time off update

quite a bit of time off work–last thursday through yesterday (tuesday). back at work and getting caught up, so this’ll be a quick one.

» thanksgiving dinner was excellent. i’ll post some pictures later–outstanding pennsylvania dutch food in large quantities, followed by a turkey dinner at home. yummo, as rachael ray would say.

» the closets are organized. i spent too much money on plastic containers, and put all the loose items in my closets into them. so much better.

» the christmas cards are in the mail. kirk and i do a custom card every year, and this year’s version is amazing (if i do say so myself). if you know me well enough to get a card, and you don’t get one, let me know and i’ll put you on my list. hint: this year’s card is round, shiny, metallic, and full of bits and bytes.

» kiki and herb’s christmas show is at the bowery ballroom this year. we have tickets–you should too.

more to come later. stay tuned.

the best $100 i spend each month

a couple of years ago i had surgery on my lower back. although surgery is often not necessary, it was in my case. unless i wanted to be a depends-wearing cripple with a metal strap around my foot and no sexual function.

and, really, who wants that?

the surgery was very successful in that i don’t wear depends, don’t limp or have pain, and jamie jr. functions well. but i’ve realized over time that i need to look at the root cause of what caused my back trouble in the first place.

recently, prompted by what i thought was some unrelated shoulder pain, i had a deep-tissue sports massage. i’d had massages before, but nothing like this. pain? lemme tell ya. searing. barely tolerable. screaming into the pillow. but the guy (gary) clearly knew what he was doing–he works on professional and amateur athletes for a living.

as an aside, i asked him how the athletes tolerate it. he said they are pretty much used to it, but the deep-tissue work he does with them is more like a 9 or 10 on a scale of 10.

my massage? it’s a 3. three? jeebus. i don’t want to know from 9, if what i’m having is a 3.

anyway, my shoulder is much better now, and the concomitant benefit is that my lower back is much better as well. who knew that all that “knee bone connected to the hip bone” crap wasn’t crap?

i’m thinking now that a lot of my lower back problems were caused by upper back stuff that manifested elsewhere. because, even though it’s an hour of near-torture, that hour of massage gets me right for a full month. great stuff.

if you are in the new york city area, drop me a line and i’ll give you gary’s contact info.

it’ll be the best $100 you spend each month, too. a bargain at twice the price.

trust me on this.

breaking news you missed

great article bemoaning the [lack of] importance of stories classified as “breaking news”, via daring fireball.

it’s true. the wedding of tom cruise and katie holmes is not breaking news.

and at the end of the article, there’s a link to a devastating article about the unsealing of a holocaust archive. from the article:

A visitor to the archive comes into direct contact with the bureaucracy of mass murder.

In a bound ledger with frayed binding, a copy of a list of names appears of Jews rounded up in Holland and transported to the death camps. Buried among the names is “Frank, Annelise M,” her date of birth (June 12, 1929), Amsterdam address before she went into hiding (Merwedeplein 37) and the date she was sent to a concentration camp (Sept. 3, 1944).

Frank, Annelise M. is Anne Frank.

She was on one of the last trains to Germany before the Nazi occupation of Holland crumbled. Six months later, aged 15, she died an anonymous death, one of some 35,000 casualties of typhus that ravaged the Bergen-Belsen camp. After the war, “The Diary of Anne Frank,” written during her 25 months hiding in a tiny apartment with seven others, would become the most widely read book ever written on the Holocaust.

But most of the lives recorded in Bad Arolsen are known to none but their families.

that’s as much breaking news as tom cruise’s frigging wedding. the holocaust story at least deserves to get a tenth of the attention that the wedding will get.

the media could spare a few moments to highlight this, really, if they could tear themselves away from cruise, britney spears, and michael richards for just a moment.

evening of planned excess

it’s not my fault, really. it just worked out this way.

tonight is the first night of beaujolais nouveau. “beaujolais nouveau est arrivé!” as the french say.

and kirk and i will be sampling tonight at le jardin bistro. we got an emailed invite from them–buy dinner and have as much beaujolais nouveau as you want, straight from the barrel.

sold.

it’s among our favorite french bistros in new york, so we like going there anyway. the beaujolais nouveau is just a bonus.

dinner is going to be followed by a late night performance by kiki and herb at joe’s pub. i’ve written a lot about kiki and herb, but my recent viewings have been in broadway and off-broadway theaters. joe’s pub is a tiny (by comparison) performance space seating maybe 200 people. i’m really looking forward to seeing them again in an intimate space, where kiki can again walk on my table and throw matches at me.

nothing like it.

and, best yet, i have the day off work tomorrow. good thing, since kiki and herb don’t even get started until midnight. but i have to be up by 2:00 or so, because we have tickets for the new bond movie, “casino royale”, at the ziegfeld. great place to see a great movie. probably the best moviegoing experience i ever had in my life was seeing “moulin rouge” at the ziegfeld. they have real red velvet curtains that open to reveal the screen, and when they parted, the movie started, and the first thing you saw was red velvet curtains parting, in the movie, to start the film. amazingly cool.

but i digress.

it’ll be a great night. more detail to come, assuming i can remember it.

fisher price technology integration

think your job is boring? think again.

from the article:

Ryan H was pretty excited to start his new job as a developer. But his excitement quickly faded after he started. It didn’t fade into apprehension, disappointment, or regret — just into nothing; he simply stopped feeling anything at all. This type of apathy is to be expected when one is given the type of assignment that Ryan was given: absolutely nothing. Ryan’s day to day job was to sit and patiently wait for the company to start up a project.

great piece of writing, this, and quite the cautionary tale. if this had been my job, i’d have headed for the hills.

by the way, in acknowledgment of posts like this, which are made in lieu of actual creativity and original thought, i have created a new category: lazy-day reposts.

hello, nairobi

i recently started using google analytics to see what i could find out about how my site is used.

to start with, let me assure you that there’s no personal info collected or recorded. it’s all just aggregated info, like how many people came from google, and yahoo, and msn, and who uses internet explorer (stop that!) versus firefox versus safari, and which pages are the most popular, and if you have flash installed and which version it is, and so on.

and there’s a section called “referrers” where i can see if a lot of people are coming from a particular site. that’s how i learned that the grey gardens site had linked to my review page.

if i had ads on this site, which i don’t and [probably] never will, it would tell me a lot of stuff about those things, too. but that’s a section of google analytics that means nothing to me.

the most interesting part of google analytics for me is the neat little map of the world i get on the front page. on this map are little dots that correlate to the location of the people who visit my site.

and i don’t get that friggin’ many, about 100 per day to be exact, more or less, so the dots are pretty distinct. i’m sure this map is meaningless to a person who ran a high-traffic site, but every one of my dots means something to me.

like my nairobi dot.

that’s right–there’s someone in kenya who visits my site. and pretty regularly, if the map is to be believed.

hello, nairobi. thanks for stopping by.

if you’re a regular visitor, and want me to notice your particular dot, leave me a comment and consider it done.

evil dead, the musical

saw the early show (7:30pm) of “evil dead, the musical” friday night.

i was slightly skeptical, to be honest, as i’m not a fan of horror films. but after reading a ny times review i was a bit intrigued, and we got a deal on tickets, and there you go.

thankfully, our seats were toward the back. the first three rows are splatter central–even though the fake blood washes out, it’s still a pain and i didn’t feel like dealing. plus, the younguns were clamoring to be splattered, so let them have the fun.

and even though i wasn’t splattered with gore, i still had a tremendously good time. the attitude of the book and the music is just right–it’s a complete parody, never takes itself or the genre seriously (and the actors don’t, either). the tunes are especially catchy and hilarious, my favorite being “what the fuck was that”.

went home humming that one. and others, too.

grey gardens-style high art it ain’t, and it’s not supposed to be. it’s just meant to be a lot of gory, bloody, funny, silly fun, and it succeeds at this wildly. we’ll probably go back at some point, and take some friends.

a nice surprise was seeing our old friend kenny working in the box office–he used to work with kirk at the westside. we like kenny quite a bit.

and afterwards we had a few (o.k. then, more than a few) at danny’s. gotta go there every chance we get, before it closes in january. i’ll miss that dump.

eucharist, and a movie

the new york times has a new daily email they call “urbanite”. i like it quite a lot; yesterday, they had a blurb about a presentation of a movie by paul festa at st. bartholomew’s church called apparition of the eternal church that sounded fun. all i knew was that it was named after a strange and rarely-performed classical piece written by messiaen for the pipe organ, and it had justin bond of kiki and herb and john cameron mitchell of hedwig and shortbus. and also that the strange and rarely-performed classical piece would be performed on the church’s pipe organ (the largest in nyc) after the movie.

i love me some pipe organ. it’s the only reason i go to the radio city christmas show every year–to listen to the dual duelling pipe organists before the show.

good enough for me. i got tickets.

so i buy my tickets, and in the process i discover that st. bart’s is an episcopal church. who knew, and me episcopal and all. and we had time to kill before the 7:30 movie start time, and they had a 6:00 eucharist.

hence, eucharist and a movie. actually it was quick dinner at lou’s cafe, eucharist, and a movie.

this is what my life has come to. big night on the town for jamie. woo-hoo. it’s a blowout. church, followed by church.

anyway.

the movie itself was fascinating. various people, famous and not famous (infamous?), put on headphones and listened to the piece. and described in words what they heard, and felt. you couldn’t hear the piece yourself, only the words of description.

and only at the end of the movie did you get to hear the piece itself. it was a brilliant setup–a perfect way to get at the meaning of a piece of music without being intrusive on the piece itself.

and the stories were funny, moving, stirring, wistful, frightening, hopeful–the gamut from a to z, or a to at least q or r.

i bought a great t-shirt with the movie info and a picture of miss kiki du rane on it, along with the dvd of the movie. it’s not likely to play in your town–it’s a small movie without any real distribution–but if you can get a copy it’s well worth the trouble and expense.

the performance afterwards? a bit disappointing, to be honest. the people in the movie, who were wearing headphones, kept talking about how loud it was, and how they could feel the notes in their spine, and all. and while the organ was powerful, i kept wanting the volume to be louder. i didn’t get blown away.

i love the piece, though. it’s all sustained notes and harmonics that build on each other in a fascinating and disturbing way.

i’ll definitely be getting a messiaen cd, and putting on the headphones.

freedom

i swore i’d never embed a youtube link on my site, but this one is just too good to pass up. it was made before the election, and with the exception of the ned lamont bit, it turned out to be remarkably prescient.

brilliantly assembled, set to an outstanding george michael classic, and guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.

unless, of course, you are loyal to the minority party.

wow, it’s good to say that.

news alert 1, and news alert 2!

news alert one just hit my email inbox: Tester defeats burns for the montana senate seat. great news, but not unexpected.

news alert two followed two minutes later: rumsfeld to resign.

damn! damn! finally we’re getting somewhere!

some facts about the new order

some random thoughts, blatantly stolen from various uncredited sources this morning:

karl rove was the mastermind of the largest electoral setback for republicans in quite some time. go karl. not such a wizard now, dude.

america’s message to george w. bush: shut the fuck up.

this is the first morning in the long march toward eliminating the evil influence of christian evangelicals in this country. christians like me are no longer going to stand for their nonsense.

the power has shifted from the south of america to the coasts, with a sprinkling of midwest for good measure.

not that i ever would have, but i’m glad i didn’t move to canada. if you actually did move to canada, shame on you. but you should come back now.

lost in the noise of this election: katrina. let’s not continue to forget it.

assuming that the democrats’ lead in virginia and montana senate races holds, the democratic party will have pitched a shutout. actually, make that a near-perfect game, except that they walked senator-elect bob corker from tennessee.

the country’s message to democrats: clean up the mess. be sensible. don’t overreach. you have a mandate for change, but it’s limited in scope.

gay marriage ban defeated in arizona

there is so much to celebrate this morning. the house has returned to democratic control, and, much more improbably, there’s a good chance the senate will too.

but the news i’m cheering the most is from arizona. that very republican state became the first state in the country to reject a gay marriage ban.

the importance of this cannot be overstated. combined with much narrower majorities passing gay marriage bans in other states, and with the court decision in new jersey, it looks like we may have turned a corner in the battle for marriage equality.

my sense is that many arizonans possess that western conservatism, that libertarian-ish barry goldwater-like streak that says “stay outta my private life”. and those people combined with the social liberals to provide a majority to defeat the gay marriage ban.

there’s a road map there, and a great lesson for those in the marriage equality movement. that’s a winning argument that can be duplicated elsewhere. the dynamics of this victory will be, and should be, studied to an infinitesimal degree of precision. every nuance of meaning needs to be extracted.

and you combine the arizona victory with the defeat of the anti-abortion law in south dakota, and the passage of the stem-cell research proposal in missouri, and you have a formula for driving nutty evangelicals, well, nuttier.

it’s a good, good, morning in america.

rev. ted haggard to undergo reparation therapy

did you see this coming a mile off, like i did?

i know he’s a hypocrite, and i know he’s done irreparable damage to gay rights through his support of anti-gay initiatives, and i know he’s a liar, and a scumbag, and every other pejorative word you could come up with.

but today i read that rev. ted haggard will evidently be subjected to reparation therapy as part of his “recovery process”.

and his therapy will be supervised by Focus on the Family founder James Dobson.

that’s not something i’d wish on my worst enemy, really, even though rev. ted haggard comes as close to my worst enemy as anyone does.

from the article:

The counseling process, called restoration, could take years, said H.B. London, vice president for church and clergy at Focus on the Family, a Colorado Springs-based ministry.

“I think it may be more in helping to set the requirements of the restoration, set the ground rules,” London told The Associated Press.

they may call it “restoration”, but that’s just a code word for ex-gay therapy.

i’m going to pray for ted haggard. i’m going to pray that he finds the strength to become whoever he is, honestly, deep in his heart.

i suspect that deep down there he’s a gay man. i hope someday he can face that truth, and be comfortable and happy with it.

i have a feeling, though, that all this therapy will “cure” him, and he’ll end up being as deeply unhappy and repressed as he is now.

update: rev. james dobson has withdrawn from the team. the reparation itself continues.

steve reich’s “the cave”

i saw a performance of this work on saturday–the ny times had a great review (free registration required). according to reich, it’s a “documentary video opera”. sounds dense, you say?

it’s not. and it was surprisingly engaging and enjoyable.

kirk was the assistant stage manager for touring “cave” performances for a while, so he was familiar with the piece (though until saturday, he’d never seen it from an audience perspective). he’s been going on about it for a while, so when it came to nyc as part of steve reich’s 70th birthday celebration, we got tickets.

the three-part “opera” asks (in turn) jews, muslims, and americans/christians five questions: who is abraham? who is sarah? who is isaac, who is ishmael? who is hagar? the answers go a long way toward explaining why there’s still so much tension in the middle east.

there are five video screens showing snips and clips of interviewees’ responses, and there’s an orchestra, singers, and a performer “playing” a computer keyboard that puts relevant bits of scripture (the torah, the koran, and the bible) up on the screen, underpinning the answers. the answers aren’t linear–the responses are edited down to one or two words–and the meaning comes from the repetition, and your assemblage of the clips, the chanting, the scripture, and the music into a narrative thread in your mind.

i admit to a large degree of complete ignorance on this subject. i barely even knew the basic story, so i learned quite a bit of fascinating info from this piece. i won’t bore you with vast detail, but here are some very salient points:

abraham’s first wife was sarah, and his first-born son ishmael was born not of sarah, but of her handmaid (sarah couldn’t conceive). isaac, abraham’s son with sarah, came later (guess she could after all). this is oversimplifying matters, but jews descend from isaac and muslims from ishmael. four thousand years later, jews and muslims are still fighting battles over holy sites (such as the site of the cave where abraham, isaac, sarah et al. are buried) because of the complications that ensue. jews claim primacy because sarah was the first (and legitimate) wife. muslims claim primacy because ishmael was the first born son.

reich’s piece underscores how immediate this still is for jews and muslims–for them, the four thousand years might as well be yesterday. most westerners can’t imagine this concept, a point which the third act makes.

and to complicate matters, there’s the story in scripture of abraham’s abortive sacrifice of his son on an altar at god’s bidding. the torah says that this son was isaac. the koran says that this son was ishmael.

it’s no wonder there’s so much conflict. but “the cave” itself makes you really understand how sticky and intractable this situation really is.

i can’t stop thinking about it. “the cave” is presented intermittently, and is well worth seeing if you get the chance.

kristen hall, not kristin hall

good lord. ever have one of those moments when you wonder just how much more embarrassed you could possibly be?

I’m having one of those now.

i’ve been blogging (blathering, really) for years about how much i love kristin hall. about how kristin hall is my favorite artist. about how i want “peaches” by kristin hall to be played at my funeral. about how my favorite two cds by any artist of all time are “fact and fiction” and “be careful what you wish for”. and about how high my gooogle ranking was for kristin hall related searches.

blah, blah, blah.

and now i realize that i have been spelling her name wrong. for at least two years on my site.

it’s kristen hall, idiot.

i really don’t undertand how i did this. i’m a fanatically accurate speller, especially of names. i used to be rain man with names when i was a yearbook adviser. I could blow students away with my memory of who was carrie versus cari versus kerry versus cary. i could spell 12-letter polish names with ease.

it’s no wonder “kristin hall” got me so many google hits. everyone else was spelling her name correctly, and i was getting the spelling-challenged crowd to visit. and the worst part is how many times i linked to the kristen hall website and never noticed the “e” versus the “i”.

not to mention how many times i’ve looked at cd covers.

i’m sorry to have propagated this misspelling.

i’m an idiot.

hopefully this posting will somewhat mitigate my past misdeeds. and i’ve edited all the pages (and the site category) to correct the spelling.

it may seem i’m making a mountain out of a molehill. but writing this is a process–it’s a reminder to myself to be more humble about my abilities.

and to not take anything for granted.

to think about when voting

two stories you may have missed:

andrew sullivan writes about the deliberate u.s. pullout from an area where a u.s. soldier is being held captive. does this not pretty much define “cut and run”? if this happened under the watch of a sitting democratic president, the hue and cry would drown everything else in the media. why is this not a bigger story?

from the story:

under this commander-in-chief, the U.S. military has both practised torture and abandoned a missing soldier in action. The commander-in-chief has ultimate responsibility for both decisions. he is directly responsible for betraying the honor of the armed services he is duty-bound to lead. So is Rumsfeld. So is Cheney.

and in today’s new york times (free registration required to view), a story about how the government put documents on a public website that comprise directions on building nuclear weapons.

from the story:

The documents, roughly a dozen in number, contain charts, diagrams, equations and lengthy narratives about bomb building that nuclear experts who have viewed them say go beyond what is available elsewhere on the Internet and in other public forums. For instance, the papers give detailed information on how to build nuclear firing circuits and triggering explosives, as well as the radioactive cores of atom bombs.

“For the U.S. to toss a match into this flammable area is very irresponsible,” said A. Bryan Siebert, a former director of classification at the federal Department of Energy, which runs the nation’s nuclear arms program. “There’s a lot of things about nuclear weapons that are secret and should remain so.”

gee, i thought the whole republican thing was that “the adults would now be back in charge”.

that may change, assuming we can all get our votes to count, which is certainly somewhat in doubt.

grey gardens ny times rave review

well, to be honest, ben brantley’s review has a couple of quibbles. one about the length of the first act (i get what he’s saying, but it doesn’t bother me) and one about the actress portraying young little edie in the first act (i disagree; i think her performance is a perfectly understated complement to christine ebersole’s second act tour-de-force).

but, at any rate, you can call it a rave.

from the review:

The wit, exact detail and, above all, compassion with which Ms. Ebersole infuses each of her numbers as Little Edie are ravishing. Even dancing like a drunken U.S.O. entertainer from World War II, flapping flags as if they were flyswatters, this Edie is never merely ridiculous. And when her voice goes pure and girlish for the show’s most conventionally pretty numbers, she becomes the frightened, resentful and perversely hopeful child that persists in everyone, longing for parental approval and the sanctuary of a real home.

There is another phrase, by the way, in addition to the immortal “da-da-da-da-dum,” that I can’t get out of my head. This one is two words, “Oh, God,” and Ms. Ebersole sings them in her climactic number, “Another Winter in a Summer Town,” with a layering of despair, rebellion and surrender that becomes a heartbreaking epitaph for an entire life. Watching this performance is the best argument I can think of for the survival of the American musical.

you might as well engrave “christine ebersole” on the tony now.

this thing is here for the long haul. do yourself a favor, and get yourself a ticket. this is a performance that, in future years, you’ll brag about having seen.

fake steve is [not] john gruber

so out of boredom i made an anonymous post to a thread on the “fake steve jobs” site.

wherein i hypothesized that fake steve was john gruber, of daring fireball fame.

it’s an idle guess, but one that makes a bit of sense. to me there’s always been an east coast vibe behind the west coast veneer. and john gruber has been putting up a lot of links to the “fake steve” site. the writer of the site would have to be a knowledgeable mac insider, and gruber certainly qualifies.

i’m probably way wrong. i don’t think that whoever fake steve is would have approved my anonymous comment if it was on target.

or would he? or she? hmmmm.

nevertheless, it’s a fun guessing game about a very fun site i check out regularly.

cringe-worthy zune tv commercials

the zune is microsoft’s answer to the ipod, and it’s coming at you sometime in november.

if you do a bit of research, you’ll see that the ipod’s dominance is probably not at all threatened by this ill-conceived electronic gadget. microsoft will sell quite a few at the expense of the market share of ipod’s comeptitors, but not at the expense of ipod’s own market share.

which is about 76% of portable music players. an unheard-of market share.

anyway, microsoft’s latest salvo in the ipod wars are the tv commercials revealed here at youtube. microsoft is trying really hard to be hep, and down with the younguns, and all.

i’m sure they’ll flock to the stores after seeing dog scratch. nothing to put you in the mindset of spending $250 on a brown (!) music player than watching a dog nose its privates.

whatever.

you’d be much happier spending $29 on a refurbished ipod shuffle. that’s what i did today.