Friday, July 13, 2007

So You Think You Can Fool Me?!

Apparently no one else noticed that Lauren and Neil failed to dance when their time came on "So You Think You Can Dance" this past Wednesday night. Please point out the dancing to me if you can see it, because I can't. Does Wade Robson have some sinister deal with the producers of this show? I suspect serious foul play. This is supposed to be a professional dance competition, not the ham olympics.

There were a lot of hand gestures, arm flailing, 2-stepping, and overacting, but little to no dancing. PLEASE, tell me if you see even ONE move in this whole piece that Napoleon Dynamite couldn't have executed himself.

I was seriously cringing watching that performance and thinking to myself, "WHAT are the judges going to say about this? There's no dancing!" And then they all just put on their lying faces and pretended not to notice. You KNOW they noticed. Nigel Lythgoe and Mary Murphy seemed to have an especially hard time with their lies.

Lauren and Neil (Lauren especially) seemed genuinely shocked at their positive critiques. Lauren definitely seemed nervous about how the routine would be received. Probably because, as a dancer, she noticed that she wasn't dancing, despite being a contestant in a dance competition.

I call Fraud, Sham, Hoax, Foul Play. Can the S.E.C. look into this? Who's jurisdiction is this? We've been bamboozled and I am not going to take it.

I mean, you have this:

and then you have that piece of crap above.

Hey, SYTYCD, your fraud is showing. Please tuck it back in.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Von Von Von

Do you have a dream? Well then go for it, kid. Go all the way.

Monday, July 9, 2007

Stick ‘em Up!

Seriously, $600? I’ll wait a year. At least.

Although, someone commented to me the other day that Apple doesn’t really lower its prices over time. But that's not entirely true. At $349 the newest, giant iPod (80GB) beats the puny, orginal iPod (5GB) by $50. That's progress, right? Sort of.

Now the original wonder of 1,000 songs comes in 4GB instead of 5, for half the price. It's called a Nano ($149). What I don't understand is why anyone would pay the same price for the double Nano (8GB) as for the smaller iPod (30GB). Seriously. They both cost $249. And you can't watch "Ugly Betty" on a Nano.

Aside: I also wonder why we still call them "Macs." Nostalgia? That's a good enough reason for me. Though I am fond of the term, when was the last time you heard the company referred to as Apple Macintosh?

In any case, I definitely don't have $600, or AT&T for that matter. And I'm not getting either one anytime soon. But somehow I think I'll make do. Computers. They really are/have been/will become the future. A computer that fits into your hand/purse/pocket/brain. That's what iPhone hysteria is about: the pursuit of oneness for the iGeneration. Connectivity technology. The tippy top of the first world. Who needs it, really? Your life in your hands. As if any of us can really control our lives.

But for real, I'm into the tech. Better, faster, smarter. It's all good. What frustrates me is how far behind we are from the actual forefront of personal computing innovation. Like this, for instance:

Is it real or photoshop? If it's real, how come we don't know shit about it? Do you know something about it? Please put me on.

Writing Philosophy: (ongoing)

A whole bunch of words isn’t gonna prove I’m smart.

They’re definitely not gonna help anyone understand me better. And isn’t that the point of writing? To communicate an intended meaning. It’s hard for me to write more than I have to say. It seems like writing is like that for, like, everything.

To wit, I think the word "like" as I have just used it, gets a bad rap. Yes, the sense is colloquial, but it is also literal and means “as in;” as in the way similes work. Someone who fancies himself a word doctor would tell you, "no, doesn't work like that." But actually it does, like, in actual life. So why not write that way? It would be easier to say what one means if one weren't so concerned with how to say things. That's my point.

Anyway, I find a lot of writing to be unnecessarily confusing because it more intends to adhere to some tacit standard of writing rather than to mean something--to let the meaning tell itself as itself alone. It, the meaning, is often covered in word-muck.

Comment Often

Seriously. I can only write by the stimulation derived from interaction with other people’s thoughts and ideas. Your thoughts and ideas. So comment, please. Rather, please think to comment. If you have a thought to share—on the pictures or the words or anything interesting—please do share it, via comment or email (top left).

Not everything stimulates me, but If you do I will make use of your comment and credit you.<--Disclaimer.

. I start with a period.

They start and end thoughts. Clearly. A period is unambiguous. You know that it means you are beginning again. Even when I write notes or outline, the first thing I write is a period, and then I end with a period. I think people could use more periods. Few meanings are as widely understood as the period. Just look at commas.

This is my blog. Ongoing. I don’t know what or how or who or when I will “write” yet. But when I “write” it will be here. In the form that is “my writing”: Sex, America, Race, Me. Essentially. And also lots of pics. A mixture, melange, pot pourri. You’ll see. As will I. Enjoy and please comment often. Hopefully, together, we can figure me out. My email is to the left.

Saturday, July 7, 2007


I wanted to go out. To a party. I got dressed in my party finery and I was fine. In a fit of inspiration, brought on by the model search on, I wore a cut up t-shirt that I haven't worn in four years. I decided I would go out and be my best Friday night self. But I was not to be. Instead of meeting me at the party my friends came over to my house, and we got to talking, and hanging, and...

No party. Apparently I needed more than the cut-up T to make up for four years of aging. A new lesson learned: stay out after work on Friday. Or else you won't go out on Friday.