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June 27, 2005

On Tiggers and Piglet

I may be no big fan of Pooh himself, but I do love his entourage, and I am saddened to hear that the two men behind Tigger and Piglet have passed away over the weekend. So let us step away from reality, away from retiring Supreme Court justices, away from Uranium processing plants out west, and think about this cartoon.

Specifically, Poohsticks.

I suppose I should write about Heffalumps, and Tigger getting stuck in a tree, stories that probably better embody the best qualities of these two characters. Yet Poohsticks is what comes to mind when I think of Christopher Robin and company. There is something innately satisfying about the game that I find myself scanning for sticks whenever I cross an appropriate bridge.

For those of you who have never played Poohsticks, the game is pretty easy. First you find a bridge and then everyone chooses a stick. Everyone drops their sticks on the up-river side of the bridge and jaunts over to the other side. The first stick that appears downstream wins. Repeat as needed.

I've played this game in Colorado, New Mexico, Texas, Glasgow, New York and elsewhere. It's great fun, even for people with a tigger-like disposition. Who needs all this Pooh paraphernalia when you can do just as well with a stick, a bridge and some water?

In memory of the voices behind of the fearful pig and the over-stepping cat, I think that it's time to play some Poohsticks.

June 24, 2005

Midtown. Good times. No, really.


I stand corrected. Every once in a while, midtown does give back something more than a paycheck.

You see, New York is one of the few places I know where you can cut work early, see Tom Cruise, find a nice rock climbing bolder and finish the New Yorker all in time to see Sleater Kinney play at Roseland. All of this, conveniently enough, is within short walking distance of my work. I would have rather seen Katie, but alas, us gawkers take what comes.

Tom was headed out of Letterman, probably doing a promo War of the Worlds, that remake-of-a-movie-that-was-actually-a-remake-of-a-radio-program. (Come on now Spielberg, now you have run out of ideas? The man who defined what an aliens should look like? Do I need to take you to the Brooklyn Superhero store?). Tom, for what it is worth, looks like a pretty normal guy when you see him. A bit flamboyant perhaps, but not that much to write home about.

And so we move on.

There is a great bouldering boulder in the southern tip of Central park. PICTURE. This is a nice little jewel to stumble into. I think that I may head out there and do some climbing during my lunch break if I can talk someone into to spotting me. Funny, I worked at a camping store for months, and I never scoped out Central park for climbing spots. Now that I know the rumors are true, I think some city climbing is in order. I would love to climb in Brooklyn, but Long Island is essentially detritus left over from two glaciers— no nicely exposed bedrock there. Damn.

And that leaves Sleater Kinney to wrap up this post. Not bad. Not bad at all. If they are in your town and you have the time and money, you should drop the change to go see them.

Summer. Stars, rocks and rock stars. I love this time of year.

June 21, 2005

On 5th Ave and 5th Street

Have you ever been to the superhero store in Brooklyn? The Brooklyn Superhero Supply does really exist, and it sells superhero supplies alongside the latest McSweeney's publications. It is hands-down one of my favorate stores. Where else can you pick up a bottle of antimatter and the newly released MCSWEENEY'S ISSUE 16.

If you ever end up buying something at this store, you have to tell the clerk what you superpower is. A few months ago, I found myself buying a book on giraffes, I almost came out empty handed because I could not think of a decent superpower. I don't remember exactly what I came up with, but it was a pretty half-hearted. It's hard formulating yourself into a superhero at the drop of a dime.

Later, I came up with a power that I am happy with, for at least for as long as I live in Gotham city. I would have the power to control mass transit. Imagine, after a late night in hipsterville, you are ready to head home. You step down into the bowels of the Mass Transit Authority, perhaps with your prehensile tailed dame or your illusionist sidekick, summon your powers and SWAM!!! THUGGA THUGGA THUGGA! You are speedily heading to your bed.

Imaganine a Sunday morning, and you are battling your arch nemisis, Doctor Hangover. You are being chased through the rough and tumble streets of Brook Line — one of the more seedy of five boroughs of Gotham — as he is trying to stop you from getting to the only store that will prevent The Doc from taking over your mind, and then the city mdash; you are, of course, the hero of last resort when it comes to City Protection. You are headed to the famous Turgen Bagels on Turgen Street. Every trick you try pull on The Doc has failed, and he keeps getting closer. And closer. Then you see the gateway to your freedom, the Subway Station entrance. You rush down into the station, and summon your powers. KALTHLAK!!! THUMPA, THUMPA, THUMPA! You train is here. You board, and the doors close behind you, leaving Doctor Hangover shaking his fist over his head in anger as he wasn't fast enough to get in before the doors closed. You're off to the best coffee and bagels in the city having foiled Doctor Hangover another day.

Superheroes are on my mind because I just saw— along with the rest of America— Batman Begins last weekend. Add to this that I recently finished Kavalier and Clay, an amazing book that is in essence a book about making of comic books, and what comes out of this mixture is that a) the making of a superhero is innately fascinating and b) the only people who seem to have any skill at inventing superheroes are comic book people.

Why is it that movie-makers can't seem to come up with a good superhero on their own? Look, the movie making folk had great chance with ol' Darth Vader, but they sure as hell blew that one. With the notable exception of Pixar, I can't even think of a reasonable movie superhero that did not first come from a book. Spiderman, Fantastic Four, Superman, X-men and so on and so forth...

Come on now Hollywood, start thinking here. What you all need is a trip to the Superhero Supply Store. What super power would you want? Quit marveling and start creating your own heroes.

June 17, 2005

Cubed In

I am feeling restless today. It must be that it is Friday. I often start feeling like this when the weekend comes near. Put that with good weather and you have the reason why they let people out early on Fridays.

I'm off to see Iron and Wine tonight. For some reason, nobody I have talked to today seems to know who they are. This surprises me, but I suppose I am hanging around a gaggle of computer programmers, so maybe I should not hold my expectations so high. My mom in Arizona got my roommate tickets to the show last night, (thanks to KCRW), and he reports back that the show was good. I hope that they play just as well tonight.

I'm going to get. I have a dog that needs a'walkin' before I go to this show...

June 15, 2005

Makin' Progress

My previously mentioned Subway t-shirt is making process:

LINK

I've ordered a beta version for myself. Hopefully it will look high quality and I won't have wasted any money. It it is nice... maybe you'll get one—if you are nice.

How fun.

June 10, 2005

Hello My Virtual Readers. Happy Friday.

I'm about to run out of the office and into the hot and pungently aromatic streets of Manhattan, where I'm off to torpidly search for something to eat. Man, I'm hungry. But first I wanted to jot a quick note to you readers.

Thanks for reading. You guys rock. Pat yourself on the back.

Did you know that my brother got free tickets for him and Ammie to see the Pixies at Red Rocks? How does that make you feel? What great things befall public radio listeners.

Movie you should rent: Hotel Rwanda. Especially if you are a sucker for those make-you-think-about-the-state-of-humanity movies, which I, for some reason, have a great fondness for. If you are not one of the sorts who likes movies like Pi, then you should skip this one. REVIEWS.

I am sorry to be brief, but it's time for me to go. Enjoy your weekend.

June 9, 2005

Summer in New York

I saw a friend of mine on TV this week. He was accused of being a terrorist. He had a mustache. He looked scary. Not too bad of a bit roll in that New York cop show (Law and Order I believe, but I get them all confused). I was in the other room when B_____ asked to me, "Is that Arian?" It did sound like him, and sure enough, that was him within the television being accused of a crime for our viewing pleasure. (He ended up not being the bad guy.) So all y’all on the mainland got to see one of my friends. He's currently acting in a great new musical— off off off Broadway—The Persians. It’s good stuff, you should see it if you can. LINK

I am happy to see my friends getting their dreams done. This is the pretty darn nifty stuff that keeps me inspired. It makes me want to make things.

Here is the latest project that I am working on:
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If you can figure out what it is, then you earn two smart guy points. I’m thinking about turning this into a t-shirt.

James update:

Last heard from in Colorado, two days ago. He's probably in Washington State by now if his car hasn't broken down.

p.s.

Hi Dave.

June 2, 2005

Dictionary Time!

Best quote found in today's paper:

..."the fundamental reason that the Social Security program exists is to prevent myopes from undersaving for their retirement; how can those same myopes be trusted with the much more difficult decision of portfolio optimization?"...

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Stinkin' myopes.

June 1, 2005

He Ran The New York Marathon On One Hour Of Sleep

James Bakner.

So there I was, in the back seat of a early 1980s Volkswagen Scirocco, belted in by a seatbelt of dubious quality sitting behind my newly mohawked roommate being driven to see some live music in the quaint hipster village of Williamsburg, Brooklyn by none other than James Bakner.

Now for those of you who know James, it would not surprise you that he would drive four plus hours from Virginia with a stop in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania—to see Ferd—to see some music and hang out with his friends before he starts to head over to Washington on only a few hours of sleep. Not the district, but the state. If his car hasn�t broken down, he is probably on the road as you read this.

A shout out to crazy road trips and those who do them.