Friday, June 26, 2009

R.I.P. K.O.P.

The first CD I ever purchased was Dangerous by Michael Jackson. I still have it. It's safe to say that Michael was undoubtedly the best performer of our generation. He was also, unfortunately, a very troubled soul.

When I was little I used to dream about casually telling my bratty neighbors that my friend "Mike" was coming over only to have a large helicopter land in my backyard from which the King of Pop emerged. (I also used to dream that Aerosmith would accidentally knock on my next door neighbors' door looking for me, but that's a different story.) Anyway, I loved him and like many children, I related to him. Pirates of the Caribbean in your backyard?! Sign me up!

But as time went on, he got too weird to love anymore and his story got too sad and too strange to justify.

A few years back, during his most recent child molestation trial, I watched a very interesting documentary on VH1 about Michael. The focus was on just how a person could end up in his state. They had experts and psychologists commenting on his life and the conclusion was that it was clear that this person was very sick and detached from reality and it was very clear that this kind of behavior was indicative of a history of some very serious child abuse and growing up in the spotlight.

Roger Ebert's quote was the most spot-on thing I've read amidst all the media fodder in the last day. The saddest thing about our once beloved Michael is not his recent death, but his tragic demise into adult life.

When thinking of him, it is very difficult to separate the strange from the extraordinary, but when watching or hearing him perform, it is all too easy.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Ode to Billy Bob

I recently heard the song "Electric Feel" by MGMT and loved it. Am I behind the times? Probably. Anyway, I looked it up on youtube today and watched the video. This music video (as many other music videos) is on drugs and doesn't make much sense, BUT there is a cameo by "Billy Bob Brokali", that bear from Showbiz Pizza (my favorite place in the world when I was 3 years old, which now goes by the less sparkling and not nearly as appealing name of Chuck E. Cheese).

I don't know what Billy Bob Brokali has to do with this song, but I used to really like him and now I really like this song, so all in all, I think it's a good thing.

An unassuming family enjoys a meal with their down home pal, Billy Bob Brokali. Unbeknownst to them (and Billy!), Billy Bob would soon be obliterated by a rodent take-over, also known as Chuck E. Cheese.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Oh, bama

Despite my previous obvious, passionate push for Obama to become president, in the months following the election, I continued to learn more about capitalism and the current political system and although I do feel as though he was the lesser of two evils, I know that his time in office will have little effect on the greater problem.

I like Obama- his charisma is undeniable. I love watching a young, vibrant family in the white house, but overall it's the same old song.

People often reply to my unimpressed response to him with, "Well we knew he wasn't the second coming, but..." I'm not saying I expected miracles. In fact, now I don't expect much at all, but Matthew Rothschild's article, Rahm Emanuel Is the Definition of Unprincipled, hits the nail on the disappointment head.

Here's an excerpt:

That’s the problem I have with Emanuel—and with Obama.

There’s no principle they’re willing to go to the mat for.

They didn’t fight for universal single-payer health care.

They didn’t fight for giving judges the authority to reduce the mortgages of people in bankruptcy.

They didn’t fight against the bank bailout.

They didn’t fight to keep GM from shutting down plants and laying off 21,000 people, even when they’re taking ownership of GM.

They didn’t fight for marriage equality or against don’t ask, don’t tell.

They didn’t fight against indefinite detention without trial; hell, they’ve embraced it.

They didn’t fight to dismantle Bush’s entire edifice of repression, including the NSA spying and the Military Commissions Act.

And they haven’t fought to bring the Iraq and Afghanistan wars to speedier close.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Thank you, Gawker. 10 Things You May Have Missed On TV This Week is pure gold. That baby thing? Heidi? Love it.

Happy Friday!

Monday, June 1, 2009


My friend Nate's theatre company is currently putting on a solo-performance show and here's the review from the Chicago Reader:


When: Through 6/27: Thu-Sat 8 PM, Sun 3 PM,
Phone: 866-811-4111
Price: $15


My friend, Shannon is looking for part-time work in New York and found the ad below on Craigs List. Hilarious.

$30/hour: Personal Introduction Assistant / "wingwoman" (Midtown)

Date: 2009-05-20, 6:42AM EDT

We have an opening for a part-time personal introduction assistant, aka a "wingwoman."

You must be classy and dress well.

Beyond that you must be able to do 4 things: 1) start conversations with beautiful women; 2) after that, remain totally silent, unless spoken directly to, but smile and look friendly while the man you are "winging" orchestrates the social situation; 3) socialize and block any man or woman attempting to interfere with the man you are winging and any woman he is chatting with; and 4) end any conversation you are having instantly at the direction of the man you are winging. These requirements are essential, not for everyone, and difficult to do well.

Now, this is a job (that's why you get paid), but it's very fun, and you may even make new friends, or even meet someone special, if it doesn't interfere with your primary employment purpose.

This job is not for you if you are uptight, frumpy, grumpy, shy, a man-hater, a debbie downer, a critic, a control freak, a pouter, a therapist, researching, writing an article, with the press, a prostitute, an escort, a relationship counselor, or a feminist with a bone to pick. Gack.

You must be 18, usually 21 for the events we attend. All work is in public at cocktail parties, charity benefits, museum openings, and the like. You will be added to any list in advance, and any fees for the event will be paid. You are responsible for transportion. Subways are $2. Although many events have free food and drink, this isn't dating, so don't ask to be bought anything. If you do ask, by mistake, don't be grumpy and bring the mood down when the answer is a polite no, or you will be paid for the time you have spent and politely sent packing.

This job is definitely for you if you are easygoing, classy, dress extremely well, and enjoy many, varied, and sometimes challenging social situations.

Our roster of full-time wingwomen is full, but we do have a part-time opening. Yes we are serious. Yes we are real. You might even have the time of your life.

Fan mail, hate mail, and non-responsive replies will not receive answers, so save us both the time and don't bother.

Please respond with a photo and contact information to the craigslist email in this ad. Thank you for your time.