Wednesday, September 29, 2010


The true artist knows exactly what to wear during these trying times.  Fall is upon us, the mornings are barely chilly, the afternoons seemingly blazing.  If I wear a jacket or sweater in the morning then I'm caught carrying that thing around in the afternoon like a freshly hunted carcass I plan to skin later.  And if I walk out the door with the afternoon Sun on my mind I'll be secretly freezing as I wait at the bus stop in the cool morning mist. 

I've never ridden a horse.  Or a motorcycle.  I reckon if I make either a horse or a motorcycle my mode of conveyance the appropriate garb will work itself out.  Imagine stables rather than parking garages.  How would we treat one another if we were all riding horses to work?

I would name my horse Victory.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

In the End

JC Recommends

I waved this one away like most new shows because most new shows are crap.  But I was wrong about this one... Scorsese is great.  Buscemi is great.  After watching episode one I can say Boardwalk Empire is great.  It's a period piece - 1920's Atlantic City during Prohibition, based on the book by Nelson Johnson.

Monday, September 27, 2010

True Grit

The new Coen Brothers' movie looks awesome.  Josh Brolin AND Jeff Bridges were made for these roles.

The Walking Dead Opening Credits

This opening credits sequence for the new AMC show The Walking Dead was made by a fan.  It is not the actual opening sequence, but it kicks all kinds of ass.

THE WALKING DEAD "Opening Titles" from Daniel Kanemoto on Vimeo.

The Shower

Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Future of the Book

The Future of the Book. from IDEO on Vimeo.

These are ambitious ideas.  Ambition is good.   But there really is no telling what people will grab hold of nowadays.  There's no good reason why these shouldn't work, BUT, but, but "good reasons" don't dictate why or what we choose to invest in (creatively) or what is chosen for us to invest in.  In this day and age the popular kids still rule the school, and if only a few people jump on board this bandwagon it simply won't be lucrative enough for these devices to exist.

But then again... Blockbuster just filed for bankruptcy.  Everything is becoming digital.  As I've been hearing lately, "it's an On Demand world now."  Google, Facebook, Twitter, what's next?  I've already proven to myself that the fastest source for breaking news is Twitter.  Consider this: The iPad was the Moon landing when it comes to how information will be available to us.  (Smartphones were Apollo missions 1 through 10.)  it would be incredibly naive to think that the concepts presented in the video above won't someday be real.  The question is when and how. 

Anyway, I like Alice.  Seems like fun. 

Music Appreciation: Ariel Pink's Haunted Grafitti

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


Required viewing: Louis C.K. Hilarious

Required. Viewing.

LINK Stream it here.


When I was a young boy I used to build robots in the basement out of things I thought looked roboty.  Old vacuum cleaners, plastic boxes, frayed wires, wheels, eyes, hearts.  While I was constructing my robots the thought never crossed my mind that they wouldn't come to life.

They never came to life.

Do we do things knowing that there is no purpose for doing it?  Are we certain that our endeavors will be fruitful?  Have you heard that no one lives forever?

And yet we still fall in love and make promises and look forward. We thumb our noses at finality.  We challenge nature's rules.  We press our luck that maybe, just maybe our robots will come to life.

Monday, September 20, 2010


Look back.

A while back I declared my choice of the best movie of the decade.  The New World by Terrance Malick.  I saw a commercial over the weekend that used this same Wagner piece and it brought me back to this beautiful, stunning, magical, enthralling, tragic, poetic film. 

I smell burnt popcorn.


This data is based on 2000 Census data.  Each dot represents 25 people. Red = white people, Blue = black people, Orange = Hispanic people, Green = Asian people. 

I wonder what the 2010 Census data is going to show.

From DCist

Detroit Lives!

Knock Knock

When I was a young boy I dreamed of secret passages and hidden doors in my house.  I wondered how to access the space between my walls so I could get to the kitchen covertly.

And then the The Matrix movies showed me how cool it could be to have doors that lead to anywhere in the world. 

If you had three doors that opened up to anywhere in the world where would they lead?

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Lester Tells of Wanda and the Big Snow

By Paul Zimmer

Some years back I worked a strip mine
Out near Tylersburg. One day it starts
To snow and by two we got three feet.
I says to the foreman, "I'm going home."
He says, ''Ain't you stayin' till five?"
I says, "I got to see to my cows,"
Not telling how Wanda was there at the house.
By the time I make it home at four
Another foot is down and it don't quit
Until it lays another. Wanda and me
For three whole days seen no one else.
We tunneled the drifts and slid
Right over the barbed wire, laughing
At how our heartbeats melted the snow.
After a time the food was gone and I thought
I'd butcher a cow, but then it cleared
And the moon come up as sweet as an apple.
Next morning the ploughs got through. It made us sad.
It don't snow like that no more. Too bad.

(via The Writer's Almanac)

Wednesday, September 15, 2010


Gratuitous Pic of Yourself Wednesday

Everything is a Remix

Part one of an excellent look at remixing, covering, copying, knocking off, and stealing other people's material and how everyone is doing it in pop culture.

Everything is a Remix from Kirby Ferguson on Vimeo.

How 'bout that.

“Cognitive scientists from the University of Rochester have discovered that playing action video games trains people to make the right decisions faster. The researchers found that video game players develop a heightened sensitivity to what is going on around them, and this benefit doesn’t just make them better at playing video games, but improves a wide variety of general skills that can help with everyday activities like multitasking, driving, reading small print, keeping track of friends in a crowd, and navigating around town.”


1,001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die

Found this blog this morning If you're someone who wants to know more about music I highly recommend you bookmark it.

Hello. My name is Liz and I know nothing about music.

You steal my Ipod right now and you've got enough music to last you...well...let's say you could get about halfway through a flight across the country.

67 songs.

What's on there? Well let's see. I have five songs I downloaded from the American Idol performances. I do love me some Adam Lambert but we're hardly talking the classics yet. We've got a series of Backstreet Boys and NSync.

Shut up. BSB is awesome.

And despite the fact I just wowed you with my awesome taste in music, I'm here to discuss my mission. There's a book out there that I've had on my shelf for years but never really touched. It's the "1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die". They start with Frank Sinatra's "In The Wee Small Hours" from 1955 and go all the way up to 2007. (List is over here!)

So here's the plan. 1001 Albums. 1001 Days. I'll listen to the whole album, start to finish, no skipping. I'll write about how I feel about the album, my thoughts about the music, my life, etc. We'll see how this goes..

On May 6, 2012, I'll have listened to the best thousand albums in history. Hopefully by the end of all this, I'll be 26 (wow...that's weird to write), and I'll have more on my Ipod than Danny Gokey and Justin Timberlake.

Pound and Thump

"No good thing will the Lord withhold from those who walk uprightly before Him."

Sure, it's a Bible verse (Psalm 84:11).  So what. Firstly, it's a verse Pastor Mark at NCC expounded on beautifully last Sunday and I'm happy to pass on (Listen or watch at the NCC web site if you want some inspiration). Secondly, it works on many different levels for many different people.

I'm talking about living a life with positive intentions and positive feelings. Something few people choose to do.  As the Beatles song goes, the love you take is the love you make. Or, if music ain't your thing, what goes around comes around.

I'm not a blasphemer. (Or a philosopher.) Even when I was a nonbeliever I was careful to show respect for all religions.  But take God out of the verse and insert your choice of inspiration. *Some would argue any substitution for God is still God, but I digress.

Think about it.  How many of you can say you walk uprightly before anything?  Or maybe you do, but don't realize it or don't know it.  I'm not talking about pride.  I'm talking about conviction.  Many years I spent doubting many things.  I distrusted people and was wary of lies and ulterior motives, but I never once thought that maybe people actually wished good things for me.  I never once thought that I deserved to be prayed for.  In my life I feel many things must be earned, so it's still difficult for me to accept that God hasn't attached any strings to His gifts.  I can't deny the possibility that there are no strings.

What if I love people and serve people and give gifts to people with no strings attached?  What if I forgave people their wrongs and continued to welcome them and give them love?  Would my actions have a ripple effect in my tiny world?  What if I let go of the animosities that I so used to love holding onto?  What would happen?  What would happen if I ignored the routines and patterns of negativity that we find so much comfort in?  Would people come closer to me?  Or slowly move away?

I've been trying to live this way for a few months now and I haven't lost any friends yet.  In fact, I have gained some.  Our life is a gift.  Consciousness is no accident. We ARE supernatural.  It wasn't until I decided to walk uprightly before God that I realized this.

Our life is a gift. 

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Monday, September 13, 2010

Kindle > iPad

@rosshero is watching you poo and tweeting about it.


Umbra (HD - 2010) from Malcolm Sutherland on Vimeo.

Heart > Brain

I wear my heart on my sleeve.  Or at least I used to.  Or I've been told a long time ago that I did.  I think I want to get back there.

I think it's time for me to start relying on my heart more.  As we're taught by so-called wiser folk, it's better to use your brain than your heart when making important decisions.  Why?

I have made life-changing, poignant, crossroads decisions with my heart. As I often say, we are the decisions we make.  It's true that not every path I chose in my life was the "right" one, but each one shaped me nonetheless.  Lately, I've been making too many decisions with my brain.  Although I have nothing to complain about, I am at risk of becoming part of my own scenery.

Transcend your surroundings.  Have an idea.  Everyday.



Friday, September 10, 2010


I would go visit my father if I could go back in time.  My young father, Jerry.  I would introduce myself as his future son and let him think it was a joke.

I'd also tell my mom to stay in school.  But if I did that I may never be born.


Thursday, September 9, 2010


I started a project six months ago.  The idea is seemingly simple: Find God everyday.  Somehow.  And then write it down.

There's a phrase I keep coming back to that I learned as a young poet in college: "God is in the details." It occurred to me that God doesn't just show up for the grand finale; He doesn't just linger in the rafters of a fancy church; and, He doesn't just show up during happy times.  As I have been told, He is everywhere.  He's in all the cliches like sunsets and baby farts, but He is also in the intricacies of a single leaf on a tree, and He is in the bad news we receive on a late night telephone call.

At first, this project was easy.  I was enthusiastic and God seemed to be dripping from every surface.  But I have learned that there are days when I can't find Him.  There are days that feel like He ain't there, or that I'm not qualified to see Him.  Of course the mere fact that my circulatory system manages to keep functioning is a miracle in itself, but I can't just write "circulatory system" every time I fail to find God.

(Honestly though, the fact that our bodies continue to power itself and produce energy is absolutely fucking amazing!)

So, what to do when I can't find God?  Keep looking.  Not seeing Him is my fault, not His.  And there's meaning behind it.  There's meaning behind everything.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Home is where you hang your

I want one of these. Seriously.

How to Build a Spaceship

The universe (aka God) notices you.  Of course, those words are too simplistic for what I believe.

I believe there is a connection between my well-being and the world.  Granted, I don't mean the world rewards "good behavior" with "good luck," although it can be perceived that way (or confused that way).  What I'm saying is I (you) move through this organic, goopy existance differently when I'm (we're) healthy and happy and aware. 

The Butterfly Effect says (in a nutshell) that a butterfly flapping it's wings in South America can cause a landslide in India.  More or less.  Everything (EVERYTHING) is the result of one big infinite chain reaction.  I'm (we're) but a speck on a speck on a speck in that chain reaction, but an important link in the chain nonetheless. Insignificant, and yet still important.

I haven't kept myself as healthy as I could have. I've been lazy.  I have no excuse.  Though I can't be too hard on myself considering I used to smoke nearly two packs of Camels a day for ten years and quit cold turkey in 2006 with no relapse.  I also hit the gym that year and lost 45 pounds.  My mind and body were good.  But I neglected the final piece of the triad: My soul.

I spent all my adult life knowing there was no God.  I was certain.  Nothing could convince me otherwise.  And I was happy.  But then earlier this year something happened.  It's hard to describe, but I had the realization that science can't dig deep enough.  I appreciate the continual journey science has been on, but I feel like it merely scratches the surface.  Albeit deep scratches, but still only scratches.

Recently, the great Stephen Hawking said there is no God.  Fair enough.  I'd like to refute that by saying the Chicago Bears are the best football team in the NFL.  In other words, the absence of evidence does not make it so.

Or does it?  I guess it depends on who you ask.

There is something going on in this world on a spiritual level.  There's magic around us.  An undefined, mysterious magic.  My (our) consciousness is proof of it.  Love is another.  Morality another.  These things are inherent and powerful.

Our lives are meaningful.  Right now you (I) should be asking, "Why is my life meaningful?"  Answer that question and God might give you a cookie.

Awesome Descriptor

"Chubby Jesus" as seen in today's Washington Post trying to describe Donal Logue's character in the new show Terriers. I guess they didn't want to say he looks like "The Dude" from The Big Lebowski.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Why iPhone?

Because Don Draper has one.  BOOM.

I Wanna Be Adored

In honor of the 50th anniversary of Dr. Marten's, The Raveonttes covered one of the greatest songs ever written: I Wanna Be Adored, by The Stone Roses.

And the original:

"Everytime I hear it it's like I'm hearing it for the first time."


The newly decorated Oval Office seems very interesting to me.

I don't know why.