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Kierkegaard, Tipping Points & Ronald Reagan

Well, I’m still reading Soren Kierkegaard: A Biography. It’s a beast to get through.

Large chapters dedicated to each year of Kierkegaard’s life.  It’s some dense reading, but I’m loving it.  I’ve been learning things things about Soren’s father, brother & fiance (subsequently his ex-fiance).  It is also interesting that the author notes that Kierkegaard actively cultured an image later in his life in an attempt to present a particular person as Kierkegaard to posterity.  For example, he was less-than-devoted as a Christian in his youth.  He was by no means “wild,” but he was immature, slothful and spent far too much of his father’s money.  Essentially, he was a rich, spoiled brat.  I knew/known a few of those.

My “book club” is also in the midst of reading The Tipping Point…well, I should say, I’m in the midst of reading.  The rest of the poor group are on pages 0, 25 and 80 respectively.  Anyway, it’s a book about the way in which epidemics start.  He pulls data from all types of areas from sexually transmitted diseases to the Hush Puppies craze.

It’s starts out very strong and interesting, identifying types of individuals and the various ways they influence others.  For example, some people simpley “know” alot of people.  These people are great at putting people in touch with others, but generally they don’t often influence these people very effectively because they are “loose” connections.  Others influence people heavily, but don’t know as many people.  Still others have a great deal of information, but are typically poor influencers.    Anyway, after that, the book drifted into cognative theory in discussing children’s shows such as Sesame Street and Blue’s Clues.  It kinda lost me at that point.  Anyway, I’m going to make myself get through it.

Finally, I’m going to suggest to the book club that we read The White House Mess next.  I gather that it’s good stuff.  In point of fact, it is set in 1988 and Ronald Reagan sits in his PJs in the Oval Office and refuses to leave the White House.  I’ve never read Christopher Buckley before, but I’ve heard a few people tell me he’s great.  I’ve, obviously, seen Thank You For Smoking.  I thought that one was pretty great.  So, I figure another book by the same guy should be alright.  Besides, I’ve also heard he’s got a heck of a vocabulary, which should be good for me.

In other news, I’m tired now.  I’m going to finish watching The Wendal Baker Story.

Weezer – The how and why?

Weezer.  A band that for many people of approximately 25-31 conjures up images of middle school to high school listening to “Say it Ain’t So” while riding in a car to some destination of young fantastical (only in our minds) whimsy.  Similarly, the name Weezer conjures images of the greatness of the infamous second album, Pinkerton.  I’ve been developing a theory for the last few weeks as to why individuals of approximately my age enjoyed Pinkerton so much.  Please bear with me while I elucidate.

Weezer found a place in many of our hearts based on their first self-titled album.  The album caught us at the precise moment many of us were coming down from the Nirvana high of angst, anger and confusion.  The songs on that first album were all upbeat, all positive, all slightly-nauseating reminders of some false mental image of idealism that one has as a young person.  The most negative song on the album is “Say it Ain’t So” that describes his step-father’s drunkenness in such sweet tones that almost no one knows or remembers what it’s actually about.  It’s also hidden between songs about comimg “Undone” (whatever that means to a 16 year-old-kid), the Beach Boy’s Esque “Surf Wax America,” hanging out “In the Garage” with your friends and a “Holiday” on the beach somewhere they don’t speak English.  Any confusion caused by “Say it Aint’ So” is quickly forgotten after a healthy consideration (over and over and over) of the 38 minute album as a whole.  One is want to repeat albums many times when one is so young and impressionable.  Kids my age loved this album.  We ate it up.  It had panache.  It was catchy.  It had just enough substance to keep us listening for more than a few goes-round. I, personally, think that the Blue Album is probably one of the best albums of the 90’s.  Incidentally, I think Nirvana (who influenced Rivers Cuomo) and Foo Fighters created some of the other best albums of the ’90’s.

This first album, so goes my theory, is one of the main reasons why we all remember Pinkerton with such affection.  The Blue Album so had our attention that when River’s & Co. followed it up only 2 years later, we were ready to be filled with the joyous hook-pop we’d all been exposed to the first time around.  But, oh no, this time Rivers had a surprise for us–real emotion.  From the first song, “Tired of Sex,” the listener knows that this is no Blue Album.  Pinkerton is a dramatic shift in topic and emotion from bubble-gum rock to topics like: falling in love with a homosexual girl (“Pink Triangle), receiving a heartfelt letter from 4000 miles away (“Across the Sea“), hoping for love, instead of simply sex (“Tired of Sex“), dealing with an extended hospital stay (“The Good Life“), trying to figure out how to convince a friend to try a relationship with you (“El Scorcho“) and perhaps the most dramatic of Pucini’s operas, and in particular the abandonment of a lovely, caring woman (“Butterfly“).  This last song is, essentially, the title track of the album.

The amazing thing was that we were all unprepared or, perhaps, perfectly prepared to be introduced to these complex emotions.  Ordinarily, the album would not have caught our collective attention.  In fact, I think had we heard most of these songs on the radio, we’d have quickly turned the dial.  There was a reason that “El Scorcho” was the only single on the album.  However, it was Weezer.  This was the band we knew and loved so well from just two summers earlier.  The entire Weezer fan base collectively inserted those CD’s into their CD players and took the time necessary to listen to these complex, messy, thoughtful songs precisely because they had so loved the simple, happy, thoughtless songs two years before.  Those of us who stuck with the album for a bit realized that Rivers was a thoughtful guy, that these songs were so much better than the first album… in quite a different and previously-inexperienced way and that in the end, we would all like this album so much more than the first.  I think, years later, that we’re all listening to people so heavily influenced by Pinkerton that it’s amazing.  Bands like Jimmy Eat World and Death Cab for Cutie are precise follow-ups to both albums.  In some ways, they’re vast improvements.  How unfortunate.

The sad path of Weezer post-Pinkerton is well-known.  They’ve failed to really find a main-stream audience in almost 10 years.  My thought on this is that River’s response to the critical acclaim and lack of public approval of Pinkerton was to, first, disappear for five years.  Once Weezer finally put out a third album it was rushed and an attempt to run back to the happy innocence of the Blue Album.  We who had persisted in our love of Weezer weren’t fooled.  Next, River’s attempted some more introspection, but it still seemed cold and contrived.  To my ears, Make Believe was the closest they’ve come to Pinkerton-esque work (only on a few songs) and perhaps more importantly, the best they’ve been since Pinkerton.  Finally, the Red Album has some good things, but really falls short on multiple levels, notably allowing Brian Bell to sing.  While I think the band is, obviously, his as well it just doesn’t work for me.  The best songs on the album are the “bonus tracks” that apparently you only receive if you order the album online.  The thing these albums have in common is an inability to either find the original poppiness of the Blue Album or the heartfelt complexity expressed so eloquently in Pinkerton.  They all seem to find some middle ground, which is to say, no ground.

I have tickets to go see them, yet again.  All I hope for is for them to play all the songs from thost first two albums and “Peace” from Make Believe.  I’m sure they’ll throw in some stuff from the Red Album, I just hope its the two or three “bonus tracks” or “Heart Songs.”

What’s Wrong With You?

I was watching the Darjeeling Limited today and realized that it contains a line I always liked.  The Darjeeling Limited is, of course, a train, that is at least partially representative of the path of the characters’ lives.  The opening scene is of, presumably the main characters’ father, missing a train.  As you find out later, the father has died.  Early in the movie the brother’s train takes a wrong turn, much like the character’s lives already have, and their train must be righted.

My favorite line is uttered by Rita, an Indian woman working on the train played by the beautiful Amara Karan.

Beautiful

She has been taken advantage of (and incidentally has taken advantage of) Jack Whitman.  As he is kicked off the train, she poses a question to Jack.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Her inquiry is in response to the brother’s antics on the train up to that point in the movie.

Each of these brothers lives are off-track for one reason or another.  Jack Whitman is completely broken-hearted having just broken off his relationship with his girlfriend, played by Natalie Portman.  Francis Witman’s face and the rest of his body have been broken in a physical and visible way (he’s wearing bandages through most of the movie) by an automobile accident.  Peter Whitman is married and about to have a child, but is obviously very broken by the death of the three brother’s father.  They are also all self-absorbed, hurtful to one another and unable to cooporate.

The question posed to Jack is intentionally metaphorical and existential.  What is wrong with Jack?  Where are these brothers and what are they doing?  Each brother is lost along their spiritual journey.  Each is trying, in their own misguided ways, to find their way through this life.  Each is carrying emotional “baggage” conveniently represented by a large set of matched luggage.  The luggage previously belonged to their now-deceased father.  Each brother carries three or four pieces of the luggage.  Only when they are together is the entire set collected.  Each brother now carries a tangible small piece.  Of course, near the end of the film, the brothers must abandon their luggage in order to catch their train, no longer the Darjeeling Limited.

In a scene shortly after Rita’s question, the brothers push their father’s car out into the street during a flashback.  They inadvertently cut a large truck-driver off.  Peter yells at the driver out of the car door and he steps out of his truck in order to deliver a sound beating.  The brothers each in turn suggest, strongly that the man return to his truck.  He does.  This is the only scene, so far, in which the brothers work together.  A, relatively, positive outcome is the result.  You receive your first hint of the place in which they will find themselves.

In another of my favorite movies, De De asks Joe the same question.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know.  I don’t… know.”

In the context of Joe Versus the Volcano, the question is clearly allegorical and existential as well.  Joe‘s soul is being destroyed by his repetitive, do-nothing job as a marketing assistant for a medical supply company.  His spiritual journey requires him to attempt his own suicide before he conquers his fear of death and overcomes his lack of love for life.  Joe meets the same girl three times over, but is only able to connect with the one who is willing to help him conquer his fear of death.  I always felt that the point of meeting the same girl three times before falling in love was that falling in love does not have much to do with the other individual, but more to do with your own state of mind.  In any event, he finds his spiritual peace in the context of his near-death and remains pessimistic, but with Patricia (the third incarnation of the same woman) by his side, he has positivity that contradicts, yet accepts and loves his character.

So, I ask you… and I often ask myself…

“What’s wrong with you?”

I don’t have an answer, yet, but I think its a very important question.

Skate or Die 2

So, someone purchased me a wonderful skateboard for my birthday last year.  It was the first skateboard I’ve had since Tony Hawk signed mine sometime during junior year (1997) of high school and I quit riding it… cause it had a Tony Hawk signature on it!  Anyway, I had some good fun last summer cruising around on my little board.  I had some jumbo wheels and crazy-fast bearings.

My New Board

Deep inside, I wanted a longboard.  So, in a fit of desperation… while somewhat depressed about things I cannot disclose for fear of violating my ethical duties to my clients… I purchased a new longboard from Arbor Skateboards in Venice.  Local boys make good sorta dealio.  Basically, I gather this company started with a theme of “green” renewable resource boards and has now grown much larger than they expected.  As an added bonus, I got a sweet, super-soft bamboo fabric shirt.  Here’s a sweet picture of me (not really) in the shirt:

Unleashed

Anyway, I haven’t gotten to ride it much yet, but I have tried it out… Hopefully this weekend I’ll have a little time to play.

Skate!

Night Running

I’ve been running again.  Its been about 4 or 5 years since I really ran with any regularity.  I bought some new shoes, I downloaded some new music.  It has been nice to get back into it again.  Just tonight, I ran 4 miles without stopping.  I’ve only been running about 2 months and, for me, thats not small feat.  The uphill fight back up from the “beach” in Santa Monica is tough.  Its not much of a hill, but its steady and I run the many blocks up to my home at the same pace I ran down the hill.

Pumas

Anyway, something got a hold of me tonight and I just decided to take my run down to the ocean and, unusually, all along Ocean Avenue to Channel and back in Palisades Park.  The moon was the tiniest, orange sliver of a smile.  When I was a kid (OK, I lie, I did, tonight), I would have called it a “Cheshire Cat Smile” moon.  Except it was crazy, orange ish, hovering just over the Pacific Ocean.  It actually kinda looked like the cover of the new music I bought (see below), only orange.  It made me happy.  On the way back, I watched the new Santa Monica Ferris Wheel spinning and lighting.  That was nice too.  Sort of the comparison between one of my favorite God-made things with a very pretty man-made thing.  One North, one South just above Pacific Coast Highway.  I wish I had pictures of both to post, but I only had my iPod.  Anyway, I think those beautiful things helped keep me going.

Band of Horses

Now, I’m going to go downstairs and watch Venture Bros. on Adult Swim.  Woo!

Venture Bros.

High School Reunion

So, I had my high school reunion last weekend. Yes, I realize that’s almost a week ago. Summation: it was really fun!

Somehow once you are out of all of that angst and hormonalness… Those people you once knew really are pretty great people. I know, for me at least, the reunion was much better than the average day at high school.

I stashed what few pics I have on Picasweb.

photo

AOL Radio & Pandora on iPhone

Pandora

I just love AOL iPhone Radio and Pandora iPhone, Pandora is on the left, here.  They are both apps for listening to music on your iPhone.  I love my iPhone, as anyone who knows me will attest.  Recently, as a sort of birthday present to myself, I was considering getting satellite radio, mostly for the 80’s station(s) I could then pull in my car.

However!  With the addition of the AOL iPhone Radio, I can pull down free, streaming AOL radio from a 3G iPhone (I don’t have a 3G yet, but I’m now planning on it).  So, with a little $18 dongle thingie (I got a new non-fm-modulator, those things are all worthless in LA) I can pull in internet stations for whatever type of music/talk I’m into at the moment and all for “free.”  I, of course, use the term “free” loosely in that I have to pay some form of mobile bill, it might as well afford me other luxuries as well as allowing me to communicate remotely with, primarily at this point, my mother.

Pandora is a little more nuanced.  Basically, you put in the names of artists, songs, or composers you enjoy and Pandora plays those artists and then suggests other artists and songs and what not that you might like using something called the Music Genome Project.  This is not unlike Last.fm.  With this app, you can find new music, but you can’t really pick a genre like “the ’80’s” which is really what I wanted most of all.  So, its cool, but not as cool as just listening to random songs you know were vetted at one point by the brilliant public of the ’80s.

So, I’m excited.  It should be sweet, once I get my 3G iPhone tucked away somewhere.  In the meantime, I can use the radio on my wifi at work and at home (I’ll watch TV at home, silly).  Woo!  I’m nerd-excited, can you tell?

Work isn’t so bad…

So yeah, I had a slow month for billables.  That made work seem quite a bit better than I felt a few weeks ago.  Though, I’m sure I’ll regret it later.  We had a nice shin-dig at a partners house a week or so ago.  That was a good time.  I find that I tend to hate social situations until I am in them at which point I absolutely love them.  I gotta figure that out someday.  Anyway, here’s a pretty picture I took outside work one night late ish.

In other news, I had to take a trip home (hence the billables issue) this month.  I got to visit a Sonic (only in the airport).  I was, nonetheless, pleased.  I miss home.  Its always good to see my parents and say hey.  It was also a bit odd to “meet” my uncle’s children.  I don’t recall ever meeting them before, at least the vast majority of them.

Anyway, it was as pleasant a trip home as such trips can be.

Imogen Heap

So I’ve been listening to Imogen Heap these days.  I really forget in this world of throwaway pop, how much I simply enjoy great, poetic, picture-painting lyrics. For example:

Oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before.
They take over the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
–Hide and Seek, Imogen Heap

Its hard to describe everything those lines evoke for me, but the imagery in my mind is clear and moving.  Anyway, the album is old, so I’m hardly hip.  The album is electronic-esque, yet also very melodic and vocal.  If you care, its available at Amazon.

Imogen Heap

Nuts

I just wanted an excuse to use this picture.  I’ll probably write a real post at some point with it.

Nuts!