Monthly Archive for February, 2007

This Weeks Top Ten List

Am I really running out of things to blog about - so much so that I am making a musical top ten list? No. I currently have nine unfinished blogs in my queue. “Why are they unfinished?”, you might ask. I don’t have a good answer.

Yes, the world needs to hear what I have to say about Scorsese finally having as many Oscars as Three Six Mafia. Or the fact that Hillary Clinton and Barak Obama are experiencing some tension because one of them is a woman, one of them is black, one of them won’t get my vote, and they’re both running for President.

And on that note - Hey, Hillary Clinton. Until you start answering questions about your vote for the Iraq Appropriations Bill with actual answers instead of rhetoric, you can count me in for whatever sacrificial lamb the Green Party throws up. And your sabre rattling with Iran better quit in due haste if you think I’ll even consider voting for you in 2008, because as of right now that ain’t gonna happen.

If the election were held today, I’d definitely vote for Barak Obama, if only because his middle name is Hussein and I am a big fan of irony.

On to the Top Ten List, which typically I’ll save for Fridays. I put no thought into this one, and instead looked at my Top 25 Most Played in iTunes. Here you are:

Song, Artist, Album
1. Sweet Heart Killer, Say Hi To Your Mom, Impeccable Blahs
2. Soylent Green, The Majestic Twelve, Searching For The Elvis Knob
3. Love Having You Around, Stevie Wonder, Music of My Mind
4. I Know What Women Want, My Robot Friend, Hot Action!
5. The Hips (The Captain), Kids These Days, All These Interruptions
6. These Fangs, Say Hi To Your Mom, Impeccable Blahs
7. Everyone Is In On It, Love is Chemicals, Love is Chemicals
8. Elevator Man, The Golden Dogs, Everything In 3 Parts
9. Won’t Wash, Hot Chip, The Warning
10. Have Love Will Travel, Stiv Bators, L.A. Confidential

Oliver Lake and other good things

Just drop whatever you are doing and listen to this interview with Oliver Lake that Professor George Lipsitz conducted on The Friday Riff. You really won’t regret it.

Good-bye, Aunt Sylvia…

My mother called me to tell me that my great aunt Sylvia Greenberg passed away last Sunday. On my mother’s side of the family, Aunt Sylvia was the last of the “old guard” - a generation of Hungarians Jews, including my mother’s mother, who ventured to America before WWII. Those who did not make the journey - well, most didn’t make it through Hitler’s regime.

I wish I could write a comprehensive biography, but I don’t know enough details to really do her story justice. The best story I could tell is about my trip to New York in 1993, when I had minor aspirations to move there for all of the wrong reasons (yes, it was for a girl). Aunt Sylvia lived in New York, and I met her for lunch one day. At that time, she was in her early eighties, and she wanted to take me on “a little tour” of New York City. She proceeded to walk my nineteen year old rear off. On more than one occasion, I had to ask her to slow down so I could keep up.

I wish I could say she retained that energy until the very end, but that was not the case. It doesn’t really matter - her spirit that day is always how I will remember her. That’s good enough for me.

Irish Coffee is more than coffee…

Irish CoffeeJennifer advanced to candidacy yesterday, which means all she has to do is write a book and she has her Ph.D. It also means that we went out celebrating last night, and hence, I took the bus in to work this morning - which is ironic, considering I feel like the floor of a bus this morning.

This also means that Jennifer will leave tomorrow for another four week research trip to Oaxaca, and this time, I will not be able to join her. It’s all about the Skype.

This is about as profound as I am getting today.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

You won the SuperBowl? That is so gay!

I’m a very passive sports fan - I never felt overly attached to any team, nor does my day get ruined when the team I happen to be rooting for loses. This last football season, for example, I was really pulling for the Chargers to win the SuperBowl, but when they got knocked out of the playoffs by the Patriots, I wasn’t devastated. The SuperBowl, however, I always watch. This year was especially exciting as either team winning would guarantee, for the first time, that a black coach would be at the helm of the SuperBowl champs. It seemed, at least on the surface, a great tribute to the civil rights movement - even if it’s almost forty years later.

Of course, just when I think we’re making progress, there’s always something there to remind me just how far we have left to go. First, there’s the coach of the SuperBowl champs of the Indianapolis Colts, Tony Dungy. Dungy is scheduled to speak at Indiana Family Institute’s Friends of the Family Banquet.

From Bilerico.com

The [Indiana Family Institute] is one of the leading proponents of SJR7, the proposed Indiana Constitutional amendment on marriage rights, and other legislative efforts to deny equal rights to LGBT folks. Under the guise of protecting traditional family values, it helps spread misinformation that fosters bigitory [sic] toward our community and our own families.

Of course, given some of the tragedies that Tony Dungy has endured, namely the suicide of his son in 2005, I am certainly not one to question his faith. His faith, however, should not lead him to support organizations that are actively working against the rights of others.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, there is the Snickers debacle. During the SuperBowl, Snickers ran a fairly humorous advertisement:

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Personally, I thought this commercial was pretty funny. One could make the case that this commercial is making fun of homophobia. Stripping half naked and ripping out chest hair is not “manly”, it’s stupid. Had Snickers left it that, then things might have been alright.

Unfortunately, Snickers couldn’t leave it at that. Because Snickers is owned by a corporation. And corporations have a tendency to do stupid things. All the time. As if they’re run by morons. Snickers decided to run an ad campaign around this commercial and included “alternate” endings. Those “alternate” endings included:

• the mechanics accidentally kissing and beating each other up
• the mechanics accidentally kissing and then drinking motor oil and anti-freeze
• homophobic reactions (parts one and two) from football players watching the commercial

There’s also an additional one, called the “Love Boat” ending, which is also funny, but also yielded the more homophobic remarks from the players.

Now, the outrage from the LGBT community has ended the ad campaign. Judy Shepard, mother of Matthew Shepard, issued a statement regarding the advertisements:

[It] encourages the same type of hate that led to the death of my son Matthew,” she said in a statement. “It essentially gives ‘permission’ to our society to verbally or physically harass individuals who are gay, lesbian or bisexual. In particular, I am dismayed that these players, who are role models to our young people, would participate in perpetuating such discrimination and prejudice.”

When the SuperBowl started, we were supposed to be celebrating the fact that 40 years ago, we never would have considered it possible for an African-American to coach a team to the SuperBowl. Instead, we’re simply reminded that, while we make progress in some areas, we still have a ways to go in others.