Splitting Hairs

  • "Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth." Mark Twain.

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  • Job: Senior Professional Video Applications Engineer, Apple.
  • BSE: Computer Engineering, U of M
  • HS: Wylie E. Groves
  • Hometown: Bloomfield Hills, MI
  • Current Locale: Los Gatos, CA
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Mom, i gotta go

Background Noise: Wake Up Alone
Last Visited: 9am meeting
Random Thought: Perhaps the Red-Eye is my new best friend
Mood: starving?

There so must be a party for the first episode of Family Guy next season. Something with pizza and beer and shots and instant replay. Why? Because this is the funniest thing i've seen since Spaceballs:

In other news, congrats to Al (and Damian) for thier fabulously glowing reviews from Fiddler. I must see this show.

Oh, and happy belated birthday to Ben and Josh. Sorry guys, i just can't believe it's june... you'll have to forgive me for sending those icards a day late. Then again, it's not like i haven't been busy.

OH - and i now at least have plane tickets home for Steve's wedding... which is good, considering i'm singing in it and not being in Michigan on the 30th would probably be considered bad form. Or something.

And now that i feel this post isn't too totally short, back to my regularly scheduled codemonkeying.

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Um, no, the punch line ruined your joke

Background Noise: Burnt by the Sun
Last Visited: Gilmore Girls is Cancelled
Random Thought: That's the *last* time I buy anything just because it's furry
Mood: breathing

May 15th will be the last tuesday evening with a new Gilmore Girls. Thank goodness. Not that i don't love this show (when "this show" is defined by seasons 1-4... 5 is pushing it...) but, like a sports hero who kept playing well beyond their prime, GG should have been retired a while ago. So i'm glad. I'll even watch the finale - maybe make a little party of the evening, who knows.

Since i have the television floor for a moment, i'd like to enter a general plea to hollywood in general to learn when to say enough is enough. For example, Spiderman 3 - and heaven forbid Spiderman 4 - the most expensive movie to date and a certified dud... did we really need to go there? No. Also, Lost season... more than one. Lost was a great one season story line that hasn't exactly stretched well - should have finished it's run and be done, but could hollywood let their golden advertising opportunity go? Of course not. What else, oh, how about the Addison wanna-be spinoff from Grey's. I can't even talk about how mind-numbingly boring, dumb, and done that one is.

Sometimes the universe needs so desperately to tell you something it resorts to hitting you over the head with increasing force and vigor until you finally get it and cry "enough!". That would be the point to act and change and grow - make something new happen, continue to move forward.

Forward progress: isn't that what we all aspire to anyways?

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You'll Know It's All Because of You

Background Noise: hey there Delilah, still
Last Visited: NYC Garbage: cheap at $50
Random Thought: that wasn't what i thought Ira Glass looked like; reality, in this case, is better than my imagination
Mood: ready for the beer bash... 2 hours early

Yep, i'm going to see Avenue Montaigne today; tomorrow at the latest; Sunday if i really get busy, but i'm going to see it - on a beautiful afternoon like this one with the sun shining and the sky blue and the world happily ready to be transported to Paris for a few hours.

... it's friday early afternoon and i'm exhausted. And it's beautiful outside. And all i really want to do is take my book outside, perhaps with some paper and a pen to sketch a bit when the mood strikes and read and draw and be in the sun until i decide it's time to go to the movie, the beer bash, or until i have another bug, whichever comes first.

I'd probably be in a bit of a better place energetically if i stopped playing "Hey there Delilah" on repeat. The acoustic guitar is a bit too soothing. Of course, that's one of the things i like about this track but i think it gets a bit hypnotic after 45 minutes. Maybe. It's a distinct possibility.

Ok, back to repeat all... we'll see if iTunes can randomize me back into wanting to work a bit more before finally caving into the fact that i'm just ready for the weekend.

... Oh right, i should explain the picture before i go back to my daydreams: the man in the picture? Ira Glass of This American Life, formerly a staple of my weekend radio listening (thank you Chicago's NPR), newly rechristened as a television show on Showtime. Yes, Showtime. I'm a bit baffled as well. Regardless, Showtime smartly put the first episode on the web for free viewing, so i suggest you all go view. Go, go... right now; or tomorrow; Sunday at the latest if you're like busy now or something.

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Breathing doesn't help, can I hit you instead?

Background Noise: Dead Wrong
Last Visited: random forums
Random Thought: cupcakes and brownies can really brighten up someone's day.
Mood: leaving soon...

I love Gilmore Girls; you know this. Well, actually, i'm so very sorry but i must clarify: I love Gilmore Girls seasons 1-4. Though i have tried to jusitfy the past three seasons, i just, i can't. I'm sorry; the soul of this show left us long ago, and these new writers (yes, Farewell My Pet included) just can't match Amy's style, energy, or general un-suckiness.

It's done. Yes, i'm still vaguely paying attention, but... i can't care. I want to care, i want to see those tv friends of mine on screen, but they just aren't the same anymore; they are mere shadows of their former selves.

And as sad as that makes me, this, makes me feel worse:

The Gr8Mandate. Fans begging for Gilmore Girls Season 8. While i applaud their devotion and time in tracking down human beings and sending actual letters, guys... please don't prolong the pain any more. I couldn't bear it. I can't bear the thought of actively hating what is still my favorite show. Like a great relationship that has turned sour, i keep thinking of GG as it was, and trying to not see the flaws that have been creeping in. But i know that i can't keep that logic up for another season, and soon, too soon, i will begin to hate what i so cherish.

And you know deep down you feel the same way. You want GG back firing on all cylinders and it just... it's not going to happen. Not the way you want. Not the way i want.

So please, for all of us, just let it go.

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Those Unsentimental Brainiacs

Background Noise: Look After You
Last Visited: The Times
Random Thought: it's amazing how so little can seem like so much
Mood: Io Capri

Finally, someone has nailed my issues with this season's Gilmore Girls on the head:

For all these years, Lorelai in “Gilmore Girls” has been painful and surprising and exciting to watch — a marvelous high-wire act. How cruel that the new writer of the show wants to rub her face in conventionality, strip her of the speed that was her reason for being and transform her into another banal television lead.

Read More...

In other news, i'm now the proud owner of a "I Voted" sticker; and i'm very full from lunch. Yep, that's about the only interesting thing going on at the moment besides work... and... oh! Happy Birthday, Grandma!

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"Seriously, he's a huge irish man"

Background Noise: studio 60 1.02
Last Visited: my mailbox
Random Thought: Revenge of the Hacks is an excellent phrase
Mood: good mornin'

In the world of the new television season here's what i know so far:

a) I adore Studio 60 beyond all my expectations
b) for the first time in forever i had to force myself to sit through the season premier of Gilmore Girls and even took a phone call through a good 10 minutes of it and
c) ... i thought i got over Slater* being cute and sexy when i was 13, but apparently... i haven't, because, dear lord that man can tango.

*though to be perfectly honest, i was really more of a Zach than a Slater.

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Be Careful With those Moral Absolutes

Background Noise: If I Only Had A Brain
Last Visited: The YouTube Daily Show
Random Thought: I can't wrap my head around the fact that the Tigers have the best record in baseball.
Mood: waking up

Ahh, John Stewart. How i miss being able to watch you every night on the Daily Show. Lucky for me, however, YouTube condenses your more brilliant moments and shares them with the world - and me - via the internet; which, for the record, is neither a dump truck nor an embryo.

  


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Suddenly I See

Background Noise: Silver Pools of Light
Last Visited: honestly, i can't remember.
Random Thought: i was getting so used to not coming in to work in the morning, too...
Mood: very girly

Oh, that's why Russian's are hot. I didn't understand before. Now i do.

Yum.

ps: i've been writing in my blog more recently... i think it's because of the calendar to the left. Days without links look... sad. So i'm trying to keep them active. Or something like that. And, for the record, i'm not avoiding work by writing here... not at all... really... it isn't like i have a mountain of paperwork due in like... um... 3 hours... crap.

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The Venus, Obsessive Order, and Naked Perfection

Background Noise: Skiksa Godess
Last Visited: How Art Made the World
Random Thought: Thank goodness for Go Fug Yourself: without them i wouldn't have known Aaron Spelling passed away. Well reported, ladies, and thanks for the tribute.
Mood: science awes

I was lucky enough to catch the first episode of PBS's new series How Art Made the World last night: More Human Than Human, an episode which dares to ask and answer the question:


Why is our world so dominated by images of the body that are unrealistic?

    

To call our obsession with body image popular would be like calling the Pacific a pond, the Grand Canyon a hole, Harry Potter a cult hit. This series takes an interesting route through the history of art, using science to get to the heart of the art of our ancestors. It's one hell of a ride.

From the The Venus of Willendorf's exaggerated beauty, to the Egyptian's Obsessive pursuit of Order and Persistance, to the Greek's search for realism then their equally obsessive quest for Naked Perfection (see: The Riace Bronzes), this episode meticulously tracks the course of our art, and what it says about human evolution.

The most interesting example, i found, was the Greeks and their lightning fast progression of the desires of their art. Always searching for the Gods among the men, initially they strove for exact replicas of the human form in their statuary. But once they had achieved that goal, they quickly found they didn't want their Gods to look like men. The Greeks dream for God-Like, physically unatainable, aestetic perfection in their statues was quite unlike their original goal of realistic human images; though the Greeks created the perfect human statue and didn't like it, didn't want it - they wanted better than human.

    

And like the Greeks, we to strive for a perfection that isn't attainable; our idea of beauty is an exaggerated dream where we emphasize different body parts based on the state of our culture. Be it breasts or lips or butt muscles or the torso, we are hard wired to want more than we have. So a woman's obsession with being thinner, prettier, with blonde hair and electric blue eyes, huge lips, huge breats, a golden tan and the newest latest clothes isn't trivial; it's an instinct as basic as breathing. But, does knowing that this behavior is instinctual help justify the lengths we go to to achieve this dream?

Interestingly enough, technology has gotten us to a point where we don't have to use our art to encapsulate our desires, we can perfect ourselves instead. For better or worse.

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I Still Wake Up Screaming

Background Noise: Amazing Glow, Pernice Brothers
Last Visited: uh...
Random Thought: it really is lovely; thank goodness for Gilmore Girls writers knowing awesome, random music
Mood: suddenly sleepy

A rare and wicked skill to change the light or weather
No room was spared No mood shown her mercy
I was a tireless fool I thought I could do better
I left in flames: a paper shade hanging from a light

And when it came to the wrecking ball:
she swung it effortlessly like it had no weight at all
And when it came to her victories:
The genus names of all the flowers that were feeding off her
amazing glow
I changed my master plan I changed my friends and city
I go to sleep I still wake up screaming
A dream so full and real, you'd think I would know better
I try to stave off a new day from rising.

And when it came to the wrecking ball: she swung it effortlessly like it had no weight at all
And when it came to her victories: the genus names of all the flowers that were feeding off her
amazing glow.
-- Amazing Glow, The Pernice Brothers, c/o SongMeanings Lyrics

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