The Royal Institute of Technology of Stockholm did a life-cycle assessment of pad and found that
...the crucial process in the whole life cycle is the LDPE processing. Even though cellulose constitutes more weight percent of a pad, it doesn’t have so profound environmental impacts. It is due to high energy consumption of LDPE production and using oil as a raw material which is very valuable as an energy source. That is why the main impact from pads life cycle is fossil fuel use. Foresting and cellulose processing is much more environmentally friendly than plastic production. Most of the impacts come from raw materials processing and pads production; transportation also makes its inputs but not so large.
We are rapidly switching from plastic to canvas bags because of the significantly positive impact on the environment. I know my change from disposable tampons to the reusable Diva Cup is overdue.

Additionally, since I've been on birth control, my cycle is exceedingly lighter. I am constantly struggling with the following dilemma: should I be putting this foreign object in my body to absorb when my flow is so negligible? I've switched to low-flow options but the primary issue is not addressed by that adjustment.

I'm really happy I've made this decision. The Diva Cup will quickly pay for itself and the benefits inherent in its use make the minimal disadvantages seem even less important. I'll let you know how it goes.

Sled Dog Doppelbock

When we were wine tasting on July 4, we stopped at Wagner Valley Brewing Company for a tasting. Mikus and I both really liked a Bavarian-style Doppelbock called Sled Dog and we took home a six-pack. Since he left shortly after we bought the beer and had only consumed a single bottle, the rest was left for me. I love it and have really been enjoying it. Its smooth and dark with caramel and molasses flavors; 100% delicious. The Brewing Company will ship your choice of their delicious craft-brewed ales directly to your door provided you are not unfortunate enough to live in one of the states that don't allow such daftness.

Hyperbole IS the Best Thing Ever!

Why don't I own this? It really is quintessentially Lisa.


Its on sale at mental_floss.

A Sink Your Sous Chef Will Thank You For

This is about as extravagant as it gets, I know; but check out this amazing prep sink from Kohler.
From Appliances & Kitchen Gadgets:
The prep sink is a narrow stainless steel slit that you install in your counter wherever you do your chopping. It's built on a slanted angle, so when you toss your food scraps into it and press the button, they'll wash neatly down the drain. You can press the button for a quick rinse, or for bigger scraps, you can kick it up a notch with Kohler's Cynchronous rinsing system, which synchronizes the rinse and garbage disposal cycles. A solid blue light lets you know that the rinse cycle is on, and a flashing blue light indicates that the synchronized garbage disposal is working.
I'll probably never be able to indulge myself with such a luxury but this is an excellent example of why the concept of the "dream kitchen" exists.


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7.24.2008

My New Toy Sucks

The obsessive compulsive portion of my personality is so excited. Today, the UPS man brought us our Dyson Root 6 hand-held vacuum cleaner. This vacuum is an animal. It sucks things that are inches away; its as loud as our upright vacuum. Three long hours after getting it, I was charged and wildly sucking up spider webs and dust and lint. It was great. Six minutes after that, the Dyson was sucked out and back on the charger. Sad. But its only three more hours of waiting for six more minutes of web-sucking bliss. I can hardly wait.

David Sedaris Continues to Suffer for Our Amusement

On July 17, I sent you to an interview of David Sedaris by The Stranger's Steven Blum. The article was pretty short and I assumed the actual interview was comparatively short. Nay, nay! The whole damn unedited interview is available here and is definitely worth your time. Topics include stubborn Stephanie, one of two Mother's Day donkeys; no one but Sedaris knows how handsome Matt Damon is; and abortions for $3 or $13.

Cultivating Girls with Precarious Ideas about Sex One Purity Ball at a Time

Every year, the Purity Ball makes the news and I lose my mind a little bit. The Ball is a formal, primarily Evangelical event attended by girls as young as four and their fathers. The girls pledge to remain pure and virginal until marriage; the fathers pledge to protect their daughters' virginity.

Let's begin with a creepy excerpt from Nancy Gibbs' July 17th article (The Pursuit of Teen Girl Purity) in TIME magazine:

Kylie Miraldi has come from California to celebrate her 18th birthday tonight. She'll be going to San Jose State on a volleyball scholarship next year. Her father, who looks a little like Superman, is on the dance floor with one of her sisters; he turns out to be Dean Miraldi, a former offensive lineman with the Philadelphia Eagles. When Kylie was 13, her parents took her on a hike in Lake Tahoe, Calif. "We discussed what it means to be a teenager in today's world," she says. They gave her a charm for her bracelet--a lock in the shape of a heart. Her father has the key. "On my wedding day, he'll give it to my husband," she explains. "It's a symbol of my father giving up the covering of my heart, protecting me, since it means my husband is now the protector. He becomes like the shield to my heart, to love me as I'm supposed to be loved."

Kylie talks with an unblinking confidence about a promise that she says is spiritual, mental and physical. "It's something I'm very proud of. I plan to keep pure until marriage. It's a promise I made to myself--not pressure from my parents," she says. She speaks plainly about what she wants in her life, what she thinks she has the power to control and what she doesn't. "I'm very much at peace about this," she says, and looks out across the twirling room. "I don't feel like I need to seek a man. I will be found."

These messages provided by these events and the parents who encourage their daughters participation are incredibly complicated. The messages insinuate that girls' worth is dependent only on their sexual activity or inactivity. And aren't these parents getting a little too involved in what's going on between their daughters' legs?

Perhaps providing a thorough sex education (including issues about emotions and self-esteem, peer pressure and hormones, STIs and contraception, pregnancy and responsibility), empowering girls to make their own decisions and being prepared to love and respect them after they've made their own decision, good or "bad," is the way to cultivate a sense of worth and strength in these maturing girls. In a time where abstinence-only sex education is a widespread and Congress-endorsed, albeit irresponsible, means of "teaching" students throughout the country, it is imperative for kids to be given as much information as possible and to be allowed to make decisions without fearing repercussions and crushing guilt.

From Feministing:
Flowery language and valorizing these days doesn't change what purity balls are about: the ownership and fetishizing of young girls' sexuality. Perhaps someone should remind Time of that fact.


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7.23.2008

I Really Should Have Learned This about 23 Years Ago: The Photographic Evidence

I'm so sore and very bruised. I invite you to view the large version and observe my expression. If you like this, you should see my concentrating face (requests to see the concentrating face will be considered on a case by case basis).

Contrariwise

I am a real word nerd and grammar geek and I really appreciate profound literary quotes so I was really excited when I found Contrariwise: Literary Tattoos. Here are some of my favorites:

"Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row."
-Holden Caufield in Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger

All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin' in the sun,
Talkin' 'bout the things
They coulda shoulda done....
But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
All ran away and hid
From one little Did.
-"Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda" from Falling Up by Shel Silverstein


"Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts."
-To Kil a Mockingbird by Harper Lee


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7.22.2008

What a Great [Dark] Knight

Tonight, Jesse and I saw The Dark Knight with our friends Brenda and Kyle. I don't need to tell you about it; you can read about it here, here and here. I will tell you that it was great; intense, stunning, dark, lonely. I'll also tell you that you should absolutely see it. Its creepy like I've never seen before and Heath Ledger was terrifying and mesmerizing.

Thanks, Heath; I loved it. RIP.

I Really Should Have Learned This about 23 Years Ago: The Update

So, remember when I told you I can't ride a bike? Last Friday, Jesse and I went to the bike shop and picked out bikes. I got a Trek Navigator 2.0 and Jesse's is a Trek 7200. I'll skip the part about me being frustrated with Jesse and discouraged about my dumb idea to try to learn to ride a bike and jump right to the good stuff:

Today, I coasted around by myself for a while. I was worried about not having Jesse around if I needed him but it turned out to be really good idea. I didn't have to worry about feeling like he was pressuring me or making fun of my ineptitude. And I got my first bike-related injury. Its the worst bike-related injury I have ever had.
After my very serious injury, I continued to coast around the parking lot and down a few inclines over and over again until I was feeling pretty comfortable about my balancing ability. Then I crashed my bike into a parked car; but by the time Jesse got home, I was riding my bike around the parking lot! I'm really wobbly and can't turn but I'm making progress! More updates to come....

How Could I Have Forgotten: The Results

66% of you do it wrong.

The Art of Dying

The Stranger recently did an article on the death care industry and Seattle artist Greg Lundgren, owner of Lundgren Monuments. Lundgren makes incredibly beautiful and unique translucent glass headstones. I really appreciate non-traditional funerals and funeral accouterments and Lundgren is absolutely providing a service to those who prefer something less funereal than sand blasted Barre gray monuments fabricated from Vermont granite. Boring.
Lundgren's monument business is also part art gallery which showcases the glass headstones and a wide array of atypical urns, caskets, action figures, portraits and other memorial art. From the article:
One [piece], by Arne Pihl, is a polished piece of dark wood. Others, by Timothy Foss, look like Japanese ceramics glazed with modern, minimalist patterns. Stefan Gulassa made a small, white cupboard for mementos of the deceased—a watch, a fishing weight, some fly-tying scissors—like Joseph Cornell's evocative boxed assemblages, but with a discreet metal case in the back that holds the ashes.

Lundgren's urns, made of small slabs of glass, look like tiny modernist houses. "An urn is a house, a little house," Lundgren had said a few days earlier, while giving me a tour of his studio. "This is style. This is fashion. When 50 Cent and P. Diddy die, I'm going to make them big bling diamonds out of glass."

The funeral-industry people are particularly taken with one object on Lundgren's shelves: a ceramic pipe wrench made of human bone china. "Human bone china?" they keep repeating to each other. "Human bone china!"

Its maker, Charles Krafft, stands inconspicuously—as inconspicuously as he can, being the tallest, baldest, most bearded man in the room—by the front door, drinking wine. Krafft makes hollow ceramics from pulverized cremated remains, then fills the object with the leftover ashes. He has made a ceramic military helmet for a veteran, a ceramic dog for a veterinarian, and a ceramic bottle of vodka for a friend of his ("an alcoholic gay man"). He also makes ceramic rifles, grenades, and "disasterware," including kitschy Dutch windmills with swastikas for blades. Krafft is one of the only artists in Lundgren's gallery—one of the only artists in America—who has been working in the funerary arts for years.
The gallery contains no ridiculous, gimmicky funeral shit: LifeGem, for instance, manufactures diamonds made from the liver, yes, you read it right, the partially cremated liver of your loved one. In order to make this diamond, the crematory operator is responsible for scooping some molten tissue from the flaming corpse of your cherished family member or friend. Then, the tissue is simply dropped in the mail to LifeGem and they take it from there. Who doesn't want to wear momma's liver around their neck? This gross, imprecise scooping, by the way, is illegal in New York State.

The article is really thorough and profound; it covers many aspects of the funeral industry and discusses the Goliath conglomerates (Service Corporate International, specifically, which also contains Batesville Caskets, Dignity Memorial, the National Cremation Society, Advantage Funeral and Cremation Services, Making Everlasting Memorials, Memorial Plan Cemeteries and Funeral Homes and Funeria del Angel) that are crippling and absorbing the small, privately-owned businesses in Seattle and the entire country. I really encourage you to read the article; I think its imperative to have as much knowledge about this topic as possible. It is impossible to know when you may be faced with making funeral arrangements and going into the process armed with at least some basic information will benefit you immensely in the end.

Bla Bla Blog

Lately, I'm feeling a little out of sorts. I'm not sure why. Things are going well: Jesse and I are getting along well, we've been spending time with our friends and there is a good job possibility on the horizon for Jesse. I'm excited, albeit self-conscious, about learning to ride a bike; I made a yummy whole wheat chocolate cake recently; yesterday I spent a nice afternoon with my sister, Lauren, and my brother, the Boy, is coming home from Alaska. There really is no reason for me to be out of sorts.

I'm sure it will pass soon but right now I'm...meh.

7.21.2008

Time is on Your Eye

Timex and Core77 recently held a global watch design competition, "Timex2154: The Future of Time" and the runner-up is the TX54, a translucent watch, complete with Indiglo, that can be worn on your thumbnail.

There's no question that the TX54 seems gimmicky and silly but check out another runner-up: the Sublimex is a contact lens that occasionally flashes an image of the time which is interpreted by the brain. The flash is so fast, the brain isn't conscious of how the information was attained; the wearer just knows what time it is.
If that's not bleeding edge, I don't know what is.


via Popgadget

5 Approved Obama Jokes

Obama is "sympathetic to late-night comedians." He really is. Obama understands that they're having a hard time finding "jokes to make about [him]" so he's going to help them out. Yesterday, he issued a list of five official campaign-approved jokes about him that anyone ANYONE! can use without renumeration. So, so nice, right? Here they are:
Barack Obama and a kangaroo pull up to a gas station. The gas station attendant takes one look at the kangaroo and says, "You know, we don't get many kangaroos here." Barack Obama replies, "At these prices, I'm not surprised. That's why we need to reduce our dependence on foreign oil."

A traveling salesman knocks on the door of a farmhouse, and much to his surprise, Barack Obama answers the door. The salesman says, "I was expecting the farmer's daughter. Barack Obama replies, "She's not here. The farm was foreclosed on because of subprime loans that are making a mockery of the American dream."

A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, "Why the long face?" Barack Obama replies, "His jockey just lost his health insurance which should be the right of all Americans."

Q: What's black and white and red all over?
A: The Barack Obama issue of New Yorker magazine, which should be embarrassed after publishing such a tasteless and offensive cover, which I reject and denounce.

And my personal favorite:

A Christian, a Jew and Barack Obama are in a rowboat in the middle of the ocean. Barack Obama says, "This joke isn't going to work because there's no Muslim in this boat."


via Truthdig

7.20.2008

Peter Callesen, Paper Artist

Check out this astonishingly intricate and beautiful paper art by artist Peter Callesen.

I kind of can't get over how remarkable Callesen's art is. On his website, he talks about his work and the medium:
My paper works have been based around an exploration of the relationship between two and three dimensionality. I find this materialization of a flat piece of paper into a 3D form almost a magic process - or maybe one could call it obvious magic, because the process is obvious and the figures still stick to their origin, without the possibility of escaping. In that sense there is also an aspect of something tragic in most of the cuts.
I really wish I was an artist.


via mental_floss

I Smell Parsley and I Think of My Dad

Today, in preparation for a barbecue with our neighbors, I was chopping fresh Italian parsley for a French potato salad with Dijon mustard and fines herbes. Do you know how certain smells immediately remind you about something or someone? Well, the fragrance of the parsley instantly made me think of my dad. I grew up always finding dad in the kitchen or in the garden tending to the produce that would eventually make its way to the kitchen. Dad was frequently dashing out to the garden for asparagus, tomatoes, string beans and a wide array of herbs: dill, basil, mint, parsley and more.

I know my interest in and penchant for gourmet cooking and my maybe-its-green thumb comes directly from the Mastroberti DNA and was fostered by my parents. I am certain that there is an herb garden if not a more comprehensive vegetable garden in my future. I'm really lucky that I have a dad and mom who value fresh, homegrown and homemade foods and have instilled that appreciation in me.

7.19.2008

About a Boy

My brother, Eric "Boy," has been in Alaska since June 20th with a Wilderness Alaska class. It is hard to believe that he has been gone a whole month; he'll be coming home on Tuesday, July 22. Although we haven't personally spoken to him, we received a postcard extolling the scenery, the wildlife
sea otters, harbor seals, Bald eagles, Marbled Murrelets, ... continually grace our presence...
and the Alaskan brews (Amber Ales, IPAs, Summer Ales).

A few of his adventures in list form:
We're all anxiously awaiting his safe return and I'll pass along some pictures and more details soon.

What He Said

from Bob Cesca:

...The president ought to have good judgment. No shocker there. Judgment in this regard is the difference between, say, an invasion of Cuba leading to thermonuclear war or, on the other hand, a smarter, more sensible quarantine option. (Historians will forever hypothesize how Nixon, for instance, would have handled those 13 days.) Is certain behavior appropriate or obnoxious? If [John McCain] is unable to control himself and blurts out a joke about bestial rape or killing civilians despite the fact that there are reporters everywhere and he happens to be running for president, it goes a long way towards determining whether he's someone who we can trust to make snap decisions with global implications or whether he's simply a tweaking street loon who talks to invisible shadow people.

The president should know the difference between funny and not funny, or else -- stay away from the comedy. A sense of humor doesn't literally mean "the ability to recite a joke." Anyone can repeat a joke. But politicians like Senator McCain have managed to accumulate a captive audience of reporters who have to laugh at his jokes or else be tossed out of the barbeque loop. Consequently, he can tell one of his awful jokes and everyone in the corp snarfs up their cole slaw. This reaction has thusly given the senator the false impression that he's funny, when he's really not. The gorilla rape joke, for example, is only funny in the context of, say, a larger bit about unfunny jokes -- or bad comics who try way too hard to be funny....



via The Huffington Post

Rainn Wilson is a "Huge Diva"

Watch CNN's interview with The Office's Rainn Wilson here. He talks about his new movie, The Rocker, "thigh caps", being naked for comedic effect and his Baha'i faith. I loved him in Juno and absolutely relish his character, Dwight, on The Office.


via Imago Andei

7.18.2008

You Sunk My Battleship

Check out this hilarious novelty ice cube mold from Worldwide Fred. They could be a great ice breaker for your next party (waa waa waaaaaaaaaa).

Other silly things from Worldwide Fred:
So funny!

Bastard out of Carolina

I recently finished rereading Bastard out of Carolina by Dorothy Allison. I read it years ago in a women's studies class and decided to reread it after unearthing it from a pile of books in my closet.

Set in agrarian South Carolina, Bastard out of Carolina is the semi-autobiographical story of the close-knit Boatwright family. Ruth Anne "Bone" is the bastard daughter of Anney Boatwright; her father is dead and her mother is remarried to petulant Glen, the self-loathing son of an affluent family. Anney hopes the marriage will be a step in the right direction for her little family: Bone and her sister Reese.

The relationship that develops between Bone and Glen is contentious. Glen is furious and distant, violent and demanding. Bone often spends weeks at a time with various members of her large, diverse extended family as she tries to avoid Glen's physical and sexual abuse. Anney maintains her nihilistic delusion and Bone is subjected to Glen's wrath for years.

Bastard out of Carolina is an incredibly grievous exploration of a variety of family dynamics. It displays the subtleties that exist in particularly tenuous relationships; as oppressive as the circumstances are, Bone's extended family of aunts, uncles and cousins continually sustains her.


image via Penguin Group

7.17.2008

This One is for Canadian Rachel

from mental_Floss:

10 Famous Short People

1. James Madison, 5′4″ (Shortest President ever. He only weighed about 100 pounds.)
2. Charlotte Bronte – 4′9″
3. Charlie Manson – 5′2″ (Who knew such a little guy could be so terrifying?)
4. Danny DeVito – 5′0″
5. John Keats – 5′ and ¾ an inch
6. Edith Piaf – 4′8″
7. St. Francis of Assisi – 5′1″
8. Pablo Picasso – 5′4″
9. Alexander Pope – 4′6″ (Pope had tuberculosis which stunted his growth.)
10. Martin Scorsese – 5′3″ or 5′4″ (Sources vary.)

I chose this picture because you can see my pale, midgey, midge legs.
I chose this text because it, too, is sooo short.
Love,
Midge

David Sedaris Suffers for our Amusement

The Stranger's Steven Blum briefly interviewed David Sedaris and they discussed Matt Damon, cantankerous flight attendants and this:
Steven Blum: Does it ever take time for the humor of a situation to reveal itself?

David Sedaris: There's a story in the book in which I wound up in a waiting room, in France, in my underpants. And everybody else had their clothes on. It took me six years to write about it.

I just started Sedaris' new book, When You Are Engulfed in Flames. Yay!




image via W Magazine

Get off the Soap Box

Tonight, our friends Philip and Emily are coming for dinner. We're having chicken enchiladas and Mexican rice and Emily is bringing Pineapple Upside Down Cake for dessert. We're really happy and lucky to have such good friends in our life and we always have a great time when we're together.

Now, on another note, I seriously dislike, nay, loathe cilantro. It tastes just like soap and I try to avoid it at all cost. I never put cilantro into anything I made for Jesse and I doubt he even knew what it tasted like. But when I was in Wisconsin visiting Jesse's family, I figured since I was cooking for 5 and not 2 I should suck it up and add the soapy herb. Glick. When Michael was here, I continued soaping up our food. Unfortunately, I found the last of the cilantro from Michael's visit in the fridge today, so guess what. I decided to use it up. Gross.

Too Tired to Blog

Last night I was in bed and passed out before midnight. Typically, I'm up until 2 or 3 a.m listening to podcasts and blogging; My most prolific blogging happens during the early morning. Yesterday I was so so tired and half-asleep on the couch around 11 p.m. I think it was because of my inordinately busy day (busy for me; not busy most people). Some of my activities included a 9 a.m. appointment, an hour at the bike shop (bike purchase is imminent!), and a trip to the book store to pick up David Sedaris' newest book, When You are Engulfed in Flames, and the new issue of Good Magazine. Then I donated blood before coming home to make dinner. Whew. What a busy day!

p.s. I can't wait to tell you all about the new book!

7.16.2008

Let's Move on Already; Obama Doesn't Really Care That Much

On Larry King, Obama talked about The New Yorker cover:
Well, I know it was The New Yorker’s attempt at satire. I don’t think they were entirely successful with it. But you know what? It’s a cartoon, Larry, and that’s why we’ve got the First Amendment … You know, we’ve—one of the things when you’re running for president for almost two years is, you get a pretty thick skin. And, you know, I’ve seen and heard worse.


via Slog

The Business of Death

I spend a pretty significant amount of time thinking about death: my own death, the death of people I know and don't know, the circumstances surrounding the deaths of the already deceased. I know... Its creepy to me, too.

I also think a great deal about how I would like to be disposed of. The more I think about it and the further I get from the "death care" industry, the greener my preferences get. Check out this neat and informative video from Good Magazine on the business of death.




via Planet Green

7.15.2008

I'm Pretty Sure McCain Doesn't Know Anything At All

In 1993, Czechoslovakia split into two nations: the Czech Republic and Slovakia. We pretty much all know that. Or so I thought. McCain referred to current events in Czechoslovakia TWICE in the past two days. They say your memory is the first thing to go, right?


via CNN Political Ticker

I Really Should Have Learned This about 23 Years Ago

I don't know how to ride a bike. I know. I'm in the probably minuscule group of nearly 30-somethings who never learned to ride a bike. Lately I have had a bee in my bonnet about learning and there's a bunch of reasons to try:
  1. its about time, already
  2. its green
  3. it is something Jesse and I can do together
  4. it will be great when we move to a big city
  5. it can be my new project
  6. eHow seems to think I can do it
  7. its good exercise and exercise is good
  8. I want to be able to teach my offspring
  9. I'll be really proud if I can do it
But its embarrassing and I'm self-conscious and if I get discouraged I might give up. I don't want to go to the bike shop and tell them how snr I am and then have to take Bike101. Plus, maybe I can't do it. Do you think I can do it?


image via Real World: Freshman Year

The Eco-Friendly Fruit Fly Trap



Ack. Fruit flies are the worst. Get rid of them the green way.


via treehugger

Why, Graham? WHY???

I know this is gross but I guess Jesse's uncouth behavior is no secret. Jesse doesn't flush his pee. He says he is conserving water but I think he is lazy and gross and I'm always huffing at him about his pee and how I don't want to see it. Now he's got The Huffington Post's Graham Hill on his side. Read why Graham doesn't flush and Sami Grover's Selective Flush from treehugger.


via Alternet

Tony Snow's Funeral



via Truthdig

You'd Better Get to Mardi Gras While You Still Can

This screen grab from NASA's new ClimateTimeMachine shows the alarmingly large portion of the southeastern United States that would be underwater if the thinning part of the Greenland ice sheet melted in its entirety, raising worldwide sea levels six meters.


via Slog

7.14.2008

Don't Worry; Its Raw

This is quickly going to become a foodie blog if I'm not careful: you have to try this Raw Broccoli Salad that I made tonight. I generally don't like raw broccoli; Jesse LOVES it. Raw broccoli is serious business for Jesse. I can't stress this enough. This is what typically happens when I cook broccoli:
Me: How do you like the broccoli, Jess?
Jesse: Meh. Its cooked.
Jesse does like Alton Brown's Oven Roasted Broccoli but that's the only exception to the raw broccoli rule. So I found and had to try the Raw Broccoli Salad recipe which comes third hand from a raw food restaurant. I used baby broccoli from the CSA and chopped it super small before soaking it in a mixture of cold pressed olive oil, lemon juice, garlic, salt and pepper. The original recipe included coriander and cumin which I omitted this time. At the end, I mixed in a couple of tablespoons of delicious pink peppercorn goat cheese from a semi-local farm, Lively Run Goat Dairy. We both really liked it; the recipe gets added to the permanent rotation.


image via Taste Buddies