29 January 2009

New Artist Alert: Empire of the Sun

Empire of the Sun are an Australian electro-pop duo. They follow closely in the vein of MGMT, from their melodic tunes and girlish vocals right down to their elaborate costumes. Even their videos seem absurd in a way that's vaguely reminiscent MGMT's "Time to Pretend." Only difference is Empire of the Sun seem to overly indulge in "exotic" cultures to the point that it seems borderline racist. You're white, guys. Get over it.


Empire of the Sun - Walking on a Dream (mp3)


Empire of the Sun - We Are the People (mp3)

25 January 2009

Not the next Albany travel log.

Yeah, no log. But there is this!

What do you do when you don't want to do what's next? He sat at the plastic table on his patio. Hot ground beef, formed into two patties, grilled over charcoal, lay on a plate. The steam from the burgers clings to the edges of his glasses. He does not notice. His wife steps outside holding two beers, a salad, buns, plates and other fixin's, as she likes to call them. She was smiling until she noticed his brow, folded into a corrugated forehead, drenched in thought.

“Hey,” she says, holding up the beers, “I picked these up at the supermarket, they're Belgian... I think. I've never seen them before.”

He exhales a “Huh.” With just the slightest movement of head and eye to show that he recognizes her presence.

“No cheese?” she asks.

“We ran out.”

“Well, I was just at the store and I could-”

“You would think that I would be used to this.”

“To what?” she asks while sitting down, placing the plates and opening the beers simultaneously.

“To eating food once it's cooked,” he sighs and lifts his eyes from the burgers to her. His glasses clouded to the point where eye contact becomes impossible. She continues staring, expecting the rest of the thought, as if that one were not complete and self-contained. Twenty seconds pass without a word exchanged. She finally breaks the silence. “What?”

“I feel like I'm only going to eat these because they're cooked.”

She continues to stare, “Are you not hungry or are you having an existential crisis?”

He is sure that he was never asked that question before. “Fuck it, let's eat.”

“No, no. What do you mean? Did you not cook these because you were hungry?”

He assembles a burger with too much horseradish mustard. “I was... am hungry. That's not the problem.”

She sips at the beer without breaking the now possible eye contact. Her intention was to stare at him until he spoke, but her face scrunches into a ball when her brain registers the taste.
“Ugh, too much hops. I can't drink this.”

“I'll drink it. Pass it here.” They pretend to wrestle over the beer. Eventually he wins, takes a sip and lets out an overproduced Aahhh.

She leans back in her chair, smiling. He can't think of anything to say. Neither can she. Another few moments pass and she reaches for a bun.

He starts, “My mind keeps falling into grooves, familiar thoughts, worked and reworked. And it's- and it's like... Christ, like if these thoughts were a physical, circular path, I would have worn down my feet to nubs and dug a trench several feet deep. And every time I notice I'm in this path I can just get out, climb on out. But the deeper it gets, the more familiar, I worry that the day will come that I won't be able to get out without a ladder, or non-metaphorically, anti-psychotics.”

All she can manage is a “Hmpf” and proceeds to assemble her dinner. He takes some salad and leans back in his chair, one arm on the rest, the other slowly pouring beer into his mouth. His eyes twinkle like an eight-year-old's might after getting into some mischief.

She looks up, “You know you're not crazy. Stop being such an ass. Is this life not interesting enough for you? Do you have to live in fantasy?”

“Sometimes it's not enough,” he regrets the statement before he says it but does so anyway. “I mean- this isn't about you.”

“No of course it isn't.” she heads into the house and comes back with a bottle of wine and a glass.

He watches her pour a glass. The red splashes and sloshes, a drop jumps out onto the table. The antisocial group of molecules that don't want to be like the others, and maybe it's not desire, maybe it's pure physics. Maybe the entire history of time was a story leading up to and flying past that one droplet proving to be unique from the rest of the wine in the glass. His mind has jumped back onto a well worn track, the scenery familiar and perhaps comforting.

He says, “You know every year, almost all the atoms in your body are replaced with new ones.”

She drinks from her glass.

He continues, “So we're not the same people we were last year. We're not the same people when we woke up this morning. Our physical makeup has been altered considerably since we sat down.”

She continues drinking, refusing to come up for air.

“It's no wonder people change. We're destined, preordained, to change and reinvent. It's the human condition.”

She finishes her glass and breathes deeply. “Are you asking for a divorce?”

He stares for a second. “What? No. Jesus, no. Why? I wasn't at all-” At that moment he noticed a sadness and determination in her eyes that he's never seen before. His beer fizzes quietly, releasing carbon dioxide into the air, but for some reason they can both hear it.

20 January 2009

Sex and the Cyber City: Is It Possible to be a Cyber Hoe?

After a week of being on "matches.com", I have been viewed 517 times. I have also concluded that this site has given me a huge ego. So huge that I am at times tempted to send people one of the many rejection e-mails "matches.com" has pre-made in case someone loses their voice. But, I don't. I'm scared the rejectee may have not lost their voice.

"Thanks for writing to me, but unfortunately, we're just not a good match. Good luck in your search."
Now instead of having one match, I have 26. Such a slut, I know. It's good, though. If I do decide to meet them in person I will always have another person to meet in case the previous guy somehow altered his online profile photo. That may happen soon. Guys are already giving me their e-mail addresses, phone numbers, and aim screen-names.


From: jimmy31266 (jimmy31266@talkmatch.com)
To: iluvfilms (iluvfilms@talkmatch.com)
Date received: January 8, 2009
Subject: hi
hi how are you i know i am out of yuor age range that you were looking for buti would really like to talk with you i hope to hear from you contact me at hunter6006 @yahoo.com i will except you on yahoo im jimmy

jimmy31266
42-year-old manOld Bridge, NJ, US
Seeks women 18-40
Active within 24 hours


I honestly don't know what to do. I'm running out of excuses. It's not like I don't want to meet them. Some of my regulars have caught my attention and we clicked via e-mail (the one provided by "matches.com" of course). I'm just scared. What happens if his profile was fake, or he's dumb, or worse of all he has really bad B.O. and stinky breath?! I can't just run away from the guy in the street. He might call out, "Hey Gisel from 'Matches.com,' where are you going?!"

That would be embarrassing, even if they don't know my real name. Because of that non-irrational fear I have yet to give guys my cell number or actual e-mail. But one guy did manage to find me on Facebook (Out of all places, it had to be Facebook). Apparently, we met at a bar--at least that's what he told me via e-mail. I didn't believe him until I cleaned out my desk drawer and found his business card and matched it against his "matches.com" e-mail and Facebook e-mail. Maybe I don't have tolerance for alcohol. I apologize.

Some guys are also asking me for this blog address. That of course will never go down. The "hoochie hoax" would be no more.

My conclusion: I should stop whining and man up. I should meet the few guys I did manage to impress (actually, they've impressed me). And see once and for all if dating online is plausible for the young hipsters, like my friends... I am no hipster. I can also get free drinks in the process. So tonight I give out the number, right before t-mobile disconnects my service.

What about the guy I spoke to before at the beginning of this process?

He mentioned his ex-girlfriend, so we are so over.


-Aileen Awesome

18 January 2009

Follow the Leader! goes to Six Six Sick

Six Six Sick is a weekly electronic dance party at a lounge in the Lower East Side. We've gone there a few times and it's never anything less than a blast. Did I mention there's no cover and free vodka?

THE RUNDOWN
Date:
Tuesday, January 20th to Wednesday, January 21st.

Time: 10 PM to 4 AM.

Location: Happy Endings
302 Broome Street
Downstairs
Manhattan

Price: Free.

Drinks: Free vodka cocktails from 11 PM to 12 AM; $3 Pabst Blue Ribbon; I've never tried to sneak in booze, but it seems like it would be pretty easy.

Music: DJs Micprobes and Peter High spin sets heavy on the electro with some pop and funk thrown in for good flavor. A few of songs I've heard there are...

Madonna - Into the Groove (Sidechains remix)
MGMT - Kids
S.O.S. - Take Your Time

Crowd: A mix of young hipsters and Euro-trash; free booze means they're drunk as Hell, but doesn't ensure that they'll dance; downstairs tends to be a fire hazard as midnight (i.e. last call for free vodka) approaches; after that the crowd thins out a little, but things never really die down; in the off-chance that the lower level doesn't please, just walk upstairs to Disco Down on the ground level and discover a whole 'nother party.

ID: 21+, but they are more harsh with guys; the first time I went Olek almost didn't get in because the photo on his ID was taken ages ago and doesn't really look like him anymore; on the other hand, Kat was using a friend's ID and got in no problem; government issued only.

Coat Check: They have it, but I'm unsure of the price; every time I go I just stay my stuff into these seating-area cubicles--you'd understand if you had been there before.

Directions: F train to Delancey; walk four blocks West on Delancey until you hit Eldridge; walk one block South to Broome; turn East on Broome; Happy Endings is near the corner; it still has the red awning of the location's former Chinese massage parlor.

Pregame: Lazy Catfish
593 Lorimer Street
Brooklyn
Free Pabst Blue Ribbon from 8:30 PM to 10 PM.

A few photos from last time:



13 January 2009

Israel vs Hamas

[Reading music: U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday
U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday (Radiohead cover, live)
U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday (Evergreen Terrace cover)]

Today the conflict between Israel and Hamas in the Gaza Strip entered its 19th day and, though there has been little talk about it amongst our friends who seem to be too busy partying/schooling/being ill to consider the issue, I thought it was important to give you an update on the situation and my own thoughts on an often vehement argument.

Timeline
(Please note that the present conflict between Israel and Hamas has a very specific historical context that can be traced back to at least the 1940's and should be taken into consideration when examining the current situation. Not doing so would be like trying to follow an episode of Frisky Dingo without having seen the whole show--fucking impossible.)

December 27th - 28th, 2008: In retaliation for prevailing rocket fire on Southern Israel originating from the Gaza Strip, Israel begins "Operation Cast Lead" and launches a series of aerial strikes against targets in the Strip, including paramilitary bases, training camps, underground rocket launchers, Hamas headquarters, government offices, police stations, mosques and roads. Hamas responds with increased rocket attacks on cities in Southern Israel.

December 29th: The Israeli Air Force continues its attacks on Gaza, targeting a university, a government building and a refugee camp. Gaza's maintains its rocket fire response. Israeli infantry begins to gather on Gaza's border. The Israeli Navy begins taking part in the operation, enforcing a blockade, attacking Hamas ships and bombing Hamas offices and headquarters on Gaza's coast.

December 30th - January 2nd: Israeli air strikes continue with attacks on ministerial compounds, university buildings, the residential homes of Hamas' leadership, smuggling tunnels between the border of Gaza and Egypt and a number of ambulances. Israel's blockade is eased to let humanitarian aid enter Gaza. Hamas' rocket fire continues. Israel rejects petitions from the international community for a ceasefire. Hamas claims it is willing to accept any ceasefire that ends Israeli air strikes and the blockade.

January 3rd: Air strikes destroy the homes of more Hamas officials, a mosque and a school. Hamas' retaliation continues. Israel begins using artillery strikes and ground forces cross the border into Gaza. This marks the second stage of "Operation Cast Lead," which is to secure areas of the Strip from which rockets have been launched.

January 4th: Israeli troops surround Gaza City and Israeli artillery strikes a school, market, ambulance and homes. One grave incident that stood out amongst the violence is the rounding up of 110 Palestinians (mostly women and children) by Israeli soldiers into a condemned building, which is shelled 24 hours later.

January 5th - 7th: As swathes of the Gaza Strip are seized by Israeli troops, Palestinian civilians flee their homes and flood into Gaza City. Phase three of "Operation Cast Lead" begins with Israeli troops engaging Hamas troops in the streets of Gaza City. Israeli air strikes continue, attacking ambulances, a refugee camp, residential structures, and both UN schools and convoys. Rocket strikes on Southern Israel continued. An extended family with about 100 members is ordered by Israeli troops to gather in a home that is later shelled, leaving between 60 to 70 dead. Amongst continued fighting, a three-hour, mid-day ceasefire allows desperately needed humanitarian aid to enter Gaza. This ceasefire becomes a daily routine, although it is not strictly adhered to.

January 8th: Amongst continued fighting in Gaza, unknown militants fire rockets from Lebanon upon North Israel.

January 10th: The Israeli military reports that Hamas' fighting force is suffering from exhaustion and troops are beginning to desert. Rocket fire on South Israel ceases.

January 11th: Retaliatory rocket fire on South Israel begins once more. An Israeli patrol on the Syrian border comes under attack from unknown forces.

January 12th: Fighting between Israeli paratroopers and Hamas soldiers continues around the Gaza Strip. President Bush sounds like a redneck douche bag when claims that Israel has the right to defend itself, but hoped that it "continued to be mindful of the innocent folk."

The Wrongs

Hamas:
- The latest conflict was ignited by continual rocket fire from the Gaza Strip onto Israel. Hamas claimed these rocket attacks were due to Israel's severe blockade of the Strip, but Israel claims that the blockade was a response to earlier rocket fire. It's like which came first, the chicken or the egg? Except with rockets and blockades. Although Hamas denied responsibility for the initial attacks, it also refused to patrol the border with Israel, leaving Israel little choice but to enforce sanctions or respond militarily. It tried the first, and when that didn't work work it tried the second.
- Although many people sympathize with the Palestinian people's "David and Goliath" battle against Israel, it should be recognized that the people of the Gaza Strip democratically elected Hamas, a radical, Islamic paramilitary organization and political party which maintains that Israel does not have the right to exist. Until Hamas recognizes that Israel already exists and that there is no way to expel Israel from the region, the group will not be internationally recognized. Fatah, the secular Palestinian political party currently in control of the West Bank, has come to terms with Israel's presence and, though their relationship remains thorny, has a much better chance of bringing both peace and a proper homeland to the Palestinian people. Hamas should do the same or the Palestinian people should vote them out of power.

Israel:
- Although I agree that Israel has a right to defend itself (Put yourself in their position: What would you do if Canada was lobbing rockets at New York?), they have definitely taken this too far. They broken a number of international laws by intentionally attacking media institutions, medical compounds, humanitarian aid organizations and civilian structures. They have barred journalists from Gaza despite rulings from their own courts stating that to do such is illegal. They have been accused of using white phosphorus in questionable military circumstances. They have turned the Gaza Strip into a humanitarian nightmare. A number of countries have considered taking Israel to court of war crimes and human rights abuses, but it is dubious whether this will amount to anything. Worst of all is that Israel may not accomplish any of their goals, which is ending the rocket fire and disabling Hamas. As of now, rocket fire has not ceased. On the contrary, Israel is finding itself occasionally besieged on new fronts, such as Syria and Lebanon. As for Hamas, this operation has been so overwhelmingly and indiscriminately violent that even if Hamas is disbanded, it is likely that popular resentment amongst the Palestinians will only give birth to another radical group bent on destroying Israel. The only possible victory for Israel in this situation is for the Palestinian people to acknowledge that radicalism will only bring them more hardship and that they should reject Hamas if Hamas continues to reject Israel. But that's akin to Israel shaking up a bee's nest and expecting the bees to go and vote for a new queen instead of stinging Israel in the ass.
- Israel could also stop being such a douche bag to the rest of Palestine (i.e. the West Bank). Although it has repeatedly agreed to curtail the building of illegal settlements in the West Bank, extremist Israeli settlers continue to clash with Palestinians on land that has been acknowledged by both the Israeli government and the Palestinian National Authority to be Palestinian land. Also, they have yet to return the border with the West Bank to its pre-1967 condition. Unless Israel gets a handle on its own radical citizens and shows some good will, they risk the Palestinian people losing faith in the two state solution and, thus, in Israel's right to exist.

12 January 2009

Follow the Leader! goes to Mondo

Mondo is a bi-weekly indie dance party at a lounge in Tribeca. We were there two weeks ago and had a pretty good time.

THE RUNDOWN
Date:
Friday, January 16th to Saturday, January 17th.

Time: 11 PM to 4 AM.

Location: Don Hill's
511 Greenwich Street
Manhattan

Price: $5 regular; $3 with flier; free if someone gets inside and snatches a bunch of special fliers.

Drinks: $4 Pabst Blue Ribbons; $3 house rum cocktails; the prices aren't prohibitive, but it's retardedly easy to sneak in your own booze and a deli is conveniently located around the corner.

Music: Seemingly impervious to the deluge of electro taking over most dance parties, Mondo's DJ Theocracy, Dr Maz, Kevington and Miss Modular belt out indie pop, rock and retro favorites; a few of the songs we heard last time were...

Black Kids - I'm Not Going to Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You
Cut Copy - Lights and Music
MGMT - Time to Pretend

Crowd: Mostly 20-something year old, white hipsters that dance funny but, admittedly, dance hard; though Mondo starts at 11, last time we were there it really didn't get going until around 12:30; don't expect the claustrophobic conditions of a TMJ party; there's space to dance, sit, talk and, most importantly, breath.

ID: 21+ and they are pretty serious about it; government issued only; they scan your ID and take a photo of you so if you manage to get a friend's ID make sure they haven't been to Don Hill's before.

Coat Check: ~$3, but it's completely unnecessary if you manage to get there early and snag a seating area where you can stash all of your stuff.

Directions: E train to Spring Street; exit at Spring and 6th Ave; walk West on Spring until you hit Greenwich Street; Don Hill's is on the corner.

Pregame: ?; leave suggestions in the form of a comment.

A few photos from last time:



11 January 2009

New Artist Alert: DiscoTech

DiscoTech are a trio of DJs and producers from the U.S. They create a melodic, synthesizer-heavy brand of electro that's reminiscent of Kill the Noise or LAZRtag. Although they've remixed a number of their contemporaries (MIA, Stardust and TI to name a few), DiscoTech seem to fare better with bringing oldies up to speed. Olek might consider DiscoTech's remixes of Michael Jackson and the Police to be "sacrilegious," but I'm sure he'll enjoy their take on Bill O'Reilly. Gotta love DJs with a sense of humor.

Michael Jackson - Thriller (DiscoTech remix)

The Police - Roxanne (DiscoTech remix)
Bill O'Reilly - DO IT LIVE! (DiscoTech remix)