Sunday, March 30, 2008

Can't You Just Hear the Bee Gees?

Yesterday was spring cleaning day and I came across a cache of old photos. As though you couldn't tell from the earlier posts, I am somewhere on the continuum between nostalgic and horrified.

This is by far my favorite picture from my childhood.

This is me at my most glamourous, without even trying. I am messing around on stage after my brother's Noah's Ark play at school. It's 1981, and by the looks of my polyester vest, I am not willing to admit that disco is in fact dead.

I know that it is egotistical for me to say this, but I am a cute little kid. I'm five and I'm lanky and blonde. The eight-ounce eyeglasses won't come for another two years, and I am thrilled that I am the center of attention. Today, I am twenty plus years older and wiser, but I like to picture this person as my vibrant inner child.

Going through these photos is a solemn reminder that all history is imperfect.

I am also reminded of the antithesis to this picture. There are hundreds more photos that help me paint a much more vivid look at my past, but they will remain hidden in shoe boxes and stored in electronic memory. I may trot out one here and there to provide a more complete picture of my mad existence.

There were times that my childhood wasn't so fabulous, the depression, the rage, all quietly suppressed for years, because I was afraid to be who I was and who I am.

As more Kodak and polaroids come to light, I have come to the realization that I can't change the past. I can only hope to do better in the future. So I raise a glass to my inner child. You make me feel like dancin'.

Another of my bad hair photos


File this under my preppy-gone-mad phase.

Clean House


I was cleaning yesterday and came across several old photos. This one is particularly hilarious to me.

I really did have that hair for over a year. Nothing made my family happier than when I cut it. Still, I miss those days when I was a dirty hippy.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Fight Mannequinism or When PSAs Just Don't Work

A while ago, I heard a PSA on the radio telling me to fight mannequinism. This is a new condition caused by not volunteering and not being politically active.

A testimonial is given by a young-ish sounding male voiceover that says something to the effect of "I started noticing hard plastic on my shoulder."

Apparently, this is geared to young people to make them more politically active and engage them in more volunteer activities.

I applaud the Ad council for its efforts. The PSA is clever and provocative, but not really partisan. I would suggest however, that the Ad council fix the website. As of post time, the domain name in the PSA goes to a linux test page.

I think that the problem is the marketing is too over the heads of its target audience. For one thing, I'm a 31 year old college graduate, and I had to look up how to spell "mannequin."

On a related note, Cracked.com has an uproarious take on the world's most disturbing PSAs. There are several which are gut busters, but there are some that will undoubtedly make you squirm. Be warned.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Is it wrong to steal from News Corp?

There's an article that explains how to get to WSJ.com for free.

I'm all for free access to news, but this seems a bit shady to me. I have a soft spot for newspapers and I especially hate to see them get scammed for free access. On the other hand, Rupert Murdoch has too much money.

Still, this is access to WSJ.com, one of the most respected papers in the world. Albeit a conservative one.

found via boinboing.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Funny link for the day

With Bill Clinton in town, the Race issue, et cetera.

I was combing the Internet looking for amusement when I happened to check out the top blogs on Wordpress.

I am rolling right now because I just found a great blog:

"Stuff White People Like."

Check out my favorite post so far: #88

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Obama on America's Race Quagmire

Allen County Democrats Think Too Small

There was no room for me at the proverbial table.

I got to the Grand Wayne Center at 5:30 and was waiting in the drizzle/mist for 25 minutes, but I was cutoff with five people in front of me.

What irks me is that the "volunteers" for Hillary were stopping people and making them sign a clipboard before letting people into the convention center. This practice delayed me from getting in because I let other people sign in before me. They of course got in.

This may be a sign from the universe that I should go for Obama. It reminds me that we don't really need a third term for Bill. Voting for Hill is kind of like perpetuating the dynasty of the Baby Boom generation.

The GWCenter did provide an overflow room of "audio only" access. I left and went to JK O'Donnell's with a couple friends who were also excluded.

I found a video of Obama's race speech, well Obama's campaigned e-mailed it to me. I'm going to post it next. It's very good. It talks about the straw man of "reverse racism." This man is amazingly astute.

Bill Clinton in Fort Wayne

Okay, I'm going to this. Even if I don't make it into the building, I want to be there when a President (even an Ex Prez) comes to town. As far as I can remember a president hasn't come to fort wayne in my lifetime, except Reagan I guess during the flood.

I may not even vote for Hillary, but I want to hear what Bill has to say.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

typophile


I wonder at times why I still bother watching television as a form of entertainment.

Allow me to elaborate:

So I sit there, laptop on my lap, typing away online and finding myself irritated that I have to take a break from what I am doing on the computer to fast forward through the commercials on TiVo.

And people wonder why there's such a thing as adult ADD.

Then while combing through my bookmarks, I found a post on one of my photography/design favorites called typophile.

To be more precise: Typophile.com.

Hold me back. I am such a nerd when it comes to fonts. I love love love fonts. I can't believe that part of my job is working with fonts. Of course, my company has it's own set fonts that we use, but there is something about the artistry of fonts that gets the wheels in my head turning. It's such a collision of art, commerce, and communication. There's no other craft like fonts. We actually talked about it in my philosophy of art class.

I immediately signed up as a typophile. I have even commented on a blog or two.

I guess the summary is that what's on my computer could keep me entertained and occupied for several days, so I should more or less give up on television. There are communities online of like-minded individuals, aka fontfreaks, in which I can immerse myself.

Fifty-Five Degrees

Today the weather report on NIPR predicted 55 degrees for a high. My iGoogle homepage says it's currently 49. Either way, I am sitting at Firefly now with my laptop, gazing out the window.

I ditched my sunglasses back at the office because I wanted the pre-spring sun to sting my eyes as I squinted on the walk over.

It was a delicious kind of feeling to exit the stale climate controlled air of my office and inhale the dry late winter air. It's the kind of day you don't really get very often. Thought it's far too chilly for shorts, it's a fine day to ditch the coat.

I'm contemplating a bike ride when I get home. I might as well make good use of Daylight Saving Time.

Cheers to all of my fellow Hoosiers who have toiled through a frenetic winter. Fingers are crossing all over the state that winter is gone for good.

Campaigning

Wow, we're not just a flyover state.

AP is reporting
Obama will come to Indy saturday, but the time and place are TBA.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Isn't Panhandling Illegal?

My Gmail is overflowing with entreaties from Bill and Hillary Clinton, Terry McAullife, and Barack Obama.

It's enough to make a person crazy. And like most people would say, for me, that's an extremely short trip.

If I had money to give, I would have given it already. I'm not going to max out my Amex on a primary candidate, especially because I can't decide which one to choose. If you held the proverbial gun to my head right now, I would probably choose Obama. I think he is the stronger candidate for the majority of the vote in November at this point.

So I am not asking for a gun to be pointed at my head, just to be clear. Heaven knows I have enough problems without a death threat.

Whatever the outcome of the primary season, I hope that the candidates give me something more substantive on which to vote in the general campaign. I think McCain may very well be the worst thing for the country, a third GW Bush term. If not for his ideals, then for his scary, terrifying base. But that is not enough of a reason to vote Democratic, I need help people.

You may want money, but I want a platform on which to stake my vote.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

At the Funplex


I think I may be regressing to my adolescence.

Of course, like Rizzo from "Grease" would say, "There are worse things I could do..." I pre-ordered the B-52's new album "Funplex" from iTunes. It may very well suck, but I must must must have this. The B-52's are my favorite band of all time.

I got into Cosmic Thing and then I spent my formative years and hundreds of dollars buying their back catalog on CD and Vinyl. Well, to be honest, I only bought "Mesopotamia" on Vinyl. Here's to hoping the next album is better than that one.

Speaking of CDs and Vinyl, does anyone remember those cardboard CD longboxes? I loved those. I used to save all of them because I thought they'd one day be collectibles. I think I threw them out when I moved out of my parents house.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

The Audacity of Living History

I'm a convert to liberal politics. I grew up in a Republican household, but as environmental and social issues grew more mainstream in the 1990s, I reevaluated my presumed political beliefs. I voted for Bill Clinton in 1996. In 2000, I voted for Bush out of pure laziness. I didn't want to vote for Gore because I didn't think he had the stones to lead the nation. I still don't. Little did I know that Bush would lead to swelling government, a war funded on credit from China, and a national debt approaching 10 trillion dollars.

In 2004 I voted Kerry, and when it became clear on election night 2004 that he had lost Ohio, I smoked the last cigarette of my life, trying to use the nicotine buzz to distract myself from what I new would be the heartache of the next four years.

Now in 2008, it's highly likely that either an African-American or a woman will be the next President, something I scarcely dared to dream of during my dark closeted days of youthful leftist idealism.

Because the battle for the nomination will almost surely be more harrowing than the general campaign, I decided that I would make a concerted effort to pick the best candidate.

For years, I have admired Hillary Rodham Clinton for her work as a child advocate and then as a humanitarian First Lady. I consider myself a male feminist, so I was thrilled when she announced her candidacy and couldn't wait to vote for her. But then the notion of her 'inevitability' started permeating the public consciousness. This disturbed me. It began to seem that the Democrats didn't care about who may be the best, just who was wasting their time running against the Great Hillary.

A dear Republican friend told me that he was leaning toward Obama. He relayed that there was a populist movement circulating that was proving to be effective in winning people over from all points of the political spectrum.

I started investigating my options a little more. The knee-jerk reaction of "just vote for the b*tch" was beginning to fade as I realized that Hillary may not be able to win over as many people as someone who was a relative newcomer.

I looked online at voting records, platform statements, policy views and determined that I should probably find a more in-depth way to choose my candidate.

I decided that my best option was to get inside the heads of Hillary and Barack. One way I thought of to do this was to read the books each senator had written. I reserved them at the library and Hillary's became available first. I had unwittingly reserved the monstrous large-print edition. The nearly 900 page behemoth of a tome felt much like a burden both mentally and physically.

So began my odyssey into the life and times of Hillary Rodham Clinton, a simple bookish girl from the midwest, not to different from myself, who converted her political persuasion when she came of age. She detailed (and I do mean detailed) every period in her life. Her times at Wellesley made her into an advocate for social justice and civil rights, and her time at Yale lent her to be a congressional staffer investigating the Nixon debacle.
Her marriage took her to Arkansas and gave her a great insight into how the political system works. Her time in the White House took her around the world and helped make her one of the most admired Americans of the past several decades, if not within her own country, then on the World Stage. I finished the book after many fits and starts and finally returned it to the library.

Then I picked up the Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama. Interestingly enough, it was concise, better written, and more substantive than Hillary's saccharin glaze of her personal world view. For someone who is much younger than Hillary and has spent less time in national office, he is much more astute about people and politics. His dissertation on the myriad political problems facing the nation and the world were cogent and his proposed solutions were very much in step with my beliefs.

Obama's book is much more blatantly a campaign tool than Clinton's. Though neither openly asserts they will be running for president, Clinton's book seemed a lot more self-serving and apologetic of her past shortcomings. It seemed after reading both that Hillary was campaigning to win over tentative voters who may not like her but this is why thy should. Obama's book was much more open about his own political beliefs and proposed real solutions. His honest answers were unflinching, even though his stance would be open to refutation.

Overall, both books gave me a feeling that each candidate could be a great nominee, but only one was brave enough to put his positions out in front to be accepted or rejected by readers.

One drawback to Clinton's book is that it does not cover her future, but only her past. It also essentially stops after September 11 and doesn't even begin to touch the Iraq issue.

Obama has four to five years more challenges to answer, so he answers them. If Clinton were to have written her book at the same time, I think it's doubtful that she would have been brave enough to propose real change.

I think that with all things considered, my ballot will be checked for Obama come the May Indiana primary. As I write this, the entire primary process could give way in either direction, but after careful consideration, I would prefer the leader who is audacious enough to put his positions on the line in advance than one who apologizes for past mistakes.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Kal Penn- Obama Temple University voter registration event



UPDATE:
I like Kal Penn, I really really do, but his argument for Obama lacks any substantive issues for me. Margaret Cho was on after Kal, and she wasn't much better. Someone tell me something I don't already know.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Check your facts, people

My conservative family thinks that Obama is the devil incarnate because of lots of false innuendo.

Here's the place to check your facts.

Even after the ringing phone ad, I still consider myself undecided in the Democratic primary. However, the more people say about Obama that's distorted or outrightly false, the more I am inclined to support him.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Hillary and her red phone

This is the lamest scare tactic I've ever seen. I am ticked off at Hill for this.