Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Games People Play X
Remember the Eamon series of text-based role-playing games? Well, it turns out that you can download them, and with an Apple II emulator or the program MultiAventures, as well as the basic Eamon software, you can play Eamon and other text-adventure games from AdvSys, AGT, Infocom, Scott Adams, Level 9, Quill, and C64 Basic. Hello Main Hall & Beginners Cave!

You are in the outer chamber of the hall of the guild of free adventurers. Many men and women are guzzling beer and there is loud singing and laughter.

On the north side of the chamber is a cubbyhole with a desk. Over the desk is a sign which says 'register here or else!'

Do you go over to the desk or join the men drinking the beer?


And then after some completed actions...

He studies you for a moment and says, 'here is a booklet of instruction for you to read, and your prime attributes are--

22-2 Eam_FN SYNTAX ERROR IN 110-1 HD=FNA(8) 110-1 HD=FNA(8)


Huh. Well, I'll figure it out. Awesome!
Selling Out
Well, the second DVD I'd listed with Amazon Marketplace, "Dr. No," has also been purchased. This time by a fellow in New York City. Aflush with the rush of two successful sales in pretty short order, I've since listed about 15 books for sale. We'll see how they do. I'm sure there's an emergent science about what sells well and quickly in services like this. Cleaning, cleaning, clean!
Games People Play IX
Clive Thompson's commentary on Andrew Phelps' look at how game design is taught offers some interesting insight on how the game industry might be too creative -- and how reuse is good.
Corollary: Pulling the Plug XI
The RAVE Act passed. Enjoy live music while you can!
The Free-Range Comic Book Project XV
This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

Black Cross: Dirty Work (Dark Horse, April 1997). Writer and artist: Chris Warner. Location: On the Green Line between Haymarket and Park Street.


For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.

Monday, April 14, 2003

Event-O-Dex LI
April 15: The Trouble Dolls, Reverend Glasseye and His Wooden Legs, and Ad Frank and the Fast Easy Women take up residency at the Lizard Lounge in Cambridge.

April 16: Plunge into Death, the King Cobra, and Tracy and the Plastics take charge at TT the Bear's in Cambridge.

April 19: DGXJC acts all mysterious with Life Partners, Pleasurehorse, Janet Pants Dans Theatre, and Japanese Karaoke Afterlife Experiment at the Choppin' Block in Boston.

April 22: Wish for Fire and Orange Park settle in at TT the Bear's in Cambridge.
Rock Shows of Note LX
Kurt and I headed to the Middle East Corner last night around 9 for the opening reception for the Creepshow Art Extravaganza, which runs until May 15. Featuring work by "The Count," "Salty Dave," and "Joe Keinberger," it's a good showing of comics, paintings, and rock poster art by three locals. I may be off my rocker, but I think the three artists are in fact Ed Curran, Dave Bryson, and Joe Keinberger -- the folks behind the Comb-Over minicomics.



The place was packed. Packed! Saw TD and Jamie and tried to find some open space to stand and chat after making the rounds to see the showing. Of the three, I'm the biggest fan of Keinberger's work. His Brian Ralph-meets-Ralph Steadman drawings continue to impress me with their scritchy-scratch. Bryson also had some excellent pieces on display, and Curran seems to be specializing in pretty straight-forward rock poster art these days. We didn't stick around for the performances, which included a burlesque act by Ms. Firecracker and a set by the alt.country act Lenny and the Piss Poor Boys, because it was so crowded. Instead we headed down the street to the Cambridgeport Saloon for more conversation and some video game action.

If you haven't seen the Creepshow yet, it runs through May 15. Well worth checking out.
Mix Tapeology II
Don't forget that I am almost always open to mix tape and CD-R trades. I recently received two mix CD's worth mentioning.

Shannon Okey mailed me a personalized mix CD entitled "Eleven-Headed Kuan Yin" that sports a specially printed disc sleeve sporting a photograph she took at the Cleveland Museum of Art in December 2002. The mix includes some wonderful songs by Lush, Supreme Music Program, Frank Black, Renegade Soundwave, and Pagoda Red. Shannon even included a liner note sheet offering commentary and a breakdown of categories that include South Americans Dancing and Ohioans.

I also got a mix CD recently from Jodie Peotter, an old friend from high school. Lacking any kind of playlist, the mix, which is entitled "To Lodi and Back," is a great assortment of punk rock, pop punk, and ska punk songs. If this is what she remembers me liking from high school, I fear my tastes haven't wandered too far. Even though the CD didn't come with a playlist, it did come with this handwritten explanation: "Formerly 'Jodie's Punk Junk,' renamed because I listen to it in the car b/t work and Lodi... Plus I lost the file that had the original songlist and title. Oops." No worries. Mixes without playlists can be fun. In college, I'd occasionally DJ radio programs without announcing the playlist -- we'd mention a P.O. Box people could write in to if they wanted our show's playlist zine.
The Movie I Watched Last Night LXIV
Saturday: Startup.com
It took me three sittings to make it through this movie. I'm not quite sure what it was, but I couldn't bring myself to watch it all the way through the first time. Or the second time. It's depressing! Even though the documentary was released shortly after the initial Net economy crash in 2000, the failings, foibles, and future of dotcoms still resonate strongly in the ongoing economic downturn. The mockumentary "Dot" is not just a parody of the whole dotcom craze; it's clearly a parody of this movie, which is even more effective in its emotional impact because it's real. Some of the actors in "Dot" even look like the real people in Startup.com. And the parallels continue -- the edits, the high fives, the New Age references to meditation, the language -- such as "keeps me up at night" -- the self-referential place-based references to Silicon Alley and Silicon Valley, the buzzword-driven hyperbole, and the boosterish enthusiasm. The ill-fitting suits and made-up price points! Who knew that such an of-the-moment documentary would be fodder for such an accurate mockumentary? The language, the personal dynamics, and the shared metaphoric pretense ("We were in our confrontation and debate space." Who talks like that?) all resonate, perhaps embarrassingly so. Startup.com is the story of one company's rise and fall. I kind of wish I hadn't seen "Dot" first. To make fun of something that was relatively sad and silly in so many ways just adds salt to the Net economy's wounds.

Sunday: Strange Days
A nice palate cleanser after the emotional up and down of Startup.com. This 1995 film is a somewhat hot and cold look at virtual reality via recordings of people's actual experiences, feelings, and memories; race-based urban politics; and the turning of the millennium. As a cyberpunk movie running slightly parallel to "Existenz," it works quite well. Ralph Fiennes plays a former cop turned street peddler of stolen moments. The cinematography for the jacked-in scenes isn't that impressive, but the concept is good. I'm assuming the movie was set in a stylized Los Angeles, given the Rodney King-like killing of Jeriko One, a hip-hop artist working to organize the "gang bangers." Surprisingly, Ice-T wasn't cast in this role. The racial politics aspect of the movie also works well, as the film considers street justice, the role of the police and the media in local politics, and people's responsibilities to catalyze change even if that change will bring pains of its own. Some of the best dialogue comes from Angela Bassett's bodyguard character, as she goes off on why they need to make public the disk that kicked off the movie's mystery plot line in the first place. Because in the end, this is a film noir-esque mystery movie. The cyberpunk setting is just a backdrop for a proper whodunnit storyline. In the end, the serial killings and events that set them off comes as quite a surprise, and the theoretical technology really helps amplify the suspense.
The Free-Range Comic Book Project XIV
This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

Saturday: Birds of Prey #15 (DC, March 2000). Writer: Chuck Dixon. Artist: Butch Guice. Location: On the Red Line between Central and Harvard squares.

Notable quote: "what an idiot i am. Meeting an e-mail acquaintance. And he's late."


For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.

Friday, April 11, 2003

Digesting the Daily X
Recent editions of the Daily Northwestern, the student newspaper of my
alma mater, featured several media-, technology-, and activism-related
items that might be of interest to Media Dieticians.

Man taken off death row with NU's help dies at 46
Professors who worked on case reflect in Williams' life after his
exoneration
(April 1, 2003)

Spring book-buying frenzy at Norris praised as hassle-free
Some students still skeptical about campus monopoly after SBX closing
(April 2, 2003)

CAESAR alternative shut down without explanation
NUtopia helped McCormick students track progress on degrees -- for 4
days
(April 3, 2003)

Extra credit to Bottom of the Food Chain cartoonist Alex Thomas for putting his comic strip archives online. Someone should publish this guy.

[transmitted via sidekick hiptop.]
Anchormen, Aweigh! XIX
It's official, the Anchormen CD release party for "Nation of Interns" has been scheduled for May 16 at the Milky Way in Jamaica Plain. This is also the third anniversary of the Handstand Command arts collective and the birthday party for a friend! Plenty to celebrate.

The show will feature Asian Babe Alert, the Operators, the Anks, and the Reaganauts, an '80s hardcore tribute band featuring members of Tizzy. In that order.

Come one, come all. It'll be a real happening.
Weather Report XI
World, it's not so much that I mind the cold. Or the rain. Or the snow. But your indecision and vacillating nature is starting to get to me. Wednesday was cold and overcast. Yesterday was absolutely brilliant, crisp, clear, and clean. The kind of weather that makes me just want to run. And today? Overcast, cold, and now drizzling or something. Make up your mind, please.
Comics and Commerce III
Guess who just won a Xeric grant? Somervillain Jef Czekaj. Congratulations, Jef!
Corollary: Comics and Community X
I've been informed that there's another widely used open-source comic book character, the Russian cult comic strip character Octobriana. Stuart Taylor seems to be the character's biggest proponent, but Octobriana has also been used by Bryan Talbot and the Luther Arkwright GURPS role-playing game. While her storied past is equal parts myth and history, Octobriana's impact on pop culture, while largely unseen, is relatively widespread, including implementations in Finland as well as the UK. Michael Kennally has even organized the Octobriana Society to further research about, understanding and use of this character. Interesting stuff!

Thursday, April 10, 2003

Corollary: Off-Site Insight III
I just sold my first ever Amazon Marketplace or Ebay item, an unopened "Caddyshack" DVD to a woman in Tennessee. Thus begins my spring cleaning and stuff-selling stint! I'm quite surprised how excited and happy I felt when I got the email saying my item had sold. I felt complete. Liked. Successful. What if no one had wanted my item? What if it lingered long, unwanted, unclaimed, unbought? Worries, all for naught. I sold my stuff. What a weird rush.
Comics and Community X
Jenny Everywhere, AKA "The Shifter," is an open-source comic book character created by Steven, who uses the same Blogger template I use. The character has been used by David LoTempio, MC Lentil, and Nelson Evergreen.

What a fascinating concept. Are there other open-source comic book characters or shared world comics projects?
From the In Box: Dog and Pony (No) Show
One of the better hoaxes. Funny as hell, and damn near impossible to figure it out. -- Kevin O'Donovan

It makes me sad that this place doesn't exist. I still love Dog Island.
Dog and Pony (No) Show
I can't believe that this is true. I just got four copies of the same spam email, which describes Dog Island. Dog Island? More than 2,500 dogs are running free on a series of small islands, seemingly off the coast of Florida. They released 10,000 rabbits on the island two years ago to provide prey, and the Web site is just a kick! You can listen to .wav files of dogs barking. There's a cheekily written FAQ that includes such gems as

  • There is one island reserved for the miniatures like Chihuahas and tiny poodles.
  • But what do the rabbits eat? A crew of 15 vegetation restoration engineers are constantly planting large patches of wild carrot.
  • My dog is very very fat. Will it make it on the island?
  • If I visit the Island, how can I be sure to see my dog? You can't be sure.

    And the island is only open to visitors three days a year. I'm busting a gut! There are typos in the organizers' phone number online, and the writing is all slightly askew, so who knows if this real. Regardless, it's a charming idea, and I quite like the concept of an island almost entirely populated by dogs, continual carrot plantings, and dogs forming subsocieties and packs. But questions abound.

    Where does their funding come from? Do the dogs go feral? Why do they want so many dogs in one place at one time? Will the dogs rise up in revolt? Why segregate the dogs by size?

    Wow. I love Dog Island.
  • Read But Dead IX
    According to Media Life, Bob Guccione, Jr., has pulled the plug on Maxim wannabe lad mag Gear, causing media spotters to speculate that the great lad mag explosion of the 2K's is about to implode. Fellow copycats Ramp and Razor hustle to differentiate -- and distance -- themselves from the grand old lad mags Maxim, FHM, and Stuff. In the end, they come off as silly apologists.

    "I think that the laddie category is oversaturated," says Richard Amann, president and publisher of Ramp Media, which publishes Ramp. "You've got the big three and a bunch of 'me too' laddie products."


    Dude, you publish one of those me too's. You've helped oversaturate the category.

    "When Razor came out, it was hard because all these other Maxim clones came out at the same time," says Craig Vasiloff, editor in chief of Razor. "To compete on newsstands with all those publications, we almost had to do those covers."


    Dude, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Fess up to editing a Maxim clone.

    Now these magazines are repositioning themselves somewhere in between the lad mags and the Esquire/GQ set. Which makes me wonder where Details and Men's Journal fit into this categorization. Good luck to all involved. If POV couldn't make a go of it -- and if Griff Wigley can't find funding for his Real Joe magazine, what the heck are the Razors and the Ramps of the world going to do?
    It's an Ad, Ad, Ad, Ad World XXV
    The Boston.com logo is adorned with jewelry today. Clicking on it gets you a pop up advertising a "diamond happening" at Long's today through Saturday. The Poynter Institute's Steve Outing expresses concern about the media ethics of selling your masthead and logo.

    To tell the truth, I probably wouldn't have even noticed if it hadn't been brought to my attention. (Not that I read Boston.com regularly.) And I probably wouldn't have clicked on it even if I had. But the ethics questions are valid. Would McDonald's adorn its golden arches with someone else's logo? Would the Boston Globe change its masthead in the print edition to advertise a business partner? Seems like a bad branding move to me.

    Also, given that I wouldn't have noticed or sought to learn more anyway, it seems like a silly move on behalf of the advertiser. Maybe it's true that bad PR is good PR and the fact that folks are talking about this means it worked. But an ad on the home page may have made more of an impression -- and probably would've cost a heck of a lot less.

    Thanks to Lost Remote.

    Wednesday, April 09, 2003

    The Free-Range Comic Book Project XIII
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Battleaxes #2 (DC/Vertigo, June 2000). Writer: Terry
    Laban. Artist: Alex Horley. Location: On the Green Line between
    Haymarket and Park Street.

    Notable quote: "I've been with girls before, but they were... servants.
    I... I don't want you to be disappointed."

    Commentary: This series was a blot on Vertigo's otherwise impressive
    record. The Chicago-based humorist Laban's storyline, while ostensibly
    inspired by Robert E. Howard, fell flat as a shallow, simple take on
    lesbian barbarians. Should've stuck with Unsupervised Existence, Cud,
    and Eno and Plum, son, as this would've sullied even Image in its
    darkest of days.


    For more information on this project, please refer to previous Media
    Diet entries.

    [transmitted via sidekick hiptop]
    Technofetishism XXXIII
    Ivan Brunetti's April 8 contribution to the Highwater Books site is beautiful. It also makes a darn nice desktop image. Thanks, Ivan!
    Mention Me! XXXVI
    According to Google's PageRank order in the Arts:Comics:Magazines and E-zines category, Media Diet is No. 2!

    My guess is that Google's relationship with Blogger helps account for the number of blogs included in the rankings.
    Magazine Me XXVI
    It's 1994 all over again! In today's USA Today, Whitney Matheson pens an eager appreciation of zine culture in the column Pop Candy. She returns to themes that popped up time and time again when the mainstream media first discovered zine culture almost a decade ago -- zines' grassroots attitude and diversity, the value of review zines, and notable titles that Matheson enjoys. Her roundup of recommended zines includes Chunklet, Roctober, Duplex Planet, and others she picks up at Quimby's in Chicago. While I'm somewhat amused by her enthusiasm, it's good to know that zines weren't just a flash in the pan of mainstream media. We're perennial! And hopefully, mainstream journalists will continue to "discover" us.
    Street Art IV
    Artomat is a project in which artists retrofit and refurbish antique cigarette machines to vend pieces of art. The one closest to me is located at Faces in Northampton, and I've heard word of some local folks making one to sell minicomics and art books. What a neat way to distribute street media!

    Thanks to Memepool.
    Music to My Ears XXXIII
    Brad has written a thoughtful ode to the value of college radio, local bands, the political nature of '80s punk rock. Thanks to him, I'm now listening to the Wards' "Weapon Factory," converted to MP3 from blue vinyl.
    From the In Box: Comic Books and Commerce II
    Contributed by George Mokray, whom I occasionally bump into at the Million Year Picnic:

    10 Methodologies for Reading Comic Books

    1. On the sly, in the back of the corner store before the guy behind the cash register says, "Hey, this ain't no library!"

    2. With a bunch of friends on a rainy Saturday afternoon when there's nothing better to do

    3. Monthly, following a storyline with anticipation

    4. Storing up all the issues of one storyline so that you can read them all at once

    5. Copying the best pictures

    6. Tearing the comic book apart so that you can use it as storyboard wallpaper

    7. Over and over again until the pages wear out

    8. In a language that you don't know

    9. To pass on to friends

    10. Because you just like comic books


    I still feel an anti-collecting manifesto coming on, but for now, this will have to suffice. Thanks, George!
    Event-O-Dex L
    Usually I try to keep these event listings to the Boston area -- or to things I'm involved in or going to -- but the next month-plus brings a couple of awesome comics-related happenings on the west coast. Quoth Souther Salazar:

    If you are in or around L.A. this weekend (or in the next few weeks) please come check out this art show. It won't solve the world's problems, but it might make people smile. We should have some new zines, comics, and prints available as well. 

    Also, if you missed the opening, the Robots Have Feelings Too show at Culture Cache in SF will be up for 6 more weeks. There are over 100 pieces in the show; it would be easy to spend hours looking through it all. There really is some great stuff in it. I did a wall installation that has to be experienced up close and in person, so please stop by if you can.


    If you know of any events that seem to be Media Diet-related, email me the details, and I'll consider it for inclusion in Event-O-Dex.
    North End Moment XXXVI
    This morning, while I waited for my egg and cheese on an English muffin, the following exchange took place:

    Joe: When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore.
    Customer: At least we know Dean Martin's job is secure.
    Joe: Don't make fun of my singing; that's not nice. These guys appreciate my singing.
    Me: I think you should sing more often.
    Joe: Extra cheese for that guy!


    I won't keep track of what I eat in Media Diet, but in terms of yesterday's comments about not eating well, rest assured: I ate dinner last night, and I ate breakfast this morning.

    Tuesday, April 08, 2003

    Music to My Eyes XVI
    Promotional photographs of bands and musicians have long been a dark spot on the face of pop music. Outside of reproduction in alt.weeklies as part of the show listings, they're practically useless and more often than not make the bands and musicians look bad -- rather than good, as they're intended to do. Similar to the stilted mug shots of executives PR agents send business media, they're almost always sent straight to the recycling bin. So why even make them?

    Because we can. The Anchormen had a lot of fun during our last promo photo shoot. We drank Yoohoo at tables near the Alewife T station. Played with Chinese children. Jumped around in a sculpture garden. And ran laps at Tufts University. We also had a lot of fun shooting a music video which didn't turn out so well because the, well, the lens was smudged. That still doesn't mean they're useful.

    In the Portland Mercury, one of the scrappier alt.weeklies, Julianne Shepherd offers some tips and tricks to making a band promo photo. She also deconstructs some good and not-so-good examples, offering snarky comments and catty slams along with her advice.

    Lesson.

    Thanks to Blanketfort.
    Blogging About Blogging LVI
    The 2003 nominees for the Webby Awards were announced today. I was the chair for the panel of nominating judges in the community category, and I'm quite pleased with the five nominees we selected. Feel free to cast your vote in the People's Voice!
    Off-Site Insight III
    It was almost exactly a year ago to the day that I last felt like I do today. Maybe this is an annual phase I should get used to. Maybe this ties into the Easter story of death and rebirth. Maybe I should've paid more attention to what I learned last year when I headed up to Maine for Easter weekend to get away from the city and my life here -- and deeper inside myself. Then, I really needed to get away. I was in fight or flight mode. This year, it's slightly different, but pretty much the same feeling. An existential explosion of sorts. And I think I understand it better this time.

    The world is an uncertain, unstable place right now. We're at war. The economy's awful. There are a lot of pending changes at work. My personal life is less than satisfying. I haven't been making the wisest decisions in a lot of ways lately. I feel out of control, and I realized this morning that I've been waiting for something bad to happen to wake me up and pull me back from whatever brink I've been nearing. Why wait? If this malaise and occasionally self-destructive distraction is rooted in not feeling in control, I need to reclaim some of that control.

    So what can I control? Let's start with the little things. This morning I threw out a pack of cigarettes and took out the trash. I've done that before and I may do it again, but there is absolutely no reason to smoke -- and so many reasons not to. I got into work a little late but in time to have lunch with my dear friend Hiroyasu Ichikawa, who's visiting Boston before heading home to Japan this weekend. The Fast Company office was one of his first stops when he moved here five years ago, and he wanted it to be one of the last before he headed back to work with the World Ship for Youth project. We shared time and table over soup and sandwiches at Mangia Mangia. That is something else I can control. I've gotten quite lazy with eating lately, often skipping breakfast and lunch for an extremely light dinner. And I think it's starting to take its toll. So, three square meals a day from here on out! Why is that so hard?

    What else can I control? My stuff. I wax and wane feeling nested or claustrophobic on Church Corner in Cambridge, and I need to purge a little in the name of spring cleaning. Today I mailed five (5) mystery novels to my grandmother and about six (6) James Bond and Powerpuff Girls video tapes to my sister. I have a couple of DVD's I'm going to sell on Amazon or Ebay. And I need to get rid of some of the lifestyle ballast that's dragging me down.

    There are other things I need to reign in a little on, but I think this is enough as I start this renewed self-improvement kick. I don't know if others feel like this, but these days are all about control. If you feel lost or out of control, focus on and control what you can. Claim the life that is yours.

    Monday, April 07, 2003

    Shay's Whine Bar II
    Huh. Boston Common, the Boston blogs metablog, riffs on my experience at Shay's in two entries recently.

    Just to be clear. It was a mistake. Word is that they feel bad. Dana's awesome. It's a cozy place.

    That doesn't mean that I've gone back yet.
    Mention Me! XXXV
    I think this is the nicest thing anyone's said about me in a long time. Warren Ellis wrote that I'm a "clever little bastard."

    Adam Greenfield's First International Moblogging Conference is coming together nicely, and if I decide that I'd rather go to Tokyo for the gathering than spend time with my family in Wisconsin for my dad's birthday, I'll be in Japan sharing what I've learned about Mapblogging.

    Yay. I'm a clever little bastard.
    Comic Books and Commerce II
    Dave Arnold of Mark's Rare Comics (That's kind of like a man named Lam running a store called Bob's!) in Saratoga, California, recently sent me a white paper entitled "10 Methodologies for Collecting Comic Books." You can email him for a copy of the PDF if you'd like to check it out.

    Having just read the four-page primer for potential comic book collectors, I'm torn. On one hand, I think beginner's guides like this indicate a lot of what's wrong with the state of the comic book publishing and retailing industries. On the other hand, the authors step back from several of the more egregious collecting traps. Given my Free-Range Comic Book Project, you may already know where I stand on the topic of "collecting" comic books. If you don't, here's the short form: No bags, no boards, open boxes.

    Comic books are meant to be read. And shared. Most of the methodologies featured in this white paper skew more toward the collecting and keeping side of the equation, and that bothers me. It doesn't matter whether an artist or writer is "highly collectible." Do you like their work? Do you need more, regardless of whether they are a "superstar"? Why care about issue numbers at all? If a first issue isn't worth reading, it's not worth getting or owning, and given Marvel's renumbering scheme over the course of the years, I think it's clear that lower numbers don't necessarily indicate better reads.

    Budget-price? Now you're talking. Quarter and dollar bins are worth pawing through if you've got the time -- and if you don't mind getting your fingertips dusty. Already, the box of 200 back issues I bought for the Free-Range Comic Book Project has yielded some real finds. The Pander Bros. Akiko. That said, saying that the quarter bin is "a good place to start collecting if you don't know what to collect and want to actually 'read' your comic books" rubs me the wrong way. Is "read" in quotes for emphasis? Or for sarcasm? If you don't read, don't collect. It's as simple as that. Same goes for their comments on condition. They play up the possibility of reselling comics but do mention that if you collect for a sentimental reason -- which still isn't as good as, say, reading for enjoyment -- condition matters less. Regardless, I shudder when I think about condition grades, bags, boards, and boxes. "Slabbing the books in plastic" kills comics. My comics are reading copies, but that doesn't mean that they're all dinged up.

    In the end, it's hard for me to be totally disappointed in this slim guidebook for new comics readers. The authors contend that speculation and investment is the "worst way to collect comic books," which earns them some credit. Remember the death of Superman. And they close the list with some thinking about fun. Right on, but the point isn't that fun is the "best way to collect comics." The point is that reading comics can be fun. That you should read comics you enjoy. And that you should, well, read comics instead of collecting them.

    When will someone write a white paper titled "10 Methodologies for Reading Comic Books"?
    Happy Birthday to Media Dieticians XII
    My sister turns 33 Wednesday, and I decided to get her a gift certificate at a local business in Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin. I would've sent flowers, as spring is coming, but I think this is a more useful present. Kudos to the Fort Atkinson Area Chamber of Commerce for offering a member directory online. The directory made it quite easy to do business with the local company earlier today. It's nice to see such a small town -- Fort's got a population of about 10,000 -- using the Web to good effect.
    From the In Box: Among the Literati XXX
    Some thoughts on your stories in Uber:
     
    Story #1: I'm 52, and my partner is 48. We don't worry about rubber bands, but we do worry about small things. We try to assure they are hip small things.
     
    Story #2: I've always thought that those inland gulls were fish deliverer trailer-truck stowaways. Tired of surf, maybe they are looking for turf (chipmunks, squirrels, and rabbits). I know it’s a silly theory, but hey, I’m sure even John Nash had the occasional silly theory.
     
    Story #3: Brilliant.
    -- J.D. Finch

    Thanks for the kind words! People have responded to those rather immediate short, short stories relatively well, and I've already written several more. It's the first fiction I've written since 1994, and it feels pretty good.
    Blogging About Blogging LV
    Media Dieticians Mr. and Mrs. Sizzle were featured in a New Haven Register article about area bloggers Sunday.

    Thanks to Bradley's Almanac.
    Among the Literati XXXI
    Bob Hoover weighs in on the new McSweeney's-related cultural criticism journal, Believer. So doing, he manages to comment on the state of literary critique and culture writ large. While I've yet to see a copy of Believer, I'm quite excited about this new David Eggers-connected project. Has anyone read it yet? Comments?

    Thanks to Moby Lives.
    Corollary: Business Media Reportage Goes Bust, Now Boom? VII
    More on Fast Company's hire of John Byrne:

    Fast Co. Spirits Away a Top BW Talent
    Byrne's mandate: Make title a big-league player

    Fast Company Names Byrne as Editor

    Magazine to Leave Hub for N.Y.
    (This Saturday Boston Globe article isn't freely accessible online.)

    Corollary: Workaday World XXVI

    The transcript of my Spirituality.com chat is now available. I haven't read all of it yet, but I seem to make some sense.
    Television-Impaired XI
    I watched the first episode of Twin Peaks again last night. Actually, it's the second episode, the first full episode of the first season following the pilot movie. Does that make sense? Anyway, Laura Palmer's Secret Diary exists as a blog interspersing entries from her day book and quotes from the series. The quotes indicate what episode they're taken from. A nice blog project blending fictional personal journaling and meta-media context.

    Thanks to Evhead.
    See You in the Funny Pages IX
    Joey Manley, mastermind behind the growing online comics clearinghouse, Modern Tales, has launched a new comics service aimed at female readers and creators. Girlamatic features work by Andre Richard, Jason Thompson, Donna Barr, Kris Dresen, and others. A nice addition to MT and Serializer. It'll be interesting to see how much further Joey can take this market segmentation and fragmentation. The focus is nice, but now that I subscribe to three of his services, I'm wondering whether I'd rather just pay for one umbrella service.
    The Movie I Watched Last Night LXIII
    MASH
    Hooray for Robert Altman. Practically everything he touches, including this 1970 movie prevursor to the TV show by the same name, is golden. As a movie, this film is amazing. The idea alone -- following the foibles and follies of a medical unit three miles from the frontlines of the Korean War -- is interesting. But what Altman and the cast do with the concept, balancing seriousness and high silliness, is even more important. This movie shows people at their best and worst during wartime, showing that people can care for the wounded even if they don't always care for each other... or themselves. A couple of scenes stick out, but I was most affected by the last supper-like so long to the best-equipped dentist in the army, who wanted to commit suicide (the inspiration for the movie and TV show's theme song). Donald Sutherland and Elliott Gould stand out as Hawkeye and Trapper John, but Tom Skerritt's Duke character is almost a throwaway. David Arkin's PA announcer riffs are hesitant and occasionally hilarious, especially the movie screening announcement at the end, an announcement for the film that just ended. A nice Altman meta moment. The movie is also interesting for its spillover effect. MASH the movie inspired MASH the TV show, one of the longest-running series on the air. I ran eight years longer than the Korean War itself. And MASH the TV show spun off Trapper John, M.D.. (We'll neglect another spin-off, AfterMASH.) Good to finally see where some of television's finest history started. And good to know that the original source is solid, silly, and serious, all at the same time.
    Event-O-Dex XLIX
    April 9: Clare Burson CD release show at Club Passim in Cambridge. Door opens at 6:30 p.m., show starts at 8. LJ Booth opens.

    April 10: Scrapple plays a Mister Records showcase at the Choppin' Block in Boston.
    The Free-Range Comic Book Project XII
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Sunday: Batman: Gotham Adventures #26 (DC, July 2000). Writer: Scott Peterson. Artist: Tim Levins. Location: On the Red Line between Central and Harvard squares.

    Notable quote: "You all know who I am. You know what I can do. But I'm holding a small child here. And if you make me do anything that could possibly endanger this baby... You will be very, very sorry. Forever."

    Monday: Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #95 (DC, June 1997). Writers: Dan Abnett and Andy Lanning. Artist: Anthony Williams. Location: On the Green Line between Park Street and Haymarket.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.

    Friday, April 04, 2003

    The Free-Range Comic Book Project XI
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    The Batman Chronicles #21 (DC, Summer 2000). Writers: The Pander Bros., Brian Michael Bendis, and Jordan B. Gorfinkel. Artists: The Pander Bros., Michael Gaydos, and Dick Giordano. Location: On the Green Line between Haymarket and Park Street.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.
    Business Media Reportage Goes Bust, Now Boom? VI
    Fast Company announced the hire of its new editor in chief today. John Byrne is a great choice! His work on "Superman: Man of Steel" was absolutely beautiful, even if his "Next Men" series was a little lackluster. Wait. You mean that there's another John Byrne?
    Pieces, Particles XIV
    The following media-related stories recently spotted in print publications might be worth a look. Heads and decks, only. Heads and decks.

    30 Reasons AOL Time Warner Lost Almost $100 Billion in a Year, GQ, April 2003

    The Art of War by John Colapinto, Rolling Stone, April 17, 2003
    There may not be any great protest songs on the radio, but these five young political cartoonists are bringing the noise of dissent to America

    Basement Jacks by Don Tapscott, Enroute, March 2003
    These days, anyone with a song in their head can produce a slick-sounding CD in the comfort of their own home -- even if they can't play a single note.

    Blender's 10 Commandments for Saving the Record Industry!, by Joe Fleischer, Blender, April 2003 (?)

    CGE Reading Program Bridges the Gap, Wizard #140

    Consumers in the Mist by Alison Wellner, Inc., April 2003
    For real insights into your clients, hire an anthropologist

    Et Tu, Punk by Robin Vaughan, The Boston Phoenix, March 21, 2003
    The Explosion, Clint Conley, and Hilken Mancini find their own way

    An Eye for the Ladies by Lisa Eisner and Roman Alonso, The New York Times Magazine, March 30, 2003
    Those who call him a misogynist don't know R. Crumb.

    Exposing a Phony Photo, National Geographic, April 2003
    NGS website tells all

    Front Page News by Paisley Strellis, YM, April 2003
    In the town of Itasca, TX, it's up to the high school students to get the paper out.

    Get Your Browser On! by Stephen Burt, The New York Times, March 30, 2003
    The independent voice of online comics

    He Takes a Village by John Anderman, The Boston Globe, March 29, 2003
    Fort Apache's Gary Smith looks to create a music hub in Vermont

    Homes for the Homeless -- Books by David Desjardins, The Boston Globe, March 30, 2003
    A woman recycles unwanted volumes

    How to Draw on a Wall by Christine Temin, The Boston Globe, March 23, 2003
    It's art that gets erased. Making it is more complicated than you'd think.

    A Movement Yes, but No Counterculture by John Leland, The New York Times, March 23, 2003

    On the Road and On-Line by Stacy Kunstel, Yankee, April 2003
    MIT's hotel in the heart of Cambridge marries high tech with high design.

    Politics in Play by Elizabeth Jozwiak, Wisconsin Magazine of History, Spring 2003
    Socialism, free speech, and social centers in Milwaukee

    Popaganda by Michael Barson, Entertainment Weekly, April 4, 2003

    Radio Network Bonds Farmworker Community by Dave Wagner, The Boston Globe, March 23, 2003
    Union founder's dream is realized

    Railroad Buffs Are Working to Bring Back a Legend by Cate McQuaid, The Boston Globe, March 30, 2003

    Real World Robots by Brad Stone, Newsweek, March 24, 2003
    They're finally among us. They may not look like the Jetsons' Rosie, but they are actually doing real jobs alongside humans -- in homes, hospitals and on the battlefield.

    Reel Solitude by Louise Kennedy, The Boston Globe Magazine, March 23, 2003
    Alone at the movies, you're accountable to no one's tastes or experiences but your own. And that's liberating.

    Selling the War on TV by Susan Douglas, The Nation, March 31, 2003

    The Sound of Things to Come by Marshall Sella, The New York Times Magazine, March 23, 2003
    Woody Norris has reinvented acoustics. Big news for the world of music. Bigger news for advertising and crime-fighting and combat.

    Stage Craft by Mike Milliard, The Boston Phoenix, March 28, 2003
    In search of "The Lost Theatres of Somerville"

    "Townie" by Anne McPheeters, Maine Boats & Harbors, April/May 2003
    What you are is what you are, and recognizing that is central to growing up.

    "We're Glorified Schleppers." by Susannah Meadows, Newsweek, March 24, 2003
    Behind every gorgeous superstar is another kind of celebrity: the stylist

    When a Brand Becomes a Stand-In for a Nation by Rob Walker, The New York Times, March 30, 2003

    Why Radio Sucks by Jenny Eliscu, Rolling Stone, April 3, 2003
    Five ways that giant corporations are running the airwaves

    If you work for a magazine and would like to sign me up for a complimentary subscription, please feel free to do so. My address is in the grey bar over on the left.
    Got "Our" War On II
    Michael Kelley, editor-at-large for the Atlantic Monthly was killed in Iraq. The first American journalist casualty in the war, Kelley died in a Humvee accident while traveling with the Army's 3rd Infantry Division.
    Event-O-Dex XLVIII
    April 6: Sara Cooper, Naughty Shirley, and So&So support the arts at the Washington Street Art Center in Somerville. 7:30 p.m.
    Shay's Whine Bar
    In the 30 years I've been alive, I've not once been asked to leave a bar or restaurant because of any misbehavior. Until last night. Band practice for the Anchormen was canceled because Chris had to work late and Tom had an Asian Babe Alert show at the Sky Bar. I debated going to the Pornbelt show at the Choppin Block -- or to the ABA show -- but it was raining mildly, and I wanted to stick closer to home and the T.

    After hanging out at the Different Drummer with some colleagues after work, a couple of us headed to Shay's Wine Bar on Harvard Square to meet up with some other friends, including one who'd been recently laid off and one who might have a hernia (he's going to the doctor soon). We were hanging out, talking, and I stepped outside to get some fresh air because the place was getting a little smoky. I came back in, made my way back to my friends, and picked up my Bass.

    A man came up to me, said, "I'm not comfortable serving you," took the pint out of my hand, and set it back on the counter where I'd set it down just moments ago before stepping outside. "You're not comfortable serving me?" "No," he said. "Can I at least hang out?" "No. You have to go."

    I was stunned. "I have to go?" "Yes," he said starting to move to help me leave the bar. I bent down to pick up my bag. "That's not your bag," he said. "Actually, it is my bag." He made me show the bag to my friends and asked if it was my bag. They confirmed that it was, and I left.

    I was stunned. What had just happened? What had I done to warrant that? I hadn't bumped into anyone. I hadn't been rude to anyone. I hadn't been loud. I wasn't intoxicated. I was the exact opposite of the kind of person a bartender would feel uncomfortable with or threatened by. I almost turned back to ask him some more questions, but I thought better of it. I hopped on the T and headed home.

    The wheels kept spinning. I should've asked him why he was uncomfortable. I should've asked for a refund on the beer I had just bought. If they were comfortable enough to serve me a minute ago, what made them uncomfortable a minute later? Maybe he thought I was a drunk stumbling into the bar because I did kind of trip on my shoelace as I was coming back in. Maybe he thought I was a drunk just stumbling in who made a bee line to the back of the bar, picked up someone else's beer, and tried to take someone else's bag. What had just happened?

    As I was walking to the T, I emailed Jenn to say that I owed them money. I should've at least tried to settle my part of the tab before leaving. Still, I was stunned. She emailed me this this morning:

    After you left, Nick and that bouncer went looking for you but couldn't find you. Then Nick wanted to call you but didn't have your cell phone number. See, that guy thought that you had just walked in and started drinking a random beer. Apparently, they get that all the time at Shay's. That's why he asked you to leave. So imagine how much of an asshole he felt like when we were like, he was with us. Why'd he have to leave? This guy at the bar told him to go lie down and that clearly he was too tired, kicking out legitimate customers and all. Then he and Nick ran out to go look for you, but I guess you were well on your way.


    Phew! When I got home and when I got up this morning, my mind was still reeling. What had I done? I had done nothing. I've not experienced such a weird mix of self-righteous defensiveness and concern before. I was ready to write a letter of complaint to ask for a $4 refund. I was ready to boycott the joint. Funny that the guy who'd asked me to leave came after me to invite me back -- I'd just headed straight to the T. Jenn says that Dana, the cute bartender there who plays drums in the Signal, was angry at the bouncer. And Dave says that I should go back tonight and ask if I can finish my beer.

    I guess it all worked out for the best. I was stunned, but it was the guy's mistake. Had I had more presence of mind to talk to him about it, I probably could've set him straight. Weird.

    Thursday, April 03, 2003

    Books Worth a Look XIII
    These are the books I read in March 2003.

    The Big Dig at Night by Dan McNichol and Stephen SetteDucati (Silver Lining, 2001)
    The important things here are SetteDucati's photographs of the Big Dig, one of the world's largest public works projects, which were taken in Boston since 1996. This book, one of several about the project published after there was a critical mass of visual documentation -- and at the peak of Boston citizens' interest in the project -- focuses on night photography. The images are beautiful. Cranes, girders, overpasses, tunnels, bridges, earth movers, and structural supports are all captured while the city sleeps. It'll be interesting to see how this volume compares to similar texts, but one thing is clear here. SetteDucati did all the work. McNichol's scant captions, while occasionally informative and insightful, should not have earned him top billing and authorial credit.
    Pages: 127. Days to read: 5. Rating: Good.

    Chariots of the Gods? by Erich Von Daniken (Berkley, 1980)
    This book, which must have been no little influence on writers such as David Hatcher Childress and Graham Hancock, contends that the Earth was in part populated by aliens or alien parents from planets such as Venus. Blending history, archeology, sociology, anthropology, and New Age speculation, Von Daniken analyzes whether God was an astronaut. While the book is overly aggressive in its smug onslaught of unanswered questions and conspiracies, it's a good book in terms of making connections between archeology and astronomy -- and offering some ideas about why those connections exist.
    Pages: 157. Days to read: 1. Rating: Good.

    Down and Out in the Magic Kingdon by Cory Doctorow (Tor, 2003)
    Cory's first published novel is set in a post-scarcity society in which there's no death, hunger, or poverty. There are, however, ad hocs, democratic, self-organizing groups living in and running Disney World. There's also an esteem-driven economy in which your reputation is measured in a currency called Whuffies. Everybody has persistent Internet access, and people can back up and restore their memories, even in new cloned bodies. The plot is largely a mystery centering on the politics surrounding the ongoing reconstruction of the Haunted Mansion. While I didn't totally dig Cory's Disney fetish, the novel is chock full of Cory's day-to-day fascinations. The heat death of the universe, Faraday cages, traffic flow analysis, and how people carry things -- intriguing ideas all wrapped up in a quickly untangling tale.
    Pages: 208. Days to read: 4. Rating: Good.

    Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer (Houghton Mifflin, 2002)
    If Ben Marcus had written the screenplay for the Pianist, this novel may have been the result. Furthering three interlocking narratives, the story details a young writer's journeys to the Ukraine to track down a woman who saved his grandfather's life during World War II. Foer's storytelling structure -- the personal narrative of the author's young Ukrainian guide, a speculative history of the author's Ukrainian family, and letters from the guide to the author -- works quite well, and with the fictional author being a less than totally present character, it's unclear what the true story being written is. Is it the Ukrainian guide's? The speculative history? A well done meta-novel that plays with the form deftly.
    Pages: 276. Days to Read: 2. Rating: Excellent.

    The Family of Man ed. by Edward Steichen (Museum of Modern Art, 1955)
    This photography exhibit -- promoted as the greatest of all time -- comprised 503 pictures from 68 countries. This book, an after-the-fact catalog published by the Maco Magazine Corp., collects most, if not all of those images. Published in black and white, this well-read library reject once housed in the Hillside School Library of Berkeley, California, was acquired on the passive recommendation of Mikela and Philip Tarlow at SXSW. True to their "Digital Aboriginal" ideal, the book is a world-ranging visual documentation of love, marriage, birth, parenthood, childhood, anger, struggle, family, work, food, craft, art, dance, play, education, civil society, poverty, religion, war, law, old age, and death -- the whole range of the human experience. The photos are slightly dated at this point, but it's a worthwhile chronicle -- and an exhibit that should be revisited for 2005.
    Pages: 192. Days to read: 1. Rating: Good.

    Lexicon Devil: The Fast Times and Short Life of Darby Crash and the Germs by Brendan Mullen with Don Bolles and Adam Parfrey (Feral House, 2002)
    Digging a little deeper than Exene Cervenka's Forming, this roughly 110-source oral history of Paul Beahm AKA Bobby Pyn AKA Darby Crash, the singer, front man, and erstwhile savior of the seminal Los Angeles punk band the Germs is an insightful and informative biography of the American Sid Vicious, a punk-rock martyr who is largely overlooked because he committed suicide on the same day John Lennon died. The most interesting aspect of Beahm's punk iconoclasm is his grasp of evangelism, self-help obsession, and fascism. His "circles" were est- and Scientology-inspired codepency-driven support groups, and he brought an accidental, partly formed focus to his musical performance and lifestyle. Or maybe he was a drugged-out alcoholic. Like Black Randy says near the end of the book, he should've had the balls to stick it out.
    Pages: 294. Days to read: 3. Rating: Good.

    Lucky Wander Boy by D.B. Weiss (Plume, 2003)
    One of the jacket blurbs says Weiss does for video games what Michael Chabon did for comics, but because I've yet to read Chabon's book -- or David Mamet's "Wilson," for that mater -- I cannot say. What I can say is that Lucky Wander Boy is a wonderful look at the video game industry and the repercussions of pop culture obsessions. After returning from working in Poland, the novel's hero takes a job writing marketing copy for a video game developer. On the side, he's writing a comprehensive encyclopedia of classic video games that blends post-modern cultural critique with actual history. The novel details the hero's quest for information about a little-known game and ends in a very game-like manner. Innovative and funny.
    Pages: 273. Days to Read: 8. Rating: Excellent.

    Memoir of the Hawk by James Tate (Ecco, 2001)
    Tate's prose poems, fictional vignettes that are laid out and scan like poetry remind me of a marriage between Dan Buck's short, short stories and Jack Handey's "Deep Thoughts." While some of the pieces are relatively absurd and impressionistic, many hit quite hard emotionally. And it is the more realistic and narrative pieces that I enjoy most. Despite the excellent writing, the book is a little overwhelming. Tate's stories read best one at a time, or in small handfuls. To read them all in short order -- even in several sittings spanning half a month, as I did -- is an invitation to be deluged and perhaps drowned in Tate's world.
    Pages: 175. Days to read: 13. Rating: Good.

    The Stepford Wives by Ira Levin (Perennial, 1972)
    I had no idea. All I knew about this book was the image of glassy-eyes suburban women from the movie a la Children of the Corn and the possible political commentary on suburban stultification. No, this is science fiction! And feminist social commentary! It's a quick read, one of the most economic novels I've ever read, and Peter Straub's introduction well explains how the novel can be misread. The book proceeds step by step until Joanna's revelatory research in the basement of the library. There, she puts together all of the pieces -- the jobs of the men in Stepford whose wives have changed, and the insidious scientific innovations that contributed to those changes. It's a subtly surprising acceleration to the novel's open-ended conclusion. How long will the cycle continue? I've got to rent the movie.
    Pages: 123. Days to read: 1. Rating: Excellent.

    Why Did I Ever by Mary Robison (Counterpoint, 2001)
    I need to borrow more books from Andrea. Any author that thanks Roger Angell and Rick Moody in the acknowledgments has a good chance of being good. A teacher at the University of Southern Mississippi, Robison has written for the New Yorker -- as well as for Hollywood. So it's no surprise that the man character, Money, is a script doctor. The highly fragmented novel -- almost a collection of short, short stories -- tracks her manic work writing and unwriting a screenplay about Bigfoot. Through a series of more than 500 musings, insights, representations of what appear to be multiple personalities, and slices of life shedding light on the main character's family, friends, and colleagues, it becomes clear that the novel is really about the sexual abuse of Money's son and the impact it has on her family. I need to read more of Robison's work.
    Pages: 200. Days to read: 1. Rating: Excellent.
    Conferences and Community V
    Ramon Ray did a confblog while he was at the Inc. 500 this year. Thanks for documenting the event, Ramon!
    Games People Play IX
    At the end of January, one of my co-workers at Fast Company, Joel Janney, released a board game he and his wife produced themselves. Lights… Camera… Action! is a high-energy movie trivia game focusing on what Janney calls "movie moments." Media Diet talked to Janney about what people remember about movies, the role movie moments play in popular culture, and what he learned while making a board game independently. Here is an edited transcript of our conversation:

    Media Diet: Tell me a little bit about the concept behind Lights... Camera... Action!

    Joel Janney: This all started with what kinds of games I like to play -- and the fact that I love movies. Computer games are usually solo activities or may involve one other person. Board games are highly social -- and this game in particular is very interactive. It is more fun with more people, and it requires a lot of eye contact and immediate feedback. Laughing with a group is a lot more fun than laughing by yourself.

    That's why going to the movies is such a great experience. It's a bonding thing, a communal sharing activity. Watching movies at the theater is a communal activity that is really important to most people. Parts of the movie industry freaked out about VCR's and big TV's because they thought people would stop going to the movies. They don't get it. People go because they would rather watch the movie in the company of a few friends and 200-plus strangers then watch it at home. It's a bonding experience.

    Lights… Camera… Action! could easily be made into a computer game, but that's not what I got into this for. I got into it because I think an awful lot of people would have a great deal of fun playing the game with other people. If it's successful, I'll feel great because we make money while putting a smile on a lot of people's faces. That would make me happy. It also stirs interest in movies as people hear quotes from movies they haven't seen. I love the movies.

    MD: You've said that a couple of times now. Why do you love the movies so much?

    JJ: I love the movies because I love life, and the movies are about life. The thoughts and feelings and emotions one has when watching a movie are easy to share with others who have seen the same movie. People can talk about things going on in a movie, whereas they would feel uncomfortable talking about those same things going on in their own life. Movies are stimulating and engaging.

    MD: How did you come up with the idea for the game?

    JJ: I originally created a rough version of this game with a friend several years ago. The look and feel was completely different, and the game had different rules, but the "movie moment" concept was the same. One game company wanted to see the prototype, but they shot it down. They liked it, but they eventually decided that although they liked the game, it would take them into a different market (the mass market rather than the specialized market they were used to). They didn't want to be competing against the big players there.

    MD: How did the idea develop from talk to action? What made you take the step to actually make the game yourself?

    JJ: It's always nagged at me that I never gave it a full shot. My wife and I talked about it and finally decided to go for it. She wasn't working, which made it difficult money-wise but allowed her to devote each day to the many issues that had to be dealt with. We were both bored and looking for something exciting and stimulating to work on -- and here was something I believe in strongly and feel passionate about. It just got to the point where I had to give it a try.

    MD: Are there other movie-related games available? What kind of market research did you do to identify competitors and so on?

    JJ: Yes. We looked all over to see what was out there. Why still make the game when there are other movie games out there? Three answers: One, this game is different because it's all about "movie moments" -- it's not about memorizing facts or trivia. Movie moments have a strong emotional element. When you remember them you re-experience the emotions you associated with that scene. That's not the same as remembering who won Best Actor in 1969.

    It's also different because of the three levels -- you get three chances to name the movie. The great majority of players answers most of the movie moments after all three clues -- good players get more of them off the quote, of course. So there's a reward for being better at it, but it's not so hard that players, particularly when working in teams, get stumped frequently (It's not a lot of fun to play a game where you don't know any of the answers).

    Also, the marketing and promotion is different. I believe that movie games have not taken advantage of their marketing opportunities Besides, the fact that there are successful movie games out there does not preclude our ability to be successful with a different game.

    But the short answer is that what makes this game different is the much higher level of emotional involvement you get from playing this one. There tends to be a lot of laughter, and it's loud and raunchy in a way that trivia games are not. Simply put, it's more fun.

    MD: It might be good to expand a little on the concept of movie moments. What makes a good movie moment? Why do they resonate so strongly with people?

    JJ: A good movie moment usually comes from a movie that has staying power within popular culture. The moment is a memorable one within the film -- almost always because it's representative of what the film was about or representative of one of the characters. It's a parking lot moment. If you hear people talking about a movie they've just seen, their discussion is usually limited to half a dozen or so of these moments from a movie.

    MD: The game includes 800 questions. Are they from 800 movies? How many movies did you and your wife watch to develop the questions? And fess up: Did you refer to any movie quotation books or other resources?

    JJ: They're from about 350 movies. We rented DVD's and watched the movies, for three reasons. Quote resources that are out there are often inaccurate, and it was very important to me that we get the quotes right. Secondly, part of what makes a movie moment is what is happening on the screen -- "Get off the babysitter," doesn't sound like much of a quote if you haven't seen Risky Business, for example. We also needed to see the scene in order to write the scene descriptions. Some of these movie moments were created by me and a friend several years ago in the original version of the game. We rented the movies for those also.

    It didn't take long, because we thought we were going to have the game out before Thanksgiving. We crammed it in. On a normal day, my wife Laura would watch three movies and write down many quotes for each and the times on the DVD clock. I would come home from work and pick the ones I liked and rewatch to check for accuracy -- and so I could write the scene description. It was utterly exhausting and went on for about 10 weeks I think. We got a lot more done on the weekends.

    MD: If your wife would watch three movies on a weekday, how many did you two hit on a weekend?

    JJ: We only have one DVD player, so not many more than that. The player was basically playing a great majority of the time. Our life was watching movies for awhile there.

    MD: As you developed the list of questions, did you try to keep a diverse mix of genres and eras?

    JJ: The 350 movies range from Citizen Kane to Spider-Man. The game is definitely weighted more to the last 10 years, and those are weighted more to the last five. Still, tons of movies are pre-1990. We have lots of classics. For the most part, we focused on popular movies and popular actors -- movies people would know.

    Some movies may have been popular at the time but have no staying power. Few people ever rent them, they don't show up on cable, and no one watches them anymore. They're forgettable. Those movies didn't make it. We also paid a lot of attention to not necessarily using the obvious quotes, but trying to find quotes that played off one of the themes of the movie or a main character.

    MD: Did you and your wife learn anything about the kinds of movies you like and dislike?

    We'd never seen Citizen Kane before and loved it. I thought it was revered for it's technical innovations, but the story and acting were also great -- in addition to the directing. There were plenty of other movies that were surprises. Two that stand out for me were Breakfast at Tiffany's (which I'd never seen because I thought it was going to be a repetitive light romantic comedy, and they're everywhere) and Saturday Night Fever (which stunned me because I thought it was just a dance/party movie, and I loved it).

    MD: What do you think the best quote in the game is? Surely you have a favorite.

    JJ: "That's part of your problem, you know, you haven't seen enough movies. All of life's riddles are answered in the movies."

    MD: Um, what movie is that from?

    JJ: It's from Grand Canyon, spoken by Steve Martin, who is playing a movie producer. I think it's an underrated movie and a good rental. It's a bit of an obscure quote but I love it.

    MD: When you reached the point of actually designing and producing the game, how did you learn how to do it? Are there companies that will produce a game for you?

    JJ: We learned on the fly. We advertised for a graphic designer and picked from over 200 applicants. We worked with her closely on picking design. And we had all kinds of problems I don't even want to go into. Laura had to individually lay out 800 cards in Quark. We called all over for printers and game board and box makers. We talked to a lot of people. In the end, we used a broker for the printing and another company to make the box and board. We didn't get terms or credit from either. Companies that would do it for us weren't economical and required much more units printed.

    MD: In the design and production process, what aspects of game making surprised you?

    JJ: Just about everything, not knowing anything previously. Formats of files, the fact that colors on screen vary dramatically from printed colors, the many things that can -- and often did -- go wrong when something is going to press, the expense involved at all levels. It was a nightmare. And now we have to collate the cards by hand ourselves because the collating machine would have added too much cost. There are 400,000 cards. I definitely had not thought about that.

    MD: What were some of the decisions you had to make? What were some details you decided not to include that would have been nice?

    JJ: Originally, we only wanted to print 50-100 copies and not offset print them. Instead we were going to use a substandard printing method that wouldn't look that great just to see if people who bought the game were really into it. We spent a lot of time looking at options before wising up and going with offset color. It would have been nice to finish the box to protect it better. And it would have been nice to have thicker cards.

    Most important, though, I thought the game needed to stand out. People need to notice it, and that means it can't look like anything else. It looks like a movie game, and if you see it from a distance you'll either recognize it if you've seen it before or be intrigued enough to check it out. But these are all purchasing decisions. Once a certain number of games get out there, all that really matters is word of mouth -- does it create a buzz, do people talk it up to their friends so that their friends want to buy it?

    MD: With what the game cost to make per unit, how did you determine what the retail price would be?

    JJ: Trivial Pursuit is $35. Most games are $25-$35, and quite a lot of those are $30-$35. That's where we got our price point, not our cost per unit. We're getting pretty low margins right now because of the limited print run.

    MD: You could have easily self-produced a game with less-expensive and -impressive design and production values. Why not make the game more of a DIY cottage industry? Do you plan to market the game widely? How does one get distribution for a self-produced game?

    JJ: We wanted a product we could be proud of. We didn't want to have to apologize to people and say, "Hey, we'll make it nicer if this takes off." Because then, if it didn't work out, I would just wonder if we should have gone all out. I wanted to take a full swing at this, not bunt. Yes, we want to market widely eventually. How does one get distribution? The hard way, a little bit at a time. And I wanted this to be a board game -- not just cards in a box, not on the computer -- because I believe in the communal sharing thing, people laughing in groups together. That could still happen with cards, but the board makes it more substantial and more likely to attract a group to sit around and dedicate time to play it. I also think the board version is more fun if you invest about two minutes to learn the rules (They're pretty basic.), and the board version allows people who aren't that good at it to have as much fun as the experts. That is very important.

    MD: You must now know more about the game industry than you thought you ever would. What are some of the more interesting things you've learned about making and selling games?

    JJ: A lot of games come out every year. A lot. And many of them invest more money than we have to get started. There are some good Web sites I referred to, but I largely didn't listen to them -- though I still recommend reading all about it before diving in. Most of the Web sites focus on standard methods of distribution (meaning stores), not Internet sales.

    MD: So what resources would you recommend people check out? What was most useful for you?

    JJ: What's been most useful to us has been finding the right people to work with. That may sound like I'm evading the question, but it's really important. Here's an informative Web site.

    MD: What advice would you give people who might be interested in making their own game?

    JJ: Be sure that you really want to do it.

    MD: Why do you say that? Were there any moments when you doubted whether you wanted to do it?

    JJ: No, but it was a lot harder and a lot more work than I thought it would be. There were also a lot of scary moments where problems came up and we were not sure how we would fix them, or if we could. If you're only into it 80%, you're going to find it very easy to give up when the inevitable roadblocks appear.

    MD: You named the company Georgie Games after your dog. What does Georgie think of the game?

    JJ: He definitely isn't happy. He doesn't like all the boxes and cards in the house and doesn't like change of any kind. He can tell we're stressed, and he'd rather we had nothing to do but sleep with him all day.

    One thing George has really liked about the game, though, has been the frequent trips to the video store, where the staff recognizes him and always gives him a treat. Another is that my wife is home all day with him instead of at a job.

    MD: What's his favorite movie?

    JJ: He does a good job of keeping his emotions to himself when watching a film.
    Music to My Ears XXXII
    It has been brought to my attention that musicians such as Paul Melancon and Adam McIntyre occasionally call friends and fans to perform new songs life or to leave musical messages on answering machines and voicemail.

    Now, I've called myself before to record nascent Anchormen songs on voicemail as a songwriting and memory aid -- and I've written songs based on old outgoing answering machine ditties -- but I don't think the Anks have ever played live for someone over the phone. It's an interesting idea -- like They Might Be Giants' Dial A Song, only using that push technology from days of yore.

    Do any Media Dieticians know about other musicians or bands that perform phone shows? There might be something here.
    Music to My Eyes XV
    From Spin the Bottle:

    Dear Singer/Songwriter/Comedian,

    I'm the talent coordinator for a TV pilot for VH1 called "NewsJam" (from the creator of "Pop-Up Video") which will feature singer-songwriters delivering amusing songs about the big news topics of the week. Think "Schoolhouse Rock" meets Tom Lehrer's "That Was The Week That Was" or a musical version of Comedy Central's "Daily Show."

    The assignment is to write and record (low-tech home recording is fine) a 2-3 minute song on one of the two following topics:

    1. Awards Shows
    2. J.Lo & Ben

    If your song is chosen for the demo/pilot, you'll get $1500...but more importantly, you'll get entered into the stable of "musical correspondents" who will contribute on the actual weekly show (if it's picked up). For now, we're not planning on showing artists' faces...(but that may change)...rather, we're turning their songs into cartoons, bouncing ball montages, or other yet-to-be-invented visual offerings. The deadline is April 16th on a CD if you're interested (with lyrics e-mailed to me).

    Please feel free to call me with any questions and if you know of any other singer/songwriters who might be right for this project, please let me know.

    Thanks,

    David Turley
    Spin The Bottle, Inc.
    9 West 29th Street
    New York, NY 10001


    Thanks to Emily!

    Wednesday, April 02, 2003

    Corollary: Among the Literati XXX
    My three short, short stories in Uber have been archived.
    Ravaging Radio VII
    Quoth Stephen Provizer:

    I just wanted to let you know that, due to a combination of factors, not the least of which is financial, April, 2003 marks the end of my official involvement with Allston-Brighton Free Radio.

    Time goes by. It's been seven years since I organized Radio Free Allston and three years since I started Allston-Brighton Free Radio and I know that a change is due. I think that this change will be beneficial to both me and the station.

    In difficult times such as these, it becomes even more important for all of us to know we can express our point of view and to take steps to do so. I hope that in the months ahead, you will continue to support community and alternative media efforts like A-B Free Radio.

    For my part, I will be out there looking for gainful employment, hopefully in the field of education, media or community organizing.

    It has been a tremendous priviledge to be able to communicate with you on some of the most vital issues of our imperiled civic culture. Thank you so much for the support you've shown my efforts.


    Having toured the old Radio Free Allston studio when I ran the Mass. Media mailing list -- and having played an A-B Free Radio benefit with the Anchormen -- I know what a force for free speech and free media Stephen is. I'm sure that the A-B Free Radio team will miss Stephen's involvement, but I'm also sure that he will find new progressive media projects just as productive and positive.

    Best wishes, Stephen!
    Corollary: Technofetishism XXVI
    Eudora 5.1's profanity filter informs me that the phrase "sick and tired" may cause offense. Oh, so?
    The Movie I Watched Last Night LXII
    Sunday:
    Dr. Strangelove (Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb)

    This 1964 film directed by Stanley Kubrick is amazing and well worth watching somewhat frequently. Its dystopian take on the military-industrial complex is particularly effective in times of war. Peter Sellers' multiple roles all work well, especially his portrayal of Dr. Strangelove, and George C. Scott's Gen. "Buck" Turgidson is by no means turgid or tepid. But what strikes me most strongly is that Kubrick aptly balances light-hearted humor while addressing one of the more frightening possibilities of the Cold War. The movie is neither fatalistic nor overtly dismissive, and the blend of comedy and commentary is still relevant today. File this beside Johnny Got His Gun. Wonderful.
    Anchormen, Aweigh! XVIII
    Last night, on my way home on the T, I was recognized as a member of the Anchormen for the first time in public. A young man got on the train and moved down the aisle. As the train started to pull out of the station, he made his way back to me.

    "Aren't you in the Anchormen?" he asked me. Taken aback, I replied, "Yes. I am." He'd seen us play at the Upstairs Lounge with Hip Tanaka and said that we'd really impressed him. "Straight-ahead punk, but with different song topics," he said. He asked when we were playing out again, and I told him about our May 16 CD release party and Handstand Command third anniversary celebration. (Details forthcoming.)

    When the T reached Central Square, we got off the train together. Then we bumped into each other again at the co-op. It felt kind of nice to be recognized in public, and he had a really cool stocking cap on. I, microstar! If you ever see me out and about, don't be shy to say hi!

    Soundtrack: Lila Downs, "Tree of Life"
    Corollary: Blogging About Blogging LIV
    Just got word from Jupiter Media and Clickz: I've got media credentials for the June Weblog Business Strategies conference in Boston. It'll be an awesome event to confblog.
    Among the Literati XXX
    Three short, short stories I wrote have been published in Uber today.
    Corollary: Among the Literati XXIX
    My silly little humor piece in Zulkey has been archived.
    The Free-Range Comic Book Project XI
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Batman Beyond #4 (DC, February 2000). Writer: Hilary Bader. Artist: Craig Rousseau. Location: On a bench in the park at the corner of Prospect Street and Massachusetts Avenue in Cambridge.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.

    Tuesday, April 01, 2003

    From the In Box: Workaday World XXV
    Here's what Matt had to say:

    I'm honestly not sure about the enforceability of these sorts of disclaimers, and searches of Lexis and Westlaw didn't turn up anything useful. I expect that they're generally seen as enforceable to a certain extent, however from my first-year law student point of view I'd say that they're probably not the cure-all companies think they are. After all, by the time you get to the disclaimer, you've already read (and possibly copied/forwarded/etc) the email.


    He's going to poke around a little to see what he can learn, but he's got a good point. Sheesh. Fingers crossed that they don't move disclaimers like this to the top of our emails. Ha!
    Heavy Petting II
    I met Jerry Kaiser in 2001 in Boulder Creek, California, during the third CoF Roadshow. I also met his cat Mack. Mack died recently, and Jerry emailed me to see if I still had the pictures I'd taken of him with Mack.

    I do.



    Here's looking at you, Mack. Rest in peace.
    Blogging About Blogging LIV
    I wonder if Clickz will give me a media pass to blog their Weblog Business Strategies conference in June. I'd love to take another stab at immediate journalism and confblogging. My SXSW Interactive transcripts got great response.

    Thanks to Marm0t.
    Weather Report X
    The clouds and cool of this morning turned to sun -- and now again to blustery snow. The world outside my window is a snow globe, flakes of fluffy white blowing horizontally, dancing in sudden fits of twisting wind, and almost hanging still in middair. I wish spring would come back!
    From the In Box: Workaday World XXV
    Via IM:

    It's supposed to provide some protection, confidentiality-wise. You couldn't really go after someone for using the information contained. It's kind of a fake out.

    My boss says that some lawyers came up with it to pretend like they could go after you if you used the info, but they probably couldn't, because the rules of evidence would make it tough to prove they had used it without authorization.


    See? It is silly.
    Workaday World XXVI
    I just finished doing an hour-long online event on the Spirit of Work on the Web as part of Spirituality.com's Spirituality@Work conference. Spirituality.com is a Web site inspired by the writings of Mary Baker Eddy -- and aids people as they consider their individual spirituality. The conference, which runs three weeks, focuses on balance and purpose, the workplace, unemployment, and ethics. It was an interesting experience.

    As the first online event I've participated in as a speaker, I joined a conference call with the conference organizer -- a member of the Company of Friends who credits his job at Spirituality.com to my work at Fast Company -- and a typist. I talked. She typed. That was rather strange, as I'm used to doing my own typing, and I don't really feel like I found a comfortable pace or rhythm for her to keep up with me. Still, she did a fine job.

    We'll see how the transcript turns out -- I'm not sure I had anything important or new to say -- but the experience was an oddly disembodied engagement with the online community. I hope I gave people some good ideas, shared some useful resources, and didn't waste anyone's time. The organizer said about 70 people participated in the chat, with about 35 being the maximum participation at any one time. It felt strange dictating to the typist, but I guess that's how large-scale chats are done. Huh.
    Workaday World XXV
    I just got the following email:

    Company policy dictates that the following verbiage be added to all outbound mail. Therefore, it will be automatically appended to all messages you send out to the Internet:

    This electronic transmission contains confidential information intended only for the person(s) named. Any use, distribution, copying, or disclosure by any other person is strictly prohibited. If you received this transmission in error, please notify the sender by return e-mail and delete all copies of this message.

    If you have any questions and/or concerns, please contact the Legal Department.


    I am going against policy by posting this, even, and it kind of irks me that this is now appended to every email I send at work. It makes the messages longer, and part of the beauty of the Net is that things can be forwarded and shared.

    Besides, do such appendages really do anything? I don't see how they would have an impact on people who I might accidentally email -- how else would they get a message not intended for them? Or is it more about us having grounds for legal action after the fact if someone forwards an email I wrote them?

    Seems silly to me. My friend Matt is going to law school. I'll ask him.
    Event-O-Dex XLVII
    April 3: Scott Allie, writer for "Devil's Footprints" and "Star Wars: Empire", as well as editor for "The Art of Hellboy," signing at the Million Year Picnic at 5 p.m.

    April 3: Asian Babe Alert, Ellison (from Providence), and Tizzy (from Northampton) play at the Sky Bar in Somerville.

    April 10: Scrapple is part of a Mister Records showcase at the Choppin' Block in Boston.
    Among the Literati XXIX
    I have a silly little humor piece in Zulkey today. I'm almost embarrassed to tell you about it.

    Monday, March 31, 2003

    The Free-Range Comic Book Project X
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Batman #441 (DC, 1989). Writer: Marv Wolfman. Artist: Jim Aparo. Location: On the Red Line between Park Street and Central Square.

    Notable quote: "Blow up the Twin Towers? Possible, but what do I get out of it besides Batman's death? I do so like killing two birds with one stone. Should I do it? (Flips coin.) Scratch the tower."


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.
    Technofetishism XXXII
    I just installed Jaguar, and while I couldn't use the AIM client previously because of how our firewall is configured, I can use iChat quite easily. Hurrah. Nice to have IM at work again -- not just on my Sidekick. My AIM username is to the left, if you'd like to IM me ever.
    Corollary: Uncommon Cents II
    Someone's already bought shares in Media Diet! This blog is currently valued at $939.01, and outgoing links are valued at $1039.01. I don't know what that means, really, but at least the numbers are big.
    Business Media Reportage Goes Bust, Now Boom? V
    Worth magazine is cutting its staff in half and changing its publication frequency from 10 issues a year to eight. But the the magazine doesn't yet plan to shut up shop.

    Thanks to I Want Media.
    Uncommon Cents II
    Hot on the heels of my post about Celebdaq and related projects, I learn about Blogshares, a fantasy stock market for blogs. Players get to invest a fictional $500, and blogs are valued by inbound links. To date, Blogshares comprises more than 20,000 blogs, almost 80,000 links, and about 1,300 active users. I don't have time to play around with this today, but it might be worth checking out.
    Corollary: Comics and Community IX
    One of the more useful items I acquired at the Toronto Comic Arts Festival is a coaster made by Philadelphia-based "bartoonist" Jeff Kilpatrick.



    My Lunch Is Fun coffee cup now rests gently upon it. Mmm, coffee!
    Comics and Community IX
    This weekend, I flew to Toronto for the Toronto Comic Arts Festival. I arrived around 7:15 Friday night and caught a cab to Jim Munroe's house off Spadina. The cab cost $44 Canadian, and I was a little sheepish spending that much money because my return subway and bus fare Sunday cost all of $2.25. Regardless, I wanted to get there in time for Matthew Blackett's book launch party at El Mocambo, and I didn't want to risk holding up my hosts. After hanging out with Jim and Susan -- and a quick dinner of veggie dogs and kettle chips -- we made our way to the club.



    Matt -- or M@B, as he's known in town -- did an excellent reading of his strip, which just started running in Eye, a local alt.weekly. Projecting transparencies of his strip on the wall, he didn't so much read the comics as he did tell the stories and experiences from his life that influenced the comic. He also shared an outline of his creative process, which was interesting to see. The bands didn't really interest or impress me, so I spent much of the evening hanging out with and talking to folks from the Highwater Books gang.

    Greg Cook arrived before everyone else, with his sleeping bag slung over his shoulder in a clear plastic sack. When I stepped outside to call Jef back -- he'd called from Boston to see if I wanted to go to a show -- most everyone else showed up: Megan, Ron, Brian, Tom, and Jason Little. They'd all driven up from New York City, where they'd been delayed by some drunken yahoos who'd gotten the bright idea to climb on the Williamsburg Bridge. I also ran into Paul and Scott, who were there to represent Cyberosia Publishing. Tons of friends from New England!



    I shared the room at Jim's house with Montreal-based cartoonist Joe Ollman and his girlfriend, and we got up relatively early in the morning, Joe to seek breakfast, and I to head over to Trinity St. Paul's Centre for the show, which opened at 10. The church is just a block away from Jim's house, and I arrived just as the Highwater crew was unloading the van. With more than 50 exhibitors, mostly American and Toronto-area creators, the festival filled three rooms. I was surprised how predominant folks from the United States were, and it would've been nice if more Quebecois comics folks turned out. Regardless, it was a good day. I grabbed breakfast with Tom and Jason Lutes at the Future Bakery & Cafe, sat in on a couple of panel discussions -- one on the history of the comics scene in Toronto and another on self-publishing -- and walked the floor several times to gather up minis, comics, and zines to review for Media Diet.



    By the end of the day, I was pretty tired, and I hadn't even been working the table all day like Greg, Ron, Megan, Brian -- and Gabrielle Bell, whose new book, When I'm Old, just came out -- did. Folks were making dinner plans with Seth and Chester Brown, but I didn't really feel like hanging out with a crowd, so I headed back across the street to read, chat with Jim, and watch some fun digital videos. Eventually, we headed out for dinner at Seoul Restaurant, a wonderfully minimalistic Korean Restaurant. After a healthy bowl of bi bim bap -- for $5 Canadian! -- I walked back with the crew to the Tranzac, where the panel discussions earlier in the day had been held.



    Saturday night's program involved a panel discussion about autobiographical comics featuring Seth, Chester, Phoebe Gloeckner, and M@B, as well as several art demonstrations and readings. Jason Little did a wonderful slide presentation of a portion of Shutterbug Follies, with a well-edited soundtrack featuring Pram and other bands. Jason Lutes and Phoebe Gloeckner also did presentations. The day had been long, and I didn't really feel like hanging out sitting in a darkened theater, so I spent much of my time in the bar, hanging out with the Highwater kids and several new friends.



    Another late night, I got home after everyone else had crashed for the evening. Waking a little late Sunday, Jim and I grabbed a pleasant brunch at the Green Room. Then it was the subway to Kipling, the Airport Rocket bus to Pearson, through customs, and on the plane home. Greg and I were on the same flight back to Boston, so we hung out together in the gate area -- and waited for a ride from Carrie once we'd landed at Logan. I was cold and wanting to get home, so I left Greg for a cab.

    And you know what? The new Liberty Tunnel is open!
    The Free-Range Comic Book Project IX
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Friday: Backlash #16 (Wildstorm/Image, January 1996). Writers: Sean Ruffner and Brett Booth. Artist: Mel Rubi. Location: Logan International Airport, Terminal E, Gate 8.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.

    Friday, March 28, 2003

    Workaday World XXIV
    Today is Hiromi's last day officially working at Fast Company with me on the Company of Friends. One of the things she's going to do after FC is work part time at a Ben & Jerry's. So I thought it'd be appropriate to have a little ice cream sandwich party to send her off in style -- and to help her ease into her new job.



    It certainly wasn't easy to find ice cream sandwiches in bulk in the North End. I walked all over Hanover, Parmenter, and Salem streets, hitting maybe five or six shops before coming across a place that sold ice cream in the quantity I wanted. The good news is that a Buck-A-Book is moving into where the CVS used to be. The bad news is that the guy at the shop that had the ice cream wouldn't give me a deal.



    These were the most expensive ice cream sandwiches ever. At $1 a piece, 23 ice cream sandwiches ran me $23. Had I thought to go to a grocery store closer to home last night, I could've spent a lot less. A lot less. Still, Hiromi's been a treat to work with, spring has sprung in Boss Town, and I love ice cream sandwiches. Besides, the Discordian in me was quite pleased by the 23.

    To Hiromi!
    Online at the Trident II
    According to Wired News, Tech Superpowers Inc. has continued its WiFi walk down Newbury Street over the last year. Three-fourths of Newbury Street is now online with WiFi. It's free, there's no sign in, and all you have to do is put up with a pop-up ad every three or four hours.

    Thanks to Go Away.

    Soundtrack: Caetano Veloso, "Omaggio a Federico e Giulietta"
    Uncommon Cents
    Media Life is bullish on the new BBC spoof series Celebdaq, which trades shares in celebrities in a Nasdaq-like marketplace. Similar to the US-based Hollywood Stock Exchange, Celebdaq reminds me of the Celebrity Dead Pool and parallel projects, in which people bet on when celebrities will die. Chicago artist Ben MacNeill has sold shares of his artwork as part of a printmaking project. And musicians such as James Brown and David Bowie have also sold bonds as shares of their future royalties. How far off is something like Celebdaq or the Hollywood Stock Exchange? Apply Cory's concept of whuffie and the old-school egoboo of fandom, along with near-realtime cultural currency trackers such as Blogdex and Daypop, and we're almost there.
    Technofetishism XXXI
    Oh, I want a night-vision scope.

    Thanks to Lost Remote.
    Blogging About Blogging LIII
    Jon Udell contributed a useful article about project blogs to Infoworld. One of the most immediately productive ways to incorporate blogs into a corporate setting, project blogs can serve as realtime records of activity and progress, as well as internal and external project promotion mechanisms. Udell touches on the shortcomings of chronological organization and holds up categorization and RSS feeds -- which I still don't offer (sign up for the mailing list!) -- as good workarounds. He also offers some tips on what to post, how to post it, and other aspects of project blogging. A solid piece, and a great way to get started!

    Thursday, March 27, 2003

    Music to My Eyes XIV
    Gig Posters is an online archive of promotional posters, handbills, and fliers from around the world. Awesome, ephemeral street media that's rarely archived. Organized by designer and searchable by performer, the collection is not searchable by location. I'd love to see what they have from Boston and Cambridge. Folks can even sign up and submit their own fliers. What a neat project!

    Thanks to Metafilter.
    Music to My Ears XXXI
    This is awesome. A song about blogging that name drops Ben and Mena Trott.

    Thanks to Boing Boing.
    Event-O-Dex XLVI
    Tomorrow evening, I fly to Toronto for the Toronto Comic Arts Festival. I'll be hanging out with Jim Munroe and the Highwater Books gang.

    Friday night, before the festival kicks off proper, Matthew Blackett is throwing a book-release party to celebrate his new book, Wide Collar Crimes. The event is at El Mocambo and will feature musical guests Gentleman Reg and Rais The Fawn. It'll be a nice welcome to Toronto!
    The Free-Range Comic Book Project VIII
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Azrael: Angel of the Bat #63 (DC, April 2000). Writer: Dennis O'Neil. Artist: Roger Robinson. Location: On the Green Line between Park Street and Haymarket.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.
    Technofetishism XXX
    I just ordered Mac OS X v. 10.2 to upgrade my PowerBook from v. 10.1.5. I am so psyched that there's an iChat app included, and that it's AOL IM compatible. Soon, I'll be IM'ing at work instead of just on my Sidekick. Skee!
    Corollary: Rock Shows of Note LIX
    Christine has posted a more in-depth report on the No. 1 Fun Boston Blog Bash.
    Rock Shows of Note LIX
    I'm getting into work late today because of staying out late last night -- and this odd lack of motivation I'm experiencing with the onset of spring. Last night was the evening of the No. 1 Fun Boston Blog Bash. Seven Boston-area bloggers gathered at the Cambridgeport Saloon to hang out, swap URL's, and talk about the war. In attendance were:

  • Charles Dodgson
  • Christine Geiger
  • Rick Heller
  • Michael Laing
  • Shannon Okey
  • Heath Row
  • Brad Searles

    Conversation -- at least the circles I found myself in -- largely centered on the war. Rick's been writing a lot about the war and the current state of politics lately, but he says that he doesn't consider himself a warblogger. Brad commented that he was having trouble writing about the mundane pleasantries of life -- such as going snow shoeing -- because they seem so small when compared to everything else that's going on in the world. I said that I've consciously not been writing about the war. Plenty of other people are, the risk of being overwhelmed with war-related news commentary looms large, and, really, what do I have to say? Besides, this fits into my thinking that if something is already all over Blogdex or Popdex, I probably don't need to seed the meme. Do the new.

    The Cambridgeport Saloon, as always, was my kind of place. A gaggle of cute girls showed up just as the Blog Bash was breaking up, and I lingered longer to play video games. Unfortunately, the Saloon has ditched Radikal Bikers for Viper Phase 1, a vertical shooter set in outer space. It's a fun play, and I'll probably go back to play it again, but I was really looking forward to playing Radikal Bikers again.

    Around 10, I decided it was too early to head home, so I headed instead to the Lizard Lounge for the Scrapple show. It was raining, so the walk from Harvard Square to the Lizard was kind of a hassle, and I arrived a little wilted. Part of the Scara's Night Out series, the show ran hot and cold with me. The "comedic emcee," Sinus Brady, was quite awful and irritating, and the band that played before Scrapple seemed pretty full of themselves. Lots of drama, and not too interesting. But Scrapple was quite nice. They played most of my favorite songs, and Dave even donned the rat mask. It was also nice to hear the theme song to the Art Beat Sideshow again.

    OK, to work!
  • Wednesday, March 26, 2003

    The Free-Range Comic Book Project VII
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Askani'Son #4 (Marvel, May 1996). Writer: Scott Lobdell. Artist: Gene Ha. Location: On the Red Line between Park Street and Central Square.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.
    Event-O-Dex XLV
    Don't forget tonight's No. 1 Fun Boston Blog Bash at 8 at the Cambridgeport Saloon. I'll be there right on time, and if you don't know what I look like, I recently shaved my head, wear small glasses, and will be wearing a blue T-shirt with "shirt" printed on it. Looking forward to seeing you!
    Pulling the Plug XI
    Two concerning instances of music-related closing or threatened closing. Word is that Deb Klein's wonderful independent record store in Jamaica Plain, Hi-Fi Records is going to close. Her landlord practically doubled her rent, and CD's just aren't selling that well these days. Our guess is that the landlord wants to get a dentist's office or similar renter in that space. It's far enough off the main drag not to be ideal retail space, and it's sad, sad to think of the store not being there. Where else would I have gone when I tripped and gashed my hands? Where else can you go see a band play live on a weekend afternoon? Hi-Fi will be much missed. I'm hopeful that Deb organizes a marathon series of live shows as a last hurrah. I know I didn't shop there enough.

    Also, Congress is considering two pieces of legislation that could spell the end of live music. According to the Drug Policy Action Center, the RAVE Act (H.R. 718) and the CLEAN-UP Act (H.R. 834) would make it a federal crime to promote live dance, music, and entertainment events at which drugs may be sold or used -- regardless of whether the organizer is aware or involved -- and make it easier for the feds punish property owners for drug offenses that their customers commit -- again regardless of whether the owner takes steps to control such crime.

    This is bad, bad news. Basically, anyone owning property on which or organizing an event at which, someone sells or uses drugs -- again, regardless of their involvement -- will become liable for that activity if this legislation goes through. That could spell the end of live music, because no matter how alert and aware organizers or owners might be, someone could always do something stupid on their own accord. This legislation takes drug control out of the hands of law enforcement and the government and put it in the hands of citizens. Seems like a losing proposition to me, and an egregious irresponsibility.

    Take a second and send a letter to your local representative expressing concern. DPAC makes it easy. Also, if you're in the Boston area, take some time this weekend and go to Hi-Fi. Their local section is always well stocked, the staff is amazing, and they could use our support in these late days. RIP, Hi-Fi. Sad to see you go.
    Rock Shows of Note LVIII
    After meeting a friend for dinner at the Good Life -- which, I was disappointed to learn, has gotten rid of its former entree menu to fall back on burgers and pizza -- for dinner, I headed over to TT the Bear's for a wonderful indie-rock show. Before I report on the show, let me share some of the history I've learned about TT's. The next time you go, make sure you read the enlarged newspaper clippings hanging on the wall in the pool room.

    Originally located on Pearl Street, TT the Bear's opened in May 1973 as a full-service restaurant. It was known for its vegetarian-friendly menu, handicapped-accessible restrooms, and bear decorations. There were bear posters on the wall, bear figurines on display, and a big stuffed bear sitting in a corner stool at the bar. All of this is now gone, although last night, the door woman used a teddy bear rubber stamp to mark hands. TT's then moved, perhaps in the early '80s, to its current location. I'm not sure when they closed the kitchen and stopped being a restaurant, but Chris and I were figuring out where the different seating areas might have been. The kitchen space is still there, even if it's not in operation.

    The first band up was Teradactyl, an ethereal pop band from Honolulu. A three piece, the band consists of a lanky guy playing guitar, an absolutely beautiful slim woman playing the keyboards and singing, and a slightly larger man playing guitar and working a box to provide bleeps and beats. The guitars were by turns twee and punctuation oriented and almost psyche washy. I appreciated the skinny guitarist more of the two, as his melodic lines were well performed and he occasionally broke into jagged bursts of guitar chunk. The other guitarist focused more on a dreamy, washy, effects-laden sound, which isn't really my bag. And the singer? Her vocals were extremely clean and controlled, and her voice is much bigger than what you'd expect from her frame. Quite a surprise. The songs with more dancy beats were quite fun, and the last song with ukelele, washy synths, and a breathier singing style -- the almost Poi Dog Pondering-like "Sleepy Eyes" -- was extremely nice. But overall, Teradactyl was a little too restrained for my tastes. I'm listening to their "Prepare for Lift-Off" CD now, and it's slightly better suited for listening than watching. Still, fun.

    Next up, the Operators, who have several songs newer that they've only played one or two times. One is an awesome Stereolab-inspired number, with Jen singing in a higher, falsetto-like voice. Quite a departure from their usual sound, and quite impressive. I learned that the song "The Old Man Doesn't Like It" is based on Thor Heyerdahl's book Kontiki -- not the restaurant out by Alewife! -- and that the lyrics are almost entirely plagiarized from the text. Even the line "1, 2, 3 ... 39, 40, 41" is lifted straight from the page, ellipses and everything. The show was also marked by a nice moment in which Paul jumped up and down like a spaz, flopping his hair all around. A solid set.

    Second Story Man hails from Louisville, Kentucky, and plays a more straight-forward, tuneful mode of indie-rock than the Operators do, and their set made it quite clear why Emily likes them so. The bands are closely related soundwise. While their songs have slightly more concrete structures, I didn't find them as engaging. That said, I found the four piece engaging enough to pick up their homemade CD, "Compilation Songs for the Road," clad in a handmade, sewn cloth sleeve adorned with an embroidered ribbon closure. Worth getting just as an item. (In fact, the Teradactyl CD is also a nice item, with the CD tucked into a screenprinted paper sack.)

    Last up, Seana Carmody. I've seen her play live several times already, and this set was much like the others I've taken in. One difference is that she played with a three piece this go. The band included her boyfriend, who debuted as a lapsed drummer at her Dec. 19 show. He's much better and more confident than he seemed at that show, and the band played many songs I recognized, even though I haven't seriously listened to her work enough yet to be able to sing along, name songs, etc.

    A fun night, with lots of friends in attendance. One friend even locked herself out of her apartment, so she crashed at my place. I don't think I've ever hosted a friend before because they got locked out.

    Tuesday, March 25, 2003

    The Free-Range Comic Book Project VI
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Ascension #10 (Image/Top Cow, November 1998). Writer: David Finch. Artists: Brian Ching and David Finch. Location: On the Green Line between Haymarket and Park Street.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.

    Soundtrack: Milky Wimpshake, "Lovers Not Fighters"
    Newsletters of Note VII
    Fine, it's not really a newsletter. But, like the Leadership Directories Guides, if I had a million dollars, this is the kind of stuff I'd squander my new-found wealth on. The 2003 Entertainment, Media and Advertising Market Research Handbook from Richard K. Miller & Associates Inc. is a 550-page guide to the entertainment, media, and advertising market, looking at time spent using media, the Net's impact on other activities, media conglomerates and consolidation, the top 25 entertainment and media corporations, television programming, satellite radio, music retailing, teenage markets, and other aspects of the industry. I'm getting chills just thinking about it. At $375, it's outside of my impulse purchase range, but if any Media Dieticians want to step up as a patron, I promise you I'll use this only for good. Some day. Some day.

    Soundtrack: Greyboy, "The Greyboy Essentials"
    Corollary: Academy Awards Fight Song
    The Boston Globe's editorial page editor and some schlub of a Harvard Law School student take shots at Michael Moore's Oscars overture in today's paper. The Globe, oh, so tactfully points out that Moore is overweight, and the student claims that Moore is out of step with America and Hollywood, as if Hollywood is in step with America. Better to all march in step, I suppose, and quiet still voices lest others take offense.
    Games People Play VIII
    Robert Bourque, co-inventor of the Zoltan: the Astrological Wizard coin-op fortune-telling machine, died Saturday. You can learn more about the Zoltan machine in Yesterdayland and Vintage Coin Operated Fortune Tellers, Arcade Games, Digger/Cranes, Gun Games and other Penny Arcade games, pre-1977. Bourque's Zoltan game was the inspiration for the Zoltar fortune-telling machine that played a role in the movie Big.
    From the In Box: Academy Awards Fight Song
    My memory weeps in fits and starts, and Media Dieticians are there to aid me. I couldn't remember who performed the song from Frida during the Oscars, and I get this in my in box:

    Caetano Veloso (Brazilian) and Lila Downs (Mexican), performing "Burn It Blue" from Frida.

    I appreciated Gael Garcia Bernal's introduction of that performance, also, for it's well-stated peace advocacy.
    -- Joe Germuska


    It was truly a wonderful performance. Check them out if you haven't listened to them yet!
    Academy Awards Fight Song
    Sorry for the day's delay, but yesterday got a little busy. Sunday night, I went to the Brattle Theatre with Chris, Scott, and Simone to watch the 75th Academy Awards. They have a big-screen showing of the awards ceremony open to theater members and special guests, including a paid reception before the screening, a silent auction, and other festivities. It was a fun time. I was coattailing because Emily was in Philadelphia with the Operators, and I probably wouldn't have watched the Oscars or gone to an Oscars party, but this was a lot of fun.

    Most of the people dressed up for the event, some in tuxedos and evening dresses, even. We were definitely the most under-dressed. But we fit right in on the balcony, where a smaller crowd gathered -- most of the people stayed down on the main floor. My group of friends is prone to heckle and comment on almost anything we go to, and I was a little nervous about how our heckling would be received, but the women in the row ahead of us and the people one row behind seemed to appreciate it, grinning and looking over their shoulders, and occasionally jumping right in with us.

    One woman shouted, "Did you just smoke a bowl?" when Matthew McConaughey took the stage, which led us to wonder whether she had just smoked a bowl. Maybe she confused him with Woody Harrelson, but McConaughey was decidedly not bleary eyed. However, the most interesting crowd interaction came during the multiple anti-war commentaries -- and subtle recognition of the conflicts overseas. When Michael Moore was booed at the ceremony for his anti-Bush tirade (which I thought was relatively well stated), the audience in Cambridge cheered.

    Many other actors and directors commented on the war, so I'm not quite sure why Moore was made the scapegoat at the ceremony. He was the only nominee-cum-winner who showed solidarity with the other nominees by bringing them up on stage, and it seems odd that writers such as David Hardy are now contending that Moore shouldn't have even won the award.

    In any event, the other anti-war statements were rather lackluster. Adrien Brody gave one of the most personal and sensible speeches. That balanced with such inanities as Nicole Kidman's commentary that, "there is a lot of problems in the world and since 9/11 there's been a lot of pain, in terms of families losing people, and now with the war, families losing people." My friend Tony leaned back from the row ahead of us and said, "There weren't any problems before 9/11?"

    Other highlights? Peter O'Toole is a grand old man. It was awesome to see Pedro Almodovar win for best original screenplay. I was glad that the Pianist edged Chicago out of a couple of key categories. And one of the musical performances, featuring a Mexican singer, was really awesome. I'm guessing that it was a piece from Frida, but I'm embarrassed that I don't remember who the performers were.

    Hooray for Hollywood. Maybe next year I'll make a better effort to see more of the nominated films.

    Monday, March 24, 2003

    Event-O-Dex XLIV
    Lots of midweek mischief to participate in:

    Tuesday, March 25: The Operators, Seana Carmody, Second Story Man, and Teradactyl get bullish at TT the Bear's in Cambridge.

    Wednesday, March 26: No. 1 Fun Boston Blog Bash at the Cambridgeport Saloon in Cambridge, 8 p.m. Afterwards, I'll be heading over to the Lizard Lounge in Cambridge to see Scrapple, Valerie Forgione, Joe Mazza, and Mi3.
    Television-Impaired X
    Reuters reports that ReplayTV maker SonicBlue is filing for bankruptcy. How's Tivo doing?

    Thanks to Interesting People.
    The Free-Range Comic Book Project V
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Saturday: Akiko #39 (Sirius, May 2000). Writer and artist: Mark Crilley. Location: On a bench inside the Zeitgeist Gallery.



    Sunday: Amanda and Gunn #2 (Image, June 1997). Writer and artist: Jimmie Robinson. Location: On the floor outside the Million Year Picnic.



    Monday: The Amazing Spider-Man #389 (Marvel, May 1994). Writer: J.M. DeMatteis. Artist: Mark Bagley. Location: On the Green Line between Park Street and Haymarket.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.
    Rock Shows of Note LVII
    Building on his short set during a recent Punk Rock Aerobics show at TT the Bear's, Thereminist Jon Bernhardt of Pee Wee Fist and the Lothars has built out an entire show of indie-rock, punk, and new-wave covers. He took the stage at ZuZu's, tucked in between the Middle East, Friday night with an all-star cast of collaborators.

    Here's who took the stage with Jon: Chris Connely of Mission of Burma and Consonant; Winston Braman of Fuzzy, Consonant, and the Count-Me-Outs; Hilken Mancini of Fuzzy, the Count-Me-Outs, and Punk Rock Aerobics; Jef Czekaj of the Anchormen, the Tardy, and Plunge into Death; and Paul Coleman of Sinkcharmer and the Operators.

    It was an awesome show. Good Cuban pressed sandwich on the menu, ample beer, good friends in abundance, and a wonderful staff, including TD working the door. Oh, the music? I don't always dig the Theremin, but I quite enjoyed it in these small-band settings. Even though Jon used the Theremin to highlight most of the vocal and melodic parts of the songs, including the jokey "I Wanna Be Sedated," which he debuted at TT's, the other performers added a lot to the proceedings. A lot.

    Connely continues to impress me. Not only is he an amazing player with an amazing history, but since the return of Mission of Burma and the emergence of Consonant, he's been immensely game to play around with other, younger, local musicians. He's becoming quite the grand old man of Boston rock, and he's not even that old. Right on, Mr. Connely.
    The Movie I Watched Last Night LXI
    Monkeybone
    Since I've gotten cable, I've tried not to just fall into the Big Blue Couch at Church Corner and zone out with whatever movie was currently airing, but this happened Saturday afternoon while I was kind of, but not really waiting for a friend to call. Monkeybone is an embarrassment. Equal parts Beetlejuice and Roger Rabbit, it could have used the help of Tim Burton. Lacking that, it's a relatively shallow story about a man sent Downtown while in a coma. Downtown is a Beetlejuice-like world featuring awkwardly designed fantasy characters -- and the animated Monkeybone, the comic strip creation of our comatose cartoonist hero. After snagging an Exit pass from the devilish Whoopi Goldberg, the cartoon Monkeybone escapes in the hero's stead, embodying Brendan Fraser's comatose body and wreaking havoc in the real world. Fraser's character later escapes, embodying the form of an organ donor, played by the rubbery Chris Kattan. Eventually, Fraser overcomes, and everyone lives happily ever after. This movie is slightly intriguing on several levels. One, the star power deployed is confusing: Goldberg, Bridget Fonda, Rose McGowan as the feline and fine anthropomorphic Kitty, John Turturro as the voice of Monkeybone, and Dave Foley. I'd always pictured this as a Chris Kattan vehicle, but his role is relatively limited. Two, there are several cameos that surprised me. Stephen King shows up in the prison holding Fraser's character after he was caught by Goldberg's Death. He exchanges a funny bit with Edgar Allen Poe. And Austin's own Harry Knowles pops up briefly. The character designs could have been much better, but to be honest, Monkeybone's cartoony possession of Fraser's body has its moments, although the Joker-like Smile-X scheme could have been better handled. A time waster if you need one.

    Moulin Rouge!
    The couch surfing continued because this came on right after Monkeybone, and I'd just caught the end of this while visiting Rick and Melissa in Austin. It's one of their favorite movies, and while I've had no previous interest in it -- parallel to Chicago -- I thought I'd give it a go. Baz Luhrman does well. His vision of Paris of a timeless, placeless place works well, and the cinematography is relatively interesting. That said, the story waxed and waned with me. It waxed during the ensemble cast portions featuring the acting troupe. And it waned when the evil Duke was involved. As a love story, I don't think this really works behind simple sentimentality, and as a death story, Satine's consumption neither emotes pity or sorrow -- nor weakens her supposed courtesan of a character. I needed either more heart of gold or more vamp. And the music? Feh. The pop-music pastiche didn't really impress me, and I think I might have preferred if Luhrman had worked in whole, modern songs, originally written for this film, than the in-joke top 40 mix tape we're left with. This method resonates well with William Burroughs and Brion Gysin's exhortation to "cut paper cut film cut tape," and I'm curious what the royalties and rights ran, but the soundtrack isn't the strongest part of this movie. Still, worth seeing for the visuals -- and for the curiously short John Leguizamo. Oh! And the absinthe-inspired Green Fairy, played by Kylie Minogue. It's about time someone recast Tinkerbell for the adult set!

    Friday, March 21, 2003

    Corollary: Nervy, Pervy XII
    Phew! Despite an iBill screw up and challenges accessing Suicide Girls' new secure payment server using multiple browsers in multiple OS's, a password tweak and assistance on the part of almost all of the core SG team -- LE, O, and Spooky -- has helped me get back into the mix.

    It's weird. I don't even visit SG every day, but my interest in what they're doing -- and my inexplicable need to keep giving them $48 a year -- was really starting to take its toll. If I didn't have a passing acquaintance with them and hella respect for their community organizing model, I'd have given up and jumped ship when it first got difficult to get back in with my existing membership. Hope no one else has the same problems I was having!

    Their attention to customer service is impressive. I'm sure they had better things to do today.
    Corollary: South by Southwest 2003 XXI
    This is oversimplifying his response to my SXSW Interactive reports, but Joe Clark doesn't think I should blog conferences. He's got some interesting reasons why, and an intriguing technical solution to the challenges of manual real-time transcription.
    Anchormen, Aweigh! XVII
    The forthcoming CD, Nation of Interns, isn't even done yet, but the Anchormen have already written four new songs! Before you know it, we'll have another record's worth of material ready. Here are the new songs we almost completed last night. They're about 99% finished, I think.

    Evacuation Day
    Do we ever really know if we've found the one we're looking for, or do we just get tired and stumble home? Do we ever really care about the places where we spend our time, or are they just containers for the air that we breathe, and the water that we drink, and the dreams that we dream with the coming of the sleep, and the songs that always get sung when the bars are closed and we're walking home? Evacuation, oh, happy Evacuation Day. You've got to get out while the getting's good. Your reputation, your reputation can't be saved. Do we ever really claim the prizes that we're fighting for, or do the felt ears come off in the rain? Do we ever really heal from little scars in little wars, or are they just an outline of the pain that we feel when we're walking down your street, and the books that we read while we're eating our last meal, and the songs that always get sung when the blinds are drawn and we're home alone?

    Harrison Avenue Overpass
    I'm on the Harrison Avenue Overpass, watching the sun set behind the Pru, and the bridge below me is shaking and quaking as the commuter rail pushes through. And the cranes behind me are bending their necks as they life their heads high as my hopes. And the sky is turning purple as my heart. And I am reminded how great I am not.

    She's Sick
    She's sick: That's what her family says. Just like her mother, counting down the days. Please fix: I seek repair. I am so, so tired, just like damaged hair. She's sick, and I don't know what to say. She's sick, and she's always going away. She's sick; I guess that's the price that I've got to pay. She is sick. She's sick: That's what the doctor says. No chance of improvement; limited recovery.

    Trapped in the Basement
    We broke in through a window and climbed into the house. We were all tippy toe and dodgeball. We had to check it out. But then we saw the flashlight coming down the stairs so we ducked into a closet; we were feeling pretty scared. Now we are trapped in the basement. Got to get out!
    Conferences and Community IV
    Adam Greenfield is planning a conference about moblogging in Tokyo this summer. I was supposed to go to Japan last spring, and a dear friend is moving back home next month, so I'm thinking about going. We'll see if this passes muster as a topic for a presentation or panel discussion, but here's what I just proposed to Adam:

    1:1 Mapblogging
    Billboards outfitted with low-frequency radio transmitters. Acoustiguide's audio tours of museums. The Portland Radical History Tour's coupling of audio cassette and fanzine. The Web-based New York Songlines walking tour guide. The Wiki-like Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy. What if every building in every city in every country was set up with WiFi and a Web site or blog? What if you could learn what was inside the building -- offices, shops, sales, access to telephone directories and Web search results -- as well as about the _history_ of the building merely by approaching the building? What if you could contribute to that living urban history and map using Moblogging -- or Maplogging -- technology? This panel discussion will consider several extant experiments leading in this direction -- and consider what the final product and process might be, as well as its societal and cultural implications.


    What do you think? Worth researching?
    The Free-Range Comic Book Project IV
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    The Adventures of Superman #477 (DC, April 1991). Writer and artist: Dan Jurgens. Location: On the Green Line between Haymarket and Park Street.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.
    Products I Love VII
    I don't know if you remember the zine Office Supply Junkie, which was published by the Baby Split Bowling News crew in the Twin Cities. But a catalog I received in the mail recently rekindled my love affair with the humble office supply. Particularly those supplies found in the mail room and shipping department.

    Ship It, a mail-order company based in Twinsburg, Ohio, is "your complete shipping supply source." Claiming more than 600 box sizes, the company also provides bags, bins, bubble wrap, edge protectors, envelopes, packing foam, knives, labels, mailing tubes, scales, stretch wrap, and tape.

    And the catalog is a joy to behold, hella better than the office supplies available at Staples or Office Depot. Ship It also sells carton stands so you can neatly organize your flattened boxes, as well as a carton sizer so you can perforate and resize boxes that aren't the right size. The label section alone is awe-inspiring: "Discard," "Hold," "Salvage," "Re-Work," "Must Ship Today." There are international pictorial labels and caution labels available, as are your general mailing labels and manila shipping tags.

    To paraphrase Devo, "Ship it. Ship it good"

    Thursday, March 20, 2003

    The Free-Range Comic Book Project III
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Action Comics #658 (DC, October 1990). Writer: Bill Messner-Loebs. Artist: Curt Swan. Location: On the Red Line between Park Street and Central Square.


    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.
    Animation Nation III
    If you haven't already eyed the Animatrix shorts currently available, they're worth checking out. Beautiful work. So far, there are two episodes available -- and a trailer. Seven directors take on nine animated shorts, some of which will be released for free online, and some of which will precede feature-length films in movie theaters. A DVD of all the eps will be released this June. The animation released online to date is primarily Moebius-meets-anime styled work, but some of the pieces teased in the trailer appear to be more video game graphic-like in approach. There's even a Hack the Matrix Easter egg hidden on the site that allows you to access video shorts from the Matrix movie itself. Fun stuff.
    The Mediated Me
    Two recent Web readings match up quite nicely. Joi Ito comments on how different Anil Dash is in person than he is in his blog, remarking that "his ability to manage his online personality was his key to success."

    Elsewhere, William Gibson considers the difference between mediated personas and the public self. "While a ruler would have a public (as well as a private) self, this technological 'broadcasting' of the individual constitutes something else, something fundamentally different," Gibson says.

    These posts raise some interesting questions. Sure, Sherry Turkle and Brenda Laurel have written about the performative aspects of computer-mediated communication. But what about blogs and LiveJournals?

    Here, in Media Diet, am I sharing a public self? Or am I portraying an idealized self? The me I want to be -- or the me I want you to think I am? I don't know. To be true, the Media Diet me is a mediated me. I consider what to say and how to say it -- which is no different than in real life. And I can probably make myself out to be more than I really am, although I like to think I rarely do that. But it's easier to say less or more when an audience is largely anonymous. Just like when I published perzines.

    I've also been thinking about this in terms of email communications with friends. Sometimes there are things that are easier to write -- and hit Send -- than they are to say in person. You can be more honest. You can be almost irresponsible. But yet, what's been said is out there, and we're left with the repercussions, as tenuous as they may be.

    Were I to ask Media Dieticians a question, it wouldn't be whether our Web writing represents a mediated persona (which I believe it does), but what such self-representation means -- for us as well as for the other.

    Discuss.
    Technofetishism XXIX
    It's about time! For years, I've pestered the fine folks at Corex Technologies to release a Mac-compatible CardScan business card reader to no avail. Earlier this week, in the April 2003 issue of MacHome magazine, I read about the Iris Business Card Reader II for Mac. I still need to research its features and such, but, wow. Maybe my piles and stacks and shopping bags of business cards will soon be useful.
    Shock Jock or Not?
    Howard Stern has filed a $10 million law suit claiming that ABC stole its "Are You Hot?" idea from him. I'd say that it's much more likely that they cribbed the concept from the uber-rating Web site Hot or Not?, if anywhere. I wonder whether Jim and James' project predates Stern's "The Evaluators" radio bit.
    Archeolo-Gee!
    It's a good day for archeologists, historians, and urban anthropoligists. In Boston, preservationists have determined how the Union Oyster House acquired the characteristic bend in its structure. Turns out that the proprietor of a once-nearby candy needed to widen the street to accomodate carriage access to his building. The Union Oyster House bent to his will.

    Meanwhile, an FBI sting snagged North Carolina's original bill of rights when a collector tried to sell it for $5 million. The historic document, actually worth about $20 million, was stolen by Union soldiers in 1865 and has been passed hand to hand since then.

    And Spanish archivists have discovered almost 1,000 ancient Hebrew texts tucked into the covers of medieval books. Hidden inside about 165 books, the texts include fragments of the Torah, as well as wedding and business contracts. The son my my childhood piano teacher used to hide pages torn from pornographic magazines in the sleeves of record albums. I wonder if those documents have ever been found.

    Just goes to show, as uncertain as the future might be, the past can only become more and more certain.
    Got "Our" War On
    So we bombed Baghdad early their morning. And I think I now realize the source of part of the malaise I felt earlier this week. It's war. A war that much of America doesn't support, that much of the rest of the world doesn't support, that the "leaders" of America are waging in our name regardless.

    I felt this way back when the Gulf War was just getting started, and I was hanging out with Jodie and stressing over whether I'd be drafted. At the time, there was no draft, but I'd researched conscientious objection and talked with friends in Canada just in case I needed an out. I also felt this way just after Sept. 11, having left work early to eat takeout pizza with Sarah and Paul -- and debate whether we should watch the news coverage or change the channel to something less real. I felt this way days later sitting upstairs at Charlie's Kitchen, almost crying into a beer as the import of what had really happened really hit me. (That night, I actually left without paying my bill. I mailed the restaurant a check for $9 because I wasn't able to get back before leaving for the 2001 CoF Roadshow. I've never ditched a bill before. Or since.)

    And I feel this way now. It's a slightly different feeling because so much of the country's population isn't with Bush on this one. But it's frustrating to think that this is happening in America's name without the full support of America. We do this to ourselves. And the sociologist in me is curious. What impact does war have on the mood and emotions of the populace? Is there a war-time depression?

    A lot of research has been done on war's impact on soldiers and veterans -- shell shock, post-traumatic stress disorder -- but what of those who don't fight but still bear the psychological brunt of the fighting? Researchers have considered how the threat of war affects Iraqi children. Clinical psychologists offer advice on reacting to terrorist attacks on our soil. Economists analyze how war can influence economic activity. And experts line up to comment on the psychological effects of war.

    But what about me? That's all a bit macro; let's go micro. Is war-time sadness and helplessness natural and normal? What toll does this take on us as military conflicts expand and continue?

    How does this make you feel?
    Technofetishism XXVIII
    Mystery solved! What I thought was a smudge on my PowerBook screen -- and which I've tried to clean off to no avail using the iKlear Apple Polish Kit -- is in fact the luminous Apple on the lid of my laptop shining through the display. It's only visible when the sun is shining on the flip top of my PowerBook, and it's good to know that my laptop display doesn't have a permanent smudge worked into the screen. Mystery solved!

    Wednesday, March 19, 2003

    Corollary: Magazine Me XXV
    The 2003 National Magazine Awards finalists have now been officially announced. The full list is now available.
    The Free-Range Comic Book Project II
    This is an installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    Accelerate #1 (DC/Vertigo, August 2000). Writer: Richard Kadrey. Artists: The Pander Bros. Location: A bench in front of Pagliuca's.





    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.
    Event-O-Dex XLIII
    There's a Blog Meetup that I can't make tonight, but it's exactly one week before the No. 1 Fun Boston Blog Bash that I'm organizing, it's a good time for a reminder. Media Dieticians everywhere are invited.
    Nervy, Pervy XII
    My Suicide Girls membership has been deactivated. When I went to log in and catch up on the discussions last night, my username wasn't recognized. When I entered my email address to make sure I was using the right password, I was informed that I wasn't a member. So I emailed the customer service address. This is what I got in response:

    i don't know what's up, i'm just a customer support lackey. you probably said something lame on the boards or something. sorry! happy trails.


    So I emailed Spooky directly, and this is what's going on:

    According to our records your last transaction did not go through at iBill, our old payment processor, due to a technical error on their part. If you would like to reactivate your account, simply go to join page and use the reactivation box to turn your account back on. In the future you will be billed directly by us, and these sort of errors should not repeat themselves.

    I apologize for the inconvenience, and hope you decide to remain a member of suicidegirls.


    Phew! I was wondering what I might have said or done that would prompt an arbitrary deactivation, but it seems that SG is moving its billing in house -- and that the transition hasn't gone as well as it could have. For a minute, my conspiracy-filled mind was doing cartwheels.
    Magazine Me XXV
    Judges for the American Society of Magazine Editors' National Magazine Awards gathered yesterday to select the finalists. To be announced later today, here are most of the finalists, hastily scribbled down during the judging:

    General Excellence: Under 100,000
  • American Scholar
  • Chronicle of Higher Education
  • Foreign Policy
  • JD Jungle
  • STEP Inside Design

    General Excellence: 100-250,000
  • Architectural Record
  • Harper's
  • Mother Jones
  • Nylon
  • [One more]

    General Excellence: 250-500,000
  • National Geographic
  • Saveur
  • Skiing
  • W
  • [One more]

    General Excellence: 500-1,000,000
  • Atlantic Monthly
  • Conde Nast Traveler
  • Esquire
  • House and Garden
  • New Yorker

    General Excellence: 1-2,000,000
  • Entertainment Weekly
  • ESPN
  • Fortune
  • Real Simple
  • Vanity Fair
  • Discover

    General Excellence: 2 million and up
  • Newsweek
  • O
  • Parenting
  • Sports Illustrated
  • [One more]

    Web Site
  • Chronicle of Higher Education
  • National Geographic
  • Slate
  • Style.com
  • [One more]

    Personal Service
  • Business Week
  • Money
  • My Generation
  • Newsweek
  • Outside

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  • Tele-Phony III
    Two cell phone models manufactured by Siemens can be disabled if the user opens a text message containing specific language. The two models affected are sold only in Europe.

    The e-mails contain a single word, taken from the phone's language menu, surrounded by quote marks and preceded by an asterisk, such as "*English" or "*Deutsch," Siemens said.


    This makes me wonder whether all cell phones have such back doors or ways phone makers, government and law officials, or other people can deactivate or limit our access to and use of our cell phones. Paranoid? Sure feels like it.

    Thanks to Lost Remote.
    Business Media Reportage Goes Bust, Now Boom? IV
    BusinessWeek's working on a "dramatic" redesign that could hit the stands as early as this summer.

    "It has a lot more pop," said one person who has seen the work. "It gets rid of the spindly, spinster look."


    Hmm. I can barely wade through the thing every week. Maybe this'll help!

    Thanks to Jim Romenesko's Media News.

    Tuesday, March 18, 2003

    Event-O-Dex XLII
    What is up with March 29 this year? Regardless of where you might find yourself, chances are good that there's a good independent media gathering afoot. Here are just a few:

    Boston: Beantown Zinetown 6

    San Francisco: 8th Annual Anarchist Book Fair

    Toronto: Toronto Comic Arts Festival

    Sheesh. Do I stay home? No. I'll be heading up to Toronto to hang out with Jim Munroe of No Media Kings and to check out the fest. The Highwater Books hoi polloi -- Marc Bell, Tom Devlin, Megan Kelso, Brian Ralph, and Ron Rege, Jr. -- will also be present. Should be a fun time. Perhaps I'll even blog it like I did SXSW.
    Among the Literati XXVIII
    Jeffrey LeRoy Boison recently stepped down as editor of the hip-lit journal Pindeldyboz "to raise his heir so that the Boison name might someday rule all of the earth." Whitney Pastorek will replace him as editor. Big shoes to fill, given that Boison founded Pindeldyboz and all. Best of luck, Whittlz!
    Workaday World XXIII
    With the overcast skies and turn toward the cold in Boss Town today, I was feeling pretty down and mopey earlier today. I was feeling sad, even. Then I talked with Seth Godin on the phone for awhile, and our conversation picked me right up. New directions, new ideas, new people. I've got my twitch on again. Woohoo!
    Workaday World XXII
    Lately, I've become fast friends with Chuck, the current security guard for the Scotch & Sirloin building. Since we learned each others' names, he's greeted me by name every single time he's seen me. Having worked in the security and building management industry for 14 years, Chuck's working here to get out of the house -- and "away from my wife during the day." He's retired military, and he's organized his work load so he's busy for six of the eight hours on the job. Most of the time, security work might be four hours of work during an eight-hour day. He reads when he has free time, and if his wife weren't out of work, he'd go back to school in political science and history. He's only got 18 credits left, he says.

    But the excitement today is that they're fixing the windows in the Scotch & Sirloin building. The building management company spent the last five months securing a contractor for the project, and it looks like it's about to start. In the building, there are two kinds of windows. An older, single-pane style, and a newer, double-pane style. They're going to replace all of the single-pane windows and make sure that the new windows are up to snuff. Of the 380-odd windows in the building, about 160-plus are old. On our floor, there are about 45 old windows. I just checked my window now, and it's a new window, double paned with a 3/4-inch silver strip in between the panes. So they won't be climbing all over my desk.

    How many windows per floor? I'm glad you asked because I wanted to do the math. If there are 380 windows in the building, with nine floors, that's about 92 windows per floor. If 45 windows in our office are old, that means that they'll replacing about half of them. That's quite an undertaking.

    And I wouldn't have known about it were it not for my new friend Chuck.
    The Free-Range Comic Book Project
    This is the first installment of Media Diet's Free-Range Comic Book Project.

    100 Bullets #13 (DC/Vertigo, August 2000). Writer: Brian Azzarello. Artist: Eduardo Risso. Location: A park bench in the North End.




    For more information on this project, please refer to this Media Diet entry.

    Monday, March 17, 2003

    March Is the Month of the Prominent Crotch
    You might already know that March is Women's History Month. And if you read advertising circulars in the Sunday newspaper, you might also know that March is Frozen Food Month. But if you take some time to flip through the March 2003 issue of Interview magazine, it quickly becomes clear that March is also the Month of the Prominent Crotch. Let's spread ourselves out and take a look, shall we?

    Not too far into the book, we come across a two-page Prada spread. Here, a male model wearing an awkward knit sweater, lei, and almost-tartan skirt ensemble raises his left knee to the sky and bunches his eyebrows forward in a glower as if to say, "Look at me! You lookin' at me?" A mere eight pages later, we have a two-page Donna Karan spread in which a well-dressed and high-heeled model with no undershirt demurely knocks her knees while she reads what appears to be an academic journal or book of scientific abstracts. This is perhaps the most tasteful and teasing shot of the crotch in this issue, softcore for randy R&D kids.

    On the following page, an oiled-up Dior model flashes the swell of her breast while swooning against a blood-red rubber wall, clutching at her pelvic region with the hand not holding her steady. Eyes closed and lips parted, the model seems to be losing consciousness: "I should eat," she thinks. Six more pages in, Dolce & Gabbana goes ga-ga glancing at a full-frontal crotch shot of a woman spreading her legs for a handheld video camera. Surrounded by no fewer than 10 monitors and two cameras, this is self-mediated crotch prominence at its best. Another showing swell of breast hints that this model is much more than just a crotch. Let's not pigeonhole these people, please.

    On p. 70, a 1990 Herb Ritts photograph shows Madonna clutching at her crotch, indicating that the crotch knows no class boundaries. Everyone's got a crotch. P. 77 sports a Matthew Barney advertisement in which a pale-skinned, bee-hived model spreads her legs for the camera's eye too, demurely and delicately crossing her unringed and uncalloused hands in front of her bared crotch. "Don't go there! Oh, whatever, come on," her eyes seem to beckon tiredly. On p. 94, a slightly out-of-focus tennis ball hovers in front of -- and partially obscuring -- Buddhist athlete Paradorn Srichaphan's crotch. A Bebe advert on p. 109 displays another full-frontal crotch shot. And on p. 167, a fashion shoot by Kelly Klein highlights yet another full-frontal, spread-legged male crotch rocket. Clad in a silk robe, our near-prone hero has dangled a string of pearls over his midriff. "Barbara Bush has got nothing on me."

    But it is the Gucci ad placed just one page before the magazine's masthead that has brows a-sweating, angry pens a-writing, and tongues a-wagging. It is also this advert that successfully secures March's position as the Month of the Prominent Crotch. The Guardian has yawned at the ad's daring and slightly dangerous display of pubic hair shaved into the shape of a capital "g." MarketingWeb's Kim Penstone has asked whether Gucci has gone too far. And Adland has also addressed the controversy surrounding the ad.

    It's interesting that this advert hit the stands just before wannabe Boston brahmin began to bawl about a barely bawdlerized FCUK advert insert in the Boston Globe this Sunday. In today's newspaper, the Globe's ombudsman -- or woman, as the case may be -- Christine Chinlund takes it on the chin and collapses under the weight of reader complaint faster than any of the lingerie-clad models would have fallen for one of their male (or female) counterparts. I have no problem with FCUK's naming or branding strategy -- as long as they fess up to the value and vigor of the probable pun.

    But Gucci. Whither Gucci? When I first heard about the ad, I was shocked. Shocked. Pubic hair on parade in a newsstand magazine? Then I saw the ad. And you know what? I have no problems with it whatsover. It's hardly titillating, and the male model kneeling before the G-shaved girly girl seems more bemused and confused than aroused. There's little sense of what comes next. So the fantasy hangs in the air and we are left to turn the page and our attention elsewhere -- and to other prominent crotches. Counter to Chinlund's unnecessary concession that the Boston Globe is a family publication -- what daily newspaper shouldn't strive to be so? -- Interview has no such limitation. While a pale shadow of what I think Andy Warhol envisioned, Interview is quite similar to the previous iteration of Details magazine, a periodical focusing on gloss, fashion, and celebrities -- all the while embracing an intriguing queer angle to everything it does.

    I think instituting March as the Month of the Prominent Crotch is a fine idea. And I salute Interview for holding the banner so high. Because that way, we can see people's pelvises more prominently.
    Music to My Ears XXX
    A three-pack of new record reviews!

    The Hardwood Brothers "Hardwoods on Humpnight" (Hardwood)
    This is a pre-release version of a live recording made at the Dutchman Inn in Houston. Why pre-release? "We're still trying to figure out the names of some of these tunes, who wrote them, and how to pay royalties!" What we have here are 27 songs performed by the Hardwood Brothers, a five piece playing acoustic guitar, upright bass, harmonica, baritone saxophone, and fiddle. Some of the pieces are covers, and some are originals, and the overall effect is one of Lady and the Mant by way of Harmonious Wail or the Gomers if they were into bluegrass and country swing. While the band comes off as primarily a joke band, their playing is surprisingly adept, and I'm curious where they could go if they took themselves just a little more seriously. Regardless, the CD captures an extremely enjoyable 80 minutes of what must be a great live show. Highlights include Lennon and McCartney's "I've Just Seen a Face," Merle Haggard's "Sing Me Back Home," the Grateful Dead's "Friend of the Devil," and the silly song "D.I.V.O.R.C.E.E." The on-stage banter is friendly, and the Hardwoods' interaction with the crowd is playful. Worth catching live if you can, for sure!

    The Movielife Selections from "Forty Hour Train Back to Penn" (Drive-Thru)
    I usually avoid reviewing samplers because labels really should send full releases to get a proper review, but this is impressive enough to warrant comment. This "limited edition" CD comprises four songs from the Movielife's new album: "Face or Kneecaps," "Jamestown," "Spanaway," and "Takin' It Out and Choppin' It Up." Based in Long Island, the band suffered a setback in a near-fatal van accident a couple of years ago, and these four songs recorded after the wreck indicate that they haven't broken stride one bit. The first track is an earnest, melodic number that eschews emo leanings for energy and some nice angular guitar work. "Jamestown," the source of the album's title, chronicles the band's almost unfortunate end. The third song features some interesting multi-tracked harmonies by lyricist and vocalist Vinnie Caruana, as well as some subtle piano work. We'll see what the liner notes share, but the press release that accompanied this promotional mailing serves up sone of the positive aftermath of the accident -- a benefit concert featuring the Reunion Show and support from the label to get up and running again. And run Movielife does. The closing track is a fast-paced pleaser with an infectiously humorous chorus. Well done, and way to recover. It's good to see such survival and support in the scene. And if the full length is as solid as this four-song teaser, it should be a great record. But who knows? These could be the four best songs.

    Terror "Lowest of the Low" (Bridge 9)
    Featuring former members of Buried Alive and Carry On, this aggro hardcore five piece has done recent tour duty with Biohazard and Madball. So their shouted, mosh-tinged hardcore comes as no surprise. What does come as a surprise is how angry Terror is. Oh, plenty of metal-influenced hardcore bands are angry, but what is Terror so angry about? Nailing their frustration down is a challenge because Terror's expression of anger is largely an exercise in negative self-definition. Terror takes a stand against pretense, insincere assistance, unrequested support, and, well, a lot of things. At the same time, Terror takes no stands for anything, and their message is mostly one of reaction in a vacuum. This makes the record somewhat sad rather than empowering. Every song expresses frustration and displeasure with how things are, contends that the primary speaker in the songs is alone and has no support -- while avoiding statements of helplessness, however -- and paints a bleak picture of the lyricist's self-esteem and -image -- despite his self-sufficiency. So there's no hope here. Perhaps Terror reflects the isolation and dissatifaction of others, but in the end, if you stand against everything, what do you stand for? Hopefully Terror will tire of tearing everything down and refusing to take the responsibility to create their own future. Then, perhaps, we can build something more positive and productive in its place. As things are, this record is good background music for the disaffected. But it's far from a call to arms.
    The Movie I Watched Last Night LX

    Saturday: The Twilight Zone
    In "A Passage for Trumpet," which originally aired May 20, 1960, Jack Klugman plays a down-on-his-luck, alcoholic trumpet player who waits in the back alley of a nightclub to persuade an old friend to let him play. His character's monologue on the meaning of his music and how half of his language is inside his horn is wonderful. But the scene in which he notices that the trumpet he just sold for $8.50 is now in the pawn shop window priced $25 is quite sad. While the purgatory sequence is fun, the ending is slightly disappointing. Still, a good episode with an interesting Angel Gabriel cameo. "Mr. Dingle, the Strong" originally aired March 3, 1955, and is a silly twist on the Willy Loman story. Burgess Meredith plays an inept, cowardly vacuum cleaner salesman who is embued with superhuman strength by two horribly costumed aliens. Meredith's stutter contradicts his strength well, but all in all, the episode isn't that great. Still, it's neat to see Meredith tear a phonebook in half. The dramatic and fey TV announcer with the unplugged but oft-used microphone is a highlight, as is Meredith's growing confidence until his anticlimactic end. Don Rickles' presence is appreciated. The third episode on the DVD, "Two," which originally aired Sept. 15, 1961, has a great opening line: "This is a jungle, a monument built by nature commemorating disuse." After a slightly more interesting title sequence, we are presented with the story of a city that's been abandoned for five years after enemy foot troops land on Earth. Two survivors, one male, one female -- including a young Charles Bronson -- have to determine the future of both of their races. "There are no longer any armies, just rags of different colors that were once uniforms." A good episode to watch on the day the Stand up for Peace rally was held along Massachusetts Avenue. Lastly, "The Four of Us Are Dying" originally aired Jan. 1, 1960. Perhaps the darkest and most twisted take on the human condition on this DVD, the episode features a man who can change his facial features at will. He impersonates several people who have disappeared, tinkering with the lives and loves of those who remain behind. Then he adopts the persona of a boxer to escape some thugs in an alley -- only to encounter the boxer's estranged father, and his own strange end. Rod Serling-era Twilight Zone episodes rock.

    Sunday: Sneakers
    Movies like this give me hope that Dan Aykroyd isn't a washed-up has been. In fact, for a movie about computer hacking and cryptography, this movie's cast comprises a surprising number of stars: Aykroyd, Robert Redford, a young River Phoenix, and Sidney Poitier. A Ghostbusters-like clutch of cryptographers, hackers, and cat burglars are enlisted to recover a little black box that can break any code. Redford's character has a countercultural past from his days at Harvard (That was the Widener Library, wasn't it?), and the team quickly learns that they were hired by people who weren't as they claimed. So they decide to try to reclaim the box. It's a fun movie that casts security hacking in a surprisingly sensitive light circa 1992, and the mystery is convoluted enough that you're kept guessing for much of the movie. In the end, the hackers win, of course, but it's sure fun getting there. Ben Kingsley plays a wonderful misguided, evil genius. And the scene in which the blind Whistler -- played by David Strathairn -- commandeers a van to save the day is a one to root for. Surprisingly good, and it's held up well for the last 10-plus years.
    Games People Play VII
    Just in time for St. Patrick's Day: LepreKong 2!
    Music to My Eyes XIII
    Handstand Command now offers the entire Unstoppable Records' back catalog at a glance online. As the collective's third anniversary -- and the CD release party for the Anchormen's forthcoming CD, "Nation of Interns" -- nears, we're fondly recalling our collective past. Catch up with some of the Handstand history and take a short walk down memory lane with us.
    Interlude: South by Southwest 2003 XXI
    Some found text from Aus-Town:


    My welcome to Rick's house


    Found on the sidewalk in front of the convention center


    On the flip side