Sunday, April 27, 2008
A ReSURGEnce of [Insert Grammatically Incorrect Word Choice Here]
Okay, so I hate their marketing. I like pretty much everything else, so fine.
I'm a hockey girl at heart, which means a variety of things, but mostly that the actual gametime contact between players and me is limited. Hockey's loud, first off, and secondly, you have the obvious obstacle of the glass - if you're high enough up to be heard over the glass, you're probably not loud enough to get anyone to actually tune in. I'm plenty loud - I specialize in top-volume, extended-remix WOOs - but actually getting a player to hear every word you're saying and react to it is not that common. (Speed does not have this issue. Misogyny at work? KIDDING, KIDDING) At the Surge however, we sit front row, and there's no glass, so we have plenty of opportunity to talk with any number of participants...coaches, officials, players.
The Surge guys are fascinating to me, most of all because they are pretty much doing this for fun. The Surge is part of the CIFL, one of the minor leagues of arena football. The guys on the team have day jobs and usually only get $100-$200 per game. Good deal, right? Yeah, except this is full contact, really fast football, not toss around with your buddies. If these guys get hurt, they risk all kinds of crap with their actual, bill-paying jobs, not to mention the fact that their respective health insurers may or may not cover "injuries sustained while participating in violent sports." The parts of me that finds weird injuries cool really thinks it's neat that these guys do this. Logically, I can see it's probably a moronic risk, but at heart, I just think it's fucking great, to be honest with you.
I credit this kind of extreme amateurism for the general good feeling of the games...the guys are invariably cheerful before games, and the exact right kind of fighty during, and for some reason about half of them like dancing? In the middle of the game? Love it.

Friday, April 25, 2008
Hooray for Shoes!


Thursday, April 24, 2008
The School of Heinous Wenches
First of all, I don't care if you think it's strange that I DVR and religiously watch The People's Court even though the AARP has never sent me anything, even a four function calculator. I've had about enough of your derision and I don't think it's very nice of you to keep bringing it up.
Second of all, I think maybe you misunderstood the point of advertising, because all of your commercials feature complete douchebags who I would rather fork myself in my own personal eyeball than attend class with. The point of commericals is making people WANT to attend your semi-accredited college. Instead, you offer such hits as:
- Girl with Permanent Bitchface comes home to commence whinging about a litany of past sub-par jobs in a voice that would drive Jesus to stabbing. (NB - how her crappy jobs differ from the crappy jobs everyone in the known universe works in high school is not explained.)
- Girl with Permanent Bitchface is working in a store when one of her high school classmates comes in, proceeds to talk shit about High School Classmate with a friend before pretending to like High School Classmate.
- Girl with Permanent Bitchface stands in front of camera and bitches mightily about why her life sucks, then morphs into Girl with Permanent Bitchface In Scrubs and says "if I can do it, so can you," thus setting the bar for, you know, LIFE, so low roaches are leaping over that shit.
I think the point of these commercials is actually that these nice, sunnily-dispositioned individuals attend your colleges, but since the heinous wenches featured are in fact so heinous that it seems like you're saying, "if you're a heinous wench, you too can attend our college!" I feel that this is a mistake.
Finally, you might want to dial back the annoyance factor. There are twin commercials based on the vicious circle concept, one of which is not bad. It features someone saying a bunch of phrases ("I'm not making enough money...I need a better job...I can't get a better job because I need better education...I can't afford better education because I'm not making enough money") over and over again until another voice cuts in and says "Stop the vicious cycle! Go to Heinous Wench College! We will throw money at you!" The evil twin of this commercial sends me into FITS when it comes on, and features a hyperactive, shrill female voice shrieking "I got a great job because I went to SCHOOL...I went to SCHOOL because I wanted a good caREER" before the Voice of Soothing Shutting Up comes in and I collapse on the floor, bleeding from my ears and twitching. Again, I would recommend against this approach, since irritating the everloving shit out of people isn't really the most positive approach you could take.
Love,
Me
PS - Stop cheapening my degree with your stupid buy-a-degree programs for people who can't hack it in the academic world.

And On A Less Hatey Note...
- The Red Bull Air Race in Detroit, MI, May 31-June 1. Actually, this is a lie, since what I REALLY want to do is go to the Air Race in Abu Dhabi but Detroit will have to suffice. (After all, it IS the city of Gordie Howe and the Production Line, plus, you know, cars.) My favorite parts of air shows are invariably the parts where really freaking excellent pilots zoom around in a manner that seems guaranteed to make parts fly off their airplanes, and the Air Race is basically nothing but. Sign me up! (NB - this will have to tide me over until my friends and I can get our act together for the Red Bull Flugtag. Somehow I feel like I could die happy after careening to a smashy dousing in a contraption of my own making.)
- The EAA AirVenture in Oshkosh "Put It Down On the Orange Dot," WI, July 28-August 3. I've wanted to go to Oshkosh for...oh I don't know, probably a good 8 years now? Longer? I learned about this a while back and basically, for a week or so, Oshkosh, WI, decides to pack as many awesome aircraft into one airport as possible. People camp out under their planes, bring all their weird shit...it's like one giant orgy of hopped up aviation enthusiasm, plus lots of zooming.
- Cirrus Migration 6, July 10-13. A while back, Dad got a Cirrus, which is an awesome airplane that has a whole-plane parachute. He now runs an air taxi service, Skyline, which everyone should run out and book with IMMEDIATELY because it is awesome, plus you get to fly with my Dad, who is extra awesome. Cirrus is a great company, and they have an annual event where a huge number of Cirrus owners/fans migrate back to Cirrus' Duluth, MN headquarters to fly around and have educational fun. Cirrus is coming out with their first jet in the near future, so this year's Migration should be particularly cool.
That's right, I totally DID say that I wanted to go to Detroit, Oshkosh, WI and Duluth, MN for my summer vacation, you got a problem with that?

In Which I Hate...Yeah, Pretty Much Everyone.
Can I ask you guys something?
Where are the pitchforks? Where's the outcry? Where's the protest over these lame ass candidates?
I have been and will continue to vote for Obama, but I am not one of the crazy Obama people. Mostly, it's a social experiment...what happens when you elect a smart person who actually talks and acts like a smart person to the Presidency? Could be good, could be bad. I am definitely down for someone with a working knowledge of Constitutional law in their toolbox. Plus, I'm an snotty intellectual elitist, so having a professor in the White House appeals to me, if only as a function of my hope that one day we nerds will rise, inherit the Earth, etc., etc.
Still, I am left so dissatisfied with the utter lack of balls involved with this election. Maybe it's just because it's my first cycle away from DC, so I'm not inhaling so many Kool-Aid fumes, but it seems to me like the pandering has been at a fever pitch from day one, and that these campaigns are being horribly run. McCain's people can't rein him in, and frankly, he's that old man kind of fighty, which isn't conducive to the running of a country at war. You need to be able to project controlled fightiness, not actually be a crotchety old asshole who is blinded by their military experience.
Hillary...oh, Hillary. I liked the Clintons fine...I met Bill Clinton once when he came to speak at Mechanics Hall when I was in high school (high school? My brain can handle it being any earlier than that, so let's stick with it), and everything they say is true - the magnetism, the charisma, the blah blah blah. If he just could have kept his shit in his pants, he could have been remembered as one of the great Presidents, I think, and yet, here we are. I aspire to that level of schmooze...sans escapades of course, but you know what I mean. I even liked Hillary - my parent's elder dog is named after her, since we got her the day after the election. But my God, what Hillary has become. Again, it's an issue of appearances...you get into politics for one of two reasons. You either want to change the world, or you want the power. I think both are fine, and I think a blend of the two is ideal, but what you absolutely cannot do is baldly show how much of a power whore you are. Again - it is fine to actually be one. You just can't show it.
Especially...ESPECIALLY...if you are a woman.
As many of you may have noticed, I am in fact a woman, and I'm a woman who has been fully engaged with the political process for about as long as it's possible to be at my age. You can talk all you want about equality and the Great Triumph of Women's Lib and how Nancy Pelosi has shattered the glass ceiling (horseshit, PS), but the fact remains, and may always remain, that women in politics are not the same as men in the same sphere. You cannot afford missteps, and even more than that, you cannot grasp so boldly at power. Women with overt power are terrifying to much of the old establishment...this is a fact, no matter how politically correct you want to be about it.
I wish I could teach the women of the world how to be female and be powerful at the same time. I'm not the queen of the known universe, and I'm no national political powerhouse, but I've accomplished a lot in the 25 years I've got under my belt. I've done all this mostly in four inch heels and dresses, with my hair and makeup done. You don't have to be frumpy, you don't need to be meek and quiet. There are limits, sure, but if you only have to deal with those limits, instead of worrying yourself to death about how this guy is so established and so powerful, you're in a state of normalcy...everyone has obstacles. Having tits has nothing to do with that. You have to own your personal power, and learn to read power dynamics quickly and accurately, and if you can do those things, you're 80% there. The rest is situational.
As hopefully everyone can see, HRC is not really getting this. The suits, they are tragic. This is not only because they are so...Boca, but because she's clearly dressing scared. Even more worrying is her reluctance to own herself...you know what, Hillary doesn't kick back on a Friday night with some shots of whiskey and target practice. And that's okay. But to pretend you do is to lie to people you're supposedly helping, or trying to help. She's not the only one who does this, obviously, but to me her trespasses are the most egregious, because men do not accept that behavior from women unless it's honest. Further, my primary reason for not voting Hillary is that the Middle Eastern cultures we're dealing with do not approve of, nor respect, female leadership, and this war isn't going to be over in four years. Electing Hillary will remove the ability to negotiate or even to argue with the Iraqi government, and close the channels of effective communication with surrounding governments as a bonus. It's just not the time, unfortunately. So now we've got American men calling bullshit, foreign EVERYONE ignoring her, and oh, PS, we're mid-war. Oops.
I am just left cold by these candidates...I'm most disappointed in Hillary for not being what she could be, but no one really does it for me. No one has the sack to socialize healthcare, no one has the guts (incumbents included) to take a realistic view of the war and figure out how to get out without the Middle East exploding (Ever think about this? Unsupported Iraq = Iran comes in = Israel engages = Hamas and Hezbollah geek out = uh oh), and no one seems to see what's coming down the road viz social security, education, the National Debt, the economy in general, or anything else. Why can't I have a candidate who engages in an intelligent manner with these topics, and why can't we force debate on them? This isn't a game, people, it's not the dress rehearsal.
Is this really the best we have?

Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Bryant Park Collections: Christian Siriano












Okay I have a question - is this model barefoot? Because she might be. It could also just be this picture but still! This was just amazing...I don't even know what to say about it. The fluidity of the switch from cloth to feathers, and the way he used the different types of feathers...ah, me. Still not sure about the little hatlet, but really, who the hell am I to say ANYTHING against this? NO ONE, that's who. Cool, innovative, fantastic. Super creative, inspiring and moving. I think that about says it all.

Bryant Park Collections: Rami Kashou












Now, in relation to that product, I have to admit that I'm not totally against it. Being pure white has always been an issue for me, and I hate wearing skirts or dresses with bare legs because of said paleness. Seriously, I go out in the sun and I burn up in about 15 minutes. I have done the self tanning thing and it's a pain in the ass but when it works, it's worth it. I don't know why Mr. Kors would be doing a product like that though. It doesn't make much sense.

Tuesday Afternoon Trivia

On the other hand, there's not much else I'd rather do than spend time outside on the lawn on campus in the sun, reading this mother or any other similarly nerdy tome that the Academy tossed up at me, so really, who am I to complain?
Seriously, 3.3 lbs.
PS - GO HABS WOO

Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Cities At Night From Space
I'm not sure what's cooler - the actual footage, or the fact that they were like "well, the camera wasn't quite getting the job done, so we grabbed some spare parts and MacGuyvered that shit into shape." If I could do the latter, I would totally drive a bootleg faux Maserati, is all I'm saying.

Bryant Park Collections: Jillian Lewis
I totally agree with you in re: Chris's fear of being pigeonholed as a specific kind of desiger. I feel like the judges have ALWAYS had a really hard time expressing frustration with seeing a certain style again and again without sending a distinct "so stop doing it" vibe. It happened with Uli, it happened with Rami, it happened with Laura, it happened with Chris...interestingly enough, it's the people who IGNORE those comments that seem to do the best. I think that the problem is that the challenges have such a crazy short time period, and when you have a certain kind of person who is committed to churning out the best item they can, they will inevitably go for their specialty, which they will be most familiar with. Once they have more time, they can get more creative and tie in techniques they may know perfectly well but have not had time to use - Jillian's knits are a perfect example...how germane! - and everything comes out fine. Of course, this doesn't work with everyone, but I think it definitely explains a lot about some critiques and critique-ees.
I also take serious issue with them ripping Chris' costume background, because frankly, they are looking for a major fashion designer (in theory) who will have to show at Fashion Weeks, and seriously, if Fashion Week isnt' 60% costume I don't know what is. I mean, can you really slam a costume designer in the same season you have the fucking Heatherette boys judge?! I am so with you, he was one of my favorites all season and to see him get kind of mindfucked into a bland collection is a damn shame. How many million times did we talk about wanting him to go final three JUST for the joyous, fabulous collection we assumed he would put out?
I think the thing that bothers me the most about the judges is that they initially pick a designer because they have a clear point of view and are doing something different, but then when they see it consistently they start reprimanding them for being who they are! It doesn't make sense. It's like, do the judges want them to be who they are or do they want them to be who the judges want them to be? Fashion is so personal and style is so individual that it kind of pisses me off when they rip on someone for being who they are. I do think that the time constraints have a lot to do with someone designing in their comfort zone as well. You're going to do what you know, period. By the way, I'd love to see Nina turn around and tell Michael Kors that his fashion is boring. I can't imagine her not being bored by his shit, because he does the same thing all the time and it's always so blah!
I really wish that Chris did go all out and all costume. The piece he made with Christian and his final dress were really gorgeous, and I think if he did an over the top couture kind of collection, he would have been in the top 3 instead of Rami and he also could have won. It was just really, really disappointing for me because what I expected of him and what he ended up doing were 2 opposite ends of the spectrum.
That all being said, let's discuss the lovely, teensy Jillian's collection, which was pretty fab but not fab enough. I felt like it was a wearable collection but lacked a bit of Bryant Park level Wow Factor somehow.













Monday, April 7, 2008
Regeneration
Our Meeting is a small one. Though the numbers are probably larger on paper, it's usually a gathering of 15 to 20 people on Sundays, barring Meetings for business and major religious holidays. I was one of three people under forty in the room, and the other two were from Philadelphia, PA and somewhere in Florida. Even when I was little and mostly just read Nancy Drew books in the windowseat, I still remember a predominance of older folks at Meeting. Meeting is held in a big yellow house on a street of other big houses, and there is a potluck after every Meeting. They have begun having events like movies at the Meetinghouse, inviting the public in to see what things are all about and to raise awareness for issues we hold dear...peace, charity, equality. It's neat, I think, that in an evermore bureaucratized, controlled society, Quakers have carved out and defended a niche for themselves, where things can be taken back to the basics...caring for your fellow man and working to better the world.
With Friend Lewis' passing, I feel all the more inspired to attend Meeting more regularly, and get more involved. It's such a lovely religion, and one that should have someone to carry the torch. On Sunday, it seemed like it would be so easy for the Worcester Meeting to slip away, to just fade into nothing. Looking at all these dignified, strong, activist elder Friends, who have lived so long under the Quaker doctrine, I felt fully what a loss it would be to allow the Meeting to disappear.


Sunday, April 6, 2008
Miscellany
Time out for a tangent.
I use my laptop while sitting on the couch. The cat has discovered that the laptop is warm, and thus usually comes over and parks himself next to the computer, then spends the next block of time oozing himself onto the keyboard, doing things like restarting my game, typing things like"qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqeeeewww" into the web browser, and hitting F1 for Help on every program in the world in the process. End tangent.
So, Speed and the Verizon Lady figured out that the cat, in his demented little variety of genius, managed to DISABLE MY WIRELESS RECEIVER, which requires holding down the "function" button while pressing the F2 key, which doubles as the "Wireless on/off" button.
I fucking DARE you to tell me he doesn't do this shit on purpose.
So that happened, and that was great. This weekend's hockey was exciting, with decent play and a shootout-defusing overtime goal, a trip to Manchester yesterday in which we lost but there was an awesome freaking fight, and then tonight we won in a great game and for added warm fuzzies, Riley Armstrong shaved his head to donate to Locks of Love, along with a BUNCH of fans, which I thought was really cool (not all of them had to shave their heads to donate, but that doesn't make it any less awesome). I recently cut my hair for the sake of having a cute short hairdo before I start growing it out for wedding styling purposes (realistically, I can probably get another short cut in, but we'll see...motivation is key), but those folks inspired me to a.) get in a donation pre-wedding if I can and b.) definitely lop it off post-wedding and donate. I mean, it's a renewable resource, why not?
The great fight this weekend was between a new kid and Manchester's big bruiser, Westgarth. There have been several new kids in town, notably Jones, Wishart, Zalewski, MacDonald, McGinn and McLaren (I didn't realize how many were Micks and Macks until right now). They all show promise, as far as I'm concerned, but boy, I really liked McLaren's contribution. The game wasn't going well on Saturday, but as Speed noted, when the Sharks got down to 3-0, McLaren properly identified it as a good time to try something new to shake things up and get people fired up, so he picked Westgarth and dropped the gloves. I checked the numbers on both combatants and my first thought was "oh shit, this poor kid's going to find out what it's like to have his face backwards," since Westgarth is a pretty serious badass. Physically it wasn't hugely drastic...they're both big boys, but McLaren's definitely got a touch of lankiness. But he got a good grip on Westgarth's shirt, and just started whaling on him...he even got a couple of Brennan Evans style punch-with-the-jersey-holding-fist shots in. At one point, he lost an elbow guard, too, and I thought for SURE that Westgarth was going to recover and whomp him while he was divesting himself of that, but he didn't, and finally, Westgarth realized he wasn't going to win this one and went for McLaren's knees to take him down.
Needless to say, all the Manchester fans took this as a won fight...whatever lets you sleep at night, you whiny bitches.
Finally, yeah I totally LOLCatted myself but frankly I find it hilarious and if you don't then tough shit.

Saturday, April 5, 2008
Sometimes Worcester Is Awesome By Accident
On the left hand side of Main Street...the Irish Times, this week featuring "No Alibi" on Friday, followed by "Probable Cause" on Saturday.

Thursday, April 3, 2008
Higher Education
The prof comes in and either gives another inexplicably crippling quiz or starts the lecture. He is a smart guy, and is for real not fucking around with the English language which I enjoy to no end. There are a couple major contributors...kid with the Kucinich shirt, kid with the cool military-ish hat, kid behind me, and the kid with the accent. Occasionally, the back row will work to make up questions in order to stave off a quiz. I sit and apparently radiate intelligence (more on that later), and the rest of the class passes the time by thinking about birds or looking confused. A good portion of the class, you see, doesn't pipe up very often, including me, and I've been feeling guilty about this, since I genuinely like the class and the way the prof is teaching it.
The problem is, I don't have questions about the nuts and bolts - this isn't my first time at the Constitutional Rodeo. I want to know more about how the Constitution has manifested itself over time, and how the legal system has sprung forth and burrowed its way into societal norms and behavior. Still, not speaking up is not speaking up, so I emailed the prof to explain what I had cranking in my head and asked what he thought. He sent a really nice and (I think) complimentary email back, saying a couple things. Here's some paraphrase action.
- Good thinking, good self-editing.
- Having just 50 minutes per class is rough.
- Since it's only 50 minutes, there's not as much time to explore the philosophical stuff.
- THAT time is further limited when other people aren't getting the basics. And they aren't.
- Ask questions, but maybe don't go as far afield as your brain is going.
Well, okay.
This is a 300 level class. To be sure, there are some tricky concepts involved...law isn't always abundantly clear, and since it's Constitutional Law, a lot of what we're dealing with is written in thicker language than we use today. On top of that, there are a lot of opinions to read, which I personally hate and am sure other people hate as well. That being said, the prof does a good job explaining the material, is more than willing to meet with you to go over anything you don't get, and freaking loves questions. I don't see any reason for a college student - you know, a student of higher education? - should remain ignorant of concepts with this many options for straightening their shit out.
And because of that, I can't help but be a little bitter. Three times a week, I get to sit in a class with a brilliant professor and some seriously intelligent students. The opportunity there is huge to really get a ton of stuff out of the texts and each other, but instead, we get to stick with basic concepts because some people can't be fucked to get their act together and learn the material.
Blah blah blah learning disabilities, blah blah blah some people aren't as smart, blah blah blah WHO CARES. If you can't keep up, why should I have to be in the same class as you? And if you didn't know how hard it would be, why didn't you a.) drop when you figured it out or b.) bust ass to get up to and keep at speed? I know a lot of these kids are younger and haven't had the educational rollercoaster I have, but I really don't think it's asking too much to want them to keep up enough so we can explore more than hearing about Marbury v. Fucking Madison for the nine hundredth time. If you're a political science major - which in this class you probably are, since it's a 300 - quite honestly you should know this shit. You SHOULD be discussing the philosophical implications of the documents and texts, and for the love of God...you should be doing it in a way that demonstrates a passing grasp of the English language.
Awful depressing, for stuff I truly love. Le sigh.
God, SACK UP, generation whatever.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Two Things That Are Great
And my new class schedule. For those of you who care, this is what I'm taking. All classes are Monday/Wednesday/Friday except the Philosophy one, which is only Monday/Wednesday, but for longer.
8:30 - 9:20, The Problem of God
9:30 - 10:20, Italian 3
12:30 - 1:20, Terrorism and the Modern World
1:30 - 2:20, History of Western Civ 1
2:30 - 3:45, Philosophy of Nature
Details as events warrant.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Bryant Park Collections: Chris March












All that being said, I really expected more and differently of Chris. I think he psyched himself out, because this has none of his usual bouyant, happy self in it. He gave himself over too completely to the dark corners of his personality. Bummer. Sure we won't have heard the last of him, though. I think Chris' whole problem was that he didn't want to come off as a costume designer, but you know what? That's who he is. I think he tried so hard not to be too costumey that it ended up happening anyway, but at the bad end of the spectrum. It's like, something can look costumey yet still be cool, but something can be costumey and look cheap. I also think he kind of gave up and said screw it, I'm doing whatever I want. He's definitely talented and he was my favorite designer this season. I just love him and really hope that he continues to be successful.
