July 2003 Archives

neuticles

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Elizabeth Spiers is apparently now doing a daily listicle over at Gawker and feeling dirty about it—I say better Listicles than Neuticles. Someone please shoot me if I ever think, even for a split second, of doing this to my dog.

As far as I'm concerned the only good thing about Neuticles is this completely fakety mcfake account of visiting a Neuticles boutique:

One poster was of a Boxer with the line of "Neuticles put the punch back in my spirit."

Another poster of a Great Dane read, "Great Danes should always have great big ones!"

And a huge poster had a rather hussy-looking female with her paw around a studly looking German Shepherd and she was saying, "Why, I never knew he DIDN'T have a pair. Could've fooled me!" Both dogs were smoking a cigarette.

"Wow!" exclaimed my Doberman. "I've never seen so many balls before in my life!"

"Well, hello there," said a clerk who came fritting up to us. "Welcome to Neuticles of the Crystal Kennel. My name is Pierre and I'm here to help you restore your self-esteem."

sheila coronel

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Congratulations to Sheila Coronel, one of the founders as well as current executive director of the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism, on receiving a 2003 Ramon Magsaysay Awards for Journalism, Literature and Creative Communication Arts for "leading a groundbreaking collaborative effort to develop investigative journalism as a critical component of democratic discourse in the Philippines.”

Established in 1957, the Magsaysay Awards are Asia's most prestigious prize for public service. Previous awardees in Coronel's category include writers like Pramoedya Ananta Toer (Indonesia, 1995) and F. Sionil Jose (Philippines, 1980), filmmakers Lino Brocka (Philippines, 1985) and Akira Kurosawa (Japan, 1965), and musicians like Ravi Shankar (India, 1992). Sheila Coronel and PCIJ are in excellent company and very much deserve the honor.

cloupless

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Okay, okay, all of you, enough with the zillion of emails, instant messages and text messages asking why I haven't posted about last weekend's failed mutiny yet. The easy answer is that I've been in California on vacation for the past week and a half, but that's really not true because I was reading about it while it happened online and watching video streams like the news junkie that I am. The reason I haven't written about it, as I've told a few of you already, is that I'm so fucking angry about the whole thing that my post draft in its entirety would've read "stupid selfish asshole motherfuckers die die die" and I'dve had to spend at least half a day in front of my laptop trying to fit a multitude of other words in to explain why. Thank goodness for my boyfriend, who sat down and wrote this piece after we talked about the situation (italics mine):

Cloupless

Many people have said that last Sunday's mutiny was stupid because of what it did and is doing to our economy, but that the rogue soldiers who staged it were kawawa because they were manipulated by the politicians. It's a pity, they say, because Filipinos are fighting against Filipinos.

Why are they kawawa when the military, when the soldiers are given so many privileges not available to other sectors of the government? They have more benefits, they're exempt from taxes. The military, thanks to the present administration, is supreme because they are fighting terrorism, the buzzword of the turn of the century (it happened 9-11)! They receive more priority than say, education and public school teachers. These rogue soldiers said that they were quite unhappy with the way things are and they were for peace but at the same time they installed more than 10 C-4 bombs in the Glorietta area. They said that they, like other idealistic Filipinos, wanted change "nagkaiba lang dahil sundalo kami," is what one rogue soldier said, meaning they have access to guns and explosives, so they can use them. We, the taxpaying public, put these soldiers through school in the Philippine Military Academy. We paid for their weapons, we armed them so that they'll protect us and their loyalties will be to the country. Last Sunday showed us these idealistic young soliders acting like terrorists. When asked by reporters if they considered how their actions would affect their economy, the officers yelled: "What economy?"

Their grievances, if I understood what I read, were administrative in nature and could have been dealt with, as former President Ramos put it, through the proper channels. Their objectives were vague so it was not surprising that they did not win the sympathy of the people, or that the masses didn't go out into Glorietta to support them as many people did 18 years ago on Edsa when several officials demanded an end to the regime. They were uncertain of their demands and of the outcome.

This is not to turn a blind eye on corruption. I'm sure they had their reasons for demanding the resignation of several high ranking officials, as well as questioning the current managerial structure of the Armed Forces. Did they have to involve the whole country? Corruption is rampant in the country, that's an understatement. But going by the logic of these rogues, the solution to the problem is bombs (for defense only) and guns. Nagkaiba nga kasi mga sundalo sila. By having guns it seems they're armed with these rights.

So what should disgruntled idealistic public school teachers like myself do who are unhappy with the present situation and the even rampant corruption in education? Horde powdered chalk and blow it on to the students in the hopes that they have severe asthma attacks? Have several senior faculty members stage a deadly mutinous professorial chair lecture that will be televised so we can bore the whole population to death unless our demands are met?

Was their gamble worth it? Kasi in the end, setbacks again. Success or no success, we're in a lose-lose situation.

gga play

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Congratulations to Jane on the just-launched GameGirlAdvance Zine!

(Now if only Dealership would come out and play New York, like, soon.)

dog parade

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nice day out

Saturday was a beautiful day out as well as being Central Park's 150th, so we went to the park and joined the Central Park PAWS dog parade.

We had a great time and I took lots of photos—my favorite by far is the one of Jarvis with "Chris" and "Martina". I'd link to it directly but that would spoil the fun.

indyjunior

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I'm off to the Left Coast for a few days tomorrow, five days in San Francisco and another six in San Diego, so I figured it would be a good time to install Bryan Boyer's IndyJunior. It took me all of two minutes to get working, plus an hour of perfectionist fiddling to get this pretty map.

If you're in either of those cities and want to meet up, drop me a line!

Gothamist pointed out that not only is tomorrow Central Park's sesquicentennial but one of the planned activities is a dog parade and party hosted by Central Park PAWS, so for the first time in a very long time both the dog and myself will be somewhere other than in bed fast asleep at ten on a Saturday morning. Those of you with dogs and even those without (a sad state in this dog-loving city) are more than welcome to come with us!

Speaking of the Upper West Side, the website Warner Brothers put up for You've Got Mail way back in 1998 has a nice little tour of the UWS locations featured in the movie. Café Lalo and Zabar's are great but I'm a Gray's Papaya girl—$2.75 buys you one of their recession specials, two tasty hotdogs and the cold drink of your choice.

Here is the tale of a recent misadventure that began at Gray's Papaya on 72nd Street:

I went down to Gray's Papaya for a delicious and cheap recession special the other day. Afterwards, feeling very proud of myself for my discount meal, I decided to treat myself to a tasty dessert, so I crossed the street to get me some baked heroin Krispy Kremes.

Alas, on my way through the woods, I was misled by a wolf and wandered into a shoe store where I accidently purchased two pairs of shoes.

Dammit! Don't you hate it when that happens? THE END.

Alright, now back to your regularly scheduled days without posts, at least until I get more of my projects finished. Soon, my pretties, I will resume posting at full force soon.

karen allen redux

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Some of you may remember I saw Karen Allen in December. I said then, "I always get Karen Allen and Margot Kidder mixed up, or at least I did up until Kidder's unfortunate mental breakdown in 1996, at which point it became very clear to me that Allen is the one with good teeth."

I was walking to dinner tonight when I ran into Karen Allen again, this time outside Haru on Amsterdam. She was talking rather animatedly to her two friends while waiting to be seated. Right as I walked by them I heard the last line of Allen's story, which was "... and then she yelled MARGOT KIDDER!"

If you miss seeing Karen Allen on the big screen, wait till Indiana Jones IV comes out in 2005—Steven Spielberg's confirmed she will be reprising her role as Indy's ex Marion Ravenwood and shooting starts in 2004. While you wait, why not preorder the Indiana Jones DVD box set on Amazon since it's due out this November? Not only is Industrial Light & Magic making sure the trilogy looks good when it finally arrives in this century, but there's a bonus disc full of never-before-seen footage plus a movie-length documentary of the making of all three movies.

chef boyardee

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Lia: As part of my continuing quest to sample your strange native cuisines, today's lunch is Chef Boyardee Beefaroni.
Kaf: Chef Boyardee cannot be trusted. He is an agent of our enemy and deceives the children of this great land with his beefy tomato pasta. If Chef Boyardee had his way, your children would be caged.

Back to my regular posting schedule soon, hopefully, but in the meantime I will spend my days hating css, xhtml and validation.

blogathon

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Apologies to the loads of you I owe emails to, I've been exceptionally busy these past few days working on a handful of projects and haven't had the time to go through my messages or even do my usual round of reads, except for the newspapers as you see from the posts below since I'm such a news junkie. Regular posting and more about my projects to come later on in the week, but right now let me point you towards...

blogathon 2003

I'm sitting this year out as the wonderful people running the show were kind enough to ask me to be a judge for the awards, but if you have a blog, please consider participating in Blogathon 2003 on July 26th to raise money for your favorite charities.

consuelo de bobo

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Speaking of Winnie Monsod, I liked her latest column on how engineered voting irregularities in Florida handed Bush the 2000 election, especially this last bit:

Let me now state my third reason for writing about the Florida experience: Misery loves company. Reading about the shenanigans in Florida leads me to believe that there is hope for the Philippines. Look at it this way: If, after 224 years of independence and democracy, the United States still seems unable to handle corruption of this kind, and with such tremendous national impact to boot, then maybe we, with only 11 years (from Sept. 16, 1991 when the Senate rejected the US bases), or 57 years (when the US "granted" us "independence") or 105 years (since we declared independence from Spain) aren't doing too badly after all. So we shouldn't be so hard on ourselves about our failures.

Consuelo de bobo? Maybe. But at this point, I'll take whatever comfort I can get, and let pride be damned.

i love haydee yorac

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Winnie Monsod had a great column two weeks ago about graphing your degree of respect for a politician over time. I've been keeping score in my head just like she has and the only two people who started out scoring high and haven't just stayed at the same level but have gotten better scores over the years are Senator Juan Flavier and PCCGG chairperson Haydee Yorac, so it was especially sad for me to read yesterday that Yorac has been quite sick of late. She had a mild stroke in January and then surgery for a cancerous growth in her ovaries, and was back in the ICU in May with severe pneumonia and kidney problems; she's home now but is doing her third round of chemotherapy.

So I think you'll understand how it was especially amazing to read this story today: "PCGG's Yorac blocks Maceda seat in San Miguel". I thought I couldn't possibly admire or love this woman any more than I already did, and I was wrong. Forget Charlie's Angels and Lara Croft, Haydee Yorac kicks some serious real world ass—and if more young made up their minds to grow up even half as ballsy as she is we'd all be the better for it.

temperamental wars

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From James Traub's "Temperamental Wars":

Republicans have been bitterly complaining recently about the filibusters Democrats have mounted to block two of the president's nominees to the federal bench. But this obscures the historical facts. During the last six years of Clinton's presidency, the Republican majority on the Senate Judiciary Committee blocked fully one-third of Clinton's nominees to the federal appeals courts. When the Democrats regained control of the Senate in 2001, however, party leaders agreed to rapidly process all but the most controversial candidates in order to fill the vast backlog created by Republican obstruction. The judicial vacancy rate is now lower than it was even in Clinton's first two years, when the Democrats controlled Congress, and the bench is, of course, increasingly Republican and conservative.

Why are the Democrats so much more willing than the Republicans to make political sacrifices in the name of procedural fairness or of good government? Maybe Democrats are just nicer, but a more philosophical view is that liberals are committed to, are in fact bedeviled by, ideals about process that do not much preoccupy conservatives, at least contemporary ones. Liberals put their faith in such content-neutral principles as free speech, due process, participatory democracy. Is that too lofty? Then maybe we should say that today's liberals, unlike today's conservatives, don't believe in any particular set of ends ardently enough to blind themselves to the means they are using to achieve them.

fireworks

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macy's fireworks spectacular

Last night I went to watch the Macy's Fireworks Spectacular from 23rd Street and FDR Drive with Adriana and about, oh, a zillion other people.

The show was beautiful as promised but not so overwhelming that I couldn't think of better ways to spend the US $500,000 it cost while I was watching it.

(Meanwhile, last December Macy's was giving customers who enrolled in their "Thanks For Sharing" program a 10% discount in exchange for a donation of $25 to the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. What they weren't told was that only 20% of the donation, or $5, was actually going to the National MS Society—Macy's was keeping 80% of the money.)

hairspray

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john waters

"The real reason I'm praying that 'Hairspray' succeeds is that if it's a hit, there will be high school productions, and finally the fat and the drag queen will get the starring parts."John Waters (in PageSix)

I'm neither, but nonetheless thank you Mr Vista for introducing me to John Waters in high school by making all your second year classes watch "Hairspray". John Waters, thank you for making your movies, now please go make some more.

rock star pumpkin patterns

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jimi hendrix bob marley

I know, I know, I'm five months too early for Halloween, but just in case you feel like carving the faces of Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison or a few other dead rock stars into a pumpkin, The Rock N' Roll Heaven Collection has you covered.

takeru kobayashi

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"Americans are a lot bigger," he said. "If they train, I think they can do it. I think they can rise to the level of being a food-eating athlete. Until then, I will continue."

Takeru Kobayashi, the two-time champion of Nathan's Famous Hot Dog Eating Contest capable of polishing off 50 1/2 hot dogs in twelve minutes, is back in town to defend his title.

[ via The Morning News ]

tita cory watch

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"Don't let this one get away...this watch is bound to cause some comment. Get it for yourself, or give it as a gift--either way you'll be glad you got it"

I'm hoping someone buys (non-ironically, of course) this incredibly shitty Cory Aquino wristwatch so I can email them and ask why exactly they felt their lives would be incomplete if they didn't own it.

Also I want to point out how funny it is that someone not only decided that making this watch was a good idea, but that they went and picked what is probably the only frigging photograph of Tita Cory that's she not wearing yellow in.

brokers

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stereolabrat on brokers:

Brokers are filthy, filthy animals. In fact, if there were a broker in my apartment, I'd put out traps and poison. And none of that Have-a-heart shit. I'd get the kind that breaks the necks or sticky mats laced with gonorrhea. So they'll have burning, flesh-eating rashes and won't be able to scratch them because their chest hair and 40% gold chains are glued to my cheap-ass linoleum floor. Brokers give rats a bad name. And in NY, I think brokers outnumber rats 2 to 1.

Jason and Meg's experience was bad but not quite as bad when they moved here last year; meanwhile it took me ages to find my apartment just because it's hard to find buildings that allow dogs* but it was a pleasant experience because my broker was very nice and most importantly, very patient.

*Which is why when you do find a building that takes them, that building will probably already be filled with dog-owners. Not very many children in my building but we've got dogs aplenty.

name the 70s hottie

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70s hottie

Name the 70s hottie in this photo, s'il vous plait.

best brazilian songs

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More than 200 Brazilian journalists, musicians and cultural icons were asked to name their three favorite national tunes starting in 1917 when "Pelo Telefone" (On the Phone), the first Brazilian samba, was recorded by Donga. "Which is the all-time best Brazilian song?" was the question presented. Voters were told to consider among other items melody, lyrics, some historical reason, and even sentimental motives. The stunt was promoted by Folha de São Paulo, Brazil's most read daily newspaper.

If your own personal list included Tom Jobim (1927-1994), you will be glad to know that seven of Jobim�s songs made the ten most cited tunes.

Number one on the list is unsurprisingly "Ãguas de Março"; "Garota de Ipanema" or "Girl From Ipanema" (written with Vinicius de Moraes) comes in tied with two other songs for seventh place, and my personal favorite, "Corcovado", is at ninth with six other songs including Jobim's "Desafinado".

(My favorite cover of "Corcovado"? Hands down, no contest: Everything But The 's. It used to be available as a free mp3 from Amazon, but now you can only listen to a sample of it from Red Hot + Rio compilation. Gorgeous. Also well worth your time is Kevin Fanning's lovely cover of "Desafinado" which you can get for free free free at the Whygodwhy Lounge.)

ann patchett & lucy grealy

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I was almost done with the second to the last paragraph of Ann Patchett's essay "Friendship Envy" about "Sex and the City" and the complications of friendships when I put two and two together and realized the Lucy she mentions as having lost recently was Lucy Grealy, the author of Autobiography of a Face.

Patchett published a very moving profile of both Grealy and their friendship in New York Magazine three months ago, well worth a read but be sure you have a box of tissues around if you're the crying type. (I read it in my neighborhood pearl tea joint in March and I think the only thing that kept me from tearing up was the thought of how absurd I'd look sniffling while sucking tapioca balls through a large straw.)

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