Thursday, June 11, 2009

#s 43 & 44

I remade this one because I couldn't stand several songs in the first version. #43:

  1. Can't Get You Out Of My Head (Kylie Minogue) - The Flaming Lips
  2. I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Whitney Houston cover) - David Byrne
  3. The Boys Are Back In Town - The Mountain Goats
  4. Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
  5. Can't Help Falling In Love (Recorded Live at Daytrotter) - Ingrid Michaelson
  6. Handle With Care (Traveling Wilbury's cover) - Jenny Lewis With The Watson Twins
  7. It's a Man's Man's Man's World (Live) - Sharon Jones & The Dap Kings
  8. I Think It's Going To Rain Today  (Randy Newman Cover) - David Gray
  9. My Funny Valentine - Rufus Wainwright
  10. Heroes (Bowie cover) - magnetic fields
  11. Pipes Of Peace - Paul McCartney
  12. Without You - Mariah Carey
  13. Smile - Lily Allen
  14. Unknown Legend - Tunde Adebimpe
  15. The District Sleeps Alone Tonight - The Postal Service
  16. Working Class Hero - Green Day
  17. Looking Out My Backdoor - Creedence Clearwater Revival
  18. Oh, the Slithery Dee - The Smothers Brothers
  19. Oh My - Office
  20. You Belong To The Night - Glenn Frey
  21. The Humpty Dance -Digital Underground
  22. Who'll Stop The Rain - Creedence Clearwater Revival
Looking at this tracklist now, I don't think I listened to anything past Adebimpe's track even once.  I guess I didn't get tired of the disc so much as, like, 2/3rds of it.  Strange.  Maybe I'll move the odd track onto another disc at some later date.  Or not.

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#44, The Obamix:
  1. Eskimo - Barack Obama
  2. The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash 
  3. Mathematics - Mos Def
  4. The House That Jack Built - Aretha Franklin
  5. Icarus - Sound of Rum
  6. The Fear - Lily Allen
  7. Red Rain (live)- Peter Gabriel f. Michael Stipe & Natalie Merchant
  8. Poker Face - Lady GaGa
  9. Umbrella [edit] - Rihanna
  10. Time to Pretend - MGMT
  11. Single Ladies [Put A Ring On It] - Beyonce
  12. I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor Cover) - R.E.M.
  13. Use Somebody - Kings of Leon
  14. Umbrella (Rihanna cover) - Tegan & Sara
  15. My Soul (feat. Paul McCartney) - Nitin Sawhney
  16. If The Accident Will - My Latest Novel
  17. Good Morning Heartbreak - Billie Holiday
  18. Single Ladies  (Beyonce Cover)- Mr Little Jeans
  19. New Slang-Encore MashUp - The Shins & Jay Z
  20. Saving All My Love for You - Whitney Houston

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

New Slang Is Quaint

I'm watching, for reasons passing understanding, a 'classic' baseball game, from 1984, between the Chicago Cubs and the blue-suited St. Louis Cardinals. Willy McGee was just batting in the 8th, attempting to add a double to his 3-4, 5 RBI all-but-the-cycle* day**. Bob Costas, who's doing play-by-play, said the last time McGee was up, he 'dialed 8'. "That's slang some of the big league players use for a homerun, because in a hotel, you have to dial 8 for long-distance."

I love how out-dated, esoteric, and corny that is. I'm totally going to start using it all the time about everything long.

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* He grounded-out to 1st.
** He got his double in the 10, putting the Cards ahead as Ozzie Smith scored.  Not that it'll matter; I now know Ryne Sandberg will hit another homerun in the bottom of the inning to give the Cubs their victory. I know this because MLBTV just spoiled it with a crawl.  Thanks, MLBTV!

Thursday, April 30, 2009

OEDayum!

As I was looking up 'quo' in the OED last night to see if it meant anything in English*, I came across this word:
quomodocunquize - v. To make money in any possible way. (It dates from at least 1652 - there was only one example quote.)
I've always figured there was a name for that soulless, Capitalist tendency, but I'd never seen the bloody thing.

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* It doesn't, but it was once an alternative for 'who' - this led to numerous derivative word-discoveries.
† After I sent him this, my father pointed out that Capitalists aren't soolless.  They sell them for whatever they can get.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

More Scrabble Stats

After 200 games:
  • Best game: 420
  • Best word: BODICES
  • Best turn: 86 pts
  • Wins: 179
  • Draws: 2
  • Loses: 19
  • Played: 200
  • Won: 89.5%
  • Bingos: 31
After 250:

  • Best game: 420
  • Best word: BODICES
  • Best turn: 86 pts
  • Wins: 225
  • Draws: 2
  • Loses: 23
  • Played: 250
  • Won: 90%
  • Bingos: 37
I've had to adjust these numbers a hair, because I neglected to sync my iPod before I tried to jailbreak it.  As a result, I lost 10 games (all wins) and 3 bingos.   After number 250, I reset the game to begin anew.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Awesome Awesomenity


If it weren't for the paper cuts, I would hug this picture.

Friday, February 27, 2009

What Again?

Because I do everything I'm told to in e-mails*, I did this demi-quiz at The Nation to see what former contributer I have the most in common with. I somehow got Hunter S Thompson, someone with whom I would've thought I have very little in common. Anyway, it's funny, I think. Let's all roll a doobie.



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* I've given so much to African charities!

Friday, February 20, 2009

There's A Devil In [My] Heart

When I was a kid, I drank mainly caffeinated pops. I'd mix in some water here and there and some milkstuffs, but for the most part I drank things like Dr Pepper*. Indeed, my high school diet was pretty much a quotidian ingestion of 2 cans of Dr Pepper and one small pack of Chili Cheese Fritos. (And for the first time since high school, I'm surprised to find, that combo somehow doesn't strike me as god damned revolting.) Oh, and iced tea, which I still love.

Anyway, sometime in my early 20s the caffeine started to bother me, keeping me from sleep, and, notably, making my heart occasionally flutter for a few moments. Because that was never not unsettling, I stopped with the caffeine and moved into harder drugs, like crank.

Occasionally since then, I'd get the odd heart flutter, but those usually followed an erroneous coffee order or were just the normal, happens-to-everyone-sometime-ness of having an organ pound out a beat hour after hour for decades on end.

However, last Friday, my heart fluttered without a break for a couple hours. Saturday, it did it again, and since Sunday, it's been doing so pretty much non-stop. Wednesday, it decided to started amping up the torque, which is heavily unnerving. So Thursday morning, I went to the hospital - something I'd avoided in the hopes that, as before, it'd just go away, and because I have no accompanying symptoms: no arm-pain or shortness of breath, no sweating or nausea; nothing undeniably emergent.

They attached me to an ECG, and ran blood and urine tests. The ECG's monitor showed what was happening. I have a premature ventricular contraction (PVC), a skipped beat. None of the tests showed anything out of order. No evident cause, nothing clearly wrong. Some people live with PVCs (somehow it becomes something you can ignore), sometimes it goes away as quickly as it came, like unannounced but transient houseguests.

On the one hand, I'm happy nothing's wrong. My heart's in fine shape otherwise, and I appear to be operating as one should. But on the other hand, I'm disappointed. A found-cause can lead to a solution. No cause is a mystery, unlikely ever to be solved. The sensation is disconcerting, a mid-chest torquing that remains attention grabbing. It's also a never-ending reminder of my own mortality. That might seem over-dramatic, but I'm a worrier, and it's my heart, and stop judging me. I've always had a suspicion that I'll live a long life. Suddenly having a heart issue, grates against that (warrantless) feeling, making it all so much less comfortable. Plus, as a friend put it the other night, 'It's the only pump [I] have'. Having something off with it inspires dark thought I'm unaccustomed to entertaining.


There are non-medical causes of PVC. Worry can cause it, or worsen it. So can exhaustion. Caffeine can too, altho I've avoided anything with stimulants since the weekend. While I don't, necessarily, believe that either worry(/anxiety) or lack-of-sleep is causing it, I certainly suspect they aren't helping. If they aren't its progenitor, they're certainly its progeny. It's difficult to stay calm when your heart spasms mid-thought, and sleep is difficult when you get jolted awake by what feels like a massive revolving door springing to life in your chest.

And yet, it appears nothing is wrong. That's the comfort, I guess. And who knows, it could just go away. Not that I suspect such a thing will happen.

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* For the record, I've always preferred Mr Pibb. He's not as uppity. He is less common, tho; hence, all the Dr Pepper.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My Fluttering Heart...

Has been fluttering for, like, 4 days, off and on, but mostly on. It's uncomfortable and unsettling and I hope it stops soon.

No idea what's causing it.

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Okay, now it's been like 5 days. I haven't slept more than 3 hours in one go since Saturday night's fitful sleep. I'm fwiggin' exhausted. Tonight, after work, I'm going to down some sleeping pills and try to actually sleep. If that doesn't work, I don't know that I have a choice: I think I'll have to go to the hospital on Wednesday in search of a solution. I'm tired. And getting ready to freak out. And a little scared. And way too poor too afford a hospital visit....

Saturday, February 07, 2009

I Would Hug Him With Vigor - And My Arms.

Friday, February 06, 2009

J'Adore

Sunday, February 01, 2009

The West Wing

There Will Be Spoilers

Since sometime in December, we've been rewatching The West Wing. My original plan was to live out the dying months of the Bush administration among that of Bartlet's vibrancy - the first 4 years anyway. The terminus of the 4th season marked Aaron Sorkin's departure as the show's tyrant, and a marked downturn in the show's quality. I didn't feel like slogging thru the season-and-a-half that follows wherein everyone is unreasonable - wrong, angry, and different, but mostly angry and different. But Obama wasn't in yet, and, what the hell, we watched the rest.

The only other time I watched the latter 3 seasons, I felt that the show improved a great deal at around the halfway point, and glided nicely into its finish. But I see now that that isn't entirely so. The show does improve - it can't help but, really - but it never gets especially good again.

It starts to pick up beginning near the midpoint of season 6, but doesn't really improve until the Santos (Congressman, D-TX) character is wrestled into the mix. But it never gets great, for two reasons: the election drags, because they tried to make the show realistic, for over an entire season, and for none of which is its outcome ever really in doubt - despite the words from those involved around the time of air that they hadn't decided who would win. But also because they never really make the Santos character seem like that great a deal.

Sorkin spent 4 seasons making Bartlet the smartest, most capable, inspiring, and politically astute person for the job - indeed, Bartlet's reelection campaign becomes primarily about Governor Robert Ritchie's (R-FL) intellectual inferiority and general unpreparedness, while Bartlet is repeatedly referred to as the politician of his generation*. Santos is notedly never presented as an idiot, but we're also never shown how bright he might be - aside from hearing that he graduated top of his class at Annapolis, which is no mean feat. He might be capable and inspiring as well, but we're never really shown that either. And, weirdest of all, he seems to have almost no political wits. Repeatedly his campaign chief, Josh Lymon, has to force him to do the right thing (politically, not morally; Santos is grounded in decency - oh, so grounded). Twice - and by my count only twice - does the congressman do anything on his own to show he has a political pulse. After he has the nomination, he gives a church speech that eases a racial divide. And, earlier, he gives a speech to the convention - a speech that defies the wishes of Party and President - that encourages party faithful to go ahead with the many ballots, to do their job choosing who should be the nominee.

At no other time does he have any control, really, of that happens. I understand that's true, mainly - that candidates are mostly at sea among events well outside their control - but the extent to which they made Santos tempest-tossed by the winds of fate, generally impotent, is kind of weird.

Santos ends up with the nomination almost entirely without his doing - that convention speech notwithstanding. Governor Baker (D-PA) steps out of the race, to spend more time with his family (a weirdly selfless act subsequently buried by his overt selfishness at the convention). Later, the former VP has to step out of the race because of a burgeoning scandal, essentially giving Santos the California primary (over the sitting VP, who is seemingly the most inept blowhard in the party).

And it doesn't stop at the primary. After his ticket gets stuck down 7-9 points, depending on the poll, in the general-campaign, Santos manages only to tie the debates (we see one of them, a well-performed, live episode that goes on entirely too long, but only hear of the others in passing, after-the-fact), and has the campaign finally turn around, nearly for good, because of a near nuclear meltdown in his opponent's (Arnold Vinick, R-CA) state. And still, he only wins in a crawl, barely edging out Vinick by a mere 6 electoral votes.

What's weirdest about it, I guess, the part that leaves me mostly puzzled, is that we spent a lot of time with Santos and his people - easily twice the amount we spend with Vinick and his - but I'm still not sure the correct candidate wins - and lord knows I agree far more with Santos's ideology than I do with Vinick's. They had the chance to inspire on TV in a way that our inept, idiotic, real-life president never could; the chance to show what could be as a contrast to what was; or merely to really entertain. Instead we get a sort of half-assed candidate, well-meaning, to be sure, but largely blah.

I guess, what it comes down to, essentially, is there's only one Sorkin. Those first 4 seasons were pretty special, and that cast does entertain, even when the other writers left them out in the cold, naked and wanting.

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* It perhaps works as a quick proof to point out that Sorkin made Bartlet a Nobel Laureate; the writers who followed took half of it away in order to see a "some would say, contradictory" economic philosophy co-honored. It shits a bit on Bartlet's intellectual esteem to find the Swedes were apparently willing to award anything that year, so long as it was sufficiently oppositional.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Gonna Have A Good Time

It's my birthday.

When I was a kid, my father had a Polaroid SX-70. I thought that camera - of which I was always fond - died an ant-riddled death maybe decades ago. But somewhere on a year ago I found it, and, after buying film for it, found that it was broken. I all but gave it to a friend of mine to see if he could fix it. He can't, which is about what I expected. I'll probably never see it again, and that's okay.

Last year, tho. Our friend at the Hollywood Camera Store had a look-alike SX-70 (with its leatherette box with a tripod mount and everything!) for sale for like 30 bucks. As I've always wanted to shoot one as an adult, I was thrilled to see it for sale and extra-thrilled to see it for sale so cheaply. ("If you're really selling that for 30 bucks, I'll buy it right now.") Since then I've been meaning to buy film for it. It was so cheap, of course, because Polaroid no longer makes the film they made for the camera, and the film they did still make (600 instant) that can be hacked to work was just about to go - and has since gone - extinct. Or nearly so; packs of 600 can still be found, but for ever more exorbitant sums.

Anyway, with that increasingly urgent purchase in mind, and with film to pick up, I went to Blue Moon in St Johns. My negs (since I use a negative scanner and can't afford prints of my many horrid images, I only have my film developed) cost a not-too-expensive 20 bucks for six rolls. But I added some film, which sent the price shooting up. I bought: one 10 pack of 600 for 20 dollars (that's painful, let's face it), 1 roll of Velvia 50 in 35mm (plus another 35mm and two rolls of 120 for Scout), and a roll of Rollei's newish Ortho 25, which I've wanted to shoot since it debuted (last year?).

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After Blue Moon, I shuffled drivingly over to Pro Photo because I like not being helped when I need help, and tons of people milling mindlessly about, in a place where the employees know nothing. No, I'm kidding. I stopped in to check their stock of Polaroid film, to find the the shelf they used to have devoted to all several manner of Polaroid films, now holds, like, bags or something. I walked into the cooler/refrigerator and managed to spy their two remaining 20 packs of pull-n-peel 664 film. I've shot Fuji's near-identical 100 (& 100C), but I've only ever shot instant Polaroid film, so I bought one of the packs, and considered buy both, just for the added fillip of having emptied their stock. (I may go back.)

I also picked up 35mm rolls of Ilford's 3200 and Fuji's color 1600. And, looking around inside the fridge, I noticed they had a box of Ilford's SFX 200 with price-tags stuck to it. I's all, "Ooh, that's discounted" and it was. Flipping over boxes, I found that three of them were half price, because they expire this month. (I bought two of them for me, and one for Scout.)

So far, today was a good day....

Sunday, January 18, 2009

KEN-NE-DY... For Me