That thing is heavy. I wish I had inspected it more before handing it off to the next eager beaver.
Monday, March 08, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Two Things That Suck and Two Things That Rock
hey, um, American Apparel? mind your own fucking business, mmmkay? some of us have sad, ramen-filled lives. we need this.
no just kidding. i mean, i do have a sad ramen-filled life, but i semi-applaud (yep, i can applaud one-handed, fuck you ZEN) the effort. though i think its gonna reach a natural saturation point...right?...and disappear....like Uggs, right?....this all has to end eventually, right???
So they are replacing the other, lesser, 7UP sign, the one on 12th and NE Sandy. this blows. There used to be another one right off I-84 at 39th or so. they were dignified and beautiful and made me irrationally loyal to 7UP even though Sierra Mist is better. my childhood is disappearing before my eyes. my digital yet weeping eyes. at least its not another ugly Budweiser sign.
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Two shows that have gotten me thru the last couple weeks (damn you olympics/NBC!)
and they've both been picked up for second seasons. so you should catch up so we can have inside jokes. like Tastyface
ARCHER is a spy-spoof, which normally i don't go for cuz 85% of spy stuff IS spoof, so its y'know well-trodden ground. but this stuff is pretty great and really offensive and the main spy is basically Pat if Pat was drunk all the time.
its getting slowly rolled out on Hulu.
PARTY DOWN features Martin Starr, Jane Lynch, and lots of guest stars from Veronica Mars cuz Rob Thomas makes it. awesome. its more dark and not as laugh-out-loud, but yeah the characters are all pretty round/great and its definitely relatable to those of us in the business of being fuck-ups.
so far I think you can only catch up on Netflix Instant Watch aka The Best Thing Ever aka The Beginning of the End
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Taylor Swift, Everybody
yeah, I kinda already hated on her over on my blog, so my hate reserves are running low, just want to point out this hilarious article and mention that she went to high school for one fucking year.
ps that's as small as i can make it without exerting additional effort
Monday, February 01, 2010
Favorite Film of 2009
While Ben actually had a jump on things and posted his favorite album at the end of the year, I used January to play catch-up on some films I missed throughout 2009, as well as some that were still coming to Portland. And while I know you guys listen to a lot more music than watch movies, well...what the hell.
Fantastic Mr. Fox was, by a nose, my absolute favorite film of 2009. And, to pimp my own stuff for a second, here's what I wrote on my blog, which includes the rest of my Top Ten (it's not all artsy shit, either, though there's plenty of that).
Yeah, still working on how to describe how truly wonderful this movie is. If directing can be defined as making a million small decisions that somehow add up to a cohesive, artful whole, one COULD make the argument that Wes Anderson is the best director of the year. By building a certain folk-American tradition into Roald Dahl's British novel, rolling his own eccentricities and concerns into it, making (by modern standards) outrageous demands on his animation team - real fur, no CGI influence, 12 frames per second instead of 24, and casting the film to perfection whether that means an A-list actor (giving one of his best performances, as it turns out) or his close friends (or people who fall into both categories), Wes Anderson has truly crafted a film within an inch of its life that feels at once effortless and like a tremendous undertaking. It's as breathtaking as it is an absolute joy. I couldn't ask for more from a film. Oh, and you wrote a bad song, Petey.
Fantastic Mr. Fox was, by a nose, my absolute favorite film of 2009. And, to pimp my own stuff for a second, here's what I wrote on my blog, which includes the rest of my Top Ten (it's not all artsy shit, either, though there's plenty of that).
Yeah, still working on how to describe how truly wonderful this movie is. If directing can be defined as making a million small decisions that somehow add up to a cohesive, artful whole, one COULD make the argument that Wes Anderson is the best director of the year. By building a certain folk-American tradition into Roald Dahl's British novel, rolling his own eccentricities and concerns into it, making (by modern standards) outrageous demands on his animation team - real fur, no CGI influence, 12 frames per second instead of 24, and casting the film to perfection whether that means an A-list actor (giving one of his best performances, as it turns out) or his close friends (or people who fall into both categories), Wes Anderson has truly crafted a film within an inch of its life that feels at once effortless and like a tremendous undertaking. It's as breathtaking as it is an absolute joy. I couldn't ask for more from a film. Oh, and you wrote a bad song, Petey.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
So while I do have a blog chronicling my misadventures...
...I figured that after 6 months of not saying anything, it was high time to put up a blog post.
Peru is lovely right now. That might simply owe to the fact that I'm on vacation and can do as much or as little as I want in a day. This will be changing soon, so there may be a sudden drop in the fuzzy feelings.
Awesomeness of living within the tropical zone of the world aside, I want to dedicate this blog entry to things that I miss like nobody's business. I'll be walking along on an average day here and suddenly get hit by an image or memory of home in a fashion similar to a metaphorical sledgehammer. Yeah.
-Pacific Northwest Fruit: This includes good, crisp apples, a nice variety of pears, berries of any type and quality whatsoever, lemons (because they don't believe in them in Lima). The tropics are nice for some exotic new and delicious ones, thousands of potatoes and sweet potatoes, purple corn, etc, but it'll be too long before I have a strawberry rhubarb pie.
-Dairy: See, the dairy here isn't half bad, but it's very different. It's not an average part of the diet, I don't think, and it costs more. Remember when Charlotte came out west in 2006 and you all brought gifts of dairy, a Christmas tree, a watermelon, and Ben got cured of paraplegic paralysis? Can at least the first part of that equation be revived when I arrive?
-Obsession with High Fructose Corn Syrup as Opposed to Sucrose: Gosh do they like sugar here. Everything is sweet. Everything. Empty carbs and sugar are a basic part of the average person's lifestyle here, whether it's by choice or by necessity of poverty or a combination of both. I don't like HFCS much, but I can avoid it in the states.
-Hugs: While the hugfest that was Christmas Eve left me aglow, 364 days is a long time to go without strong hugs. It's just not a part of the culture here. I'll just add that some handshakes are pretty weak, too. The dead fish phenomenon doesn't even seem to be something that people ridicule here.
-Music: There's this song "I Know You Want Me," and every time it comes on I want to destroy things. Unfortunately, it is a popular hit on the radio. I was lucky to meet a guy from NYC with a similar hatred. He joked, "Dude, something is wrong. I don't hate this song as fervently as I used to. I'm getting complacent." Please, please, please stop playing the same songs on the radio.
And this just has to do with me, I think, but as I'm not Peruvian, nor do I immediately hear and understand song lyrics, a great number of the songs by certain Peruvian groups all sound EXACTLY the same. If I found the arrangement they've decided to use pleasant, it would be one thing, but they have chosen what (for me, mind you) sounds just utterly grating and whiney. I'd like to think that this might just be culture versus culture, but they ADORE English and American music (at least my 15 year olds do). Maybe I am just a snob.
-Seasons: Lima's not exactly prone to variation, I'm afraid. Some sun, some clouds, and lots of humidity. It can get pretty chilly in winter, but not the kind of beautiful cold that we have in the States, where snow has artistic power and the mornings can be crisp.
-Friends: This is where I get to the point. The number of times that I've regaled my community (which is lovely) with anecdotes about adventures and misadventures and witticisms of the friends I've had since JHS and the amount of entertainment it has brought and the number of fond memories it's given me the excuse to revisit and treasure has been a bittersweet blessing.
In spite of what was a little bit more of a whiney post than I wanted, I want you to know that life down here is, in fact, good. I'm in great shape and speak Spanish at least proficiently and enjoy my farmer's tan (it's getting intense) and trying out foods that don't exist in the States, but every once in a while, things just aren't like home in a way that makes for a very bitter sting. Know that you're missed. My travel blog is http://miguelylima.blogspot.com and is more upbeat than this, usually, although with less point. Much love and missage from the Southern Hemisphere. Enjoy the rest of winter, because our summer's halfway through and gosh I can't believe that I'm missing my fifth Oregon spring in a row.
Keep in touch, por favor.
Peru is lovely right now. That might simply owe to the fact that I'm on vacation and can do as much or as little as I want in a day. This will be changing soon, so there may be a sudden drop in the fuzzy feelings.
Awesomeness of living within the tropical zone of the world aside, I want to dedicate this blog entry to things that I miss like nobody's business. I'll be walking along on an average day here and suddenly get hit by an image or memory of home in a fashion similar to a metaphorical sledgehammer. Yeah.
-Pacific Northwest Fruit: This includes good, crisp apples, a nice variety of pears, berries of any type and quality whatsoever, lemons (because they don't believe in them in Lima). The tropics are nice for some exotic new and delicious ones, thousands of potatoes and sweet potatoes, purple corn, etc, but it'll be too long before I have a strawberry rhubarb pie.
-Dairy: See, the dairy here isn't half bad, but it's very different. It's not an average part of the diet, I don't think, and it costs more. Remember when Charlotte came out west in 2006 and you all brought gifts of dairy, a Christmas tree, a watermelon, and Ben got cured of paraplegic paralysis? Can at least the first part of that equation be revived when I arrive?
-Obsession with High Fructose Corn Syrup as Opposed to Sucrose: Gosh do they like sugar here. Everything is sweet. Everything. Empty carbs and sugar are a basic part of the average person's lifestyle here, whether it's by choice or by necessity of poverty or a combination of both. I don't like HFCS much, but I can avoid it in the states.
-Hugs: While the hugfest that was Christmas Eve left me aglow, 364 days is a long time to go without strong hugs. It's just not a part of the culture here. I'll just add that some handshakes are pretty weak, too. The dead fish phenomenon doesn't even seem to be something that people ridicule here.
-Music: There's this song "I Know You Want Me," and every time it comes on I want to destroy things. Unfortunately, it is a popular hit on the radio. I was lucky to meet a guy from NYC with a similar hatred. He joked, "Dude, something is wrong. I don't hate this song as fervently as I used to. I'm getting complacent." Please, please, please stop playing the same songs on the radio.
And this just has to do with me, I think, but as I'm not Peruvian, nor do I immediately hear and understand song lyrics, a great number of the songs by certain Peruvian groups all sound EXACTLY the same. If I found the arrangement they've decided to use pleasant, it would be one thing, but they have chosen what (for me, mind you) sounds just utterly grating and whiney. I'd like to think that this might just be culture versus culture, but they ADORE English and American music (at least my 15 year olds do). Maybe I am just a snob.
-Seasons: Lima's not exactly prone to variation, I'm afraid. Some sun, some clouds, and lots of humidity. It can get pretty chilly in winter, but not the kind of beautiful cold that we have in the States, where snow has artistic power and the mornings can be crisp.
-Friends: This is where I get to the point. The number of times that I've regaled my community (which is lovely) with anecdotes about adventures and misadventures and witticisms of the friends I've had since JHS and the amount of entertainment it has brought and the number of fond memories it's given me the excuse to revisit and treasure has been a bittersweet blessing.
In spite of what was a little bit more of a whiney post than I wanted, I want you to know that life down here is, in fact, good. I'm in great shape and speak Spanish at least proficiently and enjoy my farmer's tan (it's getting intense) and trying out foods that don't exist in the States, but every once in a while, things just aren't like home in a way that makes for a very bitter sting. Know that you're missed. My travel blog is http://miguelylima.blogspot.com and is more upbeat than this, usually, although with less point. Much love and missage from the Southern Hemisphere. Enjoy the rest of winter, because our summer's halfway through and gosh I can't believe that I'm missing my fifth Oregon spring in a row.
Keep in touch, por favor.
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