Starting another chapter

19 02 2014

My life in the, say, past four years is not what I expected it to be. Rather than launching myself into a well-paying career by my mid-twenties, I am a temp living in DC, chasing a dream inspired by “Yes We Can” rhetoric from the 2008 campaign and deflated by a remarkably flat employment market. So, here I am, temping in DC, while trying to get my foot in the door nearly a year and a half after moving to the District of Columbia.

I’m working on my project, trying to make rent and pocket change (savings? Hah.), when I get a Facebook notification from Gust, posting a blog post I wrote here almost four years ago. It was a review of Glee, right when the second season was about to start (or the first season was ending– who knows). A major thesis of that post was the idea that Glee would not last past three seasons. That was clearly false. But I was able to see that the quality of the show was going to deteriorate fast, and from what I surmise, I guess I was right about that.

Taking a quick moment to read a little blast from the past reminding me that I actually write pretty well, and indeed enjoy it. I remember loving writing as a teenager, and here I am, a 26 year old who essentially does it for a living. But it’s not necessarily fun. It’s work. Which is fine. But I think I deserve to make it fun again.

Last week, at a “House of Cards” viewing party (s0 DC. So This Town), I was having a discussion with an acquaintance about what I used to write about. I didn’t know how to respond. I’m pretty certain I said “stuff.” I guess it’s this though. I like consuming media, and describing how I view it. How I feel about. What I think about it. I like taking about current events, what’s going on in the world, in the country, in the community, and reflecting on how it fits into our past, present and future. I like being sarcastic, genuine, warm.

So with that said, in February 2014, I guess I’ll make another go at it. I had a LiveJournal in from 2001 that was updated with some frequency until 2008 (I’m not linking that). I had a high school sanctioned soapbox my junior and senior years. And now I have Facebook and Twitter. But I want to do some long-form creative writing again, and I guess I’ll do it here.

Sorry Gust for COMBOBREAKING your Pictures of the Day from 2012. I’m reviving Range Free.


Book Review: I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell

4 08 2010

I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell, Tucker Max

“My name is Tucker Max, and I am an asshole. I get excessively drunk at inappropriate times, disregard social norms, indulge every whim, ignore the consequences of my actions, mock idiots and posers, sleep with more women than is safe or reasonable, and just generally act like a raging dickhead. But, I do contribute to humanity in one very important way: I share my adventures with the world.”

– From the back cover of the paperback edition of I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell

Tucker Max, Esquire, is perhaps one of the worst human beings on the planet. We’re talking about total scum of the Earth guy. He foul, rude, manipulative, sexist, selfish, and over all, someone you do not want to associate with.

He is also kind of a hero to me. If I were to see this man, I would approach him, shake his hand, and buy him a beer. I would then proceed to tell him that he represents the worst of humanity, short of someone who commits genocide, and expect him to kick my ass or verbally abuse me, preferably the latter. I would then have a story to proudly tell my grandchildren. Read the rest of this entry »

Requiem for the iPod Classic

23 06 2010

The iPod can essentially be thanked (or cursed) for accelerating Apple’s renaissance and rise into the technological (evil) empire it has become today. Sure, having Steve Jobs come back, and making your computers fruity colored and aesthetically pleasing helped, but the iPod provided the general public an object relatively cheap enough where everyone in middle America could own one, but expensive enough to make it into a status symbol.

The iPod has evolved from a (then) small MP3 player that could hold 5 gigabytes of music (which, in 2001, was, like, a bajillion CDs!), to a new product line that is arguably now Apple’s (and AT&T in America’s) prize horse: the iPhone. Its fourth generation is due in stores tomorrow, and people who pre-ordered have, for the most part, received them now.

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Music: Pomplamoose

5 06 2010

Perhaps one of the saving graces of YouTube and the independent internet music establishment is a San Francisco based instrumental duo called Pomplamoose, comprised of ultracute Nataly Dawn and her boyfriend Jack Conte, whom I hate for no other reason except that he’s dating Nataly. Bastard.

You might better know them for their cover rendition of The Cordettes’ Mr. Sandman, used in a recent commercial for the Toyota Avalon.

Sure, they have great original songs, but perhaps their best (and gimmicky) claim to fame is their deconstruction of pop music. Everyone has love-hate relationships with covers, but, very much like Marie Digby’s cover of Rhianna’s Umbrella, Nataly and her tool of a boyfriend proceed to making pop music drivel for the masses more digestible. Perhaps even redeemable. Digby did justice to a well-written song like Umbrella by playing it with the bare essentials, just her vocals and acoustic guitar, without the shite Apple GarageBand beats and cockteasing sexuality Rhianna added to the song. Pomplamoose does the same with both beloved and scorned pop songs.

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Television outlook: The first season of Glee, and how there’s no way in hell this show can continue beyond 2 more seasons

5 06 2010

Next Tuesday, America’s favorite edgy broadcast network will show the season finale of a teevee show that (understandably) grabbed the attention of the nation by providing questionable covers of your favorite pop songs while providing witty and quirky storytelling. America finally got its own Degrassi, only with more music, and less drug abuse and abortions… yet.

I’m looking forward to this finale, but I’m also going to be disappointed. Not just because I’m going to have to wait a couple more months for the show to continue.

It’s because we are one season away from the end of a show that cannot sustain itself for more than 3, if not 4, more seasons. Not without jumping the shark and infuriating the still-infant fandom of Gleeks.

Don’t get me wrong. I love Glee. I love how it combines so many faults to create something that simply works. The absolutely preposterous (yet spot on) caricature of American high school life, the strengths and flaws in the characters (a likable, yet man-slutty Mr. Schuester; the love-to-hateable Sue Sylvester with a mentally handicapable sister; absolute bitchy Jewish-American princess Rachel Berry who you can’t help but to cheer for), and the earnest After School Special life lessons and discoveries the characters make.

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