Monday, December 29, 2008

Music is marketing

I wanted to share a pretty insightful and passionate piece of editorial from Jon Pareles of The New York Times. I worked with Jon a couple of times while in the music industry and remember him as a good dude. I like him even more after reading his probing story into the increasing use of marketing in music promotion, which closes with the following;

Perhaps it’s too 20th century to hope that music could stay exempt from multitasking, or that the constant insinuation of marketing into every moment of consciousness would stop when a song begins. But for the moment I’d suggest individual resistance. Put on a song with no commercial attachments. Turn it up. Close your eyes. And listen.
I feel like too many bands are putting the almighty publicity before the unsightly creative process. It's something I've seen first hand recently and I realize this is coming a career publicist... I'm not immune to the irony. Regardless, read the whole piece here.

Secret City!

Out of nowhere, I remembered coming home from school as a kid and watching Secret City on PBS. It was one of my favorite shows. I would sit in front of the little TV in my living room with a pad and pencil trying desperately to keep up with Commander Mark. Today I found a treasure trove of clips (and a classic trip down memory lane) thanks to YouTube member culturaldetritusnyc.



I was embroiled in a contentious conversation last night about brilliant movies and to me, there is no question that this was brilliant TV. Enjoy. Head to YouTube for more episodes and a closer look at the secret city mural. Seems they are still trying to keep the show alive and have started a website supporting the Draw Squad. Ah, memories.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

Late night jam

"Coming home after a Friday night out with friends" should have this track included on the soundtrack.


[also, thanks AT for the Chromatics]

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Xmas approaches

It was a tech enabled tree decorating. We video chatted with my sister who was stranded in Seattle as a result of the storms and photo booth provided the strange sideways diffraction from our energy sipping LED light covered tree. Though in a throwback, we were listening to xmas music on a vintage cassette tape, transferred from a vinyl LP made in the 1960s. Talk about generations coming together for the holidays...

Monday, December 22, 2008

-10 degrees is really not that bad

I was feeling a little nervous about spending a couple weeks in weather hovering +/- 15 degrees of zero. In truth, I'm not really scared for the experience because it's an annual thing, but it's fun to make a big deal out of it. Anyway, it was shortly after doing so for a 4,715,395 time when I learned about Oymyakon, a town of 800 people in Siberia. If you go to Oymyakon, you are pretty much guaranteed to be cold. It's the coldest place on earth, holding the record with a measured temp of -72 degrees Celsius. I did the conversion, that equals about -97 degrees Fahrenheit. Wicked.

What's even more loopy is that the name of the town means "non-freezing water." Not sure if that's because the cold drove the town namer insane or because there are local hot springs in the area. I'm going with a combo, because whether or not there are or were hot springs, anyone who actually lives in that town has lost it.

If anyone finds out about Oymyakon, I'm going to have to temper my "woe is me tale." Until then, here's to the frozen tundra.

[from here via boing boing]

blog hijack

pmo attacks

Sunday, December 21, 2008

I'm an 'Unofficial Ambassador'


My brother-in-law Ben just posted this article on his blog. It's a great summary and interesting perspective on my two days teaching in the West Bank. Ben and my sister Ashley were fantastic hosts and pulled some strings to set up these last-minute meetings with groups that they sponsor thru the State Department.

Ben published a book last year about his experience living in Jordan, learning Arabic and traveling in the Middle East. It's a great read and you should all buy 10 copies. Thru interactions with everyday people Ben developed the concept of an 'Unofficial Ambassador'. In his blog, he explains how my days in the West Bank relate:

While Ryan didn’t solve the Israeli-Palestinian conflict while he was here, the couple of days that he spent volunteering in the West Bank made a difference both for the people he worked with and for himself.
The little things that Ryan and other Unofficial Ambassadors contribute on visits like this and on longer trips add up to real and positive change at the grassroots level. Not to sound cliché, but in the absence of major political solutions, those little changes are big.
On a professional level, Unofficial Ambassadors fill gaps in a substantive way. Ryan offered his Palestinian counterparts something tangible – the people he met now have a better idea of how to approach the challenges that they face in their work. On a personal level, Unofficial Ambassadors represent an America that wants to engage with other cultures. In many parts of the Middle East, locals make a distinction between the U.S. government and the American people. While most are critical of U.S. foreign policies, they admire the American people, who they view as representatives of a land of opportunity, freedoms, and innovation. To the Palestinians he met – people who are likely critical of U.S. foreign policy but who don’t have everyday contact with Americans – Ryan offered a first-hand example of the positives of the American people. The Palestinians who met Ryan went home and told their families that they met an American from a place called Pittsburgh who was nice and cool and who helped them with their work. In a part of the world where anti-American polls are off the charts, that’s a beginning.
It's a grand idea to think that many little interactions can add up to a more connected, less culturally detached and war-filled world. However, based on my recent experience meeting people in the West Bank (and also from the Obama campaign doing door-to-door voter contact) it does, in our technologically connected world, seem very possible.

Other pictures from my Israel trip are here. Mine was a frequent flier ticket, and thus multi-legged like a millipede. This is a picture taken on the Zurich to Chicago leg, flying over Greenland.



Friday, December 19, 2008

In the company of a legend

From traveling the country in high school to my current spot in the Los Angeles Premiere League (linked in the column to the right), in my dubious soccer career I've been fortunate to have the chance to play with some talented people. Last night was on a different level though as I was matched up against Frank Leboeuf. If you don't plan on clicking through to wikipedia, he was the starting central defender on the 1998 world cup champion French national team and played 200 games for Chelsea, definitely the most decorated player I've ever played against.

We lost a very close game. Can't wait to play them again.

Gone, Baby, Gone...



   Many of you will recognize this image from The Big Lebowski. What I just learned, courtesy of a WSJ article is the extent to which Tricky Dick loved the sport. The bowling alley in the basement of the White House? That was Dick's work in 1969. Actually, there was an older version installed by Truman, but it was out-dated and collected dust. 
   But, because of what you all did on that day, change has indeed come to America. Obama, a very respectable player, fan, and nepotistic hirer of basketball players, is planning on ripping out the lanes and installing a brand new b-ball court. 
   Making this even more hilarious and surreal, is the reaction of both sports: The NBA has volunteered to install a regulation court. The bowling lobby, however, is freaking out that this will be bad p.r. for their sport and are scrambling to do whatever they can to change O'Bomber's mind, including promising to install modern scoring systems etc. It doesn't have that now? Even my much loved my incredibly dumpy local place has it. 

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Our 44th president

I love this photo of Time magazine's recently crowned Man of the Year in college. [from Time via Boing Boing.]