Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Are You Fired Up?

Last Thursday I attended the Obama rally here in New York. Under the arch of Washington Square, hipsters, activists and politicos came together with a suspiciously large contingent of giggling children running around with ice cream.

The Senator enjoyed a warm welcome from thousands of supporters crowded into the park. The energy of expectation was evident as long lines waited get through security. Every two seconds I was handed a flyer about something predictably kooky. Opening acts included an acoustic set from The North, students from the outer boroughs read letters written to the candidate, and actor Jeffrey Wright of Syriana and Basquiat introduced local politicians who had endorsed Obama.

It was a lovely evening. The ever helpful and talented Mr. Patrick Waldo and I shot this video.

Under the arch that marks the beginning of 5th avenue (When Harry Met Sally, anyone? Obama stumped on education, social security reform, other candidates and riled fans with his proclamation that America is "sick and tired of being sick and tired." If the mostly young crowd noticed the Illinois Senator had cribbed a line from Monty Python, no one took issue. Every pause in the lengthy speech seemed to get whoops and hollers, particularly those which promised a presidency of "hope and reason and tolerance instead of fear and conflict and division."

Referring to his major competitor as "the Senator from New York," Obama took aim at claims of inexperienced,an argument that he says left him "confused":

"Because, the fact of the matter is, there are those in this race for the presidency who are counting their experience working the senate… Not working for us. There are those who think that who you should be looking for is someone who knows how to play the game better. But the problem is that the game is rigged."

The Senator from Illinois also aimed at Sen. Clinton by referencing her pro-war vote, "I have the experience of speaking out, even when its not comofortable, like I did in 2002 before the war started and when I stood up and said 'This war is a bad idea.'"

Calling himself a "hope mongerer," Obama seemed comfortable in front of the large crowd, managing the required microphone gaffe well, and fit in more references to his wife Michelle's now famous ribbing. As the square darkened, the candidate grinned and concluded with "Let's go change the world."

My favorite part would be the end, where he comes damn near close to plum dropping the mike and stalking off stage. "Let's go change the world" seems like a pretty badass signature.

(PPS: Second favorite would be the awedome rhyming skillz of rapper "Jinn")

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Notes On A Press Conference

EA: Bush: "You know, I got a B in Econ 101.
But I got a A in keeping taxes down."

Ian: Wait.
Hold the phone.
That's from the Onion?

EA: Nope.
Two seconds ago.
Live press conference.

Ian: No. That has to be from the Onion.

EA: Live answer, straight from the horse's mouth.

Ian: Live on the onion?

Me: Close. CNN. It's like the Onion, only more funny and not on purpose. Well, funny in that "this is worse than watching someone skin a kitten alive" sort of way.

Ian: That quote is from Mad TV or something.
Will Ferrel's ranch commercial joke thing.

Me: I'm telling you. Live on television. Two seconds ago. CNN. Press conference.

Ian: No. That is not possible

EA: Is Fluff is the best thing to happen to peanut butter since jam?

Ian: Better. Jam? Pshaw.

EA: Does a pope shit in the woods?

Ian: Ok. Really he said he got a A in keeping taxes down?

EA: Yeah.
He got a question about the recession
He said, "Yoou know, you'd need to ask an economist because –
Oh my goodness.
Holy dick!
Bush just said that Nelson Mandela is dead
Wait... Wait... He might trying to use a metaphor

EA: Oh… Ok. Yeah,.
False alarm.

Ian: What sort of metaphor is that?

EA: One that proves Kanye wrong –- the Republican party does too care about black people and their culturification.
What was all that news about none of the GOPers going to the black debate?

Ian: I have to see this.

(Watch what the fuck Ian and I are talking about via HuffPo)

Ian: Did he just say "Fishily responsible with the people's money?"

EA: Holy Mackrel!


EA: I didn't even notice that part


EA: Didn't you have to be oldish to miss a presidency? Like, "Oh, remember Kennedy? Those were the Days." Isn't it wrong that I spend half my time thinking about my salad days when we had a balanced budget?


If you blog this, or whatever, can we kill the douchebag line?
So I can send the link to my dad?

EA: ...I made a joke about skinning a kitten alive. Shut the fuck up.

UPDATE!!!Is "Mandela is dead!" the new "You forgot about Poland!"? Discuss!

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

It All Comes Together

This winter it was Joan Didion, fellow Sacramento girl. During global warming winter, it was Ted Hughes. It happens -- I get on a kick of reading everything by one writer, submersing myself in their ouvre, if you will. (You won't, and that's fine, I support you.) During my Ted Hughes stage, it was "Birthday Letters" over and over, occasionally watching "Slyvia," though that was more of an excuse to get Daniel Craig fix until the Casino Royale dvd comes out. These days, there's been a rash of children's literature books, mostly in the fantasy realm of things, along with collections of Grimm's fairy tales, folk lore, myths, all sorts of books whose presence in my flat explain why I will be alone for the rest of my life.

Right now, I'm making my way through Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials series (It's a reference to Milton! See my brilliant musings on that and why I'd suck face with Satan here!) Now, if there's one thing that warms my geek heart more than Romantic poetry, obsessive patterns in book purchasing, or tea, it's when different things I'm reading come together and connect the dots, with a little side dish of Daniel Craig. Wouldn't you know it, that's just what happened this week. I know you can't wait to read about it, so I won't make you wait any longer. It's a tale the involves geeky young adult literature,Paradise Lost, Keats, particle physics, Dark Matter, Daniel Craig, and more!

The His Dark Materials series concerns itself with a lot of standard children's literature (talking animals, archetypal figures, action and adventure with the smallest hint of young love) but it differs in that it resists pedantic rhetoric of "good vs. evil" didacticism. If you read an interview with Pullman, he loves to talk about his work as being a direct reaction to C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. He faults Lewis for being so rooted in regurgitating Christian doctrine, and Tolkien for poor writing and faulty structure. Not to mention, they can both be insulting to children's intelligence, and frequently fall into the trap of simplifying things to: "There are bad people, and there are good people and they should fight to the death." While I'm at it, both Lewis and Tolkien bust out some pretty blatant misogyny, which may not be the best thing to inundate children with. (Lewis definitely takes the cake in that regard BTW.) While Pullman's books still have a characters who are villains, and a heroine and hero to root for, each character has complex layers to them, resist stark definition and Pullman never paints in blunt swathes of black or white. One topic he won't to bend on is the corruption of the Church. It's cruel, perverted, and power hungry. The Church (or, in the world of HDM, "The Magisterium") is looking to discover the secret of what they call "Dust," which they believe to be the source of Original Sin. As the plot moves forward, it's clear that this Dust is what we call Dark Matter...

....Which was the focus of a fantastic article in the New York Times sunday magazine. In it, they explain that scientists are now describing the universe as being composed almost entirely of dark matter. 96% of the universe if made of it, while only 4% of the universe is made of the same things we are. I spent all night trying to come up with an analogy that would explain this, and this (measly) example is what I came up with:

Say you have a glass which has water in it. On top of the water are a couple drops of oil, separate from the water, naturally. Would you say that you have a glass of water, or a glass of oil? Unless you're usually required to wear a soft-shell helmet at all times, you would say that you have before you a glass of water, especially if you were told that the glass in front of you is 96% water, and only 4% oil. Our entire approach to the universe, to the matter that makes up the cosmos, has been to describe it as if it were a glass of oil. (I'm mixing metaphors here, but bear with me.) Galileo was once branded a heretic for suggesting that the sun, not the earth was at the center of our galaxy. Who knows what kookiness the Evangelicals will come up with once word of this gets to them. I'm gonna hope that they can't come up with anything, so they end up spouting up whatever comes to their mind first: "Gays killed the dinosaurs!" But anyway, back to my point:

What makes us (our toothpaste, your mom, Mars, carbon) is an aberration to the rest of the universe. We're something for the gag reel of the cosmos.

Something about this article struck my imagination. I like thinking of everything we know as just a blip, a possible mistake, a hair on the plate of the Big Bang. Everything we know about the very basics of matter - neutrons, protrons, electrons - is completely moot when it comes to Dust. I like that Dark Matter seems like something we can only understand if we confront the ego with which we've been looking at the universe as being made of what we are made of; I like that it seems like it'ss something that could only be illuminated to us if we stop trying to try and define it in terms we understand...

Which is precisely the point Keats was trying to make when he wrote of his philosophy of Negative Capability, which would be my creed, if had one. If I had more than a ridiculous mid-20's understanding of what "creed" means. What luck then, that Pullman quotes Keats himself! Lyra, the brave and foolish heroine of the series, is racing to stop the ominous Mrs. Coulter (her very own mother!). It seems the beautiful, cruel woman is intent on defining Dust, only so that she can destroy it, eradicate the threat it poses to the Church's power. Lyra crosses into our world (long story) and meets up with a Physicist in Oxford who may just have a clue (but definitely has good taste in poetry). She explains to our heroine that Dust can be found in our world too, and it looks like it's not just thoughtless matter:

"Yes," Dr. Malone went on, "they know we're here. They answer back. And here goes the crazy part: you can't see them unless you expect to. Unless you put your mind in a certain state. You have to be confident and relaxed at the same time. You have to be capable -- Where's that quotation..."
She reached into the middle of papers on her desk and found a scrap on whcih someone had written with a green pen. She read:
"'Capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason.' You have to get into that state of mind. That's from the poet Keats, by the way. I found it it the other day."

So really, between HDM, some dark matter, and some Keats, I'm one very happy, very massive dork. Oh, did I promise some Daniel Craig? They've just wrapped shooting the film version of "The Golden Compass," book one of the His Dark Materials series. And who's playing Lord Asriel, Lyra's ominous father? Daniel Craig, natch. Don't say I never do anything for you.