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Sophie Says Sooth (2002.12.23): "Hell, that poor sheepherder didn't even get to choose his own profession. His father was a sheepherder, so that pretty much meant that he was, too. And that poor sheepherder's sister was doomed to marry whomever her parents chose and pump out babies for the rest of her life and probably eventually die in childbirth. And you think you've got problems with your family?"
Sophie Says Sooth (2002.12.16): "Did she honestly think the whole traipse around Asia thing was really going to happen? Didn't she realize that everyone talks like that, but really ends up in some sort of suburban house, driving an SUV and commuting to work?"
Matriculation Reloaded (2002.12.15): "At the bar on Friday somebody from the 970 project was surprised to find out that I have no interest in becoming one of those research prof lifers. Apparently I bore the stench of the academy to such a degree that she had to remark three times how shocked she was that I didn't care about becoming a doctor."
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Oz: The Complete First Season: "Oz walks the fine line between homoerotic soap opera for men and a quasi-realistic exploration of the power structure inside one of America's maximum security prisons. While Oz possesses a premise that would make it a definite franchise show (as well as one that would get various parental watchdog groups up in arms and out for blood), it remains the red-headed stepchild of HBO."
Juliana Hatfield / Gold Stars 1992-2002: "As interesting and important as it is, though, I never would have bought it had I not found a copy for $10 at a used record store called Nuggets in Boston. I have all of Juliana's solo records, which means I have all the would-be hits including here."
Transmetropolitan: Back on the Street: "Spider Jerusalem, despite generally coming off as a PCP-addicted version of Daffy Duck, is a very deep character in terms of moral core and values. Such is the case when Spider lashes out at the womanizing leader of the Transient community regarding his abuse of authority over the Transients and his habit of knocking up his female followers."
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San Diego Comic-con 2002: Part 1: "A lot of it sounded like standard conspiracy theory bullshit; I would like to believe him about the income taxes, though. Apparently it has something to do with the improper ratification of the 16th Amendment and taxing our privilege of earning money."
"Glamour Hose": A 14-piece photographic series from Natalie Meyer
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2002/12/26
Are you one of the people that assumed the Raelians were total crackpots? Looks like it's time to eat your hat. Raelian group claims birth of first human clone
There is a report late Thursday that a Canadian-based group will announce one of its members has given birth to the first human clone. The group has scheduled a news conference for Friday to offer details on the claim.
The Raelians, a religious cult based in Quebec, announced on Dec. 18 that the baby was expected to be born in the next 14 days.
A French news agency said the baby girl was born by caesarean section.
Brigitte Boisselier told AFP news agency that the birth went "very well."
posted at 22:28
2002/12/23
Perfectly timed to coincide with your torturous family Xmas gatherings, Sophie has all the answers for dealing with relatives that won't let you grow up. Surprisingly, it doesn't seem to involve violence of any kind.
posted at 09:45
Pitchfork went from cute-mean to bitter-mean this year and (their recent, cute Top 100 of the '80's notwithstanding) I'm pretty much done with them. Punknews gives me better news anyway. But the Pitchfork best o' list is out and it demands inspection, if only to mock its insularity. Pitchfork: Top 50 Albums of 2002
Turn on the Bright Lights was a captivating, fully-formed album, powerful enough to excuse these art-house darlings' skinny ties and terrible hair, their tired Arial packaging and concert bills. Unlike last year's hottest ticket, Interpol didn't make it on looks; by all rights, appearance was their most embarrassing aspect. They didn't make it on controversy, hype, or connections. They made it on work ethic and a killer record: Turn on the Bright Lights rearranged the post-punk icons people had been namedropping since the late 90s into an astute, agitprep debut. Interpol could have been shot by both sides-- rejected by garage rock fashion victims and the aging guardians of the pantheon-- but their seamless blend of Echo and The Bunnymen, Mission of Burma, and yes, Joy Division was a rarified treat for obsessive record collectors the world over. Impossibly young, full of shit and living the dream, these kids are lording over cool with a laundry list of influences so artfully incorporated as to dislodge any memory of their comparatively slight precursor.
posted at 00:26
2002/12/22
It's so sad nowadays, that good, honest Christians can't get a fair shake in Washington. I guess the oppressed Christian majority can just hope and pray that someday, they'll get their due representation. Lott Says He Fell Into Enemies 'Trap'
"I don't think there's any use in trying to say I'm disappointed in anybody or anything. An inappropriate remark brought this down on my head."
However, he said there were those who had been gunning for his resignation.
"There are people in Washington who have been trying to nail me for a long time," Lott said. "When you're from Mississippi and you're a conservative and you're a Christian, there are a lot of people that don't like that. I fell into their trap and so I have only myself to blame."
He wouldn't say who those political enemies were.
posted at 16:47
With Matriculation Reloaded on hiatus during the semester break, I'm going to do some more traditional 'blogging over the coming weeks. Most of it will be offered without comment, just some interesting reading material for you. Coffee, Tea, or Should We Feel Your Pregnant Wife's Breasts...
This morning I’ll be escorting my wife to the hospital, where the doctors will perform a caesarean section to remove our first child. She didn’t want to do it this way – neither of us did – but sometimes the Fates decide otherwise. The Fates or, in our case, government employees.
On the morning of October 26th Mary and I entered Portland International Airport, en route to the Las Vegas wedding of one of my best friends. Although we live in Los Angeles, we’d been in Oregon working on a film, and up to that point had had nothing but praise to shower on the city of Portland, a refreshing change of pace from our own suffocating metropolis.
At the security checkpoint I was led aside for the "inspection" that’s all the rage at airports these days. My shoes were removed. I was told to take off my sweater, then to fold over the waistband of my pants. My baseball hat, hastily jammed on my head at 5 AM, was removed and assiduously examined ("Anything could be in here, sir," I was told, after I asked what I could hide in a baseball hat. Yeah. Anything.) Soon I was standing on one foot, my arms stretched out, the other leg sticking out in front of me àla a DUI test. I began to get pissed off, as most normal people would. My anger increased when I realized that the newly knighted federal employees weren’t just examining me, but my 7½ months pregnant wife as well. I’d originally thought that I’d simply been randomly selected for the more excessive than normal search. You know, Number 50 or whatever. Apparently not though – it was both of us. These are your new threats, America: pregnant accountants and their sleepy husbands flying to weddings.
posted at 11:40
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