Wednesday, October 28, 2009

New Yorker cartoons

My wife just got us a subscription to the New Yorker. We'd been talking about it for some time. We already take Newsweek thanks to my dad. We also used to get The Economist. That was way too overwhelming and dry. We desperately needed something between Newsweek and The Economist. The NYer fit the bill. Gives you a little bit of this and little bit of that. It can get overly high-brow but it also covers pop music and youth culture; albeit from a 40-year-oldish perspective.

Anyhow, beyond the writing, I always enjoyed the cartoons. Very simple one-panel and one-sentence cartoons. Always very topical and clever. But never really that funny. Wasn't there a Seinfeld that dealt with this? To get to the point, I've been reading a book on
meditation--and the point the author always come back to is that meditation is about blocking all the bullshit out and focusing on one thing--whether it be your breath counting, or your mantra or whatever brand of meditation you're practicing. And there was a quote by a famous Jewish holy man Baal Shem Tov that stuck with me. And I could just see that particular line being used in a New Yorker cartoon. So here you have my lame attempt at a New Yorker cartoon. How many more times can I say New Yorker in this post? New Yorker, New Yorker, New Yorker.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Mounting an Effective Pass Rush

I'm a huge sports radio fanatic. After I drop Vicky at work, I'll flip on Colin Cowherd or Jim Rome for the fifteen minute drive from her office to mine. Or sometimes I'll catch Dan Patrick later in the day. Ex-Warriors-great (wink nudge) Tom Tolbert is entertaining too. I hate it when they interview people though. Super boring. I prefer the long, ranting monologues when they tackle the hot topic of the day. So I flip on Dan Patrick yesterday on the drive home and he's talking about Rush Limbaugh's failed bid to buy the St. Louis Rams. He says he's getting all these angry emails saying stuff like Congratulations--you and the rest of the ignorant liberal media trampled free speech and the constitution and got Limbaugh dropped from the bid--you must be proud! Dan called bullshit; he said it's not about left or right and it's certainly not about free speech. Nobody stopped Rush from saying the things he did. You have the luxury of saying whatever you want but you're still held accountable; there's consequences.

Businesses seek to mitigate risk as much as they can. The NFL is no different. Unless you're Jerry Jones, the NFL prefers a low-profile owner. Mark Cuban breaks it down:

The problem with Rush is that it's his job to take on all of life’s partisan issues and problems. Not only is it his job to take on these issues and problems, its key to his success is that he be very opinionated... Given that we will never know what the "next big issue" Rush will be discussing on his show is, its impossible for the NFL to even try to predict or gauge the impact on the NFL’s business if something controversial, or even worse yet, something nationally polarizing happens. The wrong thing said on the show, about a sensitive national or world issue could turn into a Black Swan event for the NFL.

That's a huge risk that is not commensurate with the value a minority investment in a franchise brings.

This isn't about Free Speech. It's about the NFL protecting their business.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

HOUSE 3009 Spaceport

Just realized Zatch Bell's spine logo is the same as So you think you can dance's.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Self-cleaning stadiums

Went to the niners game this past Sunday and my buddy and I had to stick around until everyone left due to our shitty parking spot. We were crammed in at the end of this single-file line of cars with no way out until all the cars behind us left. Anyhow once everyone was gone the wind started dancing through the aisles and whipping up all the trash that was left behind. This plastic bag did a super-crazy American Beauty kite impression--going this way and that, slowing down and then abruptly accelerating and smacking this dude right in the face! Scared the shit out of him. My buddy and I were cracking up. A second later another bag knocked me upside the head! It was wet and full of nacho residue and god knows what else. My boy Dave remarked that Candlestick seemed to be a self-cleaning stadium; cuz after the bags hit me and my counterpart, they both shot vertically like 100 mph and then left the stadium! Pretty cool--but also kinda scary and Poltergeisty. Once the bag hit me, we felt like it was time to go. It was a message from the Poltergeist.

sidenote: I gotta say man, people always talk shit about the black hole and raider nation and how those fans are some of the trashiest and most uncouth in all of football, but the niners fan isn't much better. I'm a working man myself so I mean no disrespect, but there are some loud, unrefined troglodytes up in that bitch. How do these folks even afford tickets? I went because I got freebies--shittiest seat in the house and still 85 bucks!

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Anyone know what movie this photo is from?

I'll give you a hint: Rick James. You got it now? Probably not. It's from The Exorcist. I was watching it for the first time and noticed during the priest-walking-the streets-and-descending into-madness-scene that there was a subliminal flash of an image that you couldn't make out unless you paused it. Took me like ten minutes of pausing to get this photo of the demon that was infiltrating his soul. Scary eh?

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Failing Spectacularly--a NEW feature at the cap!

We're out at my folks's house a lot because they always want to see the baby. Anyhow, I usually wind up in the attic or the garage digging through boxes of all my old crap. Last time I came upon an embarrasingly half-assed paper I wrote for my Black writers class.

The paper was titled Flattery and Humbleness in Slave Narratives. It was a not-too-thorough examination of the narratives of ex-slaves who had escaped to the North. The object of any autobiography is to get at the unvarnished truth; but that wasn't so easy a task given the social climate of the time. Even though their patrons were liberal Northern abolitionists, the ex-slave had to be very careful not to appear overly haughty or argumentative in their tone.In my opening (see above) I say that "some of these authors" had to appear humble and nonthreatening to their audience and overcompensate with flattering gestures to their "superiors" and patrons. I say "some of these authors" because I only read one of the books and didn't want to give away my one source in the intro. Here's Maya's (the graduate student instructor who graded the paper) sidenote:

Good clarity--go for the whole pie though, and state which authors up front--in a short paper it's better not to keep your readers guessing.

Then later I cite my source and say "he goes on to apologize for the "rough" and unrefined" condition (?!?) of his narrative." Note the use of the manga-like question mark and exclamation point in parentheses. She didn't like this:

Your paper has a fairly formal tone which contrasts w/ informal gestures--articulate the problem here.Next major bungle (see above) is the start of this sentence:

"On the first page of Equinao's narrative he says something that I don't entirely understand..."

Maya: What don't you understand? And if you don't understand, why is it forwarding your thesis? Direct confessions are helpful to your reader when they clarify, point out textual tensions, demonstrate reader experience, etc.; but not when they have no apparent or accessible meaning.In my concluding paragraph, I ask the reader a series of questions regarding how these narratives were received when they were written; which, ostensibly, should've been answered in the body of my essay. Do I answer these questions here to end on a strong note? Naw--I decided to leave it up in the air. My answer is "No one will every really know." Here's Maya again:

Are you sure? There are diaries, letters, book reviews from readers of the period.

Final deserved beatdown from Maya (but with a beyond gracious preamble):

Daniel--your writing is very strong; you are very eloquent and have the skills and capacities to do a thorough and sustained literary analysis--unfortunately, it seems like you didn't have the time to concentrate on this assignment. Your thesis has the potential to lead you into interesting considerations but it collapses into (A) points you cannot make adequately without examining other texts of the period and (B) generalizations about Equiano's depiction of Westerners/African women that don't do justice to the texts or your writing and are unclearly linked to your thesis.

Also, this paper comes dangerously close to not fulfilling the course requirement for the paper which stipulate an examination of at least TWO texts. One paragraph on Harriet Wilson does not constitute a sustained engagement with a 2nd text. Good jod--considering these limitations.


Ouch! I guess Alan Alda's character from Crimes and Misdemeanors was right: comedy is tragedy + time.