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Sunday, February 12, 2006

sunday best-of blogging

best song to program a valentine-themed stuffed animal to play when squeezed: "absolutely cuckoo" by the magnetic fields. this gift is best for a significant other who is newly significant, but whom you're also pretty confident about. of course, i do allow for the possibility that the sentiment of this song is only irresistibly enticing to me, given my overly mushy reaction to shoe-gazing nerds, but i think it's a small possibility. if there is a way to fit the stuffed animal with some kind of pocketed garment, the pockets of which could then be filled with cereal, all the better. but again, i mean, maybe just for me.

best birthday*: happy 197th to chuck darwin, that crazy rabble-rousing boy with a dream, whose work has somehow turned the united states into a scene out of dr. seuss's the butter battle book, and abraham lincoln, whose battle was far from buttery and is, in sometimes subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle ways, every bit as ongoing, curiously enough in mostly the same regions. there are plenty of public celebrations being held in honor of darwin, and most of us americans get to sleep late for a day in honor of lincoln (and some other guy, whatever the hell his name was), but i think it might be good if each of us had a private moment of reflection today on the efforts of these two fellows and their dedication to the idea of emancipation, both physical and intellectual. it's tempting to wonder if they would have gone to such lengths if they had known how stubborn the world would turn out to be about accepting their proposed changes, even this far down the road; i'm pretty sure, though, that neither of them would have done anything differently, and that's why i love them. maybe you could blow out some candles and make some earnest wishes in their honor.

most ridiculous grounds for suspension: right here in massachusetts, where i had believed the overall crazy level was slightly lower than the national average, a six-year-old boy was suspended from first grade for three days after supposedly touching a female classmate's skin beneath her waistband. according to the boy, the girl pushed him or something, and he reached out to get her back as she was walking away and grabbed a bit of her shirt. as the article states, grounds for sexual harassment are typically that the harasser got, or desired to get, some sort of sexual satisfaction out of his or her behavior; the boy's mother has been struggling to explain the situation to her son, because he doesn't know what any of the terminology means—he isn't capable of sexual satisfaction. i'm sorry, i understand that people want nothing so much as to protect their children, but i think this is the single most nonsensical thing i've ever heard**. he didn't pinch her ass, he didn't ask her if she wanted to play with his "pink crayon," he just grabbed her, the way all little kids are constantly doing. the odds of the girl being adversely affected by it in any lasting way are slim to none. in my opinion, you're doing more damage to a child by taking this sort of action, because it creates the idea that most contact is negative. i don't have a kid, so it's harder for me to pass judgment about where lines really ought to be drawn, but i'm pretty sure that this case is nuts.

most barbaric arcade game: eight corners market in scarborough, maine, has installed a modified version of the classic claw tank, where the prizes are lobsters instead of toys. for two dollars a player can watch the lobsters "flap their tails, flail their claws and squirm this way and that" before being hauled up to the surface to meet their scalding fates. i will never understand the concept of torture as amusement. i guess some people have an easier time dissociating a living thing from its own sentience. i don't care whether or not you believe lobsters experience any form of pain, the fact that they attempt to escape from the claw more or less proves that they do experience some form of fear for their lives, and so inducing and then prolonging that experience for fun is pretty cruel. people are going to eat animals, that's just how it goes, but do we have to do things like this to them first? really? come on.

best duh: "in hindsight, [i] should have been suspicious of a veterinarian who only made house calls and treated animals at an undisclosed location." kudos to raymond reid, the owner of an incredibly lucky boston terrier named burt. burt survived an unspecified operation performed by steven vassall, a college student with impressive delusions of grandeur who was posing as a veterinarian and cutting up pets under who knows what conditions, maybe in his kitchen or the back of his van. that's a pretty rotten way to turn a buck. the news coverage is giving most of the attention to fred, the kitten who went undercover in the sting that ultimately led to vassall's arrest, but i think the animals who most deserve medals are the ones this creep has already treated. especially burt, who is probably experiencing extra hardships.





* i have to give an honorable mention to my imo, whose birthday was february 8. he's got some great new artwork up; here's my favorite:

** when i searched for an article on this story to link to, some headlines popped up about a six-year-old who was suspended for sharing lemon drops, but i couldn't bring myself to read that story. apparently sharing is only caring when it's done under the watchful eye of a responsible authority figure; the rest of the time, it's dirty and must be punished.

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Sunday, February 05, 2006

sunday best-of blogging

most romantic song about pants: i love your pants, too, rathergood.com. i love them right to death.

best album to remember you love after having forgotten about it for years: guided by voices' mag earwhig!. so good, people. so good.

most concise summary of tuesday's state of the union: blah blah blah, terrorists secretly long for democracy, blah blah blah, 9/11, blah blah blah, i'm above the law, blah blah blah, gays and women who have abortions will burn in hell. oh, and i guess i can close with some empty promises about health care and energy reform. heh heh heh.

in six years, this man couldn't learn to pronounce the word "nuclear"? i wouldn't trust him to lead me out of a pair of velcro shoes.

best alternative to the super bowl: the discovery channel's puppy bowl, which starts today at 3 p.m., is the cutest thing in the history of television broadcasting. last year i actually wept, i was so overwhelmed by the snuggly wonderfulness of it all. do not miss it. really. don't.

best blog of note:


finally! why has it taken the world so long to give my faf some sugar? you all should listen to me. i know what's up.

most captivating concert lineup: the tibet house benefit concert, taking place at carnegie hall on march 1, will feature philip glass, laurie anderson, sufjan stevens, antony (of antony and the johnsons), nawang khechog (a grammy-nominated tibetan flautist), damien rice, and allen toussaint, plus some other folks who've yet to be announced. cheapo tickets are about $30, but even at $100, i think the priciest seats are still a steal. but if you're not the sort of person who cares to pay big bucks—or any bucks—for a good time…

best way to see malcolm gladwell for free: the columbia university arts initiative has teamed up with the new yorker to present six free events, and malcolm will be talking about something delightful on february 21 (ticket info here, other events here). there was an article on malcolm in the 2/4 edition of the ny times; it opened up with a bit of a pan, and i wasn't interested in paying or signing up with their web site for a pan (i can hear people say snotty rubbish about him anytime i want for free), but if any of you caught it and believe i'm mistaken, please let me know. and, as always, if you or someone you know makes it over to his talk, send him my warmest, fuzziest love. oh, and look, it's february! you could even shower him with a fistful of candy hearts*. awwwww.

usage directions most open to interpretation: a friend recently told me about some sort of super colon cleanser he happened upon whose label directed the user to start out with one tablet at night and increase the intake by one tablet every day until the user experienced "2–3 meaningful bowel movements per day." meaningful? in what way? isn't the significance of that sort of thing a bit relative? how does one know if the appropriate depth of meaning has been achieved? reader assignment: compose a 500-word essay on the one eliminatory experience that left you the most moved**.

erosion of willpower i feel i should be most ashamed about, and yet am not: every time i see the commercial for the new platinum-edition monster ballads compilation cd, it becomes a little harder to resist. i can't be alone, though, and if you scroll down to the "customers also bought" section, you'll see that it is in no way necessary for a person to be an exclusive devotee of leopard-print spandex and aqua net to give in to the album's allure. not that there's anything wrong with that. and i don't care how much you make fun of me, mr. big's "to be with you" is the bomb.




* the new yorker readers in the crowd may have noticed that malcolm has written me a valentine's day article on the throughly unreliable practice of profiling, and his reference point is the public's completely unfair prejudice against pit bulls, some of the sweetest dogs ever (when they're not abused) and one of my favorite breeds. i'm going to read it on the 14th, 'cause it's more romantic that way, but you should feel free to dive into it now.

** pun absolutely intended.

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Thursday, February 02, 2006

happy groundhog day!

my instinct on this day is always to dive into an excoriating rant about the soul-crushing evil that is the talent vacuum known as andie macdowell, but the sun is shining and my cup of coffee is exactly the way i wanted it to be, and if this winter's temperatures are going to hover around 50º F like they've been doing then i don't care if it goes on forever (i'm no less troubled by the unseasonable warmth than i was a few weeks ago, but if the weather were the same all year long i'd feel that things were balancing out), so instead i've chosen to paste together a collage in tribute to our nation's most fleetingly beloved rodent, the groundhog.















this adorable picture came from spaceship no future, a strange and glorious collection of sociopolitical commentary, qualities that have no name, and cats. clearly the groundhog could conquer domo, if it were not such a gentle creature who disdained the notion of brutish bullying as a status ensurer. and it is that sort of creature, no matter what demian katz tries to tell you. they're also quite clever and enjoy a rousing carol. all of this may make you wonder how poor punxsutawney phil wound up in the sorry, bloated state that he's in; i think the sad truth is that phil was forced to take one for the team, so the rest of the marmots could carry on with their nimh-style scheming and build a better world for the groundhogs of the future. they'll never forget his courageous sacrifice, and for the people of punxsutawney, they have one message:

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